Part Three 'B"
When Megan woke the next morning she was horrified to find she had wet
in her diapers in her sleep. "Oh, God! Not me! Momma can't be doing this
to me!", she cried.
She got up off of the bed and the diapers promptly slid down her legs to
the wooden floor. Megan looked down at the wet diapers and saw that she
had messed in them too! She ran to the door to go to the bathroom to
clean herself up and discovered the door had been locked from the
outside. Her mother had locked her in! She hadn't even known there was a
key for the old-fashioned warded lock. Megan sank to her knees and
cried, "What am I going to do? How will I ever face my friends? I can't
go out in diapers! Everyone will laugh at me!"
She wept like a little girl, bent over on her knees with her face in her
hands. Megan heard the key turning in her door and looked up to see her
mother standing there with an apron tied around her waist. Alice looked
back at her and frowned saying, "Megan! Why did you take off your
diaper? You'll make a mess all over the floor! When I put you in a
diaper, I expect you to stay in it, young lady, until I come to change
you! Well??"
Megan looked back at her in confusion.
"What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?", her mother
demanded.
"I....I wet my....myself!", Megan replied with an expression of
embarrassed torment. As she was talking the sound of rushing water came
up from the floor beneath her and she looked down to see what was
happening. "Momma," she cried, "momma, I'm doing it again! I'm peeing
everywhere! Help me!"
Her mother shook her head in disappointment at her daughter's slowness
and said, "Of course you're doing it again! Why do you think I put you
in diapers? Don't you remember last night? Don't you remember what we
told you?"
Megan shook her head 'no'. "Maybe this will help you remember!", she
said taking a plastic baggie filled with pot from the pocket of her
apron.
Megan looked astonished and her mother ordered, "Get up from there and
come over to the mirror! Come on, that mess will wait for me to clean it
up. Stand up and come over to the mirror."
Megan stood up and walked unsteadily over to the full length dressing
mirror hung on the closet door. Something seemed to be wrong with her
legs! She could barely walk! When she looked in the mirror the
reflection of a ten year old girl stared back at her. The events of the
previous night came back to her in a rush and she screamed. Alice walked
over to her little girl and calmly slapped her across the face.
"Hush!!", she ordered, "Do you think I want to listen to your
caterwauling? Now march yourself into the bathroom so I can get you
cleaned up, young lady or I'll give you something you can really cry
about!"
She followed Megan into the bathroom and turned on the faucet on the
tub, saying, "Just stand right there, young lady, while I get that mess
you made on the floor cleaned up. If you want to be useful, you can
watch the water level in the tub for me. That ought to be easy enough
even for you, Megan!"
She returned a few minutes later and dumped the contents of the dirty
diaper into the toilet. Her mother unrolled a handfull of toilet paper
from the dispenser, brusquely wiped her daughter's bottom and tossed the
filthy paper into the toilet bowl. It was followed by the plastic baggie
from her apron pocket. Then she flushed the toilet as Megan looked on.
"Get into the tub and sit down, Megan. I want you to soak for awhile
while I take care of this diaper."
Megan complied docilely and soon found herself drowsing in the warm
relaxing water. Alice came back into the bathroom, wet a washcloth and
scrubbed Megan's back. She told Megan to lie back in the water and relax
while she washed her front. Megan did as she was told and discovered she
liked the personal attention her mother was giving her. She hadn't been
bathed by her mother since she was a small child. She fell asleep in the
tub and dreamed she was laying beside a stream flowing through a rich
green country of rolling hills and pastures. She could hear the water
tumbling over the rocks and splashing against the banks of the stream.
The sound was somehow musical and reminded her of a lullaby she had
heard long ago. She lay back passively against the mossy hillock and
felt herself become one with the land. She knew Mother Earth would
protect her from anything harmful as she drifted aimlessly in thought.
Suddenly Megan felt herself being shaken awake by her mother. Alice was
shouting, "Megan! Wake up! Get out of that water right now! Do you hear
me? Stand up!'
Megan hastened to her feet and nearly slipped in the tub as her mother
took her hand. The sound of the stream was still there!!? Megan looked
around the bathroom in sleepy confusion. Where was the sound coming
from? She looked down and saw to her shame that she was making the
noise! She was peeing in the tub like a toddler! Megan tried to get out
of the tub, but was stopped by her mother saying, "Just stand there
until it stops, Megan. Then I'll dry you off and put you into some clean
diapers."
Megan looked at her mother in horror and began to cry. "I'm turning into
a baby!", she wailed.
Her mother nodded in agreement as the steady stream turned into a slow
drip and said, "You brought it all on yourself, Dear. Now get out of
that tub so momma can dry you off!"
Megan stepped out of the tub with her mother's help and stood motionless
while she was dried. Then her mother led her by the hand into her
bedroom, rediapered her and sat her on the edge of the bed while her
mother got a clean plastic panty from the dresser drawer.
Megan felt numb. She didn't know what she should do or say. Her entire
world had turned upside-down. She wanted to scream and beat on her
mother's chest in rage. The diaper was horrid! It was shameful! Megan
looked down and plucked at the fleecy white cloth separating her legs.
