Vacation Changes - A Diaper Dimension Story

Chapter 3
3 - Part 3 & 4

Rhiannon sat flicking through the channels from her hotel bed, finding herself increasingly agitated. Where the fuck had her mom gone? And what was she supposed to do if she didn’t come back soon?

Realising that she’d simply been rotating through the channels without paying attention, she looked up and frowned. There didn’t seem to be anything good on, and she’d been so lost in her thoughts that the same dozen or so channels had probably gone by a hundred times now. Yet they were all only playing kids shows, which had kept her going endlessly until she found something better.

She finally stopped on one, feeling annoyed that she wasn’t catching the local news or maybe a soap opera - it would be interesting to see how they mixed giants and dwarves in that sort of show’s context after all - but she found that, annoyingly, it was just another kid’s show. Some sort of educational program with puppets and adults teaching spelling and morality lessons to some little kids. One excitable bald man was explaining the benefits of being good to a very awkward looking little girl who stood blushing in layered pink frilly dress, who was clearly shy about her role on TV.

Rhiannon sighed and tried the next channel, only to find another kids show which wasn’t any better. A bunch of colourful tubby looking creatures were prancing around on a grassy hill, leading a group of thickly diapered toddlers who were struggling to keep up, and Rhiannon scowled, thinking that they had this show at home, or one like it. She tried again, getting a singing purple dinosaur teaching lessons to a bunch of kids sucking on pacifiers sitting in a semi-circle watching him, before squinting at the corner of the screen and realising that it had a large red warning which read ’Child Lock: On’.

"God dammit!" Rhiannon hissed in frustration. Had her Mom done this to her? Or was the hotel just that lame? She’d come all this way partway around the world to explore the culture, and instead she was stuck watching kids shows.

Feeling that she’d run out of options, she tried to turn the TV off, but found that it wouldn’t respond to that command either. She pressed the button again and again, and grew red with frustration as she began mashing every button instead, watching it flick through boring juvenile shows until she finally just muted it. She sat back and blinked in surprise at how frustrated she’d become, looking around her hotel room to remind herself where she was. She was in another country for the first time ever, and she should be making something of that to impress her friends when she got back home. Most of them were probably partying and laying around by pools for their yearly study break, and she needed something to one up that after missing out this year.

Unfortunately things were going to be boring until her Mom got back with the money and hotel access cards. Rhiannon supposed that she could sleep now, and stay out later at night, since that could be fun, and she’d had to get up for their early morning flight. After all, who knew what exciting things dwarves did at night on the mainland - probably more interesting than what her friends were doing back home, likely laying about in bikinis by the pools and talking about upcoming university courses.

She yawned, and lay back, worming under the covers while still wrapped in her towel. Perhaps her Mom would be back at any moment, hopefully with bags of groceries from which Rhiannon could get something to eat. Until then, she would catch up on sleep, and prepare for a big night while her idiot Mom would likely be in bed before sunset, exhausted from her big day. She smirked at the thought that her cranky mother was likely having more encounters like on their way in, knowing that the bratty woman just couldn’t handle being talked down to diminutively, and would be yelling and fighting and making a fool of herself on her first day in another country before long. Rhiannon would play it more cool, and would totally upshow her mom by fitting in like a regular dwarf on the mainland, indistinguishable from the locals before long.

She snuggled up into her pillow, and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep with that smug confident thought. Annoyingly, her bed still smelt like the mystery powder - maybe talcum - and she sighed, wondering what in the hell her mom had gotten up to before going out, and what idiotic things she was up to now.

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Rhiannon awoke bleary eyed and to the colourful flashing lights of the TV. She stared in confusion at the kids shows playing on silent for a moment, before finally remembering where she was, and why the TV was still on.

She groaned, and rolled over, looking out the glass balcony doors. It was sometime past dark out, and her damn mother still wasn’t back. She was probably adapting to the local life better than Rhiannon had expected, and the young tourist frowned with bitter jealousy.

Worse, she was hungry, had no money, and hadn’t been given a chance to explore the country on her first day like she’d planned. Her expected vacation experiences were being stolen, and now her mother was likely living it up somewhere, getting all of the excitement and adventure of being a tourist Little on the mainland first. She tried to imagine where her mom might be right now, probably getting a great meal, sitting in some sort of fancy chair especially made for dwarves so they could fit in with the big people’s world, likely blatantly wearing some cute local outfit that she didn’t even realise that she was too old for.

Rhiannon made a dramatic face at the thought, and stared miserably out at the inviting city lights. Oh how Rhiannon wanted to be out there, spending money, dressing as the local dwarves did, hell - her stomach growled - just getting some regular food. Whatever the locals ate.

She kicked off her blanket and looked about with a serious frown. Her mother had seemingly left her nothing, which was rude even by her standards. Lorraine couldn’t just do that, it was... Why, it was child abuse, Rhiannon thought, an evil smile spreading across her face. Oh how she’d make trouble for her mother now.

Sitting up in her bed, she reached for the big phone on the counter between the two bedheads, and, pulled the heavy receiver over, working out quickly how to call the front desk.

"Hello?" a voice clicked a moment later, "Can we help you?"

Struggling to figure out what to say, she took a breath, then tried to sound as calm and collected as possible. She didn’t want them to think that she was hysterical, after all, she just wanted them to give her mother a difficult time, harsh looks and cross comments and so on, to let the woman know that this kind of thing was unacceptable. She wouldn’t give her exact age, just make it seem like somebody was being neglectful and that they should give her mother hell for it.

