Undocumented Immigrant. Chapter 37 - Freedom or Fantasy

[starman]

The suspense is deafening.  Please hopefully continue. 

[Tracey]

On 9/9/2026 at 7:25 PM, starman said:

The suspense is deafening.  Please hopefully continue. 

Its a rocky ride… with more to come!

[Tracey]

On 9/9/2026 at 7:25 PM, starman said:

The suspense is deafening.  Please hopefully continue. 

Its a rocky ride… with more to come!

Chapter 34 - Dreamland or Reality?

The quiet hum of air conditioning filled the room as Heather stretched. Her dream had been more than weird. There had been giants posing as parents, a dimensional trip she had received a flyer for in her mailbox, a hotel where she had been kept as a prisoner in a pack and play that looked very much like the one a couple of Moms in the trailer park where she lived used and a takeaway restaurant that looked awfully familiar to her usual except it was called Burger Lion with a cuddly lion plushy as its logo. The dream had been vivid, police cars and a police roadblock, a shopping trip to a mall where she was was disguised as a baby and no one battered an eyelid. Weird… the weirdest dream she had had in months… she often dreamt of babies or being a mom herself after she had spent a night or weekend babysitting for the trailer park Moms but this was the first time she had seen her dreamworld from the perspective of a baby. It was Monday and she was starting late today, a sleep in had been in order. 

The mid morning sun streamed into her room and she stretched her arms and legs like a cat waking up after it had been curled in a ball for the night. As she moved her limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated, perhaps she was still tired, it had been a full on weekend of babysitting for one of the trailer park Moms who had been working the night shift. On her tummy she caressed the soft fitted flannelette cotton sheet with her eyes still closed and smiled, it was snugly and comfortable, too comfortable to get to get up just yet, another ten minutes wouldn’t matter. Grinding her hips into the mattress as she stretched her legs the sound of crumpling plastic filled her ears as her body deformed the soft nylon baby pants that covered her diaper and waterproof sheet that protected the crib mattress. 

With every little movement the nylon baby pants and the waterproof crib mattress protector tired to return to their original shape but were now permanently deformed. Each movement crumpled the plastic coating of the mattress protector and her nylon baby pants imparting energy into them which was stored as elastic potential energy. As she moved the waterproof mattress protector and her baby pants involuntarily shifted between different configurations, releasing stored energy as sound. The mattress protector left alone was a flat plastic sheet that was silent because it had a simple, stable configuration. When crumpled it developed numerous creases, each representing a different stable state and configurations, unlike a flat sheet it now held elastic potential energy. Every subsequent movement changes its shape releasing energy and producing the crackling sound of plastic being crumpled. 

The plastic lined diaper cover and diaper itself with its white plastic backing sheet also transitioned between various stable states, each holding a certain amount of elastic potential energy when crumpled. Every time she moved, twisted or bent her body the energy she exerted was stored as potential energy in the plastic lining of her baby pants and the back sheet of the disposable diaper. What Heather had  not yet realised was that she wasn’t dreaming and the diaper, baby pants and waterproof mattress protector had limits to how much energy each configuration could hold. When that limit was surpassed, the item abruptly shifted to a new configuration, releasing energy in the form of a ‘click’ and often simultaneously. 

The loudness of each click depended on the size of the crease that and been made. Larger creases produce louder sounds, while smaller ones generate softer clicks. As Heather woke from her morning nap her movements became more energetic causing her diaper, baby pants and the crib mattress protector to transition through numerous configurations resulting in the rapid sequence of clicks she now recognised as crinkling plastic. No matter how slowly or carefully she moved it persisted. Slowing down reduced the frequency of the crinkling and the sound level, but each movement still produced the crinkling sound. 

‘Thump’… her arm had now banged into something solid and it hurt. Opening her eyes she was greeted by a row of solid stainless steel vertical bars. JAIL…. SHE WAS IN JAIL… how had that happened? Glancing down she saw the surface that she was laying on and was disorientated. How could she be in jail? Jail cots didn’t have fitted sheets with Pink Bows and a matching blanket? Her mind raced as it matched the visual pattern with her stored memories. Nursery designs, she had seen it before, one of the Moms she babysat for had the same design in her toddler girl’s crib. It easily integrated with any nursery theme, making it a reliable choice for parents looking to provide a comfortable experience. 

The distinctive Pink Bows would have injected a touch of style into any baby or toddler girl’s nursery. The crib blanket was made of plush flannel fabric and the crib sheet was made from soft fleecy flannelette cotton with elastic bands that ensured a snugly fit over the crib mattress. It was also easy to wash, she knew that from experience having had more than one leaky diaper requiring a change of crib sheets during her babysitting sessions. The reality of her situation landed heavily, she was in a shiny stainless steel hospital style rugged baby crib, a baby crib that had its mattress protected with a waterproof plastic sheet. That alone was bad enough. The next discovery was worse, far worse… far worse than she could ever imagine as her hands now discovered that her panties had been replaced with a thick plastic backed disposable diaper and waterproof plastic lined baby pants. There was no mistaking it, whether she moved quickly or slowly, the distinctive crackle of plastic coming from her pants was something she could not avoid, they screamed one word and one word only…. BABY.

Now fully awake Heather managed to push herself up into the sitting position where what should have been a satisfying achievement resulted in another discovery. With her left hand she pulled back the elastic waist to peek inside the broderie anglaise white nylon baby pants. Waterproof plastic, the baby pants had a smooth waterproof plastic inside layer to prevent leaks. What she saw next wasn’t a surprise, she had been back in diapers for the last six days. What did surprise her was its design, it looked like the disposable diapers her own Mom would have used on her your sister fifteen years ago, thick and made with a stiff white plastic backsheet. It had no elastic leg gathers, instead the crinkly white plastic back sheet and thick fluff pulp paper padding had been folded by a diaper making machine to form a vee between her legs and it stuck out much wider at her thighs than the diapers she had been wearing since being handed over to the emergency fostermom by the Police. Panicking she squirmed as she pushed the baby pants off over her bottom and down her now chubby legs until they were left hanging off one ankle. With the baby pants out of the way she could now see the diaper in all its glory. The top stuck out near her belly button, a white stiff plastic outer layer backed with multiple layers of thick fluff pulp paper padding snugly secured around her hips by two sticky tabs on the front. 

Exploring she tried to undo the sticky tabs but the cotton scratch mittens that covered her hands prevented her misguided attempts. A new problem was now emerging, the plastic lined baby pants that now hung off one of her ankles were more than just waterproof, the scent of a dirty diaper filled the crib. It wasn’t the first poopy diaper Heather had to contend with over the past six days, but it was the first time she had filled her pants while napping. Even overnight she had woken and put off the inevitable until the morning, doing her business just before the Amazon fostermom came in and got her out of the crib. This was different, way different. Instead of the solid log that she pushed out into her diaper each morning this time it felt like lumpy pancake mix had been poured down the back of her diaper. Every time she moved it squeezed its way into every nook and cranny like toothpaste being squeezed from a tube. Worse still was the indisputable fact that she hadn’t woken with a need to poop, signalling that she had now lost the biggest achievement of her early years - potty training. 

Leaning forward Heather grabbed hold of the stainless steel bars of the crib, tears ran down her cheeks as a new reality struck home. How had that happened she wondered? Pooping while napping? Was it a one off? She hoped so. The only way to find out was to see the day out. Grabbing hold of the crib bars she tried to stand but her leg muscles would not respond. Instead she found herself landing on her bottom and all that served to do was to spread the mess in her diaper even further. Composing herself she wiped her eyes and looked for a way out. There had to be one, when she found it she would be ready, provided the drug she had given wore off sooner rather than later. For now though she was stuck, stuck in a hospital grade stainless steel crib in the County Jail daycare facility in a poopy diaper. 

Across the semi darkened room she could make out another of the cribs that now had its own occupant. Petite, mousy brown hair, smaller and younger than she was, the girl was positivity tiny. Was she another dimensional traveller? Maybe but she looked like an actual Amazon baby in the large crib. Squinting she looked closely to see if she knew the girl from her tour or the one that had arrived that morning while she had been trapped in the playpen in Ivy’s hotel room. Her investigation was short lived, an Amazon college aged girl in the same uniform as woman who had breastfed her on arrival entered the semi darkened room and made a beeline for the crib that contained her. Heather panicked, the girl was coming toward her, she was like a monster compared to her own size. Frozen to the spot a warm feeling invaded her diaper. OMG she panicked as her bladder emptied. 

“Who’s a little stinker then,” the girl chuckled as she leaned into the crib. 

The crib was huge, the dropside could have been a security fence in her own dimension. Heather recognised the unmistakable sound of the stainless steel safety latches being released and the dropside of the crib being lowered. ‘Clunk,’ the dropside was now at its lowest position giving the Amazon easy access to its occupant. Heather nervously watched as two eager hands reached out and retrieved her from the safety of the crib. Extracted she found herself swung onto the girl’s hip but not before an inflight diaper check. “It looks like this little Baby has done pee pee as well as poopies … yes she has … yes she has”, Amalia announced as she carried what she though was an amazon baby into the changing space between the crib room and the kitchen.

Baby talk! Heather fumed as the Amazon girl who was probably the same age as herself talked down to her as if she was a real baby. Rolling her eyes she cringed as she was carried past the crib that contained the other girl in the room. At that very moment the other girl looked up from the mattress of the second crib making eye contact with her. The moment was fleeting, a cursory glance at best but it was enough for a spark of recognition to flicker in their individual brains. 

With her brain racing at a hundred miles an hour Heather wanted to know more. In a world of her own she ignored the incessant baby talk of the teenager who had set-about changing her wet and dirty diaper. What had been the biggest concern of the day was now insignificant. The girl was like herself, a tourist now stuck in a dimension she wanted to escape. There was no doubt about it, she was another unsuspecting dimensional traveller, someone that had also come from her own dimension. 

Back at the hotel Dawn had been the last person she had been with from her own dimension before Ivy had taken her. Then she had seen the girl left alone in the hotel carpark after her boyfriend had stormed off in a huff. Was it fate that had brought them together again or simply chance? Sure, she had seen her in the carpark, but that hadn’t been a good omen for the girl who had then been handed over by the Tour Guide to a waiting Amazon who had drugged, diapered and dressed her in Amazon size baby clothes. Why was she here? What had happened to the Amazon that had taken her? Would there be time to find out?

“Lets go babygirl, you can have some playtime until your Fostermom comes back to pick you up.” Amalia was eager, there was no doubt about that. 

Twisting her body Heather pointed to the room with the crib that contained the girl from the hotel, “Gooo… goooo…. Gaalll…,” she pleaded as Amalia carried her in the opposite direction. 

“Oh my… you are all talkie aren’t you little one.

Carried through a kitchen into the adjoining open plan daycare room Heather looked for a means of escape. Frantically she turned her head as the girl carried her to the far end of the room which had full height windows. 

The windows reminded her of the morning at the hotel when Ivy the Amazon woman in the adjacent suite had barged into her hotel room and taken her. She had felt like a gold fish in a bowl looking out at the Amazon world then, now she felt no different, except this time she wasn’t looking down on a hotel carpark, instead the full height clear glass window looked into room with comfortable sofas and an Inbetweener barista making coffee for an Amazon couple. What sort of room was that? She had no idea… but one thing was immediately clear, the Amazon couple had been joined by a Nurse and a Warden and were signing paperwork of some sort. When the woman continued toward the end of the room Heather realised the danger she was in. Hidden behind a low dividing wall was a play area, one side contained by the clear glass wall, the other three sides were surrounded by the solid white vertical bars of a playpen.  

A playpen… she was being lowered into a another fucking Amazon baby’s playpen… what caused her to panic was that the top rail on this one was over her head and the vertical bars were close enough together to prevent her escaping. There was no way out, she was stuck inside the barred prison on show to the Amazons on the other side of the glass wall until an Amazon decided to let her out.  

Reaching for the sky she pleaded to be let out of the playpen, “Uppp…. Oooww… Noooowwwww…” Amalia simply watched in amusement as her pleas fell on deaf ears. 

“Perhaps she needs a playmate Amalia, we need to get Amy out of her crib for a viewing for the first couple that have arrived so they can have some playtime together.”

“Sure thing Mrs McKay, I will go and get her.”

“Perfect, the first couple are looking for a baby or a petite little to adopt as their baby. She is small enough, give her this medicating paci, check her diaper and cover it with a frilly diaper cover before you bring her out.”

“Do you want her in a pair of those cute baby booties that little Heather is wearing as well?”

“Yes, thats a good idea, they are in the top drawer of the dresser next to the baby change table.” Glancing down at Heather who was exploring the playpen for a way out Sue McKay smiled, “and bring this little ones frilly diaper cover as well, she had it on when I put her in the crib so it must still be in there somewhere.”

The conversation between the two Amazons was an information overload for Heather. She had been confined in a playpen that was a showroom for prospective parents to observe regressed littles or actual amazon babies and decide which one they wanted to adopt. Why would they put her in it when the Fostermom had told them the Agency had already identified an Amazon woman who wanted to adopt her? Continuing her search for freedom she crawled across the hard surface of the playpen checking out each of the corners for a possible weakness and ignoring the baby toys. Crawling was hard work, her knees hurt, she arms hurt and her hands hurt. She was using muscle groups that hadn’t been exercised since she was a baby. Reaching the far corner she was greeting by a pair of woman’s feet in white leather slip on comfortable shoes. Raising her head she could now see the woman’s legs, they were like tree trunks to her, tall and strong. 

Sue Mckay was impressed with what she had just observed, Baby Heather was crawling already, something most Amazon babies didn’t achieve until their fourteenth month or later. Good job on your crawling little one, you are going to make your new Mommy very happy.” Reaching into the playpen she slipped the silicone nipple of a pink pacifier with a white ring into the girls mouth and held it there until the makeup adhesive had stuck it to her skin. When Heather went to remove it her hand was intercepted. “Oh no you don’t, your paci stays in… unless you want to find your self regressed to a newborn you will leave that there until I remove it.”

Not expecting any form of recognition from the baby she was mildly surprised when Heather stopped and did as she was told. The girl had understood her intent, there was no way an Amazon Baby or a local little would have done that… so she must be a portal little now trapped in a dimension where she was the size of a baby. Interesting, the Fostermom hadn’t worked it out, or had she and she simply wasn’t letting on. Her train of though was interrupted by her Assistant lowering the second girl into the playpen.  

“Play nice babygirl, Amalia Johnson cooed as she stood and walked over to her boss. “I found these baby pants In Heather’s crib, she must have taken them off when napping earlier. 

