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Gianna looked down at her little one in the midst of her frank confession. It made sense in a weird way, though. She did kinda end up putting Roxanne in her place like a little girl a few times in their recent interactions, thinking back on it. “It kinda seemed more like a little angry puppy to me,” she said with a chuckle as she reached down to tickle Roxannes stomach, her instinct to mother still strong. “But you got your Mamas attention didn’t you?” She smiled widely and tickled hard almost right away, letting the baby know she genuinely cared.

“Ms. Delacroix, this is a classroom, not your nursery,” the professor said. “Control your childish temper tantrums in my class. Sydney, if she has one more outburst, please bring her up front for discipline.” It seems even the professors were told of this arrangement and have a role to play in the deans punishment program.

Gianna smiled at Roxannes cute suckling behavior, and gently finished powdering her baby before pulling out a thick blue diaper nearly the same color as the onesie Roxanne was currently wearing. “My little one will be so comfy in this!” she said, letting the adult baby reach out and touch it before she slid it under her hips and started taping it up. Gianna was quite the expert at diapering an adult and before Roxie could seemingly even know it, she had the woman back in her diaper. “All clean, my little Roxie!”

Sydney could hear Anastasia quite loudly and clearly as she soaked the plastic padding and grinned at seeing her tormentors sudden shock. She leaned over and whispered “not a baby, huh?” knowing the girl would be either entirely humiliated and not say anything, or explode in an outburst sure to give Sydney the reason to give her another punishment.

“Awww don’t be shy princess. Mama is just gonna take care of your diapy,” Gianna said, gently moving Roxannes hand away from her crotch. “Just relax and let Mama take care of you sweetheart,” she said, patting her baby’s bottom a little. “Legs up my good girl,” she said, wiping her baby clean and dry with a baby wipe. She reached for the baby powder and sprinkled it all over Roxies groin, until her already pale skin was a much whiter shade, and rubbed it in gently.

“Then use your diaper, sweetheart, that’s what it’s there for,” Sydney said with a sadistically sweet smile, knowing Anastasia would be helpless to stop it otherwise. “Don’t bother me with such silly things when you know babies don’t use the potty.”

“Ok, Mamas gonna have to put you down a second to do that, ok?” she said, laying Roxanne down and spreading out the fleece for her. She smiled and tickled the baby’s tummy as she reached for the diaper bag and got items ready for changing her little princess. “Wow you really made a lot of tinkle, my good girl!” she said as she spread her baby’s legs apart and opened up Roxies diaper.

“Annie, stop it. Pens are for big girls,” Sydney said, scolding the adult baby like a naughty toddler as she retrieved the pen. “Fuss all you like, cause it won’t change anything.” The ruler in her hand symbolized her ability and willingness for enforcement of that rule. “I will spank you in class if I have to...”. Secretly she hoped the girl would continue to fuss and fight...

Gianna kissed her adult baby right away after Roxanne told her good morning, and smiled. “Good morning my little Roxie baby.” She patted her baby’s soggy rear end and smiled more. “I think someone needs a diapy change huh?” She knew Roxanne would find it weird she was happy and proud to find a heavy soaked diaper after a nights sleep but Gianna was just so happy to have her little baby...

Gianna fell asleep with her baby cradled in her arms, not letting her go all night. She genuinely sleep better than she had in months, and awoke refreshed like it’d been days. She saw little Roxie still clutching the ferret and ducking her pacifier, and beamed proudly. As she adjusted herself to sit up in bed, she felt her baby’s diaper squish loudly and just seeing it could tell how soaked it was. Just like a baby... She awaited the adult baby’s awakening and the cute little squeal yawn sure to ensue.

“There’s no deal I would want to make with you.” She held the ruler tightly in her hand as class continued waiting for any kind of slip up she could use as an excuse to swat at her like she was a naughty toddler. When she tossed aside the pastels, Sydney had her excuse and lightly thwapped Anastasias hand, not enough to really hurt but definitely enough to sting. “No ma’am, we don’t throw things around in class,” she said condescendingly, like she was talking to a literal toddler. Though as far as she was concerned, she was, based on how Anastasia acted in general.

“Oh alright, little Annie. No need for a tantrum,” Sydney said, bringing Anastasia into the room with her and taking two seats next to each other. She tied off the ends of Anastasias reins to the desk as Ms Mayweather instructed her. She prepared their respective class needs, since Anastasias hands were covered in padded mittens, and once notebooks and pens were out, she grabbed one of the mittened hands. “You’d better be taking notes once I take this off,” Sydney said as she tapped a wooden ruler on her desk. “Ms Mayweather was insistent I have one just in case a little baby got out of hand...”

“I know you want to try, baby girl, but Mommy needs to make sure you don’t spill,” she said, as if matter of factly denying that the otherwise adult woman could do that, or indeed anything else for herself. “Maybe when you’re a little bit bigger and stronger Mommy and Daddy could let you try,” she said, holding the bottle firmly in her mouth.

Gianna wrapped the blanket around her sleeping baby, making sure her little Roxie was warm and secure for her trip to dream land. She felt so happy herself with how this had turned out, strange little family though it was. She let the baby in her arms snooze away for a while before starting to get tired herself, and she slowly and carefully stood up to take Roxanne with her to bed. She felt the woman’s diaper as she carried her, and there was no doubt Roxanne had been using it. That made Gianna so weirdly happy, it was really like having her own little baby...

