Undercover Tour: A Tale from the Diaper Dimension Chapters 3, 4, and Epilogue by Sofia Hammerstein

Travis Foster is a retired Navy Seal working for a Private Investigation firm. His firm has been contracted by the National Inquisitive magazine to look into the odd allegations about travelers to the new dimension. Discovered just a few years ago, stories abound about fantastic technology, and giant humans make it sound like a utopia. Unofficially many disturbing allegations have arisen that they hope he can investigate. Can he successfully get to the bottom of those rumors and bring back evidence to refute or substantiate them...? (Story set in the Diaper Dimension)

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The Legal Stuff: Exchanged © 2017-2025 By Sofia Hammerstein
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.
 
 

This work is, first and foremost, a work of Adult Baby Diaper Lover (ABDL) Fiction. If diapers, bottles, and babying of adults are not your cup of tea, I would advise you to move on to another work. However, if those don’t offend you, I hope you will enjoy this tale! This is the second of two non-TG tales I need to share here to set up my next novel length work I'll post, 'Seems Too Good.'
 
 

Chapter 3:
 

THE DRIVE LASTED for about another half-hour or so. I kept waiting for an opening to fight my way free the entire time. The two seemed to be absolute pros, though, because they maintained solid physical control of my body even when we stopped. I looked at the building that said, ‘Tippy Toes Private Learning Academy for Littles’ in a happy pastel script. Instead of a chain-link fence along the side of this one, it featured barb wire!

‘This is not good,’ I thought to myself.

One of them managed to lock their arms completely around me and carried me to the door. The driver unlocked the door, and I struggled again to get free. My ass was smacked then, “Stop that, or I’ll make you really pay!”

“Let me go!”

They just laughed at me and carried me further into the facility. At a desk, a lady looked at them, “This the one you called about?”’

“Yes, we need him taken care of fully - he’s tall enough to be a preschooler, but take him down mentally to no older than an infant. No toddling involved.”

“Sounds good!” The lady said and pressed a button to call on her phone.

Then, I made one last attempt to use my teeth to bite at the Amazon’s neck but was shocked when all that earned me was a shout. “It told you to behave!” The woman said. Somehow even though I scrambled as much as I could with my body, she knelt down and placed me on top of her knee.

‘She’s not going to…?’

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The lady smacked my ass like the ones we had trained against did. I had long since lost the need to cry about pain, but damn, did this hurt!

She kept going on, and on, and on.

“Come on damnit, why aren’t you crying?!?!” She said as she continued.

“Sometimes we get littles like that. Just go ahead and leave him to me?” A lady asked.

I was sat upright and passed to a new lady. She was blonde and had a body like a gorgeous model on the cover of some parenting magazine under the label ‘ultimate mom.’ My clothing had been essentially ripped to shreds through the struggle of the spanking… beating… I was basically naked next to a dream woman. My body reacted accordingly, and she laughed, “Aren’t you ambitious!”

“You have him, Irma?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Why didn’t he cry?” The lady asked, “I think my hand hurts more than he does.”

“First of all, he’s a Betweener, so you have to remember it takes more to break them. But also, look at his body - there’s a tattoo here. It’s one of their military markings. So he may very well have been through worse than you can give.”

“How are you going to handle him then?”

“I don’t need beatings,” the lady said enigmatically. I wanted to make one last break for it, but something in my brain told me I might get more out of this now if I stopped struggling for a bit. “I can already tell this little guy knows who his new nanny is. So he’ll wait a bit before he acts up.”

She laughed at me and had the nerve to tickle me. Right then, something really embarrassing happened all over her blouse. “Well, that’s a first. Guess we better get a diaper on you, huh!” She said to me.

I was carried in a tight grasp from that room and told, “I will break you. How much pain you endure and other punishments are up to you.”

‘Fuck you!’ was in my head, but I decided to more diplomatically state as I suddenly remembered the camera and began recording, “Give me your best shot.”

She laughed, “I was expecting curse words, not a challenge. First thing for you will be getting you into the system.”

To my surprise, she placed me down on what I thought was a countertop along the side of the hall. I thought this might have been my chance to run until something zapped me on my bottom and held me down like I’d been electrocuted.

“See you on the other side, baby boy,” the woman sadistically said to me while I suddenly felt my surface begin to move.

‘I’m on a damn conveyor belt,’ I thought. It pulled me into the wall and down some chute and then stopped. The charge that was holding me turned off, and I had just about managed to move again when some crazy fake hands attached to those robotic extendo-arms grabbed my body and forced me down on my back. Light from some scanner rolled over my body and said, “Unauthorized follicle growth detected, skin pigmentation detected, correcting.”

I tried to move, but to no avail, as I suddenly felt like I was in a rock concert! Lasers started popping up from every side of me, moving around. I felt my skin grow insanely hot as they turned on and off all over my body. ‘What the fuck? Are they removing all of my hair?!?’ I groaned. Right then, the skin over my trident tattoo also began burning, ‘bastards are taking my tat?!?!’

I was forced to sit there for what felt like an eternity! Pain coursed through my skin as all of my body hair was systematically burned away except my head and eyebrows. Finally, after about five minutes of pain, my body was flipped over, and my back, butt, and back of legs were done.

I hoped they were done with torture, but I could see another arm approaching me with a long rod. ‘What’s that…?’

“Checking new arrival’s vitals,” the computerized voice said.

I barely had time to even consider rectal thermometers even still existed when it was shoved up my ass! The discomfort stayed for far too long before removing itself. “Arrival’s temperature nominal.”

Suddenly the conveyor began moving again while the electric hold on my body continued to fray my nerves.

The electricity was suddenly released not too far down the tunnel. I tried to push myself up and run when I realized there was nothing to push!

I landed face down in a large tub of water with glass aquarium sides that went to the ceiling. More of those weird hands came down and began scrubbing my skin. ‘A bath now?!?’ I didn’t scream solely to not give the bitch the satisfaction! I was dismayed as I saw my tattoos and body hair were gone. They even removed all of my moles too! As I sat there, the toll on my skin from my beating, the burning of my skin with frickin lasers, shoving things up my ass, and the course scrubbing made my body feel like it was on fire! Just as I was about to lose it and give in to screaming, those hands grabbed onto me.

I had a moment of mild clarity as I looked at them. I noted that the flesh was the same shape as a human hand… and Amazon in size. They had a superior ability to grip too, and I soon realized that I had no chance of prying myself free as I was pulled into the air. A second later, I found myself placed on my back with the field activated again, the belt pulling me down the chute further. Soon I came to another section with even more of those freaky hands. I counted eight briefly as four held my hands and shoulders down. Two more grabbed onto my ankles, and two got to work with some sort of lotion rubbed all over the front of my body. That went on for a minute or so before I was flipped over, and my back was rubbed down. ‘If this wasn’t so terrifying, this part would actually feel good,’ I admitted. Suddenly I felt a needle enter my right arm not far from where we’d inserted the receiver for the pictures. I wondered if I’d just been injected with a tracking device or something when I was then flipped back onto my back.

The smell that reached my nose made me realize it was baby lotion, and the bottom really left the pit of my stomach, as I certainly knew what was coming now. Sure enough, like a baby, my legs were pushed up to my chest as a white rectangle was opened up underneath my ass. Next, the arms pushed my legs down again as baby powder was sprayed with a nozzle all over my groin. Finally, my legs were unceremonially raised again, and my butt was sprayed. Placing them down one more time, I watched helplessly as the diaper was taped shut with a very foreboding sound.

