This is an adult diaper fetish fantasy story.
One Monday morning, Marie Nardotti was on her way to the hospital where she worked as a nurse. Taking a key, she locked the door to her house and walked to her car. Selecting a key from her key ring, she unlocked the driver’s door and climbed in. Strapping the safety belt on, she put the key into the ignition and turned the key. An explosion of white gas erupted into Marie’s face, blinding her. She inhaled deeply out of reflex, and was unconscious within seconds.
Marie woke to find herself lying on a tile floor in brightly lite room. The room was exceptional bright due to the fact that the walls were mirrored, from floor to ceiling. Not only did this cause to brighten the room, it also made it look endless.
She was naked except that she was wearing a pair of plastic pants. The pants looked inflated to Marie and she was unable to close her legs. There was some kind of a thickness between her legs, indicating to her that she was wearing something else under the plastic pants. Pulling the elastic waistband away from her, she gazed down to see what was under the plastic pants and was shocked to discovered that someone had put a thick diaper on her!
Noticing a plastic I.D. bracelet strapped around her right ankle. Marie could see that her name was printed on the bracelet. It read “BABY GIRL - NARDOTTI”
Covering her breasts with her arms, she got up from the floor and looked around the room. Marie gazed at her reflection in the wall mirror. It was useless trying to cover herself, her reflection was everywhere and it was endless. Her shoulder length black hair was pulled up in a ponytail and tied with a pink bow. Pulling on the plastic pants Marie thought she looked ridicules dressed in them. As she moved about the room trying to measure it, her bladder felt very full and was ready to burst. She knew that she had to use the toilet soon.
Crying out, Marie said, “What is going on? Who did this to me?” She asked pulling on the plastic pants.
Suddenly, a stern female voice bellowed from the walls. “YOU ARE HERE TO BECOME A BABY AGAIN.”
Marie’s mouth dropped opened. Somebody wanted to turn her into a baby again?
“NO!” cried out Marie, “You can’t make me a baby again.”
She waited for a response, but none came. Marie continued to wait for a response. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into an hour. By then, Marie was starting to dance around the room. Her bladder was so full, it was ready to burst.
“Listen,” she said, “I need to use the Ladies Room.”
Again she said, almost a yell, “I need to use the Ladies Room real bad.”
Still, no response, but a mirror wall panel slid silently open and a woman dressed in a starched white nurse’s uniform, entered the room. The nurse walked over to where Marie stood, hopping from one foot to the other.
“Yes?” questioned the nurse.
Squeezing her legs together, Marie blurted out, “Please, I need to go to the Ladies Room.”
Smiling, the nurse replied, “You mean that you have to go potty?”
“YES!” Marie screamed. Then she was able to contain herself as she added, “Yes, please. I have to go potty. Please.”
“You may call me, Nursie Karen.” The nurse stated.
“Fine.” Marie said. “Now can you take me to the Ladies Room?” Karen gave her a look and Marie quickly said, “I need to go potty.”
Karen then said, “You’re in diapers and you should use them. But this time I’ll take you potty.”
Taking her over to one of the mirrored walls, Karen simply said, “Open.”
A small panel opened, revealing a baby’s potty chair.
Pointing her finger at the potty chair, Marie exclaimed, “I’m not sitting on that!”
“Then use your diaper.” Said Karen flatly.
Marie had to pee so bad that she decide to use the baby potty chair. She pushed away Karen when tried to help lower Marie’s plastic pants. Marie received a slap to her hand as Karen said that she will remove Marie’s plastic pants and unpin her diapers. When that task was done, Marie ran over to the potty chair and sat on the tiny seat. She just made it, for as soon as she sat, Marie peed. As she sat on the potty chair, Marie felt so foolish with her knees up under her chin. Finally the ordeal was over.
She started to rise only to be pushed back down onto the potty chair’s seat. “I don’t think you’re done yet. Stay there until nursie so.” Ordered Karen.
“I am done.” Stated Marie. Karen looked down at Marie sitting there and folded her arms. Marie, all of sudden very young, quickly quieted herself. She remained sitting on the seat until Karen said she could get up. It was then that Marie noticed something was missing on her body. All of her pubic hair was gone. Somebody had shaved her.
“Whwhat happened?” she shuddered looking down at her now hairless pubic area.
Smiling, Karen replied, “Babies no have grown-up hair there like big girls do. Now let’s get you diapered.”
Tears started to run down Marie’s cheeks as she started to pull up the plastic pants, Karen say “No. Nursie will diaper you.”
Laying Marie on the floor, Karen re-diapered her. Marie started to say that she did not need diapers, but Karen ignored her. Laying on her stomach, Karen took her temperature. Rectally! Marie felt so childish having her temperature taken this way. She just laid there quietly until it was over. Then Karen surprised Marie by inserting a suppository.
Marie let out a cry. “What are you doing to me. I don’t need them!”
“Hush,” replied Karen, “or nursie spank baby.”
Marie bite her bottom lip as Karen inserted the second suppository. Then Marie had diaperine rubbed over her bottom and pubic area. With that done, Marie found herself wearing three thick diapers, covered by plastic pants again. Then Marie left the room.
The suppositories started working about 15 minutes later. Marie could feel rumbling in her stomach. Marie started to get cramps. Close to 45 minutes had passed and the cramps were more server. Marie strained trying not to humiliate herself by messing herself.
Finally, she cried out, “Please I have to use the Ladies Room. Please.”
There was no response.
Marie though for a second and remembered something, “Please I haveta go potty! I’ll even use the potty chair! Please!”
Again, no response. Then it happened, the suppositories erupted and Marie went in her diapers. She just stood there, in shock. She was unable to stop the flood. Then it was over and Marie crumpled to floor in tears. She could not stop the crying. Messing herself like a baby – it was so embarrassing.
Marie was still on the floor crying as the mirrored panel slid silently open and Karen came in pushing a cart.
“Nursie gonna check baby’s didee.” announced Karen.
Karen lifted Marie’s bottom up and laid a large diaper pad under her. Karen slowly pulled the plastic pants down Marie’s legs revealing her soggy diapers. Carefully, Karen unpinned the sides of the diaper and pulled it off her. Gently, Karen wiped Marie’s pubic area with baby wipes, powdered her and smeared diaperine all over her pubic area. Lifting her bottom up, Karen laid three thick diapers under her. Next came the sweaty hot plastic pants to cover the bulky diapers.
Tears running down her cheeks, Marie sobbed, “Why are you doing this to me?”
Karen laid Marie’s head on her lap. Stroking her hair and giving Marie an adult size baby’s pacifier, Karen cooed, “Because you’re just a baby. Suck your binkie and Nursie Karen will take of baby.”
Marie was so exhausted from her experience, she fell asleep on Karen’s lap, sucking the pacifier. She woke about a half hour later, still on Karen’s lap and sucking the pacifier. She spat the pacifier out.
Lifting her head up and mumbling to herself, “I though this was a terrible dream.”
Smiling, Karen cooed, “No sweetie. Now baby must be hungry.”
Karen shoved a nipple baby bottle into Marie’s mouth. “I’m not removing it, baby, until you finished at least half of it.”
Resigned to her fate, Marie started sucking on the nipple. The liquid was warm, and tasted sweet. The flavor tasted familiar. Then she remembered. It was Simulac, the baby formula that she use to feed her son years ago! She continued sucking on the bottle until it was almost gone. Marie felt bloated. To her surprise, Karen lift her up and laid her head over her shoulder. Using her hand, Karen started patting the middle of Marie’s back. She was attempting to burp Marie! Before Marie could object, she let out a loud burp.
Karen stood up and cooed to Marie, “Time for your first baby lesson.” Pointing her finger at Marie, she continued, “Baby better listen and do what told to her.” Then she exited through the mirrored panel.
The stern female voice once again bellowed, “YOU ARE A BABY AND WILL BE TREATED AS A BABY.” Her voice seemed to come from all around Marie.
Marie stood and looked around.
Again, the voice bellowed, “BABIES CRAWL. IF YOU WALK OR STAND, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED. NOW CRAWL BABY.”
Marie just stood there. Suddenly, a bolt of electric shot up through the floor, through her feet and up her legs. She fell onto the floor, the nerves in her legs shaking. Because her bladder was full again, Marie lost control and soaked her diaper. She could feel the dampness on her skin as she sat on the floor.
“REMEMBER,” the voice bellowed, “BABIES CRAWL. YOU WILL BE PUNISHED AGAIN IF YOU STAND OR WALK.”
Sobbing, 46 year old Marie cried, “Who’s doing this? I’m not a baby, I’m a grown woman. I’m a wife and a mother.”
