Undocumented Immigrant. Chapter 37 - Freedom or Fantasy

[SGTbaby]

Oh the drama continues! I think this is a great chapter but Heather might not like how it plays out…and I am sure that we might see Ivy again especially if they take her car?

[Tracey]

On 10/15/2025 at 7:31 PM, Guilend said:

I figured she was just taking her to like a group, a middle man of sorts and they’d be the ones that hired the trafficker and they’d be the one to deliver Heather to whoever bought her. That’s usually how it goes, could even go through several groups first. At least that’s how they show it on TV

Criminal minds all work alike Guilend, you are right, and that a great idea for another DD tourists demise!

4 hours ago, SGTbaby said:

Heather might not like how it plays out…and I am sure that we might see Ivy again especially if they take her car?

That would be high risk, all Ivy would need to do is report it stolen and they would be under the Police microscope. 

[Kat5]

10 hours ago, Tracey said:

Criminal minds all work alike Guilend, you are right, and that a great idea for another DD tourists demise!

See, now you've given me an idea based on your idea based on his idea.

A group of Amazon's that pretend to be black market sellers to rich buyers. They gather portal littles. Taking them as wards, for exampke. Explain the situation and how mo matte what they do they are going to be adopted by someone. Then they sell the littles, but let them pick the least bad parents they can.

Think adoption agency, but since the rich buyers think that they are exclusive on the black market, they can make demands or be selective. And since they think it's illegal, they pay handsomely.

The bigs get their littles. The traffickers get paid handsomely. And the littles get to at least pick which adoptive parents they think will be the least terrible to them.

Think like:

"Okay little l one. Yes you are in diapers. No, you dont get a choice. You can either cooperate with us and we let you pick which parents you want to take a gamble on, or we turn you in to a public nursery and they brain melt you into an infant. You pick."

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Just checking in to see when we are going to get another chapter 

[Tracey]

9 hours ago, codsterc10@msn.com said:

Just checking in to see when we are going to get another chapte

Its all good to go, will be loading shortly. 

On 10/22/2025 at 2:25 AM, SGTbaby said:

Heather might not like how it plays out…and I am sure that we might see Ivy again especially if they take her car?

Working Ivy back in will be challenging. Will they take her car? That is a very good question… 

[Tracey]

15 - Out of the frying pan and into the fire

As they left the Burger Lion Diane glanced down the passage toward the bathrooms. Some sort of commotion was going on, staff were attempting to get the door open, if they succeeded Ivy would be free of her bathroom cell and on the rampage in no time, she would need to be quick. With no idea what car Ivy was driving she pointed the remote that had been in the pink diaper bag at the front carpark and clicked the door release button, scanning for the telltale sign of flashing headlights and indicators, it wasn’t there. Now the back carpark, pointing the remote she clicked it again, bingo, a set of flashing headlights and indicators, as luck would have it two cars along from her own SUV. “We need to hurry girls, Becky bring your little sister and watch out for cars.” 

As she listened to Becky’s Mom’s instructions with trepidation Heather’s bladder twitched, then before she could react a warm sensation around her groin told her what she didn’t want to know. She was now in a wet pull-up, how bad she had no idea, but it was definitely wet. While that was a concern her biggest worry was being seen outside in the midday sun alone with an Amazon kindergartener and no tour guide or another Amazon protector. With her mind now racing at a hundred miles per hour the reality of her situation hit like an atom bomb. She was really doing it, escaping from the woman who had befriended her at the hotel that then turned out to be a little trafficker. Was it safe to be left alone with an Amazon kindergartener? Being outside without Ivy was both scary and exciting, nervously she trotted beside the taller girl, hand in hand. It had been years since she had last been in a pair if wet potty training pants, the soggy pull-up chaffing her tender skin with each and every step toward a new freedom. Tugged along by an an Amazon kindergartener who was almost twice her height it felt like her arm had been trapped in a machine that was relentlessly pulling her into its rollers. She had to trot to keep up, her pace impeded by the now saturated pull-up that had expanded and was hanging from her hips like a sack of flour. After what seemed an eternity they stopped beside a blue SUV two cars along from Ivy’s which she recognised from the license plate, TERRABABY4U. Becky’s Mom had Ivy’s car unlocked and was doing something in the back seat. Intrigued she moved a couple of steps closer to get a better view as the carseat she had been riding in was extracted. “We need your baby seat but we don’t have time to set it up here” Becky’s Mom announced as she she tossed it into the open cargo space of her SUV then hit the trunk close button.   

Heather recognised her bag in the back of Ivy’s car and called out, “My bag… my bag… I need my bag please…” until Diane grabbed it, reopened the trunk of the SUV and tossed it in to join the carseat and diaper bag she had taken from the restaurant and the pack of diapers she had purchased at the minimart. “OK, we need to get moving” Diane turned and grabbed Heather under her armpits then swung her into the back seat of the SUV. “You can ride in Becky’s carseat until we can set your own up.” Pulling the five point seat harness over the small girls shoulders and adjusting them to fit snugly Diane chuckled, “you really are the perfect size to be Mommy’s little baby aren’t you.” In the commotion the comment was lost on Heather, her mind was on escape and she now had the back of the passenger seat blocking the view ahead as Becky’s Mom brought the leg strap up and snapped it into the buckle of the five point harness, her hand brushing across the spongy warm pull-up in the process. “Mommy doesn’t have time to change your pants right now little one, we will stop shortly and do that”.  The instructions kept coming thick and fast. “Becky, climb in past the baby and I will go around to the other side and fasten your seatbelt. That will have to do until we sort the carseats out.” Heather watched as the girl who had aided in her escape climbed into the SUV, worked her way between a pair of skinny legs and the back of the passenger seat before climbing up onto the backseat and shuffling over until she was sitting by the opposite window as the door was closed with a thump. The far side back door opening and Becky’s Mom’s head appearing signalled that the last job needed before they could leave was about to be done. The seatbelt was tugged down and buckled, the girl was still too short for it to be a good fit but it would do. “Keep your hands clear Becky… One more thing and we are good to go” Diane ordered as she slammed the door next to her daughter. From her raised position Heather watched as Becky’s Mom partially lowered the rear window on Ivy’s car, shut the door, remotely locked the doors then pushed the key fob through the partially open window so that it would be visible on the back sat of the locked car. Returning she climbed into the drivers seat of the SUV and cranked the engine. “ We are done, let’s get out of here girls before that woman claiming to be little Heather’s Aunty turns up.  

