Baby Talk

Good lord, she is a real peice of work hopefully Reggie coming home and being an easily controlled little boy will make his siblings lives easier. Also I don't know if this was mentioned but what is mom's name? Is it Karen?   Also it seems like to me Reggie will be easily tempted into becoming mommy's baby boy again.

ANNOUNCEMENT: a twenty-eighth tranche, consisting of scenes 81-83, is now up and running on the STORIES page of the site.  Once again, comments have been removed to enable readers to enjoy the story without interruption.  This brings season 2 to a close.

What I'd say to totally shut them up is, "Would you tell a blind person to just go to a doctor to fix their sight?" 

WIDDLE BABY MIKEY “Can I help you, Sir?” Bernice did not expect to find strangers on her doorstep at eight in the morning, and the guy standing in front of her was just that. She put him in his mid-forties, and while he was wearing a coat and tie, she judged both to be in need of a trip to the dry cleaners. Worse yet, he had missed a spot on his chin when he was shaving. The guy's overall appearance was so unkempt that she wondered if he was a tramp looking for a handout. “Clark Rafferty, Hennepin County Community Corrections,” he said as he flashed his badge. “I am a Probation Officer, and I'm here to inspect the quarters of a Tippi Bjornsen, Cindy Carlson, Janis Marsden, and Joyce Wiggins. These four will be reporting to me for the duration of their probation, and from time to time I will be making unannounced visits to their homes, classrooms and workplaces. My job is to make sure that these young ladies are abiding by the terms decreed by the Court, and evaluate their overall behavior. Are you Missus Miller?” “I am.” “Good. After I meet the girls and inspect their rooms, I would like to sit down and talk with you about one odd feature of their probation agreement.” “The diapers?” “The diapers,” Clark agreed. “This is the strangest thing I've ever seen in a court order, but it's there, and I have to make sure that the stipulation is being honored. I'm sure you understand.” “Of course. The girls are all at breakfast, but most have classes at nine, so they'll be finishing up pretty soon. I'll introduce you and then take you up. I change their diapers in the morning, and at night. In the afternoon, they get changed either here or at the hospital, depending upon their schedule.” “Well, it sounds like you've got this well in hand. Are any of my charges making things difficult for you?” “No, not at all. They're all good girls who took the Fraternity Row love affair with crazy stunts way over the line. They understand that the judge let them off easy, and for some of them community service at the hospital has turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Tippi and Cindy, for example, have both been offered extra hours by their supervisors, and their counselors want them to earn extra credit along with the paycheck. They have an appointment later this morning with the Undergraduate Studies adviser in the Business School. They need someone on the faculty over there to oversee this as Directed Study.” “Very good. If they can stay out of trouble, they will come out of this with a clean slate.” “Let me introduce you,” Bernice said as she led him to the table where Cindy and Tippi were just finishing breakfast. “Girls, this is Mister Rafferty … your probation officer.” “May I sit down,” he asked politely. “Sure … and would you like some coffee?” Knowing the drill, Tippi jumped in ahead of Cindy. Reaching for a cup, she didn't bother waiting for an answer. Cozying up to their parole officer was the smart play for anyone in their predicament. “I could use a cup.” “Thanks,” he added when Tippi sat it in front of him. “Miss Bjornsen, I've read your file. You staying away from the booze?” “Very much so, though perhaps not for the reason you think. My doctor has made it clear that alcohol is dangerous for a person with my physique. I'm prepared to take her at her word.” “That's good to hear. So I won't find any spirits in your room; how about you, Miss Carlson?” “Not in my room … not in anyone's room. If you do it and get caught, you get tossed out on your ear. When it comes to alcohol and drugs, Missus Miller is not the forgiving type.” “And how are the diapers working out?” “Are you kidding,” Cindy laughed as she stood up to flaunt her rear end. “I wear this monster from the hospital all the time, and the guys love it. My popularity is off the charts ...” “Forbidden fruit,” Tippi interjected. “I wear the same diaper as Cindy at night, but during the day I wear a much less visible one that Lullaby Diaper Service supplies us. We want to keep Mister Belmondo happy, and putting money in his pocket is a good way to go about it.” “Ah, yes,” Clark grinned, “the famous Grady Compromise. Your benefactor is a very smart man.” “His fiancee, who is my boss at the hospital, has put me to work as his caregiver on campus. He's a wonderful person, and anything that I can do to help ...” “Got it. Let's talk about your grades for a moment.” “I'm an Honors student,” Tippi proudly pointed out. “I'm struggling to maintain a B average,” Cindy