The voice just laughed at Marie’s statement.
Marie stood up. Suddenly, a bolt of electric shot up through the floor, through her feet and up her legs. She fell to the floor, the nerves in her legs shaking. Marie realized that she was being punished for standing.
About fifteen minutes later, a panel slid open and two women, dressed as nurses, entered. One of the nurses pushed a cart, while the other one carried long metal rod. She was holding a cattle pod! She walked over to where Marie sat. Without saying a word, one of the nurses pushed Marie down to a laying position.
Marie started to struggle, but a touch of the metal rod shooting electricity stopped her. The nurse pulled Marie over her knee and gave her a spanking, humiliating her into submission. Pulling off the damp plastic pants, the nurse quickly unpinned the diapers and removed them. Marie was completely naked in front of these two grown women. Then she rolled Marie over onto her stomach. The nurse cleaned her using baby wipes. Then she rubbed baby oil and baby powder all over Marie’s bottom and then her hairless pubic area. Marie was to upset to resist. Taking three thick, white clothes, the nurse slid them under Marie’s bottom, spread her legs apart and pulled them up. Taking safety pins, the nurse attached the ends together. The nurse had put Marie into clean diapers. To help humiliate Marie more, the nurse pulled a pair of plastic pants up and covered the diapers.
“Baby Marie can do her wetties and messies in her didees now.” cooed the nurse.
Like Karen, the nurse took the cart and disappeared through the mirrored panel.
Marie sat next to one of the walls and tried to think back on what had happened to her. She remembered getting up, showering, dressing and having a cup of coffee for breakfast. Then locking the door to her house, getting into her car. And then all of that gas and blacking out. After that, she remembered segments, like a dream you can almost remember.
She remembered two women, dressed like nurses, taking her to a car that was parked in her driveway. She half-walked, half-carried by the nurses to the waiting sedan. Being sat in the back seat. one of the women sitting in the back with her and securing the seat belt around her. The sedan moving down the street, away from Marie’s house. The nurse inserting her thumb into her mouth. Riding for a long time while lying against the nurse’s shoulder, half-awake, sucking on her thumb.
Then arriving at a house, surrounded by a tall, brick wall, and iron gate. The drive up the driveway and stopping in front of a house.
Laying on a hospital gurney and being covered with a sheet. Trying to struggle slightly, but having no strength left and the nurse easily pushing her back down.
Having one of the nurses inserted the pacifier into her mouth, saying “There, baby, that will help soothe you. ”
She still felt the results of the gas, and was too weak to resist. Being pushed into the house and down a long white corridor to a white vacant room. Then laid on a table and being undressed. And just laying there limp.
A nurse clipping away her pubic hair, leaving a stubble. She remember that. Then shaving cream being smeared over the stubble and shaved away, leaving her pubic area hairless. She remembered starting to sob when they had done this.
The more she thought, a bit more she remembered, though it was cloudy. Having her temperature taken – rectally.
Having a white ointment smeared over her now hairless pubic area and her bottom. It felt cool to her skin. Then a heavy dose of baby powder being applied. Then having a nurse lifted her bottom up off the table and laying three cloth-like items under her. Then she was laid on it. Spreading her legs apart, the nurse pulled the cloth up and pinned the ends together - they had put her into an adult-size diaper!
Marie remember crying out in a weak voice, “Don’t do this to me.” She whimpering, “I’m not a baby!”
A nurse cooing to her, “Hush now, baby.”
Having all of her make-up off washed off and her nails clipped short.
The last thing she remembered was being rolled onto her stomach and a needle inserted into her bottom. Then waking up in the mirrored room, diapered.
A half hour after the nurses left, the harsh female voice returned. It bellowed, “YOU ARE A BABY. YOU WILL BEHAVE LIKE A BABY.” It continued, “BABIES WET THEIR DIAPERS. WHEN YOU ARE WET, YOU WILL CRY. WHEN YOU ARE HUNGRY, YOU WILL CRY.”
The voice continued speaking. For hours the voice lingered on. Marie could slowly feel herself swaying to the suggestions.
, “YOU ARE A BABY. YOU WILL BEHAVE LIKE A BABY. BABIES WET THEIR DIAPERS. WHEN YOU ARE WET, YOU WILL CRY. WHEN YOU ARE HUNGRY, YOU WILL CRY.” the voice commanded. This statement was repeated for the next hour.
The following hour another statement kept repeating: “YOU WANT TO BE A BABY AGAIN. YOU WANT SOMEONE TO BABY YOU AGAIN. YOU WANT TO WEAR DIAPERS AGAIN. YOU NEED TO WEAR DIAPERS AGAIN. YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE POTTY TRAINED ANYMORE.” The voice became very soft and cooed very gently. “YOU WANT TO SUCK YOUR THUMB AGAIN. YOU WANT TO BE FED BABY FOODS AGAIN. YOU WANT TO DRINK BABY FORMULA AGAIN. YOU WANT TO DRINK FROM A BABY BOTTLE AGAIN. YOU FEEL SAFE IN YOUR PLAYPEN OR A GROWN-UPS ARMS. YOU WANT TO BE A BABY AGAIN, HAVE SOMEONE FEED YOU, DRESS YOU, TO TAKE CARE OF YOU LIKE A BABY. YOU ARE A BABY AGAIN.”
By the end of the fourth hour of this training, the mirror panel opened and in walked Karen. She found Marie curled up in a fetal position, sucking her thumb, crying.
Walking over to her, Karen knelt and held out her arms. Looking up through tear filled eyes, Marie lunged for Karen, hugging her, sobbing.
Marie cried to her, “Me no wanta be baby. Me grown-up!”
Karen smiled. Marie was regressing nicely. Marie was in a fetal position and sucking her thumb when she came in. Feeling her diaper, Karen found that she had wet herself. As a matter of fact, she was soaked. And now, Marie had regressed her speaking to baby-talk.
Stroking Marie’s hair, Karen cooed, “Baby has enough baby learning for today. Baby tired,” Taking a pacifier out of her pocket and inserting it into Marie’s mouth, she continued, “Nursie take baby and clean her ups and then fed baby. Now come along.”
Karen walked through the mirror panel door with Marie crawling behind. Marie learned that to walk she would be punished. She had to crawl, which she did. Marie crawled behind Karen on a soft carpet. The walls were painted a light beige. They entered a room that had about ten adult size baby changing tables. Lifting Marie under her arms, Karen laid her down on one of the patted pads on the table. Looking around the room, Marie noticed that Nursery Rhyme figures adorn the room. Above her was Little Bo Peep and her Sheep. The room was painted a light pink, very restful.
Very gently, Karen removed the damp plastic pants and then unpinned the diapers. Lifting Marie’s bottom up, Karen pulled the wet diaper away and deposited it into the diaper pail next to the changing table. Turning Marie over onto her stomach, Karen decided to take her temperature. Taking a thermonitor, she inserted it into Marie – rectally! Marie let out a little yipe and a cry. Then it was over. Opening the table’s cabinet doors, Karen removed diapers, plastic pants, powder, lotion, and diaperine.
Being a very good pediatrician nurse, Karen had the diapering procedure down pat. Taking the diaperine, she rubbed it all over Marie’s bottom and turning her over, rubbed it all over her hairless pubic area. She did the same with the baby lotion. Finally she sprinkled the powder all over Marie, making her smell baby sweet.
Lifting Marie’s bottom off the mat, she slid three thick diapers under her. Spreading her legs apart, Karen pulled the cloth up and using large baby safety pins, secured the ends together, snuggly. Shaking the plastic pants, Karen pulled them up Marie’s legs and covered the bulky diapers. The diapers were so thick between her legs, Marie was unable to close them. After fixing the bow in Marie’s ponytail and giving her a pacifier, Karen helped her off of the changing table.
Once more following Karen, Marie was led into the dining room. It was like going into a very nice restaurant. All of the tables were round with white linen tablecloths and in the center flowers. But Marie noticed something else at every table There were setting for eight people, and every other chair was a high chair.
Karen took her charge over to one of the table and sat her in a high chair. The seat was wide enough for an adult to sit in. She was secured in it when karen attached the feeding try in place. There were two other “babies” already there in their high chair. Both were dressed in diapers and plastic pants, topless and a large plastic bib tied around their necks. One of the baby-women had her blonde hair tied up in loose pigtails while the other had her hair pulled up in the center and tied with a bow. She had the Pebbles Flintstone look.
Marie was surprise to find the baby-woman with the bow was someone she knew. Her name was Suzanne Humpheries. Doctor Suzanne Humpheries. Dr. Humpheries and she worked at the same hospital for a few years before Marie transferred to another one. Now Suzanne was on the other side of the table, being spoon-fed baby-food.