‘I will make it out of here one way or another!’ I told myself, though, as it prepared to move me forward to the next stage. I assumed this stop would probably be clothing… I was right as my body was grabbed and manipulated into a shirt pulled down past my butt. It didn’t take me long to realize I’d been secured into a baby’s creeper shirt. Printed on the front were simple baby footprints walking across it in a rainbow assortment of colors. The mechanical hands then forced my hands into some weird pink mittens that I puffed out like a set of boxing gloves. I wondered if I would get pants or something, but apparently, that wasn’t to be because the lighting grew brighter, and I was at the end of the road.

“Now, don’t you just look like the perfect little baby boy?” The woman cooed at me as she grabbed me.

I was about to let loose the swear word she expected earlier when something was shoved in my mouth. A pacifier? I thought as I saw a mirror reflecting an image of me. I tried to spit it out, but suddenly she twisted the button on the end, causing it to inflate - filling my mouth completely! I could feel it push on my teeth, and the distance between my jaws hurt like a son-of-a-bitch!!!

I tried struggling again, and she laughed, “Oh, I hope you don’t think you can do anything to me?” Irma crowed. “You’re not the first I’ve broken like you, and you won’t be the last. Now I think you probably need a good nap right now, so we’re going to go set you down in your crib. You can keep struggling all you want, but you won’t be leaving here until you’re ready to meet your new mommy!”

I gave up struggling and chewing on the pacifier for the moment again. My captor carried me down a hallway and into a room with sixteen cribs lined up next to each. I was brought to an empty crib covered in teddy bear bedding. Next to mine was another that held a woman who looked as despondent as I felt. The pacifier in her mouth seemed locked in place for her too. Before I could pay too much more attention to her, I was placed down to stand on my legs. The crib was tall enough that I could only just graze my fingertips across the top. I chose not to make a blatant attempt right then as she placed me down.

Suddenly, the pillow between my legs became more noticeable, and I was knocked off balance when she barely pushed me.

“Fuck,” I tried to say.

“I’m going to assume that wasn’t a naughty word?” The woman asked me. “If it was, we would have to punish you some more?”

I shook my head.

“Well, good, now you should take a nap right now, but I’m not going to give you anything to force it. IF you’re still awake by lunchtime, I’m sure your lunch will take care of putting you to sleep.”

I blinked at her, and she looked over at the other girl. “Has little Becky gone poopy in her diapee?”

She pulled the girl’s dress practically off and looked in the back of her diaper. “No poopies yet?” She said, cooing at her, “Well then, let’s help you out, so you don’t get sick!”

I watched the woman take the girl out of her crib and wondered what she would do to her. The girl squirmed in vain to getaway. A changing table stood in the open not far from my crib, and I wasn’t left with any questions about where she was taking her. Instead, I watched with morbid fascination as her diaper was yanked off, and she was turned over with her stomach on the changing table. A strap was used across her midsection, and she began struggling with her feet and arms.

“Well, let’s just tie these handsees and feetsees down, huh?” I watched as the woman was tied down, and she grabbed something from underneath the table. “Let’s just get you some good medicine! This may not feel good right away, but you’re going to feel so much better when those poopies are all out! Not going poopies for two days is a no-no around here, sweetie!”

I watched in horror as the lady pulled out something that I guessed was a huge enema that she pushed up her rear. I felt my own rear sympathetically remembered that damn thermometer a short while ago. The girl struggled more, and I began to hear cries from her even through the pacifier. The lady continued pushing whatever it was up inside the poor woman for several minutes before flipping her over and putting a diaper back on her. “We’ll put these plastic panties around you too, just in case of any leakies. I’ll come to check on you and our new baby boy at lunchtime!”

Following a gut feeling, I laid down and closed my eyes to act like I’d been compliant.

The girl moaned and cried even through the pacifier that I presumed was the same as mine. “Hmm… might be a smart baby boy after all… We’ll see,” she said, and I could hear her steps fade away. I debated trying to communicate with the girl when I began to listen to sounds… very inhuman sounds caused by the effects of that enema.

‘Shit…’ I thought to myself. ‘These people are all really accomplished at handholds, and I don’t think she’s dumb enough to give me room to dodge and strike her…?’ I thought about the crazy machine and wondered why that had been used when I came in, but she didn’t use it on the girl just then. ‘I need to get out of here!’ I thought to myself.

As I lay there, the need to use the bathroom grew since I hadn’t gone before the raid… I thought I had time and planned on going when we got to the portal. ‘I was so damn close to getting home!!!’ I thought to myself. ‘I know better… never relax until you’re back on home soil!’

I lay there and listened to the girl sob and tried to develop a plan. But unfortunately, I was way too immobilized by the mittens to do much right then. I experimented a bit with them, but they were like soft pillows, and it wouldn’t matter how hard I hit someone; they would just laugh the blows off. ‘My balance with this damn diaper will be messed up too,’ I thought. ‘I can either go rank and serial number… or try and lull this lady into complacency.’

‘There’s always a weapon somewhere,’ I thought to myself.

It was clear that she was used to dealing with a battle of wills. The only time I’d thrown her was when instead of cursing at her, I’d instead challenged her to ‘give me her best shot!’ I tried to remember back to the information from the one girl I talked to in the mall, along with a few others in the embassy. ‘My best shot may be to play along with this farce…?’

I heard the girl moaning some more, and it brought to light my own situation. I knew it would be ridiculous to hold my shit forever. Truthfully a constipated stomach ache might slow me down when it mattered most. Getting out of there wasn’t going to be measured in hours against such an experienced captor.

I sighed the best I could around the pacifier and began trying to first push out the urine in my bladder. I tried for several minutes and couldn’t get anything going. My gut really needed to empty, so I decided maybe it would help if I stood up. Using the mittened hands, I pushed myself to a push-up position. I was able then to hug onto the metal bars of the crib and pull myself upright. Sighing, I crouched down like I was hovering outdoors in the field. I pushed my body hard again and began to feel success as a large warm log exited my butt into the waiting diaper. My bladder finally let loose, too, causing the front of the diaper to expand even more.

I made eye contact with the girl then, and she looked at me with a shocked expression. I pushed more and more until there was nothing left. I felt light-headed, and… it was really weird. I looked at the girl again and shrugged. If I didn’t go by myself, I’d be in her position. ‘I’d rather not have stuff shoved up my ass!’

I debated about trying to figure a way to call for the lady to change me, but with the pacifier stuck in my mouth, there was no way I could do so since I couldn’t pull it out. So I decided to lay down on my stomach and do my best not to smush the sticky mess. ‘It’s no worse than when I ended up with mud going down my pants in the field,’ I told myself.

I lay there and thought back to the night before when one of the embassy marines had told me about the different restraints he’d seen them use.

“They have these damn locking pacifiers…” he’d shuddered. “One of the guys bought one for a prank one time and stuck it in my mouth… and the asshole pumped it up before I knew what was going on. They claim the damn thing is impossible to get to release with your hand position by yourself. I sure as hell tried and ran into the stupid failsafe… the more you screw with it, the more the damn thing inflates. I damn near broke my jaw by the time someone decided they’d had enough laughs!’

I sighed, thinking that it was probably best to play along for the moment. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out anything I could make from inside a baby’s room that could be a weapon. ‘This is going to be a challenge.’

Eventually, Irma made her appearance back in the room and sniffed her nose, “Well, I bet Baby Becky is all ready to get out of that poopy diaper! Huh?”

The girl just moaned in response.

“Well, I think you’re going to have to wear that one just for a few more hours - at least until afternoon nap time in that case. Let’s check on our new baby boy here…” she said and picked me up. “I’m guessing since he’s such a big strong man, he’s all...?”

She pinched at the diaper as she picked me up and then grossly smelled me. “Wow! Lookie, he’s all wet and poopy like a good baby boy!” She said with a smile. “Maybe Becky’s lesson worked on someone?” she said, “Or… maybe you’re just a good baby boy who knows he’s nothing but a baby who can’t use the potty?”