First reversing, then pulling forward the SUV with its three occupants moved toward the carpark exit only to have it blocked by am arriving fire truck. What until then had been looking like a clean getaway was now compromised. Leaning out the drivers side window Diane called to the fire crew asking them to move the truck and received a reply that brought a real sense of urgency to the moment. “We won’t be long. There is a woman trapped in the bathroom, it happens all the time, we will have her out before your little ones can count to ten.” Both Heather and Diane experienced rushes of adrenaline at the fireman’s reply as their fight or flight responses kicked in.

Secured in the carseat Heater looked out of the window and found herself directly in front of the entrance doors of the Burger Lion. “GO… GO…” she cried out in a panic as her bladder again betrayed her and filled the pull-up to the point of leaking. In the drivers seat Diane glanced to her right and saw the burly fireman who had just said they would be quick carrying a tool bag and entering the fast food restaurant.  

“Hold on girls Mommy needs to back up. Hitting the gas she reversed thirty feet, swung the steering wheel hard right and jumped on the throttle again. As the SUV surged forward it thrust Heather back in the hard shelled carseat reminding her of being in a jet for the first time she ever flew anywhere. Exiting the carpark through the side that was intended to be the entrance Diane straightened up, fifty yards down the road the light was red, slowing to make sure it was clear she turned right without stopping and lined up for the freeway entrance. Her heart racing she was careful not to break the speed limit or have a collision, the last thing she needed right now was to be stopped by a cop. Five minutes later they were southbound on the freeway, only then did she relax.

Back at the Burger Lion Ivy now free of her bathroom prison cell rushed to the booth were she had been sitting to find it empty. Perhaps Diane joined had joined the girls in the play land? Then she realised that the large pink diaper bag that was supposed to be her gift to Heather’s new parents was gone. In its place lay a plastic shopping bag from the Gas Station Minimart…  it was empty, except for a till receipt.

Fuel to Go & Minimart

Enfamil NeuroPro Powder Infant Formula - 27.4oz $51.99

Diapers Size 3 Toddler 24 count.                              $    11.73

Baby Wipes nursery scented.                                    $     3.27

Pacifier Size 3 - two pack.                                         $     3.97

Baby Bottles - Sureflow 2 pack.                               $     6.33

Bibs - toddler girls 4 pack.                                        $     4.02

Petroleum Jelly nursery scented.                             $     3.98

Glycerol suppositories (Infants).                              $     5.63

Enfamil Ready to Feed Infant Formula - 32 fl oz.  $   11.89

Total to pay.                                                                   $102.81

“What the…” Ivy said out loud, catching he outburst before the expletive slipped out. This looks like a shopping list for an expectant Momma, or new foster momma. Then she realised her car keys were in the now missing diaper bag. The hunter had become the hunted, confident that her latest delivery was going to plan Ivy had not seen it coming. She had been careless and trusted someone she didn’t know, now she was on the back foot. Delivery of the goods was scheduled for tomorrow night, that left her two options. Find Heather quickly or go back and get a different little from the tour that had arrived as she was preparing to check out. Something had been off about Diane, but she had dismissed it. Was it because she had her kindergarten age daughter with her, was that part of her ruse, or was it simply a spur of the moment decision to take off with Heather? Either way that wasn’t her immediate problem, she needed to find her car keys and if they were still in the diaper bag that would pinpoint where Diane now was. Opening an app on her mobile she pinged the token attached to her car keys. No way, she thought, when the icon showed her car keys keys were still close by, so close they were still in the car park by the look of it. Was Diane still there with the two girls? Perhaps I have been too hasty in judging her. Outside the Burger Lion she pinged the token again, this time it gave directions to where she had parked earlier.

Edited October 28, 2025 by Tracey
Chapter 15 (Added)

[Guilend]

Oh boy that was an intense and great chapter. You did good at keeping me in suspense. Now Ivy has two options, neither is good ones. Her best shot would be to go back and get another Little. However both options have the same problem, lack of time. If she does go back, once she can finally get in her vehicle, will she have time to still make the deadline? Same if she goes after Heather, it’s not like she knows where that woman lives. So chances are really low at finding them. If she does go back, it probably won’t go as smoothly, it didn’t the first time around. And the kidnapping ring isn’t inclined to help her. They might even see her as a threat to their operations as she might bring too much attention to them. While locals that might be suspicious, mostly ignore it as it’s not their problem or whatever, but getting attention on a national scale might have the public calling for their backsides just to make themselves feel good for fighting a public cause. Now if Ivy does show up with a Little and is late, that could be a problem and it definitely will if she either doesn’t show up or shows up empty handed. Though if she does show up empty handed she might get off light if she can beg for mercy than if she’s dragged back. 
 

Honestly I don’t think Heather is any better off or worse off. Sounds to me she’s in the same boat as before. The only difference is having a Big sister now that she might not have had before. But we might never know if her current situation is better or worse than if she had stayed with Ivy. 

[codsterc10@msn.com]

2 hours ago, Tracey said:

15 - Out of the frying pan and into the fire

As they left the Burger Lion Diane glanced down the passage toward the bathrooms. Some sort of commotion was going on, staff were attempting to get the door open, if they succeeded Ivy would be free of her bathroom cell and on the rampage in no time, she would need to be quick. With no idea what car Ivy was driving she pointed the remote that had been in the pink diaper bag at the front carpark and clicked the door release button, scanning for the telltale sign of flashing headlights and indicators, it wasn’t there. Now the back carpark, pointing the remote she clicked it again, bingo, a set of flashing headlights and indicators, as luck would have it two cars along from her own SUV. “We need to hurry girls, Becky bring your little sister and watch out for cars.” 