"Yes, I’m in... room 24-A, and my mother has left me. I have no food, or anything. I was wondering if you could possibly have somebody call her? If she gave a number. She really shouldn’t have done this. I think it’s child abuse."

She smiled smugly, and patiently held the giant phone receiver to her side, awaiting a reply.

"We’ll send somebody up right away," the voice quickly replied on the other end, "You just wait there, okay?"

"Oh... Sure..." Rhiannon replied, feeling a little surprised, and annoyed that they didn’t try calling her mom like she had hoped. She’d not actually wanted to speak to anybody in person, but maybe at least she could get a meal from them now, maybe talk them into putting it on her mother’s credit card under room service.

While they’d unfortunately realise that she wasn’t as young as she had suggested in the call, she’d now still be given a chance to play up the drama about her situation, which would come back to haunt her mother later on... Smiling and satisfied with her plan, the tourist moved the heavy receiver back over to the phone dialler, and set it down with a click.

Humming one of the songs that she’d been listening to on loop in the shower, Rhiannon began glancing about the messy room, wondering what she should say when they arrived. It was a bit awkward, but at best it would create a bit of frustration for her mother, hopefully they were contacting her right now. She would play up the pity angle, and maybe get that meal, it was perfect... Though it suddenly dawned on her that she was only wearing a towel with no underwear.

There was a knock, then a beep as somebody began swiping a door card a moment later. Rhiannon jumped in surprise, thinking that she still wasn’t even dressed, realising that she’d dazed out while smugly plotting. The tourist panicked, sliding from her tall bed and double checking that the towel was still in place, before rushing towards the door. It wasn’t the way that she’d hoped to be met, especially since the towel was fairly light and might even be transparent under the right lighting. Still, it would have to do, and she quickly tried to intercept her guest at the door. She was a bit peeved that they were letting themselves in, and for a moment worried that it might her mother returning, which would put a crimp in her plans for revenge, and annoyingly allow her mother to contradict her story once the actual staff showed up.

Instead, a young amazon poked her head in, glancing about the room in obvious concern before looking down to find Rhiannon.

"Oh there you are. Are you ok hon?" the girl asked, flinging open the door and advancing quickly down the short hall.

The giantess wore the uniform of the staff, and Rhiannon could only stand baffled as the giantess bore down towards her. They were so... big. She’d almost forgotten what her morning had been like.

A moment later the enormous woman was wrapping her arms around Rhiannon, seemingly set on comforting her after her supposed ordeal, leaving the tourist standing there gaping and thinking that it was all a bit over the top. She found herself remaining still as a post as the woman patted her on the back a few times, murmuring something about how it was all going to be okay, before finally pulling away.

"Now when did your mother leave you here Sweetie?" the young woman asked incredulously, her eyes full of understanding pity as she looked down. "Oh it’s just about child abuse isn’t it!"

"Yes!" Rhiannon declared impertinently, "I’ve been here ALL day! I’ve got nothing to eat. No access cards, no money, nothing! Really I think she needs a talking to! My mother’s gone too far this time!"

The giantess nodded, reaching over to pat Rhiannon on the shoulder once again. The tourist found it a bit embarrassingly intimate, not to mention intimidating given the woman’s enormous size, but she bit her tongue and kept from making a face, knowing that playing up the drama of the situation and getting them on her side would most likely help her, not to mention the planned torment of her bitchy mother.

"Hrm, we best get you out of here then," the giantess said decisively, removing the her hand from her shoulder, only to turn it into two hands snaking under Rhiannon’s armpits, suddenly lifting the dwarf tourist into the air.

"H-Hey!" the tourist squeaked, having not expected that. There were... limits, to social decorum, surely. A Big couldn’t just pick up a Little like that, it wasn’t like she was... some pet or a child... Even if she was similar in size for them.

Before she’d even properly registered the sudden act of being manhandled, she’d been sat at the woman’s hip, held in place by a strong arm, and felt her mind go blank from embarrassment. Suddenly she was wishing only for her towel to stay in place, and wondered in the fuck the woman thought that she was doing. Maybe... Maybe she thought it would be faster to transport her this way, but it would not be a story that she’d be telling her friends once she got back home. In fact, she very much doubted that she would ever admit to anybody that she’d been so handled in such a way. Her butt was cupped by the woman’s arm for goodness’ sake!

"Oh you poor thing, you must be so unused to people taking care of you properly, mustn’t you?" the woman cooed, looking around the room and walking over to switch the TV off manually. "How terrible, and you’re right, I don’t see your mother anywhere. And oh, what a mess it is in here! Why there’s a cute little pair of socks up here on one of the light shades, how messy."

Rhiannon looked around the room from an entirely new height, feeling dizzy and nodding automatically, clinging to the woman’s side without entirely meaning to. She didn’t know how to handle being handled in such a way at all, staring about wide eyed and biting her tongue as the giantess moved about the room, poking and prodding, getting a good look everywhere before finally deciding that her search was done.

"Welp, I guess I better get you out of here!" the worker exclaimed, "I’m sure if they get in contact with your mother from the office, they’ll have a few choice words to say to her!"

Rhiannon slowly nodded again, feeling that she was at least hearing things which fit her original plan now. Although being carried wasn’t her little plan at all, in fact she’d definitely never imagined even getting picked up. She realised that she had simply been nodding dumbly to everything that the giantess woman asked, not even sure what she was responding to half the time, until the hotel worker was carrying her out of the room.

"I um-" she began, feeling a surge of panic as she looked back at her retreating bed. Her small bag was by the end, and contained all her options for remaining clothes. Their airline luggage still hadn’t arrived, but at least her bag still had a few things which she could change into, given that she was still only in a towel...

