The Future of Amazonian Fertility Pt. 10 (The Finale) (Patreon)

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Caroline awoke in a tumultuous sea of chaos; babies were wailing all around her and she couldn't even move an inch or open her eyes. It seemed like she was living out some kind of philosophical nightmare where she finally had children to take care of but was unable to get out of bed to feed them. It took her a moment to get her goop covered eyes open, but when she finally did she looked down at herself pand couldn't believe what she saw; she was wearing an enormous diaper and nothing else!


"Wer ar mai cwothes?" Caroline asked before closing her mouth in shock upon hearing her voice.


Suddenly, everything returned to her like an avalanche consuming an alpine village nestled in between two peaks; Caroline Miller, Geneticist and author of numerous Fertility studies, was still laying inside of an Amazonian incubator, trapped within the walls of a maternity ward, topless save for her oversized diaper and treated just like another newborn by the nursing staff. It was like she was reliving the nightmare all over again. 


She couldn't help but wonder if the stress of being cooped up inside of that demented doctor was starting to catch up with her and play tricks with her perception of time. Every time she woke up it took a moment for the disorientation from being born again and placed in the maternity ward to wear off. She started to trace the events from her pseudo birth leading up to her awakening once more in the incubator and it immediately occurred to her that there must've been something in the bottle of milk she had been made to begrudgingly drink. It probably had a sedative in it which would explain why she was falling asleep so easily, but this thought only served to reinforce her earlier suspicions that the nurses knew she was a Little but treated her just like she was another newborn. This line of reasoning also brought up a fact that she was trying not to acknowledge; she literally was now dependent upon the nurses for everything. 


Just thinking about how helpless and powerless she was made her want to cry, but she clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to give the Amazons any reason to bother her by crying.


An unexpected spasm in her gut startled the young woman, pulling her focus away from her current lamenting about her new status in this world and shifting it to her rumbling stomach which was starting to hurt.


'Oh, great. I need to go to the bathroom!'


Her face scrunched up as another tremor rocked her stomach, causing it to gurgle and throb. An immense pain washed over her midsection as her bottom clenched tight. She still had some control over her body, but after so many months of disuse, she knew it wouldn't be long before her bottom erupted into the seat of her oversized pampers. Despite the obvious language barrier between her and the nurses, the fact she was seen as a newborn by them and her weak and uncoordinated limbs, Caroline clung blindly to some kind of false hope that she could prevent the inevitable by getting their attention. If she could find a way to communicate her needs to the nurses then maybe she would be taken to a bathroom. 


At this point she would happily accept being held over an Amazon sized toilet to go poop into it; anything was better than pooping her pants! 


Resolute in her plan, Caroline lifted up her heavy arms and slapped her limp, uncoordinated hands against the dome of her infantile enclosure, hoping and praying that she was hitting it with enough force to summon a nurse. A few moments passed by without anyone noticing her so she lifted up her trembling legs and tried kicking up into the air. All of this spastic movement of her arms and legs did was seemingly increase the urgency in her bowels as her pathetic attempts for attention went ignored by the hospital staff in the maternity ward. 


"I- ahh, neehh baff woom." Caroline cried out before cringing at the pitch of her voice. It sounded so infantile and was an absolute pathetic excuse for language which she fought her oversized tongue to produce.


Caroline continued to desperately cry out in butchered Albanese as she could feel an impossible pressure working its way down her digestive tract. She knew that she couldn't win the war against her body, but that didn't mean she was going to just give up and poop her pampers without a fight! 


A muffled fart breached her clenched hole, signaling to Caroline that the unthinkable was imminent, but she would not relent. With each passing second bringing her closer to despair, she kept calling out for anyone within range to listen to her as her insides ached and fought to expel what had been trapped within her body for who knows how long. Tears started to form in her eyes as another eruption of gas forced a slight squirt of poop into the seat of her diaper.


"Nuuu!" Caroline gasped and bit down on her teeth, grateful that they were still in her mouth as she redoubled her efforts. A trickle of sweat ran down her backside as the diaper grew humid from the physical exertion of squeezing her butt cheeks together for so long. 


