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Back to Babyhood - Part 9
Baby time for Bubbles. . .
Eighteen year old Rebecca now had lost all hope of a quick escape, after just one night with Kym she hadn’t even woken when she needed to wet and was now the not so proud wearer of a very soggy “Cosies Junior Size” disposable nappy.
Kym realised that her new daughter wasn’t happy and decided to test if Katie had accepted her new fate as yet..
“Its OK Katie. . . Mummy knows other little ones who need nappies at night time. . ..I’m sure you will be dry in a couple of years we will be able to get you dry at night, out of your nappies and into a big girls bed”.
Rebecca was aghast. . . a coupe of years. . . back in nappies and a cot. . . noooo way, she should be out partying with her Uni friends!!.
“Please. . .. you have made a mistake, I’m really eighteen, I’m not a baby, I’m just small, and my names Rebecca. . . NOT KATIE!!”
“Well if you are eighteen little lady tell me why you are wearing a soggy nappy. . . mmm?”
“I dunno. . . you made me wear them.. its your fault”.
Kym laughed. . .. “My fault!! really? Oh Katie , you tell big tales for such a little girl. . .. eighteen indeed, do you really think people are going to believe that in your current state that you are eighteen?”
Rebecca, realised Kym was right and shrugged her shoulders.
“I didn’t think so little lady. . . until you are dry at sleep time for at least a month without an accident Mummy’s going to keep your cot nice and dry. By the look of your disposable Mummy’s going to have to use cloth and put her little Bubbles in double nappies at beddie byes time”.
The reality of the situation finally struck home to Rebecca. . . she was now being treated as a three-year-old and her new name was Katie.
She had little choice, no one would ever believe she was eighteen, she didn’t look it and the way Kym dressed her even when she was out of the cot she looked no different to any other toddler. . .. she cringed thinking her little sister had more grown up privileges than she did in her current situation. Even worse Kym was now calling her “Bubbles”. The same baby name she called her little sister.
Kym carried Bubbles into the kitchen and deposited her into a wooden playpen. As she landed on her well padded bottom Bubbles felt the cold and soggy disposable nappy clinging to her buttocks and wished she had never moved into her flat in Sydney.
Kym popped a paci into her new daughter’s mouth to stop Bubbles complaining.
Bubbles had no time to contemplate Kyms request before Kym reached into the playpen, removed her pink cotton nightie and stripped back the tapes on her disposable letting it fall open.
“OK Katie. . . its potty time for you little lady. . . Mummy wants you to go number twos for her”
Kym then lifted her gently into a standing position. Rebecca thought to herself that at least she was now going to get to be grown up again.
Her thoughts were short lived when Kym turned and took a red toddlers potty from the shelf under breakfast bar, placed it under her and unceremoniously pushed her back down onto it.
The sudden descent and cold plastic had an immediate effect on Bubbles reflexes - both she and Kym were greeted by the sudden sound of a slow trickle of water hitting the plastic bottom of the potty.
Shocked at he response Bubbles tried to clamp down on her bladder muscles but for some unknown reason they failed to respond and her bladder continued to empty. Kym smiled and moved towards the nursery.
“That’s a good girl Bubbles - now Mummy wants you to sit there until you have done number two’s - tell Mummy when you have finished, I’m just going to get your trainers for you to wear during the day”.
Although she had by reflex emptied her bladder into the potty like a baby being toilet trained, Rebecca was determined she would not be humiliated into using the potty for her number twos, at least that was something in her life she still had control over.
She decided to out wait Kym and see what her response would be to her not complying with her request to use the potty.
Hopefully she would think Bubbles didn’t need to ‘go” number 2’s and put her in the training pants.
Bubbles hatched a plan that once she had the trainers on she would be able to duck into the bathroom and pull them down easily enough to do her business when Kym wasn’t watching.
After all there was no way she could watch her for every minute of the day. . . was there?
Her thirst meantime was never ending, she couldn’t remember being this thirsty before.
Unable to hold out she picked up the baby bottle Kym had given her earlier and continued to finish the sweet tasting formula. Unknown to Bubbles the more of the formula she drank the stronger her thirst would become.