"My bag!" she whined, but it was too late, the door was already closing and locking automatically behind them, and they were out into the hall. She whimpered, and the woman gently shushed her while shifting the tourist about on her hip, maybe to rest her more comfortably, or maybe to get a better grip in case she acted up. Perhaps the woman just thought it more efficient to transfer Littles this way...

It suddenly dawned on Rhiannon then that the woman might not be entirely aware of her age, considering their height difference, and the story that she’d given... Hell, she was currently sitting in only a towel, and would look so small to the giantess... Hell, she could look entirely like a completely abandoned kid for all the woman knew! Especially considering the TV shows that were on...

"Look, um," she began, realising the possible mistake, and the woman’s attitude the entire time, "I think that there might have been a bit of a mix up. You see-"

"Don’t worry dear," the giantess kindly assured her, "We’ll get to the bottom of things with your mother, I assure you. Now you don’t want to spend another moment in that pig-sty of a room now do you? No! It’s a place of disappointing parents and unhappy memories. Why, we’ll get you downstairs, and then will get things sorted out for you."

Rhiannon nodded slowly, supposing reluctantly that it might be easier to explain the embarrassing mix up once down there, since explaining while the woman carried her at her hip, well below her face level, was hardly going to work well...

She was entirely regretting her little plan to stir up drama now, and was completely tongue-tied over how to explain her usage of the term ’child abuse’, while not coming off as a completely dramatic trouble-maker, which was ultimately the truth, she realised with a cringe. Dammit, why hadn’t she just been truthful from the start?

She whimpered, clinging tighter to the woman, noting with a blush that her relatively small hand was clutching over one of the woman’s enormous boobs, finally realising why the giantess felt so soft there.

Oh hell no, she thought quickly, readjusting her hands to somewhere less embarrassing. She still clung tightly to the back of the woman’s outfit, but adjusted her other hand down above the woman’s stomach, which was far firmer. The giantess was in shape, she thought with a blush. Oh now the woman would think even less of her maturity, given that she’d had her hand mindlessly on her boob for the past few minutes.

It was going to be an embarrassing explanation once they got downstairs, and she closed her eyes as they walked towards the elevator, hating every moment of being carried out in public like this. Not to mention that there was only a thin white towel protecting her modesty, which was likely quite transparent where her butt was straining against the woman’s strong arm... She tried to reassure herself that it was at least late at night, fretting away at the woman’s hip while the giantess confidently walked and swayed. Once they got downstairs, and got to the staff room or whatever, she could finally find a way to explain it all, and get somebody to help her with modesty situation at the same time...

There was a ding, and the lift began going down, before finally there was another ding and the rush of cool air. They walked for a time, seeming to go on forever, until finally Rhiannon pulled her face away from where she’d near buried it in the woman’s side to hide, and realised that they were in the underground car park.

"Wait, what are we doing down here?" Rhiannon asked in confusion, seeing a van belonging to the resort parked ahead of them.

"You obviously can’t go back to your room dear," the woman said, casually reaching out with one hand to open the van’s sliding door, bracing Rhiannon with the other. "But don’t worry, we know a place where you can stay tonight."

Rhiannon’s anxiety turned into panic.

"Wait!" she exclaimed, beginning to wriggle. Sitting at the giantess’s hip was the weirdest thing in the world, and the entirely unusual and embarrassing state of it was making it hard for her to find her words or coherent mental state.

"There’s been a mistake!" she insisted, not wanting to elaborate, but hoping that it just would slow the woman down, cause her to pause and let Rhiannon collect herself and her words.

Unfortunately it didn’t, and she found two hands pushing her backwards into a booster seat, embarrassingly even more childish than the one she’d sat in on the shuttle bus. Oh did the woman really think...? Or was it just the standard way of getting dwarves around in big vehicles?

"We’ll get it sorted out as soon as we get there dear," the woman promised, seeming to be largely set on ignoring Rhiannon’s insistences, "They’re much more qualified than me to handle these types of situations, they deal with them regularly enough."

"Well, I..." Rhiannon began awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Maybe it would be easier to just go there, and get it sorted out... It would just be a quick drive over, and it seemed like it would be harder to explain it to the local young giantess who wasn’t even qualified in such things. Besides, she didn’t much want the hotel staff to know that she’d been trying to create drama. Getting to talk to some other people she’d never see again in this foreign country, before coming back, might be better...

She squirmed in her booster seat for a moment, but finally decided to stay silent until they got to the destination. She gasped as she realised that the woman was bringing a strap up between her legs, and quickly squeaked and reached down to hold the towel in place while the woman worked the buckle up over her pelvis. She turned pink as the giantess spent some time tightening the strap with fingers whisking against her towel constantly, seeming completely unfazed, like Rhiannon’s wriggles were just dramatic oddities of a child, and perhaps just hoping that her night shift ended soon.

"Now you just sit back here and be good," the woman commanded with a mixture of stern command and gentle reassurance, punctuating her sentence by turning a lock on Rhiannon’s crotch buckle.

Rhiannon nodded dumbly, flinching as the woman patted her head, and feeling that her case for explaining things was getting worse by the second as she delayed. But still, she felt more comfortable with her chances of explaining things at the other end, she just wasn’t sure how she was going to face this woman on the drive back.

