Undocumented Immigrant. Chapter 37 - Freedom or Fantasy

[Tracey]

14 hours ago, Guilend said:

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.

Thats an interesting idea Guilend, the plan was for no amazons to be injured in the making of this story, but… but.. you never know!

12 hours ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

Amazing

Thankyou😀

11 hours ago, SGTbaby said:

The escape attempts seem to be on purpose…poor girl

Heather is a trier, the question is will she succeed.

[codsterc10@msn.com]

7 hours ago, Tracey said:

Thats an interesting idea Guilend, the plan was for no amazons to be injured in the making of this story, but… but.. you never know!

Thankyou😀

Heather is a trier, the question is will she succeed.

Think Heather will succeed in escaping, but i still smell trouble or worst to come. 

[AndTheChips]

On 10/5/2025 at 2:32 PM, Guilend said:

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. 

It’s so interesting, some people find it most entertaining and reasonable for amazons to be punished in the way that the DD handles Littles, and others not so. I’m in the latter category. I find that amazons being treated like Littles, while supremely humiliating for the amazons and surely sometimes entertaining for readers, breaks me out of accepting the mindset of Littles being different. It admits that they aren’t in a way, at least to me. I guess for some people that makes it MORE reasonable for the amazons to treat them as such, if it’s fairly administered even to amazons. But at the end of the day for me, it’s that it is UNFAIRLY administered and reasoning is flawed and warped that makes the DD such a compelling concept. Just interesting insight into two different takes on the same topic. 

[Guilend]

12 minutes ago, AndTheChips said:

It’s so interesting, some people find it most entertaining and reasonable for amazons to be punished in the way that the DD handles Littles, and others not so. I’m in the latter category. I find that amazons being treated like Littles, while supremely humiliating for the amazons and surely sometimes entertaining for readers, breaks me out of accepting the mindset of Littles being different. It admits that they aren’t in a way, at least to me. I guess for some people that makes it MORE reasonable for the amazons to treat them as such, if it’s fairly administered even to amazons. But at the end of the day for me, it’s that it is UNFAIRLY administered and reasoning is flawed and warped that makes the DD such a compelling concept. Just interesting insight into two different takes on the same topic. 

While I don’t think it should be done regularly and even rarely, permanent. For me that’s what sets Amazons apart from Littles. Littles are viewed as babies or playthings and lasts forever, while an Amazon getting spanked or diapered is a punishment, they’re seen as a disgrace and should be shamed and most of the time isn’t permanent. I also always saw that Amazons technology was so far advanced that once an Amazon was potty trained, there was no medical reason to ever need diapers or other similar products. 

[WBDaddy]

1 hour ago, AndTheChips said:

It’s so interesting, some people find it most entertaining and reasonable for amazons to be punished in the way that the DD handles Littles, and others not so. I’m in the latter category. I find that amazons being treated like Littles, while supremely humiliating for the amazons and surely sometimes entertaining for readers, breaks me out of accepting the mindset of Littles being different. It admits that they aren’t in a way, at least to me. I guess for some people that makes it MORE reasonable for the amazons to treat them as such, if it’s fairly administered even to amazons. But at the end of the day for me, it’s that it is UNFAIRLY administered and reasoning is flawed and warped that makes the DD such a compelling concept. Just interesting insight into two different takes on the same topic. 

For me, I look at it as a subtle form of racism.  

"You're no better than a Little, so I'll treat you like one."  

Supreme form of shame, being reduced to the status of the underclass.  

Although most of the stories which feature things like this happening are very tongue-in-cheek. 

[Tracey]

On 10/7/2025 at 10:18 AM, WBDaddy said:

"You're no better than a Little, so I'll treat you like one."  

That’s a very pre 1980s style of parenting. 🤭

[WBDaddy]

2 hours ago, Tracey said:

That’s a very pre 1980s style of parenting. 🤭

Well, I was a kid pre-1980s, so...  