Kym continued to fix breakfast in the kitchen, Bubbles watched from her playpen and smelt the fresh aroma of percolated coffee and bacon, which caused her tummy to rumble. She was momentarily distracted by the cooking smells and almost succumbed to Kyms desire to have her use her potty for its intended purpose. Regaining her situation just in time she was able to tighten her bottom muscles and retain her control. Ten minutes after she had stripped Rebecca of her soggy nappy and sitting her on the potty Kym returned to her.
‘OK Bubbles - let Mummy see how we got on shall we”
Lifting her under her arms from behind Kym propelled Bubbles forward into the playpen and onto her knees.
Kym immediately noticed Bubbles had failed to comply with her wishes and her smile disappeared.
“Well little one - if you want to a baby and not use your potty that’s fine by me, I thought you were a big girl and big girls use the potty”
This wasn’t the response Bubbles had expected.
“OK .. up we go” Lifting Bubbles by her arms Kym carried her to the nursery and deposited her on the changing table.
This was new for Bubbles, she hadn’t been infantisied to this level. She suddenly realised being on a changing table could mean only one thing, she was about to put back in nappies during the day. She now wished she had used the potty when she had a chance and regretted the actions that had lead to her pending demise. As she tried to move off the changing table Kym easily held her with one hand while she brought the safety harness over her little ones tummy and secured it. Bubbles started to cry as she saw Kym take two flannelette nappies from a stack on the dresser and fold them into the kite shape.
“Please, noooo nappies, nooooo, I’ll use the potty, promise ”
“You had your chance little lady - now Mummy’s going to put you back in a nappy.
Since you want to behave like a baby then we might as well dress you like one. You might as well get used to being back in nappies as I was expecting my new daughter to be younger than you are so I have a plentiful supply.
I have no intentions of letting you do poopies in your training pants. Perhaps after a day or two back in nappies you might want to try the potty again!!”
Bubbles started to panic - her pleading had been ignored.
Kym finished folding the two cloth nappies, opened two nappy pins and held them between her lips ready for use as she lifted Bubbles clear of the changing table by holding her ankles together.
Bubbles tried to wriggle away only to feel a sharp smack from Kyms free hand on her bottom. The sting was immediate and she cried out.
“Oooowwwww, noooo please. . .. ”
Kym tightened her grip on Bubbles.
“Stay still, and be good, or you will get a real smack”.
In one swift movement Kym slipped the nappy under Bubbles and lay her back down on it. Bubbles felt the soft flannelette cotton encase her bottom.
What she didn’t anticipate was the thickness of the cloth nappies and the impact it would have on her legs. As Kym pulled the nappy up between her lags and started pinning it shut Bubbles realised it was far thicker than the disposable had been and pushed her legs wide apart.
Bubbles ran her hand between her legs and couldn’t feel her body. With the second nappy folded as a soaker pad in the centre of the first Kyms plan was threefold.
A thick cloth nappy would restrict Bubbles in her ability to run away and make her to waddle like a baby learning to walk making her easier to control,
It would remind her of her new status as a toddler, and
She wouldn’t realise she had been dribbling until the inner soaker was drenched. By that time it would be too late for her to try and regain control of her bladder muscles. Today was the last day in her regression to toddler and wet pants were critical to its success.
If Bubbles realised she still had the ability to regain control before the day was over Kym would have no choice but to return her to Sydney. On the other hand if she kept on putting her efforts into trying to run away and not focussing on her demise to toddler Kym’s plan would be a success - hence the soaker in her nappies.
As the second pin clicked shut and Kym secured the safety head Bubbles realised her fate was sealed. Here she was back in nappies and being treated like a three year old when 2 days ago she had been out partying with her flatmates in Sydney - it seemed like years ago given the events of the last 48 hours.
Kym then undid the safety harness and lifted Bubbles onto the floor before slipping a pink sun dress over her head.
Bubbles was far from happy, the sundress was short in toddler style and didn’t even cover her nappied condition.