Time passed slowly as her body grew weaker and weaker before finally giving in to its most basic need. She groaned and relaxed her bottom, allowing her tired muscles to push out another stream of mush which joined what she had already released before. Caroline's mouth hung open as she pushed this mostly liquid mess into her disposable. Drool trickled down her little chin unnoticed due to the sheer amount of relief she felt from being able to rid her body of the painful gunk. It was an unimaginable sensation which left her feeling both extremely exhausted and satisfied after her ordeal. 


Still, the relief she felt only lasted a few seconds before the stench of what she had just deposited into her diaper replaced her solace with disgust; the putrid smell seeped out from both the front and back of her diaper as it started to waft all around her. Caroline tried to cover her nose, but her fingers weren't working properly. She was literally forced to bask in her own stink as this horrible odor hung in the air, trapped inside of the Amazonian sized baby incubator. Things went from bad to worse as the warm mess in her diaper that seemed to encompass her entire bottom and crotch was starting to irritate her sensitive skin. Try as she might, she couldn't pull her away from the wet lump in her pampers nor could she find a way to get comfortable due to weakened muscles. All she could do was lay in her mess as the gravity of the situation hit her; she had shat herself! 


No, she didn't just shit herself; she had pooped her pampers!


The tears that had trickled down her face during her bowel movement returned with full force, spilling down her cheeks like an undammed river as her balled up fists uselessly rocked back and forth at her sides. With nothing holding her back, the Little Geneticist released a sorrowful wail which rocked her to her very core. Her chest quakes as the sound of her pathetic cries filled her ears. It could've been a minute or an hour, Caroline didn't know how long her sobs of sadness but she finally drew the attention of a young nurse who appeared overhead. The woman in white typed in the code on the panel beneath the plastic partition which opened up the lid of the incubator. 


"Kanojo wa manande imasu." The young nurse smiled as she bent over and slipped her index finger past the diaper's leak guard. "Watashi wa ima anata no omutsu o kaenakereba narimasen."


Caroline couldn't understand what the young Amazon was saying nor did she really care. She was a wreck and wanted nothing more than to be changed out of this disgusting diaper and be allowed to go back to sleep.


With a big grin, the huge woman in pink scooped Caroline into her arms and carried her towards the back of the maternity ward. The Little Geneticist could feel the wings of the diaper slightly pull down on her hips as the sagging diaper left the surface of the incubator's mattress. It must've been more wet than she imagined it was. Did she wet herself in her sleep? She would never know for sure, but she was painfully aware of the soft poo that she could feel between her legs, due to the nurse gently bouncing her cupped hand against her bottom. Was she intentionally trying to smear the mess around? She could've been trying to calm her down, Caroline figured, but it also had the side effect of making an already messy diaper even messier. At this point Caroline was past the point of caring. 'Let her make more work for herself. I'm about to get changed into a clean diaper so who cares?'


Normally Caroline would've chastised herself for wishing to be put into another diaper, but these were extenuating circumstances. The Little noticed that the gentle bouncing came to an end as the young nurse stopped. She felt herself being lowered down onto a table covered in parchment paper which only served to confuse her. It wasn't like she had given it much thought as to why she was being carried away from her incubator for a diaper change because she wanted to get cleaned up, but the memory of watching one of the other nurses change the newborn boy in the incubator came flooding back to her; they changed the newborns in their incubators! 


'Why am I on this table if they could've changed me in my incubator?!' 


Caroline was going to get an answer to her question but first she had to get her diaper changed. 


A series of unintelligible coos came from the nurse who was probably closer to Caroline's age then she cared to admit as the woman ripped each tape open before pulling it open. A putrid stench permeated the air, causing Caroline to blush while the nurse started fanning her hand around her nose. Caroline's rosy red cheeks quickly turned into a look of shock as the unbridled smell reached her own nostrils; it was enough to make her gag!


"Huwwy up an chang meh!" Caroline demanded.


"Sore wa sono yō na chīsana on'nanoko ni totte ōkina akushūdesu."