“Thankyou Amalia, they are what I was wanting you to bring out. Stepping over the bars of the playpen   Sue Mckay zeroed in on her target who was busy crawling away to where the second girl now sat nursing a medicating paci with a glassy look in her eyes. The medication was doing its job, it would last about thirty minutes but would be strong enough for the potential adopters to see what little Amy would be like as a younger toddler who had just learned to walk. Having Little Heather here this morning was a bonus, her presence would distract the girl and make her job easier. But now she had a job to do. Grabbing one of Heathers legs by the ankle as the petite little crawled away she smiled, the littles were both going to be adorable once she had this one’s diaper covered again with the the pair of white broderie anglaise baby pants with rows of pink lace across the bottom

On the other side of the glass the couple were now seated on a sofa and engaged in conversation with the two staff from the facility. “They both look very cute, tell us about them,” the woman asked as her disinterested partner checked emails on his mobile phone.  

“The strawberry blonde is Heather, she is eighteen in her own dimension and as luck would have it the same length and weight as a baby in our dimension. We don’t have a lot on her currently other than what we have established by running her DNA through the national crime lab and dimensional portals databases. We all thought she was a real Amazon Baby, but it turns out that her DNA matched a little called Heather that arrived on a portal tour two weeks ago. The woman she was found with has been held on suspicion of little trafficking by the Police. There is an Agency involved, it deals with both Amazon and Littles cases. Adopted Angels, they have an office in downtown Aurora.”

“So she not available today then?”

“Not from us, you would need to go through the Adoption Agency if you were interested.”

“What about the other girl, she looks even smaller?”

“Well it might surprise you to know that she is a portal little as well. Her name is Amy and she was handed over in a carpark sweetheart deal by a crooked tour guide on the morning of her arrival. The woman who had acquired her illegally through a pre purchase site on the dark web was subsequently arrested and is doing time. Its been traumatic for Little Amy and she now knows too much now about our dimension so we need to find her a new home… she won’t be going back to her own dimension. We have asked the couple that adopted her boyfriend if they would also take her only but they only wanted a toddler boy, they aren’t interested in taking her and definitely don’t want to have a toddler and a baby both in diapers at the same time.”

Taking a sip of her coffee the woman leaned forward to get a better look. “She is tiny, even smaller than the other girl’ how old is she?”

“Eighteen in earth years, but here in Terra she is the size of a six month old at the 90th percentile.”

“She looks cute in that frilly diaper cover, it would look even better padded out with a cloth diaper… those woollen baby booties covering her little feet are soooo adorable.”

Wasting no time the Daycare Administrator pushed for a deal. “Amy is available if you would like to adopt her?”

Taking another slug of her strong coffee the woman continued to observe Amy as she stood up and toddled across the across the playpen to where Heather was sorting alphabet blocks. “Gawd I love that wiggly little diaper butt, she is cute, there is no doubt about that… but we were hoping for a newborn or a baby that wasn’t yet sitting up and crawling…. this one is already walking and she has perky little breasts that don’t look natural on a baby.”

Sandra Luvv wasn’t a woman who took no for an answer. “There are options, give me a couple of minute and I will show you what she would be like as an infant.” Leaving the room she returned to her office and took a pre loaded syringe from a locked drug cabinet. It’s like taking candy from a baby she thought to herself as she walked into the Daycare facility.

Amy sat wide eyed in the playpen mesmerised as the woman she had first met a week ago walked into the daycare facility as if she she owned it. ‘Sandra Luvv Daycare Administrator’ the name badge on her uniform announced. What was she here for? 

“Can you bring little Amy over to me please Amalia,” she requested. 

Amy felt her pulse begin to race as she was extracted from the playpen and carried over to the woman who was standing next to an empty diaper change table. Why had she asking for her to be brought over?

“Lay her on her tummy and hold her tight Amalia, she isn’t going to like this.” Removing the cap of the syringe and expelling the air Sandra Luvv smiled. “The woman who was interested in adopting her wanted a younger baby, not a walker and not even a crawler. The shot would ensure she can play that part as a demonstration of what her future could look like before any permanent surgery is scheduled.”

When she saw the syringe headed for her thigh Amy realised what the woman intended and wriggled as if her life depended it. “Nooo … noooo…” she cried as the needle jabbed her skin and its contents were discharged into a vein behind her knee.

Administering the cocktail by Intravenous Injection allowed the drugs to go straight into Little Amy’s bloodstream delivering the fastest and most intense effect. By crossing the blood brain barrier it hit the little’s system almost immediately, nothing was wasted and she was about to experience its full effect. There were risks but they were manageable. IV is considered to be one of the risker routes of administration because the needle goes directly into a vein, any contamination such as bacteria, particles or would also go directly into the little’s bloodstream. Repeated injections in the same spot would also cause scarring, collapse, and permanent loss of usable veins. Having checked the girl on her admission last week there were no signs of IV drug use so that was a remote possibility. Bacteria entering the bloodstream can cause abscesses, cellulitis, or serious infections like endocarditis, infection of the heart, that’s why she had swabbed the girls leg with a sterile pad before administering the shot. All that left to eliminate was the risk of a overdose, there was very little time to react if she used used too much. A quick check of the girl’s weight against the administration guide had confirmed the correct dose. 

Amused by the small girl’s protestations Sandra Luvv took her from the arms of the young Assistant. “I knew as soon as you were left with us last week that you would be perfect Amy, now we are going to meet someone who thinks you are adorable and is interested in becoming your Mommy. She has been watching you in the playpen with little Heather and thinks you are perfectly sized, that the pink frilly lace on your baby pants goes really well with your lovely blond hair and you have a cute diaper butt. But she wants a baby, not a toddler… the shot I have just given you will help to show her what you would be like after regression surgery.”

It took all of twenty seconds for Amy to feel the warmth now rushing through her tiny body as the cocktail in the syringe rushed through the veins to her heart where it was recycled for a second pass. Once it entered her heart it was then distributed to all of her body by the the circulatory system arteries, the blood vessels that took oxygen-rich blood, nutrients and hormones from her heart to all of her body’s cells. It was the arteries that kept her body alive and healthy by delivering what her cells and tissues need, now they delivered what would be a life sentence if the Amazon woman who had been watching her through the glass petition decided she was going to be her baby daughter.

As her muscles adsorbed the drug that was pumped by the heart through the arteries her body felt floppy, her arms and legs were became uncoordinated and it felt like she had sprung a slow leak wetting her diaper uncontrollably. Surgery… no one had said anything to her previously about surgery… her mind raced as she was lowered into the basinet of a large pram, her legs kicking and arms jerking as the drugs rapidly impaired eighteen years of gross motor skill development. Already the the large muscles in the arms, legs and torso were behaving as if she was a baby, temporarily robbing her of the ability to undertaken everyday physical activities like walking, running, throwing, lifting and kicking a ball. It was as if her brain had become disconnected from her body which now had no awareness of what the brain was trying to tell it.

“Warm a bottle please Amalia, I’m going to let her new Mommy feed her for the first time.”

As she lay on her back in the pram Amy quickly tired. What ever she had been injected with had sapped her strength and her endurance, now she lay there looking up as a face the size of the moon obscured her field of view. The woman was tall, she had thought that on the first day she had been brought here and now realised that her kind intentions had been an illusion from the very first minute of their meeting. 

Edited September 13 by Tracey
Chapter 34 - Dreamland or Reality?

[kirababy]

It is always a good day when I see a new chapter in this story.

Lovely addition - the description of waking up was well done, but this statement was perfect for me - showing someone who really loves seeing the true baby look:

“She looks cute in that frilly diaper cover, it would look even better padded out with a cloth diaper… those woollen baby booties covering her little feet are soooo adorable.”

[Tracey]

Chapter 35 - Back to Babyhood 

Stuck on her back in a pram in a wet diaper. Again her mind raced backward like the hands of a cuckoo clock of doom that marked each hour with a screeching call and a mechanical bird that emerged from a small door. Her mind ran wildly in reverse until she recalled the last time that she had been babied when she was in her own opinion well past that milestone in her life. She had been a petite kindergartener at the time, away from home with her single Mom who was attending a five day conference in Las Vegas. Her Mom had dropped her off at a babysitter city who did overnights as well as daytime while she attended the conference for a whole five days. 

It had been a living nightmare. The sitter knew she was a kindergartener, her Mom had said that when handing her over, the problem was she was much smaller than her peers and the clothes in her wheelie bag was all 2T size. Her mind replayed the visual images of that encounter, the house with parched lawns, peeling paint and a beat up car in the driveway. “I’ve got her… she will be fine, relax and enjoy your conference,” the Sitter had said to her Mom after picking her up and giving her leggings a pat on the bottom. “Wave to Mommy sweetie…,” the Sitter had purred in a charming voice intended to put her Mom at ease before retreating into the house. 

Las Vegas didn’t just earn the nickname “Sin City” it had created a brand that was near perfect, provided you weren’t weren’t the victim. The visible image consisted of the tourist strip, LED screens, who’s who fancy residencies, and crazy tourists behaving badly. Midnight unplanned weddings, quickie divorces and dodgy financial deals. Vegas had it all, questionable without a doubt, and that was what the public could see. Hidden in plain sight was the machinery that kept the place running, hostesses, croupiers, bar tenders, cooks, hotel staff and the babysitters. 

Babysitters were not something most people had in mind when they through about Vegas, but the pace couldn’t run without them. Babysitters took care of the kids of casino workers, the hotel staff and the services that supported Sin City. It wasn’t a daytime job, the place ran 24x7 and it needed 24x7 babysitters. That simple fact played into the hands of tourists and babysitters alike, come to Vegas, bring the kiddos, leave then with us and party till you cant party anymore. There were plenty of cases of kids being left with babysitters and never collected. Young Moms who had got caught up in the excitement of being a showgirl or decided that a quickie wedding to a dodgy businessman with deep pockets was a better outcome than changing crappy diapers and wiping snotty noses. Then there were the babysit to order deals, buyers who wanted a specific gender or genetic looks, Babies and toddlers primarily who quietly ended up with new parents after their bio Moms failed to collect them. The desert was vast, a barren lonely, harsh landscape that hid its victims in silence. Everything in Vegas had a price, even silence. 

The facade had crumpled almost immediately after the door of the babysitters house closed behind Sarah. Carried into the living room she saw two other kids, one a kindergartener like her and the other a toddler in a soaked disposable diaper that was long overdue for a change watching cartoons on the TV. Expecting to be put down next to them she was carried through into the kitchen and plonked down on the kitchen table. Looking around she began to panic, the table was way too high for her to climb down from and the woman had pushed her onto her back and was removed her sneakers. “I don’t know what your Momma was thinking bringing you to me in these big girl clothes and no diaper!” Stunned she lay on the kitchen table as the Sitter stripped off her leggings and panties leaving her bottom half naked. Rolling her head she watched as the Sitter extracted a perfectly machine folded white rectangle from an already open pack of disposable diapers on the kitchen table then shook it open. 

“Nooo… noo diapee..” she had complained as the Sitter held her ankles in one hand, lifted her legs and slipped the offending object under her bottom before lowering her legs, tugging the diaper up between them and fastening the sticky tapes to the landing zone. That was all had taken, it was like time had stopped, her pants had been removed and replaced with a disposable baby diaper. 

“Sussshhh…. It’s not the end of the world…. but you won’t  be needing these big girl clothes while Im babysitting you,” she had been told as the woman tossed her jeans and panties in a nearby laundry basket and carried her back into the sitting room where she was deposited in a large mesh sided playpen. 

“Waaa taaa…” her complaint was cut off as her t-shirt was tugged off over her head leaving her naked  apart from the diaper. Daylight reappeared and she made another attempt to plead her case before being silenced by a pacifier. The woman was clearly in charge, there was no doubt about that.

“You can either keep that paci in and watch cartoons with the other kids or I can put you in the crib for a morning nap… it’s your choice, which one is it going to be kiddo?”

Either-way she was doomed, Sarah knew it, her Mom would not be back until Friday evening. Reaching for the sticky diaper tapes she looked up at the babysitter who immediately intervened. “Oh no you don’t….,” she commanded brushing her hands away from the diaper tapes. “You are way too little to be in panties… look at Jassie… she is three and still in diapees and you are much smaller than her… yes you are… yes you are… you are still a little baby… and little baby’s need their diapees… that is how its going to be while you are in my house.” 

So that was it, she might be a kindergartener but because of her small size the woman was going to baby her. She didn’t need diapers but the Sitter had decided that she did and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. It had been a formative event in her life, she had been old enough at the time to clearly remember it. The Sitter had been as nice as pie on the door step, but that had just been a facade. As soon as her Mom had driven off she had been taken into the Sitters house where her leggings, panties and tee shirt had been stripped off and replaced by a cheap store brand disposable baby diaper that was large enough to fit her petite body. 

The next five days were etched into her memory. After being hauled out of the playpen mid morning with a still dry diaper the Sitter had fed her a bottle of warmed baby formula on the sofa while the toddler and the older girl were given sippy cups of juice. The Sitters hand kneading the front of her diaper had caused it to crinkle loudly while the other hand held the bottle that kept her mouth plugged with its foul tasting sterilised silicone nipple. The memory was still fresh, even though that day had been fourteen years ago. Now she was projected back into her past, where that babysitter’s cutting comment had hit home like a sledgehammer, “Mmmmm…. Your diapee is still clean and dry babygirl… but it won’t be for much longer.” 

Sarah had felt a growing need to use a bathroom for the past hour while stuck in the playpen. With her tummy filling up on warm baby milk it hadn’t taken long for her to realise that she was not only feeling lethargic but was closer to needing a bathroom than she had at first realised. Squirming to get free she had tried, but was easily defeated by the Sitter who increased her grip, stood up from the sofa and carried her down the hallway and into a bedroom that she could see contained a toddler sized bed. Good she had thought, a nap is what I need right now only to have that illusion shattered when the woman turned and lowered her into a waiting baby crib. As the dropside was pulled up the strong vertical white wooden bars filled her field of view. What the.. she had thought only to have her initial shock confirmed when the dropside locked into place with an audible click of the top safety latches prevented it from being lowered. With her belly full of warm baby formula that the Sitter had spiked with Demazin the last thing she remembered were the Sitter’s sing song words… “Baby likes her diaper dry, if it’s wet, she will get upset. Baby’s got a cute little booty… even when her diaper is poopy… get set… get set… when baby wakes she will be wet… get set… get set… when baby wakes she will have gone poopy.”

