Undocumented Immigrant. Chapter 37 - Freedom or Fantasy

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Love it amazing job. I look forward to reading more 

[Tracey]

12 hours ago, Kat5 said:

Heather got a very rare birds eye view!

It only makes realizing the situation she's in worse, but I'm pretty sure she's figuring out what she's gotten herself into by now.

Forever hopeful I expect, she has lasted this long and will still has pants.. even if they are pullups! 

5 hours ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

Love it amazing job. I look forward to reading more 

Thankyou.

[codsterc10@msn.com]

When do we get to see more of this? 

[Tracey]

 

7 - The clock strikes ten

Loud knocking on hotel room door got the attention of it occupants. “Finally,” the woman complained as she made her way to the door“its already a quarter to ten and I haven’t got all day.”

From the playpen Heather had a straight line view across the room, Stacy, her Tour Guide stood in the now open door. “Sorry about the wait, just had to sort pit a drama in the carpark, one of the latest group walked off in a huff and abandoned his wee girlfriend… now we have no idea where he is and have and to find someone to look after the girl.”

All ears Heather listened in on the conversation as the woman let Stacy into the room before calling out. “I saw it… I saw it… her boyfriend… there was a couple of Amazons… they took him into the Police Station on the corner… you can see it from over here… by the window.”

The girl’s outburst brought Stacy back to the moment, what really amused her was seeing the girl who had spent all of the tour in grungy T-shirts and jeans now stuck in a playpen in what was clearly a wet pullup. “Well well… what have we got here then… I wondered why you weren’t on the bus to the portal station with your little friends this morning.”

The Tour Guide’s syrupy comment did nothing to put Heather at ease. “Please Stacy… you have to help me… I need to go… you have to help me… please… please… I have to go…”

“Really? You have to go? By the look of the way your pull-up is sagging it looks to me like you have gone already… and more than once I’d say.”

“No… no… home… I gotta go to the portal… to go home…”

“Well it’s all a bit late for that now little one… perhaps if you had come down to the foyer this morning at eight like everyone else on the tour you would be checked in at the portal station by now… but no… you didn’t did you?”

The question was intended to be dramatic, Stacy wanted to make a point, she didn’t need an answer. Gripping the padded top rail of the playpen Heather stamped her foot in frustration. “You need to help me get to the portal… I just wanna go home now,” she blurted out.

Laughter filled the room as the Tour Guide and woman who had taken her in laughed. “You had your chance Heather… but instead of coming down to the foyer like you were meant to you decided to play house with Mrs Ivy in her room. Then I come up here after dropping all of your group at the portal and find you wearing a wet pullup in a baby’s playpen…”

“But… but… my passport and visa… they are still in the safe in my room… we need to get them before its too late!”

“There are no buts little girl.” As the Tour Guide checked her watch an evil grin spread across her face. “Housekeeping will have emptied the safe, you were on an auto checkout so anything left in the safe will have been dumped in the trash. Your visa also expires at ten am kiddo, that’s why the bus leaves at eight fifteen.” As the Tour Guide finished delivering the bad news the sound of a bell tolling from the clocktower in the square below could be heard.

Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong, ten bells. Ten bells… ten bells. Heather counted each and everyone of them… that could only mean one thing… it was now ten a.m. panicking she again pleaded her case. “Its ten…. Its ten… I have to go… I have to go…”

Ivy stuck to the game plan she had agreed with Stacy the night before, “It’s ten o’clock Stacy, her Visa will have expired making her an illegal immigrant, that mean’s she can be claimed and given a new identity.”

“Your’e right on that score Ivy, thanks for looking after her for me while I did the portal run. I can’t do anything for her now that she is an illegal, and I have a whole new tour group to take care of this week.”

Waddling across the playpen Heather could see the latest group of tourists now queuing at the hotel entrance, the tour bus had turned around and was heading for the exit to the carpark. Her heart rate increased as she put the pieces together, “I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date! No time to play here. I'm late? I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!” she cried as the bus nosed its way toward the carpark exit. 

Stacy and Ivy were enjoying the monologue as it played out in front of them. Sensing an opportunity to gain the upper hand Ivy went in for the kill. “Now you get it… finally… it’s a shame that it has taken you so long little one.”

Stuck in the playpen all Heather could think about was how time was marching on without her. When I   do as they say I lose the time, this soggy pull-up needs to go, I need to run and skip away… I wish that I could just fly…” the sound of footsteps approaching the playpen prison made her nervous as her bladder again emptied and the cold pull-up became warm. 

“It’s five past ten little one, do you want Auntie to find you some clothes and dry pants or do you want to leave in what you are wearing.”

Glancing outside to get the lay of the land Heather could see that the line of tourists waiting to check in was now considerably shorter. Scanning the square she noticed for the first time the stores that were strategically placed in a quadrangle around the large carpark. Liidal. The give away was a rack of shopping carts, it must be a supermarket. Drogerie Markt. Pretty obvious that one was pharmacy chain store. Bäckerei Amazonas. The display of pasteies and bread in the glass front answered her question, a bakery. Familienreisen. Mmm, what could that be, Family something? The logo had a Mum, Dad and two kids, a plane and a boat… travel… a travel agent maybe… Family Travel…. Yes that was it. Four stores, and four names that were not anglicised, then the penny dropped. She had seen many other signs over the preceding days but not taken much notice. This area had a language that was similar to German back in her own dimension. Scanning to her right a large store filled one complete side of the square, Babywelt - Windeln, Kinderwagen, Hochstühle, Kinderbetten vom Baby bis zum Kindergarten. A baby store, it looked like a hypermart and it was in spitting distance of the hotel. That assumption was confirmed when she saw a large amazon come out of the store pushing a pram. The woman and the pram looked familiar, was it the same woman she had seen take the petite tourist from behind the bus earlier? Transfixed she continued to observe, then when the woman pushed the pram past her hotel window on the sidewalk below Heather gasped. It was the same woman with the same pram. Stretching over the top rail of the playpen she got a better look then relaxed, she must have been mistaken, the pram contained an amazonian baby girl, probably about eighteen months old, but definitely still a baby. Whew, I thought I was losing it for a minute. There's danger here, I'm overdue to catch the portal bus and in a stew. Turning back into the room she pleaded with the two amazon woman to help her. “I'm late, I'm late, I'm late! You have to help, you have to help, the bus, the bus, I need the bus to wait.”