[Tracey]

12 - Ticket to Ride

Glancing to her left Heather saw she was level with the pram that contained the petite tourist she had seen being taken from behind the tour bus after her boyfriend had stormed off, perhaps if he had known what would happen to his girlfriend he would have been more inclined to stay with her and see out the tour. Anyhow, that was an hour ago and her goal now was to try and save her own skin. Dressed to look like an amazon toddler that wasn’t going to be easy, she had to first get out of the safety harness that was now a feature of her upper torso, find some clothes and sneakers that would fit and ditch the thick padding that now encased her bottom. Three tasks, just thee simple tasks but each one felt like it was a mountain to climb. Looking to her left the packages in the parcel tray of the pram were now clearly visible, two large plastic shopping bags emblazoned with the name of the store they had come from, ‘Babywelt,’ both were bulging with what looked like clothes in cutesy pastels with nursery prints for a girl. Then the third package with a soft pink background and a picture of a baby laying on its tummy, babylove, Premium - Windeln, 2 Mini, 30-60 kg - 42 stuck.

WTF, size two baby diapers were made to fit the 30-60 kilo range, that meant the next size up would easily still fit her. Transfixed by that fact she stopped and read the rest of the wording on the package which had an English translation. 

The Best baby love Baby Diapers size 2, mini, 30-60kg, 42 pieces. Babylove diapers are baby and mommy friendly. They are chlorine bleached to pure white, have elastic gathers to prevent leaks and a baby fresh fragrance just like the diapers your own Mommy used to use. Every diaper is velvety soft all around with its extra soft inner and outer plastic cover to keep wetness where it should be, inside the diaper not on baby’s clothes or crib bedding. A double suction core combined with flexible inner leak guards and generous elastic leg cuffs guarantees safety and long-term leak protection. The elasticated waist offers additional leak protection. Best for baby - Long-term dry protection day and night - Anatomical shape, the diaper adapts to fit your precious baby though the newborn and crawler stages.

Scanning the fourth package with an yellow background and a little girl in a playpen she read the short english summary of what it contained.

baby love Baby Diapers Premium size 3 midi diapers 40-90 kg, 46 pcs, Up to 12 hours of protection, gentle on the skin, super suction technology for heavy wetters, babylove premium diapers, size 3, midi 40-90 kg have a unique suction channel technology that delivers fast and even liquid distribution. They have a comfortable fit, are also ultra-thick and don't leak. Double elasticated leg and back leak protection delivers up to 12 hours of protection - day and night against floods and blowouts - Anatomical shape, the diaper adapts to fit your precious baby though the crawler and walker stages.

OMG, doing the math she quickly came to a conclusion, 30-60 kgs, thats 66-132 pounds and 40-90 kilos is 88-198 pounds. Last night and this morning she had thought the diaper Ivy was waving about was something she had got from a costume store, now the truth was laid bare, it was a baby diaper, the baby diapers here were huge, size 2 or size 3 would easily fit her petite body. With the facts now clear she made her decision… run… run for it and don’t look back. 

Launching herself across the hotel foyer Heater had only taken a couple of steps when leather harness tightened around her shoulders, she was pulled to an abrupt stop and a woman’s voice called out. “And where do you think you are going little one? Running off while your Mommy is checking out, perhaps she needs to keep you in pram for your own safety like baby Sarah here… mmmm… .”

Turning on her heels the reason for her abrupt stop was now clear, the woman with the pram was now holding the end of the leash attached to the toddler harness she was wearing. “Nnnoooouuu…. Nooouuu… “ she tried to reason her pleading being turned into muffled cried by the nipple of the pacifier that filled her mouth. With her day ruined Heather wanted to simply evaporate into thin air but that wasn’t to be as Ivy who had finished at the checkout desk looked furious. 

“Perhaps this nice lady is right Heather, maybe your not yet big enough to be trusted to walk alongside your mommy and we need a pram for you?” Taking the leash from the woman who had prevented the girl’s escape Ivy chuckled, “Thank-you… you are a lifesaver…”

“That’s OK, I know how difficult it can be keeping a portal little under control, that’s why I prefer the smaller ones who can be regressed to the baby or even newborn stage.” 

“Well, I thought she might try and make a run for it, that’s why I put her in a toddler harness.”

“It was a lucky break, she would have made a clean getaway if she hadn’t stopped to look at the bags of shopping and diapers in the parcel tray of my baby’s pram, actually… she seemed very interested in the diapees even though I can see you have her in pull-ups.”

In the lobby of the hotel Ivy admonished the portal little she now had under her control, “try that stunt again kiddo and you will find yourself back in those same diapers that got your attention before you know what has hit you… there won’t be anymore warnings.” Deflating the pacifer Ivy plucked it from the girl’s mouth with a “plop” sound as the suction was broken. “And what do you have to say to Auntie?”