As she listened to Becky’s Mom’s instructions with trepidation Heather’s bladder twitched, then before she could react a warm sensation around her groin told her what she didn’t want to know. She was now in a wet pull-up, how bad she had no idea, but it was definitely wet. While that was a concern her biggest worry was being seen outside in the midday sun alone with an Amazon kindergartener and no tour guide or another Amazon protector. With her mind now racing at a hundred miles per hour the reality of her situation hit like an atom bomb. She was really doing it, escaping from the woman who had befriended her at the hotel that then turned out to be a little trafficker. Was it safe to be left alone with an Amazon kindergartener? Being outside without Ivy was both scary and exciting, nervously she trotted beside the taller girl, hand in hand. It had been years since she had last been in a pair if wet potty training pants, the soggy pull-up chaffing her tender skin with each and every step toward a new freedom. Tugged along by an an Amazon kindergartener who was almost twice her height it felt like her arm had been trapped in a machine that was relentlessly pulling her into its rollers. She had to trot to keep up, her pace impeded by the now saturated pull-up that had expanded and was hanging from her hips like a sack of flour. After what seemed an eternity they stopped beside a blue SUV two cars along from Ivy’s which she recognised from the license plate, TERRABABY4U. Becky’s Mom had Ivy’s car unlocked and was doing something in the back seat. Intrigued she moved a couple of steps closer to get a better view as the carseat she had been riding in was extracted. “We need your baby seat but we don’t have time to set it up here” Becky’s Mom announced as she she tossed it into the open cargo space of her SUV then hit the trunk close button.   

Heather recognised her bag in the back of Ivy’s car and called out, “My bag… my bag… I need my bag please…” until Diane grabbed it, reopened the trunk of the SUV and tossed it in to join the carseat and diaper bag she had taken from the restaurant and the pack of diapers she had purchased at the minimart. “OK, we need to get moving” Diane turned and grabbed Heather under her armpits then swung her into the back seat of the SUV. “You can ride in Becky’s carseat until we can set your own up.” Pulling the five point seat harness over the small girls shoulders and adjusting them to fit snugly Diane chuckled, “you really are the perfect size to be Mommy’s little baby aren’t you.” In the commotion the comment was lost on Heather, her mind was on escape and she now had the back of the passenger seat blocking the view ahead as Becky’s Mom brought the leg strap up and snapped it into the buckle of the five point harness, her hand brushing across the spongy warm pull-up in the process. “Mommy doesn’t have time to change your pants right now little one, we will stop shortly and do that”.  The instructions kept coming thick and fast. “Becky, climb in past the baby and I will go around to the other side and fasten your seatbelt. That will have to do until we sort the carseats out.” Heather watched as the girl who had aided in her escape climbed into the SUV, worked her way between a pair of skinny legs and the back of the passenger seat before climbing up onto the backseat and shuffling over until she was sitting by the opposite window as the door was closed with a thump. The far side back door opening and Becky’s Mom’s head appearing signalled that the last job needed before they could leave was about to be done. The seatbelt was tugged down and buckled, the girl was still too short for it to be a good fit but it would do. “Keep your hands clear Becky… One more thing and we are good to go” Diane ordered as she slammed the door next to her daughter. From her raised position Heather watched as Becky’s Mom partially lowered the rear window on Ivy’s car, shut the door, remotely locked the doors then pushed the key fob through the partially open window so that it would be visible on the back sat of the locked car. Returning she climbed into the drivers seat of the SUV and cranked the engine. “ We are done, let’s get out of here girls before that woman claiming to be little Heather’s Aunty turns up.  

First reversing, then pulling forward the SUV with its three occupants moved toward the carpark exit only to have it blocked by am arriving fire truck. What until then had been looking like a clean getaway was now compromised. Leaning out the drivers side window Diane called to the fire crew asking them to move the truck and received a reply that brought a real sense of urgency to the moment. “We won’t be long. There is a woman trapped in the bathroom, it happens all the time, we will have her out before your little ones can count to ten.” Both Heather and Diane experienced rushes of adrenaline at the fireman’s reply as their fight or flight responses kicked in.

Secured in the carseat Heater looked out of the window and found herself directly in front of the entrance doors of the Burger Lion. “GO… GO…” she cried out in a panic as her bladder again betrayed her and filled the pull-up to the point of leaking. In the drivers seat Diane glanced to her right and saw the burly fireman who had just said they would be quick carrying a tool bag and entering the fast food restaurant.  

“Hold on girls Mommy needs to back up. Hitting the gas she reversed thirty feet, swung the steering wheel hard right and jumped on the throttle again. As the SUV surged forward it thrust Heather back in the hard shelled carseat reminding her of being in a jet for the first time she ever flew anywhere. Exiting the carpark through the side that was intended to be the entrance Diane straightened up, fifty yards down the road the light was red, slowing to make sure it was clear she turned right without stopping and lined up for the freeway entrance. Her heart racing she was careful not to break the speed limit or have a collision, the last thing she needed right now was to be stopped by a cop. Five minutes later they were southbound on the freeway, only then did she relax.

Back at the Burger Lion Ivy now free of her bathroom prison cell rushed to the booth were she had been sitting to find it empty. Perhaps Diane joined had joined the girls in the play land? Then she realised that the large pink diaper bag that was supposed to be her gift to Heather’s new parents was gone. In its place lay a plastic shopping bag from the Gas Station Minimart…  it was empty, except for a till receipt.

Fuel to Go & Minimart

Enfamil NeuroPro Powder Infant Formula - 27.4oz $51.99

Diapers Size 3 Toddler 24 count.                              $    11.73

Baby Wipes nursery scented.                                    $     3.27

Pacifier Size 3 - two pack.                                         $     3.97

Baby Bottles - Sureflow 2 pack.                               $     6.33

Bibs - toddler girls 4 pack.                                        $     4.02

Petroleum Jelly nursery scented.                             $     3.98

Glycerol suppositories (Infants).                              $     5.63

Enfamil Ready to Feed Infant Formula - 32 fl oz.  $   11.89

Total to pay.                                                                   $102.81

“What the…” Ivy said out loud, catching he outburst before the expletive slipped out. This looks like a shopping list for an expectant Momma, or new foster momma. Then she realised her car keys were in the now missing diaper bag. The hunter had become the hunted, confident that her latest delivery was going to plan Ivy had not seen it coming. She had been careless and trusted someone she didn’t know, now she was on the back foot. Delivery of the goods was scheduled for tomorrow night, that left her two options. Find Heather quickly or go back and get a different little from the tour that had arrived as she was preparing to check out. Something had been off about Diane, but she had dismissed it. Was it because she had her kindergarten age daughter with her, was that part of her ruse, or was it simply a spur of the moment decision to take off with Heather? Either way that wasn’t her immediate problem, she needed to find her car keys and if they were still in the diaper bag that would pinpoint where Diane now was. Opening an app on her mobile she pinged the token attached to her car keys. No way, she thought, when the icon showed her car keys keys were still close by, so close they were still in the car park by the look of it. Was Diane still there with the two girls? Perhaps I have been too hasty in judging her. Outside the Burger Lion she pinged the token again, this time it gave directions to where she had parked earlier.