I tried to smile at her, but I doubted she saw it on the other side of the pacifier.

“Hmm… maybe you’re one of those people who came over here to get the care you’ve always needed? When they dropped you off, I know they wanted you to be taken below infant level… But maybe it would be better if you were made into a nice preschool-age baby boy for your new family. Never ready to be potty-trained, mind you, but maybe you get to go and learn your ABCs!” She smiled at me, “We’ll just see, won’t we. You definitely entered with a bad impression; maybe it was just that mean woman you didn’t like!”

I tried to nod at her and smile the whole time as she seemed to begin genuinely smiling at me, “Well, since you’ve accepted your place and used your diapee without complaint… you know I think you’re only the second to do that ever…?” She mused, “I think that means you can have a diapee change earlier than I’d normally do for a newborn.” She carried me to the wall, and I realized it was the chute to the mechanical thing.

I decided to fuss and generated some tears while trying to hug her.

“Oh, is baby scared by the big bad robots?” She smiled, “Well… If you can promise to be good and let me change you, I can do it. Does my baby boy want that instead?”

I nodded quickly.

“Well, okay then,” she told me.

I was placed on the same changing table the poor girl had been violated. She put a strap down over my chest and said, “Arms up here, baby boy,” and strapped my arms down above my head. I watched her pull on a pair of gloves then as I lay completely still.

She pulled the snaps of the babyish creeper loose and pushed it up to the chest strap. I was shocked when she bent over, blew a raspberry on my belly, and tickled me. I had done my best over the years to not be ticklish… but that was willpower that I let go right then so I could be seen giggling for her. The problem, though, was with my arms above my head, the pacifier in my mouth, I had a hard time breathing.

I began audibly gasping, and the lady looked at me with concern. She twisted the pacifier and pulled it out, and I could gasp for air better.

“If you’re smart, you’ll stay quiet while I change your diapee. If you do, I’ll consider giving you a regular paci.”

‘Is she that gullible?’ I had to wonder. I didn’t want to push it, though, so I held my body completely still and tried catching my breath while she pulled at the tabs of the diaper.

“Pee-eww,” she said in a babying voice, “some wittle boy is all stinky!”

She pulled the tapes off the diaper and lifted it off my groin. As she pushed my legs back off the muck, she used the back part of the diaper to wipe off some poop that was now caked onto my skin. Next, she balled up the diaper and threw it in a pail as she kept my legs in the air and began wiping me with baby wipes. ‘I bet this is the one time of the day I have the best chance of pulling something off…?’ I thought to myself as she used some more powder on me and taped me into another diaper. This one didn’t feel quite as thick, though, for some reason. “Since you’ve been such a good baby boy, I think I’ll try you in a toddler diaper instead of that crawler diaper for the rest of the afternoon. If you act up, though, know that you’ll be in a newborn diaper for the rest of your life.”

I had just wild guesses on what that meant but nodded and said, “Yes, Ma’am,” to her.

“Yes, Nanny,” she corrected me. “Babies don’t say, Ma’am.” She snapped up the flap of fabric around my diaper as she did so.

“Yes, Nanny,” I said. I flashed back to my first week at boot camp right then.

She smiled at me, “Maybe there’s hope for you. Let’s go get you some nummie num-nums in your tummy!”

She effortlessly hoisted me onto her hip and then leaned down to pick up the girl. I wrinkled my nose at the stench. Even across from her on the opposite side of the nanny’s body, I could smell her disgusting shit. I nervously awaited what new horror would come as she walked with us. I needed to get her to trust me enough to lose the stupid mittens; until I got a break there, it seemed pointless to waste energy resisting.

She carried us down a hallway and into a larger common area with the many residents I’d yet to see. Apparently, it was a smaller facility, as there weren’t many ‘children’ being held. I only counted fifteen, including the two of us. All around the room, they were tied into a combination of high chairs, booster seats, or… ‘I hope I don’t…’ I thought as I looked at four of them nursing from the bare breasts of the four workers holding them. I might have been curious about trying it once while watching one on this trip, but some of the conversations I’d had since I arrived made me think that their milk would likely mess with my continence… ‘I’m going to have to do that compliantly though if they push it right now.’

I intended to stick to the teacher’s pet idea of things here until they messed up.

“Oh, is that our new baby boy?” One of the caretakers that had a little attached to her breast asked.

“Yep, and I have to say he might actually be one of the few good ones. We’ll see if it’s all an act or not, but he’s earning gold stars on his behavior chart for today.”

“Lord knows he arrived in a bang…?”

“Well, you have to remember that Mandy is a bit much sometimes… I’d probably want to bite her myself too!”

“I’ll tell her you said that… she likes to play rough,” I watched her wiggle her eyebrows and wanted to roll my eyes.

“Not the first time that I’ve heard that. Well, let me put these two down in their highchairs. I’ll get a little bit of some yummy baby food in their mouths and then see about giving them some milkies.”

“Who’s up first for the baby?” One girl asked.

“You know what? I’ll take one for the team and figure out if he’s a biter like little Becky was when she got here last week.”

“In other words, you figure he can’t be any worse than she is?”

“Maybe?” she laughed as she placed me down on a high chair and Becky on one next to me.

I looked at Becky’s smelly rear end as she was placed down and wanted to vomit as I watched runny poop squish out and run down her leg and butt outside of the plastic pants they’d given her. I noticed a well-worn cushion on my highchair, but she just had hard white plastic beneath her. “Oh, did our stinky little baby girl have a blowout?” she taunted as she buckled her into the seat. “I guess she’s not able to use the big girl potty after all like she claimed before, huh? Only a baby would make a big messy like that in her pants!”

I watched her bind her arms and legs to the chair and hoped that wouldn’t happen to me. “Silly Baby Becky wouldn’t have to be all tied into her chair if she’d learn to be a good baby, huh?”

I watched her finish and turn her attention to me, “Little baby… Sammy here is being much better behaved.”

“Pardon me, Nanny, but my name is...”

“I don’t care what your old name was, Sammy. Now don’t go giving me sass and being bad like Baby Becky here…?”

“No, Nanny, I’m sorry,” I told her.

“I believe you,” she said, “So I’m not going to punish you this time. But I won’t be able to be so nice in the future.”

“Thank you, Nanny,” I told her, acting contrite.

She gave me a suspicious glance but moved back to putting the chair’s 5-Point harness straps around my body. It clicked with a sound louder than I expected, making me jump slightly. She looked at the other straps and asked me, “Are you willing to be good and eat up your nummy food? Or do I need to strap you down like the bad girl over here?”

“I be good, Nanny,” I told her. I decided to try out some simpler babyish sentences to win her over.

“Hmm…” she clucked her tongue, “We’ll see.”

She placed a tray on the high chair in front of my body and then velcroed a faded bib with some cartoon characters around my neck. I remained passive and waited, wondering just what torturous ‘food’ I was about to be given. Everyone around me seemed to be getting fed from jars of pureed baby food, and I didn’t think I would be treated any differently.

She finished putting a bib on the poor woman next to me and left for a second to grab two huge canning jar-sized jars of baby food. It appeared she wasn’t even going to warm the gunk inside up before feeding us. “Let’s see what I have here…” she said as she opened one up. “Vegetable Beef…” She looked at both of us, and “Haggis, Tripe, and Turnips…?” She smiled, “I actually feel bad for having grabbed that one, but one of you will have to eat that one.”

I sat passively while my stomach turned in knots… hoping like Hell I wouldn’t have to eat that atrocity. “Well, I don’t see that you’re ready to behave any better, Becky, so I think this one will go to you.”

I avoided breathing the sigh of relief I felt as she began feeding her from the haggis jar. She spat out some of it several times, even still making it through most of it before becoming sick and vomiting all over the tray and herself.