Caroline heard the nurse say something in that mysterious language and then she felt the woman grab her by her ankles and lift her bottom off of the dirty diaper. All this did was cause the semi liquid mess covering her plump bottom to shift between her legs, giving it the opportunity to dribble down her bottom. Caroline felt her eyes begin to water and wished the damn woman would start wiping her ass and get her cleaned up already; she felt filthy!


An incredibly cold sensation caused poor Caroline to jerk away from the nurse's right hand as the young woman started wiping her bottom. The Little Geneticist tried to block out what was happening down there but that wasn't exactly easy to do. She could feel the woman's large hand maneuvering the wipe over every inch of her privates as the giant worked the wipe into every crevice she could find. It made Caroline start to cry as she realized that this was going to be a daily occurrence if she couldn't find a way to communicate to the doctors in this hospital that she was actually an adult and not a newborn. 


"Anata wa anata no basho o rikai shi hajimete imasu." The nurse remarked as she saw Caroline renew her cries.


Through tear stained eyes Caroline watched the nurse deposit the wipes into her soiled diaper and ball it up. The Little Geneticist assumed that the nurse was just throwing away the dirty diaper when the giant's hand disappeared under the table only to reappear holding what looked like a thermometer. Caroline's eyes went wide when she realized that the young woman was going to insert the tip of the thermometer into her ass! She tried to break loose of the Amazon's grip, but her legs were practically useless. More unknown gibberish came from the nurse as Caroline felt the giant gently push the tip of the thermometer into her asshole. A loud scream filled the air as Caroline felt the whole length of the glass rod fill her completely. 


"Tak id out! Tak it out!" Caroline whined through teary eyes. 


"Anata no tōsō wa kawaīdesu." Her squirming seemed to amuse the nurse who patiently held her legs up in the air while holding the thermometer in her ass. 


It seemed like an eternity but the invasive medical instrument was finally pulled from her bottom. 


"Akachan wa kenkōdesu." Caroline heard the nurse comment as she read the thermometer. 


A new diaper was laid underneath her bottom as a light dusting of powder followed. More soft spoken words were said in that unknown language that Caroline couldn't understand, but this time she didn't need to understand what the nurse was saying; the scent of talcum powder told her everything she needed to know. The white powder was carefully sprinkled all over her bottom, hairless crotch and tummy before a thick disposable diaper was pulled over her freshly cleaned crotch and retapped. It wasn't worth getting her temperature taken in such a barbaric way, but at least she was clean and finally covered up.


Caroline laid there in relative peace, waiting for the nurse to take her back to her incubator as the Amazon dusted off her hands. However, her expectations were quickly crushed when the nurse lifted her up and carried her over to a strange looking device that looked like a it was a cafeteria tray balancing on rectangular mount. Upon being laid out on the plastic tray, Caroline felt her body begin to sink down with the device until it settled into place. The nurse muttered something to herself, punching on the keys that Caroline was unable to see from her position.


"Wat ish dis ting?" Caroline could only wonder as the nurse documented the information.


She scooped up her freshly diapered charge off of the baby scale and carried her past row after row of incubators until she came to Caroline's open unit.

 
The sight of the open glass pod and extraordinarily comfortable mattress made Caroline feel happier than she had felt in days. After such a horrible diaper change, she just wanted to be left alone with her thoughts. However, her desire for solitude came with a price. The nurse holding her was handed a large baby bottle from one of her colleagues who stopped to exchange pleasantries in that strange language. With a sigh, Caroline accepted the large nipple when the nurse put it up to her lips. She knew what she had to do to get the nurse to go away so she started sucking down the grimy, powdery baby formula. 


The nurse cooed, holding Caroline close to her bosom as she resumed talking to her coworker. 


Despite the language barrier, Caroline knew when she was being praised. There was just something universal about doing a good job that seemed to transcend the boundaries that existed between the various cultures of the world. However, she didn't want to praised for sucking on a bottle like an oversized infant; she wanted these two women to leave her alone! The nurse obviously wasn't a mind reader because she held Caroline in that position, nestled against her boob as she held the bottle into the poor Little's mouth while the two medical professionals babbled about things that were beyond Caroline's understanding. This made the Little Geneticist feel even more infantile than being bottle fed; she was literally unable to know what the women taking care of her were saying!


