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Former nurse, Marie Nardotti had been babied for over three weeks now. Karen Leach, the head nurse of the Baby Hotel, had told her that this Saturday morning that her new adopted parents were going to be here at lunchtime to care for her for the entire weekend.
Marie laid on the changing table as her nurse prepared her to meet her new Mommy and Daddy. Checking her pubic area, Karen noticed a stubble. Taking shaving cream, Karen shaved it away, leaving Marie baby smooth.
Looking up at the mirror that was attached to the ceiling, Marie watched as Karen changed her. Marie noticed how her body had changed since her arrival. Her once slim, womanly figure had gained weight. Her face was rounder and she had developed a tummy. Her body was no longer an hour glass figure, but had become pear shape, just like a baby’s. Karen had told them at the beginning that they were to be put on a high protein diet to get their “baby fat” back. A while back, this had bothered her, but now she did not care, Marie enjoyed being pampered and babied.
Marie looked over at the other baby-women. They too had become more baby looking in their looks.
Karen put Marie into three, thick, diapers and plastic pants, then a baby style white tee-shirt.. A pink and white check baby dress was put on her with white puffed sleeves and a white peter pan collar. White anklets with lace and a pair of black patent Mary-Jane style shoes were put on. Lastly, a white baby bonnet covered her head. Marie looked like a cute adult-size baby.
Placing Marie in an adult-size umbrella stroller, Karen took her to a large room. Marie sat in the stroller, sucking on her pacifier, thinking about the last three weeks. She knew that she was not a baby and did not need adult supervision, but the baby conditioning that she has been receiving prevented her from acting like an adult. Marie found it easier to behave like a baby than an adult now. Speaking like a baby she enjoyed, because she did not have to think what to say. Gibberish words were the only words she had to say. And she enjoyed being pampered like a baby as well.
In the room were several other baby-women, all dressed like adorable little babies. Karen sat her in a vacant wooden playpen. The playpen was filled with assorted different types of baby toys. Marie started playing with some of the baby blocks as her nurse looked on.
Looking around the room, Marie noticed that Chrissi was in an adult size baby swing. She was dressed in a yellow romper suit, with her long black hair braided in pigtails. Her real parents were on both sides of the baby swing, beaming as they talked baby talk to their new infantile daughter. Chrissi was smiling and giggling at her “Mommy” and “Daddy”.
As Marie sat in the playpen, Karen came up with a young girl about 19 or 20 years old and another woman in her forties.. “Here she is.” announced Karen to the women.
The woman knelt next to the playpen. “Hello, Baby Rie. I’m your new Mommy.” she cooed to Marie as she tickled her under her chin. “Aren’t you the most adorable baby!”
Marie giggled at being tickled, just as a baby would.
Then looking up at the other woman, Marie’s Mommy cooed, “And this is your Nana.”
Marie turned beet red. Here was a young girl, who was to be her legal guardian, was her “Mommy”! And the other woman who was about her age was her “grandmother.”
The girl stood up and patting the top of Marie’s head said, “Your Daddy couldn’t be here Baby Rie. He’s in the Navy and is on a ship, er a big boat now. But Mommy and Nana are here to take care of you for the whole weekend.”
Looking at Karen the girl asked, “When can I take the baby to our room, Ms. Leach?”
Karen said that lunch was ready and then afterwards, she could take Baby Rie to her room and take care of her for the weekend. The woman, Linda Sommers, leaned over the playpen, helped Marie up and sat her in the stroller.
Squatting in front of the stroller, Linda, taking Marie’s hands in hers, cooed to her, “Say Ma-Ma, Baby Rie. Say Ma-Ma.”
Marie sat in the stroller looking at her new “Mommy”. She started drooling. Karen said that Baby Rie was much too young to talk like a big girl. Linda motherly wiped Marie’s mouth with a cloth.
Karen, Linda, and Linda’s mother, Margaret pushing the baby stroller, went into the dinning room. They went up to a table and sat down. Linda sat Marie in the baby high chair. Sitting down at the table with them was Jennifer and her new Daddy, actually her real husband, Suzanne and her new Mommy and Daddy, and Barbara Leto and her new Mommy, who was really her daughter, Dawn, who was now babying her mother.
Linda tied a baby bib on Marie and began spoon-feeding her the baby food that was on Marie’s tray. Jennifer’s Daddy also began spoon-feeding her the baby food mush, as did Dawn. She picked up the tiny spoon and began spoon-feeding the baby food to Barbara.
The “parents” were talking about their new babies, excited about taking care of them for the weekend, while feeding them and eating themselves, when Barbara’s bottom lip began to quiver. Dawn looked at Karen.
Smiling, Karen said, “Check Baby Barbie’s didee. It’s probably wet.”
Dawn started baby talking to Barbara as she stuck her finger into Barbara’s diaper. Finding it wet, Dawn removed the tray and took Barbara over to a changing table. The “parents” of the babies stopped and watched as Dawn removed the damp plastic pants and then the wet diaper. They were amazed that a grown woman was so docile at having a diaper change.
As her “new” Mommy was spoon-feeding her, Marie was looking around the room. At another table, she saw Katie being fed by a nursing bottle by her real Mommy. Katie’s parents not only wanted her to become a baby again, they wanted her to be an infant again. So, here she sat on her Mommy’s lap, nursing on a baby bottle, dressed in an adult-size infant style nightgown.
Katie’s parents were not the only ones who wanted their daughter to become and infant again, Robin Miller’s new “Mommy” and “Daddy” did too. Robin, with her shoulder length light brown hair braided in pigtails, also sat on her new Mommy’s lap, nursing on a baby bottle.
Marie saw Suzanne in a high chair at another table. Suzanne’s new Mommy and Daddy must be 18 or 19 years old too! She sat in the highchair crying, banging her hands and feet. Her Mommy tried to feed her, but her “Mommy” was getting more of the baby food around her mouth, not in it.
Finally, lunch was over. Linda checked Marie’s diaper and finding it damp, decided to change her before taking Marie to her room. She had Marie crawl to the changing table, where laying her down, Linda proceeded in removing the damp plastic pants and diapers. Karen and Margaret stood by watching. Marie laid there, sucking her thumb as her Mommy changed her.
After changing her adult-size baby, she had Marie crawl to their room. In the room was 2 double beds, a desk and chair, a dresser and a playpen. Off to one side was the bathroom and on the other side was a room for the baby. An adult size baby crib and a baby dresser that also served as a changing table was in the room. Marie’s new grandmother, picked her up and sat her in the playpen.
“Let’s take the baby out of her pretty dress and put play clothes on her.” Cooed Margaret.
“That’s a good idea and then we can take Baby Rie out to the playground.” Agreed Linda.
Margaret and Linda began to undress Marie. “I never change such a big baby before.” Stated Margaret.
“Remember Mom,” said Linda, “Baby Rie, although is a big girl is still a baby at heart. She’s my baby and your granddaughter.”
Shortly, Marie was dressed in a white tee shirt, a pink romper suit , white anklets, and baby booties. Pulling up the center of her black hair, Linda clipped a pink, plastic, baby bow. Marie was ready to go out and play with the other baby-women.
Linda and Margaret had Marie crawl outside to the baby’s playground. Once there, Linda sat Marie in the baby swing and began pushing her. Margaret stood in front of the swing and pushed it gently back to her daughter. After twenty minutes or so, Marie started fussing, so Linda took her out of the swing and let her crawl to the sand box.
Kneeling next to her adopted baby, Linda started building sand castles with Marie. As they were playing in the sand box, Chrissi and her parents came over to the sand box. Chrissi’s Mommy sat Chrissi in the sand box with Marie.
Chrissi’s long black hair was braided into pigtails, with pink baby bows clipped at the ends. She was wearing white bib overalls and a pink tee shirt. Her feet were encased in pink anklets and she was sucking ob her “binkie”.
For about 15 minutes the baby-women at in the sand box playing with the sand. Then their “Mommies” decided to take Marie and Chrissi to the teeter-totter. As the baby-women were on the teeter-totter, Karen came along the path announcing that it was nap time for the babies.
Linda and Margaret took a crying Marie back to the room. Marie having fun on the teeter-totter with Chrissi and was starting to have temper tantrum as they were leaving.
Shaking her finger in Marie’s face. Linda scolded her “baby daughter”, “Baby Rie. You stop this fussing or Mommy gonna spank baby.”
They took a crying Marie back to the room. Laying Marie on the bed, Linda checked her “““baby daughter’s” diaper.
“Ah,” Linda cooed, “baby is all wet-wet. Does Baby Rie wantum Mommy to change baby?”
Marie laid on the bed, gurgling. She enjoyed having diaper changes. She hated being in wet and messy diapers. Carefully, Linda removed her ““baby daughter’s” damp plastic pants and her soggy wet diapers. Using baby wipes, Linda wiped and cleaned her baby. Then she used diaperine and baby powder on Marie’s diaper areas. Lifting her bottom of the diaper pad, Linda slid three thick diapers under her. Spreading her legs apart, she pinned the ends together. The final touch was pulling white plastic pants up Marie’s legs and covering the bulky diapers.
