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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.
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 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.
“Ladies,” he announced to the nurses, “this is Ms. Lynn Dole, a reporter.” To Lynn, he said, “Forgive us Ms. Dole. We’ll have you out of there momentarily. I’ll even give you a tour of the facility. First, though, you’ll have to sign these few pages.”
Lynn, grateful that she was going to get out, signed her name where Bob showed her. With the three sheets of paper signed, Bob smiled.
“Looking for a story, Ms. Dole?” he said. “I had reports that you were poking your head around town trying to find out what’s going on here.” Picking up the baby dress she wore, he continued, “But I didn’t think you go to this extreme.”
Turning to the nurses, Bob said, “Prepare the baby.”
Lynn looked at him confused. “I thought that you were going to release me.” Cried out Lynn. She never knew how wrong she was.
Bob continued smiling as he said, “Those papers you signed were for the following. First one you signed was that you agreed to commit yourself here of your own free will. The second one was to allow us to relieve any types of stress that we deem fit with your regression treatment. And the third was that after the treatment, you know that you would be unable to care for yourself and have agreed to be have a guardian take care of you or be adopted. All of this of your own free will.”
“Let me out of here.” Lynn screamed as she grabbed the rails of the crib.
Still smiling, Bob said, “Since you wanted to know what’s going on here, you’ll get the full treatment. Unfortunately, when we finish, you won’t be able to write your story or even talk about it.” Smiling still, he continued, “Why, you ask. Because you’ll have the mental capacity of a 12 month old baby. The only thing you’ll care about is dry diapers, your thumb, and someone taking care of your needs. And of course, you won’t be able to speak as an adult or walk.”
Lynn started sobbing, she was not going to write this story, but she was going to be in it, if it was ever written.
The burses unlocked the lid and pulled Lynn out of the crib and laid her back on the examination table. One nurse held her hands, while the other nurse held her feet. The third nurse took scissors and clipped away all of Lynn’s pubic hair. Lynn struggled, but to no avail. Taking shaving cream, the nurse smeared it all over her stubble and shaved that away. Lynn was now as hairless as a newborn baby. holding Lynn’s face, one of the nurses scrubbed her face removing all of her make-up. Using nail clippers, another nurse clipped Lynn’s nails short. Then Lynn was measured and her weight taken.
Lastly her temperature was taken, rectally! Lynn was turned onto her stomach and held down. Then the nurse produced a very large thermonitor. It was the equivalent of the size of a thermonitor would be if Lynn was a real small baby. The nurse greased the tip and inserted the end into Lynn’s bottom. Lynn let out a yell at this invasion. Lynn found herself sobbing hysterically. She did not want to become a baby again.
After her temperature was taken, the nurse rubbed diaperine all over Lynn’s bottom and then her pubic area. Sprinkling baby powder on her pubic area and her bottom, the nurse rubbed that all over. Lynn could smell the sweet smell of the baby powder and it just scared her more at the thought of what was happening to her.
When Lynn began to complain about what was happening to her a special pacifier was put into her mouth. It had a rubber strap attached to the ends and the nurse wrapped it around Lynn’s head. Her hands were encased into very tick mittens, preventing her from opening anything, let alone picking anything small up. She was helpless.
Lifting her bottom off the mat, the nurse slid a thick cloth under her. Then her bottom was lowered onto it. Spreading Lynn’s legs apart, the nurse pulled the cloth up and pinned the ends together. Lynn was wearing a diaper! To make matters worse, the nurse pulled up a pair of plastic panties covering the thick diapers. It did not take long for Lynn’s body heat to create heat inside the plastic pants. She found herself very uncomfortable in them.
Then Lynn found herself on her stomach again. The nurse was pulling down her plastic pants and unpinning one side of the diaper. She had a syringe in her hand.
“This shot is a muscle reelaxer. It will relax your bladder muscles so that when you have the urge to pee, nothing will stop you. You’ll be like an un-potty trained baby.” with that, she inserted the needle into Lynn’s bottom cheek. Lynn let out a small muffled cry. Then she was re-diapered.
The last thing done was a baby’s I.D. bracelet was attached to her right ankle. Lynn looked down and read it, “BABY GIRL – DOLE”.
The nurses put Lynn on a gurney and took it to a special room. The walls were mirrored causing the room to look enormous. The nurses took Lynn off the gurney and sat her on the floor, then left.
Once the nurses had left, Lynn, using the mirrored walls for support, stood up on very shaky legs. The tile floor felt cool on her bare feet. Looking around, she saw her reflection a hundred times over in the mirrors. Lynn saw a bare footed grown woman, naked except for a pair of plastic pants that looked very inflated, sucking a baby’s pacifier. Lynn wanted to scream, but could not.
As Lynn walked around the room, she felt that someone was watching her. She was sure that the mirrors were of a two-way glass. Lynn felt so vulnerable.
Why did she do this? She thought to herself. Why didn’t she tell someone at the station what she was up too? Because she did not want to lose this story. Did she really think she could get out of this place with it’s high security in maked.
Walking around, Lynn noticed something, she felt a small amount of pressure on her bladder. If the shot that she was given earlier really worked, Lynn would be wearing wet diapers like any baby would be. Lynn squeezed her legs together. Her reflection revealed that she was not only keeping her legs together, but they were bending and she was “pigeon-toed” too!
The people watching her must knew that the shot was working causing her bladder to get weaker and weaker. It was time.
In the room, a loud female voice bellowed, ‘YOU WILL BE TAUGHT LESSONS. IF YOU DO NOT RESPOND BY THE THIRD TIME IT IS ORDERED, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED.”
Still squeezing her legs shut, for the pressure seemed to increase, Lynn thought what was meant by lessons and what type of punishment she would get.
“FIRST TIME - YOU ARE A BABY. BABIES DO NOT STAND, THEY CRAWL.” The voice bellowed.
Lynn stood there, not caring at what the voice stated. She was concentrating on not wetting herself. She found dancing around, hoping from one foot to the other.
Again the female voice bellowed out, “SECOND TIME - YOU ARE A BABY. BABIES DO NOT STAND, THEY CRAWL.”
Still Lynn did nothing. Her thoughts were on holding her pee. How could she ever face anyone if she peed herself like a two year old?
“THIRD TIME” the voice stated. “YOU ARE A BABY. BABIES DO NOT STAND, THEY CRAWL.”
It was then that Lynn though of the consequences, she was going to punish her if she did not obey. That’s when the pressure on her bladder increased and Lynn bent over squeezing her crotch with both her hands. She was feeling like a little child that need to go “potty”. Right now, she did care about the punishment, she just did not want to wet herself.
That’s when it happened. Up through the floor up her bare feet and straight up her legs was a mild shot of electricity. It was enough to weaken the nerves in her legs causing her to fall into a fetal position. Not only that, the electricity caused Lynn to lose the little control that she had of her bladder. Lynn soaked the diapers! She felt the warm liquid flood the diapers, invading her crotch and working it’s way to her bottom. Lynn felt horrible and started crying. She had wet diapers on like a baby, which was exactly what they wanted from her.
For the next two hours, Lynn sat next to one of the mirrored walls. Because of the thickness of the diapers, wet as they were, Lynn could not sit as a woman would. She found that she had to have her legs spread apart to be comfortable.
A few times, she had stood up leaning on the walls only to be shocked again. A trickle of pee erupted into her already soaked diapers. Laying on the floor, Lynn started sobbing.
As the time went by, Lynn noticed that her diapers were getting colder. Not only that, her crotch started to itch. Unknown to Lynn, her diapers were treated to produce a rash on the skin once they were wet. In a short period of time a Lynn’s newly shaved pubic area was bright red and sore.
A panel in the wall slid silently open and a nurse in a crisp white starched uniform walked in pushing a cart. Lynn sat there, frozen somewhat in fear.
“What is this woman going to me?” thought Lynn.