The van’s door slid closed, and Rhiannon jumped at the bang, realising that she was trapped in the back of the van. Suddenly in the cold dark, without the imposing giantess in her face, she wondered why she was going along with all this. She was sitting in a booster seat, late at night, about to be driven somewhere. Fuck, what was she doing? She was just hungry, cold, and a little tired, not to mention overwhelmed with being in a new country and being manhandled in such a way. But she should have spoken up, she needed to now, things were all getting out of hand. It was late at night and she was about to be driven off to who only knew where.

She would speak up once the woman got into the front of the van, she decided...

The lights flickered on, and Rhiannon looked up to see the woman entering, and... that there was a glass partition between the front and the back of the van. She saw now that she was surrounded by booster seats, not unlike her own, and realised with a shock that it was seemingly a van for dealing with lost children. There were toys strewn about on the floor, and the faint smell of urine. She turned pink, realising now that she actually had been mistaken for a child. It was no longer just theoretical.

She realised that the giants might well occasionally mistake Littles that way, since they couldn’t easily tell the difference, and who knew how long it could go on if the Little didn’t speak up. She wondered if it had ever happened to anybody else, oh it must have, at least once before, and it must have been rather embarrassing. It probably at least happened occasionally in the history of this crazy multi-sized country, people being mistaken from behind in shopping queues and so on, though Rhiannon wondered if she had gotten the worst of it, going much further than it usually did.

It was extra embarrassing that she was stuck behind a glass partition seemingly created to keep the noise of rowdy and difficult kids from reaching and distracting the driver. She shivered, thinking that a dwarf stuck in such a situation was as trapped as any real kid for the trip, experiencing the same debasing treatment of being given no option to speak up until the ’adult in the front’ got to where they were going, and felt that the kids in the back were worth listening to. She began kicking, struggling at the strap buckle on her crotch, refusing to let herself give in to experiencing that childish condition for the drive, but found that, annoyingly, the woman really had locked her in with the crotch buckle.

"Fuck!" she hissed, and reached out hopelessly in an attempt to pound on the glass partition window, but found that it was several arm lengths away and significantly above her height anyway. Slinking back into her booster seat with a blush, she realised that she really was set for a trip of mistaken identity, locked in the back like a regular child.

The van pulled into motion, and the tourist sat miserably in her locked booster seat. She tried waving, yelling, and stating her age as loud as she could in case the woman could hear her through the glass. She tried explaining that there’d been a mistake, that she couldn’t leave the hotel - that all her clothes were there! But the woman just couldn’t hear her, the pane of glass seemed to be designed to drown out shrieking kids putting on just this kind of show upon realising that they were being driven off somewhere, probably being taken into protective services, she realised with a sinking stomach. Oh it was going to be an embarrassing conversation once she got there, and she doubted that the trip would take long, only bringing it about all the sooner.

It was late, and the streets were empty, and they cruised past countless buildings and suburbs unimpeded, which only made Rhiannon increasingly nervous about how far they were travelling. She’d presumed that it would only be a short trip, but now... She tried kicking a few more times for good measure, but was well and truly stuck, locked in just as well as any child would be.

The city buildings began to ease away to smaller apartments, and then houses, and she began to panic, realising how far they were travelling. It had perhaps been over an hour now of driving at full speed, and she didn’t even know the direction they were going. Sure she’d looked at a few maps of the city before coming over, but it was dark, and she had no idea of anything beyond their little tourist area, especially far out into the countryside. She was left to sit miserably alone in the booster seat, legs dangling into nothingness within the enormous van, silently panicking until even that passed.

She was going to be in for it now, making them drive all this way. What was meant to be a dramatic prank on her mom had suddenly turned into a major mix up which was going to screw up her holiday significantly. She suddenly had pictures of having to wait at this place until her mom came and picked her up, signing her out, and who knew how long it would take the woman to come and collect her? Even if she did state her true age, would they let her go drama-free after causing them all this trouble? Were they even going to believe her at this point? Or would they just think that she was being a dramatic brat, a sudden tantrum after the long late night journey where her juvenile age had not been in doubt at any point before? Especially since they might not want to consider that they’d made such a mistake after all that driving...

She supposed that she could resort to the terrible option, lifting her towel to flash her pubic hair and prove her age... But no... There were some lines which Rhiannon wasn’t able to bring herself to cross easily, and flashing herself would be her absolute last resort. She’d try talking first, though at least she could use to that embarrassing resort if other options failed.

Finally, after what seemed over an hour of driving, they began to slow down, pulling up outside what looked like a rather institutional three story grey building. It was surrounded by a tall iron fence by even amazon standards, and just about impossible to surpass by dwarf standards. As the headlights rolled over the sign by the gate, Rhiannon’s stomach sunk as she read that it was a lost kids home and orphanage.

Great... she’d expected to maybe be getting taken to the cops or something to make a statement against her mother, but this was dramatically more embarrassing. At least it was just a mistake, and she’d get it sorted out, but just the knowledge of their intention to commit her to such a place was unnerving. She was an adult and a tourist after all, they wouldn’t keep her in a place like this, but it was just going to be horrifically embarrassing to have to explain it all.

Realising that she was sweating from anxiety, she began squirming about on her damp towel and hoping that the damn booster seat would at least be behind her soon. The extent of her screw up was now evident to her, and they’d be so pissed when they found out after all that driving that she’d just been attempting to create drama. But then, it wasn’t her fault! The glass partition had left her unable to communicate for well over an hour! Of course, they’d then ask why she had used the term child abuse back in the hotel, and she’d have to admit that she’d just been a dramatic trouble maker and attempted bitch towards her mom, using the hotel staff in her games...