“Ah,” cooed Linda, “Baby Rie smells so sweet now. Just like a little baby.”
Linda had Marie crawl into her nursery room. Sitting in a rocker, she picked Marie up and sat her “baby daughter” on her lap. Margaret came in with a baby bottle. Holding Marie in the crock of her arm, Linda began bottle-feeding her baby. Marie, being hungry, sucked on the nipple until the bottle was empty. Placing Marie over her shoulder, Linda began patting her back. Marie let out a loud burp, pleasing Linda and Margaret. Wiping Marie’s mouth, Linda laid her in the crib. Marie’s new Mommy gave her binkie and her stuffed teddy bear. Linda covered her new baby with a light blanket, and pulled the side rail, securing Marie in, while Margaret turned on the baby monitor and the music box that played soft, nursery songs. They stood over Marie’s crib, watching her as she drifted off to sleep.
After napping for an hour, Marie woke up. Seeing that she was alone in a strange room, Marie started to whimper. Her cries were heard in the next room via the baby monitor and Linda quickly walked in. giving Marie her binkie, Linda helped her from the crib and had her crawl out into the main room. Laying her on her bed once again, Linda felt Marie’s diapers. Finding them wet, she laid a diaper pad under Marie’s bottom and removed the damp diapers. After cleaning her “baby daughter” up, Linda coated her pubic area with a heavy dose of diaperine before diapering Marie.
Taking Marie’s ankles in her hands, Linda started singing, “The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round.” As she pushed Marie’s legs up and down.
“Let’s see if Baby Rie’s ticklish.” Cooed Margaret, when Linda finished her song. Margaret started tickling Marie’s tummy. Marie started to laugh with an infantile glee. Then Linda started to blow bubbles on Marie’s tummy too. Marie was so happy, enjoying her infantile sensations.
For the next hour or so, Linda and Margaret played baby games with Marie. Linda played patty-cakes with her “baby daughter” and Margaret played “Inky-Dinky Spider” with her “grand-daughter” afterwards. Soon, it was dinner time. Checking Marie’s diapers, Linda found them damp. Margaret offer to change Marie, but Linda wanted to. She wanted to establish a bond with her baby. After her changing, Linda decided that Marie only wear a diaper top. She chose a pink tee-shirt that barely reached Marie’s navel and had a picture of Winnie-the-Pooh on the front.
Sitting Marie in the umbrella stroller, Linda pushed it to the dining room where Karen met them.
“Hello Linda, Margaret,” said Karen. Squatting down to Marie’s height, cooed, “Hellwo Baby Rie. Did baby have fun with Mommy and Nanna?”
Marie smiled at Karen, causing her pacifier to fall out of her mouth. The women smiled at Marie’s infantile reactions. Linda picked up Marie’s pacifier and took her into the dinning area. Once more they were seated with the other parents and their babies. Their dining companions were different that at lunch. Seated with Linda and Margaret were Robin Miller and her Mommy and Daddy, Amy Shellhorn and her Mommy and Daddy, and Ronnie Brooks and her Mommy.
Like Marie, Robin and Ronnie were being treated like 12 month olds, while Amy was being treated like a 18 month old. Her long black hair was braided into pigtails with pink bows tied at the ends. Like the other baby-women, she was heavily diapered and a pair of white plastic pants covered her diapers. She wore a pink dress that flared at her breasts and the hem barely past her crotch. The dress had a white peter pan collar and puffed sleeves. Her mother had put a white pinafore on her. She had pink anklets on with white lace and black patent Mary-Jane shoes. A pacifier was tied on a pink ribbon around her neck and Amy carried a Raggety Ann doll.
Like the other baby-women, Amy was placed in a high chair, but she had chunkier baby foods and she drank from a two handled sipping cup.
Karen stood up and said, “You better check your babies’ diapers before dinner.”
The Mommies checked the babies’ diapers and only Robin and Ronnie were wet. The mothers took the babies over to the changing table and proceeded to change the diapers on them. By the time they returned to the table, the waitresses were bring the meals out. The babies were seated in their high chairs with the feeding trays secured to them. Large plastic bibs were tied on the babies and the mommies began feeding their “““baby daughter’s”.
None of the baby-women liked the baby food that was being fed to them, but they were use to it. As much as the baby-women enjoyed their new status of babyhood, they really missed eating adult food. They sobbed at ever meal as they were maked top watch the nurses, now their Mommies and Daddies eat grown-up food. And the baby-women knew that they would not be allowed adult foods for a long time to come.
The parents fed their “““baby daughter’s” as they discussed being the parents of adult babies. All were excited and enjoyed every moment of their time.
Soon, dinner was over. The baby-women were seated on their Mommies’ laps and were bottle-fed, afterwards they were burped. Diapers were checked, all needed changing.
Amy complained that she needed to go potty. Since she was “learning” to be potty-trained, her Mommy took her over to a child’s potty chair. Pulling down her plastic pants and unpinning the diapers, Amy was allowed to sit on the potty chair. Amy looked so cute sitting there with her knees up under her chin. When she tried to get up, her Mommy had her remain sitting until her Mommy thought she was done. Amy started crying, saying that she was finished. Her Mommy had remain there for 5 more minutes. Then Amy’s Mommy wiped her cleaned, re-pinned her diapers and pulled the plastic pants back over her diapers.
The parents and the baby-women were taken to the large nursery room where the baby-women could play. The nurses did not put the baby-women in the playpens. They let them roam around, being watched by their Mommies and Daddies. Amy and the other older baby-women were allowed to go outside and play in the playground, while the younger baby-women had to stay inside.
By 7, the baby-women were getting tired and started yawning. It had been a very busy day for them. The parents came and took their baby back to their rooms.
Taking Marie, Linda and Margaret strolled back to the room. Once inside, Linda cooed, “Time for baby’s bathy-poo.” Linda gently removed Marie’s outfit. Leaving her naked on the floor. Margaret was already in the bathroom running warm water and putting Mr. Bubbles in the tub. By the time Linda had Marie crawl into the bathroom, her bath was all set. Margaret sat on the toilet seat as Linda knelt next to the tub, washing Marie. She scrubbed Marie all over.
Noticing the stubble on Marie’s pubic area, she remarked to her mother, “Mom, see how the stubble has grown? Monday Marie and the other babies are going to have electro-dialysis all over their bodies to remove their body hair for good. Especially her pubic hair”
“Well,” Margaret said, “after her bath, we’ll just have to shave it off.” Linda just shook her head in agreement.
Linda continued playing with Marie with bath toys. When the bath was over, Linda helped Marie out of the and laid her on the carpet. Using a large fluffy towel, Linda gently dried her “baby daughter”.
Margaret knelt next to Linda. She had a razor and shaving cream. When Marie saw the items she started to sob. Subconscienously, she knew that she was still an adult and by shaving away her pubic hair would only re-enmaked her status as a baby. Her adult side of her memory did not want to be reduced to a helpless baby. Linda gently smeared the cream all over Marie’s pubis area, then lightly, using the razor, stroked away the stubble. Taking a towel, Linda wiped away the excess cream, revealing baby smooth skin. Linda smiled at how “baby-smoothed” Marie’s pubic area was.
Her mother brought in Marie things that she would need. Taking three thick diapers, Linda lifted Marie’s bottom up and slid them under her. Using diaperine, Linda spread it all over Marie’s pubic area, then lifting her bottom up, spread the white ointment there too.
Smiling, Linda cooed, “Dere babykins. Baby no get a boo-boo didee rash. Mommy give Baby Rie boo-boo medicine to prevent er…help baby.”
Linda continued the diapering. Marie was powdered and the three diapers pulled up between her legs and pinned. A pair of plastic pants was pulled up her legs and over the thick diapers. Sitting Marie up, Linda pulled a white tee-shirt over her head and down her chest. The hem barely reached her navel. Lastly, a pair of cotton Dr. Dentons were put on. Linda put Marie’s legs in the leggings, pulled the garment up and inserted her arms into the sleeves. Zipping up the front, Marie was encase in the baby sleeping outfit.
Linda took Marie out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Sitting in the rocker, Linda sat Marie on her lap and started gently rocking her “baby daughter”. Margaret handed her daughter a baby bottle of formula, which Linda gently insert between Marie’s lips. Marie started sucking hungrily on the warm liquid. Marie started yawning after Linda had fed her the bottle and burped e. laying in her “Mommy’s” arms, Marie grew tired from the rocking. Noticing this, Linda and Margaret took Marie to the nursery room and laid her in her crib. Linda gave Marie her teddy bear, pulled the covers up covering her “baby”, and gave Marie a kiss on the forehead. Margaret turned on the baby monitor and they left the room.
Marie laid in her crib, sucking on her pacifier thinking about her new Mommy. Marie knew that she was not a baby, but she really enjoyed being babied. And she wanted it to continue. Her new adopted Mommy was barely out of being a baby herself, but legally, Linda was her guardian now and that was that. Marie fell asleep thinking what a nice Mommy she had.
Marie woke up during the night, just as Linda was entering the room. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes with her mitten fists, Marie saw that her mommy carried a nipple baby bottle. Linda lowered the rail and place the nipple in between her lips. Marie was hungry as usual and started sucking on the nipple. The warm baby formula tasted yummy to her.