confessed. “Dad wants me to major in Business and I've been giving it my all, but my heart's not in it. I take after my grandmother, who was a headliner in the Ziegfeld Follies. American Bandstand wants me to perform my dance routine on the air live from Philadelphia, and in the Spring I'll get top billing for our production of Caberet. We should raise a lot of money for the Theater Arts program.” “Take my card,” Rafferty said as he fished his wallet out of his pocket. “Give me a call when you get hard dates for your trip to Philadelphia, and I'll put a letter in your file granting you permission to leave the state. It's pro forma, but we do have to go through the motions to satisfy the court. The judge expects to receive a detailed report every quarter. So don't do anything that will get you arrested, okay?” “Okay,” Cindy smiled. “I need to check out your rooms,” he went on, “but I would first like to talk with a Janis Marsden and Joyce Wiggins. Are they here?” Tippi looked around, and then pointed at a table on the opposite side of the room. “Bring your coffee,” she said, “and I'll introduce you. They both have classes at nine, so they've already signed up to have their diapers changed.” “Signed up?” “It's first come, first serve around here. Missus Miller, with help from some of the girls who were not involved in our criminal enterprise, changes all of our diapers every morning. There's a sign-up sheet over there outside the office, and she takes us up in groups of four.” Cindy pointed at the short line of girls waiting to sign in. “Poopy diapers get rinsed before going in a pail, then a quick shower and a new diaper. Rash cream gets added as needed.” “It sounds like a lot of work.” “It goes quickly enough,” Tippi noted. “Same thing at the hospital.” “Which reminds me,” Clark said as he snapped his fingers. “I have to talk with your professors and your supervisors, so I'll need to know your class schedule and your hours at the hospital.” “It sounds like a lot of work,” Tippi teased. “Not really. It's all basic stuff. Are you regularly attending class? Are you passing? Do you show up at the hospital on time? Does your work come up to the expectations of your supervisor? Nothing exotic … just the sort of evaluation that is routine in any workplace.” “Mr. Rafferty, this is Janis, and this is Joyce. Guys, this is our Probation Officer. He needs a few minutes of your time, and then he wants to check out our rooms. It's all pretty much what you would expect.” Janis and Joyce both reached up to shake Mister Rafferty's hand. Babs had already schooled them on what to expect. . . . . “So, how was your weekend?” Janis, Wendy and Marilyn were walking toward campus, and Wendy was eager to find out how Marilyn had fared on Saturday night. Frat house keggers, she suspected, were far removed from the world of truly adult entertainment. “The party was fantastic,” Marilyn enthused. “Professor Grady put on a feast fit for a king, and he danced with me! Francine … the lady who works at the diaper service? She changed my diaper, then put me down for the night in a crib. I shared it with the Batgirl, and it looks like I slept on her chest all night long. I had a pacifier, and I never let go of it! It's actually one of Reiko's, but she gave it to me, and I slept with it again last night. It comforts me, and I'm going to go on using it forever!” “Marilyn, it sounds like you want to be treated like a baby,” Janis teased. “You don't need diapers, but you wear them all the time now, and you use them for everything. And now a pacifier!” “I like being babied. When Doctor Robinson was giving Professor Grady his bottles of breast milk in the morning, I got jealous. I want to be fed like that, and guess what? When they start lactating, some of the ladies want to nurse me. I can't wait!” “Marilyn, if you really want breast milk, I can get it for you at the hospital.” Janis was confident that she could add on to the order that Joyce already had in place for Babs. “But this can't be a passing fancy. Wendy and I will bottle feed you, but we will do so morning, noon and night. Are you sure about this?” “Positive! And get this. Yesterday, after we had breakfast we walked over to the rental office, and John and Reiko have signed up to lease a three bedroom unit a few doors to the south of Rita's. They'll move in at the end of the month-- and they are going to turn one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery, complete with a crib and changing table. My nursery for now, but maybe Reiko's after John and I marry.” “Wow,” Wendy and Janie exclaimed more or less simultaneously. “Sweetie, you're really diving into the deep end. You know, you're small enough to fit in a baby crib. Do you want us to take one out of storage down in the basement and set it up for you in our room instead of bringing in a third bed?” Wendy wasn't sure how far Marilyn wanted to take her diaper adventure. “That would be great! Can we? Can we?” “Consider it done,” Janis decided. “But when you are not in class you will be treated like a baby. You will study in your crib, take naps, crawl on the floor and suck on your pacifier. You will speak only when someone asks you a