That they actually thought that putting her in a kids home was the right solution for what they saw when looking at her didn’t help her confidence levels one bit. She was never exactly well endowed, so to speak, but still had always presumed that she looked mature enough to be easily recognised as an adult, even by larger people. After all, she and her friends often wore bikinis and low cut dresses, and looked womanly enough by their own standards. But then, amazons were all particularly well-endowed, maybe their standards for adulthood appearance were a bit different...

The door slid open, and Rhiannon squirmed in her booster seat, unhappily letting the woman go about beginning to unstrap her. It was easily going to be the most awkward conversation of her life, and she was in no rush to start it. Not out here, in the dark, beside a remote regional orphanage after such a long drive... She found herself wishing that she’d actually planned what she was going to say during the long trip over, instead of just sitting there feeling bad for herself.

The last strap was worked out from under her arm, and Rhiannon winced as suddenly the woman’s hands came to lift her again, giving her absolutely no benefit of the doubt for being a mature aged college student and adult.

"Can I just walk?" she asked with a whimper, just wanting to get inside to explain things with the assistance of the light.

"No darling, you have no shoes," the cute young hotel worker point out, reaching over to tap Rhiannon on the nose.

She squirmed, scrunching up her face and getting a look of bemusement from the woman holding her, who seemed to think of it as just like the antics of a bratty little kid. She was suddenly rested over the woman’s shoulder, a hand properly under backside now, and turned every shade of scarlet, looking at their receding van while the woman bounced her a little as they walked towards the ominous lost kids home.

There was a buzz, and then a moment later an electronic door opened, and Rhiannon found herself only growing more nervous as she was being carried inside. Just the thought of possibly ending up staying here was horrible, though she knew that realistically she wouldn’t be. Overwhelming fluorescent lights caused her to blink and grow disoriented, leaving her feeling stunned as she lay over the woman’s shoulder.

Maybe she’d just leave it a bit longer to explain... It was so hard right now, and the sudden lights were so disorienting. She still didn’t even have a good explanation for why she’d done what she had which sounding like a drama queen...

Worse, it dawned on her that she was still in her white towel, being carried backwards, and she hardly wanted to face anybody as she was right now... But then, things weren’t exactly going to get better.

The hotel worker’s heels clacked on the tiles of a drab grey hallway, and they came to a reception desk where a disinterested giantess wearing spectacles simply waved them through, barely looking up. Rhiannon looked down in amazement as they walked right past, finding that the woman didn’t even need to consider anything out of the ordinary about what she saw in their new arrival. She supposed that it was good in a way, less people really getting a good look at her and knowing of her embarrassing situation, but at the same time, her apparent unimportance and the disinterest they showed towards her wasn’t inspiring her confidence. But she’d have to find it and speak up, any moment now...

They came into a rectangular staff room, where a woman in a white nurse’s outfit looked up from where she was stacking some white towels at a bench, raising her brows.

"Another one?" she asked.

"Yes. Abandoned and neglected by her mother, the poor dear," the giantess hotel worker said with pity, shaking her head while the dwarf sputtered at the hair flicking into her mouth. "We didn’t have many details on her, you’ll have to get her details for the system yourself."

Suddenly both of the giant’s eyes were on Rhiannon, and she felt even smaller than before, if that was even possible.

"Can you tell us your name honey?" the giantess nurse asked, walking over to a computer while the hotel worker gave her a little suggestive bounce.

"Rh-Rhiannon," she stammered in awkward nervous obedience, looking as the giantess nurse began filling out some details on a computer terminal, causing her to start panicking. Dammit, she’d left it too late, she didn’t want to end up with a profile on some orphanage system... "But listen, there’s been a bit of a-"

"And how long did your mother leave you alone Rhiannon?" the nurse asked. "You can use your fingers to show us how many."

Rhiannon blinked, opened her mouth, then closed it again, deciding that she’d at least answer the question, since it might help get them on her side before she explained the actual crucial truth that they were missing.

"I think it was like nine hours," she answered, feeling a little more confident that they’d at least have a little anger at her mother now, and maybe understand her plight a little more once she explained it to them.

"Oh dear, that’s terrible," the giantess nurse clucked, shaking her head.

Rhiannon nodded, shivering in the woman’s arms. She was twenty, complaining about her mom leaving her alone, which might to some only seem more juvenile... Maybe not something which would help her case in truth. What if once they found out the truth... they laughed at her...

"She had no clothes on her?" the nurse giantess asked, nodding towards the towel.

"I just found her in this," the hotel amazon replied, giving a shrug which lifted and lowered Rhiannon with it. "Though there was clothes all over her room. I suppose she might have had an accident."

Rhiannon blinked again. What did they mean by accident? She was wearing a towel, not a hospital gown... And besides, those clothes were mature, the giantess wouldn’t have mistaken her for a child if she thought they were hers. But then, maybe given that they were all just so small to them, they wouldn’t pay attention to any details beyond that...

"The towel is a bit damp," the amazon holding her shrugged, "She might not even be ready for panties. You know how they are. The hotel room was a bit of a mess when we left."

"The t-towel just like that from sweat-" Rhiannon began nervously, but they were already talking over her.

"I suppose we better get her cleaned up, either way," the huge nurse replied, walking over to the wall and pulling open a metal hatch in apparent routine boredom. "Just put her on the conveyer belt, and you can leave. I’ll fill out the rest of the details."

Rhiannon balked. The hotel worker was leaving? But she needed her to get home! Alright, now was really the time to speak up, she couldn’t put it off now.

"Okay hang on just a second!" Rhiannon began, being carried towards the machine even as she spoke.

Shit, they weren’t going to take her towel were they? Was the nurse just planning on giving her some sort of bath? Holding her under a shower head?