Amazing job I look forward to reading more. I think Heather is in for a bumpy ride. I still smell that Heather is in a bad place. I have a idea I was thinking in a few chapters you should Heather get a picture taken by a baby photographer or a baby shower or Heather's new big sister treats Heather like a baby doll. 

[SGTbaby]

I am looking forward to when Heather realizes her mistake…that will be a head turner. I feel bad she trusted the wrong person again but maybe this is for the best.

[WBDaddy]

8 hours ago, Guilend said:

If she does go back, it probably won’t go as smoothly, it didn’t the first time around.

Yeah, she doesn't seem terribly good at her job.  If she does go back, I guarantee her lesson learned will be making sure she skips the pull-up and goes straight to some Crawler diapers so the kid can't go running off.

[Guilend]

29 minutes ago, WBDaddy said:

Yeah, she doesn't seem terribly good at her job.  If she does go back, I guarantee her lesson learned will be making sure she skips the pull-up and goes straight to some Crawler diapers so the kid can't go running off.

You’d think, but I feel that she wouldn’t learn from her mistakes. She will probably blame it on someone else. Which won’t do her any favors if she shows up without a little, regardless if she shows up willingly or not, if she starts making excuses and blaming others, most likely she will be seen as an immature Amazon at best and a spoiled child at worst. 

[Tracey]

On 10/29/2025 at 6:28 AM, Guilend said:

Now if Ivy does show up with a Little and is late, that could be a problem and it definitely will if she either doesn’t show up or shows up empty handed. Though if she does show up empty handed she might get off light if she can beg for mercy than if she’s dragged back. 

Ivy is a bit of an unknown, but she knows how the system works now and she has a contact at the hotel that she can always lean on, although I doubt she would get a second little without having to pay a price for her. Thanks for the feedback. 😁

On 10/29/2025 at 8:33 AM, codsterc10@msn.com said:

I have a idea I was thinking in a few chapters you should Heather get a picture taken by a baby photographer or a baby shower or Heather's new big sister treats Heather like a baby doll.

Great ideas, thankyou!

On 10/29/2025 at 3:10 PM, SGTbaby said:

I am looking forward to when Heather realizes her mistake…that will be a head turner. I feel bad she trusted the wrong person again but maybe this is for the best.

Mmm, but is it a mistake? 🤭

On 10/29/2025 at 3:14 PM, WBDaddy said:

On 10/29/2025 at 6:28 AM, Guilend said:

If she does go back, it probably won’t go as smoothly, it didn’t the first time around.

Yeah, she doesn't seem terribly good at her job.  If she does go back, I guarantee her lesson learned will be making sure she skips the pull-up and goes straight to some Crawler diapers so the kid can't go running off.

 

On 10/29/2025 at 3:14 PM, WBDaddy said:

All littles better make sure they don’t end up with WB Daddy unless being demoted back to crawler diapers is on their wish list! 

[Guilend]

40 minutes ago, Tracey said:

but she knows how the system works now and she has a contact at the hotel that she can always lean on,

Absolutely, I just think that contact wouldn’t be motivated into helping her. Heather was a problem and needed to be taken care of so Ivy was able to help. Now, you’re right, Ivy would have to pay for another Little and that’s IF the lady at the hotel and her colleagues doesn’t get hostile with her for returning without advance notice. Also they might not even sell Ivy another Little if they knew Heather was so easily “stolen” from Ivy. Especially after that lady told Ivy she better get Heather chipped. Also they might realize that Ivy is a trafficker and might not want to do business with her, either because she’s a trafficker or because Ivy had lied about why she wanted Dawn or Heather. Ivy has a bunch of choices to make and none of them come with low risk, most are very high risk. 

47 minutes ago, Tracey said:

Mmm, but is it a mistake?

The only reason I believe it’s a mistake is because the Amazon that has her now has an Amazon toddler. That could be bad on several levels. 

[Tracey]

3 hours ago, Guilend said:

The only reason I believe it’s a mistake is because the Amazon that has her now has an Amazon toddler. That could be bad on several levels. 

Imagine the possibilities….

3 hours ago, Guilend said:

Ivy has a bunch of choices to make and none of them come with low risk, most are very high risk. 

There is no doubt about that if she is to be successful in her mission.

[codsterc10@msn.com]

I was wondering when chapter 16 will be posted 

[Tracey]

Normally once a week, but a bonus chapter is about to land!

[Tracey]

16 - Hell have no fury like an Amazon scorned

Storming across the carpark Ivy saw her car was still parked exactly where she had left it. Well, as least that’s one problem I don’t have to worry about, it could have been worse, but if they had taken it at least I could have had the Police track it on the freeway license plate cameras. Now Im flying blind she ranted before remembering her car keys were in the diaper bag and they had a wifi eTag attached.  Bingo, I’ve got them she laughed putting her purse on the hood of her car and activating the eTag app on her phone. Almost immediately it pinged with a response, her phone and the eTag a few milliseconds part… what the… how can that be… checking the app the it was showing the eTag was less than five feet away. Habit made her check the ignition… no keys… then the drivers seat… no keys…the trunk maybe, were they in the lock for the trunk? Walking behind the car she checked… no keys… and the can’t be in the trunk because thats got the faraday cage shielding… so where are they? Pacing around the car as previous minutes ticked by it came to her the car, she must have dropped the keys, well that’s her misfortune for being careless and my good luck. On her knees she looked under the car…. still no keys. Damn… where are those bloody keys, they are here somewhere? Scraping he knee as she stood her anger surfaced… when I find that bloody little she ins’t going to be able to sit down for a week. The back seat… thats the only place I haven’t looked… and as luck would have it rear passenger side window which and a dark tint the partly open but not enough to get her hand through. “What the…” she exclaimed, the carseat that she had purchased for the little to ride in was no longer in the back seat, it was gone, in its place sat her car keys, fully visible but out of her reach, taunting her like candy in a candystore. 

“Mamm, can I help you? You look pretty stressed?”

Turning Ivy saw the same fireman that had rescued her from the locked bathroom inside the Burger Lion. “Thank goodness you are still here… the little I was babysitting, she has been snatched and the woman who took her has stolen her diaper bag and carseat, left this passenger side rear window partly open,  locked my car them tossed the kegs back in through the window.” The story was only partly true and Ivy knew it, she was desperate, and desperation called for desperate measures. 