“Your late, so late, the bus can’t wait,” Stacy chimed in.

Ivy took her lead and followed suit, “You’re overdue and in a stew, you really are, you’ve come so far but now its time to go”

Finally, someone was listening to her pleas, “the portal, the portal, I need my passport and visa.” With new hope Heather tried to climb out of the playpen but for all her efforts only succeeded in falling back into it where she landed on her soggy bottom. 

“No, no, no, and no!” The woman admonished her as she took a step closer to the playpen. “No passport and no visa means no bus and no portal. And so you don’t get hurt, no climbing out of a playpen when an adult puts you in one to keep you safe from now on, is that clear little girl?

Tears ran down her cheeks as Heather realised her hope had been in vein, “But… but… I need to go… I need to go home.”

Stacy took the lead in the next part of the debate, “That you do kiddo, and now that you are an illegal immigrant you have two choices. Either you strike out on your own in that saturated pull-up and take your chances, you saw what happened when that boy stormed off and abandoned his petite girlfriend, she wasn’t much shorter than you was she, or…”

Sobs could now be heard from the playpen, “Or… or … whaa… or waaa.. or what?

“Or you let this nice lady who has already been helping you this morning change your pants and you go quietly with her when she checks out of the hotel in ten minutes.”

“Waaa… waaa…. noooouuu… nooouu… that’s not what I want… I wanna go home…”

“Well its clear cut as I see it little girl, you get to go home, either with one of more of those unknown Amazons hanging around outside the hotel waiting for a cutie like you to emerge without an Amazon to protect you, or you let Auntie Ivy get you in some dry underwear and clothes then keep you safe, the choice is yours.”

Interjecting Heather made another plea to be released, “There are clothes that will fit me in my suitcase, it must be here somewhere, we just need to unlock it, then you could let me go and give this lady Dawn, she couldn’t find any of her stuff last night so she must still be here in the hotel.”

Stacy stopped in her tracks and turned as she reached the suitcase again then dropped a bombshell. “I can’t swap you for Dawn because she isn’t here anymore, the Amazon who had dropped her off changed his mind and came back to claim her last night when you were in bye bye land.”

“No, please, tell me that didn’t happen, it can’t be true.” Heather felt her pulse increase as the one hope she had at escape from this place was being systematically eradicated.

“Its true Heather, and what is also true is that you can’t go back through the portal with the secret Dawn told you about me having a quota and how the system works here. If only you had not gone snooping last night, you would be on your way home with the rest of the group instead of being stuck in a playpen like a naughty baby.

“But… but… how… i didn’t do anything… I didn’t help her… she wanted me too but I didn’t… honest truth… I said no and left her alone in her room. You have to believe me… honest.”

Stacy smiled as the small waitress pleaded her case, then she laid down the law. “It’s like I said already kiddo, now its time for you to make a choice.”

12 hours ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

When do we get to see more of this? 

Trying to do a weekly update, have just posted!

[SGTbaby]

Poor kiddo! But choices, choices, choices…I think I know what she might choose or be chosen for her regardless…lol. Great new chapter and I am excited to see how this plays out!!

[Kat5]

I think she will be going to -A- home.

I do not think it will be the one she would prefer.

[codsterc10@msn.com]

On 9/28/2025 at 12:20 AM, Tracey said:

 

7 - The clock strikes ten

Loud knocking on hotel room door got the attention of it occupants. “Finally,” the woman complained as she made her way to the door“its already a quarter to ten and I haven’t got all day.”

From the playpen Heather had a straight line view across the room, Stacy, her Tour Guide stood in the now open door. “Sorry about the wait, just had to sort pit a drama in the carpark, one of the latest group walked off in a huff and abandoned his wee girlfriend… now we have no idea where he is and have and to find someone to look after the girl.”

All ears Heather listened in on the conversation as the woman let Stacy into the room before calling out. “I saw it… I saw it… her boyfriend… there was a couple of Amazons… they took him into the Police Station on the corner… you can see it from over here… by the window.”

The girl’s outburst brought Stacy back to the moment, what really amused her was seeing the girl who had spent all of the tour in grungy T-shirts and jeans now stuck in a playpen in what was clearly a wet pullup. “Well well… what have we got here then… I wondered why you weren’t on the bus to the portal station with your little friends this morning.”

The Tour Guide’s syrupy comment did nothing to put Heather at ease. “Please Stacy… you have to help me… I need to go… you have to help me… please… please… I have to go…”

“Really? You have to go? By the look of the way your pull-up is sagging it looks to me like you have gone already… and more than once I’d say.”

“No… no… home… I gotta go to the portal… to go home…”

“Well it’s all a bit late for that now little one… perhaps if you had come down to the foyer this morning at eight like everyone else on the tour you would be checked in at the portal station by now… but no… you didn’t did you?”

The question was intended to be dramatic, Stacy wanted to make a point, she didn’t need an answer. Gripping the padded top rail of the playpen Heather stamped her foot in frustration. “You need to help me get to the portal… I just wanna go home now,” she blurted out.

Laughter filled the room as the Tour Guide and woman who had taken her in laughed. “You had your chance Heather… but instead of coming down to the foyer like you were meant to you decided to play house with Mrs Ivy in her room. Then I come up here after dropping all of your group at the portal and find you wearing a wet pullup in a baby’s playpen…”

“But… but… my passport and visa… they are still in the safe in my room… we need to get them before its too late!”

“There are no buts little girl.” As the Tour Guide checked her watch an evil grin spread across her face. “Housekeeping will have emptied the safe, you were on an auto checkout so anything left in the safe will have been dumped in the trash. Your visa also expires at ten am kiddo, that’s why the bus leaves at eight fifteen.” As the Tour Guide finished delivering the bad news the sound of a bell tolling from the clocktower in the square below could be heard.

Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong, ten bells. Ten bells… ten bells. Heather counted each and everyone of them… that could only mean one thing… it was now ten a.m. panicking she again pleaded her case. “Its ten…. Its ten… I have to go… I have to go…”

Ivy stuck to the game plan she had agreed with Stacy the night before, “It’s ten o’clock Stacy, her Visa will have expired making her an illegal immigrant, that mean’s she can be claimed and given a new identity.”

“Your’e right on that score Ivy, thanks for looking after her for me while I did the portal run. I can’t do anything for her now that she is an illegal, and I have a whole new tour group to take care of this week.”

Waddling across the playpen Heather could see the latest group of tourists now queuing at the hotel entrance, the tour bus had turned around and was heading for the exit to the carpark. Her heart rate increased as she put the pieces together, “I'm late! I'm late! For a very important date! No time to play here. I'm late? I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!” she cried as the bus nosed its way toward the carpark exit. 

Stacy and Ivy were enjoying the monologue as it played out in front of them. Sensing an opportunity to gain the upper hand Ivy went in for the kill. “Now you get it… finally… it’s a shame that it has taken you so long little one.”

Stuck in the playpen all Heather could think about was how time was marching on without her. When I   do as they say I lose the time, this soggy pull-up needs to go, I need to run and skip away… I wish that I could just fly…” the sound of footsteps approaching the playpen prison made her nervous as her bladder again emptied and the cold pull-up became warm. 

“It’s five past ten little one, do you want Auntie to find you some clothes and dry pants or do you want to leave in what you are wearing.”

Glancing outside to get the lay of the land Heather could see that the line of tourists waiting to check in was now considerably shorter. Scanning the square she noticed for the first time the stores that were strategically placed in a quadrangle around the large carpark. Liidal. The give away was a rack of shopping carts, it must be a supermarket. Drogerie Markt. Pretty obvious that one was pharmacy chain store. Bäckerei Amazonas. The display of pasteies and bread in the glass front answered her question, a bakery. Familienreisen. Mmm, what could that be, Family something? The logo had a Mum, Dad and two kids, a plane and a boat… travel… a travel agent maybe… Family Travel…. Yes that was it. Four stores, and four names that were not anglicised, then the penny dropped. She had seen many other signs over the preceding days but not taken much notice. This area had a language that was similar to German back in her own dimension. Scanning to her right a large store filled one complete side of the square, Babywelt - Windeln, Kinderwagen, Hochstühle, Kinderbetten vom Baby bis zum Kindergarten. A baby store, it looked like a hypermart and it was in spitting distance of the hotel. That assumption was confirmed when she saw a large amazon come out of the store pushing a pram. The woman and the pram looked familiar, was it the same woman she had seen take the petite tourist from behind the bus earlier? Transfixed she continued to observe, then when the woman pushed the pram past her hotel window on the sidewalk below Heather gasped. It was the same woman with the same pram. Stretching over the top rail of the playpen she got a better look then relaxed, she must have been mistaken, the pram contained an amazonian baby girl, probably about eighteen months old, but definitely still a baby. Whew, I thought I was losing it for a minute. There's danger here, I'm overdue to catch the portal bus and in a stew. Turning back into the room she pleaded with the two amazon woman to help her. “I'm late, I'm late, I'm late! You have to help, you have to help, the bus, the bus, I need the bus to wait.”

“Your late, so late, the bus can’t wait,” Stacy chimed in.

Ivy took her lead and followed suit, “You’re overdue and in a stew, you really are, you’ve come so far but now its time to go”

Finally, someone was listening to her pleas, “the portal, the portal, I need my passport and visa.” With new hope Heather tried to climb out of the playpen but for all her efforts only succeeded in falling back into it where she landed on her soggy bottom. 

“No, no, no, and no!” The woman admonished her as she took a step closer to the playpen. “No passport and no visa means no bus and no portal. And so you don’t get hurt, no climbing out of a playpen when an adult puts you in one to keep you safe from now on, is that clear little girl?

Tears ran down her cheeks as Heather realised her hope had been in vein, “But… but… I need to go… I need to go home.”

Stacy took the lead in the next part of the debate, “That you do kiddo, and now that you are an illegal immigrant you have two choices. Either you strike out on your own in that saturated pull-up and take your chances, you saw what happened when that boy stormed off and abandoned his petite girlfriend, she wasn’t much shorter than you was she, or…”

Sobs could now be heard from the playpen, “Or… or … whaa… or waaa.. or what?

“Or you let this nice lady who has already been helping you this morning change your pants and you go quietly with her when she checks out of the hotel in ten minutes.”

“Waaa… waaa…. noooouuu… nooouu… that’s not what I want… I wanna go home…”

“Well its clear cut as I see it little girl, you get to go home, either with one of more of those unknown Amazons hanging around outside the hotel waiting for a cutie like you to emerge without an Amazon to protect you, or you let Auntie Ivy get you in some dry underwear and clothes then keep you safe, the choice is yours.”

Interjecting Heather made another plea to be released, “There are clothes that will fit me in my suitcase, it must be here somewhere, we just need to unlock it, then you could let me go and give this lady Dawn, she couldn’t find any of her stuff last night so she must still be here in the hotel.”

Stacy stopped in her tracks and turned as she reached the suitcase again then dropped a bombshell. “I can’t swap you for Dawn because she isn’t here anymore, the Amazon who had dropped her off changed his mind and came back to claim her last night when you were in bye bye land.”

“No, please, tell me that didn’t happen, it can’t be true.” Heather felt her pulse increase as the one hope she had at escape from this place was being systematically eradicated.

“Its true Heather, and what is also true is that you can’t go back through the portal with the secret Dawn told you about me having a quota and how the system works here. If only you had not gone snooping last night, you would be on your way home with the rest of the group instead of being stuck in a playpen like a naughty baby.

“But… but… how… i didn’t do anything… I didn’t help her… she wanted me too but I didn’t… honest truth… I said no and left her alone in her room. You have to believe me… honest.”

Stacy smiled as the small waitress pleaded her case, then she laid down the law. “It’s like I said already kiddo, now its time for you to make a choice.”

Trying to do a weekly update, have just posted!

K sounds good I am looking forward to reading more to come. Amazing job on chapter 7 

[Tracey]

On 9/29/2025 at 3:15 PM, SGTbaby said:

Poor kiddo! But choices, choices, choices…I think I know what she might choose or be chosen for her regardless…lol. Great new chapter and I am excited to see how this plays out!!