The clean smell of baby powder wafted up to her nostrils, bringing back
memories of happier, innocent times. The soft flannelette carressed the
skin on her inner thighs comfortably. Megan pinched the thick fabric
between her fingers and knew that it would easily absorb any "accident"
she had. Wearing a diaper was humiliating, but it also made her feel
secure. She wanted to run and hide herself in her mother's arms. It felt
like her feelings for everything were at war with each other. She wanted
to feel angry with her mother for what she had done to her, but she was
terrified of being alone. She didn't know what to think!
Megan's mother returned and said, "Lift your feet, Honey, so momma can
put the panties over your feet."
Megan did as she was told as her mother pulled the plastic pants up her
legs. "Now stand up, Honey. Momma wants to tuck the edges over your
diaper so it won't leak."
Megan stood dutifully as her mother finished tugging the pants over her
diaper and folded the elastic waist band over the top of her diaper. Her
mother patted Megan's behind affectionately as she finished and said,
"There you go, Honey! As snug as a bug in a rug. Why don't you lay down
so momma came get you comfortable?"
Her mother lay her down on the bed and propped Megan up with pillows.
Alice turned on the tv and tuned it to a children's cartoon show before
removing the tuner and volume knobs and putting them in her apron
pocket. "Why don't you relax and watch some tv while momma makes you
some breakfast. Okay, Honey?", said her mother.
Megan nodded dully as her mother covered her legs with a blanket and
gave her one of the old stuffed toys from her childhood to hold. Her
mind was blank. The horror of what was happening to her was too great
for her to deal with. She lay passively on the bed watching cartoons
until her mother returned with her breakfast. Alice returned with a tray
of food and told her daughter, "Okay, Megan, Here's your breakfast."
Megan sat stone-still on the bed. "Megan? Megan? Do you hear me?",
inquired her mother. She bent over to check Megan's breathing and asked
again, "Megan? Do you hear momma?"
Megan remained impassive.
Alice shrugged and tucked a napkin around Megan's neck, positioned the
table over Megan's legs and began to feed her like a small child. Megan
accepted the food and chewed, her eyes focused on the cartoon playing in
front of her. When she had finished the plate, her mother wiped her face
with the napkin and removed the tray. Megan acted like she had never
seen her mother come in; a tiny smile tugged at the corners of Megan's
mouth as she watched the children's show intently. Alice took the tray
away and came back to put Megan down for her nap. She took the pillows
from beneath her back and eased her onto the mattress. Megan struggled
briefly to keep her eyes locked onto the tv and then went limp in
acceptance of her mother's desires. Alice rolled Megan on her side and
carefully placed the teddy bear Megan had been gripping into Megan's
arms. Megan wrapped her arms around the fuzzy toy tightly and closed her
eyes as her mother gently tucked the blanket in around her. She drifted
off to sleep before her mother left the room.
Megan awoke with a wet diaper and began shivering in disgust. She put
her thumb in her mouth and sucked it in an attempt to comfort herself.
When her mother came in to wake Megan from her nap, she found Megan
curled into a fetal ball, sucking her thumb industriously with her eyes
open. Alice bent over her daughter and kissed her on her forehead and
said gently, "Wake up, little girl! Come on, honey, it's time for
momma's girl to get up."
Megan looked at her mother as if it was the first time she had seen her
that day. Recognition danced in her eyes and she put out her arms and
said, "Momma! I had such bad dreams momma! I thought I was all growed up
and had been very, very bad. Make the bad dreams stop momma! I'll be
good!"
Her mother stroked the hair on Megan's head and said, "Don't worry about
a thing, sweetiepie. Momma's here. Momma will take care of everything
for her baby girl."
Megan nodded and buried her head against her mothers leg. Alice sat on
the edge of the bed and gathered Megan into her arms to hold her. Megan
said with plaintive tears running down her face, "I'm sorry momma! I
didn't mean it. Pleaaase don't make me be a baby again. I'll be good! I
promise!"
Alice patted Megan on the back and rocked her from side to side saying,
"Hush baby, it's alright. Don't cry baby. Momma's here."
"Please don't turn me into a baby, momma!", Megan wept pitifully.
"Hush baby, it will all be over tomorrow. It won't be so bad, you'll
see," Alice said, trying to console her daughter.
"But I don't want to be a baby!", Megan wailed and sunk her face into
Alice's shoulder and sobbed.
"I'm sorry, Honey, there's nothing I can do about it. If I stop giving
you the formula now, you'll still turn into a baby. It'll only take a
little longer, that's all. It's too late. There's nothing momma can do
about it."
Megan continued to sob as her mother held and comforted her. She moved
to get closer to her mother and realized for the first time since waking
that she was sitting in a dirty diaper. "Mommy," she whined, "I pooped
in my diaper. Would you change it for me, please?"