As Marie was feeding, Linda felt her baby’s diapers. “They’re not to wet, so mommy’s gonna change baby later.”
Marie did not mind. She was sleepy and she knew that mommy would make everything OK. After finishing her bottle, Marie drifted off to sleep, the sleep only a baby can sleep.
Linda and Margaret walked in to find Marie kneeling in her crib, holding onto the crib’s rail, sucking on her pacifier. She smiled when she saw her mommy and her Nanna.
“Good morning sweetheart.” Cooed Linda as she walked over to the crib.
Linda laid her “baby daughter” down on the crib’s mattress and pulled down the zipper to the Dr. Denton’s. Sitting her up, Linda pulled her arms out of the pj’s, then laid her down, pulling off the Dr. Denton’s. Taking hold of her plastic pants, Linda pulled the damp plastic pants off and followed by removing of Marie’s wet diaper. Using baby wipes, she cleaned Marie’s pubic area and turning her onto her tummy, wiped her bottom. After that, Linda rubbed diaperine all over moiré’s diaper area, followed by baby powder. Lifting up her bottom, Linda slid three thick diapers, laying her bottom on the soft cotton material. Spreading her legs part, Linda pulled the ends of the diaper up and pinned them at her sides.
Marie laid there, giggling as her “mommy” diapered her. Even though Linda was young enough to be Marie’s daughter, she really was enjoying being babied by her new mommy.
Margaret opened the closet and pulled out three baby dresses. Holding them up, she sad, “Linda, which of these dresses do you think the baby would like to wear?”
Linda looked at the baby dresses. One was white and pink checked, with a white peter pan collar and puffed sleeves and it flared at the breasts. The second one was a dark blue sailor dress with a white collar and a red tie. And lastly, the baby dress was a shapeless yellow dress with angel wing sleeves.
Linda examined each of the baby dresses that her mother held. She decided on the last one, the yellow baby dress with the angel wing sleeves. Removing a pair of plastic pants from the dresser, Linda pulled them up Marie’s legs covering the bulky diapers. She patted Marie’s bottom, smiling at the ruffed lace covering her bottom. Margaret handed her daughter a white strapped tee shirt that had a little yellow bow on it. Next came the baby dress that she pulled over her ““baby daughter’s” head. She pulled on the hem, straightening it. Yellow anklets and white patent Mary Jane shoes followed. Putting Marie’s hair into short pigtails, Linda clipped a pair of yellow plastic baby bows on the ends. Linda stood back and admired her handy work. Marie looked exactly like a 12 month old baby – adult size.
Linda had Marie crawl into the other room where she sat her “baby daughter” into an umbrella stroller. As Linda was strapping Marie in so she could not get out, her mother was removing a baby bottle of formula from the microwave. Extending her wrist, Margaret dropped a few drops of formula on her wrist, testing the warmth. Finding the temperature acceptable, Margaret handed the bottle to Linda, who inserted the nipple into Marie’s mouth.
Marie was sucking on the bottle enjoying the warm formula, as Linda pushed the stroller out of the room and down the hall. She and Margaret baby talked to Marie all the way to the dining area. Linda took the bottle from Marie and put it away into he diaper bag that she carried. Leaving the stroller at the entrance the women walked, while Marie crawled, to their assigned table.
Linda sat Marie in the baby high chair. Sitting down at the table with them was Jennifer Gluckman and her husband-Daddy, Steven, Suzanne Humpheries and her Mommy and Daddy, and Barbara Leto and her daughter-Mommy, Dawn. The mommies took the large plastic baby bibs and tied them on the babies. Orders were given to the waitresses by the adults. Shortly, they came with trays filled with food. The adults had a verity of different types of breakfasts, from just coffee to eggs benedict. The baby-women all had they same, a bowel of warm baby rice cereal, a 12 oz bottle of warm Simulac Baby Formula, and a 6 oz baby bottle of orange juice. The mommies spoon fed their babies the rice cereal and the bottle-fed them as they fed themselves. Linda was able to finish feeding herself and her baby at the same time.
When breakfast was over and the baby-women were burped, the parents checked the baby-women’s diapers. Every one of them needed to be changed. Because the line to the changing tables were long, Linda decide to take Marie back to their room to change her. Linda watch Marie crawl to the exit and noticed how the plastic pants sagged. She was glad that they were taking Marie back to their room. She did not want her “baby daughter” to get a diaper rash because of the wet diaper.
Once in their room, Linda laid Marie on the double bed. Lifting up her dress, Linda carefully pulled down the damp plastic pants. Marie’s diaper was so soaked, they were sagging. Baby talking to Marie, Linda unpinned the diaper and removed it. Cool air circulated around Marie waist giving her s slight chill.
Taking baby wipes, Linda sponge cleaned Marie’s diaper area. Afterwards, she put diaperine ointment, baby powder, and finally a pamper. Since they were going into town, Linda decide to put a pamper on Marie rather than diapers. Shortly, Marie was ready to go.
Helping Marie into the stroller, Margaret strapped her in, while Linda got the diaper bag ready. Soon, the three of them were heading out of the gate towards the small town. It was a beautiful morning as Linda and Margaret strolled the streets, window shopping. Marie sat in the stroller, sucking on her pacifier while holding onto her stuffed animal, Cookie Monster. A few months ago, Marie enjoyed window shopping, but now she just cared for her stuffed animal toys.
The people in the town were use to seeing the baby-women. A few older women would stop and talk to them and would treat the baby-women as one would a real baby. Marie giggled and drooled as an older woman tickled her under her chin. Taking Marie’s wrist, Linda had waved by-bye to the lady as she walked away.
By noon time. They were hungry and decide to stop at a diner for lunch. Like the rest of the town the waitresses were use to seeing the baby-women. The diner even had purchased several adult-size high chairs just for them.
Linda left the stroller at the entrance. Taking her baby’s wrist, she took Marie to a vacant booth. The waitress, Kathy, had brought them high chair which Margaret sat her baby grand-daughter” in. Kathy took their orders and a bottle of formula to warm. As they sat there talking, Marie’s bottom lip started to tremble. Margaret leaned over and stuck her finger into Marie’s pamper.
“The baby’s wet. You stay and I’ll take her to the ladies room.” She said to her daughter.
Helping Marie from the high chair. Margaret took her wrist and led her to the ladies room. Margaret was surprised to find an adult-size changing table attached to the wall. Lifting Marie onto the table, Margaret laid her down and began stripping her of the wet pampers.
“Nana gonna change baby’s wet didees so hers no gets a didee rash.” cooed Marie’s grandmother.
Margaret used baby wipes to clean up her “baby grand-daughter”, followed by diaperine and baby powder. In a few minutes, Marie found herself in dry pampers, sitting in a high chair. Margaret had good timing, for the waitress had just brought Marie’s warmed bottle out. Linda allowed Marie to hold the bottle as long as she had both hands holding it. Their lunch came and Linda allowed Marie to have chicken slices, which she broke up and cooled before setting them on the feeding tray. Linda was letting Marie have them, the first adult food she has had in over three weeks.
When they finished eating, and Margaret wiped Marie’s face and hands, the trio left the diner and continued their tour of the town. They strolled around the town for awhile until Linda noticed that her “baby Daughter was drifting off to sleep. They made up their mind to return to their rooms so Marie could take a nap. After all, it was close to 2, Marie’s nap time anyway.
They arrived at their room a little after 2 and Linda took Marie directly to the nursery room. Lowering the rail, she helped her “baby” into the crib. Quickly, she removed Marie’s shoes, socks and dress, leaving her in her tee shirt and pampers.
Sticking her finger into Marie’s pamper, Linda said, “Babykins, you not to wet so mommy will change you after your nappy, ok sweetie.”
Margaret entered with a warmed baby bottle, giving it to Marie. She kissed Marie forehead and so did Linda. Then she pulled up her sheet and secure the side rail. The last thing Marie’s mommy did before leaving was to turn the nursery box on. Marie laid there sucking on her formula listening to the nursery songs being emitted from the box. Marie drifted off to sleep soon afterwards.
An hour and half later, Linda came in to wake Marie. Checking Marie’s pamper, she found it quite wet. Removing it and throwing it away, she cleaned and dried her baby up and with in a few minutes, Marie was wearing dry pampers again. Removing from the dresser, Linda put on her “baby daughter” a light pink tee-shirt and a dark pink romper suit. To complete the outfit, dark pink anklets and baby booties followed. Marie’s hair was still in pigtails.
Having Marie crawl, Linda took her out of the nursery room and the room, into the hallway. Once in the, she sat Marie in the stroller and strapped her in.
“Nana no going with us Baby Rie. Mommy letting nana sleep.” Cooed Linda. “We tired nana out.” She said smiling.
Pushing the stroller down the hall and outside, Linda took Marie to the playground. All the baby playground equipment was designed for adults, the swings, sliding board, teeter-totter, etc. The entire area had a thick indoor/outdoor mat surrounding the playgrounds so the baby-women who not hurt themselves.