The Sitters words had been ignored to her peril. Waking an hour later Sara had been overwhelmed by the scent of poop, rolling over she tried to escape it but it followed her like a bad smell. After tossing and turning for ten minutes she had come to her senses and was awake, only to find herself in a large baby crib wearing a dirty diaper that was also soaked. What the... how had that happened she had thought as the door to room opened and the giant of a woman walked over to the crib. “I know a little baby with a dirty diapee… yes I do… yes I do…” she had pronounced before seeing the now half empty baby bottle laying in the crib. “Baby girl’s need to drink all of their babas to get their dipees changed” she had then stated before handing the bottle to Amy. “Finish your baba baby girl and I will change your diapee… and just so you know who is boss around here until that baba is empty baby will be staying in her dirty diapee.” 

That threat had been enough to push Sarah into action, leaning forward she took the bottle from the woman and began to nurse it like there was no tomorrow. “Good girl,” the Sitter had cooed as she took a clean diaper from an open pack on the dresser and lay it on a baby change table at the end of the crib. Being diapered by the Sitter, paraded around the neighbourhood in a pram, bottle fed and contained for five days in a playpen, crib and a highchair, as if she was still a baby had been a nightmare. The only upside had been because she was tiny no one realised anything was out of place. That was then and now was now, history was repeating itself in a different dimension where she was again the size of a baby and the decisions being made were out of her control. It had been an experience she had tried to forget, now the memory was again as fresh as if it had happened yesterday.

                               - - - 

In desperation Sarah tried to sit up in the pram but her muscle coordination was shot. She was on display to a new world which now consisted of the white vinyl sides of the pram, a dark blue hood printed with white bunny rabbits and the painted ceiling of the room. Above her a row of plastic pram toys was strung from one side of the hood to the other. Colored plastic ducks that she could not even reach with her padded hands. 

What impressed County Jail Daycare Administrator Sandra Luvv the most was how much like a real Amazon baby the petite girl now looked. Tears ran down her flushed cheeks as she realised that she had been immobilised by the injection in her arm. Leaning into the pram she looked the girl who she had promised to help last week in the eye and smiled as she slipped the rubber nipple of a pink pacifier between the girls quivering lips. “I said I would help you go home little one and I will, now, stop crying and take your paci, it will make you feel better,” holding the offending object in place until the girl began to nurse. “If today works out you will be going home with a new Mommy in two weeks as her newborn”.  

The way the petite tourist now looked told its own story, Sarah was destined to be a baby in Terra and Sandra Luvv would do everything in her power to make that happen, if she gave any quarter now the advantage she had gained would be immediately lost. Turning to hide the grin of satisfaction on her face she took a warm bottle of baby formula from the young assistant and put it in the diaper bag that hung off the pram handle. “Off we go little one… it’s time for you to meet your new Mommy,” she said while pushed the pram and its diapered occupant into the adjacent corridor. 

The sway of the pram as the woman pushed it along the corridor shattering any hope that Sarah had of freedom. What had started as another morning was quickly spiralling out of control. “UUUUU…. NNNAAAAA… PPPPAAAA… ppeesseee… haauupp…” Her voice reduced to baby babble by the cocktail of drugs now circulating in her system as tears formed in her eyes. If it had been a play she would have been the lead actress, but it wasn’t, it was an unfolding nightmare that got worse with every exposed frame.

“It’s OK little baby,” Sandra cooed while glancing down as she pushed the pram and its diapered occupant through the facility, “I promise I’ll stay with you.”

“Nnaaa… bbaaa… nnaaaa… “

“Yes Sweetheart, I know that you are scared and so you should be, that’s what your paci is for… it will calm you. Now be good, play along, pretend Mrs Diapre is your new Mommy and you will be back with your little playmate before lunchtime.” While she knew the genealogy of the couples surname it still amused her. Diapre originated from old Albanese name of D'Ipre. Over time it had become Diapre, although because it was easier to spell and sounded better. Most Diapre families had originally came from the Ipre area and settled on the South coast of Terra after the Albanese invasion. Terra was a major part of the Albanese supply lines from the continent. Many immigrants came to Terra as a first port of call, many stayed there, including D'Ipres. Their original region of Ipre was also a major cloth diaper production/market town, which is why babies nappies in modern Terraese are also called diapers. The surname of the couple that were interested in adopting Amy was simply a coincidence, nothing more, but it amused Sanda Luvv who failed to make the modern day connection to her own surname. 

Stuck on her back in the pram Sarah was furious. Be good and play along, who did this woman think she was, a little kid who needed a mommy. The pram sent a clear message that she was now about to meet a woman who wanted to adopt her wearing nothing more a daytime disposable diaper, frilly diaper cover and woollen baby booties. Stuck in the pram there no way out. Turning she looked across the pram, its white vinyl lined sides preventing her from seeing anything, she was well aware of the risk she now faced but powerless to do anything to control the situation. To make matters worse her bladder was demanding release… normally that would not be a problem… every other day of her enforced confinement she could find the bathroom where a plastic training potty in her size was kept but this morning she had been diapered and brought to a different part of the daycare centre, a part of the facility that had been designed for much younger residents with cribs, highchairs, a diaper change table and a large playpen. 

Now she found herself on her back in a baby pram with no way out. As quick as it had started the pram stopped moving. The woman who she knew was the Daycare Administrator was now talking to another woman who’s voice she didn’t recognise. Who could it be, Why had the pram stopped moving? What was happening now? All valid questions that were answered as two woman got closer to the pram and she could see their faces. 

“Baby Sarah can be yours if you decide to take her Mrs Diapre. We can schedule the regression surgery for next week, it will take another week for her to be ready to go home with you but you can spend each day here with your new baby attending to her needs as you will also need to complete the compulsory newborn parenting training.”

Admiring the petite girl in the pram a smile touched Evelyn Diapre’s lips. The baby was even more perfect in the flesh than she had looked through the glass partition. Reaching into the pram she extracted the baby, sliding one hand under its head and neck and the other hand under its bottom. Once she had a good hold, Evelyn Diapre scooped up the petite tourist who was about to become her new baby and brought the girl close to her chest. With the girl’s head resting against her chest she then slid her hand up from the padded bottom to support the baby’s neck. Sarah squirmed and tried to talk but all that came out was baby babble. 

Contained by the playpen on the other side of the glass partition Heather watched in horror as the giant woman cradled her new friend in her arms as she slipped a finger under the elastic leg gathers of the girl’s diaper checking for wetness. She watched closely as the woman’s finger probed the fluff pulp inside of the thick plastic backed disposable diaper. She could now also hear the conversation in the observation room, the sound system must be two way she concluded. “Baby has done a wee but her diapee can take more yet before it needs changing …. Is she hiding a bigger surprise in there for Mommy?” the woman announced with no consideration of how that comment would impact Sarah and anyone else observing. 

Lifting the girl to her shoulder she held her there with one hand while tugging the elasticated waist band of the frilly baby pants and the disposable diaper back with her free hand before peering inside and examining the disposable padding. “Mmmm, still clean back her, baby hasn’t done any poopies for Mommy yet,” she announced seemingly pleased with her inspection as Amy continued to wriggle in her arms. When she then held Sarah out in front with both hands as of she was inspecting a fairground prize she smiled, “Your diapee is wet little one, but its still clean so doesn’t need changing yet, is baby hungry, is that what it is, does Mommy need to feed her?”

Heather and Sarah were now looking at each other directly, one being held by an Amazon woman as if she was a baby, the other contained in a playpen designed for an Amazon toddler. Neither of them were happy, both were diapered, one wet the other still dry. Eitherway it didn’t really matter, both girls had been cast in a play they hadn’t signed up for and both now knew they had made a terrible mistake accepting what had felt like an offer that was too good to be true, a free holiday to Terra for the first twenty people to subscribe to a new travel company’s website.  

Cradling the tiny girl in her arms the woman took a seat in on the observation room sofa as the Daycare Administrator retrieved the bottle of baby formula that had been stuffed into the bulging pink diaper bag decorated with a appliqué of a white elephant that hung off the pram handles. Holding the bottle in one hand she past it to the woman who had Sarah in her arms, “Is baby thirsty?” she asked, though it wasn’t really a question and both girls knew it. Her next comment cast a die that would set Sarah on a pathway she had hoped to never return to. “Mommy has your bottle baby girl… once that little tummy is full she will change your daipee and show you the present she has brought for you… yes she will… yes she will…,” the woman proclaimed as if she had won the lottery. 

The face of a large woman with a bottle that was full of a creamy off white liquid filled Sarah’s view of the room. They were face to face. She held the bottle up. “Here you go, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Its baby formula this time but soon you will be getting Mommy’s special milk. She didn’t hand the bottle to her. Instead she brought the brown rubber nipple that had fed god knows how many earthlings before her up-to Sarah’s lips then realised they were still plugged with a pacifier. 

Sarah watched in fear as the bottle was set aside and the pacifier was plucked from her mouth with a resounding plop. Was it over? Had the Amazon woman changed her mind? Any though of that being the case was quickly dismissed when the rubber nipple of the bottle began to probe her quivering lips before it found an opening and slipped inside. It was part of the ritual. She didn’t get to decide, the woman did. While that was now clear to her to also rocked the foundations of her new friend Heather who had watched the scene play out from the other side of the glass partition. 

With the girl’s mouth wide open as if she was trying to catch flies Evelyn Diapre had guided the rubber nipple of the warm baby bottle between the little’s quivering lips. The nipple pressed against the girl’s tongue, she tilted the bottle slightly. “Drink up baby,” she whispered as a smile filled her face, “if you behave Mommy might just let you grow up again one day.” 

Sarah had no choice, warm milk dripped from the nipple into her mouth, she closed her lips around the nipple and sucked. The warm, sweet baby formula ran freely filling her mouth. It was thick and chalky, nothing like the glass of wine that she actually wanted. She drank slowly, her eyes darting back and forth as the Amazon woman bottle fed her. She had found a rythym, for every two sucks she swallowed. Getting a good mouthful of milk with each suck she made a small gulping noise with each swallow. After swallowing, she breathed out with a puff of air that made a “k-ah” sound. The cycle then repeated, suck, swallow, breath, suck, swallow, breathe in a rhythmic gulp ”k-ah” pattern. 

Evelyn Diapre basked in the sweet feeling of success, she had her prize, not only was the little tiny, she was diapered and feeding like a newborn. When the sound of a “click” told her that the baby had broken the seal on the nipple causing it to slip from her mouth she adjusted the position of the bottle by bringing the baby’s chin deeply onto the bottle with her nose tilted away from the bottle and head tipped back. Chin in, nose tilting away, head back. The same position she took when drinking a glass of wine. 

Eye contact was unavoidable for Sarah as the sound of her nursing the baby bottle filled the quiet room. The Amazon woman holding her seemed pleased with the outcome, her expression one of deep contentment. This was the reward. This involuntary, wordless baby-care. She was being force fed through a baby bottle, an item that she had left behind years ago. This wasn’t her choosing, this was two Amazon’s robbing her of independence. With no choice she took the bottle, nursing on it until it was almost empty, the last few drops, making a soft, hollow sound. When it was truly gone, she relaxed as the suction on the nipple let go with a ‘plop’. A trickle of baby formula escaped the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. The woman who held her didn’t wipe it away immediately. She watched, she saw the contentment of a little baby with a full tummy and smiled while her husband continued to do business on his mobile phone. The simple, physical satisfaction of feeding a baby. 

Sarah let out a warm breath along with a soft, contented sigh that came from the very bottom of her full tummy. It was a sound of pure, uncomplicated satisfaction. Her thirst was gone. Her need was met. She had been fussy and the woman wanting to be her new Mommy had provided. Only then did she gently wipe the droplet from her chin with a soft cloth before setting the empty bottle aside then cupping Amy’s tiny face in both of her hands stoking her cheeks. “You are such a good baby… yes you are,” she said, her voice hushed from its usual loud tone. “Just like a newborn. You knew what you needed, you let Mommy know, you trusted Mommy to feed you. That’s the best gift you could have given Mommy, now she has one for you baby girl.” 

Finally, the bottle was empty. Sarah relaxed when the nipple was pulled from her mouth with a soft pop. The Amazon woman who insisted on calling herself mommy held the empty bottle in her right hand as the Daycare Supervisor smirked. “Good girl,” she said, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Amy didn’t answer. Her full bladder was now a pressing, urgent reality. The baby formula had hit her system fast. She needed to wee. Badly. Laying in the woman’s arms she was trying to ignore the demand. She clenched her internal muscles, holding back. There was no way she wanted to wet herself while being held by the Amazon goddess. Not today, not any day. But she would have no choice, the diaper would get wet, the wetness would seep through the fluff pulp padding as it adsorbed her accident until it could take no more. Then it might leak. People might not smell it but they would see it. The thought terrified her as the pressure built. It was a fierce, constant ache. She shifted minutely in the woman’s arms trying to find a position that relieved it. Nothing helped. The woman still held her, she wasn’t pebrturbed and seemed to be enjoying the power that she wielded. 

Evelyn Diapre was no longer looking at the baby in her arms, her eyes were on the glass petition as she watched Heather who was confined to the playpen on the other side. The girl was crawling, it would be long before she was toddling, she looked cute in a larger size of the same frilly diaper cover that the baby was wearing. “The strawberry blonde, did you said her name was Heather and that she is also a portal little?”

“Yes, that correct,” Sanda Luvv confirmed. “The woman she was found with has been held on suspicion of little trafficking by the Police and there is now an Agency involved that deals with both Amazon and Little cases?”

While Heather wasn’t on Daycare Supervisor Sandra Luvv’s case list there might still be an opportunity to make a bonus from a referral. “Adopted Angels, their office is in downtown Aurora, she isn’t available from us, you would need to go through the Adoption Agency if you were interested.”

Sarah had tuned in on the conversation. Was the woman now changing her mind, did she want Heather instead? She hoped that would be the case as the pressure in her small bladder became a sharp, stabbing need to use a bathroom.

The Amazon woman that held her and the Daycare Supervisor were talking again. “We don’t have a lot on Heather currently other than what we have established by running her DNA through the national crime lab and dimensional portals databases. We all thought she was a real Amazon Baby, but it turns out that her DNA matched a little that arrived on a tour two weeks ago. She is eighteen and petite in her own dimension and as luck would have it the same length and weight as a baby in ours.