Her mother nodded and laid Megan on her back and changed her daughter's
soiled diaper. Megan remained silent throughout the change, holding on
to the teddy bear and sucking her thumb. She looked like she was a very
young seven years old. Alice smiled at the diapered little girl who lay
before her and said, "If Megan promises to be good, momma will let her
come downstairs and play. Would Megan like that?"
Megan shook her head 'yes' and Alice helped her out of the bed. Megan s
wayed on her feet unsteadily as her mother took her by the hand and led
her to the stairs. She was having trouble walking straight and tended to
waddle like a toddler. Megan held on to the stair rails with both hands
to negotiate the steps and it took her several minutes to go down one
flight of stairs. Alice led her shrunken daughter into the sitting room
and helped her sit down on the rug. Megan looked around her and said
with a hint of bewildered whimper in her voice, "What will I do momma?
I've forgotten how to play. Would you play with me?"
He mother smiled and said, "Momma will do better than that. It's time
for Eileen to come home from school. Would you like me to see if she can
come over and play with you?"
Megan looked at her mother and said, "But Eileen's too young for me,
momma! She's only ten years old!"
Her mother smiled and said, "I don't think you'll have to worry about
Eileen being too young for you, Megan. Would you like me to call her?"
Megan nodded and her mother left to use the phone. A few minutes later
the doorbell rang and Eileen came in accompanied by Alice. "Look who's
come over to play with you, Megan!", her mother said in a happy tone.
Megan looked up and realized she had been wrong about Eileen being too
young for her; Eileen simply towered over her. She looked at Eileen
fearfully as her mother said, "Megan, momma has to run to the store to
get something for dinner. I'm going to leave Eileen in charge while I'm
gone. Do you understand me? I want you to do what Eileen says, you're
too young to leave at home without supervision. I'll be back in an hour.
You can play in the backyard or watch tv. I don't want you going out
front for any reason. Do you understand me? For any reason!! Eileen, if
Megan wets or dirties her diapers, there are clean diapers on the
dresser in her bedroom at the top of the stairs. Just put the soiled
diapers in the diaper pail."
"Yes, mam!", answered Eileen politely.
Alice picked up her pocketbook from the entry table and left after
blowing them a kiss. Eileen took Megan by the hand and said, "Stand up
Megan! I want to see how big you are now!"
Megan shook her head 'no' and turned her head away. She had no intention
of being under the care of a little girl who was less than half her age.
WHAP!!! The force of the blow on her cheek almost knocked her down. Her
eyes crossed momentarily and her ears rang from the concussion. She
looked at Eileen in surprise as her babysitter prepared to slap her
again.
"No! Don't!", screamed Megan, "I'm getting up! See! Don't hit me again!"
She got up and cowered in front of her ten-year-old babysitter. Eileen
was at least two heads taller than Megan. Eileen smiled cruelly and
said, "My mother told me that you and Peter were naughty in our house
the other day. I guess you and Peter won't be naughty in anyone's house
again, will you? She told me that you and Peter are going to be the same
age as Jeffie. I'm glad my baby brother will have some friends to play
with in the daycare center. I think you and Jeffie will look adorable
crawling around the floor in your diapers, don't you?"
Megan blanched at the thought of spending her days as a client in a
childcare center. "You look pale Megan, are you getting enough sun? I
think you should go out in the backyard and play for awhile.", Eileen
said.
She opened a paper bag, took out a lacy infant sunbonnet and said,
"Here, I wouldn't want your nice complexion to get burned by the
afternoon sun. Let me put this on you before you go out."
She tied the sunbonnet on Megan's head and said, "Come on, Megan. It's
time you went out and got some sun." Eileen seized her hand and dragged
her to the back door with Megan pleading, "Please, pleaaase Eileen,
don't do this! I don't have anything on! I don't want anyone to see me
like this!"
Eileen laughed and said, "Of course you have something on, silly! You're
wearing diapers! My mother told me about that topless bikini you bought
last year for going to the beach. The bikini doesn't cover nearly as
much as your diapers do! You don't have anything to be embarrassed
about. I'm sure all the boys in the neighborhood will think you look
sweet in your diapers. Isn't that what you want? Don't you want boys to
notice you? They're sure to get a good look at you through the chain
link fence around your yard. As a matter of fact they're playing ball
right now in the field next to your backyard. Let's go out to meet
them."
Eileen threw open the screen door and pushed Megan down the stairs.
Megan landed in a heap on the ground attracting the attention of the
children playing in the ballfield next door. Eileen waved to the other
children who came running up to the fence to see the girl Eileen had
been telling them about at school. Eileen hauled Megan to her feet and
pulled her over to the fence so everyone could get a good look.
"Eileen!", one of them called, "Is that her? She doesn't look like
Megan, she's only six or seven years old! I think you were fibbing to
us!"
Eileen seeing her reputation on the line, punched Megan in the ribs and
said, "Tell them your name! Go on, tell them your name or I'm going to
pull down your diapers and spank you in front of everyone!"
Megan hung her head and said in a low voice, "I'm Megan."
"What did she say?", one of the other children asked. Megan said,
"Louder!
I don't think everyone heard it!"
Megan closed her eyes and said, "I'M MEGAN!!"