Linda allowed Marie to get out of the stroller and crawl over to the “baby” swings. The “baby” swings were a box-type swing, suitable for babies or little children. She sat Marie in one, slid the bar down, securing her in. for ten minutes, Linda gently pushed her “baby daughter”. At first, Marie started to cry, but Linda softly spoke to her, calming her. Soon afterwards, Marie was giggling and enjoying herself.
Afterwards, Linda too Marie over to the merry-go-round. Making sure that Marie was safely secured on it, Linda started pushing it. It spun around causing Marie to get dizzy and she started crying. No matter what Linda said, she could not calm her down. She had to stop it, sit down on it, and held Marie in her arms. Patting her diapered bottom and speaking softly, Linda finally managed to get Marie to stop crying. Once the crying stopped, she took the baby over to the sliding board. The height of the sliding board was no higher than 4 feet, but wide enough for an adult. Marie loved it as Linda helped her up the steps, and then was at the bottom to catch her.
As they were playing on the sliding board, Jeanine LaBrie and her “mommy” came to the playground. Jeanine wore a tee-shirt with her pampers and anklets. Her “mommy” brought her over to Linda and Marie. Taking their babies over to the Teeter-Totter, the “mommies” sat them on it. Holding onto the “babies”, the “mommies” pushed the boards up and down for them. Marie and Jeanine were frightened at first, but soon were giggling with the movement.
Before long, it was time for dinner. Linda, taking Marie in the stroller returned to their room to pick up her mother. When they arrived, they found Margaret preparing herself for dinner.
“Ah,” she cooed, “there’s my girls. Did Baby Rie have fun with Mommy?”
Smiling, Linda said, “Yes we did. We went to playground and played on the swings, and the sliding board, and the Teeter-Totter.” Making a frown, Linda continued, “And we did not like that nasty Merry-Go- Round, now did we.”
Leaving the room, Linda and Margaret, who was pushing the stroller, went to the dining room. Like all the other meals, they went to their assigned tables making sure that Marie was secured in her high chair, they sat down, each other each side of the high chair. Tonight, there was a new baby-women. Her name was Brenda Lee. She use to in her middle thirties, but now was considered as an 18 moth old toddler. Brenda sat in a chair that had a “booster seat” to it. The dinner was served and the parents once again fed the “babies” and themselves. Brenda’s “mommy” had tied a bib on her, cut up her meat into tiny pieces and allowed her to feed herself. And where the babies had nipped baby bottles, Brenda was allowed to have a cup with a lid on it. Her “mommy” instructed her drink it using both hands though. But, like the babies, Brenda was heavily diapered.
During dinner, parents chatted, talking about what they were doing with their babies and they talked to their “babies” too.
Marie sat in the high chair, being fed by Linda. She was being fed strained beef, creamed corn, and strained prunes, along with her warm bottle of Simulac formula. She would open her mouth as Linda shoved a spoonful of baby food in. even though Marie was kind of us to eating baby foods, she could see the food that was on her “mommy’s” and the other’s plates. There was roast beef, baked potato, asparagus with hollinday sauce, and coffee. Marie and she as sure that the other baby-women, were craving the grown up food, but she knew that she would not be eating it. Not only because she was considered a baby, but because since she had been fed bland baby food for such a long while, Marie was sure that it would upset er tummy er…stomach. The chicken that her “mommy” gave her at lunch bothered her a little, but since it was the first grown-up food she had for a while, it did not matter. And she wanted more.
When dinner was over, Robert Charleson stood up and talked to the group. “Ladies and gentlemen. The staff and I would like to thank you for your participation this weekend.” He spoke for awhile. Closing, he said, “When you return next Saturday, the adoption papers shall be ready. Some of you are new parents, or the spouses of them. And some of you wanted you adult daughters to be back to being babies again. For what ever the reasons, you’ll be the legal guardians of these baby-women.”
After the speech, the room cleared out, the parents taking their babies to the playroom. Linda sat Marie in a vacant playpen. Chrissy Powell’s Mommy came in and put Chrissy in the same playpen.
“Play nice-nice, my babies.” She cooed.
Marie and Chrissy began playing together. They giggled as they played patty-cakes, and rolled a baby ball around. As the babies played, Linda,, Margaret and Chrissy’s parents sat together talking on how they were going to take care of their “babies”. Soon, Karen came in announced that it was time for the babies to get ready for “beddy-byes”. The parents got their “babies” and went to their rooms.
Linda removed Marie’s baby outfit and her damp diapers until she was completely naked. Having Marie crawl into the bathroom, Linda sat her “baby daughter” in the bath tub. Very gently, Linda bathed Marie, washing her with Ivory baby soap, as Marie played with her rubber duck.
Linda thought to herself, “Even though Rie is an adult, she is a very happy baby.”
Soon, bath time was over and Linda took Marie out of the tub. Laying her on the thick carpet, she grabbed a towel and dried her “baby” off. Slowly, because she did not want it to end, Linda rubbed diaperine ointment and baby powder all over Marie’s pubic area and then her bottom. Next Linda laid three thick diapers under her bottom, pulled them up between her legs and pinned them together. Plastic pants covered the bulky diapers and a yellow baby style tee shirt came on. Footed baby Dr. Denton’s were put on her.
Even though Marie was an adult, Linda felt that she was really a baby, her baby daughter. And she was enjoying being a “Mommy” to Baby Rie. It was going to be a very long week without her “baby daughter”.
Linda and Margaret led Marie out of the room and back to her nursery room. The other three cribs had their babies in them. Their “Mommies and Daddies’ were fussing over them before they had to leave for the week. Linda and Margaret were no exception. They started fussing over Marie as they put her into her crib.
Karen walked in announcing that it was time for the mommies and daddies to go bye-byes.
“Be a good baby for the nursies, Baby Rie.” Cooed Linda as tears started to form in her eyes. She did not want to leave her baby.
Linda leaned over the crib’s rail and gave her “baby daughter” a kiss on her forehead. Margaret did the same, saying “bye-bye” to her “baby grand-daughter”. Linda gave Marie a pacifier, pulled the covers over her and pulled up the rail.
As Linda and Margaret walked out of the nursery room, Karen caught up with them.
“Don’t be sad.” She said, “All new parents feel this way when they haft to leave their babies.> Now run along home and get everything ready for Baby Rie when she comes home Saturday.”
Linda and Margaret walked towards their car. As she was walking with her mother, Linda eyes were misty , for she did not want to leave Rie all alone. But Karen was right, Saturday would be here soon enough and Linda would be able to take Baby Rie home.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Marie Nardotti, Juliana Bowkerski, Ronnie Brooks, Sharon Fiestra, Jennifer Gluckman, Suzanne Humphries, Robin Miller, Chrissy Powell, Kate Richter, Amy Shellhorn
Marie Nardotti had to be shaken awake. Nurse Karen shook the rails of her crib and softly called her name.
“Good morning Baby Rie. Time to wake up sleepy-head.”
Marie blinked a few times and using her mitten fists, rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Looking up, Marie saw Nursie Karen looking at her. How strange it was, a few months ago, Karen worked for her and now Karen was her “nursie” and Marie was dependent upon her for her feedings and changing, almost everything. Gazing through the crib’s rails, Marie saw that the other baby-women were having their jammies changed. Suzanne and Chrissy were already dressed in their tee shirts and diapers, while Jennifer was having her diaper still put on. Shortly, all four baby-women were dressed only in tee shirts, diapers and anklets.
The nurses had them crawl to the dining room where they were seated in their high chairs. Using tiny baby spoons, the nurses feed the baby-women their warm pabulum and the bottle of Simulac. When breakfast was done and the baby-women’s diapers were checked, the nurses had them crawl back to their nursery rooms. Marie crawled behind Chrissy, while Jennifer crawl along her side. Marie found it so easy now to crawl and she was not sure if she could walk anymore.
Once in her crib, Karen was bending over her, speak softly to Marie. “Today, Baby Rie, nursie gonna put baby to sleep soon and when hers wake up, her no longer gonna haveta worry about her big girl hair no more.”
Marie had a puzzled look, “What did Karen mean by that?” she thought.
Noticing Marie’s puzzled look, Karen added, “Nursie gonna give baby Electro dialysis all over her body.”
“Electro dialysis!” Marie thought, “That will remove all my body hair forever.” Tears starting to slow down her cheeks, Marie cried out babyishly, “NOOOOO!! Me no want dat!”
Karen tried to calm Marie down. Her crying grew louder as another nurse pushed a gurney into the room. Two of the four baby-women were laid on them, Jennifer and Marie. Chrissy and Suzanne were strapped down in their cribs until their turns came. They too were bawling.
Marie was fussing as they wheeled her down the corridor and into the operating room.
“No, no, no, me be good. No do dis!!” she cried.
The nurses laid and strapped her down on the operating table. The overhead light blinded Marie and she had to close her tear-streaked eyes. An IV needle was inserted into her arm and Marie could hear voices surrounding her as the room turned gray and then black.
Marie opened her eyes to find that she was back in her crib. A sheet covered her and as usual, the side rails were up.
“Oh, good.” She thought, “Karen and the others must have listen to me.”