She did not have long to wait. The nurse removed the strapped pacifier that Lynn had sucking on. Turning towards the cart, the nurse picked up a nipple baby bottle. Holding the back of Lynn’s head, she stuck the nipple into her mouth. Due to the sucking that she had been doing for the past few hours, Lynn involuntary started to suck on the warm baby formula. It took a few seconds for that to strike Lynn and she tried to avoid drinking from the baby bottle. Lynn started shoving the bottle away, but the nurse was very strong. When that did not work, Lynn began moving her head back and forth, taking in vain to get the nipple away. It was useless and Lynn found herself sucking on the horrible nipple, drinking the warm baby formula. When she had finished about three quarters of the bottle, the nurse released her hold and Lynn crumpled to the floor.
That’s when Lynn noticed that the mirror panel was opened - a chance for her escape. She quickly got up and on shaky legs, half ran, half stumbled to the door. Lynn could see the nurse’s reflection in the mirror ahead of her. The nurse just stood there watch. She could easily re-capture Lynn, but didn’t. she just stood there watching.
About two feet from the panel’s exit, a bolt of electricity once again shot up through Lynn’s feet, making her fall. Lynn once again found herself in a fetal position. And again, she found herself involuntarily peeing her diapers. Lynn’s diapers were now so soaked that they were sagging.
The nurse stood there looking down at Lynn with her arms folded. “Did baby think she could leave so easily?” the nurse just shook her head. “And nursie was just about to change baby’s didee. Now baby goin’ to haveta stay in her wet didees for a while longer.”
The nurse replaced the horrid pacifier back into linn’s mouth. Lynn struggled to prevent this, but the nurse was stronger. Taking the cart, she pushed it out of the room, leaving Lynn completely alone.
Lynn sat on the floor as the tears came rolling down her cheeks. The soaked diaper was so wet that it sagged in the back, exposing Lynn’s bottom. She found herself sucking on the nipple of the pacifier again. The sucking was unintentional, but she could not help it.
Half an hour or so, Lynn decide to crawl around the room. The sagging diaper slipped off her waist and down her thighs, landing at Lynn’s knees. Lynn was so embarrassed, she tried pulling up the diapers and plastic pants, but to no avail. The mittens were much to thick to accomplish this simple feat. Lynn threw herself face down on the tile floor and started wailing hysterically.
As Lynn was crying, the panel once again slid silently opened and the nurse walked in. for a second time, she came in pushing a cart. Going over to Lynn, she knelt down and cradle Lynn, rocking her.
“No cry babykins. Nursie here to change dose nasty didees on baby.” she cooed.
Lynn looked up grateful that she was going to have the awful diapers changed. She wanted them changed and she did not even care if she was being put into diapers again. At least they were clean and dry.
The nurse picked up a large white fluffy diaper and slid it neatly under Lynn’s bottom. She then picked up a tube of diaperine and began to rub it into the baby-woman’s now shaved and hairless pubic area. Lifting the sobbing woman’s legs high in the air, she began rubbing the diaperine into Lynn’s bottom and then sprinkled an ample amount of baby powder into the baby-woman’s diaper area. Quickly and expertly she then drew the diaper up between the Lynn’s legs and pinned it tightly on either side with two, large pink diaper pins. Next she put Lynn’s legs through a pair of pink frilly plastic baby pants and pulled them up securely over the bulging diaper, tucking in all parts of the diaper that were outside of the leg and waist holes. Lynn tried to put her legs together but found the diaper so bulky that this was impossible. Next the nurse pulled a pair of white ankle socks over her feet. These had pretty pink bows on either side and looked very babyish.
“Time for Baby Lynn’s din-din.” Cooed the nurse.
By now, not only Lynn was thirsty, but hungry too. The nurse produced again another nipple baby bottle of formula and a large jar of baby food. Lynn could read the label on the jar – “GERBER’S BABY FOOD, STRAINED CHICKEN”. Now Lynn was going to fed mush baby food. The nurse also removed some other jars. There was ‘GERBER’S BABY FOOD, STRAINED CARROTS, STRAINED PEAS, AND STRAINED PRUNES”! And they were all very large jars. Taking a plastic bib from the cart, the nurse tied it on Lynn. Lynn was too upset and drained to resist. Using a very large plastic spoon, she began feeding Lynn the strained baby foods. Lynn felt like gagging on the strained baby food, but she managed to swallow the awful substance. The only one she could not stand was the strained prunes. When the nurse shoved a large spoonful of them into Lynn’s mouth, she gagged and spit tem out. Taking another large spoonful of strained prunes, the nurse tried to fed it to Lynn. Lynn refused to open her mouth. Annoyed, the next time, she grabbed Lynn’s nose and then shoved the spoonful into her mouth, followed by the baby bottle of formula. Lynn gagged, but to the nurse’s satisfaction, swallowed the prunes. Knowing that this would happen every time the nurse fed her the prunes, Lynn ate them. She cried throughout the entire ordeal.
Kneeling next to Lynn, the nurse pulled her head over her shoulder and began patting Lynn’s back. The nurse was attempting to burp Lynn! Before Lynn could object to this, she opened her mouth and a loud burp emerged. Not only that, she spit up a little of the baby formula too. Lynn was starting to responded like a baby.
Sobbing, Lynn cried out, “II’mm nnott aaa ba…ba…baby”!
“NO!” yelled the nurse. “You speak baby talk only.”
At that statement, the nurse pulled a weaken Lynn over her knee, yanked the plastic pants down to her knees, and unpinned the diapers exposing her bottom. Lynn knew what was going to happen, but had no strength to do anything about it. Using the palm of her hand, the nurse gave Lynn her first bare bottom spanking. Lynn found herself kicking her legs, crying and begging for the nurse to stop the spanking.
When the nurse finished spanking Lynn, she rolled off the nurse’s lap, kneeling on the floor. With one mitten hand, she tried stopping the flow of tears while with the other hand, she was rubbing her sore diapered bottom.
Without saying a word, the nurse quietly left the room, leaving Lynn lying on the floor sobbing. Lynn felt so vulnerable, helpless. When was this terrible nightmare going to end, she thought to herself.
For the next two hours, Lynn sat in the mirrored room. A few times, she would crawl around, Lynn was afraid to stand for the fear of being punished. Finally, the mirrored panel opened and in walked a nurse carrying a long thin rod. Looking closely at it. Lyn knew that it was a cattle prod.
“Time for baby’s beddy-bye.” Announced the nurse. “Since you are going to be treated as a baby, you know all babies are put on a schedule. Bedtime is 8 p.m.” pointing her finger to the opening, the nurse ordered, “Now crawl to your nursery room.”
Lynn did not move. The nurse being impatient, so she reached out with the prod and touched Lynn’s defenseless leg. A surge of electricity shot through Lynn’s leg. Causing Lynn to pee a little. Lynn curled up into the fetal position.
Another nurse appeared in the doorway. Her hand on her hips, said to the nurse standing over Lynn, “That was unnecessary. Do not do that again.”
The nurse looked down, embarrassed as she said, “Yes, Miss Leach. I won’t do that again.”
Miss leach went to Lynn and knelt next to her. Rocking er, Karen leach cooed to her, “It’s ok baby. Nursie’s here to take care of baby. Does baby think her can crawl to her nursery room?”
Looking up at the caring nurse, Lynn shook her head. Getting on all fours, Lynn followed Karen out the room and down the spotless white hallway. They went into a open elevator where Karen using a series of buttons, closed the doors. Lynn could feel the elevator descend. It stopped and the doors opened, revealing another hallway. As they went down the hallway, Lynn noticed that the rooms had “NURSERY ROOM” followed by a number. Finally, they stopped at ‘NURSERY ROMM 823”. Opening the door, Karen went in followed by Lynn. Lynn was so tired, she was not use to crawling. Karen took her to a large baby’s crib. Lowering the side rail, they lifted Lynn up and laid her on the soft mattress.