The other woman, who Marie found out that her name was Sharon Fiestra and who’s nurse called her Baby Shari, was taller than her nurse. She too sat there as her nurse spoon-fed her baby food.
“How can these grown women just sit there so docile?” thought Marie.
A waitress came over and placed a bowl of pabulum on Marie’s tray. Karen picked up a tiny spoon and began feeding her. Marie tried to avoid being fed, only to have the sticky substance messing her face.
Marie cried out, “No-no, me do dis. Me fed me.”
Karen ignored Marie’s cries and continued feeding her. She was able to get about half the pabulum into Marie’s mouth and the other half around her mouth. As the baby-women were being fed, another nurse came with her charge, Robin Miller. Robin was seated between Marie and Suzanne.
While the baby-women were being fed, Sharon’s bottom lip began to quiver and she burst into tears.
“What’s da matter, Baby Shari?” as her nurse. “Did baby go pee-pee in her didees?”
Sharon only began to cry louder at this statement. The nurse felt her diapers and said that she was indeed wet, very wet. She removed the feeding tray and led Sharon over to the changing table in the other room. They retuned about five minutes later with Sharon waddling behind her nurse.
Suzanne also started crying, her nurse allowed her to feed herself. But soon, Suzanne realized that she was just like a baby. She had made a mess of trying to feed herself. Pabulum was all over her face and bib. Her nurse took the baby spoon and started feeding Suzanne once more.
Marie could not believe that a grown woman like Suzanne was unable to feed herself. Was she this way too?
The nurses were able to fed their charges and themselves, finishing at the same time. During dinner, the nurses spoke to each other and baby-talked to their charges. Robin’s nurse said, “Ladies, after dinner, do you want to take the babies to the playroom?”
Karen replied, “No I don’t think so. Baby Marie had a very busy day. I want to give her her bath and get her ready for bed.”
Marie shook her head, crying, “No, no. Me take bathy. Me no need help. Me am big girl.”
The nurses smiled at Marie’s regressed baby-talk.
Karen removed the feeding tray and helped Marie down. She had her crawl, following out of the dining area and down the hallway.
She took Marie to an elevator. Using a series of numbers on a wall pad, Karen placed her hand on a white screen and the elevator doors opened. Marie crawled in followed by Karen. Again, Karen used a series a numbers on the wall and then placed the palm of her hand on a screen and the elevator doors closed.
Looking at Marie, Karen cooed, “See what we big girls hasta do just to get the elevator? We do this so you babies can not accidentally get on the elevator by yourselves without adult supervision.”
Marie started to sweat. From the looks of the controls, it was going to be very hard to use the elevator. Maybe she could escape using the Emergency Exit Stairwell.
Marie could feel the elevator ascended. They stopped on the 9th floor.
Leaving the elevator, she crawled down the hall to a room and entered. The room was painted a light pink, with gloss white woodwork and a soft, thick, beige rug. Looking around, Marie noticed that there were four adult size metal baby cribs. Glancing up, she saw that that three of the cribs were occupied with baby-women.
Karen walked over to the vacant crib, lowered the side rail. Motioning Marie over, she lifted her up and laid her in the crib. Handing her a stuffed Elmo animal, Karen cooed, “Nursie Karen will bath you and Baby Jenni just as soon as Nanny Monica has given Baby Chriisi and Baby Katie there bathes.”
Kneeling up in the crib and holding onto the rail, Marie watched as the redheaded nanny lowered the rail to a crib and helped a young woman, about 23 – 24 years old out, while another young woman sat on the carpet. Both of these naked women crawled behind Monica, following her into the bathroom.
Marie sat down in the crib, holding Elmo tightly against her chest. Karen inserted a pacifier into her mouth, which she began to suck on. Her baby training told her suck on her “binkie”, thumb, or a nipple of her bottle. She waited until it was her time for a bath. Knowing that her charges had recently wet their diapers. Karen removed them, leaving Marie and Jennifer naked in their cribs.
Shortly, Monica came out followed by two scrubbed-clean babies. Chrissi, she had long black hair, her hair was now braided into pigtails. Kate had short light brown hair, she had a plastic baby bow clipped to the center. Both were still naked as they crawled over to their cribs. Monica lifted them into their cribs and pulled the side rail up.
Karen helped Jennifer and Marie to the carpet and had them crawl to the bathroom. Like Chrissi and Kate, they both crawled to the bathroom naked.
Marie and Jennifer sat on the tile floor watching as Karen filled the bathtub with warm soapy water. Marie thought which one Karen would put into the tub first. To her surprise and horror, Karen sat both women in the tub, facing each other.
Marie felt so foolish sitting in a bathtub with another grown woman. Looking at Jennifer, Marie knew that she felt the same way. Handing each of the baby-women a rubber duck, Karen began washing them. She started with Jennifer using baby soap, started washing her face, neck arms, chest, legs and then washing her virginal. Turning around, Karen washed her back, and then her bottom. As she was washing her babies, Karen spoke baby talk to them. After washing their bodies, Karen using baby shampoo, washed their hair.
Finishing the bath, Karen took Marie and then Jennifer out of the tub and laid them on the bath mat. Taking a large fluffy towel, she dried them both off. After blow drying their hair, Karen put their hair into loose pigtails. Then she had them go back into the nursery room.
Lifting Marie up, Karen sat her in her crib. Marie was then oiled, and then diaperine was rubbed all over her bottom and pubic area. Karen then pinned three thick diapers on Marie, pulling up plastic pants to cover the diapers. A white tee shirt was pulled over head covering her chest and just reaching her navel. Finally, Karen put a pink pair of Dr. Denton’s on her, complete with feet.
Marie looked at the cotton outfit she was wearing. Not only was it a typical baby style jammies, but was decorated with little baby building blocks. She was feeling so infantile.
Karen was no0t done. She put on Marie a special vest. It was one solid piece of plastic with a hole in the center. Once Karen pulled it over Marie’s head. It covered Marie from her crotch up her chest, down he back to her bottom. The sides were slit open with two sets of metals rings attached at the waist and the chest heights. Taking a long plastic strap, Karen inserted it through the rings, pinning Marie down to the crib’s mattress. Then it was Jennifer’s turn. Soon all four of the baby-women were strapped down in their cribs.
The baby-women were covered with a light blanket, given a baby bottle of formula to drink, and a stuffed animal to sleep with. None of them were allowed to be given pillows. Babies did not sleep with pillows.
Karen spoke, “For the next month you’ll be here to be regressed back to being babies again.”
The baby-women eyes began to swell up with tears, they did not want to become babies again.
The nanny continued, “Each one of you have been brought here for different reasons.” Looking at Chrissy, she said, “Now your Mommy and Daddy think you’re to young to marry Steve. As a matter of fact, they wanted their precious little baby again, so they are getting it. Your Mommy wants to dress you in little cute baby outfits and baby you completely. When they pick you up in a month’s time, you will be their precious baby again, a diaper wearing baby. You’ll be calling them Ma-Ma and Da-Da.”
Chrissy started wailing at this. She was to become a permanent baby again. She was going to get married, but now it looks like she’ll be going to a baby nursery instead on a honeymoon. The other baby-women looked at the head nanny, wanting to know their fates.
To Jennifer, she cooed, “Your husband says you act babyish at home, so he is going to become your Da-Da. He even arranged for a woman to take care of you while he’s at work during the day. He going to have you wear diapers all the time. And he has a woman to baby-sit you while he’s working. We cannot leave a widdle baby unattended now, can we? The woman he hired is now being trained in handling big babies like you. And if you behave differently than a baby, she will punish you severely.”
Smiling, she turned to Marie, “And your ex-husband signed papers for your conditioning. At the end of the month, you’ll have the mentality of a 12-month-old baby. Did you know that there are young people who unfortunately cannot have a baby? Either they are unable to or just don’t have the time. They want one so badly though, that they’ll accept any, even an adult-size one.” Realization formed in Marie’s eyes. She knew her fate. “You’re going to be adopted by a very nice young couple. They are in their early twenties. They will be your Ma-Ma and Da-Da, your legal guardians. And like Baby Jenni, a woman has been hired to baby-sit you while they are at work.”
Kate knew it was her turn. The nanny cooed, “And that’s going to be your fate too.” She started laughing. “You too will be adopted by a young couple in their early twenties. They will be your legal guardians.”
Still smiling, she said, “Our organization will furnish all your new baby clothes and even your baby crib and high chair to your mommies and daddies.”