“We’ll come back and finish feeding you in a moment, Becky,” she said. I watched her look at the jar, “Hate to waste this, so Sammy, let’s see if you really are a good baby boy or just acting!”

I steeled myself, ‘You’ve eaten worse things on dares with the team!’ I told myself and forced myself to open my mouth for the spoon. I placed my lips around the spoon and sucked off the awful paste. Nothing would help me keep from making a face, though at just how horrible it was. I forced myself to swallow, though, and opened my mouth up for the next spoonful that she put in.

“Hmm…” she said, “Do you actually like this? I can get you more?”

I kept my face stoic and refused to give her a yes or no, “Well… I already grabbed this vegetable beef meal, might as well feed you that since you were such a good little boy!”

Then, I forced a smile on my face, and she began shoveling in the new gunk. Sadly, it wasn’t much better than the other stuff, but if I kept my eyes closed, I could almost pretend it was a stew.

“Need me to take care of this baby girl?” one of the workers asked as she spooned another mouthful into my mouth.

“If you don’t mind, wipe her up and give her a nurse. If she doesn’t bite you, change her. If she does bit you, go ahead and put her in the time-out playpen so we can clean her up by just spraying her down inside it with a hose later.”

The woman nodded and told Becky, “Come here, you little vomit comet!”

Irma began more rapidly spooning the gunk into my mouth without the distractions. By the time she finished spooning the disgusting mush into my mouth, I felt like my mouth was coated in some weird substance… I was really thirsty, but there wasn’t anything to drink. I thought back to all that I had seen and knew if my plan was to work, it would have to be continual. “Nanny, may I please have a bottle?” I asked

She looked at me in shock that I was being cooperative. “I’ll take care of getting you something to wash down your food in a moment, baby,” she said.

I watched her take the spoons she’d used and the empty jars over to a countertop area before she came back over and brought a baby wipe with her. I tried not to squirm as I felt like a little kid being attacked by his mother. She wiped up a couple of dropped bits of goo on my face, wiped my hands, and then pulled me free of the high chair. She carried me by a trash can and laundry bin, where she put the wipe and the bib, respectively. We walked right past a refrigerator and to a rocking chair.

‘Well… I guess I know what’s coming...?’ I thought to myself.

The woman sat me across her lap and looked sternly down at me. “Now, Baby Sammy, Nanny will spank you and punish you severely just like Becky if you bite.” Then, without saying anything else, she pulled her blouse down past an enormous breast and worked at the nursing bra’s flap.

At that moment, I felt a rush of blood to my head and to another spot on my body, as I couldn’t but feel slightly aroused at the large breast and exposed nipple. I saw just a little bit of white fluid hanging off it and wondered, ‘What exactly am I getting myself into here?’

I sighed, though, as I knew there was no way I would get out of this. ‘Behave, be a good boy, let them believe you are, and then make your move!’ I reminded myself.

I decided the intent was fully implied, so I leaned over and took the engorged nipple into my mouth. It was a surprise that it filled my mouth as much as it did. The nipple was warm like the skin of her breast that my mouth touched. I took a tentative suckle and was rewarded with a squirt of breast milk.

‘That’s pretty good!’ I admitted as I swished it over my taste buds. ‘This is disgusting in so many ways… I hope she’s free of diseases, but it’s way better than that shit I just ate!’ I began sucking more and more milk into my mouth and swallowing. I made sure that my teeth never came near her and began to get tired of suckling before I was tired of the taste. Finally, the milk slowed down, and she pushed her finger between my lips.

“Aren’t you a greedy-guts?” she said with a laugh. I was pulled from her breast and placed with my head looking down on a towel over her shoulder. She gently patted my back until I burped like an infant before moving me to the other breast.

My muscles in my mouth were growing sore, but I found the milk so tasty it was worth going a while longer. When it slowed again, the nanny released my latch and burped me. I felt a need to go pee and decided I might as well get it over with and let loose into the diaper as she held me gently.

“You might be just the cuddly baby boy that a friend of mine has wanted.” She told me, “You’re well behaved, and she can have her preschooler that just can’t get the concept of using the potty down… I think we’ll definitely change our plans with you!”

I tried to keep my thoughts passive, but I couldn’t help a little bit of a grimace showing.

“Oh, don’t be like that baby boy; you know you loved nanny’s titty! Your new mommy will happily give you all you ever want of hers too!”

I just leaned my head down and thought most babies would probably go to sleep now, so I pretended to do so. I intentionally slowed my breathing down and relaxed my body, hoping that she would believe I was asleep, but I remained alert.

“So, how’d the new baby boy do?”

“I’ve never seen one go from fighting to accepting so quickly,” I heard her tell her.

“Sure he’s accepting?”

“It sure seems that way. Didn’t throw any of the normal massive fits once he got done with that incredible entrance.”

“You going to ease up on him already?”

“Maybe after naptime, I’ll think about at least taking the mittens off. He’ll get a regular paci right now unless he starts talking back. He’s already more polite than any Little who’s ever been here.”

‘I’m definitely throwing them off… and unfortunately making them suspicious,’ I thought as I felt her stand with me and begin walking. She squeezed the front of the diaper and made a soft comment, “You can make it until after naptime, I think.”

I stayed relaxed as she placed me down into the crib and let the pacifier in that she was teasing between my lips. I didn’t suckle on it, though, initially thinking that was a reflex that might take time to grow on a little.

A half-hour later, I opened my eyes and looked around. Every little was asleep, and I could see the room was empty of adults from where I stayed lying down. I pulled the pacifier out of my mouth and looked at it… The material didn’t look like the plastic from back home. It almost seemed more industrial… An idea began forming in my head.

 
 

Chapter 4:
 

THE REST OF that day seemed to stretch into forever! My captors woke us up from our naps, changed the ones they liked, which I was apparently, and let us play outside. During that time, I managed to use some time without the pacifier in my mouth to talk to some of the other Littles who weren’t completely mindless drooling babies. During that time, I gathered some much-needed intel. Nighttime was the least staffed time for the facility. About half of the workers were off after dinner on any given night. They began putting the ‘youngest’ to sleep first and then worked their way to the ‘oldest.’ That had nothing to do with actual age but more to do with size and what they had decided to do with you.

That night I was one of the last ones put to sleep and the only one who was nursed by Irma, as far as I knew. Whenever she interacted with me, I tried to smile, look cute, and seem entirely innocent and loveable. The time outside had also been the first I’d been able to start working on an idea I had. I reinforced it that night when she tried to take my pacifier from my hand after dinner. I fussed and said, “My paci,” and put it back in my mouth.

She seemed shocked but just attached a pacifier clip to it and secured it to the footed pajamas she dressed me into.

Throughout the night, Irma and another lady came in periodically to change a few of the littles who fussed or to quietly taunt the ones they left in their shitty diapers. They seemed to patrol through the nursery about every half-hour or so. I eventually let myself sleep, knowing that rest would be necessary when I made my eventual move.
 

THAT NEXT MORNING the room reeked with the smell of shit! It was like a stack of used porta-potties had fallen off a truck! I heard the workers getting various other people out of their cribs and decided to make sure they had something to change. I started with just urine, but when the urge to poop came, I made sure I did that too. When I was done, I just sat down and waited for a lady to come over to me. She picked me up and said, “Wow, you really are being good for a new little baby. You even left me a present!” she cooed.

I submissively let her carry me over to the changing table and was a little annoyed as she put my arms up and strapped them down and the other strap across my chest. I kept sucking at the pacifier as she opened up the messy diaper and said, “I can’t believe you’re making big stinky presents for us without us punishing you!” She smiled, “You might be the first little boy I haven’t needed to give an enema to on their second day… I almost feel like I should give you one just to make sure, though…?” Her eyes glinted with a sadistic pleasure behind them.