Checking Lynn’s diapers, Karen found them soaked. The shot was still working, causing her to wet each time there was any pressure on her bladder. Laying Lynn down, Karen pulled the damp plastic panties down and then unpinned the sopping wet diapers. She deposited them into the diaper pail. Taking baby wipes, Karen washed Lynn’s diaper area and her bottom. Lynn was so embarrassed about the treatment.
She did not know why she was so docile at being treated this way. Lynn knew that she was an adult, could walk like an adult and talk like an adult. But she was so afraid of being punished. The electric shocks to her system affected very nerve in her body. So now she was just afraid to act as adult and would behave as she was told. Besides, she was exhausted. She was so tired that she was allowing the nurse to do anything she wanted.
The mattress felt so comfortable to Lynn. Karen continued cleaning Lynn, rubbing diaperine on her pubic area, then rolling Lynn onto her stomach and rubbing the diaperine on her bottom. Sprinkling of baby powder on her bottom and then her pubic area was causing Lynn to relax even more. Lying Lynn on her back again, Karen lifted her bottom up and slid four, very thick cloth diapers under her. Lynn’s leg were spread apart, pulled up and pinned at the sides. Due to the thickness of the diapers, Lynn was unable to close her legs. Taking a pair of white, plastic pants, Karen pulled them up and over Lynn’s diapers, ensuring that none of the cloth diapers were visible.
Holding a pair of dr. Denton’s, Karen inserted Lynn’s feet into the booties and pulled the pajamas up her legs. Sitting her up, Karen pulled the pajamas over the bulky diapers and plastic pants, inserting Lynn’s arms into the sleeves. With the mittens attached, Lynn found her hands were made into fists. Karen then pulled the zipper up, enclosing Lynn in the pajamas.
Pulling up the side rail, Karen gave her new charge a teddy bear, which she lifted Lynn’s arm up and let her hug the stuffed animal. A light sheet cover Lynn.
“Please, don’t do this to me.” Cried Lynn, “I’m a grown woman, not a baby.”
Karen put her finger to her lips as she whispered, “Hush, sweetie, It’s time for sleep.” Taking a pacifier with the strap, Karen inserted it into Lynn’s mouth. “It’s 8 o’clock now. Time for baby’s bedtime. Nursie will see baby tomorrow.” Karen cooed as she closed and locked the lid. Karen left the room, leaving only a nightlight on.
Lynn laid in her crib, sucking on the pacifier. She tried in vain to remove the pacifier, but was unable to due to the mittens. As Lynn laid there, she could feel her pee trickling into her diapers, slowly at first and then picking up, flooding her diapers. She could feel the moisture invading the diapers, making her skin damp. Tears started to pour down her cheeks as Lynn felt more and more infant-like with each passing second. She found herself crying herself to sleep.
Through out the night, nurses would come in, check on the sleeping baby-women. Looking down at Lynn, the nurse observed that she was asleep on her stomach, sucking her pacifier. Most women’s first night, they were so exhausted, that they never gave any trouble.
Around two, nurses came into the nursery room to check on the baby-women. One of the nurses came up to Lynn’s crib, unlocked the lid and lowered the side rail. Removing the strapped pacifier, the nurse gently inserted the nipple of a baby bottle into her mouth. Lynn woke up with a start. Her eyes widen when she saw that the nurse was holding onto baby bottle. In took a few seconds for Lynn to remember where she was. She was being held against her will, being maked to become a baby again.
“Hold your bottle, baby.” ordered the nurse.
Reluctantly, Lynn did as she was ordered to do. She reached up and grabbed it with a mitten hand. Lynn quickly discovered that she had trouble holding it with only one hand, but she was determined to do so.
“Both hands.” Said the nurse. “If you don’t, you’ll be punished.”
The word, punished, did the trick. Lynn quickly grabbed the bottle with both hands and started sucking loudly on the nipple. The formula tasted horrible, but she knew that if she did not drink the warm liquid, the nurse would punish her. As she sucked on the nipple, the nurse unzipped the Dr. Denton’s and removed it from Lynn. Lynn layer there dressed in a tee shirt, a pair of plastic pants and diapers. Pulling down the front of the plastic pants, the nurse felt Lynn’s diapers.
“Wet.” She announced. Lynn turned red from hearing that she was wearing wet diapers.
Tears started to roll down her cheeks as the nurse removed the wet diapers and cleaned her up. Lynn was feeling so helpless, so infantile. She was determined that in the morning, she would have enough strength to fight these nurses and get out of this madhouse.
The nurse quickly finished putting dry diapers on Lynn. Her pajamas were put back on, the side rail pulled up and the lid closed and locked. Lynn laid there, nursing on the baby bottle, watching the nurse leave. Lynn found herself growing sleepy, closing her eyes, she was asleep in minutes.
Once again, Lynn woke with a start. The nipple of a baby bottle was being inserted into her mouth. Opening her eyes, she saw Karen , leaning over her, holding the baby bottle.
“Did baby have a nice sleepy-byes?” she cooed
Lynn started to suck on the nipple when she remembered what she intended to do. Pushing the bottle away, she said angrily, “I’m not a baby!” and quickly got out of the crib.
Racing towards the door, Lynn was grabbed from behind. Turning, Lynn noticed that Karen had seized the material of her pajamas at the small of her back. Lynn found herself being spun around and falling on to the soft carpet. Karen straddled her, pinning her down by placing her knee in her back. Grabbing Lynn’s ear, Karen stood up and dragged her over to her crib.
“YOU NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY BABY!!!” yelled Karen at Lynn. ‘NOW BABY’S GONNA GET PUNISHED!”
Lynn was scared and started crying. Karen threw Lynn face down on the crib’s mattress. Unzipping the Dr. Denton’s, Karen yanked them off, yanked off the plastic pants and unpinned the diapers. Lynn found herself naked now, but she did not care. She was going to be punished and did not want to be. A nurse came over to Karen and handed her something. Turning her head, Lynn saw that it was a wooden paddle. Holding Lynn down, Karen started spanking her bare, defenseless bottom. Not want to, Lynn quickly found herself crying, pounding her fist and kicking her legs. She was acting just like a baby who was being punished. All of Lynn’s defiance was spanked out of her.
Karen spanked her until Lynn’s bottom was bright red. When Karen stopped the spanking, Lynn laid on the mattress, exhausted.
“You are a bad baby.” scolded Karen, shaking her finger at Lynn.
Without saying another word, Karen holding Lynn down, inserted the nozzle of a enema tube into Lynn’s bottom. Lynn started to cry at the invasion.
“Hush now” Scolded Karen. “and lay still.”
Lynn did as she was told. A few minutes later, Karen stopped the enema. Sitting Lynn up, Karen started to lecture her.
“For being such a bad baby,” Karen said, “you’ll be given an enema every morning and your diapers will not be changed until bedtime.” Karen was standing right in front of Lynn, shaking her finger. “This will continue for the next week.”
As Karen was speaking, Lynn looked down at her stomach, or as Karen told her, her tummy. Lynn’s stomach had expanded to twice it’s size. She looked like she did when she was five months pregnant! Karen must have given her a two quart enema.
It dawn on Lynn that this was going to happen to her every day for the next week. That’s when the cramps occur. It was not bad, but she knew soon she would be experiencing very bad cramps and she would be squeezing her bottom cheeks trying to prevent5 her messing herself.
Karen pushed her down on the crib’s mattress and put a diaper and plastic pants on Lynn. Then the side rail was pulled up and the lid closed and locked. Lynn was imprisoned in her crib.
Grabbing the rails with her hands, Lynn cried out, “I’m sorry. Please don’t punish me! I’ll be good!!”
“You’ll learn you lesson better this way.” Stated Karen. “Next time if try to think that you’re a big girl, you’ll remember your punishment.” With that, Karen left the room.
Looking through the bars of her crib, Lynn saw three other baby-women looking at her. she heard the peter-patter noise only to realize that her tears were dropping on her plastic pants. Lynn see that the baby-women were feeling sorry for her and fear for themselves.