The baby-women were sobbing about their fates. None of them wanted to become babies again, at least permanently. Being the head nurse, Karen checked each of the baby-women before leaving. A nursery music box was put on as well as the baby monitor. Karen and Monica said their good nights, turning off the lights. The nursery room only had a night light on to illuminate the room.
Sobbing, Jennifer asked, “Why me being treated like baby? Me big girl. Me married, a wife, me got kiddies!” What Jennifer thought she said was, “Why are we being treating like babies? We’re grown women. I’m married, a wife, with children!”
Marie asked Jennifer, “Why Jenny talk wike baby?’ And Marie thought she was saying, “Why are you speaking like a baby?”
Jennifer said, “I’m speaking like I usually do.” But it came out, “Me talk wike big girl.”
It seemed that when they spoke, it came out baby-talk, even though they though the were speaking normally.
Chrissy said angrily, “We aren’t babies!”
“I wanta go home!” wailed Katie.
Trying to remain calm, Marie, said, “They want to make us believe that we’re babies again. And it’s working. Look at us. In a short period of time, we’re starting to act like babies again.”
Sniffling, Jennifer asked, “What do you mean, Marie?”
“Well first off,” she said, “look how easy it was for us to learn to wet and mess our diapers. We’re grown women, yet it took little effort for them to teach us to lose control of our bladders. And look how easy it is for us to cry. And how we are speaking. We’re speaking baby-talk. We got to remember that we’re grown-ups, I mean adults, not little babies.”
The women started to yawn.
“I’m so tired.” said Kate.
This is ridiculous.” replied Jennifer. “Why are we so tired at 8 at night? It’s like we are babies again with our bedtime being at 8 because babies get tired at that time.” Yawning, Jennifer started to close her eyes.
In minutes, the baby-women were sound asleep. As they slept, a nurse came and stood over each of the sleeping babies. Very gently, the nanny lifted their thumbs and inserted them into their mouths. Marie and Katie started to suck on them right away, but Chrissi and Jennifer took awhile. The nanny made sure that each sleeping baby-woman was hugging their stuffed animal.
At 2 A.M., 2 nannies entered carrying baby bottles. Softly, the nannies removed their thumbs from the baby-women’s mouths and inserted the nipple of the baby bottle. The baby-women woke with a startled look, and then started sucking on the nipples. Then the nannies unlocked the restraints that held the baby-women down.
The baby-women were shocked; they had wakened to soggy, wet diapers. Only Chrissy woke with not only wet diapers, but also messy ones. Jennifer and Marie started to sob. Chrissy started banging her fists against the baby crib’s mattress in frustration.
Without thinking and her new lessons forgotten, Chrissi spoke. “I’m not a baby! We are not babies. Stop treating us like babies!” She was angry enough that she spoke like an adult.
Chrissi, not being secured anymore, sat up and tried to get out of her baby crib. Before she knew it, a nanny had her laying flat on her stomach in her crib. The Dr. Dentons was pealed off and her plastic pants were pulled down her legs. She was turned around and forced to lay flat on her stomach. Chrissi felt a cool breeze on her bottom as the nanny unpinned the diaper and pulled the back panel down, exposing her bottom. Using the palm of her hand, the nanny started spanking Chrissi. Her bottom turned bright red in moments.
“Stop!” pleaded a tearful Chrissi. “Stop spanking me! I’ll be good! I promise!”
The nanny continued spanking Chrissi for a full minute.
“How does a baby talk?” finally asked the nanny.
Crying, Chrissi remembered her lessons from earlier that day. She wailed, trying to sound as babyish as possible, “Me be good baby. Pleeze stop spanking baby!”
Finally the nanny stopped the spanking. The head nanny was summoned.
The other baby-women looked at Chrissi, amazed that she had reverted to speaking like a baby.
Karen entered and surveyed the situation. She saw Jennifer and Katie sucking on their pacifiers, Marie laid in her baby crib, hugging a teddy bear and Chrissi was wailing, while rubbing her bottom. She knew right away who got punished.
Walking over to Chrissi’s baby crib, she said, “Baby Chrissi, you have been a very naughty baby. From now until I say, you’ll have a bare bottom spanking, 4 slaps on each cheek, with each diaper change and an enema twice a day until I believe you have learned to behave like a baby again.”
Turning to a nurse, she said, “Tag Baby Chrissi’s chart to reflect this change.” With that, she turned and left the room.
Chrissi was re-diapered in her wet diapers and her Dr. Dentons place on her again. The diapers itched her skin and she wanted to be changed.
“Pleeze Nursie, pleeze change baby.” she wailed.
Shaking her finger at Chrissi, the nurse replied, “No. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before thinking you talk like a grown-up. You just might get a diaper rash.”
Chrissi started to cry harder thinking that she might get such an infantile rash.
The other baby-women were changed and strapped down once more. All were bottle-fed and burped. The nurses left, leaving the baby-women sobbing. Before long, the baby-women were feeling tried and cried themselves to sleep.
Monica entered the nursery room at 7:30 and announced, “Good morning, my precious little babies.”
Chrissi was rubbing he sleep from her eyes with her mitten encased hands as Monica came over to her baby crib. Without saying a word, she removed Chrissi’s restraints, and pulled off her Dr. Dentons, leaving her in her plastic pants and diapers. Then her plastic pants were pulled down and her diapers unpinned.
Monica started spanking Chrissi, yelling at her, “YOU BAD BABY. HOW DARE YOU TALK LIKE A GROWN-UP WHEN YOU ARE JUST A BABY! YOU ARE A BABY, REMEMBER THAT OR NURSIE WILL PUNISH BABY AGAIN. IF BABY BEHAVES LIKE A BIG GIRL, BABY GETS PUNISH! BABY CHRISSI, YOU ARE A BAD BABY!”
She spanked Chrissi eight times, four slaps on each cheek. When Monica finished spanking Chrissi, she inserted two suppositories and re-pinned the damp diaper back on her. Chrissi just laid in her baby crib, bawling.
“Me be good baby.” wailed Chrissi. “Pleeze Nursie, pleeze change baby.”
“No.” replied Monica. “I may change you after breakfast. Now, behave yourself baby.”
The other baby-women had their Dr. Dentons removed and their wet diapers changed. They knelt in their cribs clad only in diapers and plastic pants.
The nurses took the baby-women out of their cribs and had them crawl to the dinning area. Only Chrissi’s diapers sagged as she crawled. By the time they reached the dinning area, Monica ad to pull her diapers up, they had sagged so much. Chrissi’s diaper slid down half way down her bottom.
The baby-women were placed into their high chairs. Baby bibs were put on them as the waitresses served the breakfast. The baby-women looked at their meal. It was warm baby pabulum, topped with a baby bottle of Simulac. The nurses, taking tiny baby spoons, spoon-fed the baby-women their warm cereal.
When the baby-women were finished, they were forced to watched as the nurses were served their grown-up breakfast. The baby-women craved what the nurses were eating, but they were told that they were much too young for grown-up food. It would upset their “widdle, baby tummies”. They all cried knowing that they were not allowed this type of grown-up food for a very long time to come.
As she ate hr pabulum, the suppositories that Monica gave Chrissi worked. She tried holding back without success. It happened as Monica shoved a spoonful of pabulum into her mouth. Sniffing, Monica knew that Chrissi had messed her diapers.
“That should make Baby Chrissi feel like a naughty little baby.” Scolded Monica.
After breakfast, the baby-women told to crawled back to the nursery rooms where the nurses cleaned them up and changed their diapers if needed. All were put into thick diapers and plastic pants. Marie and Jennifer, being considered the youngest were put into “onesie” and booties. Baby bonnets covered their heads. Kate was put into a little baby top with angel wing sleeves, and the hem barely reached her navel. Rumba plastic pants covered her diapers. Ankle high socks covered her feet. Her hair was pulled up in the center and clipped with a plastic baby bow. Chrissi was put into a baby dress, with puffed sleeves. The hem flared at her breasts and barely covered her plastic pants. A short white pinafore covered the front of her baby dress. She too had ankle high socks put on her feet. Her hair was still braided and had plastic baby bows clipped on the ends. And her diapers still had not been changed since bedtime, while every else’s had been.
Chrissi had been sobbing through out her dressing. She continued begging Monica to change her wet and messy diapers. Monica simply said for Chrissi to stop or she would get a bare bottom spanking.
When the dressing was completed, the baby-women looked at each other. They all thought that the other three looked adorable being dressed like babies. The forgot that too were dressed like babies.
The baby-women found themselves in a large nursery room, filled with play-pens. Jennifer and Marie were placed into the same playpen as were Chrissi and Katie.