Everyone started laughing and giggling at the ridiculous spectacle the
diapered seven-year-old made.
"Are those really diapers on her?", one of the girls asked.
Eileen swatted Megan on the bottom and said, "They want to know if
you're
really wearing diapers, Megan. Go over to the fence and give them a good
look at what you're wearing."
Megan waddled over to the fence producing howls of laughter from the
neighborhood children. Megan realized that if she was ever allowed to
grow up again she'd have to leave town. They'd never let her live this
down. Megan stood silently at the side of the fence as the children
crowded around to see the big baby. A nicely dressed girl of about
eleven asked Eileen, "Does she really HAVE to wear those diapers? I
mean, does she wet them and everything, just like a baby?"
Eileen pushed Megan against the fence and said, "Here, put your hand
down her diapers and see for yourself."
The girls in the crowd giggled in embarrassment while the boys hooted in
amusement. No one seemed to want to check the truth of what Eileen had
said. Megan struggled to get away from the fence but Eileen was to
strong for her. One of the girls who babysat on a regular basis came
forward and said, "I'll check her diaper. I babysit for Mrs. Stevens
three times a week. Her diapers can't be any worst than Mrs. Stevens'
two-year-old's!"
She put her hand through the fence and slid her hand down the front of
Megan's diaper. The girl's eyes widened in surprise and she said,
"Eileen's right. She does pee in her dydee! Turn her around Eileen and
I'll check the rear of her diaper too, I want to see if she poops in
them too!"
Eileen grabbed Megan by the arms and started to turn Megan's back to the
fence. Megan had had enough; her eyes rolled up in the back of her head
and she swayed against Eileen. Suddenly, Megan dropped to the ground and
lay there as if she were a puppet whose strings had been cut. The
children, sensing that something might really be wrong, began backing
away from the fence. They didn't want to be blamed for anything that had
happened to Megan. The crowd of children melted away like a snowman in
the first warm spell of spring, leaving Eileen and Megan alone in the
yard. Eileen, frightened by the thought that she had gone too far,
yelled, "Come on, Megan. I think you've had enough sun. Let's get you
into the house!"
She helped Megan to her feet and up the stairs into the house. Megan
stumbled blindly through the door into her mother's kitchen. When she
started to collapse on the floor, Eileen put her arm around her back and
supported her under her armpit. Eileen brought Megan back into the
sitting room and dumped the distraught girl onto the rug. She knelt down
and unfastened the sunbonnet from Megan's head, saying, "Would you like
something to drink Megan? Are you thirsty?"
Megan nodded weakly and dropped her head limply to the carpet. Eileen
got up and returned the sunbonnet to the paper bag, withdrawing another
object in it's place. She sat down on the carpet beside Megan and said,
"Here, Megan. Here's some of Jeffie's formula to drink. He won't miss
it. Come on baby, I brought it over just for you!"
Megan took the bottle from Eileen's hand and began suckling the nipple
feebly. Eileen smiled and patted Megan's head, saying, "Gooood baby!!
See? It doesn't taste that bad! You'll get used to it. See how easy it
is to drink from a baby bottle? Tomorrow you won't be able to drink from
anything else."
She sat and watched as Megan consumed about half the bottle. Eileen
reached over Megan's prostrate body and sat her up to pat her back. The
girls heard the front door slam shut and Alice and Melissa walked into
the sitting room just as Megan loosed an enormous belch. Megan dropped
the bottle to the carpet and whimpered, "Momma! Please help me momma!
Eileen's being mean to me!"
Alice looked down the girls and said, "Eileen, have you been mean to
Megan?"
Eileen shook her head 'no' while saying, "No mam. I don't know what
she's talking about. I took her in the back yard to play and talked to
my friends over the fence. Then I took her back in the house and asked
her if she was thirsty. She said she was so I gave her a bottle to
drink! I was burping her when you walked in."
Alice looked at Megan sternly and said, "Is that true Megan? It doesn't
sound like she was mean."
"It wasn't that way at all," Megan cried. "She made me go out in the
yard so all the kids in the neighborhood could make fun of me! She even
let one of them put her hand down in my diaper!"
Alice frown and said, "Is that true, Eileen?"
Eileen replied with an innocent expression, "Yes, mam. You see Suzy....,
You know Suzy who babysits for Mrs. Stevens down the street? She wanted
to see if Megan was wet. I didn't think there was anything wrong with
that, so I let her."
The corners of Alice's lips turned up in an expression that threatened
to become a smile and she asked, "And was she? Was Megan wet?"
Eileen nodded and said, "Yes, mam. She was."
"And did you change her diaper?", Alice queried.
Eileen shook her head 'no' and said, "No, mam. I didn't."
"And why not?", Alice demanded.
"Because, I'd just have to change them again after she finished her
bottle.", Eileen replied smugly.
"Ahh yes, the bottle. Why did you make Megan drink from a baby bottle?",
Alice asked.
"Because I didn't want her to make a mess all over the rug. I was afraid
she'd spill it if I gave it to her in a glass.", Eileen explained.