Caroline glanced up at the bottle occasionally as her eyes started to droop from a mixture of exhaustion and medication. She could see that she was almost done with her milk, but she didn't feel confident that she would be aw ske for very long after finishing it. Unbeknownst to Caroline, she passed out in the nurse's arms with roughly a little less than a quarter left in her bottle.


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It could've been hours or even days later when Caroline regained consciousness and found herself tightly swaddled inside of the incubator. Unlike every other time she had awakened in this horrible situation, Caroline wasn't confused about her surroundings or her newfound status as a newborn. She wasn't happy about it where she was or how she was dressed, but at least she wasn't having trouble differentiating between whether her current waking moments were reality or some fucked up fantasy like the very first time she had awoken in this hell. 


Taking a moment to tune out the ever present symphony of sobbing and sniffling infants surrounding her plastic dome, she reflected on how her previous plan of trying to communicate with the Amazons had failed. It wasn't that she hadn't done everything she could; she literally exhausted herself trying to get through to the nurse that she was an adult. The real issue was that everything she did came across as babyish. If she attempted to talk it sounded like an innocent baby babbling nonsense. When she tried to get their attention through physical means it looked like her brand new body was acting exactly like any other newborn baby. If she tried to fight back it just confirmed what the Amazon's thought they were seeing; a fussy newborn who missed her mother.


That last thought made Caroline grow anxious as her fear of being abandoned and put up for adoption in a foreign country rapidly rose to the surface of her mind. For the first time in her life Caroline actually needed an Amazon's help. If the demented doctor upheld her word, things would go back to normal after a few months of physical therapy with the worst side effect being the loss of her continence. That being said, it looked increasingly likely that Dr. Devereux had no intention of keeping her word and she would be stuck in diapers for the foreseeable future. With that terrible thought in mind the real question was whether or not she would throw Caroline away or keep her as some kind of bizarre trophy. 


Caroline laid there as her mind started to wander back to the work that Matilda Devereux had been doing. It seemed painfully obvious that the woman had proven her theory of unbirth, but would it actually jump start an infertile Amazon's womb like the woman had claimed all those months ago? The swaddled woman could only assume that it was possible since such things were beyond her realm of expertise. She dealt with genetic markers, diets and helping Amazons who wanted to get pregnant do so through normal and natural means. Sticking a fully grown Little into an Amazon and hoping that it would magically awaken the reproduction functions of a woman's body sounded like the plot of a horrifying science fiction movie. Then again, if Matilda could actually conceive after this unethical event then it would prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that her methods actually worked. 


'Oh, God. If she decides to keep me then I would literally be her first born child's "little" sister.' Just the thought made Caroline visibly shiver.


A shadow fell over her incubator as Caroline noticed the unfamiliar face of another nurse. Even though she didn't recognize this woman, she still expected the nurse to give her another bottle and put her back to sleep, but the giant didn't have a bottle in her hand. Caroline squinted through the plastic separating herself from the maternity ward and saw what looked like a white gown draped over the nurse's forearm.


'Oh fuck me!' Caroline scowled as she recognized the garment that looked like it was meant for orphans of the state.


Her petulant frown went unnoticed by the nurse who punched in a numerical password and opened the lid of the incubator. The cooler air of the maternity ward kissed Caroline's face, making her realize just how bundled up she was. She could only lay there in her cocoon made of fabric, waiting for the nurse to make her move which Caroline assumed would be a diaper check followed by another diaper change before she was dressed and transferred to her new home for who knows how many years. 


At least she was going to get a diaper change before being moved. It felt like she had wet herself in her sleep since her diaper had become massively swollen underneath the bundle of blankets wrapped around her body since her last change.


With a practiced hand, the nurse peeled back the layers of thick terry cloth, peeling them back much like one would peel the outer layers of an onion until Caroline was freed from her swaddle. The first thing Caroline did was gaze down past her flat chest until she saw her thick diaper which definitely looked like it was wet. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a plastic square dangling from her ankle attached by a tiny cuff. It looked like it listed her physical attributes, but it was in a strange writing that Caroline couldn't decipher. 