“I-I’m sorry!” Heather blurted out, barely registering her own voice. Her reply was rushed, but the only think she could think of to say at that point in time. “I-I...I didn’t mean to run away, I just panicked with all the amazons there, it was scarry… i just wanna go home now.” As tears rolled down her rosy cheeks Heather knew in the back of her mind that she was stuck with Ivy until she make a clean getaway. No matter what she said it looked like the chances of getting home were becoming slimmer and slimmer.

Ivy stopped mid stride, plucked the girl off the tiled hotel foyer the turned around. “Do you see that? If you really were sorry little one you would be pleading with me to get you out of here before someone claims to be your Mommy, do you want that?” Not waiting for a reply Ivy continued, “instead i’m using up my valuable time as your unpaid babysitter and you are being ungrateful.” Pausing for effect she let the facts speak for themselves.

Babysitter! No way, she was eighteen, she didn’t need a babysitter and she didn’t need to be in pull-ups either but somehow while her suitcase and still been in her room that morning it had no longer contained her own clothing. This place was was crazy, sure it was more advanced than her own planet, or Terra as they amazons called it, but it was crazy. Looking down she now had a clear view of the teenager who had been taken from behind the bus earlier that morning. Out of nowhere she experienced a cold, sudden shudder. What was that saying that stemmed from old folklore that described what she was experiencing, the sudden sensation that is caused by walking over the place where her grave was eventually going to be? It was an ‘odd feeling’, would anyone ever find her again? Then the words came to her as she again shuddered and goosebumps appeared on her bare legs and arms, a ghost had just walk over her grave. The girl laying on her back in the pram with a terrified look on her face no longer looked like a carefree teenager. It was without a doubt the same girl she had seen the woman take earlier, her long blond hair had been subjected to a brutal assault, roughly hacked off it looked like she had been in a bar fight with a pair of scissors, just thin whispers of blond remained. What had changed though was her hair and clothing. She looked very different now, laying on her back in the bassinet of the large pram wearing what could only be described as an infants white satin baby dress, a bulging lace trimmed matching diaper cover, white woollen baby booties, cotton scratch mitts and her mouth plugged with a pink pacifier with the words ‘mute button’ stencilled on the white centre knob that the ring was affixed to.

“P-please, just get me out of here…” The portal bus had left again making Heather nervous. “I need to go… your car… your car… can you take me there in your car?” 

Ivy had expected the next bit to be difficult but now she had an out that the little had herself served up on a plate. “Of course little one, of course I can take you.” Leaving the two suitcases with the porter at the hotel drop off out front she shifted took the little to her opposite hip, before marching off across the carpark. Taking the girl had been easier than she had anticipated, while Heather was yet to realise it she had unknowingly committed to her own demise.  Once outside in the warm sun Ivy burst into a tune as she carried her paycheck to the waiting car.

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay! My, oh my, what a wonderful day. Plenty of sunshine headin’ our way, Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!

Baby-girl is on Mommy’s shoulder. It’s the truth, it’s actual, Everything is satisfactual. Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay! Wonderful feelin’, wonderful day!

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay! My, oh my, what a wonderful day. Plenty of sunshine headin’ my way, Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!

Baby-girl is on Mommy’s shoulder. It’s the truth, it’s actual, Everything is satisfactual. Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay! Wonderful feelin’, feelin' this way! Wonderful feelin’, wonderful day!

The tune wasn’t new to Heather but one of the lines had changed and that unnerved her. Was this woman really trying to help her or was she fooling herself into thinking that was the case? Excitement is a temporary but powerful emotion. It’s like a flash of lightning – you blink, and it passes. But when you’re caught up in the moment, it feels ahhh-mazing! While there was no doubt that the woman was excited to be leaving the hotel and unable to hide that fact, she felt the opposite. Butterflies filled her stomach, something was up but she had no idea what it was. While there’s endless things to be excited about the morning’s events didn’t feature on that list. 

