Baby Talk

77. Adult Choices Once they had all reached some kind of agreement, Gabby was more than eager to change the subject. There were other things to discuss, less controversial topics like the latest rumours about a famous comics author being sequestered in a Birmingham hotel to work on the story for a film that hadn’t even been announced yet. Tess nodded to a couple of comments, but dashed off to the bathroom as soon as the two grown-ups weren’t looking in her direction. She was lucky, she knew. Any other day, she would have ended up humiliated in front of people whose opinion she really cared about. Of course, Ffrances could probably guess that she was having problems with her bladder control; but she might think it was something like a little leak. Being too stubborn to excuse herself for such a long conversation would have shown a whole new level of childishness, one that Tess was sure she would be more comfortable dealing with on her own. This wasn’t some medical problem, or any kind of stress-related issue. This evening she couldn’t put the blame on anything but her own attitude, and that really stung. She had been lucky that she was wearing a diaper. Less so in that it was already leaking around the edges, and she had to wash herself thoroughly before she could feel clean again. At least it meant she could keep that little accident a secret. She knew that they would wonder where she had got to, so she gathered a bunch of fluffy towels from her room and turned on the shower. “I don’t have anything to hide,” she told herself, as if she could believe it. “I’ve finished school for the year, it’s time to relax. Clean Tess for a new start. Maybe a new style.” That almost sounded believable; if she wanted to change her appearance, the winter break was a good time to try out new things. After stepping out of the shower, enjoying the feelings of both cleanliness and warmth, she tried putting her hair up. She would have to dry it before experimenting properly with different styles, but she could imagine it might be nice to try something different. In a way she was celebrating: she had made it through another year, and proved that she could cope without the constant support of her parents. She was almost dancing as she made her way back to her room, and picked out some clothes. The sweatshirt was still waiting for her on the heater, ready to warm her up when she got home. But it seemed like the day’s conversations had included more breakthroughs than she had expected, and she wanted something to mark the occasion. After all, she knew now that she would be able to explore the mysteries of hypnosis and regression at her own pace. She knew what was going on, so she didn’t need to worry about her cousin’s strange treatment of her anymore, and the mystery that had been bugging her on a subconscious level since she moved into this room was finally resolved. It was a big weight off her mind, even if she hadn’t thought about it before. She put her jacket in the laundry bag, as well as the underwear and socks she had retrieved from her school bag. They were still damp, but not enough to be noticed as she threw them into the machine. She had to wash her ties as well, and the school scarf that she almost never wore because it was so itchy. They could be washed with everything else, according to the labels, but for some reason would get all messed up in a spin dryer. And she knew from past experience that the ties inexplicably took several days to dry, so it made so much more sense to wash them at the end of the year, when she knew she wouldn’t need them for weeks. And the benefit of this method was that it gave her two bags of laundry; including just about everything she owned that didn’t need a weekly wash. And that meant nobody would be suspicious about her turning the machine on tonight. Then she turned her attention back to the pile of junk she had emptied out from her pocket. A broken earring, receipts from Brunchietta a few weeks before, stray coins, a borrowed comb that she had forgotten to return to Liz. Two sets of gloves, now that the air was so icy, and a hand warmer just in case she needed it. And a pacifier; she had carried it out of the house without thinking, put it in her pocket out of fear someone else might see, and then forgotten it was there. She knew she should return it to Gabby, really. She might have more plans. Tess held the little piece of plastic and stared at it for a few minutes. She might end up sucking on it sooner or later; she’d said that she would tolerate Gabby treating her like a child, and would be willing to experiment, just so long as she could make the rules when it came to the more in-depth fantasy sessions. The thought of ceding so much control to her cousin terrified her. But she was depending on Gabby’s hospitality while she was here, and she was sure she owed her something for that. Not to mention, playing along with Gabby’s fantasies gave her just a little leverage, which she could use to make sure Ffrances got what she wanted as well. And maybe if her desires were satisfied, Gabby would be more likely to say ‘yes’ to what Tess wanted. If it meant Spike could visit her