The Future Of Amazonian Fertility Pt.9 (Patreon)

Caroline awoke to the sounds of babies wailing all around which pulled her out of the terrible dream she was having. In her dream she had been trying to escape from the inside of that demented Amazonian doctor until the crazy bitch pushed her out of her body like she was a baby. It had literally made no sense and, to add insult to injury, the doctors in her dream had even diapered her just like any other newborn!


However, when Caroline tried to stretch while yawning, she immediately realized that she couldn't move her arms and legs past the blanket that covered her! She scrunched up her face as she stained her body just to lift her arms and found that she could barely move them. Nothing seemed to work; her arms and legs laid there lifelessly on the mattress after she stopped focusing on her limbs. Even her head felt heavy on her neck.


She clenched her fists in anger and tried to open her eyes as she did her best to wriggle her way out of whatever she was trapped in. At first, It felt like her limbs were useless, but the more she used her muscles and struggled to move her arms and legs, the more they started to respond to her commands. It was true that she felt incredibly weak, like she had been unable to move for a very long time, but it didn't help her that something was wrapped around her body, tightly pinning her arms and legs in place while something thick cradled her bottom and crotch. She thrashed around against the soft surface, making the strange bulk wrapped around her waist release a muffled crinkle as she finally forced her eyes open.


The light was incredibly bright on her eyes and she could barely see much of anything, but she could tell that something was separating her from the rest of the room. It looked like it was some sort of barrier made of thick plastic and it ran past her head and down the length of her body like some sort of pod. Even with how hazy things were in the room, Caroline noticed that the strange structure she was laying in had holes built into each side of the clear box. 'Wait a minute, those holes!'


Suddenly, Caroline realized what she was laying in; it was a neonatal intensive care unit! That meant that her crazy nightmare had actually happened! She literally clawed her way out of Dr. Devereux's body and was then diapered and swaddled like she was a newborn baby!


The redhead writhed on the incubator's mattress, trying to release herself from the cocoon of fabric that some nurse must've wrapped her in when she was asleep. Still, no matter how much her epiphany fueled her desperation to break free, the fabric wouldn't budge. After valiantly trying to escape from the swaddling blanket for about ten minutes Caroline gave up and laid there inside of the humid enclosure of her incubator staring up at the ceiling. She felt so weak as a warm trickle of sweat dripped down from underneath her arms and trickled past both sides of her breasts.


'How could they mistake me for a newborn?!' Caroline wondered as she laid there. 'I mean, they might treat Littles like babies, but it can't be a common occurrence for a full grown Little to come out of an Amazon in a hospital. Do they really think I'm a newborn? I have breasts for crying out loud!'


Speaking of crying, her neighbors were still bawling their brains out. The Little Geneticist blinked her eyes, trying to get them to focus so she could at least get a look at what the hell was going on outside of her incubator. As she tried to focus her cloudy eyes she spotted an incubator next to her own and began to wonder if it was possible that this was all an elaborate hoax perpetrated by Dr. Devereux and her staff. After all, she wouldn't be surprised if Dr. Devereux had manipulated her memories through drugs or even hypnotic suggestions. After all, the last thing she remembered was drinking the shot glass of drugged wine before everything went dark and then that crazy foreign woman shoved her up into Dr. Devereux's pussy face first.


Maybe that was a byproduct of the drugged wine? Strange and impossible hallucinations? Maybe she never was inside of Dr. Devereux's womb at all. Was it possible that the deranged doctor had simply programmed her to believe that she was inside of the giant's womb when she was actually stored inside some sort of sensory deprivation tank for the past few days? The more Caroline thought about it, the less far fetched it all seemed. If it was all faked then the notion of the giant woman putting her in some kind of maternity ward full of other diapered Littles made a lot more sense than her being born in a regular hospital where trained doctors and nurses had mistaken her for a newborn baby.