Thanks for the support. Choices are everything… once made its often impossible to reverse them.

9 hours ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

7 

 

9 hours ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

K sounds good I am looking forward to reading more to come. Amazing job on chapter 7 

Thanks for your support, more is on the way!

On 9/29/2025 at 5:39 PM, Kat5 said:

I think she will be going to -A- home.

I do not think it will be the one she would prefer

The saying goes ‘Home is where the heart is,’ for Heather that may not be the case anymore. Thanks for your support. 

[Tracey]

An early update this week, just in case as the coming weekend is shaping up to be extra busy.

8. It’s all about choices

Plucked from the playpen Heather’s world began to spin as Ivy carried her over to the large bed while singing a tune. “Up above the world you fly… like a baby in the sky. Twinkle twinkle baby star…” What concerned Heather the most wasn’t the nursery rhyme, it was the white toddler style sundress with puffed sleeves and rocking horses dancing across the pink hem that she could now see laid out on the bed next to a waterproof baby change mat. Her thoughts were interrupted by Stacy’s as she lauded over the proceedings. “Oh my… that cute little amazon toddler’s  sundress is going to be a perfect fit for her Ivy…. I can already see that you are going to have a lot of fun playing dress up with this little cutie.”

What the fuck, the pair of woman were crazy… she might be the same size as an amazon toddler but didn’t make her a baby… she had to get out of there and now. “Down… down now” she demanded while Ivy ignored her demands, lay her on the bed and held her in place with one hand. From that point Heather’s situation continued to deteriorate as Stacy, the Tour Guide who was supposed to be her friend in this messed up dimension admonished her.

“And you thought sleeping naked was a grown up thing to do, it is just as well I checked up on you last night and gave you a pull-up, if you had not been wearing your potty training panties you would have wet the bed and had some serious explaining to do to the hotel staff today.”

Struggling to get away from the woman who had answered her cry for help that morning Heather felt like she was falling further into an abyss, whatever she said was twisted to suit the two Amazons who were obviously enjoying the power they had over her. “No, no, that’s not true, you have to believe me, please can you just stop and listen to what I have to say.”

“Ok, little girl, I’m listening,” Stacy replied. “But you need to tell me why when I was summoned up to this nice lady’s room who has been helping you that I found you in a playpen wearing a different pull-up than the one you wore to bed last night and that also looks like it is now wet. But first things first, Is this your suitcase?”

“Yes, yes , that’s mine, see it has my name tag on it as well, please just open it and get me me some of my own clothes.”

“Are you sure Little Girl, I don’t want to be opening a suitcase that belongs to another guest, that could get me in all sorts of trouble with the hotel management.”

“Yes, yes, its mine, just hurry up and open it.”

“Ok, ok, calm down, you need to be nice to us, we are trying go help you. It looks like that cute amazon toddler sundress will have to wait for another day Ivy, can you get her out of that soaked pull-up.” 

Stripped back to just the pull-up, her hair in pigtails and perched on the amazonian kingsize bed Heather looked like a little girl waiting for her birthday present. When the suitcase was finally opened both Ivy and Stacy cooed over its contents. Heather was surprised, to the best of her knowledge she didn’t have anything stunning in there having she had come on the trip with the basics only, underwear, T-shirts, jeans, shorts and a swim suit.  Finally, they had stopped inspecting her wardrobe and Stacy was holding something up. What Heather saw caused her to do a double take. “No way… no way… that’s not mine… I have never seen it before… its not mine!”

Ivy went in for the kill, “What did I tell you about behaving Heather, your shouting is unacceptable, especially when Miss Stacy is just trying to help you.”

“But its not mine… “

“Do you know what it is?” Eyeing up the pink gingham item of little girl’s clothing that Stacy was now holding out for them to see in its entirety Ivy pressed again for an answer to her question, “well do you? 

Working herself up into a frenzy Heather pleaded her case. “No… no… its not mine… I don’t know… I have never seen it before.” 

On the other side of the coin Ivy and Stacy knew exactly what it was having swapped out all of the girl’s dingy T-shirts, shirts, shorts, jeans, underwear and even her swimsuit for the new wardrobe they had purchased at the amazon kids clothing stores after leaving the girl in the hotel last night. Now they were having fun with her, she didn’t know it, but it was just a game to them. Now it was time to seal the deal. “Well you should know because it was in your suitcase,” Stacy remarked adding her two cents worth. 

“But… but… its not mine… I don’t know what its is… it looks weird.”

Holding up baby pink gingham cotton bubble romper with rows of white lace across the bottom so that the girl could get a better look Stacy had trouble suppressing her laughter. The bubble romper was designed for an amazon kid, it had enough room in the seat to fit a toddler who was still in diapers, that much was abundantly clear, if she saw an amazon toddler wearing she would have thought it was gorgeous, now she was repulsed by it. 

Ivy smiled when a look of absolute horror appeared on the girl’s face. With her small size the bubble romper would fit the girl like it had been tailor made for her. Taking the lead she retrieved the diaper from her purse that had been intended for the other little last night and waved it in Heather’s face. “It’s a bubble romper little one, designed to cover a diapered bottom… your bottom… that’s why it has snaps in the crotch between the legs… it will make diaper changes easier for Aunty.”

That simple act was enough to cause Heather to lose control of her bladder and further wet the pull-up she was wearing. “What! No way! A pull-up is bad enough, there is no way I’n going to wear a baby diaper!”

Fanning out the baby diaper Ivy laughed, “Well little Miss, I was going to put this on your little girlfriend last night… what was her name again?”

“Dawn.”

“Oh thats right… it was Dawn wasn’t it. Well… she ran off with that obnoxious man… and… I’m thinking it would be a shame to waste a clean baby diaper… so… because your little friend isn’t here, it’s now going to be snugly taped around your little bottom.”

In full panic mode every crinkle the plastic backed diaper made as the woman fanned it out heightened Heather’s distress. “Please… please nooo… I will wear the pullups… and the bubble romper… just don’t make me wear a diaper… it’s for a real baby… I”m a big girl… I don’t need baby diapers… really.”