It as then that she noticed that her body tingled. Throwing back the sheet, Marie saw that she wore only a pamper, but her entire body was red. Karen had the treatment done to her.
A gurney came in carrying an unconscienous Chrissy. The nurses wheeled it over to her crib, and lowered the side. Removing the sheet from Chrissy, the nurses lifted and placed the girl into her crib. Her body was red also. The electro dialysis was done to Chrissy t oo. Marie saw Jennifer peering through her rails at Chrissy too. Jennifer had electro dialysis along with the rest of them for her body was red too. A gurney came in carrying Suzanne, who the nurses lifted and laid in her crib too. All four baby-women had electro dialysis and now their bodies were has hairless has the day they were born. Never again would they have body hair.
Karen leaned over Marie and inserted the nipple of a baby bottle into her mouth. By now, after more than three weeks of treatment, Marie held everything using both hands, just like a baby, just like she had been taught and started sucking on the nipple.
For the next four days, the treatment on the “adopted” babies would be increased. Then over a period of every two months, they would be returned to the “Hotel” for a weekend to make sure that their babying condition was re-enmaked.
Karen smeared a ointment over Marie’s skin, this was cooling and felt good to Marie. Carefully. Karen removed the pamper and looked at her pubic area.
“Mmmm.” Cooed Karen. “Baby looks a little red there. Nursie will put cream on that boo-boo.” With that, she smeared diaperine all over Marie’s vagina area to help remove any sting.
Karen loved taking care of babies, they were so cute. Even if they were close to fifty years old!
A day later, Karen was taking Marie for a walk in town. Her new Mommy would be here Friday morning to pick her up and Karen wanted to make sure that all of her packages were ready.
In town was a shop that hand made all of the outfits for the baby-women. As a matter of fact, a lot of the women in town like the “baby dresses”. They were full of ribbons and lace and short. Not only that, the so women thought they were very comfortable, so the seamstress sold dresses for the adult woman too. Going though town, you would see women wearing the baby dresses showing off their legs in those micro-mini skirts. Now how can you tell who was being babied? The adult women would have purses, mostly be in high heels and had a sexy look about them. And the men loved the sexy look. The baby-women would be pushed around in strollers and have a nurse with them.
It was in the dress shop that trouble started. A TV investigator reporter, Lynn Dole, heard a rumor about some women being regressed so she left her office to come to this town. And as always, did not tell anyone where she was going or what she was up too. Lynn was considered a real life Lois Lane, a great reporter, but she always seemed to get into trouble.
Once in town, Lynn started looking around. She quickly discovered the Baby Hotel, but she was unable to discover the nature of the facility or get an interview. It was on private property. She watch for a few hours, seeing grown women being pushed around in baby strollers, being dressed as babies too. The only way in was through the front gate and you had to have a pass. The only ones who got through without one was the baby-women, but they were with nurses.
Back in town, Lynn went from place to place asking questions. She the got the standard answers, the women there were head injured people who regressed back to being babies, period. Lynn felt that there was more to it.
Going to the dress shop, she bought a baby dress, anklets and Mary Jane shoes. In her SUV, she changed her clothes. Knowing that the only way to get into that place was to look the part, she decided to look like one of these baby-women. There was a story there and she intended to get it. Lynn was sure once she had the story, she could sneak out without being noticed. She quickly got into the baby dress, socks and shoes. Pulling on her shoulder length, light brown hair, Lynn put it into a ponytail.
Looking at herself, Lynn thought she looked like one of them. All of sudden, she said, “Damn, I forgot those diapers.” Oh well, nobody will notice…I hope.”
With the baby dress came a pair of plastic panties that had ruffles on them. Lynn decided to wear them to cover her bikini panties.
Leaving her SUV, Lynn sneaked around until she came to a shady park. Sitting down by a large tree she waited until she saw one of the nurses stroll by. Lynn did not have to wait long. A nurse walk pass dressed in her crisp, white uniform and blue cape. Lynn knew what to do, she started crying. With her fists up in her eyes and her feet kicking, Lynn cried her “little” eyes out. The nurse quickly came to her rescue.
Kneeling next to her, the nurse started to rock the “baby”. The nurse cooed, “Ah, you poor baby. No worry, nursie here to take care of you.” Looking around the nurse said not expecting a response, “Where’s your nursie, baby?”
Removing a cell phone, the nurse dialed the hotel and told them to get an ambulance there. As she talked on the phone, the nurse removed an extra pacifier from her pocket and inserted it into Lynn’s mouth. Lynn felt foolish sucking on it, but she had to play the part. An ambulance arrived within five minutes. Lynn was lifted and strapped down on the adjustable gurney and taken away.
Before she knew it, Lynn was being wheeled down the hall to an examination room. In the room, the nurses quickly removed the baby clothes and the plastic panties, discovering that she was wearing big girl bikini underwear! No only that, they were confused, all baby-women had a baby i.d. bracelet around their right ankle. This baby did not. Not only did she not have a baby’s I.D. bracelet, but when the nurse removed the bikini panties, the nurses found that the baby had pubic hair and was not shaved! !
The way that the nurses were looking at her, Lynn knew that she was in trouble. She felt so vulnerable laying there naked in front of all these women. Lifting Lynn up, the nurses placed her in a vacant baby’s crib in the room. It was one that had a lid that locked. Lynn found that she was unable to get out. The nurses knew that Lynn was an imposter.
In through the doors walked Bob Charleson. Looking down at Lynn, he smiled.
Meanwhile, Marie laid in her crib listening to the soft female voice emulating through the headboard. The voice was re-enmaking Marie’s babying treatment. The voice softly spoke, saying, “YOU ARE A BABY. YOU LIKE BEING A BABY. YOU WANT TO BE BABIED.”
Friday morning came it was time for Karen to get Marie ready for her new Mommy’s arrival. Karen, after changing Marie’s wet and messy pamper, put her into three cloth diapers and plastic pants with ruffles on the seat. Karen loved seeing her babes dressed in pink, so she put Marie in a short pink baby dress with a wide collar and white puffed sleeves. The dress flared at her breast and ended at her crotch. White anklets and white high top sneakers covered Marie’s feet. Her hair was pulled up in the center and clipped with a pink, plastic baby bow. The final touch was a white baby bonnet.
Karen tied a large plastic drool bib on Marie, took her out of the crib and sat her on her lap. Taking a bottle of baby formula, Karen began bottle-feeding her charge for the last time. Karen was going to miss taking care of Marie, like she did with all of the baby-women she was in charge of. She sat there, feeding Marie, waiting for Linda to arrive.
Around 9, Linda walked into the nursery room. Upon seeing Marie, Linda exclaimed, “There’s Mommy’s baby. Mommy missed Baby Rie. Did baby miss Mommy?”
When Marie saw Linda, she raised her arms out to her. Linda knelt down in front of Karen and hugged her baby. Karen knew it was time. Getting a stroller, she led Linda and Marie outside to where the cars were. Linda pushed Marie in her stroller while Karen walk along to her car. Marie noticed that the other new parents leaving too with their “babies”. One of them was Jennifer Gluckman and her daddy/husband.
“Hi Karen, Linda.” Said Steve, Jennifer’s daddy/husband. “I guess we’re all leaving at the same time.” Smiling at Marie, Steve continued, “I guess Baby Rie and Baby Jenni will be playmates back home.”
Marie looked up at Linda, who was smiling too. “Baby Rie, Uncle Steve lives near us, so Nana will baby-sit you and Baby Jenni.”
They said their good-byes and Steve and Jennifer left to go to their car. Linda sat Marie in the back seat, strapped her in and gave her baby a pacifier. Marie looked out the side widow at the other cars. The Mommies and Daddies were putting their babies in the back seats too. Marie felt a tear, for she was not going to see her baby-friends for a while. Linda gave Karen a hug, and got into the driver’s seat, as Karen gave a kiss on Marie’s forehead and said bye-bye.
Linda drove for about 45 minutes before pulling into a driveway. During the drive, she noticed that Marie had fallen asleep. Once there, Linda cooed, “Baby Rie, wake up sleepyhead, we’re home. Now Mommy lives with Nana until Daddy gets home from the big boat.”
Marie saw her Nana come out of the side door and walk towards the car. Her “Mommy” was unstrapping her as her Nana arrived at the car.
“Let me see my baby!” exclaimed Margaret. Taking Marie under the arms, she helped her out to the waiting stroller. The woman gently put Marie in the stroller and strapped her in.
“Hello, Baby Rie.” cooed the woman, “Mommy and Nana has your nursery all set up. We hope that baby likes it.”
Margaret pushed the stroller through the door into the kitchen. Once inside, Margaret unstrapped Marie from the stroller and sat her on the floor. As Marie sat there looking around, to her everything looked so large and she felt so tiny. It was an eat-in type kitchen. Over near the corner sat a rectangular table with four wooden chairs. In the corner by the table was a large baby’s high chair for Marie.