Sarah tried squeezing her thighs together but the thick diaper between them prevented her from achieving that goal. Holding her breath she knew what was coming and that she could not avoid it. Eventually she couldn’t hold it any longer as her control already frayed by terror and exhaustion gave way. A first warm trickle escaped, then the dam burst and it became a flood. She couldn’t stop it. She was wetting herself while being held in the Amazon woman’s arms. The warm liquid seeped into the dry padding of the baby diaper, slowly creeping through the fluff pulp as it was adsorbed. Gawd, she though, she was eighteen, the Amazons all wanted to baby her, wetting her diaper would only exacerbate that behaviour. As the warmth spread slowly through the core of the diaper it swelled up and grew heavier. Warmth between her legs signalled that she was wetting again, the sound was faint but she could hear it and feel it. Horror washed over her. She had done it. She had wet her diaper twice while being held by an Amazon woman who was a stranger. Her mind raced to the consequences. She was in a diaper. Would it leak? It was thick, but was it thick enough? Would the plastic back sheet be enough to contain her accident? If it wasn’t would the frilly baby pants covering the diaper be sufficient as a second flood barrier? Would the woman who held her be able to tell? Could she smell or feel it? 

Panicking Sarah froze. If she stayed perfectly still, maybe the wetness wouldn’t spread. Maybe it would be contained. She stared straight ahead, through the glass partition she could see her new friend crawling in the playpen that had earlier also contained her as the warm, damp feeling against her skin was a constant, terrifying reminder of her accident. Every second that passed, she expected the Amazon woman to comment on the state of her diaper but she said nothing and continued her discussion with the Daycare Supervisor. 

“Is progression for a Portal Little from newborn to a toddler similar to how it is here in Terra?”

The question brought a smile to Sandra Luvv’s face, “It follows a similar pattern with the time in each phase being the exception. Because we are a superior race and we live three times as along as a Portal Little does in their own dimension here in Terra each development stage is three times as long. The added bonus of being in Terra is that with our advanced bioscience you can further control your little’s development, or if you choose to do so you can keep your little as a forever baby.” Reaching for a pamphlet she handed it to the woman. “This explains each developmental stage and when it occurs in the Littles dimension compared to Terra.” 

Taking the pamphlet Evelyn Diapre quickly scanned it before placing it on the coffee table where Amy had a good of it. What she read induced a sense of fear she had never before experienced. 

Baby to Toddler development - milestones development - Earth vs Terra

Earth - Newborn to 2 months / Terra - Newborn to 9 months

• • Baby is fed only breast milk or formula with iron
  •           Turns head to both sides while on back
  • Lifts head and able to turn to both sides while on belly
  • Head lag with pull to sit
  • Kicking both legs and moving both arms equally while on back
  • Performs tummy time on floor regularly

Earth - 3 to 4 months / Terra - 9 to 12 months

• • Baby is fed only breast milk or formula with iron 
  •           Raises head in line with trunk when pulled to sit
  • Pushes up on forearms and turn head side to side while on belly
  • Tolerates tummy time well
  • Rolls from belly to back

Earth - 5 months / Terra - 15 months

• • Baby is fed only breast milk or formula with iron 
  •           Rolls from back to belly
  • Brings feet to mouth laying on back
  • Pushes up on hands with arms extended while on belly
  • Pivots in a circle while on belly to each side

Earth - 6 to 8 months / Terra - 12 to 24 months

• • Rice cereal (made with breast milk or formula) introduced
  •           Sits alone for a short period
  • Reaches for toys to play in sitting
  • Catches self with loss of balance in sitting
  • Crawls on belly

Earth - 9 to 11 months / Terra - 27 to 33 months

• • Baby cereals with fruit, teething biscuits, puréed fruit and vegetables introduced
  • Breast milk or formula are still the main source of nutrition
  •           Moves between laying down and sitting upright without help
  • Crawls on hands and knees
  • Pulls to a standing position with one foot leading
  • Cruises around furniture
  • Walks with two hands held

Earth - 11 to 12 months (1 year) / Terra - 33 to 36 months (3 years)

• •      Meat, lumpy food, pasta and cooked chopped vegetables can be introduced 
  •           Holds a bottle unaided
  •           Toddles with one hand held
  • Stands alone for a few seconds
  •           Competent at crawling

Earth - 13 to 14 months / Terra - 39 to 42 months 

• •      Reduces baby milk intake to six breast or bottle feeds a day
  •           Crawls up stairs
  • Stands up from the floor without support
  •           Navigates upright using furniture for balance 
  •      Squats and stands back up holding onto support

Earth - 15 to 18 months (1.5 years) / Terra - 45 to 54 months (4.5 years)

• •           Graduates to a stroller using the reclined position
  •           Can climb up stairs with hands held or rails to help
  • Crawls down the stairs (on belly, feet first)
  • Walking a few steps but falls easily
  • Kicks a ball forward a couple of feet

Earth - 2 years / Terra - 6 years

• • Breast or bottle feeds mornings, lunchtime, post nap-time and evenings 
  •           Toddles and can run a few steps
  •            Sits comfortably upright in a stroller
  • Jumps in place with both feet off the ground
  • Walks up and down stairs alone
  • Kicks a ball with either foot

Earth - 3 years / Terra - 9 years

• • Breast or bottle feeds mornings, nap-time and and evenings
  •           Walks and runs fairly well but still needs a stroller for outings 
  •           Wakes most nights
  •            Slowly gives up morning naps graduating to one afternoon each day
  •            Begins to show interest in bodily functions and potty training
  •            Still needs daytime, nap-time and overnight diapers. 
  •            Can balance on one foot for a few seconds
  • Jumps forward 10-24 inches
  • Catches a large ball
  • Rides a tricycle

Earth - By 4 years / Terra - By 12 years

• • Breast or bottle feeds occasionally when stressed or tired 
  •           Ready for potty training pants or pull-ups 
  •           Graduates from a crib to a toddler bed
  •           Sleeps well through the night but still naps most days
  •           Not yet reliably dry - still needs diapers for outings, nap-tine and overnight
  •           Can run, jump and climb well, is beginning to skip
  • Hops proficiently on one foot
  • Can do hopscotch
  • Catches a ball reliably

Earth - By 5 years / Terra - By 15 years

• • Daytime potty training success - graduates to panties
  •           Sleeps well through the night
  •           Gives up naps
  •           Mostly dry at nap-time and night - only 10% will still need overnight and nap-time diapers
  •           Skips on alternate feet and jump rope
  • Begins to skate and swim
  • Rides bicycle with/without training wheels
  • Climbs well

This information is a general guide to help you determine if your Amazon or Little is progressing at the rate expected for his or her age. Please keep in mind that each is unique and develops skills at their own rate and that Littles can be kept as forever babies at any stage or regressed to an earlier stage at any time.

Reading the pamphlet had distracted Sarah’s attention. The words jumped off the page as if they were alive, each and everyone one of them cementing in her mind just how fucked this dimension was. Nine months as an immobile newborn, two years of a breastmilk or baby formula only diet, four and a half years of crawling before she would get to walk again, four and half years before she would graduate from a lay flat baby pram that restricted her view of the world to the inside of a pram with nothing more than a string of baby toys strung across its hood and the sky above to amuse her - she would go crazy from the boredom of it. 

But it didn’t end there, for every earth year she would have to endure three years in Terra. That’s where she would be totally screwed. fucked. Nine years of being pushed around in a stroller before she would be allowed to walk freely again, nine years of being breast or bottle fed, twelve years before she would see another pair of panties and even then still diapered for outings nap-time and overnight. Twelve long years before she would graduate from being confined in a baby crib to a toddler bed… twelve years behind bars for at least fourteen hours of her day until she was eventually considered old enough to be a toddler who could be trusted with a bed of her own again. The Nap-times were worse - fifteen years of nap times… fifteen years of being made to nap every day, day in and day out and diapered for every single one. Eventually she would get panties back back but that would also be fifteen years away and even then going on her past history of bedwetting and late potty training still be diapered for car, bus, train and plane rides, trips to the stores, important events and overnight. OMG - fifteen years or more of being back in diapers even when she could skip, jump, lean to skate, swim and ride a trike with training wheels again. 

Fifteen years to relearn all of the things she had mastered in five years the first time, her life was royally fucked if she was given to this woman. As she lay in the woman’s arms she remembered what had happened the day before her Mom had come to collect her from the babysitters house in Vegas fifteen years ago - there it was again fifteen years … the number was haunting her. In that living nightmare she had also been back in diapers for five whole days and been made to use them for all of her needs as well. 

The memory was now vividly playing back in her mind. Harnessed in a highchair wearing a wet diaper, white onesie and plastic backed terry cotton baby bib with a pink rabbit with matching bias binding she was being spoon fed puréed baby food when the doorbell rung. Her hopes of being let out of the highchair were dashed when it wasn’t her own Mom but Jassie’s. The woman had come to collect her toddler daughter and positively fawned when she saw tiny Sarah in the highchair, her face covered in disgusting mushy peas and carrots. Jassie’s Mom, Karissa Thomas, had though she was still a baby when she was a petite six year old. 

“Oh my, such a cutie… yes your are,”  Jassie’s Mom had commented as the babysitter shovelled another spoon of the disgusting puréed muck into her mouth deliberately getting most of it on her face. “Makes me want to have another baby… they grow up so fast Maria, even though my own little stinker is still in diapers she isn’t a little cutie like this one  anymore,” the woman had commented to the babysitter while handed her a fist full of cash before hoisting her own daughter off the floor and onto her hip. 

Waving the handful of cash the babysitter laughed, “A good day on the pokies then Karissa… same time tomorrow?”

“Sure thing Maria… there’s a guy I met from NYC who is in town for a few days, can you have Jassie for a couple of nights?”

“No problem, this little cutie’s Mom will be collecting her Friday afternoon… Oh, can you bring another pack of diapees for Jassie, she is almost out.”

“Sure thing… I will grab another pack of overnight Snugglers at the market tonight”.

“Thanks… that will be perfect… since Jassie has been in Snugglers during the day as well there hasnt been any more surprise puddles on my floors.” 

Glancing down at the petite girl in a messy bib wearing a diaper and a onesie in the highchair Karissa chuckled, “I use them on her all the time now Maria… they are great…the overnights can easily take multiple wettings… oh… it looks like this little one’s diapee has leaked.. her onesie looks wet… perhaps she could benefit from a thicker diaper as well…”

“You are on the money Karissa… she is a waterworks for sure… I don’t know what her Mom uses but she has been wetting though the Pampies I’ve been using on her for the past three days… and to think her Mom had the nerve to drop her off to me in panties on Monday morning.”

“Well its your lucky day Maria… I’ve think there is still a half used pack of crawler size Snugglers in the trunk of my car that used to fit Jassie... come on out to the car… we can check if they are still there.”

Left alone in the highchair Sarah wriggled in an attempt to get free. There was no way she wanted to be wearing even thicker underwear, the disposables she had been made to wear for the last three days were bad enough even if the current one was now soaked. What she wanted was no more diapers and to be given her panties back. Before she knew it the babysitter strolled back into the kitchen with a half open pack of Snugglers Thick Overnight Diapers that had belonged to the girl who had just left with her Mom. 

“Ok little Miss Pee Pants…let’s get you changed into a dry daipee shall we,” the Babysitter cruelly announced while seemingly enjoying her power over the girl. Leaving the pack of diapers on the kitchen table she unlatched the highchair tray removing it before releasing the webbing harness that kept the girl from escaping the highchair. Plucking the girl our of her confinement she grabbed the disposable between her skinny legs with a wicked smile on her face. “Soaked again… well thanks to your playmate’s Mom that should now be a thing of the past.” 

Any thoughts Sarah had of getting her panties back were immediately dashed when the Babysitter holding her in one arm grabbed a folded white rectangle of plastic from the half used pack of disposables on the kitchen table.  Size: Crawler - 30 - 41 lbs, Pack Size: 34 disposable diapers, Stretchy waistband for comfort and flexibility when crawling, Secure grip tabs allow adjustment and refastening for a better fit, Extra tall leak guards and leg elastics to prevent leaks, Super absorbent core for long-lasting dryness and protection, Soft and breathable for enhanced comfort, Suitable for active crawlers, day and night use. The specifications said it all, she was royally fucked and she knew it.                                                                                    - - -

Back in the present Sarah shifted in the woman’s arms, it was now obvious that the warm wetness in her diaper had cooled, turning into a clammy, uncomfortable dampness. The disposable felt both heavy and soggy. She could feel the wet padding pressing against her skin everywhere. Finally, the woman looked at her again. “Oh look… baby needs a diaper change… yes she does… yes she does,” she announced, her voice high pitched. 

No way… no way… somehow she needed to find a way out of this place and out of this god forsaken dimension. The loud ticking of the wall clock now felt like a countdown to a life sentence, each second moving her her one step closer to a destiny she had to avoid at all costs. The wet diaper felt like seaweed clinging to her body. Sarah was terrified as the woman lay her on her back in the baby pram then tugged the frilly baby pants down her skinny legs, the soggy disposable with its waterproof plastic back sheet making an unmistakable crinkling sound as it squelching with each movement of her body. She looked up at the woman, she was calm but deliberate. She had orchestrated every second of this nightmare. She had forced the bottle of baby formula into her. She had silently held her while she wet herself. She had let it happen, now she was changing her. 

The tears came as a trickle initially, before streaming down her flushed cheeks. Then the dam burst, body-wracking sobs escaped from her mouth as if she as being tortured. Her cries were those of a baby, a baby that needed consoling as her tiny body shook violently. Her legs kicked out in weak, spasmodic jerks, the soft woollen booties that covered her tiny feet jerking uncontrollably. She cried for the adult she used to be, someone who now felt like a distant memory. She cried for her own dignity as the tapes on her swollen diaper were ripped open, another reminder of her lost adulthood. She cried because she had been regressed to a second babyhood, terrified that an Amazon woman she had not met before was now changing her diaper.

Thump. The wet diaper had been stripped off and tossed into a nearby diaper pail. Hiding her warm wet face into the crook of her elbows Sarah shook as she slowly recovered. The wet diaper was now gone and the woman had her ankles in one hand as she slid a dry diaper her raised bottom. Anger now took over, why did it have to be her? Why did her boyfriend storm off on the first morning of their arrival? Why did the Tour Guide give her to a woman who was a little trafficker in the hotel carpark? Why had she not been returned to the portal? They were all questions she wanted answers too. What Amy didn’t consider was if she had known the answer how much it would have terrified her even more. 