Even if she was in some kind of faux maternity ward, that didn't change the fact that she was trapped here. Thoughts of her friends and family came to the front of her mind as she laid in the enclosed infantile container. Caroline knew that they would look for her, but what would happen once they found her? It's not like they could rescue her once they discovered her fate. This simple yet depressing fact made her slowly start to sob. Thoughts of her job, her research, and all the good she had done in this world being cut short by that crazy woman made her chest tremble as her already blurry eyes filled with tears.


A shrill wail escaped from her mouth as she genuinely started crying.


Everything had been taken away from her! She would never make a difference! The only thing she had left were her thoughts and they kept fueling her sorrow. She bitterly wished she had just fought a little harder against Matilda before everything went black. Maybe if she had refused to talk with her and stayed with Zsófia things would have been different. Or she could have simply refused to leave her lab and journey to the mainland! The only thing worse than losing her mind thinking about all the ways she would have avoided this fate was- whatever the hell this was! She was no longer an adult or a respected doctor! She was now just another baby and, to make matters worse, the cries of sadness coming from her mouth practically matched the cries coming from around her incubator.


"Ā, kono kawaī akachan o mitekudasai!"


Caroline was startled by the sound of someone talking above her in an unknown language. She gazed up at the giant woman through tear stained eyes as the Amazon punched in a code for the lid of her incubator to slide open. She could see that the woman was dressed all in white as the plastic lid finally left her field of view. It was nice to see things a bit more clearly, but that didn't change the fact that she was literally looking up at an Amazon who seemed to be grabbing something out of her pocket. Caroline was forced to lay there as the giantess leaned forward and started to wipe the gunk from Caroline's eyes and face. The diapered geneticist closed her eyes and tried to turn her head away from the nurse who was wiping away all the tears and snot that covered her face, but she was too weak.


A hot blush spread across Caroline's face as the woman started cooing nonsensical gibberish to her as she cleaned her face. The former Geneticist hated her body for blushing like that; showing the woman that she was embarrassed was literally like throwing gas on a fire. She was still an adult and it was humiliating for a woman of her academic stature to be treated like this, but she couldn't encourage this woman by showing weakness!


"I doo nod bewong hew!" Caroline whined, internally cringing at the voice that came from her throat.


"Chīsana akachan ga kawaī oto o tateru toki, watashi wa sore ga daisukidesu." The Amazonian nurse grinned.


Caroline gawked at the nurse for a moment, knowing that the giant woman was speaking some kind of foreign language. Ever since she left the safety of her island nation, she feared that she would be adopted, but never had the thought crossed her mind that she wouldn't be able to communicate with whoever adopted her. In fact, it never even crossed her mind since most of the nations of Europa, including Pannonia, all spoke the standard Albion dialect. Every client she had done business with through digital conversations all had spoken Albion much like her island. The only thing that made things worse was how it had taken every ounce of her strength to utter that unintelligible gibberish which had fallen on deaf ears since the damn nurse didn't even speak Albion! As she laid there, Caroline realized that her voice was so weak that even she would've had trouble figuring out what she had said if she wasn't the person who had said it.


"Watashi no akachan wa nodo ga kawaite imasu ka?" The giant nurse asked in a gentle voice. "Watashi no akachan wa miruku ga hoshīdesu ka?"


The Little Geneticist shook her head as fast as her uncoordinated body would allow which wasn't very fast at all. She wasn't sure what the woman was saying, but she didn't want to find out. As she shook her head, it felt like she was still overcoming the effects of being drugged. She had originally assumed the blanket was restricting her range of motion of her arms and legs, which had made sense when she was trying to move her limbs, but her head was free of any and all obstructions. It just felt like her muscles in her neck were responding very slowly and did not want to work. If the theory she had come up with was true then it might've been the side effects of a powerful sedative that someone had injected her with when she was being held in the sensory deprivation tank. However, each word the nurse uttered forced Caroline to come to terms with the possibility that she wasn't in the lab. The Pannonian she had heard spoken randomly in the airport sounded nothing like the language she was hearing right now.


"Upseh daiseh." The giant woman cooed at her in broken Alboin while scooping up the swaddled geneticist.