As they crossed the carpark Ivy the woman who she had mistakenly trusted to help when the housekeeping staff had insisted she vacate her room so it could be cleaned set the conditions for success as he saw them. With each one Heather cringed, the woman was easily three or four times her size, there was no way she could ever hope to fight back. The coup de grace came when she cooed, “I knew you would be perfect when Stacy showed me the CCTV recording of you running round in the hotel hallway outside your room last night like a toddler playing dress up in her big sister’s clothes while your friend was butt naked… you are going to be perfect for what I have in mind!” As the Amazonian woman continued to fawn over her Heather felt herself slipping further and further away from any chance she had to get to the transportation portal. “You look like a baby doll and that’s what you are going to be.” 

Chirp Chirp, the sound of a car being unlocked with a remote control got Heather’s attention as they stopped in the carpark, a car door was opened and she was swung off the woman’s hip and into the back seat of a large SUV. “We are going on an adventure sweetie pie, you are going to get to see more of Libertaria than just this city. It’s exciting to try new things, travelling and learning about other cultures and how people live. We might even find some physical activities so you are not cooped up in the car for the next two days, won’t that be fun?” The verbal onslaught continued unabated when they reached the car and she found herself thrust into a toddlers carseat as the woman continued to torment her in the same sugary tone she’d started with. “Come on baby-girl, its time we got a move on, we have a long drive ahead of us.” She had delivered the news that they were about to leave the hotel, the fact had been laid bare and carved into marble leaving Heather speechless, her worst nightmare, being unable to return to the portal was about to come true. 

 “Why… why would we do that...” her voice panic-stricken. “Who are you… why are you doing this… I just want to go home?”

“Consider me your guardian angel… but for the road trip part of your adventure I need you to call me Aunty … can you do that?”

“What the fuck… are you crazy or something… why would I do that?”

“Just humour me little one, it’s to keep you safe… and since it’s not clear to you by now then I will explain it.“ The look of excitement on the woman’s face was as frightening as an 80s tune she recognised on the car radio.

I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it

I'm about to lose control and I think I like it

I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it

And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I want you.

The woman who she had trusted was upbeat, a ball of energy that she had no way of containing. 

“I’m so excited Cupcake, we are going to have a couple of fun days together, you are going to be just perfect for  your new mommy and daddy!”

Now the woman was comparing her to a sweet treat, a small one, something she used to enjoy with a chai latte back home and fun wasn’t what Heather had in mind when she found herself being strapped into a toddlers carseat with a five point harness. She felt anxious as a rush of cortisol flooded her brain, triggering the fight or flight response. “Mmmm … nnnnnnn…,” she tried to call for help but was silenced by the pacifier that filled her mouth. Wriggling to break free she fought against the woman as the seat harness was roughly tugged over her shoulders and the centre buckle clipped together across her tummy” 

“One more and we are are done,” the woman proudly announced as she lifted the centre webbing strap up between the girls legs, plugged it into the centre buckle and gave the tail end a sharp tug to remove the slack. “All done, now that wasn’t difficult was it?” The question was rhetorical and Heather knew it,  her struggles had achieved nothing. 

Excitement and stress often manifest themselves with physical signs. The woman, Ivy… yes Ivy that’s what Stacy the Tour Guide had called her, she was definitely excited, her beaming smiles and the Zippity Do Dah tune she had sung clearly signalled her sense of positive wellbeing. Unfortunately for Heather now secured in a toddler carseat the physical signs were also present, she had tried to fight her way out of the situation but had been easily overwhelmed by Ivy, now she recognised another physical sign of her fight or flight actions was also present, her bottom was warm and that could only mean one thing, she had peed her pants. As the car made its way out of the hotel parking lot it felt like she was on a rollercoaster, the butterflies still filled her stomach, her heart was trying to jump out of her chest, her palms were sweaty and legs trembling. Where was this woman taking her, when would she get a new passport and be able to get home through the portal? These and many more questions flooded her mind as the city scape gave way to pasture. While not wanted the distraction it was what she needed right now, the sheep were as big as the cows back home and the cows the size of elephants. This place never ceased to amaze her, oblivious to the radio as it played a tune that sounded like her destiny.

The night we met, I knew I needed you so

And if I had the chance, I'd never let you go

So won't you say you love me?