Before Caroline could figure out where her name was on the anklet, the giant woman's forearm blocked her view as the nurse reached for her diaper. A large finger brushed against her bald crotch which caused Caroline to clumsily pull her uncoordinated body away from the digit that was searching for moisture. The check only lasted for a few more seconds until the nurse withdrew her index finger from Caroline's disposable underwear. 


"Nureta." The giant nurse smiled as she spoke.


It didn't take a degree in linguistics for Caroline to figure out that the nurse had deemed her diaper wet enough to change. The soggy padding cradling her bottom was proof enough of that, but having the nurse confirm that she was wet made Caroline feel even worse than before. 


'Great, I'm becoming a bedwetter.'


The new nurse grabbed Caroline by her ankles and was about to start changing her diaper when a familiar face appeared beside her. Caroline immediately recognized the woman as the nurse who had been taking care of her up until this point. Despite not knowing either woman Caroline felt her face grow hot as she realized that she was going to have an audience watching her get her diaper changed.


"Kanojo o hahaoya ni tsureteiku." 


Once again, Caroline didn't exactly know what was being said, but it sounded like the woman who had put her through hell before her nap had given the new nurse an order.


The nurse who was seconds away from ripping the tapes off of Caroline's bloated diaper looked over at the nurse with a raised eyebrow. "Kanojo wa omutsu kōkan ga hitsuyōdesu!"


"Sore wa matsu koto ga dekimasu." 


"Kanojo wa hosshin ga arimasu!" An irritated response came from the woman holding her by her chubby legs.


"Hakase Devereux ga matteimasu." The original nurse from earlier replied, seemingly ending the debate.


Caroline recognized one of the words! It sounded like the woman who had wiped her butt earlier had said 'Devereux!' But what did that mean? Was Matilda still in the hospital? If she was still in the building did that mean she was going to take her out of this horrible place?!


The next thing Caroline knew the woman who had been left in charge of her was sliding the small white gown she had brought over her head and down her body, covering her almost nonexistent chest and stomach. Much to Caroline's surprise, the gown actutally ended just above her knees and fully covered her diaper. The Little barely got a moment to truly appreciate this added measure of modesty before she was scooped up and carried across the maternity ward. It all happened so fast, like the woman in pink was in a hurry to take her somewhere. 


They walked through a door that Caroline didn't even know was on the other side of the maternity ward which exited into a long corridor. Caroline looked around in awe at the large medical devices that sat randomly along the walls as they traveled deeper into the building. Her journey was short lived as the nurse carrying her finished traversing the entire length of the hallway until they came to a door which the giantess holding her easily opened. 


"There's my little baby!" A familiar voice called out to Caroline.


Caroline spotted Dr. Devereux sitting on the side of her bed, looking like she was ready to leave felt the hospital. Before she could open her mouth she felt the nurse resume walking until they were right next to Matilda Devereux's bed. The nurse handed her over to larger woman who accepted her with a grin. Caroline found herself face to face with the woman who had carried her like a baby for who knew how many months. 


"Pwease tell me wer leavin dis pwace." A blush spread across Caroline face as she internally cringed at how babyish her voice sounded.


"Yes, but first I need to relieve the pressure in my breasts." Matilda replied, adjusting Caroline until she rested in the crook of her left arm. The giant proceeded to start unbuttoning her blouse with her right hand until a white maternity bra popped out.


Caroline gasped upon seeing the woman's big breasts spill out of her blouse, literally inches away from her face. She stared at them in a mixture of dumbfounded awe and apprehension as wet spots started to form on Matilda's maternity bra. Caroline felt a growing sense of dread building up inside of her as the giant unclipped the flaps on her maternity bra, unleashing her erect nipples dripping with milk; she really expected her to drink from her breasts!


"Wyat!" Caroline exclaimed with her babyish speech impediment. "I neva sad I'd drink from dose!"


"I'm your mommy now, baby." Matilda cooed, bringing her arm inwards, pushing Caroline's head closer to her exposed nipple beading with milk.