A second foreman had arrived and heard the story, without further information he was on his radio calling an abducted little into the dispatcher, “can you describe the person who took her?”

“A blond, she is a blond, about my height, late twenties, early thirties, her name … D something… Daphne… Doreen… no Daphne.., that was it Daphne.”

“What does your little you were babysitting look like…”

“Mousy brown hair, fair skin, about the size of an Amazon toddler, she also looks like one with her flat chest.”

The fireman’s radio cracked into life as the dispatcher sought more information. “What was the little wearing?”

“Mamm? Your little’s clothes? What was she wearing?”

“Oh… let me think… yes… white leather sandals and a sundress with puffy sleeves and a rocking horse print around the hem.”

“Diapers?”

“No… pullups… she is in pull-ups.”

“Was there anyone else with the woman.”

“A girl… a kindergartener… just started grade school I think.”

“Potty trained?”

“Yes… yes… the woman… she said the girl was her daughter… and that she was now in big girls panties… she didn’t have a diaper bag or anything like that so I’m assuming that was the case.”

“Are you missing anything else Mamm, did this woman take anything else that belongs to you?”

“My little’s bag… she took my little’s bag and her carseat.”

“Can you describe them for us?”

“Her carseat, it was pink and forward facing, BabySafe, its made by BabySafe and its new, Her Mom just purchased it for her when she graduated to be forward facing.”

“And the bag, what sort of bag is it and what did it contain?”

“It’s a diaper bag, pink, although she is now in pull-ups so there are no diapers in it… its baby pink, like her carseat… it has pull-ups, baby wipes and a change of clothes, another sundress, different to the one she is wearing, instead its a pinafore stye with an lions, giraffes and monkeys print and adjustable overall-style straps that make it easy to adjust. There is also a yellow t-shirt to go with it.”

“Dispatch… this is Truck Foxtrot Five One… did you get all that?”

“Roger Foxtrot Five One… info passed to Police on our shared datalink and they are on the road.”

…..

“Where are we going?” Heather asked from the backseat. “I need to get home today, can you take me to the portal?” When her request was met by a deathly silence she tried again, “please… you need to help me… please...”

Eventually Becky’s Mommy did speak. “I have been helping since I saw you at the gas station bathroom little one, I knew you needed me that’s why I followed you into the Burger Lion, and that  won’t change, but if this is going to work and we are going to get away from that woman who took you earlier, I need you to cooperate with me.”

What! First she had been abducted by crazy Ivy then driven to tears and panic, and now another Amazon was saying she needed to cooperate with her. If Becky’s Mommy really was helping her why wasn’t she listening and trying to see it as it really was. Cooperate or push back that was the question she pondered as two police cars sped past at twice their speed sirens blaring and lights flashing. “And if I don’t want too, then what? Heather looked for a way out as the car slowed and pulled over into a roadside layby. Diane meanwhile had her mind fixed on the prize that was now looking like it might be ripped from her grasp. 

“Well if you don’t then our time together is likely to be short lived, those two Police cars that just raced past have set up a road block ahead and are checking cars. If it was my guess I’d say Ivy is free, has called the Police and claimed you have been abducted. We aren’t going to get through that roadblock without a disguise, either you cooperate with me and play along or resign yourself to the fact that the Police will take you back to the woman you were with at the Burger Lion. 

All Heather could think about was what the Amazon wanted her to do, hoping that it wasn’t what Ivy had promised her new parents would give her. The fact that Diane did actually look to be holding back now concerned her. What was she scheming to get past the Police roadblock. Restrained in the carseat she fretted while the new woman got her daughter out of the car and took her around to the back of the SUV where the trunk was opened. “But Mummy, I don’t want to wear that she heard the girl complaining only to be told that she had no choice in the matter and needed to play along to be safe. Rustling of plastic followed by the girls complaints being silenced, all that could be heard now was clothing being changed and a bag being unzipped. 

“Ok, shoes on and you are good to go… keep that in until we are past the Police roadblock and they won’t ask you any questions.” When Becky appeared at the open door Heather did a double take, she looked completely different. Her strawberry shortcake sundress was gone, replaced by a pair of boys shorts that bulged with padded underwear. A light blue t-shirt with a dinosaur print emblazoned with the words Dinosaur Roar completed the new outfit and tears ran down her face. If she didn’t know any better Heather would have sworn it was a toddler boy with longer hair that she was now looking at, surely wearing boys clothes wasn’t that bad she thought, why was Becky crying? Taking a closer look as Diane fitted the carseat that had come from Ivy’s car into the SUV where Becky had been sitting the facts were revealed, a blue pacifier with a fish bobbed up and down in Becky’s mouth and the unmistakable telltale sign of plastic coated underwear peeked out of the top of her shorts where the t-shirt had ridden up. It was as clear as daylight, she had been diapered in the trunk of the SUV by her Mom! Looking back at Diane struggling with the carseat Heather saw that it was being fitted reverse facing, there was no way Becky would fit in it like that, had she made a mistake in her haste?

“One down, one to go,” Diane announced as she released Heather from the carseat and lifted her out. “Ok Becky, you can climb up here where the baby has been riding and wait, Mommy will be back to adjust the straps again to fit you as soon as she has the baby sorted.”

WTF Heater realised, the woman had just referred to her twice as ‘the baby’. The day was quickly spiralling out of control. While the woman carrying her did sound genuine, her words were the exact opposite of what she wanted to hear and a pang of regret dug into her heart. Diane for her part looked surprised. “I’m not going to hurt you Heather, but that woman you were with would have told the Police that I was a blond with two girls, a kindergartener and a toddler. We will need to all be disguised to get past that police roadblock, Becky now looks like a toddler boy who is still at preschool and this will work for me,” she declared changing her top for another then pulling a red wig over her blond locks. “Now we just need to get you sorted. For starters, that cute toddler sundress with rocking horses on the hem is far too obvious, Ivy will have described that in detail, it will have to go.