"These new Bremer machines really are a great addition," the nurse remarked, "Really takes the pressure off us."

"Oh you got one of those," the hotel worker remarked excitedly, placing Rhiannon down on some sort of ribbed extrusion from the wall.

"Fully robotic." the Nurse declared cheerfully, giving the metallic wall a good thump for good measure.

Rhiannon found herself glancing over her shoulder to try and work out what they were talking about, unable to find her objections until she had an understanding of what was going on just at that moment. There was an opening chute in the wall behind her, and she was sitting on some sort of cold ribbed surface. Was it a robotic cleaning chute like a carwash? Were they just going to spray her with water? If she went under that in her towel, it would probably go completely transparent...

"OK look-" she began in exasperated frustration, having had enough.

The nurse however was already pressing a big red button on the wall, causing Rhiannon to gasp as the machine lurched into motion beneath her.

"Wait!" she insisted, the conveyer beginning to move underneath her now. "I need to talk to you!"

It was too late, she found herself suddenly whisking down the chute into the wall, the nurse and hotel worker quickly receding in a shrinking square of light.

She shrieked as she plunged into darkness, having no idea what to expect, until suddenly she emerged into a tunnel dimly lit by red lights. She most definitely did not want a cleaning, all she knew was that hotel woman was in danger of leaving, and she had to get out. She turned in a panic to try and get back along the track the way she’d came, only to find that the entrance was blocked off now. Not that she could very well crawl against the power of the conveyer belt anyway, as it whisked her further along from the sealed entrance to the red tunnel.

"Initiating Orphan Arrival Protocol," a feminine robotic voice declared, leaving Rhiannon gaping as she looked over her shoulder in the direction that she was travelling, stuck stupidly on all fours. It was much more advanced technology than she had expected, and she hardly knew what it was going to do, or what ’Orphan Arrival Protocol’ entailed.

Mechanical coils snaked up on the sides of the track, and it took Rhiannon a moment to realise that they had robotic gloved hands on the end.

"Holy Shit!" she exclaimed, having never suspected such technology even existed. This foreign country was full of surprises however, and she whimpered as suddenly they came rushing towards her, seemingly intent on ’handling’ her as an ’orphan arrival’.

"That’s impossible!" she yelled, trying to back up the track as fast she could, but unable to escape as the conveyer belt carried her forward.

One of the impossible robotic hands grabbed at her towel, and the young woman shrieked, reaching over to swat it away. They could not make her naked! Even if it was a robot, there was no way she was going to be seen in the nude by it. She swatted and kicked, falling onto her back and wriggling about while hands grabbed at her, intent on taking her towel. Suddenly it had her ankles and was lifting them in the air, slipping out the towel effortlessly beneath her, while others grabbed her wrists and spread her out beyond the edges of the track, immobilizing her as she whisked along.

The tourist was left laying buck naked and spread out wide, staring up in shock at the red lights whizzing over head. There was no way this was happening, she told herself. It was some kind of weird and impossible dream.

A mechanical coil with a blue light on the end appeared over her, hovering in place as it seemed to take a photo of her entirety. A moment later, it began an apparent scan down the full length of her body, seemingly approving of what it saw as it continued on uninterrupted. She glanced down to watch in horror, not wanting her nude form being recorded in any sort of footage, wondering how she had come across such an impossible invention. Nobody back home knew that this kind of technology existed in foreign countries, and she was shocked to watch the robotic probe continue to scan down her torso, a seemingly well-practiced routine to it.

It reached her crotch, and that was when the light turned red, as the speakers somewhere within the hall crackled to life again.

"Unauthorized early growth hair," it said, sounding rather snappish for a robotic woman, while suddenly the light was moving closer to her crotch.

The tourist watched in baffled horror as tiny lasers started shooting from the glowing end of the mechanical coil, obliterating her pubic hairs one by one in rapid succession. She felt the tiny stings, and cried out in outrage more than pain, seeing the singed smoke twirling up and fading away in the small red-lit tunnel.

"First generation follicles decimated." the machine declared snappishloy, "Regular hair follicles will grow in at puberty."

The conveyer belt started moving again, and Rhiannon gasped. Had that machine just said... Her pubic hair was obliterated until her normal batch was meant to grow in? But she had already passed puberty! What did that mean for her?

Her struggle began up furiously now at the realisation that the machine had no recognition of her adulthood, and was seemingly ok with making permanent changes. It wasn’t that her pubic hair was necessarily important to her, nobody ever saw it, yet it was a small but enormous change. It was a sign of her adulthood, which she realised with a gasp, was also her easy backup plan for proving her age to these orphanage people... The horrible consideration that she might actually be considered a kid now set in. She couldn’t possibly be expected to stay at a lost kids home, could she..?

"Oh fuck," she whispered to herself, a growing realisation of how much she might be facing getting mistaken for a kid setting in.

Thrashing about in wide-eyed horror, the tourist continued until she eventually felt the struggle melting out from her. She continued down the conveyer track, held spread eagle and staring at the passing overhead LEDs in stunned silence.

What if... What if her only way out now was if her mother came and got her out? The woman may be a huge bitch, but she surely wouldn’t leave her there, would she? She had after all made comments about leaving Rhiannon on the mainland... But surely she would never actually go through with that, simply because she found out that the opportunity was actually real...

Rhiannon suddenly had a sick twisting in her stomach, imagining actually not being able to prove her age, abandoned by her mom in a foreign country, getting stuck in an orphanage under the supervision and care of disbelieving giantesses...