As Caroline was lifted up from her incubator, she finally got a decent view of the maternity ward and she was shocked by what she saw: There were at least a dozen or more incubators laid out in two rows and all of them were occupied by legitimate newborn Amazon babies! She didn't see anyone else who vaguely resembled a full grown female or male Little inside the incubators, but it was possible that the Amazons could have performed cosmetic surgery to make the Littles look like newborns. The Little geneticist had heard of such cosmetic atrocities from one of her own clients who was so desperate to have a baby that they mentioned doing that to a Little if they couldn't get pregnant. Still, that didn't make any sense since every baby in the room legitimately looked like they were only hours old. It would've taken far too much time and effort to alter everyone present just to fuck with her perception and appease Matilda.


Caroline paid close attention to the incubator that was closest to hers as she laid against the crook of the nurse's arm. Right in front of her was a newborn getting a diaper change. The baby wore only a diaper, which was being pulled open as the boy's legs idly twitched and kicked in the air as if they were acting on their own. The nurse tending to the boy talked in that same strange language as she untaped the diaper. Caroline couldn't explain what she was seeing no matter how hard she tried. The baby looked like he was just born and no amount of Amazonian surgery could imitate a baby's body language, his twitching, randomly kicking legs looked completely natural.


As the bottle entered her dry mouth, she found herself forced to accept the rubber nipple as her thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind. Her mouth slowly suckled on the bottle, subconsciously working its way into a steady rhythm as she tried to hide her blush. Her throat was sore from crying and her mouth was dry, if it wasn't such a chalky liquid, and so humiliating to her ego, she would've been grateful for the drink. As the minutes slowly ticked by, the nurse started singing some sort of song to her while slightly rocking her. Caroline found her mind drifting away from her current humiliation and back to the overall picture of her situation as she had a cruel epiphany; this was really happening to her. This wasn't some massive maternity ward cooked up to trick the Pannonian government into buying Matilda's crazy scheme of creating Amazons from Littles; this was the real thing!


Things started to fall into place when Caroline threw away any notion of this being faked. It made more sense that she was the only adult who was wearing a diaper in the room. Yeah, she was a Little, but Littles don't end up in maternity wards with Amazon babies! They end up in orphanages or state run adoption agencies. If the experiment was a success then shouldn't they both be leaving the hospital? What happened to the deal Matilda and her made? Why was she in the arms of a nurse who didn't even look like she was from any part of Europa?


Why was she being bottle fed?!


"Bleeghh" Caroline whined, "I nod supposed ta beh hewe! This sloppy declaration caused the formula to spill from her mouth as she clumsily tried to push the bottle away with her hands.


"Urusaku naranaide kudasai, anata wa anata no miruku ga hitsuyōdesu." The nurse shushed her and pressed the nipple of the bottle to Caroline's lips, this time applying a bit of pressure.


Overpowered by the nurse, Caroline was forced to accept the giant teat once more and lay there in the woman's arms. All this did was give her time to think and dwell on the fact that Matilda was her only hope in this strange and foreign land. Caroline shuddered at the increasingly real possibility that she would most likely end up in an orphanage and adopted by some couple to be their baby if Matilda decided that she had proved her theory and wanted nothing more to do with her. Then, there was also the absurd, but very real chance that the nurses and doctors could simply say she was an Amazon baby born from an Amazon and put her up for adoption which would mean reliving her entire childhood all over again.


'Oh, God. What if I end up retaking all of elementary school and high school all over again!' The very thought made Caroline feel sick to her stomach. An accomplished adult with multiple doctorates having to learn multiplication and division in third grade again, when she would be in her thirties, was almost a fate worse than being someone's baby forever.


Not wanting to think of such a horrible fate, Caroline peered around the giant bottle being held up to her mouth and resumed watching the nurse interact with the baby in the incubator. It seemed that the nurse was busy taking the boy's measurement with a rather high tech device. What surprised Caroline the most was the fact that the boy looked like he was about four feet tall given his size compared to her own. Even now, as her own nurse was bottle feeding her, she was astonished that an Amazon could be so small and yet almost be as tall as her mere hours after being born. She was over five feet tall and this newly born infant would've been almost as tall as her if he was able to stand up.