Linda and Margaret took Marie through out the house. In the living room there was a play-pen set up and a adult size baby’s swing too. Taking Marie upstairs, Linda showed her the nursery room. Linda and her mother had the room wall-papered. It was a light pink paper that had little baby ducks on it. There was a large white baby’s crib, a changing table with a diaper pail next to it. Linda read what was printed on the pail, “BABY RIE’S DIAPERS”. There were shelves above the changing table filled with cloth diapers, baby powder, baby oil, and diaperine. There was a white rocker were Linda, Margaret or Marie’s babysitter would rock her. On the walls were nursery picture posters. In the crib was a stuffed Elmo and attached to the side rail was a baby’s activity set. Under the window was a toy chest that was opened, filled with all types of baby toys and stuffed animals.
Marie though that this was a perfect room for a baby.
“I’m going to check the baby’s diapers and let her crawl around in just diapers and a tee shirt.” Said Linda to her mother.
Smiling, Margaret said, “Alright, while you do that, I’ll get lunch ready.” She left leaving Linda with her new baby.
Linda lifted Marie up and laid her on the changing table. She removed the baby dress and tee shirt leaving Marie in just her diapers. Taking a strap, Linda secured it across Marie’s waist so she would not fall off the table. Pulling down the plastic pants, Linda felt Marie’s diapers. Marie was soaked! She busy herself getting the diaper for Marie to wear. Unpinning the diapers, Linda threw them into the diaper pail. Using baby wipes, Linda gently wiped Marie’s pubic area and her bottom cleaned.
Turning Marie onto her stomach, Linda decide to take her temperature – rectally. Marie let out a little yip and sobbed through out the procedure. She hated having her temperature taken this way. When she finished, Linda oiled Marie’s bottom and pubic area, then took diaperine and rubbed the white ointment al over Marie’s diaper area to prevent any diaper rash. Sprinkling baby powder on her, Linda rubbed in. Marie loved the sweet smell of the baby powder – it smelled so innocent.
Lifting Marie’s bottom off the table’s mat, Linda slid four thick diapers under her. Spreading her legs apart, Linda pulled the cloths up and pinned them together at the sides. She had a little trouble pinning them due to the thickness of the material. Marie found that she was unable to close her legs because of the thickness and had to keep her legs apart.
As Marie laid on the table, Linda started to play with her new “baby-daughter”. Bending over her stomach, Linda started blowing bubbles on Marie’s stomach, making her giggle.
Linda was cooing to Marie, saying, “Yes, Baby Rie such a happy baby for Mommy, yes she is.” “Is baby having fun with mommy?”
Marie just laid there giggling and laughing. She was enjoying herself being babied.
Linda pulled a light pink tee shirt over Marie’s head and pulled it down. The hem barely reached Marie’s naval. A pair of pink anklet were put on her. Lifting Marie off the table, Linda had her crawl to the kitchen where Margaret was waiting. When Margaret saw her, she picked her up and sat her in the wooden baby’s high chair.
Smiling, Margaret cooed, “Is nana’s baby ready for her lunch?” she tied a large plastic bib on Marie, then sat in a chair next to the high chair.
Linda took the chair on the other side of the high chair. Margaret sat a baby’s tri-bowl on the feeding tray, while Marie looked at the kitchen table. There was lunchmeat, bread, soda for Linda and Margaret, along with several different types of chips. Marie’s mouth watered, she would preferred to have that type of lunch rather than the baby food that she was about to be fed.
Margaret made the sandwiches for Linda and herself as Linda began spoon feeding Marie. Marie sat there eating the mush/strained chicken, strained carrots, and what she hated, strained prunes. In between the spoonfuls of the baby food, Linda let Marie nurse of a baby bottle full of Simulac.
After they were finished, Linda sat Marie on her lap and started patting her back. Marie was so use to this, that she would let out a loud burp usually.
As Marie sat on Linda’s lap, she noticed a calendar. She was shocked to see the day date – June 27th. Marie remember that the day that she was taken to the baby motel, it was May 21st. she has been treated like a baby for more than 4 weeks! It had only felt like a few days to her, a week at the most, not closer to 5 weeks. Tears started to run down her cheeks, her fate was to be babied and had to grow up again. She had no choice in the matter.
When everything was cleaned up, Linda and Margaret took Marie out into the back yard. The yard was fenced in with a six foot privacy fence. Looking around the yard, Marie saw that there was an above ground pool.
Linda saw Marie looking at the pool and she cooed, saying, “No Baby Rie. That pool is for big girls. Here’s your pool.” Linda went over to the side of the house that had a plastic baby pool laying next to it.
Kneeling in front of Marie, Linda cooed, “Mommy has a surprise for her baby girl.”
Marie crawled, following Linda to the corner of the yard. There was a large sand box there with several plastic sand molds, a pail and shovel too. Margaret lifted Marie into the sandbox and they started playing. They played in the sandbox until it was Marie’s nap time.
Margaret cleaned her “baby-granddaughter” up and took her to the nursery room. Lower the side rail, Linda lifted Marie and laid her in her crib. Giving Marie “Elmo”, she covered her “baby-daughter” up with the sheet and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Pulling up the side rail, Linda turned on the baby monitor and left the room. Marie started sucking her thumb as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. Marie had a very busy day so far.
Marie slept for almost two hours before Linda came in to wake her. She was kneeling, holding onto the side rail, holding Elmo and sucking her pacifier when Linda came in.
“Oh,” cooed Linda, “Mommy’s baby girl’s awake.”
Marie smiled and started to drool when she saw Linda. She held out her arms and cried< “Ma-Ma!”
Linda wanted to cry, this was the first time that Marie called her “Ma-Ma”. She quickly walked over to crib and hugged Marie. Brushing Marie’s hair back, Linda cooed, “Yes, baby, mommy’s here.”
Laying Marie down on the crib’s mattress, Linda felt her diapers. Pretending to be angry, Linda cooed, “Baby Rie, you’re soaked!” then she started to giggle. Linda was starting to get use to changing Marie. In minutes, Linda had Marie’s wet diapers changed and she was in nice dry ones.
Then taking Marie to the living room, Linda sat her “baby-daughter” in the baby swing. Marie enjoyed the back and forth motion that the swing gave. It was nice and easy, not to upset her baby.
As she swung in the baby swing, Linda tried to teach Marie to say some words. Marie continued to speak baby talk. It was not that Marie was unable to speak as an adult, after all she was an adult, a college grad from a nursing school, but she enjoyed speaking baby talk. That was so much easier and enjoyable too. Of course, Marie had not spoken any adult words since her treatment began. If she had, she was punished.
Marie stayed in the baby swing, watching “Barney” until it was time for dinner. Marie continued cooing baby garble while was in the swing. She was enjoying so much being babied, even if the people that were babying her were younger.
Marie sat in her high chair as Linda spoon-fed her the warm baby mush. She had managed to get some of the baby food around her mouth, which Linda motherly wiped away.
After dinner, Linda took her baby up to her nursery room and laid her on the changing table. Marie was strapped down while Linda and Margaret got some items to prepare Marie for bed. Margaret got a pair of white cotton Dr. Denton’s with little yellow baby ducks on it for Marie to wear, while Linda stripped her of all her clothes. Marie laid on the table naked. Linda used baby wipes to clean Marie’s diaper area. Taking four thick, fluffy cloth diapers, Linda pinned them on Marie while Margaret watched. She handed her daughter a plastic pair of pants, which Linda put on Marie, covering the bulky diapers. Next came a white tee shirt. Finally Linda put Marie’s legs into the leggings of the Dr. Denton’s and her arms through the sleeves. Pulling up the zipper, Linda secured Marie in the jammies.
Lifting Marie off the changing table, Margaret and Linda took their “baby” to the living room where may was put into a play-pen. Marie sat in the play-pen, sucking her thumb, while Linda knelt next to her. Margaret had gone into the kitchen to fix her “baby-granddaughter’s” bottle and pabulum.
“Nana will ed her baby.” exclaimed Margaret. Kneeling next to the play-pen, she began spoon-feeding Marie the warm pabulum. When Marie had finished eating the pabulum, Linda lifted her out of the play-pen and took her over to the sofa. Sitting her “baby-daughter” on her lap, Linda started bottle-feeding Marie. Marie laid in Linda’s arms, sucking on the nipple, enjoying the warm baby formula flowing down her throat.
Marie started to whimper by the time the bottle was three-quarters empty. Between the pabulum and the bottle, she was quite full and did not want anymore of the formula. She started to shake her head back and forth trying to get away from the nipple. When Linda noticed this, she removed the bottle, setting it on the end table. Taking a diaper cloth, Linda placed it over her shoulder. Holding Marie up, Linda held her head over her shoulder and started patting Marie’s back. Marie responded like the baby she had become, she let out a loud burp. She also spit-up some of the formula onto the diaper cloth.
Satisfied with the burping, Linda put Marie back into the play-pen and let her watch Romper Room.
When it got close to 8, Linda knelt next to the play-pen. Stroking Marie’s hair, Linda cooed, “OK sweetie, time for all little babies to go beddy-byes.”
Tears developed in Marie’s eyes. She did not want to go to bed. Marie was enjoying staying up watching Romper Room. She started to bang her feet and crying.