sometimes, this was a price she was willing to pay. “Better to show willing,” she murmured to herself. “Don’t want her seeing this as an unfair set of rules we’re forcing on her.” As much as she wanted to be taken seriously as an adult, she knew that Gabby’s goodwill would be important in the coming year. She wiped the pacifier clean with an antibacterial cleaning wipe, rinsed it to clear away any residue, and then put it in her mouth. It took a little concentration to start sucking on it; it wasn’t an instinctive motion anymore, but it was really soothing once she let herself admit that she was giving in to being treated like a child. She glanced at herself in the mirror before she went downstairs, and realised that she looked kind of weird with such a cute pink thing in her mouth, and such an aggressively grey sweatshirt and pants. She thought about changing, and then remembered what else she had found as she moved in. One more way to check her detective work. She had a huge closet on one side of the room. Easily big enough to hold all of her clothes, so she hadn’t paid attention to the stuff that was already in there when she moved in. There were a couple of garment bags, the kind of thing you would expect to see a suit return from dry cleaning in, but the first sight of pink taffeta had told Tess they had to be Alice’s clothes, and she’d just pushed them to the back without investigating further. Even if there was something tasteful in there behind all the pink, it would have been way too small for Tess. Clothes made for a girl of twelve or thirteen would probably fit her, but there had been no chance that was what Alice had left behind. Now she slid all of her clothes along the rail, and rearranged them in groups. Her summer clothes could go to the back; she should have put them aside weeks ago. The thickest, warmest, snuggliest jackets and hoodies came to the front, things made for a cold winter. And her hand-me-downs from Alice could come out to have a look at them. And like she’d half expected, they weren’t made for children at all. They were full-size replicas of little kids’ designs, giving Tess a whole new image of who the Alice she imagined might have been. Alice didn’t even exist, that was the saddest thing. Gabby had made a whole room, and bought all these clothes, for a person in her dreams. Just in case she ever met her. Now Tess was filling the role. Gabby had been pushing her for ages, hoping she might try some of these clothes. That was why she hadn’t moved them to the box room in the days before Tess arrived. It made so much sense, and Tess didn’t want her cousin to be sad anymore. Not if she would play nice now. So she looked through the different bags until she found one she thought was pretty and about her size. She knew in the back of her mind this was a dumb idea. Would it be better waiting until Gabby came up with some far-fetched reason to dress her up like a little kid again? Maybe. Was the pacifier bobbing in her mouth making her less upset by all the cute clothes? Probably, she knew when she tried to analyse her own thoughts and realised that she’d been thinking of Ffrances and Gabby as “the grown-ups”. But she had a message she wanted to give her cousin: that she was willing to do this, as long as it was on her terms. And she knew that if she showed she was willing, that message would be better understood. She glanced at her phone before anything else. Her judgement was impaired while she was sucking the pacifier. She didn’t want to respond to anyone else’s comments; so she quickly put everything in do-not-disturb mode. As she did that, she realised that it was probably best not to have any more surprises. So she tapped on XV and typed a quick message to Ffrances. Just to say she was trying on some of the kids’ clothes in her room. She made sure to say she was only doing this to make Gabby happy, and so she could make sure she was really okay with it. The screen flashed up with a new message a second later. “Gabby says you…” she read, and then hesitated. She was just pretending to be a little kid, she could read without sounding out the words. But it was funny to hear herself doing that, so she kept it up a few seconds longer. “Gabby says you should wear a diaper too. Just in case.” She answered quickly “I’m not that little”, and reminded herself that she had only just got out of diapers. But she was feeling extra tired after all the talking today, and she was really relaxed, and these clothes looked really soft and comfy. There was just a little chance she would fall asleep in front of the TV, or would be sleepy enough to fall on her bed and close her eyes without getting changed later. She still told Ffrances that she wasn’t going to be that little, she didn’t need diapers, and it would be really good if they could tell her not to have an accident before she went to bed. Just to make sure her memories with these cute clothes were good ones. And then she pulled on a Moana diaper for later – the kind that’s okay for big girls too, she reminded herself – and covered it up with a tshirt covered with rainbows and unicorns, pink and white striped knee socks, and a thick romper