The newest baby-women looked around the room. The large room was filled with at least a dozen other baby-women sitting in play-pens. These baby-women were all heavily diapered and had plastic pants covering the diapers. Some of the baby-women were dressed like Jennifer and Marie, some were dressed like Katie, and some were dressed like Chrissi. And some were dressed only in their diapers and plastic pants. If their hair if it was short, it was pulled up in the center and a plastic baby bow attached to it. If their hair was shoulder length, it was put into loose pigtails and if it was longer, the hair was braided and put into pigtails like Chrissi’s. These baby-women were in wooden baby playpens. And they were playing with baby toys and acting like babies. But all of them had their baby bottles.
The nurses placed Marie, Chrissi, Jennifer and Katie in separate playpens. They felt so foolish sitting in them. Then the nurses handed each one a nipple baby bottle filled with a white fluid.
Looking at the baby-women, one of the nurses said, “You will drink these bottles. If you pretend to be drinking them, you’ll be punished. And you must have them finished within an hour. Every hour you will be given a new bottle. When you wet your diaper, a nanny will change you. She will check your diapers every half hour. If you need a changing, she will change you. You are never allowed to touch your diapers.”
Not wanting to be punished, the baby-women lifted their bottles up to their mouths and began sucking on the nipples. The fluid was warm, but had a sweet taste to it. They did not know it, but a very strong diuretic and a muscle relaxant was mixed in with the formula.
“You will play here in your playpens, my babies.” instructed one of the nurses. “The punishment for acting like a grown-up is the high chair punishment.” Said the nanny pointing to four figures strapped to high chairs. Each of them had a plastic bag attached to their high chairs, with a tube running down into their mouths. And they were all wailing. “They are forced-fed formula, been given an enema and won’t be changed until bedtime.” said the nurse in a very commanding voice.
Chrissi and Katie were told how much fun it is to play “patty-cake”. The way it was said, it was considered an order. So Chrissi and Katie started to play patty-cake with each other. Without realizing it, Chrissi and Katie started enjoying playing it.
The baby-women played with the baby toys scattered about their playpens. After awhile, Katie and Chrissi, being bored playing patty-cake, started playing with some. Katie shook a rattle while Chrissi started building with the baby blocks. Jennifer and Marie rolled a baby ball around. Playing with the baby toys was fun for the baby-women. They were enjoying playing with these infantile things.
Every half hour, nurses checked the baby-women’s diapers. While playing with her rattle, Katie felt pressure on her bladder. Instead of holding back, she just let go, and peed her diapers. Before, she tried to hold back until the pressure was too great, but this time, the least amount of pressure and she wet herself. Katie could feel the warmth of the liquid flood her into diapers. Katie stopped playing with her rattle. Tears developed and started running down her cheeks as she wailed, “Waaa!” just like a baby.
This display of infantile behavior did not startled Chrissi. She too had wet her diapers with the least amount of pressure, but did nothing because she was afraid that she was going to be spanked. She hoped that the nurse would not check her too.
Jennifer and Marie wet their diapers too, but Jennifer had messed hers. Soon, all the baby-women were sobbing, begging to have their diapers changed, even Chrissi. It felt so good when the nurses changed the wet diapers.
Before Chrissi’s diapers were changed, she was given a bare bottom spanking. Then she was given an enema. She laid there crying as the nurse diapered her. As the nurse was changing her, Chrissi, without thinking, started sucking her thumb. Soon she was wearing dry diapers. Chrissi thought it felt wonderful being in dry diapers again. She was upset though, for the nurse said that she was getting a “didee” rash! But the nurse used diaperine on her diaper area to help with the rash.
As they were sucking on their bottles, a man came into the room. Karen addressed the baby-women, “Attention, my babies. This is Mr. Charleson. You will call him “Uncle Bob”. He is in charge of this facility.”
Bob Charleson started strolling around the room, coming up to the newest arrivals, Marie, Jennifer, Kate and Chrissi. Looking at them, he said, “Karen,” she was dressed in a crisp, white nurse’s outfit approached him “Karen, babies look very cute with pierced earring, but they have to go. The babies could easily put them into their mouths and swallow them. The baby could gag. Please check these new babies to see if they have any. If they do, please have them removed.”
Karen quickly agreed and had a nurse check the baby-women and remove all of the ones who wore earrings.”
Marie, Jennifer, Kate and Chrissi were extremely humiliated. How dare these people think that their mentality was that of a baby and would swallow earrings.! It was very indignant of them.
Bob stood in front of the room and looked at the baby-women. “Hello, my little babies.” He announced. “Yesterday you babies were introduced to your first day of your baby treatment.”
He strolled around the playpens, speaking as the baby-women tearfully watched. “As babies, you will crawl and use your diapers. Right now, some of you have regained the power to speak like grown-ups, but in time that will disappear.”
The baby-women in their playpens started sobbing. This was the usual result when the baby-women were confronted with this.
As Bob strolled round the playpens, he continued, “Besides your daily baby lessons, the majority of you will be bottle fed a formula of a high protein diet. Since many of you don’t have any “baby fat”, within a months times you will have regained your baby fat and the pear shape figure related with babyhood.”
Many of the baby-women started crying loudly. They were young women who worked hard at keeping a healthy womanly figure of grace and beauty, now it was going to reduced to that of a baby figure.
Marie was one of the ones crying. Even though she was in her forties, she kept fit. Sobbing, she watched “Uncle” Bob walked around the room. Stopping at a playpen, Bob said into his cassette, “Subject: Sikorski, Francis. Has been under conditioning for the past four weeks. Frannie now has the mental capability of an eleven month old. She will be ready to be given to her daughter, or I should say her new Mommy, in two days.” He continued reviewing the baby-women.
Marie studied Fran under tearful eyes. Fran was in her late forties, a round face and a double chin. Her chin was shinny from drooling. She had a tummy and looked like an overgrown baby.
Monica came over to Marie’s playpen and knelt down besides it.
“When Baby Frannie came here, she was as fit as you are.” She cooed. “Now she not only been regressed to a baby level, but looks like a baby too.” Smiling, Monica continued, “And soon, you and Baby Jenni, and Baby Chrissi and the other babies will look like that too.”
Marie started having an infantile reaction to that, she brought both fist up to her face and started bawling while kicking her legs and feet on the playpen’s mat. Not only were they planning to reduce her mental capacity to that of a baby, but they were going to make her look like a baby too.
About a half hour later, a nurse came over to the playpens. Going behind Marie, the nurse pushed her forward and pulled back on the plastic pants and diaper. Feeling with her finger on Marie’s diaper she announced that she was still dry. Marie felt very embarrassed about being treated this way.
Unfortunately for Jennifer, that was not the case. Jennifer had to pee when she was put into the playpen. Within the next twenty minutes, her bladder felt as if it was going to explode. Try as she might trying to hold her pee, she started to leak and then it was like a dam bursting. She flooded her diaper. She could feel the warmth of the pee on her skin and she wanted to cry. When the nurse came over and pushed her forward to check her diapers, Jennifer finally started to cry. The nurse announced that this baby was drenched. The nurse took Jennifer over to a changing table and pulled down the damp plastic pants. Within minutes, Jennifer’s diaper was unpinned and removed, leaving Jennifer completely naked in front of the nurse and everyone else. She cried throughout the entire changing ordeal. The nurse inserted a pacifier into Jennifer’s mouth. This only caused her to cry louder.
As Jennifer was having a diaper change, Marie, sucking on her bottle, started looking around the room. Besides Jennifer, Kate and Chrissi, Marie knew a few other baby-women there. There was Amy Shellhorn, Robin Miller, Ronni Brooks, and Sharon Fiestra. These women were nurses, just like her, and worked at the same hospital. They were all dressed like her, diapers covered over with a pair of plastic pants. Amy’s black hair, Sharon’s blonde hair, and Robin’s light brown hair were put into loose pigtails. Ronni’s long, thick, black hair was also in pigtails but braided. They sat in their playpens, sucking on their bottles while playing with the baby toys scattered about the playpen’s mat. Ronni’s playpen was right next to Marie’s playpen.
Marie tried to get Ronni’s attention. Ronni sat in her playpen, sucking on her bottle when suddenly, her bottom lip started to quiver. Then she cried, “Waaa!! Waaa!! Waaa!!” She was blubbering just like a baby that had wet diapers.
Karen stood by Marie’s playpen. Folding her arms and looking at Ronni as a nurse began removing her diapers, she said to Marie, “Baby Ronnie has been with us a little over two weeks. Isn’t she just adorable! Now that’s what’s in store you, Baby Rie.”