"I see.", said Megan's mother. She looked at Megan and asked, "Megan, is
everything she told me true?"
"Yes, momma...but she..", Megan started to say.
"But me no buts, young lady! I asked you a question! Is what Eileen said
true?", demanded her mother.
"Yes, momma. But she was MEAN to me!!!", Megan shouted in frustration.
"That will be quite enough out of you, little girl! It doesn't sound
like
she did anything to you that she shouldn't. Finish your bottle quickly.
Melissa's here for your treatment and doesn't have much time. There are
other babies in this town who need her quite as much as you do, little
girl!", Alice said in an angry tone.
"The bottle!!? You mean I have to drink from a baby bottle?", Megan
asked with a hurt expression on her face.
"Finish it, NOW!!!", Alice ordered grimly.
Megan put the nipple into her mouth with an air of wounded dignity and
resumed sucking as Eileen stood by with an ugly smirk on her face.
Presently she finished the bottle and Eileen pounded her back to wind
her. Megan belched in spite of herself and blushed in embarrassment. Her
mother took the bottle from her hands and said, ""Let's take her up to
her room for the treatment. I don't want her to have an 'accident' on
the carpet."
The two women half carried the girl up to her room and laid her on her
bed. Megan's mother unfastened the moist diaper and rolled her over on
her stomach as Megan pleaded with them to stop. Alice was unperturbed by
her daughter's begging; they quickly prepared and injected the enema
into her bottom. Melissa said, "I think we can just hold her cheeks
tight this time instead of using a tampon. Her anus is too small for me
to insert it and I might hurt her. Also, the second treatment doesn't
have to stay in her rectum as long as the first. The structure of the
tissues have changed due to the earlier treatment. She'll absorb the
treatment faster than she did the last time we gave it to her. Here, you
sit on one side of her and I'll sit on the other. I can spell you if you
get tired."
They held the solution in her for thirty minutes before they let Megan
expel the fluid from her rear onto the damp diaper. Megan squirmed in
discomfort but said nothing. She realized that argument was useless.
Alice cleaned her bottom with a wet washcloth and applied ointment to
her anus saying, "I think Megan's getting her first case of diaper rash
since she was two. You need a little cream there, cupcake." She powdered
her behind and laid a clean diaper on the bed before having Megan roll
over on top of it. She rubbed cream into the folds of skin between her
legs and powered her saying, "There now, sweetiepie. Doesn't that feel
better?"
Megan nodded dumbly and watched as her mother went to the dresser and
retrieved a pair of diaper pins. Alice held the pins with her lips as
she bent over her daughter and fastened the diaper around her waist. An
image of her mother from long ago flashed into Megan's mind. It was a
memory of a much younger version of her mother bending over her in the
same way with pins in her mouth. Megan could not have been more than a
year and a half years old at the time. Megan got a sinking feeling in
her stomach as she realized that she was feeling the same emotions she
had felt when she had first looked up and seen her mother looking down
at her when she was a baby. Her mother looked so,...commanding....so
powerful! She hadn't realized what a strong face her mother had. All the
years of struggling for independence had made her forget just how
majestic her mother had appeared to her as a child. It was so easy just
to lay there passively and let her mother take care of her. Megan knew
she'd never be able to oppose her mother again if she didn't fight her
now, but the look on her mother's face prevented her from saying a word.
Megan lay back and slipped into helpless dependence as her mother tended
her body.
Alice finished by slipping a clean pair of plastic panties up her legs
and over the diaper, then sat on the bed again beside her daughter.
"Look Melissa," she pointed out to her friend, "....her boobies are gone
now. She's as flat-chested as a little boy. She's how old do you think?
Five?"
Melissa said, "About five, I think." She laughed and said, "At least for
the moment. Here, roll her over so I can give her the injection."
Alice rolled Megan on her tummy again as Melissa pulled down the top of
her diaper and shoved the needle into her behind. She pushed the plunger
home and withdrew the needle saying, "That's all Megan! That's the last
treatment. We won't have to do this again. Here, let me pull your diaper
up and then you can sit up on the bed. You should start feeling the
effects of the treatment any minute."
Melissa was right, Megan felt a tingle run up and down her body. The
tingle became a vast shiver that run up and down the long muscles of her
body. Melissa noted the change and said softly, "It's starting to take
effect. Look, her muscles are starting to spasm!"
Megan shook violently as her muscles went into tetany and then relaxed
only to begin the cycle anew a few seconds later. Her insides felt like
they were churning within her. It felt like her body was building up to
something. She felt a 'tension' growing within her, threatening to
release itself at any moment.
The world exploded! Lights flashed and a high pitched sound screamed in
her ears. It was like an orgasm, only magnified a thousand times! Megan
arched her back in one final spasm and moaned, then fell back to the
bed. Her mother sat down on the bed beside her and stroked her forehead
with her hand comfortingly and said, "Now Megan will be momma's little
baby girl again. I forgive you for all the bad things you've done. You
don't have to worry about anything, Honey. Momma will take care of you.