For my part, I just sucked on my pacifier and looked right back at her without making a face.

“Oh well, I’ll find someone else to give one to later. Irma asked me to not do anything to you that wasn’t necessary. Even said to leave you without your mittens still!”

I smiled around my pacifier then and was relieved to know smiles worked on her, too, as she smiled back.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest thing, though?” she told me as she fastened a new diaper on me shortly after, along with a new blue onesie with purple dinosaurs. “Let’s go put you in a highchair so we can get you breakfast.”

I let my pacifier dangle on the strap they had clipped to it but held onto it with my left hand to keep it safe. I spent the next half hour of my life waiting for my alternating turns at being fed a bowl of cooling mush. At first, I thought it was oatmeal, but it wasn’t quite right for that… Grainier in some way. The goo was bland and just stuck to my mouth and teeth, leaving a residue behind that I just wanted to wash out. Finally, when she was finished spooning my bowl of it into my mouth, I was given a bottle full of juice that I quickly sucked down to get the nastiness out of my mouth.

I took the opportunity to further watch everyone else around me. There were clearly two types of behavior in the sick excuse for an orphanage. The first scared me to death with them drooling, demonstrating serious motor control issues, and seeming to only cry or respond to the workers feeding them by sometimes opening their mouths to let in food or a bottle. It would have made sense if they were very young infants, but seeing adults in that state scared me beyond belief. A few might have been ‘older,’ sort of acting like babies around one year of age. All of these ‘littles’ were smaller than my frame. They were like Lily had been, seeming like a child compared to my size. However, all around me were the workers, who were each exceptionally large Amazons. All of them made me seem like a young child myself compared to them. ‘I guess they want their age to match their size,’ I thought. ‘That would make sense why she wants me as a preschooler even though the bitch wanted me to be an infant.’

I sighed and watched the other group of about eight, who were actively fighting the spoons going into their mouths. Finally, one apparently went far enough that I saw some weird pacifier put in their mouth and locked. “You can’t be a big boy and eat right, so we’ll just have to force this, huh?”

Several other eyes went open as the lady pressed some button on the table, and I watched one of those extendo-arms pop out and hook itself up to the pacifier. The last few inches to the pacifier were clear tubing, and I could see some goop flowing into the poor man’s mouth. The man tried screaming, but it was impossible, and I felt terrible as he obviously was forced to quickly swallow it all. “Idiot,” I heard the little closest to me say.

I looked over at her. She made eye contact with me and whispered, “They’ll feed you one way or another; not worth the fight.”

“I kind of guessed,” I told her.

“Well, it’s obvious you are just going with the flow… smarter that way,” she told me. “At least until they do whatever they did to them,” she motioned towards the mindless infants.

Before I could talk with the girl anymore, a worker was wiping my face and hands and putting me down on the ground after checking my diaper. It was still dry, but they didn’t say anything negative. The girl next to me was also put down. “Jenny, show Sammy here where to go next. We’ll start everyone’s cartoons here in a minute.”

The girl grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me along. As we walked together, I noticed that she was only about four inches shorter than I was, making her pretty tall for this place. Most of the others were at least a foot or more shorter. One of them was even a little shorter than Lily had been. The girl toddled as best she could with a ridiculously thick pillow for a diaper taped between her legs. When she got bumped by an Amazon who didn’t see her, she gave up on walking and began just crawling to a spot. Soon all fifteen babied adults were sitting in a room with a giant TV screen. The ‘youngest’ were put into baby bouncers, while the ‘older ones’ like me were shown child rocking chairs we were told to sit in.

I looked at the screen suspiciously as a worker checked on me and pushed my pacifier into my mouth, “You’ll love this show!”

I remembered then in horror that the embassy marines had mentioned hypnotic TV shows. I groaned about that in my mind as a title screen animated across the turned-on TV saying ‘Naomi and Oliver.’

‘Naomi and Oliver’ was a show that seemed to be about two littles having adventures on-screen while having fun in their wet or messy diapers… That was as far as I could tell from the first two seconds. I quickly began mentally averting my eyes from the screen. I started counting prime numbers out in my head while basically sleeping with my eyes open. I had memorized Pi to seventy-two digits years ago for fun and practiced going over that in my head. At one point, I saw most of the littles standing up and squatting down, clearly pooping their diapers simultaneously. Thinking fast, I quickly made a successful attempt to do so, too, with what remained in my stomach. The gross mess had sucked, and after everyone sat down and squished their poop, I joined them too to blend in.

Eventually, the workers turned the TV off and let Littles out of their bouncers and places. I noticed that everyone, including the girl Jenny, had a blissful look on their faces. I followed the others to a playroom and was just about to start looking for a place to lay low when I was suddenly picked up into the air. “Did baby Sammy leave his favorite Nanny a present?” Irma cooed at me as she sniffed my bottom. I smiled at her as she said, “But of course, you’re a good boy, so you did after Naomi and Oliver!”

She carried me to a changing table in the playroom area and proceeded to pull the snaps of the onesie open, and then I was soon experiencing my legs in the air as she wiped my butt again. Then, when she dressed and held me next to her breast, I could smell her milk and really wanted some. “Nummies?” I said, putting my head next to her breast.

“Oh, sweetie… You’re asking for it already…? Let me change all the other babies who need changed, and then I’ll come find you.” She smiled at me.

I smiled back at her and hoped that I was right that she was developing a soft spot for me. She again had only used the one strap and treated me differently than I watched her treat the next few littles she changed. She was a real bitch with most of them, putting enemas in several of their rectums, placing five of them in the crazy diapering machine, and spanking two before rediapering them with the evil conveyor belt device. I soon found myself sitting in a corner holding a teddy bear and watching everyone.

“Can I sit here?” the girl from yesterday asked.

“Sure,” I whispered to her with my pacifier pulled out of my mouth while looking at her. It was the girl with the crib next door to mine. Her hands were bound in pink mittens, and she was dressed in the frilliest baby dress I’d ever seen. It was so short that it fully exposed the wet diaper she wore. “They took that pacifier gag out of your mouth?”

“Those things are the worst…” she whispered back to me with a nod, “I think they decided to see if I’ll be good today after my punishments yesterday.”

“Will you be?”

“Like you? Just giving up?”

I smiled, “Who says I’m giving up?”

“But…” she shook her head, “What’s your real name?”

“Travis, yours?”

“Zoe…” she paused, “So you have some sort of plan?”

“Trying to figure out one…?”

“You’re not from here?”

“No, I’m from the other dimension. I was helping another family from my dimension find their daughter, who was kidnapped on our tour. Apparently, I pissed off the wrong people because my vehicle split off from following theirs, and I ended up here.”

“That sucks,” she said.

“Your story?” I asked.

“I don’t…” she thought for a second, looked around the room, and said, “I’m the leader… or at least was… of a freedom fighter group. Last week we went in to rescue a little from a professor at the university here. It must have been a trap, though, because a bunch of my team died, and three of us were captured. I don’t know where the other two went, but I got ‘adopted’ by this doctor and his wife. They’ve tried for a couple weeks to break me… but they sent me here now because I needed ‘extra help adjusting…’”

“That sucks,” was all I could say to that.

I was just about to say more to her when Irma came back and said, “Come here Sammy,” and picked me up. I wondered what it was about until she walked to the feeding room and sat down in a rocking chair. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the flap of the nursing bra free before saying, “You wanted nummies, right?”