question, and if you speak out of turn you will be spanked. These rules will be rigidly enforced. If this is what you really want, we will make your fantasies come true.” “I want to be a baby. Puh … lese.” “All right, but once you commit to this, you stay committed. Once we get started, there's no backing out. Understand?” “Understand,” Marilyn agreed. “But what about boys? What about scalping? I was really embarrassed on Saturday. Doctor Robinson and Professor Grady retired early, and in no time at all she was screaming her head off. I thought she was hurt, but everybody else was laughing. Until John and my sister explained it to me, I didn't know that this is what people sound like when they're having sex. I don't want to go on being a virgin. I need a boyfriend … someone who can teach me how to be good in bed.” “Babies don't have sex, Marilyn.” Wendy and Janis were looking at one another. “Maybe you should just go on wearing diapers,” Wendy added; “it sounds like kinky sex is what you're really after.” “You think so?” Marilyn knew what she wanted, but not how to get there: enough experience to give as well as receive pleasure in bed with her future husband. . . . . “Want to grab a bite to eat before we tackle calculus?” Mikey and Geri were strolling hand in hand to the Student Union. They had a two hour break between Organic Chemistry and Calculus, and planned to spend it at ZAP's table in the basement level cafeteria. “Let me guess … a cheeseburger and fries.” Geri didn't bother hiding her disapproval. Mikey seemed to live on saturated fat. “A bacon cheeseburger and fries,” Mikey retorted. He was very particular about what went on his burger, and even more so when it came to pizza. “I don't understand how anyone could be hungry after sitting through the gibberish Professor Reyerson threw at us. I don't think I understood anything he said.” “Reaction mechanisms can be tricky, but we catch a break tomorrow with alcohols, ethers and epoxides. Then on Wednesday we get the final review, which tells us what to expect on the final exam. After that, we dive into the filing cabinet down in our basement, pull out the folder with all the old Organic Chemistry I finals, and match up the questions with what's covered in the review. Trust me, Geri; the exam will be a piece of cake.” “Hope so. Now, how's your diaper?” “Clean and dry, and planning to stay that way until we get back to the house.” “That was quite a surprise you brought me this morning Mikey. Once we're married, there are going to be some big changes in your diet.” Now that he was no longer using the toilet, Mikey remained in his thick nighttime diaper until he walked over to ZAP, where Geri changed him in the guest bedroom. During the night, Mikey had had a massive bowel movement, which coated his testicles and butt cheeks all the way up to his lower back. It had taken Geri more than ten minutes to wipe him clean before pinning him into his thinner daytime diaper. Secretly, Geri was pleased with how easy it had been to return Mikey to infancy. After one hard spanking he had become truly submissive. He no longer questioned the need to wear diapers, no longer complained about being wet and dirty, and slept with a pacifier in his mouth all night long. He loved nursing on baby bottles, and he had made it clear that he longed for the day when she would start breast feeding him. Geri was going to buy a breast pump once finals were over, and she hoped to start producing milk within a couple of months. After that, weaning Mikey off greasy burgers would be just a matter of time. Breast milk and baby food would condition him to poop five or six times a day, runny poop that would be easy for her deal with. “I love you, Mommy, and I'm sorry that I cause you so much trouble.” “It's okay, Michaela; all babies have the occasional blowout. I'm just glad your diaper and baby pants held it all, and you didn't get anything on your beautiful new baby dress. I think you are the most darling baby girl I have ever seen.” Geri had gone to a costume shop and bought Mikey a pink baby dress with puff sleeves and white lace trim. He had slept in it on Saturday night, sucking on his pacifier and with his head shrouded in a matching pink baby bonnet. In the privacy of his room, she had not changed him until Sunday afternoon, wanting him to become comfortable in infantile dress and dirty diapers alike. “For a change, I'm going to get onion rings with my burger; you?” “A spinach and avocado salad dressed in olive oil and malt vinegar.” “Yuck,” Mikey exclaimed, wrinkling his nose to drive home what he thought of Geri's choice. “And I'll have a bread stick,” she added. “Now, you said you were dry, but you didn't say whether you need to go pee pee. Mikey, I don't want you to hold it because that's when you're most likely to leak. Go a little here and a little there … dribble into your diaper. It will hold up a lot longer that way, okay?” “Okay, Mommy; if you insist, I'll try. It's just hard to let go.” “Remember, Mikey, the only way you will wet your pants is if you flood your diaper. Try right now.” “While we're walking?” “While we're walking,” Geri agreed. “And when we're sitting down having lunch, and