Sandra Luvv smiled, this wasn’t a bratty tantrum designed to manipulate or test boundaries, the mousy haired petite portal little was destined for a second babyhood, one that would rock the very foundations of her core. It would be a real systemic collapse of her own reality, akin to a rolling devastating earthquake, with an outcome that would be so far from her current reality than she could ever imagine. All going to plan two things were going to change and be changed permanently,  Little Sarah’s world would soon consist of the trappings of babyhood, her bed would be a crib, her table a highchair tray, her transportation a pram, her world view framed through the wooden bars or the mesh of a playpen and her panties thick, plastic backed, fluff cellulose pulp with sticky tapes to hold them secured on place - diapers, but not just any diapers - Amazon Baby Diapers. They were the thing that  would be changed multiple times every day. When she arrived in Terra there had been enough panties in her suitcase for her to change them daily. Since being taken by the Amazon in the hotel carpark she had been back in baby diapers and made to use them for all of her bodily needs… that was the changed equation, not changed once a day like her grown up panties, changed multiple times each and every day because they were either wet or poopy.

With a dry disposable diaper in hand Evelyn Diapre grabbed the wriggly feet and legs of the petite tourist in one hand, lifting them until her bottom was clear of the pram mattress she slipped the crinkling diaper under the pure soft white skin of what to anyone who didn’t know that the petite girl was a little would look like a an amazon baby’s bottom. Positioning the girl on the diaper she swiftly lowered her legs back down to the pram mattress. The confined space made the job a little more difficult, once she had baby at home that problem would be eliminated through use of the baby change table that stood proudly at attention in the nursery waiting for its first owner. 

She really knows what she’s doing, thought Sarah, stunned by woman’s efficiency. A sudden tickling sensation caused Sarah to open her eyes and look up once more. “It’s just a little baby powder, it will help go prevent diapee rash little one… nothing for you to worry about… Mommy’s is going to take good care of her little bundle of joy,” The woman said, liberally sprinkling the container across Sarah’s  private parts creating a cloud that drifted upwards until she sneezed. “Oops… a little too much powder maybe… but your are so cute when you sneeze little baby I could just eat you all up!

Like nervous laughter or tears of joys, cute aggression was unconsciously helping Evelyn Diapre to regulate her emotions and maintain a steady state of mind after her initial extreme emotional reaction on being allowed physical contact with the portal little who’s diaper she was now changing. The expression restored her emotional equilibrium, she had been overwhelmed by strong positive emotions on first contact with the portal little and needed to recover from those strong emotions. From her time as a researcher at the local medical school she knew that the more cute and infantile-looking the baby was, the more the prospective parents said they wanted to “take care of and protect” the baby, pinch their cheeks and "eat them up." Medical research confirmed these findings and revealed a positive correlation between the baby's cuteness and the parents strong positive feelings. The happier she was, the more her mind try to counterbalance her emotions to maintain equilibrium. She knew the same thing caused tears of joy; when overcome with positive emotions inherent negative reactions helped to calm her mind and body. Nervous laughter was similar; she used it to try and make light of  negative comments or an awkward situation. Now though she had a diaper to finish changing.

On her back in the pram Sarah looked down, her lower half had been dusted with the white baby powder. But more alarming, was the fact that woman had now slipped not one, but two diapers underneath her bottom, as well as what appeared to be a thick cellulose paper pad. “Naaaoo… naaao…” she tried to complain around the silicone nipple of the pacifier that filled her mouth but her voice no longer worked thanks to the injection she had been given earlier. Nervously she tried to lift her head to get a better view of what going on. 

Evelyn Diapre momentarily stopped what she was doing and frowned. “You are way too little to be lifting your head yet little one… Mommy wants you to be a newborn so we will need to do something about that wont we,” changing her manner from caring to authoritative. Amy panicked, a newborn, no way, she might be wearing diapers now but she wasn’t a newborn. She could walk, write, read, spell feed and dress herself. She wasn’t a newborn, there must be a mistake. Immediately she stop wriggling, lay flat on the pram mattress and the woman smiled, “ that’s better, you are going to be a good little baby for Mommy aren’t you,” she said, roughly sprinkling baby powder into places Sarah preferred she didn’t go. 

Rolling her eyes she turned her head to the side in protest. “Sulking now, are we baby?” Evelyn said dismissively tugging the thick booster pad firmly between her legs. The woman’s demeanour had changed, it abruptly felt less gentle than before. Less like a caring Mommy and and more like a clinical nurse, “You will learn Little One, that I won’t tolerate silly little baby girls with bratty attitudes,” she said, pulling out the front of the diaper and shifting it side to side. Sarah felt herself shrinking with humiliation into the pram mattress. Being told off by a woman she didn’t know while her diaper was changed... she could not believe it. Her sense of safety continued to evaporate as the large woman pulled up the white plastic backed diaper then quickly taped it evenly and neatly at her waist. She squirmed, feeling the bulky booster pad pressed tight against her private parts then gulped as she considered the prospect of spending the rest of the morning with that feeling. Before she could get too used to the feeling the woman quickly tugged up the second diaper, holding it tightly over the first. “Does that feel good, Baby?” Evelyn asked, in a caustic, derisive voice. 

“Mmmmm,” Sarah tried to complain in a mumbling voice from behind her pacifier as the woman held the diaper in position causing the soft cotton of the booster pad to press tightly against her private parts. The woman was now teasing her, rubbing her hand firmly up and down the front of the crinkly diaper eliciting a little wimper. 

“Oh, you do like it, don’t you baby?” Evelyn said, doing her best to further embarrass the girl before she quickly taped up the second diaper, ensuring it fitting snugly around the girl’s small bottom. “Well you’d better get used to it baby, because you’ll be wearing cloth diapees and waterproof baby pants when you come home with Mommy. Cloth diapees are a lot bulkier than disposables and you will be in them for a long time,” she said, taking the pair of frilly baby pants Amy had been wearing previously that the Daycare Supervisor held out. “And good old fashioned pull on plastic baby pants will keep your crib sheets and Mommy’s carpets dry.” 

Sarah lay helplessly on the pram mattress. She desperately tried to look around the room for an escape but her view was locked by the sides of the pram. It had been some time since she had last seen a clock, now she had no idea what time it was. Wriggling on the pram mattress she tried to close her legs, only to be foiled by the double diapers and soaker pad that kept them well apart. 

After covering the girl’s diapers with the frilly baby pants she had worn previously Evelyn Diapre held up a white baby gown with a pink elephant embroidered across the front. “Let’s get Baby dressed before she gets cold, it won’t be long now before her morning nap time so this will be perfect” she said, in a patronising tone. Taking the girl’s arms Evelyn sat her upright so that she could now feel the thick padding between her skinny legs pushing them apart. A single diaper had been bad enough, in double diapers and a soaker pad it felt to Sarah like a pillow had been stuffed between her legs as the woman who was intent on babying her threaded her arms through the baby gown then dropped it over her head. 

“Lay back little one, I need to pull your baby gown down to keep you warm,” Evelyn said, gently pushing her body backwards until it met the firm mattress of the pram. On her back Amy looked up as a woman’s face that looked to be the size of the moon blocked out the rest of the room. The woman had lifted the gown and was running her fingers inside the elasticated legs of the baby pants. “Almost done Babygirl,” she proclaimed while ensuring that no part of the disposable diaper was peeking out through the leg cuffs. “These baby pants not only look darling but they will also keep you cribs sheets dry at nap-time.” Thwack.. the elasticated leg cuffs snapping back against her tender skin as the woman extracted her fingers told a story that Amy wasn’t interested in hearing. The baby pants she had been made to wear earlier were again making their presence felt, pulling the diapers even tighter, as the stretched fabric of the baby pants compressed the disposable diapers with the soaker pad and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. 

“Done,” Evelyn Diapre said proudly. Amy looked down in disbelief. She shifted her legs awkwardly and cringed as the diapers crinkled beneath the baby gown she was now wearing. “Doesn’t that feel nice?” the woman asked in a patronising voice. 

“Nnnooooo,” cried Sarah around the pacifer that filled her mouth. 

“No, Mommy,” Evelyn said, correcting the girl. “Well that’s too bad, because diapers are what you are going to wearing from now on until Mommy decides otherwise so you had better get used to them.” Sarah scrunched her face in disgust as the woman who had just changed her diaper continued the diatribe. “It’s hard to look anything other than cute when you’ve wearing diapers and there is a paci bobbing up and down in your mouth” she said as another woman joined them in the room. 

“Hi Mrs Diapre, I’m Kimberly Clark, the littles adoption coordinator here at County. If you would like to come through to the office we can get the paperwork started for Baby Sarah’s adoption.” 

[Moon3ye]

Do you know that feeling of having missed out on something?

I mean, wasn’t she supposed to be visiting the woman who kidnapped her in prison because everyone thought she was her baby?

Why is she being adopted now?

And what sort of regression operation?

And is the other ‘Little’ from the trip there as well now?

Have I missed something?

I’ve been under a lot of stress these past few months, so it’s quite possible my brain hasn’t processed everything.

Could someone please give me a summary?

Thanks in advance.

[kirababy]

It took me a while to figure out who Sarah was in this chapter and get into her backstory, but now see it clearly.  Loving the creativity with the naming, especially Ms Clark at the end!

[SGTbaby]

Poor Sarah! But Heather needs to look out as well…

[Daymare]

On 9/19/2026 at 2:14 AM, Moon3ye said:

Do you know that feeling of having missed out on something?

I mean, wasn’t she supposed to be visiting the woman who kidnapped her in prison because everyone thought she was her baby?

Why is she being adopted now?

And what sort of regression operation?

And is the other ‘Little’ from the trip there as well now?

Have I missed something?

I’ve been under a lot of stress these past few months, so it’s quite possible my brain hasn’t processed everything.

Could someone please give me a summary?

Thanks in advance.

Yeah, there's definitely some gaps, but I'll do my best to fill them in for you...

 

Visiting the "mom"...

 

According to the local law this part of the DD (I'm assuming it's a state in the DD's version of the USA) babies and non relatives aren't allowed to see the incarcerated. So, they already ruled out Heather because some people say she's an "Amazon baby" which makes sense until it comes out that they know she's a Little but "looks just like an Amazon baby" when she's fully dressed up. I wasn't questioning this until Amy/Sarah (whatever name is hers) was said to be smaller than Heather and, according to the jail staff, looks like an Amazon newborn (but with a full head of hair xD).

 

The test the staff in the jail did on Dianne proves she's not Heather's mom which is solid writing, but the game the Amazons are seemingly playing with Heather does make sense (Amazons do love fucking with Littles), but it also can be quite confusing for the reader. 

 

Adoption?

 

Heather cannot be legally adopted at the jail, but it seems like Sarah/Amy can because she wasn't placed with a foster mother. Again, it's a bit odd and yet, it makes sense. Heather ended up with a Foster mother because an Amazonian child was put into the foster mom's custody and, at the time both the child and Dianne claimed Heather was an Amazonian infant. Sarah/Amy was taken in with the obese woman who kidnapped her in the parking lot of the hotel in the first couple of chapters. She ended up in the adoption program (seemingly ran by the jail) because she was never declared to be an Amazonian Infant. However, the program Heather is in somehow knows she's a Little so... yeah, a bit more confusion but the DD has a shit ton of Adoption agencies so I don't have an issue with the jail doing it but the foster mom/agency taking care of Heather is a bit odd/off to me.

 

As far as Surgery goes...

 

I invented Unbirth and Birthing (at least in the context of the DD) and I'm assuming such a "regression" surgery is similar without a Little being implanted in the womb. If I had to guess (and skip to the next paragraph if you are easily squeamish) the surgery would permanently alter or render Sarah/Amy bald and toothless. They'll probably removed her tendons so she cannot walk or crawl and possibly alter her motor skills/coordination so she cannot function properly. Oh, and remove her breasts and add "baby fat"...

 

Other Little?

 

I'm not sure if you're talking about the chick from the hotel that got kidnapped in the parking lot or Dianne's Amazonian daughter. Sarah/Amy (yeah that confuses me too) is the other little from the hotel. The other child is a child, Dianne's daughter. 

 

Have you missed something?

 

To be fair I tend to miss things to and yet I keep coming back to this story because the writer has truly grown and improved since the first page of this story. It's a bit rough, but I'm enjoying it. I've also been under a lot of stress, but I don't think the stress is making this trickier to read. It just needs a bit of revising when the writer finishes it. There's some gaps but not enough to ruin the story.

 

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As I've said, I'm enjoying the story and the early infancy/newborn focus which has suddenly become the focus of this tale. Seriously, few people ever do this so I'm really excited to see what you do. Other than myself, Ausdpr, Long Rifle and maybe one or two other writers.... most people writing in the DD steer clear of newborns.

 

[Tracey]

5 hours ago, Daymare said:

To be fair I tend to miss things to and yet I keep coming back to this story because the writer has truly grown and improved since the first page of this story. It's a bit rough, but I'm enjoying it. I've also been under a lot of stress, but I don't think the stress is making this trickier to read. It just needs a bit of revising when the writer finishes it. There's some gaps but not enough to ruin the story.

Thats a great summary Daymare. Apologies for it being a bit rough, writing the story using notepad isn't easy especially with editing. In separating this to chapter to post the next three chapters got fried in error and will need to be rewritten from memory, that will no doubt mean they will be abridged.

Sarah vs Amy - Somewhere along the way she has been referred to as Amy but that is a naming error in the story. Amy and Sarah are the same little who's boyfriend stormed off in the carpark at the hotel while Heather watched the drama play out wearing a pull-up in a playpen in Ivys room. That ended when Sarah was handed over to a Amazon by a crocked tour guide for an envelope of cash. Heather next saw her in the lobby in a pram dressed as a newborn when Ivy took her from the hotel. 
 

Sarah’s rebirthing will take a different turn in this story, technology has moved on to enable in inutero implantation of a little into an amazons uterus. 

Thanks all for the feedback, pleased you are enjoying this twisted tale in the DD. 

[Tracey]

Chapter 36 - The Road to Infancy

The pram rocked from side to side as it was wheeled the short distance along the corridor from the viewing room to the baby section of the Country Jail Daycare Center. Sarah could easily have past for Glan Amazon newborn as she lay on her back in the pram, her feet still covered by the pink woollen baby booties tied on by satin laces that Amalia, the student nurse, had covered then with earlier. Silenced by a pacifier and dressed in the flannelette baby gown Evelyn Diapre had dressed her in. Sandra Luvv glanced down as she wheeled the pram to admire her next pay bonus. The girl painted a picture of innocence, she would be the perfect newborn that Evelyn Diapre wanted, it was always satisfying when an unplanned adoption went smoothly. 