I nodded and leaned in to latch on. The truth of the matter was it tasted better than the crappy food I’d had! I also hope to bond with her towards me so she’d get sloppy and give me an opening. However, the fact that the experience was heavenly, and tasted surprisingly good, was definitely a bonus. I probably nursed from her two breasts for thirty minutes before she said, “Okay, time to go play with the others for a little bit. I’ll make sure you get some more nummies with your din-din.”

I smiled at her and accepted my pacifier being pushed back into my mouth.

I was carried back to the playroom area and had intended to find Zoe to ask her more. As I got in there, though, she was being carried out of the room buck naked.

“Put me the fuck down, you bitch!!!! She had no right!!!!” she was screaming. ‘What set her off?’ I wondered for two seconds before realizing another Amazon worker was massaging her face. I could see a stream of blood forming on her face from a bloody nose. The woman held a relatively long thin rod that I couldn’t tell what it was at first. Staring at the brown goop on the end of it made me think it was getting inserted into her… ‘Another rectal thermometer,’ I figured out as the woman said, “We needed to see why you’re so cranky Becky, your mommy and daddy don’t want you sick while you stay here. But that’s okay; we can do it while working on your next treatments.”

‘Treatments?’ I thought to myself and looked over at a short woman on her back, putting her foot into her mouth. ‘I have to get out of here before any of those treatments,’ I thought as I looked at one man trying to eat his foot.
 

LUNCH WAS FOLLOWED by nap time, of course. More of the gross goop was spooned into my mouth before I was given a bottle of warm milk. It was a little odd in color as I looked at it, but I realized it was probably expressed breast milk after tasting it. The taste overwhelmed any aversion I might have had to it, and I had an empty bottle faster than most of the others.

“Sammy, what a good baby boy!” Irma cooed as she came over to me and picked me up. I was placed over her shoulder and gently burped before carrying me back to the sleeping area. I had wet several times before and during lunch, and she decided it was worth a change of diaper for me. As she changed me, I noticed about half of the Littles weren’t getting changed, even though they had seriously swollen diapers from pee or poop smeared around them.

“Oh, you see all of them, huh?” She said as she tickled my bare belly. “They aren’t as clever as you getting with the program and accepting your place as a new baby boy.” She blew a raspberry then on my belly. “I’m still worried you’re trying to con me, but given you’ve been good, I’m going to reward you by treating you nicely. If you’re a good baby, I just treat you like you are one.”

I nodded and said, “Thank you, Nanny,” around the pacifier in my mouth.

She smiled, finished up with the diaper change, and laid me down in the crib. She patted me on the shoulder and left me on my back. I sighed and closed my eyes, knowing I wasn’t going anywhere for a while.

Sometime later, they woke us up and changed most people’s diapers. I was a bit concerned because I was wet and didn’t remember going before I went to sleep… ‘Could I already be having some changes made to me?’ I wondered worriedly. That afternoon they let us out into a play area that had gravel around the outside, and I finally saw a possible beginning to my plan. I discreetly picked up a suitable rock and found a corner of the back of a playhouse where I would be mostly not seen and got to work.
 

I HADN’T SEEN Zoe during the afternoon or at dinner. So I was curious to see her being placed into the crib next to mine that night. I stared at her while waiting for my turn to be changed at bedtime. Hours ago, the girl had been an angry and determined woman who I had no doubt was probably pretty able to take care of herself in most situations. Now though, as she was laid down, there was drool coming out of one side of her mouth, and she had the same vacant stare as the other littles I’d seen that were full-on babies. I could tell her teeth had been removed when she made a face and squeezed more poop into her diaper.

I felt like vomiting, and my heart fell at that awful sight.

I watched four of the other ladies talk to Irma on the side heatedly before two of them left, apparently having enough of something. The other asked quietly, “You sure you don’t need any more help right now?”

“Nope, I just have baby Sammy to change, and he’s a sweetheart even before the procedure.”

“When’s his turn?”

“Tomorrow afternoon,” she said. “I’m going to enjoy seeing Sammy living a carefree toddler life for a couple of days before he’s adopted.”

“Your friend?”

“Yep,” she said.

I had the foresight to record the whole exchange and knew that if I was going to implement my plan, tonight was it…

The two talked for a few more minutes before Irma said, “Go, Leanne, and I have this under control. Get home to your hubby!”

I watched the lady leave, and then Irma came over to me. I held my arms out to her like a small child, “Ready for your diapee change and some night-night num-nums?” She asked me.

I smiled at her and let her pick me up. I was carried to the changing table, and she lowered me to it and did the chest strap lightly. I sucked on the pacifier as she tickled me for a second and opened up the diaper. When she was wiping me, I quietly asked, “Nanny?”.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“What?” she asked me.

“It’s a secret. Can you come closer? I don’t want the others to hear I’m telling you.”

She put the wipe in the trash and leaned forward while I pulled my pacifier from my mouth. “What’s the sec…?” she tried asking.

As soon as she had been close enough for me to reach comfortably, I had moved with the pacifier I had filed with a rock to a rough but sharp edge. A knife would have been far more effective, but with the amount of force I had put into the move and whatever material the shield was made of being almost metal in nature, it was just sharp enough to get the job done. She tried her best to hold the blood in her neck as she gasped and made noise. I used the time to wriggle from underneath the belt holding me down. I jumped off as she gasped her last breaths. Most of the littles in the room slept through it all, but one, the girl I’d spoken to briefly earlier - Jenny, was wide awake and staring at me.

I waved at her and dug through their awful clothing selection. I managed to score a set of training pants that were better than a diaper, at least, and a pair of elasticized jeans that covered the plain blue onesie I put on as a shirt. I dug through Irma’s pocket and found a key card and something that looked like a futuristic house key.

She also had a cell phone, but I chose to leave that behind as I figured it could be tracked.

“Can you get me out?” Jenny asked.

I looked at her skeptically, “Can you even survive right now out there?”

“I know some people who can help?”

I shrugged and grabbed a chair that I climbed high enough to assist her in climbing out of the crib. She found a similar outfit to me but kept her diaper on. I gave her a look at that, and she told me, “They have super sticky tabs that littles can’t open. So I can’t get out of it, and you can’t cut these because they’ll self-heal. So I’ll have to get some help to pull it off.”

I nodded and said, “There’s one more woman here, any idea where she would be?”

We moved down the hallway, and I had my answer.

“And just where do you two little babies think you’re going?”

I didn’t hesitate. I rushed the giant woman, used the skills I had for breaking both ankles, her knees, and as she fell to reach my height and slit her throat too!

Jenny looked at me in alarm, “Who the hell are you?”

“Someone they shouldn’t have abducted,” I told her without remorse.

‘These people are monsters and deserve a fate far worse than death!’ I thought while checking the body of the woman. I took some cash she had on her and another car key.

I took a few minutes to verify that the rest of the building was clear of any other hostiles. In the process, I discovered there were a couple cars out front, and with Jenny’s help, we identified Irma’s as being’ self-driving.’ Before we left, I dug through everything in their office and struck gold when I found my passport and travel information.

Ducking down in the back on the floorboard, we activated the self-driving feature and had it drive back to the city I had been in near the portal area. “It’ll work for me too,” she said. “You do know they’re going to track you, right?”

“You too,” I told her. “What’s your plan?”

“I think maybe we can cut it out…?”

“That was my plan, too. I found one knife in there that might do the job,” I told the girl. An Exacto knife in the office was a bit big and unwieldy for my hands in this dimension, but I thought I could make it work. So I turned to my shoulder with it and got to work on creating an incision until I could see a small white capsule. “Are these booby-trapped at all?” I asked.

She shrugged, “I’ve never known anyone who managed to get free to cut theirs out.”

I nodded, “If something happens to me, any chance you could help me get somewhere to lay low?”

She smiled, “For you? The guy who got me free? Just about anything!”