You can play with your little boyfriends all you want now. You won't be
able to get into any trouble. How do you feel?"
Megan drooled and said, "Mommga....mmmmga...ccaaannnt....taaaallcc!"
Melissa smiled, saying, "The accelerator has started to work. I think
she
was trying to say that she can't talk. Why don't we bring her down to
Eileen and let her babysit Megan while we get Megan's room ready for the
final transformation?"
Alice hoisted the little girl up to her shoulder and carried her down
the stairs. When they arrived, Eileen saw Megan and exclaimed, Oh, she's
darling! Can I hold her? How old is she now? Four?"
Melissa looked at Megan with a critical scientist's eye and said, "About
three and a half, I'd say. Could you babysit her for us while we get her
room ready? It should only be an hour or so."
Eileen grinned and assured them she'd be happy to look after the baby.
Alice and Melissa went up to the room and began redecorating. The
squeaks and thumps of heavy objects being moved resonated in the sitting
room below. It was clear from the sound that they were replacing the
furniture in Megan's room.
Megan lay in Eileen's arms in a state of psychic shock. Eileen cuddled
her and cooed ingratiatingly down at the small child who had once been
her babysitter. Megan buried her head against Eileen's shoulder and
whimpered softly as the treatment continued to work. When Alice and
Melissa came down the stairs they found Megan fast asleep in Eileen's
arms with her thumb in her mouth.
The phone rang and Alice answered it and listened silently to the
caller.
Her face clouded and she motioned to Alice and said into the phone,
"Eileen's mother is here visiting. Would you mind telling her what you
just told me?" Alice laid the phone on the table as Audrey came over to
pick it up. "Oh??...Really!!...Thank you very much for sharing
that...Bye!...."
Eileen looked quite puzzled as Audrey hung up the phone. She smiled
darkly at Eileen, sending a chill through her spine. "Melissa, I need to
talk to you alone please!...."
They went into the kitchen, leaving Megan in Eileen's arms under Alice's
watchful eye. Minutes later the ladies came back, smiling at Eileen
evilly. "I think it's time to go home, Eileen. I just found out what an
irresponsible babysitter you've been. You've been a very bad girl, do
you know that?"
She took Megan from Eileen and handed her into her mother's waiting
arms.
Audrey continued, "You also are a liar and for that, I'm going to wash
your mouth out with soap. Then..."
"What?", said Eileen defensively, "Mommy! How can you talk to me like
that? I haven't done anything! Who was that on the phone? I SAID, WHO
THE FUCK..."
SLAP!!! Audrey slapped the child very hard on the cheek. Eileen reeled
under the impact and saw stars for a moment. "How dare you hit Alice's
baby! You little brat!"
"I'm going to wash out you mouth right now, little girl!", Audrey said,
dragging Eileen into the kitchen. The sound of water running and fleshy
slaps amidst howls of pain came from kitchen as Melissa and Audrey
waited for their return. Eileen emerged from the kitchen with a mouthful
of soapsud dripping down from her chin and her hand firmly locked into
her mother's hand. As she hauled her daughter to the door, Audrey said
to her "Let's get you home, then I'll call Melissa to come give you an
enema injection so that you'll become a baby too!"
"A baby?!!", Eileen wailed, "You don't mean that! Please tell me you're
not going to turn me into a baby!!!"
"You heard me little girl, a baby!! And Suzy is coming over to help me
too," her mother said with grim satisfaction.
"Suzy!!...Was she the one who called? That fucking bitch. Why I..,"
Eileen demanded.
The room resounded with the sound of Audrey's hand slapping Eileen's c
heek once again. "Be QUIET!!! Yes, Suzy! Suzy is going to be your new
babysitter young lady!", ordered her mother.
Melissa came over, grabbed and twisted Eileen's ear to help Audrey drag
her out the door. Melissa said conversationally to Audrey, "We won't
have to give her two treatments, at her age, one enema should be enough
to turn her into a toddler. I'll give an injection of the accelerator
tomorrow to finish changing her into a baby."
Alice stared at Eileen, stroking her sleeping daughter's hair and said,
"I trusted you to take care of my baby and you repaid my trust by
kicking and hitting her. Suzy saw everything you did to Megan and told
me. You've been an irresponsible little brat and I'm glad you mother's
turning you into a baby again. Maybe you'll understand how helpless a
baby is after spending some time in diapers. You'll never get a chance
to hit my baby again! Goodbye!"
Melissa and Audrey said their good-byes and left Megan to the tender
care of her mother. Alice took Megan back upstairs and tucked her little
girl into her crib for the night. Alice sat in the rocking chair beside
Megan's crib and rocked the night away, occasionally getting up to
tighten the diaper on the rapidly diminishing form of her little girl.
The next morning Megan woke to find herself in a nursery. The wall had
been decorated with appliques of Disney characters and there was a
mobile over the head of her crib. She looked around the room with
dismay, all of her old furniture was gone and the room had been accented
with the soft pinks associated with baby girls.