I'll make you so proud of me

We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go

So won't you, please (be my, be my baby)

Be my little baby? (My one, and only baby)

Say you'll be my darlin' (be my, be my baby)

Be my baby now (my one, and only baby)

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

With her job done Ivy relaxed and enjoyed the song. When the little she had come to collect had been claimed by that ghastly man at the hotel she was angry. There was still a chance when she tried to out him as a potential little trafficker, even when she knew that there was only one little trafficker in the hotel that night and that person wasn’t a man. Leaving empty handed wasn’t an option, she needed that girl or another to take her place, there was no way she could return without the goods. The Tour Guide as it turned out had delivered her the solution on a plate. Eyes on the road she hummed along with the lyrics.

Be my little baby

(My one, and only baby) oh, oh-oh

(Be my, be my baby) oh, oh

(My one, and only baby) whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

oh-oh

(My one, and only baby) oh, oh-oh

(Be my, be my baby) be my baby now

(My one, and only baby) oh, yeah... 

A fleeting glance in the rear view mirror showed her prize safely secured in the toddler carseat, engrossed in the view from the side window as they passed farm upon farm. This piece of road was easy to drive but boring. Nothing ever changed much, she wasn’t a farm girl and didn’t like the stench of cow dung or hay silage. Ten minutes later she checked the rear view mirror again, the events of the morning coupled with the white noise of the car tyres on the road surface had now overtaken the little, now slumped in the carseat, head rolled to one side and her eyes shut tight. It was an hour later when Heather woke, as the car slowed and pulled off the road. “Wwwwrrr rrrrr wwwaaa” she mumbled still silenced by the locking pacifier. 

Ivy chuckled, the girl’s pull-up had been warm to the touch when she had been put in the carseat at the hotel and they had now been on the road for an hour. It should be cold and uncomfortable by now. “We need to fill up, the gas gauge is close to empty. How are you doing back there… does Aunty need to check your pants little one?” Teasing the new merchandise was part of the fun, this bit she always enjoyed as a little was brought down a peg or three to learn their new place in the pecking order. 

Stuck in the carseat Heather pushed her legs apart as the back door of the car flung open and an Amazon head filled her space. The wet pull-up had been a different experience but not totally unenjoyable at first, then as it cooled it had become uncomfortable. Now it itched, she wanted to get it off but was confined in the carseat as a large hand invaded her personal space and gave the soaked pull-up a squeeze between her legs. “Waaaa….. issss weee,” she tried to let the woman know she needed dry pants but her speech was turned into baby talk by the pacifier filling her mouth. 

“Mommy knows a baby who needs dry pants… while the nice man is putting gas in her car she will change baby’s pants, you are being so good for Auntie Ivy today… yes you are.”

7 hours ago, WBDaddy said:

Well, I was a kid pre-1980s, so...  

Im guessing your Mom or babysitters threatened you with diapers or a pacifier, or you were put in a highchair, crib, playpen or a stroller for misbehaving with the adult claiming since you want to act like a baby that is how ai will treat you.  

[Guilend]

Heather is definitely a lot slower on the uptake than Dawn was. I guess the reason Ivy didn’t want to return without a Little was because of harsh consequences if she had. From what I recall, Heather isn’t exactly what she was looking for, but close enough she took Heather. Now we’ll eventually see if Ivys employers agree or if they’ll decide that Heather isn’t exactly close enough and what happens if they do. Though I doubt they’d make Ivy disappear since she did bring back a Little that was close, but not close enough. 

[WBDaddy]

2 hours ago, Tracey said:

Im guessing your Mom or babysitters threatened you with diapers or a pacifier, or you were put in a highchair, crib, playpen or a stroller for misbehaving with the adult claiming since you want to act like a baby that is how ai will treat you.  

The highchair/stroller/baby bottle etc were idle threats.  What wasn't idle was diapers themselves - she and my grandmother did it to me when I was 4 and struggling with potty training, and I watched them do it in the 80s to kids they were babysitting, with their parents' approval. 

[SGTbaby]

Love the new chapter and adventure. I think it is time for some diapers especially as she keeps wetting those pull ups. She is in for a fun filled weekend! She might be very happy to get to her new Mommy and Daddy. 

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Amazing job as always. If you need any ideas let me know. I think Heather is in for a bumpy ride. I think when Heather meets the mommy and daddy I think you should do a surprise baby shower, but I am looking forward to reading more to come. I wish there was a world like this. I think it would be fun and then to try to escape alot lol 

[Tracey]

12 hours ago, WBDaddy said:

What wasn't idle was diapers themselves - she and my grandmother did it to me when I was 4 and struggling with potty training, and I watched them do it in the 80s to kids they were babysitting, with their parents' approval. 