Kneeling at the playpen’s side watching, Marie saw the nurse rub baby wipes all over Ronnie’s ebony bottom. Her skin glisten with the baby lotion that was applied. Shortly, Ronnie was in dry diapers and plastic panties. Ronnie resumed playing with the baby toys scattered about the playpen. Marie noticed that Ronni had put on some weight. The high protein diet was working. Karen said that soon she and the others would be just like Ronnie and the other baby-women. She wanted to cry at the thought.
A nurse put Jennifer into a “punishment” high chair. She was caught trying to talk like an adult to Marie. That was a No-No. But before Marie could respond, a nurse grabbed Jennifer’s ear, pulling her out of the playpen and over her knee. The next thing Jennifer knew, the nurse had pulled down her diapers and was giving her a bare bottom spanking. Then, she was given an enema and strapped into a baby’s punishment high chair. The feeding tray was secured to the high chair, covering Jennifer’s arms, preventing her from raising them. There she remained, sucking on a nipple, crying. As she sat there, Jennifer could feel the effects of the enema working. With the lease amount of pressure, the enema erupted into Jennifer’s damp diaper. Jennifer started wailing loudly as she was forced to remain in the high chair in her messy diapers.
Shaking her finger at Jennifer, the nurse yelled, “YOU ARE A NAUGHTY BABY, BABY JENNI. BY THE TIME NURSIE CHANGES BABY, BABY WILL HAVE A NASTY DIDEE RASH.”
Jennifer cringed at the thought of having a diaper rash. This humiliation would help further her regression back to babyhood.
At lunchtime, all the babies crawled to the dining area except for the baby-women strapped to the “punishment” high chairs. Jennifer and the other baby-women being punished, watched as nurses came up to their high chairs. Two nurses carried bowls and sat them on the feeding trays. Removing the strapped nipples, the nurses began spoon-feeding the baby-women. Jennifer gagged on what was being fed to her, Thick, sticky, warm pabulum! It tasted horrible. It was mixed with Metamucil.
Jennifer was so glad when she saw the other baby-women crawling back into the nursery room. She did not feel so alone. She saw that Marie, Chrissi and Kate wore only diapers and plastic pants. Kate and Chrissi were put on the changing table, being given a diaper change.
Ronnie was on a changing table too, but her diaper was off and her temperature was being taken rectally.
Marie was over the knee of a nurse being given a bare bottom spanking. Then Marie was given an enema and then the nurse grabbed her ear. Dragging Marie over to the punishment area, where one of the baby-women were removed. Marie took her place and was seated in one of the high chairs. After having a feeding tube secured to her, Jennifer could hear the suckling sounds Marie made as she sucked on the nipple.
The nurse yelled at Marie, “YOU BAD, NAUGHTY LITTLE BABY! HOW DARE YOU TRY AND WALK LIKE A GROWN-UP! YOU KNEW THAT BABY WOULD BE PUNISHED, DIDN’T BABY? YOU ARE ONLY A BABY! NOW YOU’LL BE PUNISHED! AND NURSIE WON’T CHANGE BABY’S DIDEE UNTIL BEDTIME! YOU’LL PROBABLY END UP WITH A NASTY DIDEE RASH JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHER NAUGHTY BABIES BEING PUNISHED!
Marie’s bottom lip began to quiver as tears started to roll down her cheeks. She could feel the effects of the enema begin to rumble in her stomach. Marie knew that soon the enema would flood her diapers and then she would want to be changed.
Marie cried, for she had wet diapers and none of the nurses would change her. She continued to be forced on sucking on the warm formula, finding herself continuously wetting and messing her diapers. Her diapers were so wet; they were starting drooping on her. The other baby-women being punished were just like her, miserable!
As the day progressed, Marie and the others felt the effects of being babied all day long. None of them no longer held back on wetting their diapers. The nurses would check them every half hour saying what naughty babies they were. But none of the nurses would change them.
By the end of the day, not only was Jennifer and Marie strapped to the punishment high chairs, but Chrissi and Kate soon found themselves being punished too. At last the baby-women’s day was over and they were released from the high chairs. Slowly crawling on all fours, the baby-women followed the nurses down the hall to their nursery room.
All four baby-women were so glad to be in their cribs. They knew that soon they would be bathed and have fresh diapers on them.
Karen came over to Marie’s crib, leaned over the rail and inserted a baby’s pacifier into her mouth Slowly, Karen removed the stinky, soggy diapers, leaving Marie naked in the baby crib. Karen pulled the rail up and went over to Kate’s crib and did the same thing to her.
While Karen was doing that to her charges, Monica was doing the same to Chrissi and Jennifer.
Karen removed her “babies” out of their cribs and led them to the bathroom. Marie and Kate sat on the carpet as Karen filled the large tub up with soapy warm water. Like the night before the two adult women were seated in the tub and bathed like babies. Marie and Kate did not seem to mind. They were both relieved to be out the messy diapers and the punishment high chairs. They were cleaned.
After being bathed, Karen led them back to the nursery room. They passed Monica leading Chrissi and Jennifer crawling into the bathroom.
Karen sat the baby-women in the same crib and began dressing them. One of the baby-women would sit in the corner of the crib, while the other was being diapered and having her Dr. Denton’s put on. Then it was the other bay-woman’s turn. By the time Karen finished dressing her charges for bed, Monica was bringing her “babies” out to get diapered and ready for bed.
This night, Marie and the other baby-women were in for a “treat”. Karen and Monica took one of the babies, took them over to rocker. Sitting the child on their laps, the nurses began to bottle-fed their charges. After the day that the baby-women had, each one sucked on the nipple hungrily. The baby-women enjoyed their bottles as their burse rocked hem, patting their diapered bottoms.
Shortly all of the baby-women were strapped into their cribs with their “binkies” and a stuffed animal to hug. Karen and Monica left the room, leaving it encased only by a nightlight. Yawning, the baby-women were soon sound asleep. They did not mind being treated like babies, they were just happy to be clean and out of the confined high chairs.
The high chair punishment was used on at least ninety percent of the new baby-women. By the end of the day, they were so gratified to be bathed and placed into cleaned diapers that being treated like babies was grateful.
Tonight, a new lessons was given to the baby-women. As they slept, speakers hidden in their cribs were giving them more lessons. They were being taught sleep learning baby lessons.
A female voice emulated from the speakers, softly cooing, “YOU WANT TO BE A BABY. YOU LIKE BEING TREATED LIKE A BABY. YOU ARE A BABY.” This statement was repeated over and over throughout the night.
Two in the morning, nurses entered the nursery room and gently woke the sleeping babies. The baby-women were rubbing the sleep from their eyes with their mitten hands as the nurses inserted the nipples of baby bottles into their yawning mouths.
As the babies were having their diapers checked and changed, Chrissi was fearful of a spanking. Every time she had a diaper change that day, the nurse would give her a bare bottom spanking.
Seeing fear in Chrissi’s eyes, the nurse cooed, “No worries Baby Chrissi. Nursie non gonna spank baby. Her punishment time is over.”
Chrissi was relieved and enjoyed the diaper change. That was part of the reasoning behind the spankings. Everything that the nurses did had a purpose. It worked on Chrissi.
Shortly, all of the baby-women had their diapers changed, were bottle fed and burped and re-strapped into their crib. The nurses left, and the baby-women were asleep in their cribs.
At seven-thirty the next morning, the nurses entered the nursery room carrying baby bottles. As the baby-women nursed on their bottles, the nurses checked their diapers. They were changed and their Dr. Dentons were replaced. Lifting their charges out of the cribs, the nurses had them crawl to the dining room.
Like the other meals, the baby-women were seated in high chairs, as their nurses and “candy-strippers” sat next to them. Marie and the others feasted on warm Simulac and warm baby rice cereal, and drooled as the nurses ate eggs, toast, bacon and coffee, along with a cold glass of orange juice.
After breakfast, the new arrivals received a new surprise. Along with the other baby-women, Marie, Jennifer, Chrissi and Kate were herded down to the Pediatrician’s Office. Every Wednesday morning, the baby-women were given a medical examination. One by one, the baby-women were taken into the doctor’s office.
When Karen had taken Marie into the office, Karen sat in the chair while she had Marie sit on the tile floor. The female doctor, Dr. Rosemary, came in and started the examination. Sitting Marie on the examination table, she started the preliminaries. The doctor had instructed Karen to remove her Dr. Dentons, leaving her dressed only in her diapers and plastic pants. Laying Marie on her stomach, the doctor laid her on a baby scale.
Turning to her medical assistant, Dr. Rose said, “Her weight is 12 lbs., 3 ozs.” Then she measured her height, which she stated, “54 inches.”