Stacy smirked as the woman she had made a deal with put the wind up the little that had narrowly escaped being taken on the street on the last day of the tour. Now it was her turn to put the frighteners up the girl. “l’m not so sure about that little Heather… it looks to me like that pull-up is already wet and Mrs Ivy needs to change you again.”

That comment as far as Heather was concerned was the final straw. Breaking away from the woman who had just finished pulling her hair into pigtails and securing them with hair ties she scamped across the bed, rolled over the edge and made a run for the door while yelled at the two women. “I’m not a baby… I don’t belong here… I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.” Extending her hand for the door knob she then realised why the two women had not run after her. Unlike the her old room that been modified to accomodate mids and littles it was at least another six inches out of her reach. Jumping she tried to grab it again and again while the wet pull-up sagged between her skinny legs. All the jumping achieved was to cause her soggy pull-up to slip over her non existent hips making a journey toward her knees with each attempt until her bottom was partly exposed. At that point she collapsed into a teary heap on the carpet.

“Well that was fun to watch Stacy, clearly I will need to tell her new Mommy to keep a close watch on the baby until she can see the doctor for the surgery, after that she won’t need to worry about her baby running away, for now though she has just earned herself a spanking.” Casually Ivy walked over to the door, picked Heather up from the carpet and returned to the lounge chair opposite the bed. With tears running down her cheeks Heather struggled to break free as she was carried from the door to a lounge chair by the tall woman. Having missed the spanking comment it was only when she found herself laying across the woman’s knees and a hand rubbing her padded bottom that she realised the seriousness of her error. 

“Nooo, noo… please I didn’t mean it… I just panicked,” Heather’s pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as the dreaded pull-up was roughly tugged back up so that her cute little bottom was fully covered. Thwack… the effect was immediate… it felt like a hot fish slice had landed on her bottom. She squealed like a piglet all the while struggling to get away, then another, and another until the woman’s hand had warmed her bottom sufficiently and she stopped struggling. 

“I hope you have learned a valuable lesson little one, you are going to be my toddler niece for the next two days, and while I am your Auntie you will do as you are told… and if you don’t… you will suffer the consequences of your actions. Do you understand.”

Heather nodded her head slowly, “yeesss, yesss, please no more,” she sniffled as she lay on her back while the woman who had just spanked her on the bottom ripped off the soaked pull-up. 

“Do you want the other pull-up or the diaper Ivy.” The Tour Guide now holding the fanned out diaper in one hand and another of the pull-ups that housekeeping had delivered earlier in her free hand. 

Sensing that she would get an easy ride with another pull-up vs the diaper Ivy made her decision. “Lets try her in another pull-up, there is still plenty of time to go back to diapers if we need them.” 

Edited September 30, 2025 by Tracey

[SGTbaby]

The two Amazons are having a great time!

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Love it keep the amazing work 

[Tracey]

On 10/1/2025 at 4:53 PM, SGTbaby said:

The two Amazons are having a great time!

Its not the first rodeo for either of them… and they are holding all of the cards! Thanks for your support as a reader!

12 hours ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

Love it keep the amazing work 

Thanks for your readership support!

[codsterc10@msn.com]

12 hours ago, Tracey said:

Its not the first rodeo for either of them… and they are holding all of the cards! Thanks for your support as a reader!

Thanks for your readership support!

Your welcome. If you need any ideas just let me know. 

[Tracey]

8 hours ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

If you need any ideas just let me know.

Always happy to work new ideas into the plot, best way is to message me directly so as no to telegraph the surprise to other readers.

9 - Dressing down

“Good girl, that’s much better.”

Heather wasn’t used to being praised by Amazons, it left an uneasy feeling with butterflies in her stomach. Pushing the fear she had felt earlier to the back of her mind she lay on the change mat with her legs in the air like a dead ant as a the woman who’s room she was in grabbed a couple of bba6 wipes from an open packet on the bed next to where she lay. As the cool wipes caressed her tender skim she tried to wriggle away but the woman had anticipated what would happen and had a firm hold pf her ankles in one hand. “Aunty is almost done little one, we wouldn’t want you to get a diaper rash before delivering you to your mommy would we.” 

What the fuck… what was she on about… no one said anything about being delivered to her mommy, she had been flatting with a couple of girlfriends back in Cali now for a year, there was no way she wanted to go home to her Mom and her obnoxious step father. “Waa… what… what do you mean? My mommy?” 

Almost done here her flinched baby wipe and cooperated as a cool baby wipe She pushed her uncomfortable thoughts away, choosing to focus on the excitement she felt over potentially escaping.

“It’s okay Heather,” Ivy smiled as she took the disposable underwear from the Tour Guide, “I’m just going to help you out of your current predicament, let me get this fresh pull-up on… You’re going to be okay.”

Heather relaxed, perhaps she had misheard or misunderstood, the woman was being gentle with her, nothing like what she had seen take place behind the bus ten minutes ago. When Ivy smiled she stopped wriggling and let her thread the clean pull-up over her feet and tug it up her legs. As the thick paper padding made contact with her most intimate parts she stiffened up.

“Almost there, you are being so good for Auntie… yes you are,” the woman sang as the thick pull-up was tugged snugly into its final rearing place. With her legs feeling lime they had a hand towel stiffed between them she blushed, embarrassed to be wearing what in reality was a pair of disposable potty training pants designed or an Amazon toddler. 

Ivy sensed the girl’s unease and comforted her,

“It’s okay little one. Auntie is right here.”

Heather sniffled, it was proving difficult to hold herself together.

“You are Little One, Auntie is going to get you out of here. I promise that I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“I love rows of frilly lace across the bottom of this romper Ivy.” Stacy’s comment immediately brought Heather back to the present moment and her predicament. 

“I agree Stacy, its definitely cute alright, but I’m thinking it can wait for later, our little Heather here is being good and now following my instructions. I’m thinking she can wear a sundress for this morning instead.”

“Your choice Ivy… it makes no difference to me Stacy announced as she dropped the cute bubble romper back in the open suitcase and retrieved a toddler style sundress with short puffy sleeves and rocking horses dancing around the hem. “How about this one?”