Perched on her soggy bottom in the trunk of the SUV Heather put her hands up to block the midday sun from her eyes as the sundress Ivy had put her in at the hotel was tugged over her head and tossed into the shopping bag from the Burger Lion which she could see already contained the clothes Becky had been wearing earlier. The top Becky’s mom had been wearing followed. Now naked apart from a soggy pull-up she began to panic as Diane took command of the situation like a seasoned professional, much more than Ivy had been at the hotel. “Back you go… lay down… and don’t move”she issued commands like a drill sargent. “That pull-up is soaked, I’m surprised it didn’t leak but we won’t be making that mistake again.” What came next was the scenario Heather had worked so hard to avoid over the past week of her vacation. “Right little one, let’s get some dry pants on Mommy’s baby girl, we have a full afternoons drive ahead and I’m not intending to stop.” As she lay naked on her back Heather could not avoid the sight of the pack of baby diapers that had come from the gas station minimart make a reappearance. Diane ripped the plastic packaging open and extracted a folded object that looked like it was the size of a book. “Oh, these are cute, when Becky was in baby diapers they were all boring white plastic backing without a stretchy waistband and no leg gathers. These disposables are going to be just perfect for your disguise and what Mommy has in mind.” Shaking the diaper open Diane smiled, “Oh, how cute is that, the pink waistband and elastic leg gathers are adorable for a little Babygirl like you.”

Seeing what Becky’s Mom had in mind Heather tried to sit up but was easily held down with a large Amazon hand on her torso. “No… no… please I don’t need a diaper, I’m not a baby… I’m actually eighteen.”

With one hand on the small girl to stop her rolling  away Diane went about her task with military precision, making sure she had the essentials in easy reach. A clean disposable diaper - tick, baby wipes - tick, barrier cream to protect baby's skin from diaper rash - tick, a plastic diaper sack for the wet pullup and used baby wipes - tick. As the sides of the pull-up were torn apart and the front dropped between her skinny legs Heather felt exposed to the world. Then, with a handful of nursery scented wet wipes her privates were wiled clean without Diane blinking an eyelid. “We will let your cute little bottom air-dry naturally for a few moments” she said, patting it dry with a soft flannelette cotton square of cloth she had pulled from another bag of clothes that was in the cargo space. It looked familiar with a pink selvedge line but she couldn’t recall why as her brain was over whelmed with a surge of new information place. Squirming to get away a light smack on her bare bottom got Heather’s full attention. “Stop wriggling and be good for Mommy while she puts barrier cream on your bottom so you don’t get a diapee rash.” Through teary eyes Heather had no choice in the matter as a thin layer of the sticky white barrier cream was rubbed on her bare bottom. There was no pause before the next step commenced, Heather held out in hope that it wasn’t what the now opened pink plastic wrapped package claimed it to be, size 3 crawler diapers, that hope instantaneously evaporating when the white folded rectangle that had already been extracted from the now opened package was unfolded. In the amazon woman’s hands it rustled like a plastic bag, it might be cute in Becky’s Mom’s eyes but to Heather it was like watching a death sentence being commuted as the plastic backed diaper designed for an actual Amazon baby was then slid under her raised bottom. Becky’s Mom’s next words further cemented Heather’s fall from grace. “Oh, Mommy almost forgot,” she merrily chanted reaching into the pink diaper bag that had been stolen from Ivy at the Burger Lion extracting a small box and a tub of vaseline nursery jelly. “This won’t take a minute then I will finish getting you dressed.” 

Pedia something the box proclaimed, Heather had no idea what the box contained as she could only read part of  the writing. Once opened, she watched as Becky’s Mom retrieved what looked like a bullet for a toy pistol and dipped the pointy end into the tub of nursery petroleum jelly. Next her ankles were grabbed by Diane’s free hand and her legs pushed back over her head, she wriggled in an attempt to get away as the now greased pointy end of the object was inserted into her puckered rectum and pushed in past the anal schinter with a finger. As it forced its way in she unsuccessfully tried to expel it before a cool sensation began to run through her bowels. “Its cold, what is it, I don’t like it” she complained. 

“Just a little something to help with your disguise if the Police get suspicious” Becky’s Mommy mischievously smiled as she pulled the front half of the disposable diaper up through Heather’s skinny legs to her tummy before spreading it out. Unfolding one of the tabs and pulling it across the girl’s tummy she stuck it down. Repeating the exercise with the second tab she ran a finger under each of the elasticated leg cuffs then smiled. “All done, your diapee is snug to prevent any leaks but not so tight that it pinches. Shall we see what’s in your suitcase that will be good for you to wear? The question was rhetorical and Heather knew it. 

“Oh my,” Diane chuckled a she inspected the bubble romper that unknown to her Stacy the tour guide had put in Heather’s suitcase last night. Stacy had thought it looked cute, now in the light of day Diane though it looked adorable. Holding it up against the small girl who was wearing nothing more than a  disposable diaper she chuckled. That looks like it will be a perfect fit little one, but it’s not going to work for us go get past that Police roadblock. Tossing it back in the suitcase she retrieved a pink t-shirt with an applique, ‘Mommy’s Little Angel’ splashed across the front in cursive script for anyone who cared to read it. “This will do,” she smiled. Slipping the t-shirt over the girl’s head she took a breath and relaxed, drama over, the disguise was coming together nicely. “These diapers fit you perfectly baby girl, perhaps Mommy will need to get you some more of them with you being the same size as an actual baby in our dimension… because if you haven’t worked it out yet I’m sure you soon will, diapers are going to be a permanent feature of your wardrobe from now on.” With the disguise complete Diane lifted the portal little from the cargo space and carried her to the side of the SUV that now contained a rearward facing carseat. 

In a t-shirt, disposable diaper and with her feet now bare Heather felt like she wasn’t dressed properly, why was this woman doing this to her? She and promised to help and now she was being worse than Ivy who had threatened her with a diaper at the hotel but then let her wear a pull-up. “Why can’t I have panties or another pull-up” she quizzed Becky’s Mom. 

“It’s simple baby, the Police will be looking for a blond woman with two girls, a toddler and a kindergartener, we need to be disguised to fool them, my hair is now red, Becky looks like a boy who is a preschooler who isn’t yet potty trained and you my little bundle of joy in just a t-shirt and a diaper riding in a rearward facing carseat with your baba will look like an eighteen month old Amazon baby.”

Becky’s Mom was right and Heather knew it. The woman already looked completely different with red hair and a pink camisole top that showed off her full breasts like a cigarette smoking trailer trash Mom. Becky no longer looked like a girl who was a kindergartener and her own disguise which she detested had the effect the woman had set out to achieve, she looked and felt like an Amazonian baby. On the horns of a dilemma she made her choice, “I don’t like being disguised as a baby, but if it will get us past the Police roadblock then I will go along with it… as long as you promise to change me again as soon as we are past the roadblock.”