that looked like it would be really warm. If Gabby was the one who had put this outfit together in its bag, she was really good at picking cute things. * * * Nothing happened. Even with the magic of the pacifier to calm her down, Tess had been expecting something to go wrong. Gabby would be mean, or push her too far; or her embarrassment would grow until she was uncomfortable. But she came down to find the two grown-ups sitting in the lounge, chatting and even smiling a bit. They watched a bad movie, and some more cartoons. Tess couldn’t stop laughing at Captain Kairo, but that was nothing new. After a while Gabby asked if she was trying a new hairstyle, and asked if she could help. Tess didn’t know what to expect, but gentle hands in her hair turned out to be more comforting than she could have imagined. The background whine of the hair dryer lulled her to sleep, and when she woke up she saw her hair in bunches and lost herself in giggles. She was still feeling giddy and childish in the morning. That could have been because she was still dressed up like a little kid, or because she could feel that her diaper was a little wet. But she didn’t mind. She didn’t have to go to school today, and had the whole day to herself. She danced around her room, and read messages from her friends, but she didn’t reply to them yet. She knew it would have been a good idea to change her diaper, and then change her clothes, but while she was feeling good she wanted it to last a few minutes longer. She wasn’t too surprised five minutes later when she felt the diaper suddenly get warmer. She knew she should have gone to the bathroom as soon as she woke, but she’d not felt like it. Maybe feeling like a little kid had made a difference there, but as long as the pacifier was in her mouth she didn’t really care. It didn’t feel bad, and she would have needed to change her diaper anyway, so what difference would it make? Later in the day she was a little embarrassed to realise that had happened, but she told herself it wasn’t important. She’d overdone the headspace last night, with two adults telling her what a cute baby she was, and perhaps she’d let herself play along a little too much. It didn’t mean she was losing control, it wasn’t a part of something that was slowly becoming a problem. She would just have to be careful not to stay in that state of mind too long. With one more decision made she looked at her reflection, and laughed out loud for some time before choosing a less embarrassing style. When Gabby said “Good morning, baby,” Tess told herself that it wasn’t a big deal, and putting up with a little discomfort to get everyone what they wanted was still the mature decision. She told herself that it didn’t bother her, and by the end of the week she almost believed it. And Gabby seemed to be grateful; she even tolerated Spike stopping by for lunch one day while he had things to do in Pine Ridge, although she squirrelled herself away in her room claiming work commitments, and insisted that Ffrances watch the two teens like a hawk. A week went by in what seemed like no time at all. Tess didn’t dress up again, but she did allow herself to act a little childish once or twice, and let herself play along when Gabby talked down to her. Once she insisted that she wasn’t in the mood, and she got the respect she had been hoping for. Three hypnosis sessions were the highlight of her week, and she did her best to remember what happened so that she might learn that skill herself at some point. She wasn’t sure exactly on the details, but she could remember enough to be sure that Ffrances was giving her exactly what she had asked for. She would be able to stop herself having an accident in the day if she was worried about it, so long as she could find somebody she trusted to say the trigger words. The sessions also included preparation for another party when Tess came home; creating the suggestions in advance, so that a short and simple trance on her return would be all they needed. She couldn’t wait to find out how it felt. She didn’t wake up wet after Saturday. She even wondered if accepting the headspace that Gabby had been pushing her really had given her a way to relax. Could it have dispelled stress that she wasn’t even aware of? She had four diapers in her suitcase now, and she told herself that if she didn’t need them, she wouldn’t buy any more. It would be the end of that chapter of her life, and from now on the only infantile thing would be a role she played once in a while to take a break from the rest of the world. It really didn’t feel like a week had passed, but she was standing at the airport, waiting for her plane and wondering how different life would be the next time she was standing here.

I mean the frequent scenarios where classmates or roommates force an adult or teenager into being a baby. Tbh I don't like these scenarios. I prefer scenarios where diapers are a consequence of disability, punishment, captivity, asylum conditions, or fantasy scenarios listed above.

I don't have a specific character. I will make one based off of the scenario. What exactly do you mean by "No Babyfication"? Please further explain that.