“Oh sure… that will be great.” Ivy didn’t care what the girl was going to wear either, as long as it didn’t make her look any older than an amazon toddler or difficult to change her pants which no doubt would need changing again before long. 

On the bed Heather sat there motionless as the short sundress was dropped over her head and her arms threaded into the sleeves, she could feel the woman’s large fingers brush against her neck as the buttons at the back were secured. “Ok, now the sandals please Stacy, the white ones will go well with her sundress… and if you can pass me the brush and a couple of hair toes as well.”

As the first sandal was slipped over left foot and secured Heather studied the sundress she was now wearing. It was short, too short in her opinion and wasn’t something she would would have picked out, but beggars could not be choosers, at least it better than that babyish bubble romper that she had been destined to wear until a couple of minutes ago. 

“I love these little girl’s sandals Stacy, they fit her perfectly,” Ivy remarked as she fastened the ankle strap on the first one. Pulling the tag from the second sandal Ivy laughed out loud, “You won’t believe this Stacy, the tag says Tippy Toes, Patent white leather sandals for baby and toddler girls, with an strong leather strap and buckle fastening. The leather is super soft leather, I love the sweet bow on the front. Oh, and the insides have a softly padded insole for comfort, an elasticated stretch back for heel support, and there is also a handy pull tab to make them easier to get on.” 

As the second sandal was slipped on the girls right foot Stacy smiled, in just a pull-up Heather had looked like a miniature version of a teenager, in the short toddler sundress with a dry pull-up peeking out from under the hem and the white leather sandals she now looked like a little girl who still wasn’t potty trained. “Here you go Ivy,” passing the hairbrush and hair ties to the woman who could have reported her and ruined what was a lucrative career with the Adoption Agency she relaxed, another one almost down, a new tour group to take her pick from. Downstairs her accomplice Irma was already rounding them up, they had lost the teen boy who had stormed off after arguing with his petite girlfriend but that had played into their favor, the girl was petite by earthling standards making her the size of an amazon baby. While her team had seen the opportunity arising and already taken care of it the new tour group should be in the foyer by now completing checkins, she now wanted to see for herself if there were any more suitable candidates for the picking.

Ivy’s face lit up when she stood back and admired what she chosen for the girl to wear. “You look lovely princess. No boring jeans and T-shirts for you. You look adorable in that sundress, the sandals fit you perfectly and your hair is so much better in piggies.”

Lifted off the bed and stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of the hotel room door Heather was stunned. There was no way anyone would think she was a portal little now, in the outfit Ivy had dressed her in with a pull-up peeking out from under the short sundress she looked like an amazon toddler. OMG she thought as the sound of the zipper on her suitcase being closed rang in her ears, how do I get out of this mess.

“And one more thing,” Ivy announced as she ripped open a blister packet that had come from the suitcase before it had been closed. “Open up,” she demanded as Heather turned to face her then trust the silicone nipple of a pacifier between the girl’s lips.

“Naaa… naaa nooo,” Heather complained as she tried to spit the offending object out while reaching for it with grabby hands.

“Oh no you don’t, when Auntie gives you your paci it is for a good reason”.  One, two, three pushes on the front of the paci and the nipple completely filled her mouth, try as she might it wasn’t coming out. 

Heather swallowed nervously as her mouth filled with saliva, she needed to spend less time thinking about what this woman who insisted on being called Aunty had in mind and more time planning her escape. The sooner she got out of her way the better. Today was her last day of the tour, it had past ten, her visa was expired but if she could get to the portal station there might still be a chance to explain why she was late.

“Well it looks like you are all set Ivy, call past the tours desk before when you go to check out and I will give you the paperwork. You will need to have it notarised and within the next month or LPS will take her back and rehome her with another Momma.” 

[Tracey]

10 - Reality Check

Stacy was pleased with what she now saw, the little who had been impervious to instructions, been unruly to the point of being uncontrollable was now dressed to look the part of the incorrigible child she had been playing. The toddler sundress that Ivy had selected at the Babywelt store last night would have be a tight fit on that other Little, what was her name again… 

“Dawn… her name is Dawn…” Heather tried to say but all that come out of her plugged mouth was “dddaaaawwwnnn… dddaaaawwwnnn”.

Ivy laughed out loud, “Yes, that’s right baby, her name is Dawn… she is your little friend isn’t she…”

Not waiting for Ivy to finish Stacy continued, “ … it’s a near perfect fit for your new little one Ivy… she is smaller than her friend… it would still fitted her but you would really would have needed the next size up for it to be a good fit. 

Heather was furious, she had been held against her will, kept in a playpen as if she was a baby, put in a pull-up and little girls sundress and now found herself wearing the same style of leather sandals she could remember wearing as a toddler. Scanning the room she searched for an escape before coming to the conclusion that the door was the only way out and that it was still firmly closed. Tentatively she took three steps toward the large plate glass floor to ceiling window, the bulk between her legs and the rustling of her new underwear with each step reminding her that she was now wearing another pull-up, albeit that this one was much thicker than the first. Through the window she could see that another yellow tourist bus had just pulled up outside. Leaning forward with her hands on the glass she watched as its passengers disembarked. Lost in her thoughts she wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation in the room until a large hand grabbed her own. 

As the woman lead her toward the door Heather padded alongside, glancing down she saw her small feet in the white leather sandals and caught a glimpse of the pull-up peeking out from under the sundress as the rocking horses on its hem swished from side to side with each and every step toward an unknown future. It was at that moment that she felt like time was standing still, only then did she come to the realisation that she would be leaving the hotel in pull-up. At least it won’t be visible under the sundress she unknowingly tried to convince herself as a knock at the door got Ivy’s attention. “Porter Mamm, I’m here for your bags.”

“Oh thanks, there are two of them, one big and a little one for this cutie.”

“Sure thing Mamm, oh, and the Manager asked me to give you this, she thought you might need it.” 

When the porter handed a pacifier clip to Ivy a ghost walked over Heather’s grave. 

“We give them out to all our little guests who decide to stay, in case she drops her paci, it will stop it from falling on ten ground and getting dirty.” 

Well it looks like you are all set,” Stacy sniggered as they left the hotel room and headed for the lift. Don’t forget, you will also need to have her chipped as soon as you can in case someone else tries to snatch her.” 