What the doctor’s was doing was converting their weight and height to baby scale. When she stated Marie’s weight was 12 lbs., 3 ozs, she meant Marie weighed 123 lbs., and her height was 5 foot 4 inches.
As she was being examined, Marie dreaded one thing and it finally came.
“Time to take the baby’s temperature.” announced the medical assistant.
Marie started to sweat. Taking a rectal thermonitor that would be the equivalent to a baby, the medical assistant inserted the greased tip into Marie’s bottom. She let out a yip and began sobbing. Marie knew that part of an examination was the taking of her temperature. Since she was being treated like a baby, she knew that it would be rectally.
After Marie medical examination, it was Jennifer’s, then Chrissi’s, and then Katie’s. Their height and weight taken and recorded as was their temperature.
Soon, all four baby-women were back in the playroom. Katie and Jennifer were put into one playpen. The nurse insisted that the 2 baby-women play “patty-cakes”. Marie and Chrissi were placed into adult size baby swings. After cranking up the swings, Marie and Chrissi found themselves swaying back and forth. After a while, the babies exchanged positions, Marie and Chrissi were placed into the playpen while Jennifer and Katie were placed into the baby swings.
The rest of the day when the same as the day before, only Jennifer and Katie were confined to the high chair punishments. After their afternoon naps, they talked as adults, a No-No. Jennifer threw a baby block at Katie to catch and it hit her knee. Katie without thinking, cried out, “Damn, that hurt.” And Jennifer quickly replied, “Sorry, Kate.”
A nurse was in hearing distance and quickly pulled the naughty babies out of the playpen and dragged them over to the high chairs. Kate and Jennifer were strapped in and the feeding tube attached. Only with Kate, before she got her feeding tube, the nurse washed her mouth out with soap for saying a naughty word.
Then the day was over and the bay-women were taken back to their nursery rooms. But tonight was different. Marie and Chrissi were given baths and a change of diapers, while Jennifer and Kate were put into their Dr. Denton’s with no bath and no change of diapers. Marie and Chrissi were rocked wile being fed their bottles. And they were cuddled and cooed to. While Kate and Jennifer were put into their cribs and given a bottle. They were barely talked to. By the time the nurses left, Marie and Chrissi were yawning and drifting off to sleep, while Jennifer and Kate were sobbing. They wanted to have their diapers changed and they missed being talked to, even if they were being baby-talked to. Soon, they cried themselves to sleep.
Once again, while they slept a female voice emulated from the speakers, softly cooing a new statement, “YOU ARE A BABY. BABIES WET. YOU ARE A BABY. BABIES WET.” Again, it was repeated over and over again.
Like the night before, at 2 in the morning, nurses entered carrying baby bottles. Marie and the other babies were changed and bottle-fed. Even Jennifer and Kate were changed, only that they had developed a diaper rash! Diaperine was rubbed on it to help stop the itching and the burning sensation. Before the baby-women knew it, morning would return to start their baby lessons again.
It was usual that the baby-women be waken every morning at 7:30. Like babies, these baby-women had to be put on a schedule. To be awake at the same time every morning, be fed breakfast, lunch and dinner all at the same time, be given their baths and put into their cribs at the same time every night.
This morning was going to be a treat for the baby-women. After changing their diapers and having their breakfast, the baby-women were returned to their nursery rooms. Putting each of the baby-women in their cribs, Karen and Monica, along with 2 "candy-strippers" proceeded in dressing the baby-women. Karen dressed Marie starting with a pair of white plastic pants with ruffles across her bottom and a white tee-shirt. Next came a white and pink checked dress that flared at the breast and the hem ended at her crotch. The dress had white peter pan collar and puffed sleeves. White anklet socks with pink lace and white Mary-Jane shoes came next. To complete her baby outfit, a white baby bonnet encased er head. The rest of the baby-women were dressed similarly. Jennifer even had a white pinafore covering her dress.
Kate was dressed different from the other three. She was put into a cotton, light pink onesie. As she was being dressed, a nurse came in pushing a bassinet, followed by another nurse and Suzanne. Suzanne was dressed in a baby dress and a baby bonnet. The nurse came over to Kate, lifted her out of her crib and laid her in the bassinet.
"We're taking Baby Katie to the infant' section." Announced a nurse.
Kate's parents wanted a baby again, as a matter of fact, they wanted her to start life from the beginning and that's what they were going to get.
The nurses had the baby-women crawl out to the main entrance where 4 large baby carriages waited for them. Karen laid Marie in one of the carriages, while Monica laid Chrissi in another. Two candy-strippers, Amy and Julie, did the same to Jennifer and Suzanne. The baby-women were strapped in and covered with a light pink baby blanket. Adult-size pacifiers were strapped to their mouths and secured to the back of their ends. This was normal for the first two weeks. The second two weeks, the baby-women were pushed around in adult size baby strollers.
The next thing the baby-women knew, they were being pushed down the walkway and off the grounds. They were heading towards town! It was not a town really, more like a village where almost everyone either worked at the Baby Hotel or had a relative who does. They knew what was going on in there. Then there were some who only thought that the patients there were baby-like only because of a mental handicap, such as at birth or due to an accident.
The women were horrified at being wheeled around in public dressed as babies. It did not bother the people who strolled by. Some of the women stopped to admire the "babies" and tickle the "babies" under their chins. The village was use to seeing adult babies.
Karen and one of the candy strippers, Julie, strolled around the village, stopping. Julie was pushing the baby carriage that Jennifer was in. Soon, it was lunch time and they stopped at the Village Diner. Sitting down at one of the tables, with the carriages on each side of the table, they ordered lunch.
The waitress, Midge, came over and said, "Hi Karen, I see we have 2 new widdle babies." Karen and Julie smiled as Midge continued, "Ah, they're sooo cute!"
Smiling, Karen said, "Yes Midge. This is Baby Marie and this one is Baby Suzie."
Midge made a fuss over the two baby-women.
Midge took Karen and Julie's order of a chief salad and a diet coke. Midge, being a good waitress said, "Do you want me to warm up the babies' formula and food?"
Karen and Julie gave Midge the bottles of formula and baby food. Midge took them and left to warm them.
As they were waiting for their lunch, Suzanne started to sob, then cry, and finally she was bawling. Julie got up and leaned over the carriage's side.
"What's the matter, Baby Suzie?" she cooed. Lifting up Suzanne's dress and feeling her diaper, Julie said, "Ah, poor baby. Her diaper's all wet. I'm gonna to haveta change Baby Suzie's diaper."
Julie got up from the table and pushing Suzanne's carriage, went into the Ladies Room. Suzanne laid in her carriage sobbing. She spoke baby-talk to Julie as she began changing her. Suzanne knew that if she tried hard enough, she could speak as an adult, but she found that hard. It was easier to speak as a baby instead. Suzanne knew that she was not a baby, but an adult, but she no longer cared. She enjoyed the pampering and being taken care of. She did not miss working or any other adult function she use to do. Everything was being done for her. She did feel strange being given a diaper change in a public rest room like a baby, but even that did not bother her much.
Suzanne laid in her carriage as Julie removed the soaking wet diapers. Using diaperine, her nurse smeared the white ointment all over her pubic area. Lifting her legs up so that Suzanne's bottom was off the carriage's mattress, Julie washed her bottom and rubbed the ointment over her bottom too. The hotel insisted that the nurses use diaperine on all the charges to help prevent diaper rash.
Taking three thick diapers, Julie laid them under Suzanne's bottom. Spreading her legs apart, the nurse pulled them up and pinned them together. A pair of plastic pants were pulled up her legs and covered the bulky diapers. Giving Suzanne a pacifier, the nurse pushed the carriage out of the Ladies Room and returned to the table.
Karen and Julie's lunch had not arrived yet, but Marie and Suzanne's bottles and food were. Karen had taken Marie out of the carriage and sitting her on her lap, was feeding her the mushy baby foods. Julie followed Karen's example. Sitting Suzanne on her lap, she began spoon-feeding Suzanne the warm mushy baby food. Neither baby liked eating the sticky baby food, they would much rather have adult food instead. They knew that the nurses would never allow them to have it though. In between spoon feeding the babies their food, the nurses had them nurse on the bottles too.
Several customers stopped and watch. They were use to see adult babies around the village, but it still amazed them seeing grown adults being treated like babies.
When Marie and Suzanne were done their lunch, the nurses burped them, laid them back in the carriages and gave them their pacifiers. The babies laid there watching as the adults ate. As filling as their baby food was, Marie and Suzanne were dying for grown up foods. They were drooling as they watched Karen and Julie ate.