I used the blade’s tip to pry the plastic-looking object out. I quickly dropped it onto the floor and heard it begin to beep loudly. “Where’s yours at?” I asked her.

She pointed, and I dug hers out just as the car reached the destination. We managed to get the doors open and were halfway down the street when I heard sirens approaching.

“I guess they were booby-trapped,” I told her. I hurriedly followed her down a few blocks while using the Kleenex we’d found in the car to hold over the lightly bleeding wound. They weren’t bleeding that bad, but the little bit might draw attention otherwise if it was in the open going down our arms.

She led me on a quick six-block sprint before going into an apartment building and pressing the elevator to the eighth floor. “Where are we going?” I asked her.

“My friend lives here… at least, hopefully, she still lives here. She’s been avoiding everyone and working from home online to avoid Amazons.”

I looked at her and nodded, “Probably a smart idea…?”

She led me down the hallway to a door with a tall doorknob numbered ’8342.’ She knocked on the door loudly twice before a bleary-eyed little about five feet in height opened the door. “Anissa?!?!?” The girl asked when she saw ‘Jenny.’

“Hi Ginny, can we come in?”

“We?” she asked, noticed me, and took in our attire. “You can’t be here if you have trackers!” She said with alarm quietly.

“I dug them out,” I told her and showed her my bleeding arm.

“Come in, let me make sure you actually got it…” she sighed and brought us in before slamming the door shut. She ran across the room, brought a small device out, and scanned us. “Huh… You did get it. No signal from that.” She paused when she reached my upper arm, “Wait, there’s another one!”

“No, it’s not that,” I told her. “That’s something I was implanted with before I left my dimension. It’s been storing photos and video that I’ve recorded.”

“What?” Anissa asked.

“I guess let me fill you in…?”

“You escaped from somewhere, right?” Ginny asked.

I nodded, “Then let me take care of something first!” I watched as she got busy on her computer, and I was impressed with her skills. She scrubbed the video of every camera between where we dumped the car and her complex and every other direction we could have gone for an equal distance. “Don’t need them following you here…” she muttered.
 

OVER THE NEXT hour, after she finished covering our tracks, I proceeded to tell them everything that had happened to me. I told them the whole story of why I was there in the dimension. During the middle of my story, Anissa had pooped her diaper, but luckily for us, her friend had a device she’d made that melted the glue to pull it off. “I don’t think you probably should put panties on right now…” she had told her and handed her a set of Pull-Ups she had for some reason. I had used the bathroom at that time and was glad to see the pull-up I was wearing was still dry.

“So, what’s your plan now?” she asked me.

“I’d like to get back to my dimension…?”

“I’m guessing you lost your passport, though?”

“I recovered it,” I told her.

“Let me see it…?” she told me and took a look. “Your visa expires today; if you’re going, it’s got to be first thing this morning. Let me see if I can get some clothes for you made up.”

“Made up?” I asked.

Anissa looked at me, “She’s a really talented inventor.”

“And hacker, it seems too,” I said with a smile.

“Come this way,” Ginny told me and let me to a bedroom. “I know this will be embarrassing for all of us, but take off your clothes?”

“Speak for yourself,” Anissa said, “I’ve seen everything he has. And it’s a lot!” She told me with a wink.

I groaned and stripped down to the Pull-Up.

“Do you need that at this point?” She asked me.

“I don’t know, I shouldn’t? I wasn’t there that long. I may be having a sleep issue, though,” I told her.

“In that case, let’s plan on not wearing one since you’re a Betweener.”

I blushed as I pulled it off, and everything was on display. Ginny pressed a few buttons on a tablet, and I was suddenly being scanned by a bright light for a second. Then, a moment later, she asked, “Jeans and t-shirt work? Or do you want a suit?”

“I’m on vacation… Jeans.”

The light came on again a moment later, but it started doing something at my crotch. I watched as a pair of underwear appeared around my waist, then a pair of socks, a stylish long-sleeved shirt, and a pair of jeans. “Holy shit, that’s cool!” I told her.

“Thanks; I built it so I could make clothes for me that wouldn’t look like they were from the newborn department.”

I took another look at her appearance and noted she did look like an adult.

“Okay, any problems you know of for me just getting over to the Portal quickly?”

“Lots of them…” she said with a smile. “Let me go over them with you!”
 

THREE HOURS LATER, I dodged Amazons standing by the doors to the Portal terminal that tried to start a conversation with me. Apparently, they would happily ‘settle’ for me as their baby if I let them. I left Ginny and Anissa with hugs, and Anissa saying ‘thank you!’ to me over and over again. I hoped that her friend would be able to get her back on her adult feet soon! A set of scanners on either side of the entrance looked like a store’s anti-theft protection back home. Ginny told me if I had the one chip still implanted, they would shriek and let everyone know an adopted Little was in danger of escaping.

Eyes narrowed as I passed them, but I was allowed unmolested inside and walked up to the counter.

“I need to use my ticket home?” I told the person.

“Name…?”

“Travis Foster,” I told the Amazon clerk with a smile.

“Your group departed yesterday?”

“Some of them, I stuck around to help with an investigation…?” I lied.

“It looks like your ticket was marked as used, though…?”

“I’m clearly still here,” I said, handing my passport over to him. He dug for a moment and said, “I can sell you another ticket for three hundred dollars in your dimensional currency.”

“What is it in this dimension’s?” I asked. “I still have some left.”

“Oh… Umm…” the representative clicked a couple of buttons, “Five-hundred Thirty-Three?”

I dug through my pockets for my wallet and unfolded the large bills I had removed from the hell-hole and its caretakers. “Okay, here you go,” he said and handed me my ticket.

“Thanks,” I said.

I walked through their next level of security and down the hallway. I was waiting in line about ten from the next spot when a TV report came on. “Police are investigating the brutal murders of two orphanage caretakers and an abduction tonight from the Tippy Toes Learning Academy for Littles. Last night, an intruder murdered two daycare workers and abducted these two littles.”

Pictures of myself and Anissa were shown then. “Police are looking for anyone who might have any information...”

Just as I was about to be next, the Amazon operating the gate looked at me, at their scanner, and then back at me. “You’re one of those littles!” he said.

I didn’t hesitate with kicking to break both ankles and knees and jumped through the open portal.

On the other side, I made it about halfway down the hallway away from the portal exit when sirens began blaring. I didn’t hesitate. I booked it out of there!

“You!!!! Stop!!!!” One man said to me in a security uniform. I dodged him and continued down away from the security area. Seeing flashing lights and hearing loud alarms, everyone assumed it was a fire alarm, and I was able to join a crowd of people leaving. My height was a problem, though, because I stood out. I didn’t stop even when another security man tried to tase me at the door. Luckily I dodged the barbs and knocked his lights out quickly. I ignored the screams of people around me and found a taxi down the block.
 
 

Epilogue:
 

THE NEXT FEW hours, I carefully made my way to one of my stashes, quickly put on a wig, changed my clothes, and took off in one of the cheap cars I had bought with cash before I left. I had five burner phones with me and called the emergency number the agency had given me and checked in with my boss.

“Travis, what the hell did you do?”

“Escaped,” I told him honestly, “That mission was beyond FUBAR!”

“Tell me about it; our other agent has missed their check-in and gone completely missing...?”

“Sir, I don’t know where they would have gone wrong, but just write them off… they won’t be coming home.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Yes, sir… I’m going to connect with the client, but would you please get my final payment to the numbered account on my burn file?”

“That bad?”

“Well, what are they saying about me?”

“Just that you’re wanted for extradition for suspicion of murder?”

“About what I figured they’d say… Look, I’ll send a copy of my report to you when I’m done with it. Don’t take any more business going over to that dimension. Sure as hell don’t accept any rescue missions either!”

“What…?”