The Diapre woman had been smitten with the girl, her part had been to convince the woman that the little now dressed to look like a newborn could be made to act like one. The cocktail of muscle relaxants and wellbeing inducing drugs in the syringe she had injected the girl with an hour ago had seen to that. She had played her part, more than Sandra had expected her to, now it was show time. It would take two weeks, two weeks of minor surgery, baby care and forgetting who she really was, that was always the challenging part without any drugs to cloud her body or mind. 

Opening the door to the County Daycare Nursery Daycare Supervisor Sanda Luvv was pleased with her morning efforts. Now there was work to do. “Amalia, take the baby from the pram, she can have thirty minutes of tummy time in the playpen with her new playmate then I want you to give them both a bottle, once that is done put them down for an afternoon nap.” 

Amalia was intrigued, how had it gone she wondered as she lifted the little now dressed in a newborn baby gown from the pram and lay her in the playpen on her tummy with a plastic rattle. “How did it go? Did the lady like her? Is she is going to adopt? I guess so since she gave her the cute baby gown.” 

The students questions came thick and fast, eventually Sandra Luvv answered the bingo question by herself. “She wants a newborn Amalia, at the end of the next two weeks we will know the answer. Little Sarah will either past with flying colors and be reborn in a simulated birth with her new Mommy or she will have failed to make the grade and be sent to an etiquette school for further training before implantation, gestational pregnancy and a full rebirth.” 

The second option wasn’t good, even Amalia knew that from an earlier placement. If Sarah passed the test in the next two weeks it would be much easier on her. If she failed she would be put into an induced coma before an umbilical cord grown from pigs cells reattached to her belly button to feed her nutrients and remove byproducts from her body. She would wake to find herself suspended in a large clear silicone womb filled with artificial amniotic fluid, the same clear, yellowish liquid that had surrounded and protected her as a foetus in her own Moms womb eighteen years ago. Her brain will be functioning at a minimal level of capacity for the first nine months. 

During that time the womb of the Amazon who would be carrying her would be prepared. Then there would be a second operation to transplant the fetus from the artificial womb into the actual womb of the Amazon who would be birthing her. From that point there would be eighteen months of being carried in an actual womb as if she was a developing Amazon baby, twenty seven months in total, three times longer than the gestation period of an a little in the earth dimension. Thirty years ago it had been a ground breaking operation, today in Terra it was a standard as have an appendix removed. 

After the transplantation she would be lucid but unable to move initially, the fluid acting as a shock absorber against outside impacts and injuries. It would also insulate her body, regulate her temperature and keep the artificial womb warm. In the lab it served the same purpose as a real womb, protecting the umbilical cord, preventing it from being pinched or compressed, allowing food and oxygen to flow continuously into her tiny body. During the transplant she would be given more drugs through a syringe as the unbiblical cord was attached to the placenta inside the womb of the Amazon who who be carrying her. Post implantation surgery the Amazon Mom to Be would be injected with more drugs, once in her blood they would cross the blood barrier at the placenta and enter the bloodstream of the implanted foetus. That would stimulate brain activity, wake up her the baby’s muscles, allow her to move and help her muscles and bones to regain density while remaining plyable. 

In the early stages of the artificial pregnancy the fluid that surrounded her body would be mostly water and electrolytes. As the pregnancy progressed the Amazon’s womb would replace it with naturally occurring amniotic fluid, until she neared term for delivery when it would change to mostly fetal urine and lung secretions, along with nutrients, hormones, and antibodies that her body had expelled through the skin or from fluid filled lungs. A doctor would monitor her progress, decide when she was ready for delivery, advancing or delaying the due date depending on the outcome of the test results. Amalia had already completed three placements at rewombing, gestation and birthing units. The procedure was understood and a key focus of her the mid term examinations for her nursing qualification. She had passed it with an A++ grade achieving distinction.

The Daycare Supervisors voice brought her back to the present, “Either way Amalia, she is destined for a second babyhood, that means thirty six months, or three earth dimension years, of relearning the babyhood skills she had acquired since exiting the womb the first time as a newborn. Years of practice will follow until she masters them again through toddlerhood and eventually graduates to being a preschooler and then a kindergartener. Oh, that reminds me, I need to check in on the preschool classes, are you good here on your own until Baby Heather’s Fostermom comes back to collect her? 

“Sure thing Mrs Luvv, how much trouble can a pair of baby girls really be.”

Sandra Luvv had been around the block more than once, she knew better, Amalia would learn in the fullness of time, there was no need to deflate her bubble while she was still eager to learn. “Great, now don’t forget, they both need a special bottle then its nap time in their cribs.”

Leaving the two girls alone in the playpen Amalia walked through to the feeding preparation room as her Supervisor departed. “Two special bottles coming up,” she said to herself as the electric kettle began to boil. When it did she had the glass bottles ready, 11.2 ounces each, or 330 ml if she had of been from the old continent where a different system of measurement was still used, not that it mattered because they were the largest baby bottles available in Terra. Filling the bottles she added six scoops of the powdered baby formula to each bottle, screwed on the cap which contained the clear silicone nipple and shook each bottle until the powdered baby formula powder was fully dissolved. Testing the temperature of the milk on her wrist she cooled each bottle under cold running water until the temperature was right. “Feeding time,” she proudly announced walking back into the playroom with a bottle in each hand. 

The wooden bars of the playpen may as well have been a jail cell. Even when she pulled herself up using the vertical bars the top rail was still above Heather’s head. While that frustrated her it amused Amalia who now saw what looked like one baby on her tummy on one side of the playpen and the other learning to pull herself up using the bars of the playpen. Both of the girls were cute, the brown mousey haired one, Sarah, was the smallest. She already looked the part in the infantile baby gown  and would make a very realistic newborn while her playmate wasn’t far away from graduating to being a toddler who was learning to walk. Leaning into the playpen she gave each girl a bottle, “its baba time little babies, if you are all done when I get back from changing the crib sheets then its nap time, if not then Ama will need to feed you herself.” 

When the girl turned and walked away Heather plugged her mouth with the milky nipple, she was thirsty and dehydrated. “Naaoo… naooo… stooopp,” her playmate whispered in a low voice, her speech almost back to normal. “Its drugged, it will make you nap… we need to be awake to get out.”

“Aarrghh…” tossing the bottle away Heather felt like she was choking on the taste of baby milk from a poison chalice. In reality all she had tasted were the few drops that still covered the milky nipple from when the bottle had been shaken. 

“We need to dump the baby milk somewhere before she comes back.” Sarah was thinking normally now, she was still dressed in Amazon baby clothes but the brain fog had lifted. “The pram… in the diapee bag… there is an empty bottle from earlier…” 

Crawling over to the pram that had been parked next to the playpen Heather reached through the bars into the unzipped diaper bag sitting in the parcel tray. Rooting around blindly she found it, a bottle, it felt empty. Extracting the bottle she tossed it to her new playmate who rolled her own full bottle back across the playpen, it stopped rolling next to Heather’s left foot. Turning she took her own bottle and stuffed in into the diaper bag. One down one to go she mused,as easy as taking candy from a baby.

“Ok little babies how are those bottles going,” Amalia was back. In a panic Heather’s foot connected with the second still full bottle sending it back into the centre of the playpen as Sarah, still on her tummy pretending to be a newborn watched in horror, her eyes as big as saucers. “Good girl Sarah… I knew I could trust you to be a good baby for Ama, you started out rough on Monday but now you know the routine, come on little one, its nap time.” 

Lifting the girl from the playpen Amalia carried her through to the crib room where two of the large hospital grade stainless steel cribs had been prepared. They were large, large enough to probably even contain an Amazon kindergartener Amalia thought as she lay Sarah, the smaller of the two girls into one of the waiting cribs.

The sound of steel on steel signalled to Sarah that she had been taken from the playpen prison cell and put in another. Still pretending to be under the influence of the muscle relaxant she had been injected with earlier, and the bottle the Student Nurse through she had willingly finished, she lay on the firm crib mattress as the soft flannelette cotton baby gown that covered her small body was lifted and a finger slipped inside the leg cuff of the lacey baby pants. “No leaks yet baby-girl, your diapee is wet but i know your new Mommy put you in double diapers with a soaker pad so it can wait… Ama will change you diapers after nap time.” 

When the dropside of the crib was fully raised the top locking latches clicked into place loudly. Sarah was trapped, or she would have been if she had taken the bottle laced with Demazin as she had every day that week until today. Now she used her new found awareness to survey the semi darkened room, was there another way out other than the door into the hallway? As her eyes adjusted to the semi darkness she surveyed the room. Six cribs, all stainless steel with dropsides that could be raised or lowered to various positions. All looking like they belonged in the paediatric ward of a hospital. Sterile, well made, strong cribs that would take whatever punishment was thrown at them. Narrowing her search she studied the crib that contained her. Vertical steel bars rising from below the firm mattress that crinkled with every movement. Tugging at the corner of the bottom sheet she pulled it free from under the crib mattress revealing the source of the noise, a pink plastic waterproof cover, the mattress had been protected against the possibility of potty accidents. On Monday she would have laughed at that idea, after five days of diapers she knew that a leaky diaper wasn’t just a possibility, it was now her reality. 

Grabbing the steel bars she hauled herself up into a standing position, her desire for escape tempered by the fact that the vertical bars continued on past her head. The crib was huge, much bigger that she had previously realised. Reaching for the top rail of the dropside her tiny hands fell short of their target. She could see it but not reach it. That was a problem to be overcome. Rock wall climbing had been a favourite activity back in her own dimension, now she put that skill into practice as she attempted to climb the crib bars. Reaching up she grabbed the bars above her head and pulled herself up clear of the crib mattress, next she brought her knees up and pushed her bootie covered tiny feet against the crib bars. 

Step One done she moved onto Step Two, she knew from rock climbing the secrets to success. Climb with her eyes first. Look for hand and foot holds before making the next move. Climb with her legs rather than her arms. She had to think about it, although she had found herself learning to crawl like baby again her strength was still in her leg muscles, not her hands. She had to find good foot holds first, and then seek hand holds that maintained balance. By letting her legs do most of the hard work; her arms would last longer. All good in theory, practice however was a different story as the soft pink woollen baby booties that covered her feet refused to grip against the polished steel bars, sliding clear as soon as she put pressure on them leaving her hanging until her strength gave out. Eventually she had to let go, with a thump her body hit the crib mattress resulting in noise she would have preferred to avoid making. Then she heard it, footsteps on the polished tiles of the adjacent room, someone was coming, but who was it and why? Creaking of the door hinges signalled the intruders intent, they were coming into the room where she was held captive. 

“Suuusssh Baby, Sarah is already napping… you need to be quite and stop squirming, its nap time for you as well and I don’t want your little playmate disturbed,” Amalia said as she carried the little Sarah had first seen a week ago. That had been at the hotel, until today she had thought Heather was an Amazon toddler in a cute sundress. When the woman had lifted her up to see the baby in the pram the pull-up that covered her bottom had peeked out from under the hem of the short sundress. That had been the moment when Sarah realised how fucked she was, her boyfriend no longer on the scene and herself diapered, dressed in Amazon baby clothes, her voice silenced with a pacifier as she lay flat on her back in an Amazon baby pram while her arms and legs twitched uncontrollably from the muscle relaxation she had been injected with. Now it was her turn to watch, to observe first hand the effects of amazon baby formula on hapless littles. Her initial reaction was to fight back, to complain about the unfairness of it all but that would achieve nothing, the seven days had taught her that much if nothing else. 

Laying low would be the key to success. If Amalia realised she was awake and still fully mobile the battle would be over without a single shot being fired. Laying in the prone position she closed her eyes, then opened one just enough to glimpse what was happening. Amalia had taken the girl to the crib opposite her own and lowered the dropside. She held Heather on her hip before lifting the girl into the waiting crib. As she watched the Student Nurse slipped a finger under the frilly baby pants that covered Heather’s diaper. The action wasn’t lost on her, even if it had been Amalia’s whispered comment confirmed what she had suspected. “Baby is a little wet but her diapee can take more yet.” The sound of steel on steel signalled a change of purpose in the room. The dropside of the crib had been pulled up and secured in place. The Amazon teen who had been left in charge was leaving the room, the sound of the door lock latching closed signalled her intent. It was nap time.

In a diaper that had already been anointed while she had been bottle fed by the Student Nurse Heather found herself crib bound with five significant differences. Her body felt like a dead weight, her limbs refused to respond, she had difficulty keeping her head up, her eyes wanted to close of their own accord and her brain was fried. It would not be long before nap time became a reality. Through the vertical bars of the crib she watched as Sarah, now sitting in the same pedantic hospital style crib on the opposite wall of the room peeled off the woollen booties that covered her feet. Next she stripped off the white brushed flannelette cotton baby gown that she had been dressed in by the woman who had fawned over her. Heather had watched the Mommy and Baby show as it had played out through the glass wall that separated the playroom and viewing room and felt just as frightened by the power the Amazon woman had over the petite little. The baby pants were next, with relative ease she tugged then down her skinny legs and off over her bootied feet. Speed was of the essence, before she knew it both of the baby booties were off, her feet were bare, what was she now doing? If Amalia came back there would be trouble. 

Entranced she watched as Sarah dragged a doll wearing nothing more than a diaper from the end of crib. It had the same hair color and was almost as big as she was. Quickly her intent became clear, she had covered the dolls diaper in the lace baby pants and was now dressing it in the soft flanelette  cotton baby gown and booties she had been wearing moments earlier. Once dressed she lay the doll in the prone position in the centre of the crib, tugged the gown up so that the baby pants were peeking out and turned its head to face away from the door so that it would look to a casual observer like it was her napping. 

So that was her plan, use the doll to look like her, a ruse very similar to the one used by the three inmates who escaped from the infamous Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary on the night of June 11, 1962. The story had fascinated her on a high school trip to the island two years earlier. It had been bold, the three men had spent six months preparing their breakout, making papier mache model heads resembling their own likenesses that they put into their beds before making a clean get way on a improvised inflatable raft never to be seen again.

With the doll positioned to look like her own body Sarah wasn’t wasting anytime, she knew the window of opportunity would be small. Grabbing the crib bars in both hands she began to climb. Heels down for maximum climbing friction, bare footed she now maximised the area that the soles of her feet were in contact with the stainless steel vertical bars of the crib. ‘Butt out’, she remembered, ‘that will help to keep my heels down’. As she climbed the waterproof plastic back sheets of the double diapers snugly taped around her bottom crinkled with each and every movement. One thing was certain to her, if she slipped she would land with a crash back on the crib mattress and that would surely warn her captor that she was up-to no-good. An inch at a time, small but steady gains, each incrementing until she had both hands holding the top horizontal rail of the crib. 