She tried to stand up and found she could barely manage it if she hung
on to the side rails of the crib. They had done it! She was a baby
again! At least she could still think, although she thought in her
present condition it might have been better if she had regressed
mentally too. Then she wouldn't be so embarrassed about wearing diapers.
At least the neighborhood children wouldn't laugh at her for wearing
diapers now she was in a baby's body.
"Diapers! Uh oh," she thought," she realized that while she had been
standing at the side of the crib she had been pooping in them. She had
pooped and never even realized she was doing it! Megan spotted her
mother napping in the rocking chair and called out to her to come and
change her diapers. All that came out was a foolish infantile babble;
"maga!..maga!....cmaaaa..arrr...mmm...chaa...mmmm...die..pa!"
Alice opened her eyes and looked upon her baby girl. "Listen to her,"
she thought to herself, "..she's adorable!"
She got up to check Megan's diaper and discovered that it was both wet
and poopy. She had expected it; Alice remembered that Megan always had a
bowel movement standing at the side of the crib in the mornings when she
was a baby.
She took Megan out of the crib and put her on her new changing table.
Megan cooed in delight as Alice removed her dirty diaper and cleaned her
up. After she powdered Megan, she was so taken with her daughter's
infantile charms that she delayed rediapering her so she could play with
Megan's darling little body. She tickled Megan in the bellybutton and
was rewarded with Megan's happy giggle. Megan squealed in pleasure as
she played "this little piggy goes to market" with her tiny baby toes.
Soon Alice and Megan both were chuckling happily over Alice's
explorations and attentions.
Alice rediapered Megan and put her on her hip to carried her down to the
kitchen to feed her breakfast. She put Megan in the high chair she had
purchased the day before and tied a bib around her neck before going to
the pantry to select Megan's breakfast. Alice sat the jar on the table
outside of Megan's reach and got a baby bottle out of the refrigerator.
Then she went to the stove, put it in a large pot of water and turned on
the gas.
Megan sat in the high chair and wondered what had just happened. Why did
she act that way? She could still think like an adult, why was she
behaving like a baby? Her mother had started talking baby talk and
cooing down at her and she had lost it. She had felt like she was a year
old again and she had reacted like she had when she was that age. Would
this happen again? Megan hoped not, but she suspected that it was going
to become an everyday occurrence with her. It made her want to scream
and drum her legs against the high chair. That too, was an infantile
reaction she realized.
Her mother sat on a chair in front of her and took a spoonful of food
from the bowl, saying, "Open wide, Honey. Here comes the
Choo-choo;..chugga..chugga..chugga..whoo-whoo!"
Megan opened her mouth and let her mother feed her. She was surprised at
how good it tasted. "What IS this?", she thought. "Oatmeal," she
decided, "..oatmeal with something else..I know! It's applesauce!"
Megan continued to eat as her mother shoveled the pureed cereal into her
mouth. Food dripped down her mouth and fell off her chin to land on the
bib. Megan didn't care, she was having a terrific meal! She couldn't get
over how wonderful the baby food tasted. Megan put out her arms and
gurgled in glee. Alice finished feeding her the jar and took the bottle
of warmed formula from the pot, tested the temperature against her wrist
and gave the bottle to Megan. Megan sucked on the nipple tentatively and
was surprised again to discover how the formula tasted. It was
delicious! The smooth sweet formula rolled down her throat and made her
feel warm all the way to her toes. Megan had to think for a moment how
it made her feel. "It makes me feel....feel all cuddly inside.", she
thought, wriggling with pleasure. She made loud sucking noises as she
worked her way through her morning bottle.
Alice smiled as she drank her morning coffee and watched her daughter's
antics. It was apparent from the expression on her face that Megan was
enjoying her ba-ba. She was guzzling the formula like a too sober wino
with a full bottle of muscatel. Melissa had told her it would be weeks
before Megan adjusted to her new life as a baby, but you couldn't tell
from Megan's behavior. She was acting the same way she had acted when
she was a baby. She had thought she would wait for Megan to accept her
new role as a baby before enrolling her in the daycare where Jeffie was
going, but Megan's behavior indicated that she should have no problems
there. You couldn't tell her behavior from any other one-year-old's.
She'd have to remember to burp her when Megan got finished with the
bottle, Alice thought. From the sounds she was making, she was probably
swallowing a lot of air along with her formula. Megan emptied the bottle
and sat with a glazed expression on her face. "Uh oh," Alice thought and
rushed to get up and burp her before the inevitable happened. She was
too late. Megan half-burped, half-threwup her last swallows of formula.
Megan looked up at her mother with a confused expression on her face.
"What happened?", Megan thought to herself as her mother wiped her face
with the bottom of the bib. "Ohhh, I spit up!", she thought as her
mother began patting her on the back to relieve some of the pressure.
Megan belched, sat back in the chair and promptly peed in her diaper.
She felt wonderful! Her morning hunger sated, she looked around the room
to see if anything was different. The curtains in the breakfast nook
moved in the light morning breeze, letting a ray of sunshine fall upon
Megan. Megan sighed and yawned sleepily, then peed again.