The real test was about to begin, Diane knew it and she needed the girl to cooperate. “There is a town about thirty minutes away Little one, I promise, Mommy will change you as soon as we get there.” 

“Ok, I will do it,” Heather agreed as she studied Becky’s disguise, the green elasticated waistband of a diaper peeking out of the top of the boys shorts at the side and a triangle of the white plastic top sheet at the front. Had Her Mom planned this all along, was it fate or was it deliberate? Why did she have toddler boys clothes that would fit her daughter in her SUV? There were too many unanswered questions and she needed answers. “Where did those get boys clothes come from?”?

Diane laughed, the little was inquisitive she would give her that much. “One of my girlfriends has a toddler boy, I babysit for her one afternoon a week while she teaches at the hospital. Danny isn’t yet potty trained so I keep a bag of spare clothes and a couple of diapers for him in the car for when we are running errands or going to the park in case he springs a leak. It’s a good thing he is the same size as Becky, its not the first time she has worn his clothes and diapers and I’m sure it wont be the last.”

“OK, that all makes sense, I will play along, just don’t let the Police take me back to Ivy.”

“Two more things cutie pie and we will be ready to go,” Diane asserted. “Just like your older sister we don’t need you talking to the Police and Mommy has a plan for that.” Returning to the cargo space she took one of the bottles that had been purchased at the gas station minimart, filled it with the Enfamil Ready to Feed Infant Formula, gave it a good shake then returned to the carseat that held her prize and teased the girl’s quivering lips with the now milky silicone nipple.

Pushing the nipple out with her tongue Heather made her complaint known, “aargh.. its yuk, if you knew what this tastes like you would understand why babies cry.”

“Really, indulge me then,” Diane cooed as she plugged the girl’s mouth with the dripping nipple for a second time and held the bottle in place until air bubbles appeared inside it as the baby milk was drained. For Heather it had a metallic taste, a strange sweetness, and a consistency reminiscent of diluted chalk. Why does baby formula taste so bad she wondered as her tummy filled and began to churn. 

While Diane knew that the advertising said that infant formula was balanced and healthy for little ones it said nothing about the sickly sweet metallic taste. With the girl now nursing the bottle she smiled, the threat of her being found by the Police and returned to the little trafficker at the Burger Lion had worked a treat. The small portal little had cooperated, she had lay on her back in the cargo space of the SUV, let her bottom be covered in barrier creme, had willingly let a baby diaper be snugly taped on and was now nursing a baby bottle. The disguises were complete, Becky now looked like a boy who was still at preschool, the teeny weenie portal little now looking much younger than she really was and a near perfect match against an amazon baby of eighteen months. Returning to the cargo space she rooted through the pink diaper bag and found the items that Ivy had put in there, five pull-ups, a pinafore stye sundress with a lions, giraffes and monkeys print and a yellow t-shirt. Taking the change of clothes she added them to the bag of spare clothes that belonged to her sister’s kid and zipped it closed. ‘Done’ she chuckled, ‘as easy as taking candy from a baby’. Grabbing the plastic bag that contained the wet pullup that the little had been wearing she dumped it in a nearby bin. Back in her SUV she started the engine, “Becky, make sure that paci stays in your mouth when we get stopped an don’t say anything, the same goes for you Heather, you need to look and act like your disguise, you are a baby now so make sure that you are nursing your bottle… it needs to be half empty by the time we get to the roadblock … and let me do the talking.”

Roadblock 

With the little now safely secured in the rear facing carseat nursing on a baby bottle Diane turned her attention to Becky who’s own carseat safety harness straps had been reconfigured at the Burger Lion to fit the little who was for all intends and purposes now disguised as an Amazon baby. The straps needed readjusting for Becky, she was bigger than the little… bigger than the little… how ironic was that… her own six year old daughter who was a kindergartener was bigger than the little who claimed to be eighteen years old, she might be eighteen but if the clothes and diapers she was now wearing were anything to go by it was eighteen months not years! Two of her girlfriends had littles, they were small for sure but they had the body proportions of tiny adults.This one was positively petite and flat chested. In a disposable diaper, t-shirt, nursing a pacifier and strapped into a rearward facing carseat she looked like an actual Amazon baby. There was no way she would pass for a kindergartener against her Amazonian equivalents… nope… nadda… never… babyhood… babyhood… she was headed for babyhood… there was no doubt about that. 

Against the the rumble of tyres on the blacktop Heather could hear the car radio belting out another tune as she rode backwards for the first time in her life that she could remember.

Isn't she tiny

Isn't she wonderful

Isn't she precious

Eighteen months old

I never thought I would find her 

As lovely as she is

Isn't she lovely, in her diaper

Isn't she a cutie pie

Mommy’s little angel

Mommy is so happy

Mommy has been heaven blessed

Baby girl, baby girl
She’s Mommy’s precious little baby girl
A diapered angel and she knows it 
Sent from Terra to be Mommy’s diapered little baby girl….

The car had stopped and the radio volume turned down. A mans voice could now be heard at the drivers window. A mirror, there was a mirror in the cargo compartment that Heather had not seen before, now reflected in it she saw a Police uniform talking to the woman driver. Her pulse sped up and her tummy rumbled, the cold sensation that had filled her bottom now replaced by spasms that she could not control. Stuck in the carseat there was nothing she could do but hope as the spasms took over and the pressure in her bottom became unbearable. Fuck… whats happening to me she thought trying to clench her anal sphincter muscle as her body now on auto pilot delivered another spasm and with it a log of poop was partly expelled into the waiting diaper before she could stop the inevitable from happening. Before she had hoped that she would not be found by the Police and returned to Ivy, now she hoped that the Police wouldn’t find her because if they did she would be in a dirty diaper. Distracted by another spasm and her bowel muscles now with a mind of their own she gasped and strained against the harness of the carseat, managing to lift her padded bottom away clear of the carseat as the semi soft log of warm poop was fully expelled by another muscle contraction. Now it felt like she had a banana stuffed inside her pants, it sat there refusing to move as the reality of her situation hit home as she sank back into the carseat and the warm log was compressed between the disposable diaper and her unblemished skin. 