Standing up, Linda said, “Is Baby Rie having a temper tantrum? Hers better stop it, or Mommy spank baby.”
Linda lifted the tearful Marie out of the play-pen, and had her crawl to the nursery. Once in the nursery, Linda put Marie in the crib. Unzipping the front of the Dr. Denton’s, Linda stuck her finger into Marie’s diaper, it was slightly wet so she decided to wait to change her.
When Marie started to play with the activity set attached to the rail, Linda cooed, “We’ll have none of that young lady. It’s time for sleep.” Reaching across Marie, Linda disconnected the set and took it away.
Linda came back with Marie’s stuffed “Elmo” and gave it to her. Marie started to hugged it immediately. Then Marie’s mommy inserted a baby’s pacifier into Marie’s mouth. Taking the covers. Linda pulled them up covering her “baby-daughter”. After giving Marie a kiss on the forehead, Linda pulled the side rail up, turned the baby monitor on and the light off. The only light emitted from a Minnie Mouse nightlight.
After getting a cup of coffee, Linda sat down to read the newspaper. As she sat there, Linda could hear Marie sobbing in her crib. Her heart went out to her “baby-daughter”.
When Linda stood to go to the nursery, Margaret said, “Linda, let her cry. If you continue to go eveverytime she cries a little, Marie will expect it for every little thing. You really should not go.”
“I can’t help it Mom,” said Linda. “it’s new surroundings for her and she’s scared.”
Margaret just shook her head as she followed her daughter to the nursery. Margaret stood in the doorway as Linda lowered the side rail.
“No cry, Baby Rie.” She cooed, “Mommy’s here.”
Taking Marie out of the crib, Linda sat in the rocker with Marie on her lap. Marie laid there, sucking her thumb, sniffing, as Linda started rocking. Humming a lullaby, Linda noticed that Marie’s eyelids were beginning to flutter. Marie was getting tired. Gently, Linda took Marie back to the crib and covered her. Kneeling by the crib, Linda continued to hum the lullaby. She remain there until she was certain that Marie had drifted of to sleep.
At two in the morning, Linda, being like a brand new mother, quietly walked into the nursery with a warm bottle of Simulac. She wore a long, light blue night gown and was waiting very impatiently since midnight for this moment. Lowering the rail, she gently inserted the nipple in Marie’s mouth. Without opening her eyes, Marie started sucking the warm liquid. Linda noticed that formula was running out of Marie’s mouth at the corners as she sucked on the nipple.
Linda let Marie hold the bottle as she checked Marie’s diapers. They were soaked. Marie must have peed a river, Linda thought. Tenderly, Linda took Marie’s legs out of the jammies. Slowly, she removed the damp plastic pants and then unpinned the sopping wet diapers. Taking baby wipes, Linda cleaned Marie’s diaper area up. Marie had diaperine put on, then she was sprinkled with baby powder before fresh diapers and plastic pants were put on. Shortly, Marie was encased in her Dr. Denton’s sucking on her pacifier and drifting of to sleep.
“That’s right babykins.” Cooed Linda. “Baby Rie goin’ to have a busy day tomorrow.” With that, she close the door, leaving it slightly ajarred.
Marie Nardotti woke early. She had been adopted and now she was at her new home with a new “Mommy” and a new “Grandmommy”. It still felt strange that both her “Mommy” and “Grandmommy” were younger than she was, but it was not really important. Marie knew that her “Mommy” would take good care of her and that she was safe.
The baby mobile spun above her head and she reached up to play with it. After a few minutes, Marie got bored with it and turned onto her side to play with the Fisher-Price Baby Activity Set that was attached to the crib’s rail. As Marie played with the activity set, she held her teddy bear and was sucking on her pacifier. She could not believe how she could of gotten along with out sucking on her pacifier all these years. Thinking back, her past life as an adult seemed like a dream, slowly fading away. Marie remembered her first childhood, going to school, high school, graduating from nursing school. Her days working, marriage and her divorced. They all seem so far behind her, and now she felt as if she was starting life all over again.
As Marie was playing with the activity set, the door opened and in walked Linda and Margaret. Both were dressed in nightgowns. When Marie saw them, she knelt up and held onto the side rail of the crib.
Linda cooed, “Good morning babykins. How’s “Mommy’s” widdle baby doing?” As she placed the baby bottle of warm formula into Marie’s mouth.
Marie grabbed the bottle and started sucking on the nipple. A trickle of formula came out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. The warm baby formula flowed down Marie’s throat and into her stomach. It tasted good and was quenching her thirst.
As Marie sucked on her bottle, Linda laid her down on the mattress. Pulling the zipper down, Linda reached her hand felt her baby’s diapers. They were wet, but could wait until after she fed her baby breakfast. When Marie finished her bottle, Linda sat her up and started to pat her back. This produced a loud burp and a milk bubble from Marie.
Lifting Marie from the crib, Linda sat her on the floor. Linda went to the kitchen to prepare the breakfast for Marie while Margaret played with her granddaughter. After a while, Margaret brought Marie to the kitchen and sat her in the baby’s high-chair. Taking a large plastic baby bib, Margaret tied it on Marie. On the front of the bib was a cartoon of “Hello Kitty”.
Linda sat a baby bowl or warm rice cereal on the tray. Marie started eating the cereal like she was “programmed” to, with her fingers. She was getting the cereal all over the place, on the floor, the tray, her hands and arms and all over her face. Linda stopped her “baby daughter”. Taking a warm washcloth, she proceeded to clean Marie up. When that chore was accomplished, Linda picked up the tiny baby spoon and began spoon-feeding the cereal to Marie. Of course Marie got the cereal on her face, but it was not as messy as when she fed herself. It took close to 30 minutes feed Marie and herself breakfast.
Following breakfast, Linda and Margaret cleaned up while Marie sat in her high-chair, sucking her thumb watching. While Marie watch the grown-ups cleaning up, she remembered all the time that cleaning up was her chore. She was enjoying being babied and having fun things to do.
Completing that chore, Linda removed the tray and had Marie crawl to the bathroom. Closing the door, Linda started running the water into the tub. Linda poured Mr. Bubble into the water. It immediately started the foaming. Once Linda was satisfied with the temperature and the water level, she turned off the spigots. Laying Marie on the carpet, Linda removed the Dr. Dentons, her tee shirt, the damp plastic pants and finally the diapers.
Helping her baby daughter, Linda sat her in the warm bath water. Like most 12 month olds, Marie started splashing and giggling. Linda laugh too, she was enjoying bathing Marie. As Linda bathed Marie, she gave her baby a rubber duckie to play with. It took Linda over three quarters of an hour to bath Marie.
When she finished, Linda took a large fluffy towel and dried Marie. Linda needed a towel to dry herself too. Taking Marie into her nursery room, she laid her on the soft carpet, Linda powdered Marie’s pubic area and her bottom. Taking a pamper, she taped it on her “baby daughter”. A white sleeveless, tee shirt with a little pink bow on it came next, followed by a pair of white anklets.
“Mommy’s not gonna put Baby Rie’s party dress on yet. “Mommy’s” gonna wait until it’s almost time for the party.” Cooed Linda.
Taking Marie into the bathroom with her, Linda turned the shower on. She adjusted the water temperature to the correct setting.
Looking down at her “baby daughter”, Linda cooed, “Mommy’s gonna take her shower, sweetie. Mommy can’t leave baby by herself, so Mommy brought baby in here with her. Now be a good baby.” She handed Marie a rattle to play with.
Linda removed her robe and nightgown and stepped into the shower. Marie crawled over to the disguarded nightclothes, picking them up. It seemed so long ago that she wore anything grown-up. The silkiness of the material felt good to Marie, making her wish that she could wear them again instead of the cotton jammies.
Marie looked up as the water was shut off. Pushing back the shower curtain, Linda emerged dripping wet. Vigorously, Linda dried herself, and then wrapped the towel around her. Opening the door, she and Marie went into the bedroom. Marie sat on the floor sucking her thumb, as Linda sat at her vanity table, blow drying her long brown hair. When Linda finished, she called Marie over. Taking a soft brush, she brushed Marie’s hair, pulling the center up and clipping a pink, plastic, baby bow. Marie crawled around the room following Linda, as she got dressed. Linda dressed in a knee length one-piece dark red dress, stockings, and high heels.
Marie thought how grown-up this woman looked, especially next to h3er in her diapers.
Linda took Marie to the living room where Margaret was already waiting. She too was dressed in a knee length blue skirt, with a white blouse, stockings, and high heels. Linda knelt next to Marie with her party dress. Pulling it over Marie’s head, Linda button the three pearl buttons in the back of the dress. Marie looked at the dress she wore. It was pink with a white peter pan collar and puffed sleeves. The hem barely passed her crotch. A white pin-a-fore covered the front of the baby dress. Taking a pair of black patent Mary-Janes, Linda covered Marie’s feet.
“Doesn’t the baby look so cute, Mom.” Cooed Linda squeezing Marie’s cheek.
Margaret knelt next to Marie smiling. Taking a plastic baby bib, she tied on her. Then she handed Marie a warm baby bottle of Simulac. Using both hands, Marie stuck the nipple and started sucking the warm formula.