Half sisters a female regression story. By derry “So what is my ‘babysitter’ going to do [/i/if I just want to go out, spank me?” 17 year old Kimberley giggled at the thought. They were having breakfast. She had dressed casually. Her hair was in an unfashionable bun giving a sense of height. She also had the heeled shoes with lifts and the padded push up bra. She did look like a nearly adult. Sarah, the 13 year old prospective babysitter sat next to her half sister. She was in jeans a t-shirt and a sweater. Even in bare feet she was taller than Kimberley in heels, lifts and big hair. She was also stronger. *************** Sarah remembered 4 years earlier. She was an 85 pound 9 year old four foot eight tall. Her half sister, Kimberley, was 101 pounds and pretty well five foot tall. Kimberley had not wanted to babysit. Kimberley kind of knew that Melissa, her step mom, had felt that by the age of 7 Sarah was too old to spank. Sarah, at 7, hated being spanked, with Mommy’s hand over her dress and panties. After she shouted at her half sister Kimberley was able to pull Sarah over her knees, pull down her jeans and panties and really hurt her with a hairbrush. When she heard of it Melissa had said she would prefer that Sarah did not get bare bottom spankings. Kimberley pretty well knew that her step mom did not think Sarah should get any spankings however she gave severe spankings onto Sarah’s panties.     ****** Melissa had agreed when she married, Joe, to treat Kimberley as her child. Everyone was sorry for Kimberley. Her mother had checked in on the flight of a plane that had collided with a military tanker plane. None of the relatives even had bodies to bury They were both very shocked when it turned out that Sarah was on her way. Melissa of course loved her biological daughter. However she bent over backward to be fair to Kimberley. Joe had been an apparently successful financial operator. He had once more or less owned the biggest employer in the small town of Twyford. He sometimes seemed to own the town. Kimberley got 100% spoiled all the time. Joe had moved from mail order to credit and related activities. He no longer had much of a share in the mail order Business Kimberley was not liked much in her home town. She thought everyone should treat as Royalty because her father was, or seemed to be, the richest person in town. Joe also spent a lot of time away That meant that most of the time it was Melissa who had to cope with Kimberley. Melissa was a kind nice person. She always gave in to Kimberley. Her step daughter had this magic formula “My REAL Mom would have let me..” Joe had made a lot of money. His methods were sometimes on the edge of ethics and legality. Other times he went over the edge  He had moved to England because it was harder for the SEC to get at him, Again Joe was very busy and away from home a lot of the time away. Kimberley got even more out of control. Her father was away a lot of the time. Sarah took responsibility for things. She helped her Mom a lot home and worked hard at  school. She also grew a lot physically. She was quite an athlete. It was unusual for a school to have a girls’ cricket team. Sarah, despite being ‘a yank’ captained the junior girls’ team and bowled quite fast. Another game Sarah liked was table tennis. This was to become quite useful. Kimberley did not like her half sister. She had found out that for a while the worry about their father’s legal problems had caused a lot of worry for Sarah. She had a bed wetting problem for a while when she was 11. Kimberley told all Sarah’s friends when they moved to England that until the previous year she ‘needed nappies’ which was a gross exaggeration.   ******* Things got worse. Joe was arrested. They had big financial problems. It looked that they might have to lose their home. Kimberley’s behaviour was more out of control than ever. Sarah was the model school girl and daughter. Then came the huge shock.    ***** Abigail, Kimberley’s Mommy, had tried hard to love both her husband and daughter.  Even at 3 there were the first signs of Kimberley being wanting to be a spoiled princess. Abigail had wanted to have her own career, not as lucrative as her husband’s but something that was hers. Joe discouraged Abigail. He was not delighted when he found out that Abigail had been left a legacy by her parents. The teacher and the shop clerk had planned to be able to retire. They cared about the environment. They bought an island. It was a small place but it had the most lovely scenery and you could see amazing birds and also look at seals and also get a view of passing whales and dolphins. The modest cottage was wholly self sufficient. There was a powerful battery which was topped up both by solar cells and by wind turbines. There was a very good well for water. The plan had been to start renting it out for vacations. A large amount of food had been bought. Joe had pretended to be impressed by his time with Abigail and Kimberley on the island. Kimberley, predictably, had been ‘bored’. Abigail had wanted to spend one more day on the island. So Kimberley and her father took an early morning flight. Abigail had decided to check in advance. That would make her feel less stressed when she took the evening flight. Abigail sailed her boat to the