Caroline tried to pull her head away from the massive breast, but Matilda was just so much stronger and bigger than her. It literally was no different than a mother trying to breastfeed her fussy baby. No matter how much she squirmed she couldn't stop the inevitable from happening. Her lips came into contact with the milk dripping from Matilda's teat and a tiny droplet entered her mouth. The moment the milk entered her mouth Caroline felt an overwhelming urge to latch on and suck until she was full.


The moment her baby's lips touched her nipple, Matilda felt a surge of pleasure run up her spine. An unfamiliar tug soon followed until her new daughter's mouth worked itself into a steady rhythm. Matilda couldn't keep herself from moaning as the Little Geneticist nested against her breast started to properly fed from her tit just like a baby. 


This was everything she had ever wanted and then some! Not only did she remove a highly intelligent rival from the field of fertility and genetic research, but she did it while simultaneously reducing the well respected woman to nothing more than a pamper pooping, breastfeeding infant! The best part wasn't taking down an adversary; it was gaining a daughter!


Matilda Devereux gazed down at the Little lady in her arms who was happily sucking on her breasts. She had been taking the pills for roughly nine months now while carrying her and there were definitely times that she wondered if it was going to be worth it. The back pain from carrying Caroline around had been excruciating and the extra weight her breasts had gained didn't help. Between those ailments and the occasional bout of morning sickness, Matilda had actually considered getting an abortion. However, seeing that content little face suckling at her breast was worth every moment of pain she had endured to get to this point.


Matilda looked up from her newly born adult baby and made eye contact with her doctor."Thank you for not telling the nurses in the maternity ward that she was really a Little and not an Amazon newborn. I wanted her to have the most authentic experience possible."


"They're used to Littles occasionally winding up in the maternity ward, but we always treat them the same as the newborns. After all, they all came out of their mothers the same way." 


The women in the room shared a laugh as Caroline continue feeding from her new mother's breast.


Caroline felt that the nipple had left her mouth, but her little lips still smacked together sucking in air. She found herself looking up at her new mother, slightly confused by the lack of milk until she was placed over Matilda's shoulder. Even in her milk induced haze, she figured out that the Amazon was going to burp her. This assumption was proven correct as the nurse who carried her in placed a cloth over Matilda's shoulder. Gentle, but steady patting caused a bubble of pressure to rise from her gut until she actually spat up some milk just like a baby!


“That's my good girl." Caroline heard Matilda praising her before she was lowered back to the woman's chest and resumed feeding.


They sat there for roughly ten more minutes as the Amazons in the room talked about all sorts of things that Caroline really couldn't care about. She was far too focused on listening to Matilda's heartbeat as she fed; it was so calming and felt oddly familiar to her as her suckling mouth began to slow down. She could feel herself growing more relaxed as her Matilda's milk filled her stomach. Her eyelids became heavy as she tried to keep them open. Part of her wanted to go back to sleep, but she knew that she couldn't rest until she knew what Dr. Devereux had planned for her. 


"I think it's time I introduce my new daughter to her grandmother. Can you bring me my baby carrier?" Matilda pulled Caroline away from her breast and waited a moment for the young nurse to bring her the rear facing carseat that she had purchased for Caroline. 


She heard the woman's voice say something about meeting her grandmother. It was such a calming tone and told her exactly what was going to happen next. In the back of her mind Caroline knew this was all wrong, but the milk was making her drowsy and clouding her judgment. 


"Time for your nap." Miltada coed as she lowered Caroline into the rear facing baby carrier. 


Caroline looked up at her new mother as she was placed into an Amazin sized baby carrier. Before she could even process what she was laying in, Matilda had bent over her and was buckling her into the carrier. Caroline could feel the straps going in between her legs, pressing against the front of her disposable diaper while the other straps went across her chest and shoulders. All the straps went into the plastic locking mechanism that rest on her slightly chubby tummy. 


With her baby securely fastened into her baby carrier, Matilda grabbed the handle, lifting Caroline up off of the ground and started carrying the former professional towards her new life as her newborn baby.



The End…