“I don’t believe it. You actually want to get to class early, Annie?” Sydney asked sarcastically, knowing she was seeking to escape the humiliation more so than any desire to be to class for its own sake. “Miss fashionably late when she shows up at all?” She patted the adult baby’s rear so the students could all hear the crinkle of plastic and the soft thuds of the padding beneath.

Gianna smiled as the baby in her arms cutely yawned, and she didn’t think Roxanne even knew it sounded like a high pitched baby squeak. She slid the ferret toy into Roxannes arms as if she knew the little one was getting tuckered out, and she decided to just let her fall asleep there rather than make a production of bedtime tonight. But Gianna was prepared to make sure there was a care routine to follow and to keep her little one comforted: bottles and stories and baths and good night kisses, the kind of thing she always imagined she’d be doing as a Mommy in the mold of the matron Mama Miglietti. But she now knew the reason Roxanne would appreciate it more then most might: it was a sign she was WANTED.

“Someone I wouldn’t have gotten through prison without, sweetheart,” she said, not intending to be cagey but also not really wanting to pick at that little scar. “I’ll tell you about her some day, babygirl.” Gianna decided it wasn’t worth any fight to tell Roxanne she wasn’t mad about that anymore, and as she kept patting and rubbing her baby’s diaper, she said “thank you, Roxie. You’re a good girl.”

Sydney only heard the muffled threats behind the pacifier, but could get the gist from her tone, and the words weren’t all that incomprehensible; Anastasia wasn’t exactly a quiet person. ”I already know you won’t do anything to me for the rest of the semester. Ms. Mayweather told me as much when she told me about this punishment she was giving you.” She looked dead on at the adult baby. “So you have nothing to offer me.” She sharply smacked Anastasia in the thigh again. “Nothing better than being able to spank you whenever I want, anyhow, little Annie.”

“I had a recent experience that taught me the value of giving people second chances,” Gianna said in a way that seemed cryptic but couldn’t be any more obvious to the two what was meant. “But if I’m being truthful, you also remind me of some people in my past I wish I could have had more time with.” She sighed and patted Roxannes padded butt gently, knowing the gesture calmed her baby. “And don’t be sorry, I was the crook, not you. I knew what I was doing, and it caught up with me. Lesson learned.”

Sydney walked with a big delighted smile as she led her former tormentor on a baby harness like she was a naughty little toddler. “Oh come now Annie, show people your pretty face!” she said with a little giggle as Anastasia hid her face behind the mittens. She remembered with vivid detail the times Anastasia teased her for her “cutesy” fashion sense and was not about to let the girl forget it now. “You look so precious in your bunny suit!” She thought to herself, “make fun of my panda backpack and my sloth hoodie now...”

Gianna put her hand on Roxannes head and slowly stroked her hair as she cuddled her baby into her waiting bosom. “Mama is right here, sweetheart,” she said, increasing the tightness of her embrace around the adult baby in her arms. She felt like there really wasn’t anything as important or couldn’t have been anything as important as holding her crying little girl and comforting her, feeling a tear drip onto her chest. “I’m...I’m just so lucky to have such a good little baby like you.”

“Sydney, make sure you have her back for dinner,” Eleanor said, handing the reins to the smiling coed. “Of course, Ms. Mayweather. I wouldn’t want to be late getting Annie back to you,” she said, knowing the girl would never like the childlike nickname, smiling sweetly as a lock of red hair drifted across her face. “Come along baby, you and I have to get to class,” she said, tugging the reins to get Anastasia to start walking.

Gianna was taken aback by the words, but could tell there was conflicted sentiment behind them. “Roxie, sweetheart, your Mama doesn’t fib and she doesn’t play games. There’s no act.” She hugged her little one closer. “Mama could have found anyone else, if I said no. She asked me first, because she knows me better than anyone. She knew I would take it seriously, and actually do it right.” She patted Roxannes bottom slowly over the blanket and popped a pacifier in her mouth. “People weren’t meant to live life on their own.”

“You’ve barely begun the lesson, Anastasia. It’s going to be a long one, because you really need to understand the consequences of your years of selfish behavior on those around you, and that just won’t happen in one afternoon.” She held the reins tightly to keep the baby woman under control. “But maybe you might just surprise me and become the kind of person you need to be much much quicker.” She led Anastasia out of the nursery room, where a red headed student was waiting. “Sydney here, I believe you know her from your writing comp class...oh, dear, that you never go to, that’s right. Though I believe you know Sydney from other places...”

She looked down at her little one, and making sure she had everything else, she spoke up. She had to speak her words carefully because in truth, she felt still a pit of resentment in her stomach for the cops dogged pursuit that landed her in jail and was still messing with her life. And she didn’t want to really let spill the harder truth, she was doing this to help Mama Miglietti get someone causing a lot of grief out of their respective hair. Through it all, she never lost any faith in her Mama or how she took care of her girls. “it’s hard to explain, sweetpea,” she said, carrying Roxanne into the condo, and upon seeing the bumps on her arms, grabbing the fleece off the sofa and draping it over the adult baby in her arms, sitting down for what would be probably a pretty long cuddle. “It...hurt to be apart from my family for that long. The one I chose, mind, the one that wanted me.” She sighed, half contemplatively and half from exhaustion at a long day, and held Roxie closer. “I missed the special bonds we had, and yeah, that included the more unconventional ones. I thought maybe a proper baby would take my mind away from the family...but then I saw this little girl who needed me a whole lot more.” She emphasized it with several soft pats on Roxannes diaper.