Megan felt sooooo comfortable. The padded seat of the high chair was
just right for her and she closed her eyes in contentment. She had never
imagined being a baby felt like this. Even wearing diapers wasn't so bad
once you got used to them, she thought. They were so soft and sensuous
against her skin and gave her a wonderful feeling of freedom. It was
almost like being naked and still protected, all at the same time. She
moved her legs together so she could feel the thick cloth cupped around
her little bottom. The bottom of the diaper felt deliciously warm next
to her, it was almost like she was sitting on a heating bottle.
WARM!! She had peed in her diapers! She drew her knees together again
and felt the material squish between her legs. She had peed and wasn't
even aware of it. How long had she been sitting in wet diapers before
she discovered it? Had she wet them before she had breakfast or after?
Megan found the thought disquieting. Should she signal her mother to
change her or would she wet them again in a few minutes? She squished
them again experimentally to see how they felt. It didn't feel bad, she
discovered, it was kind of fun to sit in wet diapers. She decided to
forget about it. Her mother was still drinking her coffee and probably
didn't want to change her diapers anyway.
A few minutes after that Megan let loose a little baby fart and started
giggling. She put her thumb in her mouth and began sucking it without
noticing were her thumb was. Alice looked at Megan and thought she would
have to change her diaper after breakfast, the smell of the fart had
reached her and told her baby Megan had pooped. Megan seemed to be
comfortable, so she decided to wait. "Besides," she thought, "Megan
needed to get used to wearing dirty diapers. She was going to spend a
long time in diapers, she should get used to the feeling that using them
made. I don't want her holding back and getting constipated."
She looked at the kitchen clock and decided that she'd change Megan
before she took her shopping. She had waited to buy her clothes until
she saw what size she turned out to be and now all she had were cloth
dydees and plastic panties. "She needs sleepers, onesies, some t-shirts,
diaper covers and some sundresses to play in. Maybe I'll buy Megan a
party dress too. Something pink, with lots of ruffles." she thought,
"Megan looked so sweet in pink when she was a baby years ago. I think
I'll call her friends' parents and see if a can't arrange a baby shower
for those of us who have new babies in the house. She can wear her new
dress then. Oh and I almost forgot, I can't take her to the daycare
unless I get her a diaper bag and disposable diapers." Audrey looked at
the kitchen clock and thought, "Oh dear, look at the time. I hadn't
realized it was so late, it's time to get ready."
She lifted Megan from her high chair and carried her into the sitting
room where she placed her in her new playpen. Megan cooed and giggled as
Alice placed a series of brightly colored toys in front of her so she
would have something to do while Alice changed her clothes. Alice
returned and found Megan happily banging away on her toys. She picked
her up and took her to her nursery. After changing her diaper, Alice
bundled Megan into the car, strapped her in the baby seat in the rear
and went shopping. They returned several hours later with bags of baby
clothes, disposables and sundries and unpacked, then it was off to the
daycare with Megan. She didn't really need to have someone to look after
Megan for her, but Alice felt Megan would adjust more quickly if she
spent some her day with other babies. Megan was quickly enrolled with
none of the trouble that Jeffie's mother Audrey had experienced.
Apparently Melissa had called the manager and told her to expect Megan
today or tomorrow. She left Megan in the care of the women there and
left to go out and visit her friends who had children in
mid-transformation. She thought they might need reassurance that
everything was going to turn out fine.
Little Megan looked around the daycare in apprehension. She didn't know
any of the adults here and it made her afraid. She crawled around the
floor looking at the other children surrounding her. She spotted Jeffie
and crawled rapidly to his side. He looked adorable in his diapers! She
gurgled and cooed at him trying to get his attention. He ignored her and
rushed across the room on his hands and knees. She sat back on her
diaper in disgust, put her thumb in her mouth and began sucking. Jeffie
saw Peter sucking his bottle and crawled up to him. He took a look at
Peter's bottle for a moment, snatched it from his hands and began
sucking on the nipple. Peter wailed in anger at the theft of his ba-ba.
"It seems like old times!", Megan giggled to herself as she watched the
interplay.
Her attention turned towards the door as she saw Melissa come in
followed closely by Audrey carrying a very angry child. The tot looked
like she was about two years old and was kicking, screaming and
swearing. Melissa went the manager and asked, "Could we borrow one of
the bathrooms for a few minutes, Betty? It's time for Audrey's daughter
to have her medication and I don't want to upset the other children in
the room by letting them see her get a shot."
Megan heard Melissa say as they closed the door to the bathroom, "That's
very naughty language, little girl. Once you get a dose of accelerator,
that's going to stop. You're going to be joining your brother as your
mother's little baby girl. He's waiting for you. I'm sure he'll enjoy
having a baby sister again..."
The door was closed and soon the screaming stopped, followed by an eerie
silence! Megan smiled and thought, "So the little bitch finally got her
comeuppance as well!......" Megan turned back to watch the babies
playing. She grew accustomed to the daycare and soon she was happily
playing on the floor with the other babies. And why not? ALL of her
friends were there!
The End