DING… the sound of the elevator arriving signalled to Heather that her time in the hotel was coming to an end. Nervously she looked back along the corridor for an open door to escape through but one could not be seen. SCHWOOMP, the doors were now open and she was led into the cavernous space that was filled with elevator muzak, an easy-listening genre featuring a calming classical piano sound, one she had gotten used to hearing it each morning and evening of her tour. This morning would be the last time she would hear it, the door closed and the elevator begun its descent. Nervously she fidgeted, like a cat on a hot tin roof, looking for a way out. That opportunity came when the elevator doors opened to the hotel foyer which was filled with a new group of excited littles. 

Relaxing her hand she let it slip out of the woman’s grip as they exited the elevator. The scene in the foyer of excited travellers who had only just arrived from her own dimension was sickening, she wanted to warn them of the dangers they faced but the pacifier that plugged her mouth effectively silenced her. Looking up she saw they were now standing at the tours desk and that the woman who had offered to help her before putting her in another pull-up and an amazon toddler’s sundress was busy going through paperwork with the tour guide. Now was her change to make a run for it. Quietly she slipped away, one step, two steps, three steps, behind the woman and out of her sight she turned and made a run for it, her sandals clanking on the polished floor of the hotel like a spoon being banged against an empty saucepan. Something else was off though, she tried to run but could only take toddler sized steps, each one landing uneasily in front of the other her feet slapping the tiled surface as if she had just learned to walk, then she realised why. Her underwear, the pull-up, or what she had though was another pull-up, pushed her legs apart and gave her a bubble butt that made her unsteady on her feet. 

The sound of small sandals smacking against the polished tiles wasn’t new and it signalled one thing to the Concierge, a run away little. Scanning the throng of littles in the foyer the source of the cacophony was immediately apparent. An amazon toddler had made an escape from her Mommy and was headed toward an exit by the bathrooms. Springing into action he chased after the runaway in an attempt to apprehend her.

Four steps, five, six, seven, nine, eleven, she was running now, running away from wherever the woman was trying to take her, running toward another of the yellow portal buses that others from her own dimension were now boarding. ‘Terra’… the sign said it was going to the portal station and that meant freedom. She was halfway across the carpark now, the line of tourists boarding the bus was shrinking but she still had time if she pushed harder and dug into her reserves. With her heart pounding she could now see there were just four of five people still to board, she would have to be quick. With all of her might she dug in, pushing as hard as she could toward the bus, it was close now, inside she could see faces looking out at her as she made a panicked dash across the open carpark. Two seats back a couple in their thirties were fully engrossed in her escape attempt and waving her on. Twenty yards to go now, the last two people were about to board, she was going to make it, she was now certain of that fact… then she saw the look of horror on the woman’s face and her hand cover her mouth to suppress a scream. Was it how she was dressed or something else, now wasn’t the time to find out, the open door of the bus was now no more than ten feet away and its passengers glued to the windows fully visible. Nine feet, eight feet, seven feet, six feet, five feet … she could see the Amazon bus driver now, a woman in her mid forties, smiling as she lunged toward the open door… four feet, three feet… she was going to make it. 

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Amazing job. I have a bad feeling Heather's escape is only just begun. I smell trouble coming. 

[Tracey]

52 minutes ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

Amazing job. I have a bad feeling Heather's escape is only just begun. I smell trouble coming. 

Thanks for your readership support. 

[SGTbaby]

So close and yet so far is my guess…love it 

[Guilend]

I kind of hope a good Amazon gets her and then after being told of the illegal adoption ring, reports it. If anything I want the woman that tried adopting her to be found neglectful of a Little and punished for it. 

[Tracey]

8 hours ago, SGTbaby said:

So close and yet so far is my guess…love it 

Thanks, you may be on the money, although there are some twists and turns to come… 

6 hours ago, Guilend said:

I kind of hope a good Amazon gets her and then after being told of the illegal adoption ring, reports it. If anything I want the woman that tried adopting her to be found neglectful of a Little and punished for it. 

Is that even possible in this dimension? Dawn struck it lucky, could lightening really strike twice?

[Guilend]

1 hour ago, Tracey said:

Is that even possible in this dimension? Dawn struck it lucky, could lightening really strike twice?

Is it possible? Absolutely. Is Heather that lucky? Absolutely not. If luck had anything to do with it, she’d end up with a worse Amazon. She’s already getting a bad track record. Sure Dawn ran into some bad ones, but she got two decent ones pretty quickly. Dawns already been surrounded by the bad ones. Stacy, Ivy and most likely the rest of the staff there. 

[Tracey]

11 - Checking Out

With just a few feet to go there was something about the panicked look on the face of the young woman tourist in the second row seat of the bus that signalled a warning to Heather, all was not as it seemed but she had no idea exactly what that could be. The bus driver didn’t look concerned and the door was still had not closed, it was as if it was being held open for her to board. The other woman could wait, her focus now was on achieving that goal for the short ride to the portal station. Three feet… three feet to go… I’m almost there… two feet… then, with just a couple of steps to go her sense of elation was short lived when she found legs cycling in mid air, her feet now clear of the pavement as an unknown amazon grabbed her from behind and lifted her clear of the ground.

Still scared that she had missed her final opportunity to get to the portal today Heather struggled to break free of the amazon holding her. 

“Oh no you don’t little one, that’s very naughty of you thinking you could make a run for it while your Auntie is checking out of the hotel.” 

Turning her head Heather recognised the Concierge who had foiled her escape plan before a whooshing sound signalled the bus door had closed leaving her stranded. Unable to get away from the concierge’s grip she watched her vehicle to freedom begin its exit from the carpark. Two seats back the young woman who had been waving frantically to her was plucked out of her seat by an amazon Tour Guide and carried toward the back of the bus. Still wriggling she tried to break free, her chance at freedom was about to become a distant memory. “Let me go… let me go… she cried, the pacifier doing a great job at muffling her pleas for freedom. “Mmmuuurh…. Muuurph,” the only audible sounds that could be heard did nothing to support her case as she was tossed over the shoulder of the Concierge and carried back into the hotel foyer where a clearly displeased Ivy was waiting, hands on hips. Inside the hotel Stacy went through the paperwork with Ivy. “Portal Customs at both ends will have already removed her passport and visa from the system, there will be no trace of her ever coming here so you won’t need to worry about anyone coming to look for her...” Stacy explained, “as a portal little, and a tiny one at that, she will be in demand so you will need to keep an eye out for little traffickers who would be paid a pretty penny to get their hands on a portal little as cute and petite as she is… Oh, that’s probably enough, my colleague has her in his arms.”