“Ok Baby - lets go outside and see if the nappies I washed for you to use tonight are dry - looks like we are going to be using them sooner than I thought”
Taking the stack on the nursery dresser, the bundle Maria Stevens had given Kym and the washing line full, Bubbles calculated Kym had at least three dozen nappies plus the Kooshies she had brought on their way up from Sydney.
There was no way she would ever be able to use them all in a day and have any chance of making Kym to give her real pants - her heart sank at the thought of being kept in nappies 24/7. Bubbles watched as Kym unpegged the dry nappies and folded them into a pile on the deck table before ushering her back inside. She watched as Kym carried the dry washing into the airing cupboard.
Bubbles transition back to babyhood was nearing its final stage. . .. . .
As she toddled into the kitchen wearing her sundress and a cloth nappy she stopped and squatted.
. . . unknown to Baby Bubbles in a very short time she was about to fill her pants for the first time in recent history and there would be absolutely nothing she would be able to do to stop it happening.
Kym turned and glanced over at her daughter. . . she had purposefully dressed Bubbles after her breakfast without plastic pants as she knew what would happen in less than 30 minutes and wanted to experience her daughters reaction first hand. . .. In just her cloth nappy it would be obvious to any observer. . .
. . . without warning Bubbles started to fill her nappy. . ..
. . . Kym first noticed Bubbles cheeks go red and immediately realised what was happening as her new daughter’s muscle reflexes kicked in and pushed the unwanted mass into her cloth nappy which quickly bulged with the added load . . .
. . .. Bubbles was shocked. . . she had just pooed her nappy like a toddler who had not been potty trained. . .. And without any warning that it was about to occur.
To make matters worse she lost her balance and landed on her tooshie spreading the sticky mess over her bottom.
Kym decided she would wait and see what Bubbles did next. . .. it was obvious she had realised what had happened and Kym wanted to see how she dealt with her new situation, leaving her in a dirty nappy for an hour or so would also bring on a nappy rash enhancing her journey back to babyhood.
Kym turned and continued preparing the bottles that had been sterilised for the day ahead.
Once she had finished she went over to her little one. . .. the smell of a pooey nappy was unavoidable.
‘Well little Bubbles. . . Mummy can smell a pooey nappy. . .. have you got anything to tell me Baby?
Bubbles was at the end of the road - somehow she had not only lost her bladder control overnight but she had now filled her pants, it seemed she had no control over her life and wished she had been able to escape back at Maria’s when she had a chance.
“It was an accident - I didn’t mean too . . . please”
“That’s Ok Sweetie - Mummy will change you and then you can sit in your highchair for lunch”
Kym picked up Bubbles and carried her to the changing mat she had laid out in the lounge.
Removing her sundress she lay Bubbles on her back and started to unpin her wet and pooey nappy.
“My we are a little stinker today aren’t we Baby!!”
Rebecca watched quietly as Kym returned from the nursery carrying two pairs of Kooshies Training Pants with babyish looking prints and placed them on the breakfast bar.
Bubbles turned and looked over to Kym who was working at the kitchen bench.
She watched carefully as Kym removed six baby bottles from the steriliser and carefully screwed the caps and teats back on ready for use.
It became obvious to her that Kym intended to bottle feed her for some time given the trouble she had gone to with the steriliser, bottles and teats. In the open door of the pantry she counted six large tins of Similac Infant Formula sitting on the bottom shelf.
Bottle feeding was about to become a regular feature in her life . . .. . .
This action was not something she had control over but was an automatic reflex.
She had absolutely no idea what she was doing as it occurred naturally.
In effect what was happening was the stool softener that had been in her bottle was doing its job. . .. her tummy started to rumble. . ...
Kym carried Bubbles outside to the clothes line.
There gently flapping in the morning breeze to greet her was a full line of washing easily recognisable as the same type of flannelette toddlers nappies she had just been put into.
Their pink edging clearly identifying them as “junior” size flat nappies.
Bubbles flashed back to a picture of her own mother folding her younger sister’s nappies, which were the exact same type.
Kym removed the potty and its contents from the playpen leaving Bubbles sitting naked on the wet nappy she had been wearing the night before.
Bubbles watched as Kym returned after a few seconds from the bathroom and placed the now clean potty back
on its shelf before coming over to her.
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