“Sorry, sir, time is up. I’ll get you that packet… You’ll understand more then.” I told him.

Hanging up, I destroyed that phone and dumped it before driving to another town and heading into a local electronics store. I paid cash and was able to quickly walk out with a cheap laptop, a couple massive external hard drives, and some small thumb drives. I drove another hour to another town and paid cash for a hotel room for the night. I spent several hours downloading the data from the implanted drive wirelessly. I was amazed at the amount of data it had on it from the pictures and video. I took time to upload copies of it to one online drive for the agency, another for the Inquisitive, and several other diverse accounts around the world for myself as the backup to the copies I made onto the thumb drives and one of the external drives.

I made a trip to a convenience store for a sharp knife that I used to cut the drive out of my skin and placed it into a solution of rubbing alcohol for an hour, let it dry, then put it into bleach along with the contacts. ‘I don’t trust these to be untraceable,’ I thought.

The following day, I mailed the drive and contacts back to the Inquisitive, along with the computer and one of the hard drives I’d had to use temporarily. Before I put everything up, I used the computers software to type up an After-Action Report that I was sure, on the one hand, would have pleased my old superiors… On the other, they would have laughed me off the base! That one went to my boss and the magazine. I even typed up something that I felt they could probably use for an article.

I finally went to bed that night at about 3 AM, wondering what I had forgotten, but I couldn’t think of anything no matter how hard I tried.

When I woke up, I figured out what I had missed when the bed and I were completely soaked! “God damnit!”

I took a long hot shower to clean up and feel better. I stripped the bedding as best I could myself and blushed at the thought of what I had done. I left a hundred-dollar bill on top of the sheets as an apology. I didn’t stick around long, though; glad I had a few sets of clothes to change into.

I left that hotel and drove to another town, and parked at a local park. I walked to a picnic bench and used another of the burners to contact Stephanie at the Inquisitive.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon, I’m back, and I have a package for you.”

“You made it?!?!” She asked excitedly, “Where are you?”

“Somewhere that I won’t be in twenty minutes. You will be receiving a package of hard copied data in the mail tomorrow. If you don’t get it, know that it was most likely intercepted. I have sent you and the board a link to a file online. I recommend you immediately download and secure the data.”

“What happened?”

“Read the report I included. If you can get the heat off of me from the government like you promised, I’ll come in for an interview. It’s worse than anything you imagined; let me just leave it at that. You said you wouldn’t leave me hanging - get me that protection!”

“But they… they’re saying you killed two women there…?”

“Two women that had me locked in an orphanage in diapers. They intended to wash my brain of any adult thoughts the next day. The things they did to other people there would be worth life sentences here! Watch the video; it’s all there - I triple-checked that it was recorded. I got you that story of a lifetime… if the government lets you print it… They’re in deep with this, so good luck!”

Silence for a second. “We had other people that went… any idea what happened to them?”

I laughed, “Yeah, they’re probably pissing and shitting themselves in a nursery somewhere. Anyone missing is most likely sucking from their mommy’s breast and totally screwed for life,” I told her.

“You’re sure?”

“If they haven’t made their trip back here, then yeah.” I paused a second, “Look, I have to go, don’t try and call this number as it’s a burner I’ll be disposing of. I’ll contact you in two months.”

“Payment is taken care of as you requested right now.” She told me too. “I see the files; we’re downloading them. You know we may end up with a Pulitzer here!”

I hung up the phone and broke it. I took some time to wipe it down with a bleach solution and then placed it in a Ziploc filled with bleach that I only handled with gloves. It went into a park trash can next to a rolled-up shitty diaper.

“Shit…” I thought as I drove away, “do they make diapers my size here?”

Before thinking of that, though, I stopped and switched wigs after leaving the car two blocks from a seedy-looking used car dealership. ‘Just the kind of place I need!’ I thought to myself.

An hour later, I had paid cash for a fifteen-year-old sedan that I hoped I could get a few thousand miles with. By the time I stopped at a hotel that night, I had traveled seven hundred miles from where I had started. I went by a Walgreens and felt like a weirdo as I looked through the ‘incontinence’ section. ‘I’ve heard of Depends…?’ I thought. I looked at which to get when a lady employee came by.

“Need any help, sir?”

“Umm… I guess.” I turned tomato red, “I’m looking for something that would be good for nighttime?”

“How heavy of needs?”

“A lot?”

“You can try those,” she said, pointing to some pull-up style ones I’d been looking at, “but I can almost guarantee they’ll leak. Those briefs there will probably be the best of what we have.”

“There’s something else better out there?” I asked.

“If it’s a long-term issue, look online,” she told me.

“Thanks,” I said. I grabbed two bags just in case and took one into the hotel room as discreetly as possible.

Opening it up, the diaper felt cheap and not like the thick garments from the other dimension. I set it aside to put it on for bed later and put the rest in my suitcase. I opened up a computer I’d stopped to buy and got online to search for better options.

‘Jesus! People actually like this stuff?!?!’ I thought.

I found some diapers that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the other dimension and went to leave the site but noticed they seemed to be getting better reviews than what I had bought. ‘I can’t order anything until I stop somewhere,’ I thought.

That night I awkwardly sought advice from those same sites on how to diaper myself. I managed to get it reasonably snug before turning in for the night. I closed my eyes and couldn’t help but fantasize and miss nursing at Irma’s massive breasts…
 

I GROANED WHEN I woke up in a slightly smaller puddle.

“Shit…” I groaned.

The diaper had expanded a lot to soak up my urine, but my night accident had overflowed its capacity badly… It was that way the next three nights until I managed to cross a remote area of the border into Canada - out of US jurisdiction. In Canada, I pulled out all of the funds from my foreign account into cash as legally allowed and then routed the rest through Swiss banks twice, Cayman banks twice, and then back to Switzerland. It cost me a bit each time, but I still had a comfortable nest egg to survive on between the agency burn fund and the payment from the Inquisitive. Three days later, I had purchased a remote piece of land with a cabin that ran off propane, with a good well and septic system. It had been set up to be entirely off the grid and powered by solar. Satellite internet was slow but usable enough, and I was finally able to order some of those other diapers to a postal box in town.

I about gagged at the dinosaur print I held in my hand, but a part of me had to admit that they were cute. I’d ordered a few cases of different varieties since my bedwetting didn’t seem to be improving. My ongoing curiosity over the fact that people actually wanted to be treated like I had led me to one website discussing an article that had just come out in the Inquisitive.

‘Did you see that article in the Inquisitive?’ Someone asked.

‘No, what article? Isn’t that a trash magazine?’ Someone else replied.

‘This one’ the next linked to an article that had been published this past Saturday. It was about my account and mostly used the version I’d typed up for that purpose. I cringed a bit as I read it and was a bit annoyed at a few edits, but for the most part, it was my story as I’d typed it. It was accompanied by a few photographs of adults in diapers being nursed, one being spanked, a frame of the Naomi and Oliver show, ‘I recorded that?!?’ I thought nervously. I looked and saw the last photo was a frame of those damn hands coming at me in that machine.

I clicked back to the website where they were discussing it.

‘Oh my god! That sounds amazing!’ several responses agreed.

‘There’s this company called Portal Relocations that I’m thinking about signing up with!’

I debated about warning them but instead exited out of the site and walked to my bedroom. When I walked by my bathroom mirror, I took a double-take. My thumb was in my mouth, and right then, I watched my crotch area darken with urine.

‘What the hell did they do to me?!?!?’
 

Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment if you did so and press the Kudos button! I don't expect a lot of traffic for this story on the site, but I do think it'll benefit readers to read this and 'Diamond Tours' before 'Seems Too Good.' I'll probably post the first chapters of 'Seems Too Good' next weekend or the following week. Seems will have TG themes within it.