As she lay stunned and staring up, thinking through all the horrible possibilities, Rhiannon managed to read a passing sign overhead which said ’Hygiene Preparation."

She didn’t much like the sound of that, and a moment later found herself being dumped into a warm bath of water. She sat stunned for a moment, blinking around the edges of the large plastic tub which was lit against dark nothingness on all sides. Soapy robotic hands quickly emerged, and began working on her from every angle. She gasped and spluttered as they began rubbing her skin on every side, arms, legs, back, front, and shoulders, and spun onto all fours to try and get out of the tub.

She only had her hands on the edge when the soft gloved mechanical hands caught her, and pulled her back in, though not without taking the opportunity to access her from new directions with her stuck on all fours. One began working up over her bottom, and the tourist shrieked, finding herself having never been so invaded in her life. Another came up between her legs, and seemed intent on rubbing her there, and she struggled futilely against robotic hands holding her ankles and wrists in place, while she got a more thorough cleaning than she ever thought possible.

The remainder of her wasn’t spared either, not even her face, and she squinted and sputtered as sticks of mass produced cheap soap were rubbed all over. One foot was lifted out of the water, and the hands holding the soap went to town there, leaving her gasping and laughing with terrible reluctance as they tickled, eventually putting her foot down and switching to the other.

Finally it ended, and the water drained from the bottom of the tub, leaving the tourist gasping and blinking on all fours while completely naked, scrubbed clean.

Mechanical hands lifted the defeated tourist from the tub, placing her gently on a flannelled segment of the conveyer belt, while she sat feeling stunned by the entire ordeal. Right now she didn’t quite feel like her normal-self as a twenty year old woman, rather the foreign country had somehow left her feeling like a child who just had been correctly scrubbed and polished to perfection.

The conveyer belt lurched into motion again, and she barely flinched as enormous blow dryers began passing by her in quick succession, having her dry in an instant.

Blinking, now quite sure that it was all a dream, she didn’t even fight back as mechanical hands pushed her onto her back. A perfumed powder began getting worked all over her, particularly under her arms, the scent suggesting that it apparently some sort of deodorant. She noted with a frown that it smelt something like what had been on her hotel bed after her mother had left, perhaps a talcum powder, with a synthetic flowery kind of smell.

Eventually the rubbing into every crevice stopped, and she groaned, feeling like she’d at least get to sit back up now. Instead, the hands quickly pushed her back down, holding her in place while they lifted her legs. She frowned, disliking how her crotch felt oddly raw, her skin strangely smooth. Nothing felt quite normal right now.

Something began lightly tapping on her bottom, and she struggled to lift her head to see past her raised knees, noting that she was being powdered again, albeit this time more thickly with a heavy stream pouring from a shaken canister. Dammit, she didn’t need powder down there, she was hardly some gross child.

She wondered when it would end in frustration. She just wanted to get out the other side, have her sit down with the nurse - hell, even if naked now - and explain what had happened. It had all been a mistake, she would surely make them see. Hell, she’d even claim that she wouldn’t press charges for obliterating her pubic hair, though she wasn’t sure if that was true, if they would just got her back to the hotel with minimum fuss, and away from this mechanical nightmare.

Something was being moved towards her, something crinkling, and she frowned as her hips were raised, then lowered, coming down on something soft, cool, and pretty damn thick, her butt now several inches higher than it had been. Her frown deepened as she wriggled her butt, hearing the crinkle, a growing suspicion of what was intended...

"No..." she whispered, lifting her head to get a look.

The machine was forcing apart her thighs, adding powder to her crotch now, and placing some sort of thick pad there.

Her eyes widened with suspicion as she saw what it was doing, but surely they wouldn’t...

She watched in horrible recognition as it lifted the front of a white disposable diaper up between her spread legs, a thick bulging plastic panel coming to meet the thick soaker pad over her crotch a moment later.

"Oh no no no," she whispered, finding that there really were new levels of horror possible in this place. It was harmless, yet completely and thoroughly demeaning, and the dwarf tourist let out a small whine as mechanical hands began doing up the tapes on the side of her diaper.

The thick white disposable was put on as naturally as it must have been for a million occupants of the machine before, and Rhiannon let out a small disbelieving squeal as she realised that she was getting the full treatment with no differentiation from any of the kids, that as far as the system was concerned, she was just one of them.

"NO!" she whined, thrashing about weakly. There had been a lot of embarrassing things about her day since she’d gotten onto the early morning flight. But being diapered was taking it to a whole new level.

Worse, it was a real kid’s diaper, as best she could tell, made for Amazon babies and toddlers presumably, yet fitting her just fine. Oh how this was going to be embarrassing when she came out the other end, having to explain it all to the giantess nurse. "Hi, yes, I’m an adult woman, just ignore that I happen to be wearing a diaper which is baby sized by your standards."

She couldn’t possibly do this! Not go around in a disposable diaper! Yet the machine seemed to have decided for her, and hell, it scrubbed every inch of her bottom and crotch so thoroughly, she doubted that anything was going to make it change its mind now.

Rhiannon stared down in disbelief at the new bulging diaper between her legs. There was a new weight pushing snugly against her crotch, which was increasing as the machine did up the last tape so tightly that it caused the large thick soaker pad to ride hard up against her. She gave a squeak as she became embarrassed for slightly different secondary reasons, wriggling slightly in response to the sensation of wearing a diaper. She gasped and considered how bad it would be if her friends ever saw her like this, fearing that everything was being recorded and put into a databank somewhere. She hoped to high heavens that there was no sort of lost child’s registry or orphanage adoptions gallery put up online somewhere, or else she might be on the Internet forever, likely using a picture snapped when diapered up and looking how they expected her to be.