After about ten minutes Lynn could really feel the enema working as the cramps were getting moiré sever. Straining Lynn held off in messing the diapers for another five minutes or so. That’s when the dam burst. The enema erupted into her diapers. It was awful Lynn felt as if she was sitting in warm mud. And she would have to endure this until her bedtime.
Lynn collapsed onto the crib’s mattress crying her self to sleep. She woke about two hours later. A cold dampness she could feel around her waist and it was so uncomfortable. Lynn down at herself, she was clothed only in plastic pants and a diaper. Except for that, she was naked.
A nurse in her starched white uniform entered the nursery room pushing a cart. She stopped at each crib, handing each baby-women at nipple baby bottle. Finally, the nurse reached Lynn’s crib.
Holding onto the rails, Lynn cried out, “Please, don’t punish me. I’ll be good, I promise. Please.” As the tears began to roll down her cheeks. The nurse simply handed her a bottle and left her, completely ignoring Lynn’s cries.
Around 11, Karen came in and went over to Lynn’s crib. Holding onto the rails, Lynn cried, “Please change me. I’ll be good, I promise. Please.”
“No,” replied Karen. “You have been very naughty and must learn your lesson. I won’t change you until tonight.”
Karen unlocked the lid and lowered the side rail. Helping Lynn out of her crib, Karen had her crawl out f the nursery room and down the hall. Lynn felt so babyish. Crawling. All of the nurses and tech would look at her and coo, or pat the top of her head, while remarking to Karen hat a cute baby she was. Lynn felt so self-conscienous about the way she was dressed, her sagging diaper was the only thing she had on.
They went into a open elevator where Karen using a series of buttons, closed the doors. Lynn could feel the elevator rise. It stopped and the doors opened, revealing another hallway. Lynn knew where they were headed, to the mirror room where she was to learn more lesons! In one day, they had removed her power to wlak, what were they going to do to her taoday?
Lynn sat on the tile floor with her back propped up against one of the mirror walls. Except for the soggy wet diaper she was naked. Her hands were covered with thick mittens, preventing her from unpinning her diapers. Lynn had trouble doing anything wearing them. The tile floor felt cool against her bare feet. She held her legs up against her chest, with her arms wrapped around them. Even though the room was warm, Lynn felt a chill in the air. It was the chill of fear.
“What are they going to do to me today?” Lynn asked herself.
As she sat there, the mirror panel wall silently slid open. Karen walked in pushing a cart. Karen was dressed in her usual starch white uniform, white stockings and white nurse’s shoes.
“Time for baby’s lessons to begin.” she said.
Karen carried no cattle prod as she did yesterday, but Lynn knew that she would be punished quickly if she did not obey.
Smiling, Karen cooed, “Yesterday, baby learned how to crawl. Today, Baby Lynn is going to learn how to talk.”
“I know how to speak.” Lynn cried back.
That was a mistake. A bolt of electricity shot out of the floor where she was sitting, causing her to fall into a fetal position. It also caused her to pee in her already soaked diapers. Lynn laid there, and started sobbing.
Kneeling next to Lynn, Karen cooed, “Ah, poor baby. Baby Lynn needs a didee change. Nursie will change baby only if baby asks.”
Through tear-filled eyes, Lynn looked up at Karen. She was so embarrassed. She was a grown woman who could dress herself, but now was being treated as if she was helpless and need assistance. Her diapers were soaked and hey were itching Lynn. Sobbing, Lynn asked, “Will you please change me?’
Karen shook her head as she said sternly, “NO! You must ask in baby-talk.”
Lynn was going to refuse, but the diaper was cold and itchy. Sobbing, she cried, “Pleeze nursie, pleeze change baby.” Lynn started to cry. In a short period of time, Karen had made her talk like a baby.
Smiling, Karen cooed, “Dat’s a good widdle baby. Nursie will change baby’s nasty didees.”
Lynn wiped away some of her tears with the back of her hand and smiled. She was grateful that she was going to be changed.
Karen stood and walked over to the cart. Removing several items, she came back and knelt next to Lynn. Laying down a large plastic mat, Karen laid Lynn down on it. Carefully, she pulled down the damp plastic pants and unpinned the soaking wet diapers.
As Karen was changing Lynn, she cooed saying, “Baby Lynn, if baby asks nursie nicely, maybe nursie will not give baby an enema and stop that punishment. But Baby Lynn hasta ask in her baby-talk.”
Swallowing, Lynn thought about it. Her punishment of messy diapers and spankings would stop only if only she conform to the treatment and asked as a baby would. She had been embarrassed before and was embarrassed now, what’s another embarrassing moment? Looking at Karen, Lynn said in a whisper, “Pleeze nursie, no spank baby no more, pleeze.”
Karen continued cleaning Lynn’s diaper area as she replied, “OK sweetie, since baby asked so nicely, nursie won’t spank baby no more.”
Lynn felt a wave of relief flood over her. She was going to get her diapers changed. But at what price did she have to pay? Karen had finished washing her virgina area and her bottom. Then taking diaperine, Karen spread the ointment all over her pubic area and her bottom, and then sprinkled baby powder. Lynn use to loved the smell of the powder, reminding her of when she saw her friends giving their babies diaper changes. Now, it reminded her how much of a baby she had become. Lynn just closed eyes and allowed Karen to change her diapers. Shortly, Karen had dry diapers and plastic pants on her. Karen added a new touch, she put on Lynn a pair of pink plastic pants with ruffles covering the seat. They looked very infantile on her. And as a surprise, Karen removed the thick mittens.
As Lynn was being taught her baby lessons, back at her office a friend and a rival reporter, Jill Corner, entered Lynn’s office. No one at the network was surprise that Lynn was missing. When she was on a story, she would be gone a day, a week, or on a few occasions, a month. But when she returned, she had an exclusive series. Jill had a lunch date with Lynn. Since Lynn was not at her desk, she decided to snoop around. Jill was a go-getter, if she could not share the story Lynn was on, she take it. It was all fair in war and news reporting. All that she found was a piece of paper with the name of the town with the word “Baby” and a question mark.
“What’s this about, Lynn?” she asked herself.
By the next day, Jill was driving in the center of the town Lynn had written down. She was astonished to see almost all the grown younger women wearing adult size baby dresses. She also noticed how all the men were looking at these women, especially their legs. The first place to look, she thought would be the dress shop.
When Jill entered the shop, the shop’s owner and the designer, Mrs. Doris Bushman, greeted her. Mrs. Bushman was a woman in her late fifties, had streaks of white combed throughout her dark black hair. She stood very erect and had that regal look about her, but she was extremely sweet to Jill and answered all her questions.
As they sipped tea, Jill asked about the townspeople, specifically why the women wore baby dresses.
“A lot of the women are fine, but they enjoy the way men look at them, their legs especially.” Doris said, “But those other poor dears up in what is call the ‘The “Hotel””. They are mentally handicapped, either by birth or by some type of an accident. They all have the mentality of babies. The hospital, or the “Hotel” as Mr. Charleson likes to call it, care for them. Most of the townsfolk work there.” Taking her by the arm, Doris continued, “To tell you the truth, I’d never knew how many people are effected. There seems to be new accident victims each month.”
Jill asked more questions and got answers. Promising to return and buy a baby dress, Jill said her goodbyes to Doris, she decided to head to the hospital. At the gate, a guard greeted Jill. She requested an interview with Mr. Charleson. Jill waited as the guard called the main office. A few minutes later the guard returned and said that Mr. Charleson would give an interview, but not for another two hours. He suggested that she go to the diner for lunch. Getting into her car, Jill returned to center of town and found the diner.