Watching Marie, Linda said, “Looks like we already for the party.” Glancing at her watch, she continued,” Our guests should be arriving very shortly.”
Just then, the doorbell rang. Margaret answered it, and in entered several of Linda’s girlfriends. They ranged in age from 18 to 24. The girlfriends came over to Linda, hugging her and then they started cooing at Marie. Soon the room was soon filled with about 30 women, their ages ranging from 18 to 45. Margaret’s friends were there too. And they all knew about Marie.
Marie sat on her “Grandmommy’s” lap watching her “Mommy” open presents. They were all for Marie, from a diaper bag to sleepers, from pampers to baby dresses. It was a typical baby shower, except that all of the baby gifts were for an adult. A friend had an adult size baby swing made for Marie. Linda knew that Marie would spend many hours enjoying this present.
Marie crawled around the floor after the cake had been served. The women were eating their cake and drinking coffee or soda. Sitting on the floor, Marie discovered something, if she pulled on the tab, it would open. And it did! Like most babies, Marie got bored almost right away with this and decided to crawl to her “Mommy”. The loose pamper, one side still taped, slowly slid down her leg and quickly found itself on the floor. Marie crawled to Linda with her bottom exposed. The hem of her baby dress barely reached the small of her back, revealing her bottom. Like many babies, Marie did not care. Her main concern was her “ba-ba”, her “binkie”, her teddy bear, and most of all, her thumb. As she passed the guest, they would giggle and pat her bare bottom.
Marie crawled up to Linda who cooed, “Does Baby Rie want some cake?” Taking a spoon, she took a small piece of cake and put it into Marie’s mouth. This brought a big grin to Marie face.
“Baby Rie,” exclaimed Linda, “where’s your diaper?”
A few women remarked on how their child, or niece or nephew, discovered how to rid themselves of their diapers and crawl around naked. It seems Baby Rie discovered how to get rid of her diaper too, they commented. One of the women quietly left the room.
Susan, Linda’s best friend, returned carrying some baby supplies. “We don’t want the baby having an accident, now do we.” She cooed to Marie. Laying Marie down in front of everyone, Susan laid a diaper pad under Marie’s bottom. Marie laid there sucking her thumb as Susan powdered her and put diaperine on her. Next came four thick cloth diapers and plastic pants pulled up, covering the bulky diapers.
“Dere,” cooed Susan, “Baby Rie in nice dry didees again.”
As Marie laid on the floor, Susan sat at her feet. Picking up her ankles, Susan started singing, “The Wheels On The Bus Go Round and Round,” much to everyone’s delight. They all could not believe how infantile Marie acted.
Linda remarked to everyone that Marie was not acting, but really believed that she was a baby again.
As the party continued, 14-year-old Marsha came in. “Everyone,” announced Linda, “this is Baby Rie’s babysitter, Marsha.”
The women started saying hello to the girl. Marsha came over to Marie, kneeling down next to her and started playing with her. Margaret gave her a baby bowl of full of a variety of strained fruits. Marsha started spoon-feeding the mush to Marie, every once in a while, wiping her face. She was very caring towards Marie and was very good with her. Linda knew that she had picked a good babysitter for her “baby daughter”.
Marie was enjoying herself at the party. She was crawling around or would be sitting on someone’s lap. And everyone was treating her like a baby.
A little after 1, Marie crawled over to Linda and started pulling on the hem of her dress. Linda was talking and simplely patted the top of Marie’s head. This did not sit to well with Marie. She wanted Linda’s full attention. Marie started fussing and whimpering, trying to get Linda’s attention.
Finally, Linda looked at Marie and cooed, “Why all the fuss, babykins?” looking at her watch, she knew why. It was past Marie naptime. “Ah, Baby Rie is getting cranky. It’s time for baby’s nappy-poo. Say bye-bye to your new aunties. “Mommy” will put you down for you nap.” She said taking Marie’s wrist and waving it.
Susan came over to Linda and said, “Lin, do you want me to put the baby down?”
Linda said ok and allowed Susan to take Marie. Now Linda was a very careful mother and would not just let anyone take her baby, but Susan she would trust with her life. More important, she trusted Susan with the life of her baby.
Patting Marie’s bottom, Susan cooed, “Come on babykins. “Mommy’s” allowing Auntie Susie to put you in your crib.”
Susan took Marie to the nursery room. Lowering the side rail, Susan helped Marie into the crib. Gently, Susan removed Marie’s cute baby dress and her Mary-Janes. Laying Marie down, Susan gave her a bottle and covered her with a light sheet. After kissing Marie’s forehead, she pulled up the rail, making sure that it locked. As Linda had instructed, Susan put on the baby monitor and the musical nursery box. Susan left the room, closing the door to the room.
As Marie slept, Linda took several of her guests to the nursery room to see her “baby“. They all remarked how sweet she looked, sleeping, sucking her thumb and holding her stuffed animal.
After an hour and a half, Margaret went to wake her “granddaughter” up. Lowering the side rail, Margaret checked Marie’s diapers, only to find them wet. Before returning to the party, Margaret started to change Marie’s diaper. She put on Marie three thick diapers. Taking a pale yellow, one piece, “Onsie” outfit. Margaret pulled the outfit over Marie’s head. Lifting Marie’s bottom up, Margaret pulled the flap up between her legs and snap the flap closed in the front. They soon returned to the party.
The women were still enjoying themselves. When Linda saw Marie, she had her “baby” crawl to where the baby swing stood. Carefully, Linda sat Marie in the seat, securing the straps, making sure Marie could not fall. Cranking the automatic swing apparatus, Marie giggled as it started to swing back and forth.
By 5, the party started breaking up. Linda was at the front door with Margaret, saying their good-byes. Linda stood with Marie standing next to her. Marie and Linda were about the same size, but Linda held Marie like a baby on her hip. Her right leg was in between Marie’s legs and she was holding Marie under her bottom with her right arm, patting it. Marie had laid her head on her “mommy’s” shoulder, sucking her pacifier. Soon, the last guest had left. Susan stated that anytime Linda needed a babysitter for Baby Rie, she would be available.
Linda put Marie into the playpen as she and her mother cleaned up. Marie sat in the playpen, sucking her thumb, watching the grown-ups clean up. Soon, Linda and Margaret had the living room and kitchen all straighten up and it was time for Marie’s dinner. Linda and her mother were both full from the party and decided not to have dinner. Taking Marie out of the playpen, Linda sat her in her high-chair. After securing the feeding tray in place, Margaret tied a large plastic baby bib on Marie.
Linda had learned from her mother to puree all of Marie’s food. Margaret had done this for Linda and now Linda was doing it for Marie. Linda believed it was much healthier for her “baby daughter”.
Marie enjoyed the baby food that her “mommy” fed her. It tasted so much “gooder” than the baby food that was fed to her at the clinic.
Linda sat next to Marie’s high-chair as she fed Marie using a tiny baby spoon. Though Marie had the mental equivalent of a 12 month old and would be able to fed herself, Linda enjoyed feeding her. She was still getting use to being a “mommy”. Along with the mush baby food, Linda bottle-fed Marie in-between spoonfuls of baby food. Marie found herself banging her feet on the high-chair’s footrest. She was such a happy baby.
When her dinner was over, Linda sat her on the kitchen floor and took her crawl into the living room. Sitting on the floor, with the sofa as a backrest, Linda had Marie sit in between her legs. Wrapping her arms around her baby, Linda held a storybook and started reading to her. As Linda read the story, she would use funny voices, causing Marie to giggle. Around 7:30, Margaret came in and sat on the sofa. Lifting Marie and sitting her on her lap, Margaret laid her in the crock of her arm and started bottle-feeding her “baby grand-daughter”. By the time Margaret finished feeding Marie and burping her, it was time for bed.
In the past month or so, since her babying conditioning started, Marie was schedule to go to bed at 8 p.m. as a result, Marie was tired by that time.
Linda had Marie crawl to her nursery room where she laid Marie in her baby crib. Removing from the dresser, Linda produced a white baby gown to put on Marie. The baby gown was white with tiny baby blocks printed on the cotton material. Laying her “baby” down, she removed the Onsie outfit. Checking Marie’s diapers, Linda found them wet, so she quickly removed the damp plastic pants and the soaking wet diapers. She deposited them into the diaper pail. Marie enjoyed it when her “mommy” or another grown-up removed her diapers. It felt so refreshing having the sir circulate around her skin.
Taking baby powder, Linda sprinkled it all over Marie’s bare skin, on her arms, chest, legs, and of course her pubic area and her bottom. Marie laid there sucking her thumb, giggling, as Linda while rubbing the powder and began to tickle her.
Soon, Marie was ready for bed. She started yawning as Linda gave her a teddy bear, her binkie, and pulled the sheet up covering her. After kissing her forehead, Linda pulled up and secured the said rail. Marie was settled in for the night..
Marie thought that she was safe, being a baby, for now she had a mommy and a grand-mommy too. Even though it was hard giving up her adult personality, she knew that being Linda’s baby would be just fine. Marie no longer had a care in the world. She was now a baby and happy to be one again.
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