That’s harsh, at four you would not forget, but most adults can’t remember anything before 3 so those kids they were babysitting should be OK and not remember any of it. How old were you in the 80s?

4 hours ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

Amazing job as always. If you need any ideas let me know. I think Heather is in for a bumpy ride. I think when Heather meets the mommy and daddy I think you should do a surprise baby shower, but I am looking forward to reading more to come. I wish there was a world like this. I think it would be fun and then to try to escape alot lol 

Oh, a baby shower, thats a good idea! Thankyou. 

8 hours ago, SGTbaby said:

Love the new chapter and adventure. I think it is time for some diapers especially as she keeps wetting those pull ups. She is in for a fun filled weekend! She might be very happy to get to her new Mommy and Daddy. 

Thankyou fro being invested. 

13 hours ago, Guilend said:

Heather is definitely a lot slower on the uptake than Dawn was.

Yup, she isn’t as wise to the world as Dawn, too trusting I suspect and worse off because she is a petite teen who is smaller than Dawn. 

[WBDaddy]

8 hours ago, Tracey said:

That’s harsh, at four you would not forget, but most adults can’t remember anything before 3 so those kids they were babysitting should be OK and not remember any of it. How old were you in the 80s?

When they were doing the daycare thing?  Middle school, 12-14. 

[codsterc10@msn.com]

16 hours ago, Tracey said:

That’s harsh, at four you would not forget, but most adults can’t remember anything before 3 so those kids they were babysitting should be OK and not remember any of it. How old were you in the 80s?

Oh, a baby shower, thats a good idea! Thankyou. 

Thankyou fro being invested. 

Yup, she isn’t as wise to the world as Dawn, too trusting I suspect and worse off because she is a petite teen who is smaller than Dawn. 

Your welcome on the baby shower idea 

[CDfm]

I had recently started reading this and have found it very enjoyable. You can’t help but feel bad for Heather but then she took her chances on a trip of her lifetime and lost. 
I think you are doing an awesome job writing this story and I am looking forward to seeing more. 

[Tracey]

11 hours ago, CDfm said:

I had recently started reading this and have found it very enjoyable. You can’t help but feel bad for Heather but then she took her chances on a trip of her lifetime and lost. 
I think you are doing an awesome job writing this story and I am looking forward to seeing more. 

Yes, some thought before signing up for the trip have would have signalled to Heather that ‘if it looks too good to be true, then it probably is.’ Now she is navigating the consequences of her decision, and as the writer Im not even sure where this will end up yet but there are more twists and turns to come so hold onto to your seat and enjoy the ride. Thanks for being invested, it makes the a real difference to know others enjoy the read.

22 hours ago, WBDaddy said:

When they were doing the daycare thing?  Middle school, 12-14. 

At least they didn't do it yo you when you were in middle school. Why did they do it to the other kids?

[WBDaddy]

18 hours ago, Tracey said:

At least they didn't do it yo you when you were in middle school. Why did they do it to the other kids?

That's just how they operated.  Presume the kid was doing it on purpose, humiliate them for doing it.  For the record, I haven't spoken to my mother in probably 10 years now, and my grandmother is long dead. 

[Tracey]

13 - Gas station bathroom

As she was carried inside the gas station Heather knew something was off. The portal bus ride had been relatively quick and been fully within the city, they should have been there at least an hour ago. Backing up the bus she replayed the timeline and events in her head, Ivy had taken her from the hotel as promised, that was a fact. What now concerned her was that the car ride had been around two hours already, most of it had been through sparsely populated countryside and she had yet to see the portal or have any confidence that they were driving toward it. To make matters worse the pull-up she was wearing being being compressed against her bottom as she was carried into the gas station by Ivy. While the fact that she was actually wearing disposable potty training pants designed for an amazon toddler was bad enough she could now feel its cold contents seeping out and and pooling in the pull-up between her thighs. It was far from a pleasant feeling, one she had forgotten from her early years and now it was back, as clear as the last day she had wet her pants when her Mom had been potty training her. As they approached the door of the family bathroom another woman with a girl who looked to be a middle school kid exited. Blond… blond hair and the woman’s smile… that was what stuck out for Heather… the woman and the kid both had strawberry blond hair… the woman’s in a  ponytail and the girl in pigtails with pink ribbons.