Wiped out from the cocktail of Amazon baby formula laced with Demazin, Heather watched the escape attempt unfold. Her new friend was an amazing climber, something she wasn’t confident that she herself could accomplish. The little who had been her playpen companion was focused, every hand and foot hold looked to have been planned, everything was seamless, there were no mistakes other than what appeared to be a soggy diapered bottom, the yellowed plastic now rising like a full moon over the top horizontal rail of the crib. It was like watching a fantasy play out in real time, except for the fact that her new friend had lost control of her bladder right in front of her. If that had been her she would have been utterly humiliated. 

With her own coordination disrupted Heather seemed to barely notice as the thick padding of the disposable diaper between her thighs became warm. What had started as a trickle a few seconds ago was now a steady flow that caused the diaper to expand, the warm liquid rapidly adsorbed as it ran down between her buttocks, quickly soaking into the thick padding beneath her bottom. She gasped, jolted from her daydream, but there was no stopping it. The process had begun and all she could do was lay there, cringing and squirming while she felt hot streams of pee flow out from her body into the waiting diaper, down around her inner thighs and buttocks, soaking into the padding and causing it to swell. Mostly it flowed naturally down, swelling beneath her bottom until she felt like she was sitting on a soft, warm, squishy cushion, when that could take no more it spread between her legs and toward the front of the disposable padding which continued to expand forcing her legs further apart. Heather gasped an involuntary sigh of relief, then moaned as she pushed her hips forward and felt the warm, constricting padding pressing firmly against her tender skin. While it was embarrassing what surprised her was the way it felt. Warm, soft and comforting, she actually liked the feeling. The disposable and the baby pants that covered it crinkled as she pressed her hand between her legs feeling the warm, squishy padding. It was soaked, there was no doubt in her mind about that fact. Exhausted her body wanted to nap but the girl in the opposite crib was now pulling herself over the top rail of her own crib prison in a brazen escape attempt. What was she going to do next? Could she help her escape as well she thought, pulling her hand away from the infantile baby pants that covered the soaked disposable she was now wearing. What was her plan?

[Daymare]

I love how you expended upon my concept of unbirth and birthing. I can only assume that, in two weeks, Sarah/Amy would only be implanted if she was a genetic match. If she doesn't share enough similarities to her new "mom" such as race, hair color and other traits, (to increase the odds of a successful transplant)I guess she'll end up in a robotic womb until nine months pass and she's closer to her new mother's genetic profile... Ultimately, no matter what happens I'm glad to see others expanding upon this concept I helped pioneer. 

[SGTbaby]

Love the new developments and so glad I am caught up! I look forward to watching the escape but Heather might want to watch out if she is successful…lol

[Tracey]

On 9/28/2026 at 3:50 PM, SGTbaby said:

Love the new developments and so glad I am caught up! I look forward to watching the escape but Heather might want to watch out if she is successful…lol

A doc saving error meant this and the next three chapters were lost totally, that has required a heap of rewriting while trying to remember what had actually been written. 

On 9/27/2026 at 11:43 PM, Daymare said:

I love how you expended upon my concept of unbirth and birthing. I can only assume that, in two weeks, Sarah/Amy would only be implanted if she was a genetic match. If she doesn't share enough similarities to her new "mom" such as race, hair color and other traits, (to increase the odds of a successful transplant)I guess she'll end up in a robotic womb until nine months pass and she's closer to her new mother's genetic profile... Ultimately, no matter what happens I'm glad to see others expanding upon this concept I helped pioneer. 

It’s an interesting concept that you have helped to pioneer Daymare. The challenge is to try and make it as realistic as possible when the transplantation surgery is a future concept fraught with major biological and cell matching rejection risks. All the same it was an interesting couple of paragraphs to write. Thanks for the segway. 

[kirababy]

Sorry to hear about the error, hope you are able to find your muse again!

[Guilend]

On 9/29/2026 at 3:39 AM, Tracey said:

A doc saving error meant this and the next three chapters were lost totally, that has required a heap of rewriting while trying to remember what had actually been written. 

On 9/27/2026 at 5:43 AM, Daymare said:

I’m so sorry to hear about this. I hope you’ve had the opportunity and the muse to rewrite those chapters and that it didn’t get you too down. That would’ve destroyed me. I hope all is well and can’t wait for the next chapter. 

[Tracey]

On 10/7/2026 at 10:47 PM, kirababy said:

Sorry to hear about the error, hope you are able to find your muse again!

Thanks. Slow going, it will be a little different to the original. 

On 10/11/2026 at 3:46 AM, Guilend said:

I’m so sorry to hear about this. I hope you’ve had the opportunity and the muse to rewrite those chapters and that it didn’t get you too down. That would’ve destroyed me. I hope all is well and can’t wait for the next chapter. 

Thanks for the  support. Definitely a downer. Probably about 40 hours of writing lost. 

[Tracey]

Chapter 37 - Freedom or Fantasy

The silence in the room was broken by the sound of the stainless steel bars of the dropside crib rattling as Sarah pulled herself up and over the top rail. From her own crib prison Heather watched in amazement as the petite girl who she had guessed to even younger than she was, naked apart from a disposable diaper,hung on for her life. Both of her arms were now fully extended while her bare feet thrashed around wildly seeking a surface to grip.  Even the crib mattress was still at least eight inches below her bare feet and it looked like it was a further four or five feet below the mattress to the carpeted floor. The girl must have been a gymnast in her teen years or a rock climber, that much was now obvious.

Heather was amazed, there was no way she could have even pulled herself out of the crib to start with, let alone hang onto the top rail for as long as she had as if it was a gentle walk in the park. Through the semi darkened room she watched, first the girl moved he left hand from the top horizontal rail of the drop side of the crib to one of the vertical bars. After a short pause the right hand followed, deliberate, each move planned, nothing left to chance, or so it seemed. That illusion was shattered when  the girl her feet still thrashing about unable to find a foothold lost her grip, slid down the vertical bars of the crib until she could hold her weight no longer and crashed into a heap with a loud thud on the soft carpet below the crib as a door slammed shut in adjoining room masking the sound of the girls fall.

She had escaped the crib, but was she still conscious? Heather didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Crinkling plastic and a soft groan coming from the direction of the empty crib told the story, the girl was moving even if she was hurt. As the seconds past by the rustling of plastic got closer until it stopped and a head popped up silhouetted in the darkened room. “Heather… Heather…” a small voice whispered. “Are you still awake, can you talk? Can you climb out? We don’t have much time…”

“Mmmaaa… naaaa….baaa… deepppee..” Heather tried to talk but her voice would not work. Seeing a chance at escape open before her she tried to stand but immediately fell onto her diapered bottom. Reaching for the crib bars she tried to remember what the other girl had done but was thwarted by a combination of her bootied feet slipping and sliding unable to grip the crib bars and her upper body strength insufficient to pull herself up and out of the crib. She was stuck for the immediate future that much was not in doubt. “Gaaaa… huppp… maaa…” she babbled back to the younger girl who was now standing next to the crib peering in through the bars that were her prison cell. 

Sarah was pushed for time and she knew it. The girl in the crib wasn’t going anywhere, the baby milk she had been bottle fed by Amalia had done its job, the window of opportunity was closing fast, that much she knew from what she had observed of the daycare center routines over the past five days. There would only one chance at escape, adrenaline coursed through her small body driving her on. Pulling at the sticky tabs of her diaper attempting to rip them free of the landing zone where they had been stuck down only twenty minutes ago her fingers trembled. When they refused to budge she tried to squirm out of the disposable but it had been snugly taped around her small waist and refused to move. 

Calm down she told herself, panicking won’t help. With a renewed focus she folded the free end of the sticky tab back on itself and tugged at it with a constant pressure. At first nothing happened, then without any warning a slow ripping sound could be heard, the diaper tape was releasing. It was slow going but it was definitely giving up the fight until more of it was unstuck vs stuck down at which point she had the upper hand and the sticky tab came free of front of the diaper. One down one to go she reasoned, repeating the process with the second diaper tape until it was unstuck. She smiled, finally free of the infantile underwear as it fell to the carpeted floor between her skinny legs. Kicking the offending object under Sarah’s crib she turned to the dresser that sat at the back of the room then took five steps toward it as the ever present sound of crinkling plastic again filled the room. The second diaper was saturated, it hung from her non existent hips like a wet sack, sagging between her legs it chafed as she toddled across the room. 

Stuck in the crib the irony wasn’t lost on Heather, the girl had escaped her crib but the woman she had observed through the glass wall of the playroom had insisted on double diapering her new friend and now the initial diaper was like her own, not just wet, it was soaked, it hung from her body like a leech, its plastic back-sheet crinkling loudly with each and every step the girl took.

Reaching the dresser Sarah worked on the wet diaper, it was already cold and uncomfortable where the saturated fluff pulp and elastic leak guards rubbed against her tender skin aggravating the first diaper rash she had experienced since her early childhood. Tugging at the first tape she used the same technique, fold back the free end of the sticky tab and apply steady pressure. Almost immediately she was rewarded with sound of the adhesive bond being broken as the diaper tape gave way and released. That was all it took this time, as soon as the first tape was feee the saturated diaper slid down her leg on the side where it was still taped up dropping to the floor at her ankles in a sodden mess. Gingerly she stepped out of it, as if it was a viper curled and waiting to strike. Free of the infantile garment she stood there, momentarily mesmerised in her naked form for the first time in six days. No more diapers, there would be no more diapers she reasoned while kneeling on the carpeted floor of the nursery tugging at the bottom drawer of the dresser where she had seen panties, jeans and socks that would fit her yesterday as Amalia had taken clean laundered clothes the laundry staff had delivered before putting them away in the dresser. 

The drawer refused to budge. No matter how had she pulled not an inch of ground was recovered. Was her plan already doomed to fail, surely not, she had been working on refining it for the past three days and it had seemed to be a solid plan. It would open an inch but no more, running her hand through the gap she discovered why, a childproof safety latch. Pressing the latch down with one hand she tugged the drawer with the other until it cleared the latch stop then reverted to both hands. The drawer was heavy, it wasn’t easy work but now she had it open far enough to see its contents, leggings on the right, T-shirts in the centre and panties on the left. 

Grabbing a t-shirt she pulled it on over her head in a hurry, it was pink but it would have to do. Next she grabbed a pair of panties for the left side, stepped into them and tugged them up her skinny legs. It wasn’t until she puled them up and over her bottom that she felt the bulky padding, toddler potty training pants she realised, beggars could not be choosers they would have to do. Moving quickly she grabbed a pair of leggings and tugged them on over the thick potty training pants. Voices could now be heard in the adjoining room, she knew what that meant, the laundry exchange always came at this time each day. Wasting no time she slipped on a pair of white leather sandals and ran to the door where the laundry sack was waiting for pick up. Tugging out a crib sheet she climbed in then pulled the crib sheet back in to hide her small body. 

Timing is everything, hers had been near perfect on this occasion. Almost immediately after she climbed into the laundry sack it was moving. “Thanks Amalia, see you tomorrow… oh, in today’s laundry there are a dozen flat bird’s eye cotton diapers and four pairs of pull on waterproof baby pants. Mrs Clark the Adoption Coordinator asked me to add them to your laundry drop off each day for the next two weeks.”

Amalia was confused. “Oh? Really? Why’s that.” The girl had been in disposables all week during her stay at the facility. 

“That little you have been looking after, Sarah, is being adopted and her new mommy wants her to get used to being back in washable cotton diapees over the next two weeks before she go to her new home.”

The information was an overload. WTF… adopted… holy crap… she was escaping in the nick of time, any longer and she would have been stuck in Amazon baby diapers. There was no way she would be able to undo Amazon sized baby diaper pins. SLAP… SQUEAK… SLAP… SQUEAK… the sound of soft soled shoes on the polished floor and the wheels of a laundry cart signalled to Sarah that she was in outside of the the daycare nursery for the second time that day and first time in a week that she was the one determining where she was going. After five the cart stopped, more voices then THUMP… THUMP two more sacks of dirty laundry were dumped onto the cart. She could fell their weight on top of her, not heavy but the semi bright daylight was now subdued as the ambient light was blocked out. When the cart began to move again she relaxed, that was when the scent hit her, a combination of sour milk and ammonia. Wriggled to create a spy hole through the laundry she felt dampness and a different texture. Terry towelling on one side and PVC on the other, soft on one side plasticky on the other, binding on the edges, a snap on two sides, damp and sticky. Moving her hands she felt a different texture, teh same edge binding, this time it was plastic on both sides, the binding carried on after the plastic finished, no snaps this time, just two loose ends of the binding like laces. Her face was up against yet another texture. Soft cotton this time, thin and smooth, there was a lot if it, much more than the first two items. It smelt of weak ammonia and body sweat. Finally she had made a small spy hole to let the light in. That was when she realised her escape wasn’t fool proof but it just might work. The first two items were dirty bibs, covered in formula stains and dried baby food that had once been puréed mush. That explained the sour milk smell. The second scent was also explained, a crib sheet, alphabet blocks, baby bottles and diaper pins print. She recognised it immediately, the same fitted sheet that had covered her crib mattress last night, the same crib sheet that had started the night dry and ended up wet sometime during the night when when her diaper could take no more and had leaked. It was her own stale pee and she was hiding in it. The cart was outside now, in the carpark next to a white van. She recognised the carpark but not the van, Daisy Diaper Service and Laundry the name emblazoned on the side of the van announced. The carpark was outside of the wire, there were no guards out here, just parked cars and low bushes, somewhere to hide until she could make a plan. The sound of a Brahms Lullabye got her attention. The van side door was open and the sound was coming from inside, Another door opened, “Hello… yes… yes… give me a minute ai need to find a pen and wrote that down.”  The Amazon who had been pushing the laundry cart was distracted, it was her chance to make a run for freedom, she wriggled free of the laundry sack then realised whay the ammonia smell had been so strong. The laundry sack that had been on top of her was open, she could see inside, birds-eye cotton, layered with different thickness, some had blue edges some had green, some were wet and others soiled, Diapers, prefold baby and toddler diapers, all dirty, they had been on top of her, the scent followed as she scampered five feet across the sealed carpark and hid in the low bushes. It was a close run thing, the Amazon had finished their call, loaded the laundry and the cart into the van and drove off, she was free but for how long? 