“Can you open the rear window please Mamm,” the Police Sargent requested. “We are looking for a woman with two girls, a little the size of a toddler and a kindergartener.” 

“Sure thing Sargent, I’ve got two kiddos of my own back there but they are not who you are looking for.”

“Just open the window Mamm, lets us be the judge of that.”

Her face flushed Heather turned her head to look out at the same time as a young Policewoman peered into the back seat though the open window. 

“Hello Cutie, my aren’t you a big girl feeding yourself.” The comment almost causing Heather to choke on a mouthful of the sickly baby formula. “Your baby has a red face Mamm. If I’m not mistaken I’d say that she is pooping her diaper so we won’t hold you up any longer than necessary.”

“Oh, thanks… and sorry about that. She hasn’t been interested in potty training so I’m stuck changing diapers for the foreseeable future.”

With a smile the young Constable carried on with her inspection. “My sister has the same thing going on with her kid, she has given up on the potty training and gone back to full time diapers so you aren’t the only Mom with that problem.”

Taking the opportunity to distract the Constable from her task Diane added her two cents worth. “Well the way my one is going she will be getting married in diapers,” 

Laughter filled the car as the Constable learned in further and eyeballed the second passenger, an older toddler boy who also had a diaper on under his shorts. “Mamm… your baby is a cutie already so Im sure you wont have to worry about still being in diapers when its time for her to start kindergarten.” The Constable’s remarks were like a dagger being thrust into Heather’s heart, she wasn’t a baby and she didn’t need diapers, although the way she was now dressed, the fact that she was nursing on a bottle of baby formula and had just filled her pants did nothing to dispel the myth. It was time to come clean. Taking the bottle from her mouth she was about to spill the beans when the Constable reached in again through the open window, picked up the warm bottle and plugged her mouth with the milky nipple. “There you go cutie pie, your baba is almost done, be a good girl and finish it for your Mama.” 

With the baby bottle held up Heather had no choice as the warm milk dripped through the fast flow nipple, she had to swallow, and with each swallow another jet of warm sickly baby formula filled her mouth. “All good back here Sarge, a baby-girl and a toddler boy, they don’t fit the description of who we are looking for.”

“Just the cargo space to check Mamm, then you can be on your way, can you release the hatch please?”

With the first part of the search done Diane reluctantly depressed the cargo hatch button, the rear hatch back slowly opening under the control of the hydraulic shock absorbers as the Policewoman walked around to the back of the SUV before taking stock of its contents. A flat cotton diaper that had been laid out and used as a diaper change mat, baby wipes, a blue back pack, a large pink diaper bag, an opened pack of crawler size amazon baby diapers and a baby pram. “Looks like it all matches with what the driver has told us Sarge, she wouldn’t need a baby pram or amazon baby diapers if she had a little that was the size of an amazon toddler and an actual amazon kindergartener.”

“Check the pink diaper bag Constable, see if its contents match anything what the woman reported as missing, you are looking for pull-ups, a pinafore stye sundress with a lions, giraffes and monkeys print, a yellow t-shirt and another amazon toddler sundress with a rocking horse print.” 

When the female police constable closed the cargo space hatch and called out ‘nothing here Sarge’ Diane relaxed thinking she was in the clear. The disguises had worked, they were about to pass through the roadblock and would be on their way. That was until the Sargent in charge put her back in the hot seat. “We saw you stopped at the roadside rest area back there, what was that all about?”

Edited October 31, 2025 by Tracey
Chapter 16 - Hell have no fury like an Amazon scorned

[Guilend]

I kind of hope they get caught. Hopefully the s Amazon ends up sitting in the back of a police car wearing a shirt, diaper and red butt. Then as she sucks on a pacifier she uncontrollably fills her diaper because they gave her two of the same suppositories she gave Heather. 

[Tracey]

7 minutes ago, Guilend said:

I kind of hope they get caught.

Diane seems to be more organised than Ivy, perhaps its because she has already had her own kid and has six years of mothering practice to call on.

[Guilend]

4 minutes ago, Tracey said:

Diane seems to be more organised than Ivy, perhaps its because she has already had her own kid and has six years of mothering practice to call on.

True, but no one is perfect. Though I feel that female officer didn’t even do a good job. The moment she saw two diapered babies, she quit even really looking, she just went through the actions and that’s it. Though, as an ex security officer, this happens often. Once the officer is convinced the person is good, they just go through the actions and can possibly even miss any evidence in plain sight after they’re convinced. 

[WBDaddy]

Feels like this chapter was in a big hurry to come out, because your formatting is kinda all over the place, especially the inner thoughts part.  I'm sure a second read and some tweaking would make it right as rain, though.  Keep going with the story.   

In truth, the formatting errors and such kinda feel like your brain was moving at the same pace as this rather frenetic situation, the cops are after us, we gotta hide, but dammit why can't I just hide instead of pretending to be the exact thing I'm trying to avoid?!  

So I get it.  I've been in that rhythm before, where it's a really intense situation and I start losing mechanics because we just have to get there!

[Tracey]

5 hours ago, Guilend said:

Once the officer is convinced the person is good, they just go through the actions and can possibly even miss any evidence in plain sight after they’re convinced. 

This what is known as ‘confirmation bias’. 😀

3 hours ago, WBDaddy said:

Feels like this chapter was in a big hurry to come out, because your formatting is kinda all over the place, especially the inner thoughts part.  I'm sure a second read and some tweaking would make it right as rain, though.  Keep going with the story. 

You are right, the pressure was on for a new chapter and It is being written on an ipad which isn't that great for creating a document. Definitely an opportunity for tweaking now before writing the next chapter. 🧐

[SGTbaby]

Awesome chapter! I wonder if they have a detector for the diaper bag or something or something like that.  I think the road stop is easily explained and my guess is she will have a ready excuse.  Heather will also get in trouble fwith or having said or tried to say something.  I look forward to more!!

[Tracey]

2 hours ago, SGTbaby said:

Awesome chapter! I wonder if they have a detector for the diaper bag or something or something like that.  I think the road stop is easily explained and my guess is she will have a ready excuse

If Diane had taken Ivy's car keys which had been in the diaper bag they would have been trackable on her mobile phone app. The road stop, well we will have to wait and see! 

[codsterc10@msn.com]

Amazing job I look forward to reading more. I have a bad feeling the police will find anything, but we will see and plus I still think the Amazon that Heather is with i think daine is a bad person that is going to keep Heather in diapers forever