Once inside the bathroom Heather took stock of the layout. Four stalls on on wall, three single and one that look like it was designed for people with disabilities, that one was bigger with a double size door that slid sideways instead of opening out. On the wall opposite was a long counter with four hand basins and inbuilt electric hot air hand dryers. That all looked pretty normal, it was the arrangements the end of the long bathroom that now had her eye and that was were Ivy was now taking her, there were two of them, unmistakable in their utilitarian purpose, diaper change tables designed to be practical rather than attractive, and between them a wall mounted diaper dispensing machine that looked to be fully stocked. On seeing the change tables and the diaper dispensing machine she panicked and squirmed in an attempt to get out of Ivy’s grasp. 

“It’s OK little one… you can trust Auntie,” Ivy reassured the girl when she realised what was causing the commotion. “I’m just going to use the change table so your little feet don’t get dirty on the yucky floor, and we don’t need any of those diapers for you today, like you said already, “ patting the pink diaper bag gslung over over free shoulder, “you are a big girl, Auntie has dry pull-ups for you in her bag so we don’t need anything from that terrifying machine on the wall.”

Sitting on the plastic covered surface of the change table Heather watched on tenterhooks as the amazon woman who had promised to help her unzipped the large pink bag that been slung over her free shoulder and extracted another pair of the padded disposable underwear she was already wearing before handing the offending garment to her. Glancing in the mirror she was a little shocked to see how much the clothing Ivy had dressed her in at the hotel made her look like a real tot, her small feet in the white leather sandals, the now obviously wet pull-up peeking out from under the hem of the sundress with its rocking horses dancing along the hem, her hair in pigtails and a pacifier covering her mouth. OMG she thought, this is bad, really bad. Convinced that the woman, Auntie as she was insisting on being called, was looking away she squeezed the plasticky backed fluff pulp pull-up, it was thick, too thick for her liking. Sneaking a peek she studied it and the secret was revealed. The waistband had no sticky tabs, instead it was soft, comfy and stretchy, easily big enough to go around her waist. Inside she saw a double row of elasticated leak guards and thick padding that ran the full length of the centre section of the pants. Finally, she turned her attention back to the outer layer, emblazoned with stars and moons, BebeLove Overnights the branding proudly announced. The number 2 also featured prominently causing her to shiver, size two, she was holding a pair of thick size two disposable overnight potty training pants and there was no doubt that they would easily fit her small body. The realisation hit her like a freight train, overnight pants, in her hands she was holding a pair of overnight potty training pants intended for an amazon kid who was still not dry at night. Rationalising the facts she inspected the design closely, they were after all was said and done just underwear, relatively expensive piece of underwear, but that was where the similarities ended. Clutching the garment in her hands it there was no doubt that it was a cheap imitation of the panties she had worn growing up and still wore because panties designed for teens were still far too big for her, what was missing though was feeling of soft cotton and sewing seams, instead she felt the thick fuzzy papery lining that crinkled with every movement and the elastic gathers at the legs and waist designed to prevent leaks. Potty training pants… Ivy had handed her another pair of potty training pants except this time they were thicker, the stars, moons and labelling told her why. Overnights, this pair were intended for a girl that was still a bedwetter, something she she had not done since graduating kindergarten twelve years ago. “Naaa… naaaa,” she complained trying to hand the pull-up back to the woman who was clearly intending to have her wear it.

“So that’s a no then is it little one?” Ivy smiled as she took back the pullup.

Relived of the offending garment Heather felt her body relax, finally I might be getting somewhere with this woman she assumed as the woman fumbling with her purse that had been retrieved from what now looked like a diaper bag.

Ivy’s voice filled the bathroom as Heather hoped for a better outcome, “If you don’t want to wear another pull-up Heather that leaves Aunty with only one other choice.” Turning she fed a handful of coins into the white metal cabinet hanging on the bathroom wall then pushed a couple of buttons. Almost immediately the machine came alive, a green flashing light indicating it was now operating, then ‘thunk’ an object dropped into the tray below the glass front followed by a second ‘thunk’ as a second selection was delivered. Pleased to have avoided another pair of training pants Heather’s sense of hope was about to be crushed in a single blow. 