This misunderstanding was a step too far beyond what she would ever accept. It would take her months to live down the humiliation, and hell, that was presuming she could convince them to let her go home that night, which was seeming increasingly worse in its likelihood. And what if they had no other underwear? Would they just expect her to wear the diaper until she got back? Could she walk through the hotel lobby diapered up as she was? And what if... What if she had to stay all night at an orphanage before they were willing to take her back? Would she spend it in the diaper because nobody would see anything wrong with that?

Laying back down and staring up at the roof, she committed herself to explaining things as bluntly as possible as soon as she saw then nurse on the other side. She would yell, she would scream, and she would get her way in being heard, there would be no more timidness or delay. Being in a diaper was too far, and she squirmed about on her raised butt while feeling just how thick and bulky the square padding was. There would be no hiding it, it boldly declared to the whole world just what exactly it was and what kind of person she inevitably was to be wearing it.

"I don’t need this dammit," she moaned at the machine, seeing one of the camera probes switching from left to right to make sure that the whole thing was secured properly.

The machine didn’t understand or perhaps just ignored her, setting her into motion again, and sitting the tourist up while raising her arms.

Something slipped down over her head, and she blinked as she realised that she was wearing a top. No, a nightie. She glanced down to find a simple grey nightie going partway down her thighs, though unfortunately not being long enough to cover her bulging diaper.

"Fuck..." she hissed, tugging hopelessly to find that it couldn’t go any further towards covering the thick extrusion around her crotch.

There was a woosh of air, and ahead, part of the conveyer belt opened up to expose an opening to somewhere below. Rhiannon resigned herself to it, exhausted as she was, just relieved that it seemed to finally be over.

She would have a firm word with the nurse, state her case as clearly as she could. She couldn’t imagine the giantess taking her very seriously at first dressed in a diaper and grey orphanage nightie, but she’d just have to make sure that she was taken seriously. Laying down an ultimatum about needing to be released now or she would sue.

The gap of light in the floor approached, and Rhiannon looked forward to it almost eagerly. Mechanical hands greeted her there, and gripped her to begin gently lowering her through the gap in the floor. It was dark in the room below, and she found herself being set down on something soft with an embarrassing crinkle of the thick butt of her diaper.

She looked around, blinking, realising that she was in a dark room, looking up past white metal bars... Vertical white bars on all four sides, with long top bars atop those...

She was sitting in a cheap orphanage crib.

"Oh... Shit.." she whispered in baffled confusion, getting to her feet even as the hands rescinded into the opening of light on the roof, before it closed off, leaving her alone and trapped in the crib with no alternative way out.

Standing awkwardly in her diaper, she turned about with a blush as it caused her backside and crotch to make endless crinkling noises, trying to see more of the room in the dark through the crib edges.

This was bad. She might not have access to the staff from here. She began to sweat, wondering what if - oh god - what if she had to stay in the crib all night before even getting a chance to speak to one of the adults? By then, how hard would it be to sell them her story? How reluctant would they be to buy it and accept that they’d mistakenly done all that to an adult? Why, she could be stuck here for a day, even two! Before her mother finally came to get her, having to first trace where she had gone.

And would... would she be expected to wear diapers for all that time? If she didn’t admit her mistake? She shivered, deciding that she was overplaying things in her mind. This was all just a mix-up, there was no way they’d keep an adult dwarf in an orphanage, she shouldn’t be losing her confidence in herself as she was. They’d rectify it the moment they found out, and she wouldn’t let that wait until the morning.

She tried to work out where the nearest door or window was, knowing that she’d need to call for them. Holding onto the edge of her crib, she glanced out, her eyes slowly adjusting. It dawned on her that there was a whole room of them, stretching off in columns and rows from where she was positioned in one far corner.

"Fuck!" she hissed, shaking the edge of the crib and almost losing her footing on the soft mattress. The bulk of the diaper and the unwelcome soaker pad didn’t help either, but she couldn’t very well just go take that off without being naked from her pelvis down... The nightie was just too short.

She tried to turn around, found it more difficult than she expected on the soft mattress, and somehow ended up plonking onto her bottom, blushing terribly as the seat of her diaper cushioned the blow. With far too much noisy crinkling, she managed to stand back up, and looked out from the other side of her crib, towards the edge of the room where she could faintly see a door awaiting.

She held onto the bars, got onto her tippy toes to give her some slight extra height, and yelled as loud as she could.

"Hello!? There’s been some kind of mistake!"

There was no reply.

"There’s been a mix-up!" she insisted loudly, hoping that somebody could hear her, "You have to come see me!"

She waited a moment longer in the silence, and shook the edge of her crib violently.

"Hello?!" she yelled, furiously rattling her cage bars.

"Don’t bother," a voice said, coming from behind, and Rhiannon jumped, before turning about slowly and awkwardly in her thick diaper, trying not to stumble as her feet sank into the soft mattress below, but also trying to turn as fast as she could.

She found that her eyes were adjusting to the dimly lit room now, and squinted to make out somebody standing in the neighbouring crib. It was a little girl- No wait, was it... a woman!

She had shoulder length brown hair, almost mistakable for a kid except for her mature speech, and Rhiannon’s keen awareness of her own wrongly assigned place. She was wearing a similar grey orphanage nightie, and... fuck. A white thick disposable diaper was poking out beneath that, just like Rhiannon’s own.

"Hey..." the mystery neighbour began with a weak smile, sounding a little exhausted. "I’m Emily..."

 

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