Getting out of her car, Jill looked around the street. She was amazed at all of the women wearing the baby dresses that Doris had made. Analyzing the way the women looked and the way men looked at them, Jill was not surprised why women wore them. Entering the diner, Jill was seated at a booth in the corner. Glancing around, Jill saw one of the nurses from the “Hotel”. She was spoon-feeding a grown woman. And this sat in an oversized high chair. This shocked Jill. This was the first opportunity to see the nurses in action. The baby food was smeared all over the woman’s mouth. What really amazed Jill was that the nurse was in her early 20’s while the woman had to be in her middle 40’s. All of a sudden, the woman started to cry. Jill watched as the nurse stuck her finger into the woman’s pants. It dawned on her that the nurse was feeling the woman’s diaper! After checking the woman’s diaper, the nurse and with the woman crawling took her into the woman’s room.
When the nurse returned, the woman was happily sucking on her thumb. Jill went over to her to ask some questions. The nurse, very politely refused to answer any questions. She stated that all information is given out at the “Hotel”.
Jill went back to her booth and ordered her lunch. When she tried to ask questions to others in the diner, they all politely refused stating that she should go to the “Hotel”, just as the nurse had done earlier.
The two hours passed quickly and Jill found herself at the gate again. The guard remembered her and directed her to which building to go. Parking on the side of the building, she entered the brick building. A guard greeted her and escorted her to a private elevator. Placing his hand on a glass panel, it scanned his handprint. The guard pressed a series of buttons on a number pad. The double doors slid silently opened. “Tenth floor.” Stated the guard. Jill entered the elevator. She took the elevator to the 10th floor where she was met by Mr. Charleson’s assistant, Miss Stephanie Falborn. She was a very attractive young woman, stylishly dressed in a light blue dress suit with a white blouse. About 5’ 5” tall with shoulder length blonde hair, she led her to a set of double doors, knocked once and then opened the door. Miss Falborn did not remain, only closed the door behind her.
Robert Charleson was seated behind a dark cherry wood desk, busy with some paperwork. When Jill came in, he immediately got up and came around the desk with his hand out-stretched. He was dressed in a dark blue suit, white shirt and a red tie. His handshake was strong and firm, yet not crushing. Leading the way, he took Jill over to a dark blue, colonial-style sofa. He sat in a wing back chair opposite her. Being a gracious host, he asked Jill if she would like a drink. Jill replied that would be nice and asked for coffee. Pressing a button on the intercom system, he asked Stephanie to bring in refreshments. While they waited, Jill began asking her questions.
As she was speaking, Stephanie brought in a tray, with a cup of coffee, cream and sugar and a tall glass of milk. Jill thought the milk was for Mr. Charleson, but he picked up the coffee instead.
Looking up at Stephanie, Jill asked, “I would like a cup of coffee please.”
Crossing her arms, Stephanie replied, “No. Drink your milk.”
Jill was taken back at the statement, but said nothing. She was waiting for Bob to reply to her remark. He did not. He sat there drinking his coffee, acting as if nothing was wrong. Jill ignored the glass of milk and started asking more questions.
After answering her questions, Bob suggested that they look at a video of his facility. Standing, he ushered her over to the front of his desk and had her sit in one of the chair there. Going behind his desk, he pressed a series of buttons and, revealing a television set behind a large picture of a 19th century sailing vessel.
Before turning the set on, Mr. Charleson took a set of papers and asked her to sign them. When she asked what they were for, he simply stated that she agree that prior to publication of anything written or photos taken on his facility, that his people review all material to ensure that the facts were correct. She agreed and quickly signed them.
Pressing a button, the room darkens and the program began. A narrator began, showing the outside of the building. A woman was being escorted in by 2 nurses. Jill watched as the nurses took the woman into a room and began removing her clothes. She watched as the woman struggled against the nurses screaming. Jill could hear the woman begging the nurses to stop this. Soon, the woman was naked on the table, tears running down her cheeks. Her cries for mercy were muffled thanks to the large pacifier strapped to her mouth. Her nails were cut short and all make-up was removed. The woman’s pubic hair was shaved away, her adulthood stripped away. She was powdered and then diapered. The nurses picked her up and laid her in a clear adult size baby’s incubator. Jill continued watching as she was wheeled into a “hospital nursery room” with several other adult size incubators. The camera zoomed in all of the women there, they were all crying like newborn babies.
Jill sat there transfixed, staring at the screen while Bob changed to another channel. It was a mirrored room, a woman with long blonde hair, dressed only in a diaper sat against one of the mirror walls. A nurse knelt next to her, laying her down. Jill watched as the nurse removed the plastic pants and unpinned the diaper. Jill mind was having trouble accepting the fact of a grown woman being maked to wear and use diapers like a baby. Mr. Charleson zoomed the lens of the camera to the face of the woman – it was Lynn! Jill’s mouth dropped. She was about to run out of the room and away but she was in for a surprise. While she was watching the program, Stephanie had brought 2 nurses in and they stood on either side of Jill. Strong hand pushed Jill down in her chair when she attempted to get up.
A voice announced, “ If you are having trouble with your girlfriend, wife, daughter or mother and they are form the age of 18 to 50, we can help. We will reduce them to the level of a baby, then they can be easily managed.” Jill did not hear anything else the announcer was saying. Her mind was racing. Grown women were brought here to become babies on purpose. She was seeing this done to Lynn.
The lights came on and Bob spoke, “That’s our facility. I am so glad you have decided to stay. I think you’ll make an excellent playmate for Lynn.”
Jill started shaking her head and yelling, “Nooooo! I don’t wanta be a baby again!”
Stephanie came over with a baby bottle and shoved it into Jill’s mouth. “Drink.” She ordered as she held the bottle up at an angle.
Jill was too afraid not to, so against her better judgment, she began sucking on the nipple. She felt the warm liquid flow down her throat and into her stomach. She continued until the bottle was half empty. Sitting in the chair next to her, Stephanie had the nurse sit Jill on her lap. Taking a cloth, Stephanie put it on her shoulder and then maked Jill’s head on it, holding it down with her hand. With strong swats to her back, Stephanie started patting her.
Jill realized what Stephanie was doing, but when she opened her mouth o object, Jill let out a loud burp!
“You can’t do this to me!” she wailed.
Smiling, Bob said, “Yes I can. Remember the paper you signed? You should have read it carefully. It states that you agree to commit yourself here for treatment. And after the treatment is given, if your family does not want to take care of you, you agree to be adopted.”
Crying, Jill cried out, “Nooooo!”
Taking Jill by the arms, the nurses dragged a sobbing woman out of his office and to Stephanie’s office. In Stephanie’s office was a gurney that the nurses deposited Jill on. Taking the gurney’s straps, the nurses strapped Jill down. She was helpless. Jill was still crying hysterically as they wheeled out of the office and towards the elevator. Again, one of the nurse’s using the handprint scan and the series of commands on the keypad opened the elevator doors. The elevator dropped to the 9th floor where the nurses wheeled the gurney down a sparkling white corridor to a vacant room. In the room was a table covered with a sheet. The nurses unstrapped Jill and laid the struggling woman on the table. Two more nurses entered. One of the nurses grabbed Jill’s wrists, while the other one grabbed her ankles. Jill was pinned.
A nurse started unbuttoning Jill’s blouse, removing it. She folded it neatly and laid it inside of a box. Placing her hands on Jill’s hips, the nurse pulled her skirt down and off. Jill laid there dressed only in her stockings, panties and bra. Her high heel shoes were kicked off when she was being lifted to the table. The nurse bent over and picked them off the floor, placing them in the box with the other clothing. Slowly, baby-talking softly to Jill, the nurse removed her pantyhose, then moved on to removing her panties. Sitting Jill up, the nurse reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Jill sat on the gurney naked.
A nurse came over and looking down at Jill’s crotch, said, “Babies don’t have grown-up hair there like big girls do. We’ll have to do something about that.” Producing a pair of scissors, started clipping away at her pubic hair until it was reduced to a stubble. Jill began to struggle as the nurse began the clipping, but the other nurses held her down. Jill could only yell, but that was quickly stopped when an adult size baby’s pacifier was strapped to her mouth. Jill could only mumble.