“And I though you had promised me you were going to be a good girl today, mmm? Well, you have now proven to Auntie that you can’t be trusted … is that right?”

Before Heather could even try and answer Stacy stepped in. “So this one is going be a runaway is she, well I know how to deal with that Ivy… here, use this, it will ensure she doesn’t do that again and give you another heart attack.”

Intrigued with what the Tour Guide was saying Heather looked up as her arms where slipped though a leather harness with a breast plate and buckles secured on her back where she could not reach them. No way, they had to be kidding surely not, a toddler harness, no bloody way, she was eighteen years old not two! Squirming she attempted to escape the straps of the white leather harness that now wrapped around her body, over her shoulders and were secured with chrome buckles at the front. 

“You can wriggle as much as you like Ivy, an amazon toddler can’t get this harness off and neither will you.”

“Naaaa mmmooo,” she whined as the buckles were tightened to remove the slack”. 

Ivy was now grinning like a Cheshire cat, “Whining won’t get you anywhere kiddo, its all of your own making. Auntie gave you the opportunity to prove to me that you are a big girl and you blew it… since you want to act like a toddler then that is how I am going to treat you for the next couple of days until I get you to your mommy.”

Lowered to the tiled floor of the hotel foyer Heather tugged at the white leather harness but it refused to budge even an inch, and while that was bad enough she now had another problem, the bathroom, she needed the bathroom and she needed it now. Clutching her crotch she did a nervous dance that the woman immediately recognised. The potty dance, the girl was now doing the potty dance and it was time to make her pay for her earlier mistake. “You are wearing a pull-up and I expect you to use it… you can complain all you like… but the only time you will be seeing the inside of a bathroom in the immediate future is to have your pants changed.”

Heather’s thoughts of horror were then interrupted by Stacy who seemed to delighted with the outcome, “See, its not all bad, you get to wear new clothes that are more suited to you that those grungy T-shirts and baggie jeans and you don’t need to worry about getting to the bathroom on time.” 

‘No… noo…’ a voice in her head told her, ‘I’m really stuck here now, that was the last bus for the portal today, I have my bag but not my clothes, no passport, no visa and no purse.’ As she fretted the leather lead attached to the toddler harness snapped tight and tugged her toward the front desk queue. “Come on Little Miss Grumpy Pants, we need to check out.”

With no choice Heather toddled after the woman who now had her on a lead. A fucking lead… like she was an on toddler who could not be trusted to stay with her mommy. With each step the pressure in her bladder grew incrementally, then just as the joined the front desk queue it became unbearable and a warm trickle escaped into her disposable underwear. Looking up Heather saw that they were now in the queue behind a large amazon woman who was pushing an 1970s or 80s style baby pram with a sturdy chrome chassis and a lay flat bassinet. The parcel tray below the bassinet was stacked with packages from the store she had seen across the carpark while in Ivy’s hotel room. Then the penny dropped, she recognised the pram and the amazon, it was the woman who had taken the girl from behind the bus and held her tight while another Tour Guide had injected her. Curiosity now got the better of her, on tippy toes she tried to look inside the pram but she wasn’t tall enough to see the girl it now contained. 

Without warning two hands reached under her armpits and lifted her up, “do you want to see the baby little one… here you go… how’s that, can you see better now?”

Observing the girl’s reaction Ivy offered her own opinion. “Your baby is just gorgeous, and I love outfit she is wearing… where did you get it?”

“Babywelt… there is a store across the carpark, I had get the 18 month old infant size, this one is positively tiny. Your little girl isn’t much bigger though, she would still have room to grow if you got her the 2T size.” 

No way … no way… Heather reasoned with herself, there was no way she would be wearing what this girl now was. Held over the bassinet she saw the outfit in all its glory and almost puked. A white broderie anglaise infant dress, a matching diaper cover that bulged with an obviously bulky cotton baby diaper, white woollen booties, mittens and a white pacifier with a pink ring handle. Wriggling to get free one of the woman’s hand’s massaged her pull-up as she announced her finding to Ivy.

“I think your little one has wet pants… her diaper is a bit mushy.”

“Oh, she’s still in pullups, but if this keeps up we will need to go back to diapers.” 

“Next please,” the reception clerk called out.

“Why don’t you go on, we are checking in and I need to get a room sorted with a crib.”

While a tug on the leash signalled to Heather that Ivy wasn’t wasting any time as she moved to the front desk to check out, “thanks, we have a couple of days of driving so I’m keen to get on the road.” 

While being restrained by a toddler leash niggled Heather, it was the previous comment, “if this keeps up we will need to go back to diapers,” that concerned her. What did Ivy mean by that? Yesterday she was wearing panties, the only reason she was wearing a pull up today was someone had stolen all of her clothes. Refocussing on her immediate problem she tested the strength of the leash, could she slip away quietly, find a quiet corner to remove it then make another escape attempt? Ivy was looking for a credit card in her purse to pay the bill and had left her end of the leash on the counter. Backwards she stepped, one step, two steps, so far so good, would it really be that easy?  Three steps backward and the end of the leash was now on the polished floor of the hotel reception area, it was now or never. Turning she bolted, her sandals slapping the tiles with each step. She had done it, she had done it, her mind tried to convince her. With her pulse racing she toddled past the woman with the pram who seemed to distracted looking for something in the diaper bag that hung from the pram handles.

Edited October 6, 2025 by Tracey
Minor correction in last paragraph.

[Guilend]

Wow, Ivy has let her escape twice. Maybe a trip over the other Amazons knee will help remind her to be a better caregiver unless she wants to spend time filling her pants next to Heather. 

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Amazing job. 

[SGTbaby]

The escape attempts seem to be on purpose…poor girl