Caroline also realized that this would be the only time in her life that she would ever be taller than an Amazon. Sadly, they didn't measure height here; It was all length and weight, but she had other things to worry about than being measured by tape and weighed on a baby scale. Swaddled and pinned against the Amazon nurse's bosom, Caroline was forced to drink her baby bottle of formula until she started sucking up air.


As the empty bottle was pulled away from her mouth, Caroline was able to focus on something other than her lips working on the oversized nipple of the bottle. The first thing she noticed was how incredibly bloated her belly felt. It was a good thing that she could barely move her body because every slight movement the nurse made seemed to jostle her full stomach amplify the pain she felt. She groaned and looked up at the woman with pleading eyes. Even though neither woman was able to comprehend the other, the nurse seemed to know exactly what was troubling the small woman. Slowly, the nurse lowered her back onto the mattress of the incubator and removed the swaddling, freeing Caroline from the cocoon of soft cotton blankets.


However, her freedom was short lived as the nurse quickly lifted her back into the air until she was draped over the nurse's shoulder. Caroline could feel the much larger woman's hand cupping her thickly diapered bottom as she looked around from her new vantage point, straining her neck to truly take in everything she could see. The room wasn't exactly huge, but if she was to get onto the tiled floor, maybe she could escape. It would take a few minutes to walk from one end to the other and probably three times that amount of time to crawl since she doubted she could even walk in her current condition, but at least it was an option.


An unexpected, but gentle hand started patting her on the back, interrupting the Little woman's plotting.


Caroline suddenly realized that she was being burped! She didn't know what to do when the gentle patting created an odd pressure in her stomach. Much to her surprise, she felt the pressure begin to rapidly rise up her body until it was threatening to erupt from her throat. It reminded her of one of the few parties she had attended at university which ended in her throwing up all over one of the cute guys in attendance. The memory was fuzzy, but her body's reaction to being burped felt very familiar. Caroline instinctively clenched her mouth shut, trying to stop herself from puking all over the floor which caused her cheeks to puff outwards like a blowfish.


Despite being able to stop the biological geyser trying to erupt from her mouth, the nurse hadn't stopped patting her back. A new bubble was forming in her gut which couldn't be contained or suppressed much to the small woman's dismay. Her body acted on it's own as Caroline's mouth opened to release the gas in the form of a burp, causing the warm fluid sitting in her mouth to release, spilling onto the giant woman's shoulder. Caroline's eyes went wide when she noticed the white liquid that was now covering the giant's uniform. If that wasn't bad enough, she could feel some of the projectile vomit on her chin as the taste of rotten milk lingered in her mouth.


"Shiawasena supittā!" The nurse announced in a rather cute voice.


Caroline didn't know what the woman had said, but she found herself being moved away from her shoulder until she laid in the crook of the giant's arm. Her face grew flush when the nurse started cooing at her as she brought a washcloth to her face and began wiping away the milky spit up which was all over her chin. She was treated no differently than any of the others in the maternity ward and had to endure having the puke that had just came from her stress riddled stomach cleaned off of her face like she was just another fussy infant.


Once the rag was pulled away, Caroline looked up at the nurse who had just cleaned her face. The woman simply smiled down at her.


"Anata ga yasumu jikandesu."


Not knowing what was said, Caroline found herself being lowered back down onto the soft material of the incubator. It was actually comforting when her body made contact with the memory foam of the mattress. The giant nurse then punched something into the keypad causing the roof of the incubator to retract over her body, sealing her into the giant plastic pod while simultaneously separating her from the giants and the crying babies. The cries were still present, and just as annoying as before, but the fact that the nurse had left her alone was refreshing; she was finally able to just lay there in peace. Even though she was still upset and angry about how things were going, the events that had transpired since she had awoken, coupled with the tumultuous room, had gotten the better of her. Caroline felt her eye lids droop as sleep claimed her once more.


To Be Continued...