When her hair was reduced to stubble, the nurse smeared shaving cream over the stubble. Taking a sharp razor, the nurse carefully shaved away all of the stubble, leaving her clean-shaved and bare. Tears of anger started flowing down Jill’s cheeks as she looked at her crotch. There was no hair there at all, like the very day she was born. Jill started struggling more but to no avail. She was pinned.
Jill watched as a nurse pulled on rubber gloves. Taking diaperine, a white ointment to prevent diaper rash, the nurse rubbed it all over Jill’s virgina area. Turning her over the nurse repeated the process on her bottom. Jill was now protected. Grasping a rectal thermonitor, the nurse carefully smeared Vaseline on the tip and inserted it into Jill’s bottom. Jill tried to kick her legs, but the nurse was strong and held them tight. Three minutes went by when the nurse finally removed the thermonitor. Jill found herself having baby powder sprinkled on her.
Lifting her bottom off the gurney’s mattress, the nurse slid apiece of cloth or something under her. Jill could not tell what it was. Spreading her legs apart, the nurse pulled half of it up and pinning the end together, Jill was shocked, they put an adult size baby diaper on her! Then a pair of adult size plastic baby pants was pulled up her short legs and over the bulky diapers. A nurse checked the seams to ensure that Jill would not leak.
Lifting her right ankle, the nurse strapped on an I.D, bracelet. It read “Baby Girl – Jill Corner”. Jill now looked like an overgrown baby.
The nurse strapped Jill down and then proceeded to push the gurney down the spotless white hallway. Shortly, they enter a room. Jill looked around, it was entirely made of mirrors. The walls and ceiling reflected making the room look immense.
The restrains were removed and the nurses gently helped Jill off the gurney. The tile floor felt warm on Jill’s bare feet. Gazing at the walls, Jill saw her reflection and could not believe she was wearing only a diaper. Looking over, sat a huddle female figure. The blonde hair hung down in front of her face. Like Jill, the woman was nude except she too wore diapers and plastic baby pants. She could see that the woman was sucking on her thumb. The woman looked up, it was Lynn. Tears running down her face.
Jill raced over to Lynn, knelt down and began to hug her. She started rocking Lynn. “Lynn,” she asked. “are you alright?”
Talking around her thumb, Lynn replied, “Me goody now. Jill find me.”
“Stop talking like that.” Jill ordered. “You’re not a baby. You’re a grown woman.”
“No, no, no.” yelled Lynn. “Me am baby. Pleeze no punish me. See me say me am baby.”
“JILL,” a female voice boomed, “YOU ARE HERE TO BE TAUGHT TO BE A BABY AGIN. YOU WILL BE GIVEN 3 CHANES TO LEARN A LESSON. IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY BY THE THRID TIME, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED.”
Jill stood up looking around the room. “I am not a baby. And you can’t make me think I am one again.”
“FIRST TIME. - BABIES DO NOT STAND. BABIES CRAWL.” The voice bellowed.
Jill stood her ground just like so many others did, just as Lynn had done.
“SECOND TIME. - BABIES DO NOT STAND. BABIES CRAWL.” The voice bellowed again.
Again, Jill stood with hands on her hips. She stood there in defiance.
“THIRD AND LAST TIME. - BABIES DO NOT STAND. BABIES CRAWL.” The voice bellowed once more.
Still Jill stood. A few seconds passed then an electrical shock went up her legs, shocking her. Jill fell to the floor in a fetal position. Like everyone else, including Lynn, the shock caused her to wet herself. Jill sat on the floor shock. She had peed herself like a baby.
Jill watched as Lynn crawled over to her. Sitting on her diaper bottom, Lynn lisped, “Go pee-pee in didees?”
Jill stared at Lynn and yelled, “STOP TALKING BABY-TALK. YOU’RE A GROWN WOMAN! ACT LIKE ONE.”
Lynn fell back and cried out, “Waaaaa! Jill scared me!”
Jill was taken back at that statement. Lynn really was acting as if she was a baby. Feeling pity on her co-worker, Jill pulled Lynn towards her, hugging her. “Don’t cry sweetie. I won’t yell at you again.”
Lynn sniffled and rubbed her eyes with both of her fists. Gazing up at Jill, Lynn smiled.
After calming Lynn, Jill stood to survey her surroundings. Feeling the mirror panels, she crossed the room, trying to find the exit. “Where did I come in?” she asked herself. All 4 sides of the room looked exactly the same.
‘FIRST TIME,” the female voice bellowed, ‘BABIES DO NOT WALK. BABIES CRAWL. NOW CRAWL BABY JILL.”
Looking around, Jill stated, “I’m not a baby and I will not crawl like one either. And stop calling me Baby Jill, I’m a grown woman.”
‘THEY ALL SAY THAT. SECOND TIME,” the female voice bellowed once more, “BABIES CRAWL. CRAWL BABY JILL.”
Once more, Jill did not crawl, but stood her ground.
‘YOU KNOW IF YOU DO NOT LISTEN THIS TIME, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED AGAIN. THIRD TIME,” the female voice bellowed, ‘CRAWL. CRAWL LIKE THE BABY WE WILL MAKE YOU, BABY JILL.”
Jill stood there, but now sweat started to form on her forehead. She did not want to be punished, but she had to show them that she had morals. She was not going to be turned into a baby easily.
A bolt of electricity shot up her legs again, causing her to fall into a fetal position. Again, the electric shock caused her to wet herself. The diapers started to sag with all the urine that Jill had empty into it. It was very uncomfortable and Jill knew that soon, the warmth of her urine would turn chilly.
Standing, Jill could feel the diapers starting to slide off her hips and down her legs. She grabbed the plastic pants and diapers before it fell to the floor. She stood her ground. Jill may be petite, but she had a will of iron.
Once again, the female voice bellowed, “BABIES CRAWL.” That was all that the disembodied voice stated. Three time the voice stated that.
Yet again, a bolt of electricity shot up her legs, causing her to fall into a fetal position. Once more, the electric shock caused her to wet herself. Her body was shaking uncontrollably due to the electrical shocks Jill received. This last time finally got to her. She sat up on her damp diapered bottom and started to cry. The tears flowed freely and she tried in vain to stop them with the balls of her fists. Jill discovered that she could not help crying and she could not stop the tears. She sat there crying like a baby, she was even kicking her bare feet wildly.
The mirror panel opened and in walked the head nurse, Karen Leach. Karen strolled over to where Jill sat, kneeling next to the crying woman. Reaching out to Jill, Karen hugged her and started rocking her like one would an upset child. Going into her pocket, Karen pulled out a baby’s pacifier and gently placed it into Jill sobbing mouth.
Stroking her hair, Karen said in a very calming voice, “There, there, sweetheart, this will help soothe you. You just lay her in nursie’s arms. Nursie will take care of everything.”
Jill laid in Karen’s arms, sucking on the pacifier for about 15 minutes while Lynn sat across from her watching her. As Jill laid there, she though how quickly she had subcome to this babying conditioning.
After awhile, Karen got up and went through the mirror panel only to return a minute later. Standing across the room from the 2 baby-women, Karen cooed, “If you want to go bye-bye from here, crawl over here and drink your bottles.”
Lynn, after a few days of being fed by a baby bottle was use to drinking from one, got on all fours and crawled over to where Karen stood. Jill was unsure of what to do. She wanted out of this room, but was not yet use to the idea of crawling and drinking from a baby bottle. Jill watched as Lynn took the bottle in both hands, laid on her back and started sucking on the nipple hungrily. Not wanting to remain here alone, Jill decided to do as she was told. Slowly, she crawled to Karen and taking the bottle, stuck the nipple into her mouth. The “milk” tasted strange to her taste buds. Jill did not realize that she was drinking a bottle of Nutramigen baby formula.
Karen, patting the tops of her babies’ heads, cooed, “Such good widdle babies you are.” Lynn smiled at this statement, while Jill just gazed at the nurse. Kneeling, Karen wiped the milk that had dribbled out of the corner of Lynn’s mouth. “Nursie take good care of her babies, yes she dose!” she cooed to both Lynn and Jill.