in class. From now on, whenever you feel the slightest urge I want you to go pee pee in your diaper.” Mikey tried, but without success. He thought he might get a little out if he stopped walking, but he knew better than to even ask. All he could do was keep bearing down; surely, if he just kept at it, he would eventually wet. Even a few drops would make Mommy happy. . . . . “Can I bother you for a bit?” Geri looked up to see a coed standing behind Mikey's chair. He was too busy wolfing down onion rings to even notice. “What's up?” “My name's Brenda Lee. We're in the same calculus class.” “Yeah, so?” “I know that you're in Zeta Alpha Pi; I'm in one of the dorms. Our resident advisor told me that your sorority has space available next term, and that you're actively recruiting bedwetters. Is that true? “It is. Laura and I pledged PAL, and we were voted in, but things went south in a hurry when our sisters discovered that we both wet the bed. Our house mom urged us to move to ZAP, which welcomed us with open arms when they learned we were both on the Dean's honor roll. What year are you in?” “Sophomore. And I'm a three five.” “Good enough. I take it you're also a bedwetter?” “Yes, but my roommate isn't, and she wants me gone.” “No one else in the dorm you can room with?” “No one.” “Yeah. Look, why don't you come over for dinner and I'll show you around … introduce you to the rest of the gang. And you can go over the nuts and bolts with Missus Miller, our house mom. The house is more expensive than a dorm, but on the plus side we have the best cook on the Row!” “Fantastic! What time?” “Dinner is six-thirty sharp, but come a bit early. I want you to meet Cindy Carlson, our current Council President, and the rest of the brain trust. They decide who's in and who's out.” “I'll try and get there fifteen minutes early. Anything else?” “How are you doing in calculus?” “Got a solid “B' going into the final. You” ”I'm dragging down a low 'C', and I feel like I'm drowning in Organic Chemistry I. And I'm a Chemistry major! This term is really going to hurt my GPA, so I'm thinking of changing majors. Art History is looking really good right now.” “I haven't declared a major, but I'm leaning towards Speech Communication. I'd like to get on the air, maybe as a weather girl.” “And my roomie want to kick Barbara Walters to the curb. Sounds like you two have a lot in common.” “Brenda, this is my boyfriend Mikey. He's a Delta, so don't offer to shake hands because he's hungry and he might bite it off.” Brenda laughed as she leaned around to get into Mikey's field of view. “I hear that Delta is a party house. Is it true that you all get drunk every weekend?” “Pretty much so,” Mikey got out around a bite of his bacon cheeseburger. “But you're also in our calculus class; when do you study?” “Geri and I hit the books pretty much every night.” “Mikey is also a bedwetter,” Geri hastily remarked. She didn't want Brenda to get any ideas. “But he also has problems during the day, so he wears diapers twenty-four/seven. I keep him clean and dry.” “Clean?” Brenda was thunderstruck. “You mean he not only wets his diapers but messes them?” “Yes. You should have seen the blowout I had to deal with this morning. It took over ten minutes and an entire tub of wet wipes to get the job done.” “Wow! Mikey, you're really lucky to have such a kind and caring girlfriend. I hope you treat her right.” “I try. I try really hard because Geri's the best!” “He tries really hard because there are consequences when he misbehaves.” “Consequences?” Brenda was all ears. “He goes over my lap for a good, old fashioned spanking when he gets out of line. A really serious transgression means a visit from Mister Holeywood, the sorority's ceremonial paddle. Ten swats with Mister Holeywood will have him crying his eyes out like a little baby.” “Incredible! Geri, I envy you. I'm dominant by nature, and I want a boyfriend like Mikey. They should all be in diapers … no toilet privileges whatsoever … and regular spankings is just the ticket to remind them who's boss.” “It works for us. Mikey, show Brenda your pacifier.” Visibly reluctant but not wanting a spanking, which Mikey knew Geri would promptly administer in the ladies room up on the fourth floor, he took it out of his pocket. “Where does a pacifier belong, Mikey?” Mikey slipped it into his mouth and began sucking. “It's pink,” Brenda gasped. “Just like his baby pants and his onesie. Come upstairs with me after lunch. I have to check his diaper, and you can watch.” “Fantastic! Thank you Geri; you have so much to teach me.” “My pleasure. Mikey can use his pacifier anytime he wants, but there's a rule. Once it goes into his mouth, it stays there until I remove it or give him permission to do so. Any violation of the rule means a trip over my lap and a visit from Mister Holeywood.” “Can I watch when you spank him? I want to see him cry!” “Of course. Now, finish your lunch, Mikey. Your food is getting cold.” Happily, Mikey returned the pacifier to his pocket before getting back to work on his burger and onion rings. Brenda was kinda cute, and he was looking forward to having her help with his diaper changes.

White preferrably.