Heather began to whine as the wide velcro strap of the change table was pulled across her bare tummy and secured. “Lay still and be a good girl for Ama so I can change your wet diapee” the Amazon worker instructed as she took a pacifier from the pocket in her scrubs and plugged Heather’s mouth, holding it there with a finger until she was satisfied Heather would not try to push it out with her tongue. The room was quiet, the girl’s whining had been replaced by the gentle sound of the pacifier bobbing up and down against her lips, the plastic ring knocking against the face shield as the small girl’s automatic rooting reflex kicked in and she began to nurse on the silicone nipple that filled her mouth. 

Satisfied that the girl has settled sufficiently Amalia moved onto her next task. Slipping a finger under each side of the elasticated waist of the lace covered white cotton plastic lined baby pants she tugged them down the girl’s legs before removing each foot and setting the baby pants aside for reuse.  “Now your diapee babygirl,” she gleefully announced. Keeping one hand firmly pinned on Heather’s chest, she tore open the two tabs, revealing the sodden fluff pulp padding of the disposable diaper, the inside was yellowed from front to back. “Oh my gosh… you have really soaked your nap time didee” she exclaimed before beginning the cleanup. With practiced skill the Amazon nursing student took a baby wipe from an open tub at the end of the change table then using wipe after wipe until every part of little Heather’s front and bottom had been wiped clean. 

Heather was now fully awake, the medicated bottle of formula had worked its way through her system and into the waiting disposable while she had been napping. She watched as the Student Nurse piled the messy wipes into the soaked diaper and stretched out a new diaper she had taken from the shelf under the change table in one hand. She watched as her ankles were taken by the student nurse in one hand, her legs were lifted and pulled back until her naked bottom was clear of the change table. She watched as the thick plastic backed disposable was slipped under her bottom and positioned between her legs firmly. She watched as her bottom was powdered and lowered onto the waiting diaper. She watched as barrier cream was rubbed all over her privates. The nightmare looked like it would never end. Without any warning the door to the daycare room opened and Kimberley Clark walked in as if she owned the place. Heather had heard the conversations in the viewing room through the two ay speaker system. She knew the Amazon woman’s name and her job title, Kimberley Clark - Adoption Programme Coordinator, the same woman who had hosted Evelyn Diapre, the Amazon who had fawned over her new friend Sarah through the glass wall before nap time. Two questions danced in her mind demanding immediate answers, why was she here and what did she want? 

The door opening got the attention of Student Nurse Amalia Goodnight, “Oh, Hi Mrs Clark… how did it go with the lady who was interested in adopting baby Sarah?” Distracted from her task Amalia did a poor job of taping the dry disposable around Heather’s squirming bottom, more interested in the intentions of the woman who had held, bottle fed and changed little Sarah’s diaper before dressing her in a soft flannelette baby gown earlier. 

Kimberly smiled, “That was Evelyn Diapee. She is infatuated with Little Sarah. Because of her size she is a perfect fit for Amazon newborn clothes, a pram and a bassinet, we don’t often get little’s that small and when we do they are quickly adopted. Mrs Diapee has completed the provisional paperwork and requested Sarah be regressed to newborn status. 

Amalia had no experience with adoptions, “Is the process for adoption of a little that quick.”

“Mrs Diapre is pre cleared Amalia, that makes it a much quicker process. When Baby Sarah wakes this afternoon from her nap this afternoon please bring her through to the surgical assessment centre for the next step to begin. As Iv’e already told Mrs Diapre, Baby Sarah will either past with flying colors and be reborn in a simulated birth with her new Mommy in two weeks or she will have failed to make the grade and be sent to an etiquette school for further training before implantation, gestational pregnancy and a full rebirth.”

What Heather heard rocked the foundations of her existence. The mousy haired petite portal little she had made friends with that morning was destined for a second babyhood, one that would be a real systemic collapse of her own identify, akin to a rolling devastating earthquake, with an outcome that would be so far from her current reality than she could ever imagine. All going to plan two things were going to change and be changed permanently. Little Sarah’s world would soon consist of the trappings of babyhood, her bed would be a crib, her table a highchair tray, her transportation a pram, her world view framed through the wooden bars of a crib or the mesh of a playpen and her panties thick, plastic backed, fluff cellulose pulp with sticky tapes to hold them in place - diapers, but not just any diapers - Amazon Baby Diapers. They were the thing that would be changed multiple times every day. When she arrived in Terra there had been enough panties in her suitcase for her to change them daily. Since being taken by the Amazon in the hotel carpark she had been back in baby diapers and made to use them for all of her bodily needs… that was the changed equation, not changed once a day like her grown up panties, changed multiple times each and every day because they were either wet or poopy. That fact brought her back to the present, Sarah had escaped. If she was found implantation, gestational pregnancy and a full rebirth would most likely be her fate if she was caught. Feigning ignorance Heather still could not help panicking that her new friend would be caught. As that sense of panic coursed through her body another issue arose, the diaper loosely taped around her bottom warmed as her bladder involuntarily released. OMG she thought, I’ve just peed in another diaper. 

Looking past the Student Nurse who had been left in sole charge of the nursery Kimberley Clark spied the second little that Evelyn Diapee had expressed an interest in. “So this is little Heather then? Has she been well behaved for you Amalia?”

Deferring to a higher authority Amalia nodded her head, “She has been a doll Mrs Clark, no problems so far and I’ve just changed her wet nap time diaper for a dry one.” 

Towering above the petite girl on the baby change table Kimberly chuckled, “ I hope you do a better job of diapering the rest of your charges than you have this time Amalia.” It was more than obvious that the Student Nurse had been distracted from her diapering task, she had done a poor job of taping the now wet disposable around Heather’s squirming bottom. “Perhaps you should have been more interested in the changing her diaper than asking me about the intentions of the woman who had held, bottle fed and changed her little friend earlier.” As Kimberley observed the girl a yellow line appeared in the centre of the diaper between the girl’s short legs. There was no mistaking what that meant as it slowly crept way up the front the diaper. “She is wet again Amalia, I will change her for you, watch closely, you need to ensure her diapers are on nice and snug or they will leak.

The wet diaper was untaped, pulled out from under the girl’s bottom and tossed into a nearby diaper pail. With a thick daytime disposable diaper in hand Adoption Coordinator Kimberley Clark grabbed the wriggly feet and legs of the petite tourist in one hand, lifted them until her bottom was clear of the change table then slipped the crinkling disposable diaper under the girl’s small bottom. “If I didn’t know she was a portal little Amalia I would have thought that Little Heather here was an Amazon baby with that cute unblemished bottom still small enough to fit toddler diapers.” Positioning the girl on the diaper she swiftly lowered her legs back down to the waterproof cover of the change table. The girl was petite, like her new friend she was a good fit for Amazon baby diapers and that gave Kimberley Clark an idea. “What time is the Fostermom coming to pick her up Amalia?”

Checking the daysheet Amalia smiled, five p.m. Mrs Clark, she is looking after another girl as well that  is the daughter of an inmate who is appearing before the judge again next week on Little Trafficking charge’s. The Mom and her daughter have a full day supervised visit that concludes at five p.m.”

“Perfect, that gives me four hours,” the Adoption Coordinator said as she scooped the diapered girl up and carried her toward the door. “I will have her back to you by 4.45 p.m. ready for the Fostermom to collect her.”

Heather felt her pulse begin to race as she was scooped up and carried from the room by the woman who she already knew was the Centre Adoption Coordinator. Was she about to be adopted? That made no sense, she wasn’t a daycare student here. She was only being looked after until the other FosterMom came back for her and the Diane’s daughter when their supervised visit ended. Her senses were now awake, they were in a corridor she hadn’t seen before, it had private offices on either side with names on the doors. 

David Lash - Superintendent

Marika Honeywell - Operations Director

Jacquie Kýrios - Chief Guard 

Michaela Hupotassó - Nursing Director

Rounding the corner the corridor opened up, three offices with a waiting room at the end. Daycare Duty Nurse - Margaret Jackson. That name was familiar. Racking her brain Heather linked the name to when she had arrived with her Fostermom. Margaret Jackson had been the friendly smiling nurse who had taken her from the Fostermom and delivered her to the daycare centre. 

The next door had a name she also knew, Sandra Luvv - Daycare Administrator. The woman who had immobilised her new friend Sarah before putting her in a pram and wheeling her into the viewing room where she watched another large Amazon woman fawn over her as if she was an actual baby. That was a close call she thought, it could just have easily been her subjected to being bottle-feed and changed by a woman who was clearly intending to adopt a little small enough to be a baby. As they were about to walk past it the door opened and the woman who Heather recognised stepped out into the corridor and stopped them with a question, “Great timing Kimberley, how did it go with Mrs Diapre?”

“We have a contract Sandra, Mrs Diapre was very pleased with Little Sarah, she wants a newborn so I’ve asked Amalia to take her through for a surgical assessment when she wakes form her nap this afternoon.”

“That’s a good result Kimberley, and what about this little munchkin, Where is she going in just a diapee?

“Mrs Diapre expressed an interest in her as well. I’ve reached out to the Adopted Angels Agency, they have a potential placement for her but are also happy for us to propose an alternative.”

“Oh, that makes sense, do you have someone in mind?”

“Sure do, she is waiting in my office currently. It looks like you are about to leave for the day, I’ll let you know how it went tomorrow.” 

“Yes… I”m running late so need to get my skates on.  I have an appointment with the Accountant in the city, the end of year tax assessment is due.” Leaning in she ruffled Heathers hair, “see you later cutie…and don’t forget if you can’t be a good little tot for your potential new Mommy we have ways of making you behave.”

It wasn’t an idle threat and Heather knew it. Being diapered was bad enough, the whole idea of implantation in an Amazon woman’s womb, twenty seven months of gestation and then a traumatic rebirth through a vaginal canal was totally abhorant, there was no way she wanted to go through that nightmare. 

“Here we are little one,” the Woman carrying her announced in a childlike voice as they stopped in front of the next door, its sign announcing who the office belonged to, Kimberly Clark - Littles adoption Coordinator. “Are you ready to meet a nice lady who wants to be your new Mommy?”

“Naa waaa…. Naa waayy”, Heather pleaded from behind the pacifier that plugged her mouth. In a panic she struggled to break free of the woman’s grip. The door to the office clicked open, the sound of the latch releasing was like a gunshot, a singular shot that had the potential to define her future. 
“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.”

[Guilend]

That student nurse is about to get in trouble. She should’ve noticed by now that Sarah is missing. I have a feeling she’ll be sleeping on her tummy later, or worse. Especially if she could be charged with child neglect then she’d beg for a harsher punishment and being able to keep her job and not be charged. Or any number of scenarios could happen. The boss missed an opportunity to tell the nurse that if she’s having trouble taping diapers on others maybe she needs a few days of having them taped on her 😂 

 

Sarah will eventually get caught, but it’s possible that woman that wanted her might not get her. 
 

I bet the woman in the office is Ivy and I bet she’s either friends with or acquainted with that director. 
 

Im very curious about what’s happening with Diane 😂 but from what I can tell, you’re just now getting caught up in Heathers POV in the timeline from when Diane’s POV ended. So probably another chapter or two before we find out. Unless you decide to prolong this cliffhanger by switching to Diane’s. I also just realized that it would be an awesome idea to switch now and be at Diane’s POV when Sarah’s disappearance is discovered. The place would immediately go on lockdown which means zero inmate movement. Diane could end up either stuck in the visitation area or the nurses area depending on where she was in the process of returning to the jail proper. I’m curious to see how you go with it as there’s several good ways to go for fun storytelling 

[SGTbaby]

Sorry about the issues you are having but I am glad there is an update. I wonder why they get to take her home and not the other one considering the placement? 

[Guilend]

16 hours ago, SGTbaby said:

Sorry about the issues you are having but I am glad there is an update. I wonder why they get to take her home and not the other one considering the placement? 

I think that for whatever reason Heather is part of a different organization that adopts out Littles while Sarah ended up part of the prison’s adoption program. Though it is unclear how one got Sarah and the other got Heather even though both “mommy’s” are considered Little traffickers. I think it was simply who got to the paperwork first or they take turns or even the location the little was when picked might have a say in it. It could be pretty complicated and might not actually make any common sense or logical sense just like a lot of our rl organizations and government departments. 

[Codman27]

I love it amazing job. I look forward to reading more on what happens plus I want to know who Heather new mommy is. 

[Daymare]

10 hours ago, Guilend said:

I think that for whatever reason Heather is part of a different organization that adopts out Littles while Sarah ended up part of the prison’s adoption program. Though it is unclear how one got Sarah and the other got Heather even though both “mommy’s” are considered Little traffickers. I think it was simply who got to the paperwork first or they take turns or even the location the little was when picked might have a say in it. It could be pretty complicated and might not actually make any common sense or logical sense just like a lot of our rl organizations and government departments. 

I've explained my theory about Sarah versus Heather's treatment. If I'm wrong, I'd like to hear why but it makes the most sense that Heather was not only originally identified as an Amazonian infant, but Diane said as much when she was arrested at the mall. Yes, they suspected that she kidnapped Heather/the Amazonian infant and, due to this, she ended up with the same foster mom as Diane's biological daughter which is why Heather isn't in the jail program. 

 

Sarah is pretty straightforward in my opinion... she was taken into custody with the little trafficker and, since she's a Little and was already diapered (and her visa lapsed nullifying her limited protected status) she ended up in the county jail's adoption program. 

 

I did find it a bit confusing at first that there's tons of different adoption agencies but it's not exactly unusual since even the most famous stories feature multiple agencies. 

 

With all that said... how the hell has Sarah's escape go unnoticed? I understand that the director is preoccupied with Heather and bringing her to whoever's in her office, but the new nurse didn't notice Sarah missing? If there was a dozen or so babies... sure, but there's only two in that room...

 

I'm actually rooting for Sarah. Her escape is definitely the most competent of any I've read in the past few years... if she plays it smart, gets away from the jail and swallows her ego... she can pretend to be adopted when or if she's approached by Amazons and maybe get.... huh, she really has no where to go, but at least she's not in a giant artificial or biological womb....

[kirababy]

Yet another twist and cliff hanger - the escape was fantastic, and I, too suspect that the woman in the office is Ivy, but also feel that would almost be too convenient, so perhaps it is someone else, and Ivy is awaiting elsewhere to spring up again?

Well worth the weight, and i hope that Tracey is as happy or happier with this version of the chapter than the lost original.  Sometimes it works out best when we can redo work.