When Lynn and Jill finished their bottles, Karen and another nurse knelt next to them. Karen took Lynn, while the other nurse took Jill. Kneeling next to each of their charges, the nurses pulled their heads over their shoulders. Holding the back of their heads, the nurses began patting their charges backs until each one let out a burp. Jill was very embarrassed about this and turned several shades of red. Once the nurses were satisfied with the baby-women, they had them crawl out of the room and down the hall to the elevators. The elevators were to take them to a special room.
Jill and Lynn were amazed at what they saw. The room had about 25 playpens in there filled with adult baby-women. The playpens were made of wood, about 4 feet tall and about 5 feet square. The entrance into the playpen was by a gate made into the side of the playpen, with a locking bar running top to bottom to prevent the baby-women from getting out.
Lynn and Jill were placed into separate playpens. Lynn learned that to stand and walk around as an adult would, she would be punished. So she crawled around the playpen over to one of the rails. Grabbing it like a baby, Lynn pulled herself up until she could hold onto the top cross railing. The railing crossed her chest and she felt so small. Looking around the room, Lynn saw that almost of the playpens were filled with one or two baby-women. Some were dressed like Jill and herself, only wearing diapers and plastic pants. Other wore Pampers, while other wore not only Pampers, but had on tee shirts too. And others were dressed in short baby dresses, so short that they revealed that they were in diapers and plastic baby pants or Pampers too. Lynn was worried. Was this to be her new life?
Karen stood in front of the playpens. “Babies.” She announced. “Yes, I’m calling you babies because that’s what you are now considered.”
Lynn looked over to where Jill stood in her playpen. She was shaking her head “No”. She knew if Jill kept this up, she would soon be punished. Lynn returned her gazed towards Karen.
“For the next few weeks,” Karen stated, “you’ll be re-taught to be babies again. For those of you who do not have Mommies and Daddies at the end of that time, you’ll be adopted by people who want babies.”
“No!” cried out Jill. “I’m a grown woman. I’ll not be treated like a baby. And I won’t be adopted either!”
A nurse quickly went over to Jill’s playpen, unlocked the gate and dragged the disobedient woman out by her ear. With the nurse holding her arm down, Jill found herself bent over at the waist, trying to keep up with her. Twisting her ear, Jill was in pain. She was led over to the side of the room where several high chairs were located. The nurse let go and Jill stood erect, rubbing her very sore ear. Before Jill knew it, Karen grabbed her wrist and dragged her over to a side chair. Pulling the petite baby-woman over her lap, Karen pulled back the plastic baby pants, unpinned the diapers and pulled back the back the cloth flap, exposing her bare bottom. Just using the palm of her hand, Karen spanked Jill for a full minute. Jill was squirming on Karen’s lap, kicking her legs, flailing her arms and crying profusely. When she finished spanking the disobedient woman, a nurse brought out an IV stand. Hanging from the stand was a large bag with a tube running down from the bottom. Karen held the end of the tube, which was connected to a nozzle. Looking over her shoulder, Jill saw what was going to happen. Karen was going to give her an enema! She started to struggle, but the head nurse held her tight. Smearing Vaseline on the tip of the nozzle, Karen inserted into Jill’s bottom. Jill cried out at the invasion. Using s syringe, Karen stuck the needle into Jill’s bare bottom. The fluid in the needle held a mixture that would render her bladder muscles useless for the next 24 hours. The diapers were re-pinned and the plastic pants pulled up on Jill.
From her playpen, Lynn, along with the other baby-women watch in horror as the event happened to Jill. None of them wanted it to happen to them.
Karen physically lifted her under the arms and sat her in one of the seat of the high chairs. Taking the feeding tray, she locked the tray over Jill’s arms. Jill was pinned to the seat. Attached to the high chair, was a pole with another large plastic bag fasten to it. A tube ran from the bottom of the bag with end attached to a pacifier’s nipple. Taking the nipple, Karen inserted into Jill’s mouth. There was a strapped that went around Jill’s head, holding the pacifier in place. Holding the tube’s nozzle, Karen turned it to the right. A flow of milky white fluid began to flow down the tube into Jill’s mouth. Jill found that she had to swallow the substance or gag on it.
“For disobedience,” stated Karen. “this will be the punishment. Continuous feedings, locked in a high chair, probably with wet and messy diapers for the entire day. You will not get a bath nor a diaper change until the next day.”
Some of the baby-women broke out in tears. None of them wanted that treatment. Lynn thought how horrible to be drinking baby formula all day and not having a diaper change. Poor Jill.
For half an hour, Jill sat there, swallowing the fluid, feeling her stomach expand. Then it happened. Her stomach began to “bubble”. She could feel the effects of the enema starting to work, and quickly. Jill began to shift on the chair, trying to escape the inevitable. After about five minutes or so, and trying with every fiber in her body, it happened. The enema erupted into Jill’s diapers. Jill wanted to cry out at this humiliating experience, but because of the pacifier, could only mumble. Some of the milky substance managed to dribble out of her mouth and down her chin. And the worst thing was, no one was going to change her. Jill sat in her high chair sobbing, as the enema remained erupting into her diapers.
Bob Charleson entered the room. Walking around the playpens, Karen informed him of the condition of each of the baby-women. When they got to Lynn’s playpen, Bob looked down at the baby-woman and asked, “You wanted a story and now you got one.” Lynn looked up at him and started to wail. She did not understand why, only that this man made her mad and this was the only response she could think of. A typical baby response. Lynn brought her fists up to her tear filled eyes and was banging her feet, again a typical baby response.
Pulling back the hair on Lynn’s side, Bob said, “Pierce earrings are cute, but have them removed. A baby might swallow them.” Lynn resented this, for she was a grown woman and would not swallow them. She knew better.
A bell rang and the baby-women were let out of their playpens. The nurses herded them down the corridor to the dining area. All of the baby-women left except Jill. She was till highchair bound and was not allowed dinner. After all, she had been drinking her formula all afternoon. A nurse sat nearby, after all, a baby could not be left alone.
Lynn crawled with the rest of the baby-women to the dining area. It was on the same floor as the playroom, so no one had to take an elevator. Lynn entered the room and looked around. This was the first time she was being fed a baby meal with other babies. A waitress came around sitting each of the babies at a table. The tables were round and there were 4 high chairs and 2 regular chairs. Lynn was seated in on of the high chairs. A nurse sat at the regular chairs, taking care of 2 of the babies. Taking a large plastic baby bib, it was tied on the baby-women.
Lynn looked at the woman, or really the girl who was taking care of her. She could not be older than 20! The waitress came around placing tri-baby bowels on the feeding trays and plates in front of the nurses. Everything in Lynn’s bowl was mush – Baby food! The nurse started spoon-feeding her charges. After feeding her other charge a few spoonfuls of baby food, the nurse started feeding Lynn. Lynn at first did not open her mouth. It was not until the nurse pinched her nose and Lynn opened her mouth for air. When that happened, she shoved the spoonful of strained chicken into Lynn’s mouth, followed by the nipple of a baby bottle. The other babies giggled at Lynn’s predicament. For they too had gone through that and now found it funny that it was happening to someone else. The nurse continued feeding one then the other baby-women until their bowls and baby bottles were empty and their tummies full. Even though Lynn hated the taste of the baby food, she felt quite bloated.
After being fed, one by one the babies were burped. Each of the nurses were experts at this and produced a loud burp from each and every baby-woman. Then their diapers were checked. If, like Lynn’s they were not to wet, the baby-women were not changed. With that done, the trays were removed and the baby-women were taken back to the playroom and placed into their playpens.
Jill, sitting in her highchair was pleased to see them again. Lynn stood in her playpen looking at Jill. She did not know what to do. Other baby-women were plying with the baby toys that were scattered around their playpens. Sitting on the colorful mat, Lynn noticed that the mat had prints of blocks on it along with the A-B-C’s. She smiled at this. It reminded her of the mat she had in her playpen when she was a baby. Rolling a big baby bouncing ball, Lynn started playing with it. Then she pick up a rattle, several times the normal size of a baby’s rattle and started shaking it. Lynn really began enjoying herself, despite her current situation.