When lunch was over, the nurses took their "babies" to the village park. There a few people there with their young children. Marie and Suzanne were sat in the sandbox with the other babies. For half hour, the two baby-women played in the sandbox, carefully watched by Karen and Julie. The nurses took their charges to adult-size baby swings. The village community park service installed the swings and other adult-size baby items in the park after the hotel had given a large donation to the village. It was close to 2:30 when Karen decided that it was time to return to the hotel.
By the time they had returned to the hotel, Marie and Suzanne were yawning and rubbing their eyes. Being out in the fresh air tired them. The nurses took the baby-women to their nursery room and washed their faces and hands. Removing their play clothes and leaving them just in their diapers, Marie and Suzanne were laid down in their cribs. Locking the safety lids, the nurses left the room as the baby-women were drifting off to sleep.
The babies slept until 4, when the nurses came in to wake them. Marie and Suzanne had wet diapers, while Jennifer was not only wet, but messy too. Only Chrissi had dry diapers on. The nurses cleaned up the baby-women, put tee shirts and romper suits on them and led them to the play room. Once in the playroom, the baby-women were put into their playpens where they started playing with the infantile toys.
Only Chrissi did not play. Kneeling up in her playpen and holding onto the rail, Chrissi said in a weak voice, "Me, er…I'm not a baby."
The other baby-women around Chrissi's playpen stopped their playing and looked at her in amazement.
Monica stood in front of her playpen with her arms folded and said in a commanding voice, "What did Baby Chrissi say?"
Chrissi was scared, but she said in a whisper, "I I I'm a grown-up."
The other baby-women watched and waited, thinking if Chrissi got away with it, why can they?
"Uh, uh," Replied Monica, "we'll see about that." She grabbed Chrissi's ear and dragged her over to one of the punishment high chairs. Sitting in a straight back chair, Monica pulled the disobedient baby over her lap. Yanking at the pampers' tabs, Monica pulled the back flap of the pamper away from Chrissi's bottom. Chrissi started to wail, for she knew what was coming.
Regretting what she had done, Chrissi reverted quickly back to baby-talk, "Pleeze, nursie, me be good baby. Me no be bad no more, pleeze nursie, no spank baby!!"
Her pleading fell on deaf ears. Taking a wooden paddle, Monica started spanking Chrissi's bare, defenseless bottom. In seconds her bottom was bright red and Chrissi was crying uncontrollably. After the spanking, the punishment continued. Another candy-stripper brought over an full enema bag - a 2 quart bag! Monica inserted the greased nozzle into Chrissi's bottom and let the warm liquid flow.
When the bag was empty, Monica re-taped the pamper back on Chrissi. She was crying profusely. The nurse took a feeding tube and inserted it into the crying woman's mouth. Taking the straps, Monica locked it in place behind Chrissi's head. Taking Chrissi off her lap, Monica sat her in the high chair. Her arms were on her lap as Monica secured the feeding tray over them. Chrissi was locked in the high chair now. She struggled back and forth, kicking her feet on the foot rest. But to no avail, she was helplessly secured to the chair.
Monica took a bag of formula and hung it from the pole attached to the high chair. The long tube was attached from the bag to Chrissi's feeding nipple. Taking the nozzle in her hand, Monica turned the valve, opening the flow. In seconds, the warm baby formula was flowing into Chrissi's mouth. But instead on a slowly pace, it was racing. Chrissi had to swallow quickly or she would start gagging.
Monica said, "Since you were so naughty this time, we are feeding you your formula faster than last time. Also there is a very strong diuretic in the formula, so you'll have very wet and messy pampers by bedtime."
Chrissi lowered her head as the tears began running down her cheeks. She knew it was a mistake speaking like she was an adult.
"And," Monica continued, "don't think you be given a diaper change and a bath tonight. You'll be sleeping in those diapers all night. Maybe then you'll realize that you are only a tiny, helpless baby."
Chrissi sat in the high chair, shaking her head. She hate her fate. She knew that she would never disobey a grown-up again. Chrissi now knew tat she was a baby, a helpless baby and had to do what the grown-ups wanted.
Around 5, the nurse were herding the other baby-women out of the playroom to the dining area. Chrissi knew it time for dinner and she was soon alone in the large room. Gazing up at the transparent bag, Chrissi aw that it was almost empty. She was relieved, for her stomach was quite bloated and she did not know if she could swallow any more. Her relief was short lived, for in came Monica with another full bag. Chrissi was shaking her head as Monica replaced the bag. Chrissi found herself swallowing more baby formula.
As she was swallowing the formula, she discovered that she was getting cramps, not painful ones, just annoying ones. The enema was working. Her stomach was gurgling and she knew that soon the enema would erupt into her pampers. And she was helpless to prevent it from happening. She tried crossing her legs and holding her cheek muscles, anything to prevent the inevitable. What seemed like hours, but was really only minutes, the enema erupted into Chrissi's pamper. It felt awful and tears streamed down her cheeks, Chrissi felt so infantile.
Just then, the nurses came back into the playroom with the baby-women. Soon, the baby-women were in their playpens, playing with the toys, as Chrissi continued sobbing. She watched and wished that she was in her playpen playing with her toys.
Standing in front of the room was Karen as she clapped her hands for attention. "Little ones, little ones. Tomorrow is going to be a treat or you. We are going to be taking you to our hospital's nursery room." Looking around at the bay-women, Karen continued, "This is where our new-born babies are."
Chrissi looked at Jennifer in her playpen. If Chrissi did not know that Jennifer was an adult, she could swear that she was a baby. She sat there, sucking on a pacifier, playing with a rattle. Then she looked around the room, all of the women were nothing but overgrown babies!
Finally, the day was over. It was the baby-women's bedtime. The nurses and candy strippers came around, herding the baby-women to their nursery rooms.
Monica came over to Chrissi and held her nose. Smiling, Monica said, "Baby Chrissi poo-stinky. Don't think nursie goin' to change baby. Baby Chrissi is stayin' in her stinky diapers until morning."
Chrissi's bottom lip began to quiver and she started bawling. She hated being in wet and messy diapers and wanted to be changed. "Pleeze nursie, pleeze change baby." She cried.
Monica ignored her and had her crawl to her nursery room. When they arrived, Karen was already giving Marie and Jennifer their bath and Suzanne was having her play clothes removed by Julie. Suzanne was soon dressed in her pampers.
Taking her baby, Monica laid her in the crib. She pulled the side rail up and ask Julie to watch her for a few minutes. Monica walked into the bathroom and saw Karen kneeling by the tub washing Jennifer. Marie was holding a rubber duck. The baby-women skin glisten from being wet. Monica went over to the sink, retrieved a bowl of warm water, a wash cloth and a towel and quietly left.
Retuning to Chrissi, Monica sat the bowl on a small table next to the crib. "Nursie may not be changing your messy pampers tonight, but you are not going to sleep being dirty."
Monica gave Chrissi a sponge bath from her head to her feet, except for her diaper area. Chrissi was disappointed, she really wanted to be change and she expressed her feelings by crying. She had learned her lesson, she was a baby. The nurse still ignored the crying and started to put Chrissi into a long cotton, baby nightgown. The hem of the nightgown was zippered shut. Giving Chrissi her bottle, Chrissi barely drank a quarter of it. She was full from all the formula given to her earlier.
Shortly, all the baby-women were tucked into their cribs, with their stuffed animals and their "binkies". The lids to the cribs closed and locked.
As the nurses were leaving, Karen looked at her watch and said, "Good, it's 8 p.m. and the babies are I their cribs for the night. Well done ladies." Karen emphasized the point as much as possible of who were the babies and who were the adults.
Marie and the other were soon cast into darkness, the only light emitted from a night light. Marie laid in her crib drifting off to sleep, listening to the baby-women sucking on their pacifiers and one baby-woman sobbing. Marie had no idea who was crying and was too tired to care. Like the others, in minutes all of the baby-women were asleep except one dirty baby-woman.
Like clock work, 2 a.m. came and the night nurses entered. Carefully inserting the nipple of a bottle into each of the baby-women's mouths, they began checking their diapers. All of them had wet.
When a nurse checking Chrissi started to change her, another nurse said, "Didn't you read the chart, Baby Chrissi doesn't get a diaper change tonight." Of course the nurses knew which baby-woman was being punished, again it was emphasize who were the babies and who were the adults. It was part of the treatment. Once again, Marie, Jennifer, and Suzanne were in dry diapers, drifting off to sleep, while Chrissi started crying herself to sleep. Soon, she'll be changed, for Monica said that she would change her in the morning. Chrissi could hardly wait as she cried herself to sleep.
- To Be Continued -