“You may not like your second choice Little one but its the only other option… and you had better not complain that you don’t like these Heather… after all its your choice not mine” Ivy announced as she grabbed the two packages that the machine had delivered, deposited one in the diaper bag and ripped open the second to reveal a white plastic backed padded rectangle the size of a small hardback covered book back on Terra. “At least this way we can be extra sure that your carseat stays dry for the rest of the drive.”

After spending the morning in pull-ups Dawn should have been pleased to be free of them, except now she recognised what Ivy held in her hand from the babysitting jobs she did in her apartment block and a nearby trailer park back home to supplement her meagre income at the diner. A diaper… there was no doubt about it, Ivy now had a thick plastic backed disposable diaper in her hand and was suggesting that she wear it for the rest of the day instead of the pull-up. 

Frantically Heather waved her hands pushing the diaper away, a burst of static electricity running through her body when she inadvertently made contact with the ghastly object as the woman who she had mistakenly thought would be her saviour grabbed her ankles in one hand, lifted her legs then slipped the now opened diaper under her bottom. When her bottom was lowered onto the padding it was immediately obvious that the diaper was much thicker than the pull-ups she had been wearing last night and this morning, so thick in fact that it felt like she was sitting on a car washing sponge. Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks, she was doomed, why had she even though that taking the free trip for an adventure of a life time was a good idea. Was it because she had been lured by the opportunity of a free trip? Now she was kicking herself, she knew that in life there were no free lunches, but this offer had been so well crafted that she had not realised it was a con until waking up this morning in a wet pull-up that had miraculously found its way into her room and over her naked bottom while she was sleeping. Mulling over the facts Heather now knew that she had been lured into a sense of false satisfaction by the chance of a free trip and that she was now she was paying the price of her ill thought out decision.

Suddenly, Ivy spoke up again. “Are you sure you want to go back to diapers little one? We don’t need to unless you want to? It’s was your decision not to wear another pair of your cute potty training panties and its OK to change your mind…”

As the front of the diaper was brought up between her legs reality hit home, it was thick, so thick that it she could not bring her knees together. Sobbing Heather waved at the diaper bag, with the pacifier still impeding her speech she could only mumble her answer… “oolop… ooloop”

“Oh, so that’s why you are upset, you have changed your mind and now want panties again.” Letting go of the front of the diaper Ivy rummaged in the large pink bag for the pull-up she had been holding a couple of minutes earlier while Heather glanced sideways and saw looked at the image reflected in the mirror next to the change table. A small girl with her Mommy having her pants changed, a white plastic coated thick diaper with the words number 3 stencilled on the baby pink landing zone adorned with drawings of rattles, baby bottles and diaper pins. “That size 3 diapee looks like it would be a good fit on you little lady but its your decision, let’s try another pull-up… ah, here it is!” Ivy exclaimed as she retrieved the pull-up Heather had rejected from the diaper bag. “Is this what you want?”

Nodding her head Heather ran a hand across her crotch and felt the plastic backing of the diaper between her thighs as Ivy fanned out the pull-up. OMG, that was close, way to close for comfort, I need to get away from this woman at the first opportunity.

[SGTbaby]

I can see everything from your writing style and love it! 

[CDfm]

Well she really walked into that one. She is lucky that I by still allowed her to get the pull-up or she would be stuck in a thick diaper all night. 
I am looking forward to seeing more. 

[BabySofia]

Finally had a chance to catch up here. I'm curious who this new set of parents she's taking her to are. She's clearly the Little Trafficker that was there! Surprised she hasn't put her in a diaper and kept her there yet, but I'm guessing she's been told that her new parents will want to do the honors.

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Amazing job 

[Guilend]

The ONLY criticism I have is that Heather feels off to me. In one chapter it’s like she knows what’s going on finally, the way she acts or what she thinks, then the next chapter she’s back to being oblivious. Otherwise I’m enjoying the ride. 

[WBDaddy]

On 10/12/2025 at 8:19 PM, CDfm said:

Well she really walked into that one. She is lucky that I by still allowed her to get the pull-up or she would be stuck in a thick diaper all night. 
I am looking forward to seeing more. 

Frankly I'm surprised Ivy gave her another bite at that apple. Refuse the pull-up, get the diaper, game over.