As she was playing with her baby toys, Lynn saw some nurses around Jill’s high chair. Removing the pacifier gag and the feeding tray, they help her out of the seat and had her sit on the carpeted floor.
Karen stood in front of Jill, her hands on her hips. Then, shaking a finger at Jill, Karen stated, “Since this is your first day, Baby Jill, nursie no gonna punish baby o more.”
Jill looked up at the head nurse and smiled. She started to say, “Thank…” but quickly stopped remembering the punishment for speaking like an adult.
Karen smiled. “You’re learning baby. Now it’s time for a diaper change.” She had Jill crawl over to a vacant changing table. As Jill was crawling, Jill could feel her plastic pants and diapers slipping off her hips. By the time she got to the table, the diapers had only slipped a little, revealing the top crack of her bottom. Taking Jill under her arms, Karen lifted her up and laid her on the table. Using a Velcro strap, Karen locked it across Jill’s waist. Jill wanted to cry, she was secured to the table like a baby who might fall off. Carefully, Karen removed the damp plastic pants and the messy diapers. It took a few minutes to clean Jill up. She laid there completely naked feeling every bit like a baby. Karen rubbed diaperine, baby lotion and then sprinkled baby powder all over Jill’s helpless body. The smells reminded Jill of babyhood, something that she was now reduced to. The head nurse took Jill’s thumb and gently inserted it into her mouth. Lifting her hips, Karen slid 2 cloth diapers under her, spread her legs apart and pulled the diaper up, pinning the sides. A pair of pink plastic pants came up Jill’s legs and over the diapers. Karen made sure that the waistband and leg bands were secured and the cloth diaper was not exposed.
Once that was done, Karen had Lynn and Jill crawl to their nursery room. Going through a glass door to the controlled elevators, Karen punched in the codes and the elevator rose to another floor. Finally, the small group reached their nursery room.
In the room were 4 large baby cribs, where Karen put Lynn in one crib and Jill in another. Laying Lynn down, Karen removed her diapers and plastic pants, leaving Lynn complete naked. Karen did the same to Jill. Lifting the baby-women out of their cribs, Karen had them crawl to the bathroom. Lynn and Jill sat on the carpeted floor watching Karen run their bath. Taking a rubber bib apron, Karen put it on. She did not want her uniform soak by the 2 baby-women. The next thing the baby-women knew, their nurse had sat them in the warm soapy bath water. Giving each baby a rubber duck, Karen began bathing them. Both women sat in the water not moving while Karen bath them.
Jill felt so foolish sitting in the soapy water holding a baby to while being bathed like a helpless baby. Looking at Lynn, Jill knew she felt the same way, but both of them were afraid to take any action. They were conditioned to be afraid of acting like adults.
When Karen finished bathing the baby-women, she took a large fluffy towel and dried tem off. Laying Lynn on the carpet, Karen checked her virgina area for hair. A stubble had started growing. This was not allowed at the hotel. Taking Nair, Karen smeared it over the stubble. Since Jill just arrived, Karen knew there would be no hair yet. So the nurse decided not to check her.
Having the baby-women crawl back to the nursery, Karen put each one in her cribs. Karen laid a diaper pad under Lynn’s bottom. Taking 3 thick cloth diapers, laid her on them. Spreading her legs apart, the nurse pulled the diapers up and pinned them. A white tee shirt was put on followed by Dr. Denton’s pajamas complete with feet and mittens. The cotton pajamas were pink with tiny baby building blocks. The process was repeated with Jill except her pajamas were yellow with tiny baby ducks. Both baby-women looked like overgrown babies in their cribs. Karen took plastic baby bows and put Lynn’s shoulder length hair into loose pigtails. With Jill’s short hair, Karen gave her a “Pebbles Flintstone” look.
Before locking the baby-women in their cribs for the night, Karen had one more task o perform. Taking a sheet of plastic 2 ½ feet by 2 feet, she held it in front of Lynn. In the center of the sheet was a hole. Sticking Lynn’s head through the hole, the piece of plastic covered her upper body. This vest had a set of metal rings attached to it, a set at the chest height and another set at the stomach. Laying Lynn on her stomach, Karen straps, feeeding them through the rings and attaching them under the crib. Lynn was now pinned and helpless to move. This was for psychological purposes, like real babies who could not turn over without help, Lynn found that she would need her nurse’s help to turn over too. When she finished with Lynn, Karen did the same with Jill.
Karen pulled up the crib’s rail after making sure that her “babies” were covered and had their pacifiers. Turning on the baby monitor and the night-light, she the room, closing the nursery room door.
Jill spit out her pacifier and turned facing Lynn’s crib. Lynn was sucking her pacifier but facing Jill. Lynn was rubbing her eyes with her mitten hands. Jill though how infantile Lynn looked. What must she look like to Lynn? Probably like a baby too.
“Lynn,” whispered Jill, “we gotta get out of here.”
Lynn spit the baby pacifier out and whispered, “But how? We’re just babies, how can we get passed the gwown-ups?”
Jill wanted to cry. In a short period of time these people had convinced Lynn she was a helpless baby. She had to convince Lynn tat she was still an adult and not a baby. “Lynn, we grownups too. And we can get out. Have to write this story.”
“Nooooo.” Cried out Lynn. “We’re babies!”
“Think,” said Jill. “Remember being an adult? We’re both reporters and we’re covering this story.”
Through her tears, Lynn replied, “Me er…I remember. But I’m scared, Jill. Me I mean I don’t wanta be punished again.“ wiping her eyes with the back of her mittens, Lynn continued, “How do we get out of here?”
Twisting around in her crib, Jill tried to the straps off. Suddenly the door flew opened and in the doorway stood Karen.
“So my babies want to leave.” Stated Karen coldly. Walking quickly over to Lynn’s crib, Karen lowered the rail and unbuckled the straps. Removing the vest, Karen grabbed Lynn’s ear and dragged her over to a straight back chair. Before Lynn knew it, Karen had draped her across her lap, with Lynn’s mitten hands and footed feet touching the carpet. Using a special paddle, Karen started spanking Lynn’s diapered bottom. This paddle was design with several holes drill in it. The prevent wind fiction. Karen spanked Lynn 20 times on each check. Lynn quickly found herself bawling, kicking her arms and legs, begging Karen to stop. Finally, Karen stopped. Grabbed Lynn’s ear again and dragged her back to her crib. Lynn walked on shaky legs with both hands rubbing her very sore bottom. Once in her crib, Lynn’s nurse put the vest back on and strapped her down on her stomach. Lynn laid there crying profusely.
Going over to Jill’s crib, Karen lowered her rail. Tears already formed in her eyes. She saw what had happened to Lynn and she did not want to be punished. Jill was very petite and Karen could have picked her up and carried her under her arms, but instead she garbed Jill’s ear and dragged her to the chair. Laying Jill across her lap, Karen noticed that her hands and feet did not touch the floor. Using the paddle, Karen spanked Jill’s diapered bottom 25 times, just as she did Lynn. When the spanking was done, Jill was put back into her vest and strapped down on her stomach.
“Are you going to be a good baby?” Karen asked Jill.
Rubbing the tears fro her eyes with her mitten hands, Jill shook her head and whimpered “Yeth.”
Going over to Lynn’s crib, Karen asked, “Tell nursie what you are.”
Stilling rubbing her sore bottom, Lynn cried, “I’m” but the look Karen gave her, Lynn quickly said, “Er me am a babee, nursie.”
Karen smiled ad said, “Good. Now if you babies misbehave again, you know you will be punished again until you realize that you are just helpless little babies, tight?”
The baby-women answered, “Yeth, nursie.”
Karen left, closing the door to the nursery, leaving Lynn and Jill crying themselves to sleep. Karen knew that there would be more spankings for these 2 baby-women to come.
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