island. She planned to sail back and get a train to the airport in the early evening. Abigail tripped over. She was unconscious for two days. She suffered total amnesia. There were no people but there was food and all she needed. Abigail survived for two years. There were tinned and dried food and also fresh fruit on the trees. Finally another sailor found her island, his dinghy was grounded on the beach by a storm. It took another year for Abigail to understand what had happened. Abigail did contact the now remarried Joe. She decided not to disturb things Abigail returned to Twyford a few months after Joe, Melissa and the girls left for London. Abigail had found the man of her dreams. Peter was a kind man who cared, like Abigail did, about the World and shared her love of learning. Peter and Abigail shared everything both their eco tourism business and care for their daughter Emily. Peter got a very aggressive cancer and died. Abigail had work she needed to do in England. Abigail read of her former husband’s arrest extradition. She worried about her daughter. Abigail had never seen Melissa. It was 14 years since years since she had seen Kimberley. Abigail did do some work talking to possible customers. One day she knocked on the door she knew belonged to her daughter and her step mother. Melissa was quite interested in a holiday which would be mainly looking at wildlife. Abigail was very proud of  the tall girl who was at the other end of the room clearly deeply engaged in school work. Abigail invited Melissa for lunch the next day. Abigail was  delighted with Martha, the nanny looking after little Emily. Abigail gently told Melissa who she was. She suggested that maybe  they could move back to the US with her and Kimberley and Melissa could help with  Emily. It was a shock when she discovered that Sarah was not her daughter. Abigail invited Melissa, Sarah and Kimberley to move into the rented house she had, that avoided the risk of them actually ending up on the streets. The first night Sarah babysat Emily and Melissa and Abigail took Kimberley out to a play. Kimberley complained how boring the play was and did not like the food at the restaurant. Sarah told them how much she had enjoyed looking after little Emily, even though she had a messy diaper and Sarah and to be careful with the pin on cloth diaper. Sarah had especially liked reading stories to the 20 month old. It had taken a little while for Melissa to persuade Abigail that her 13 year old could be a babysitter rather than needing to be babysat. One way or another until they moved in together Kimberley had not seen much of her real mother. The second day it was Sarah’s chance of a treat. Kimberley was to baby sit. The movie they had wanted to watch was cancelled. So Sarah came home early with her mother and sort of step mother. Kimberley had been incredibly careless. Firstly she had left the front door unlocked and it was in fact open. They could hear poor little Emily bawling. When they got upstairs they found that her bottles (with Abigail’s own milk) had not been fed. Neither had she been changed.    ****** Melissa and Abigail both had to be out the next day, Saturday. Abigail had kind of thought that the 17 year old could supervise both the 13 year old and the baby. This was clearly not practical. Kimberley had arrived home after midnight having drunk a lot. It was rather too easy for under aged people to buy alcohol in British pubs and the legal age was 18. Kimberley was wearing a short slutty dress when she came in. So it was that Kimberley’s “Real Mother” told her what would happen. She would spend her time in her room, except for chores. She was to do her home work. Sarah was to babysit her. That was the point Kimberley made her ‘satirical’ comment. She laughed as  she queried whether her half sister could spank her. Now Abigail would not have wanted to spank little helpless children. However she was losing her patience with he clearly totally spoiled and immature teen daughter. “If you need to spank the child you have my permission.” Kimberley said. “Mom, you are crazy.” Sarah said “I think you should apologise to your Mom.” Kimberley said “Shut up, goody two shoes.” Sarah then asked: “Abigail, Ms Palmer, I think Kimberley’s insults deserve a spanking.” Abigail nodded. Sarah stood up and grabbed her half sister by the ear. By this time Kimberley for all her 17 years was only five foot and half an inch and weighed 105 pounds. Sarah, though only 13, was 150 pounds, and five foot five and she had far more muscle than fat. They struggled. Kimberley efforts at kicking failed. She found herself over her younger half sister’s lap. Kimberley’s jeans were undone and came half way down. Kimberley’s panties were sexy and thin. They gave very little protection against Sarah’s strong heavy hand Whap, whap whap. It may have been humiliation as much as pain but Kimberley cried. Abigail was embarrassed too. She felt her own daughter needed what was happening. Melissa kind of wished she had arranged trips over knees much sooner The 17 year old went to her room and did her home work. She said to herself that this was the worst day of her life. She thought it could not get worse. She was wrong.  

You might be right I only know that the ones here have never been finished