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“I’m afraid that won’t be in the cards for you for a while, young miss. And certainly not without an approved student escort,” she said, looming over Anastasia. “It seems you don’t exactly understand how serious I am about this. Or how many enemies you have made in the student body.” She retrieved a pink leather baby harness and began putting it around her torso. “I was shockingly able to find volunteers willing to babysit the schools most wayward daughter.” To it she attached two reins, then put two bulbous padded mittens on her hands. “There, that should make baby nice and safe for her next class.”

Gianna nodded, though she could tell it wasn’t only about the rain. She drove carefully, knowing she had some very precious cargo. “Don’t worry, Mama has her own garage, little Roxie will be safe inside. She made a kiss in the mirror so her little one could see it, and finished the drive home. She slid the car into her garage, and went to the back seat to retrieve Roxanne. She picked the adult baby up in her arms, supporting her diapered bottom as always and giving the padding a few gentle pats. “We are home my sweet little girl,” she said proudly.

“Sweetheart, I...never mind. Let’s just get home.” Gianna looked at first like she was about to get upset with her little one, then thought better of it. A rough hand had not been necessary thus far, and could actually end up undoing the bond already being formed. She could tell so easily that Roxanne was lying and the only good reason why that she could think of was stubborn pride. “You’re a good girl.”

Melissa opened up the chair tray and picked Mya up, sitting the girl in her lap. She held a bottle up to show her it had apple juice in it, and gently placed it in her mouth. “Drink up my thirsty little one. You need some good for you juice to wash that nummy food down with.”

“Abso-LUTELY not,” Eleanor said, reaching and pulling up the young woman harshly by the wrist. “That is inappropriate enough behavior on its own, young Miss.”. She sharply swatted at Anastasia’s rear, loudly impacting the baby woman’s thick diaper. “But disrespectful as well. Homework time means homework time. Get to it.”

Gianna frowned. “Don’t fib to your mama, sweetheart. It’s been impossible not to notice it every time you came for one of your little chats with me.” She looked at Roxanne and locked eyes with her in the rear view mirror, not menacingly just authoritatively. “You can’t honestly tell me you don’t need time off, can you?”

“Well hold on a second, squirmy wormy, Mommy still needs to clean you up, and you still need your baba,” Melissa said, putting a napkin to her face and wiping gently. “But you can sit in Mommy’s lap for that.”

“Don’t worry about your job right now, sweetheart. I bet that if Mama called them up, asked if you could take a week off, your boss wouldn’t hesitate to make it two. I can feel how stressed you are even when you’re relaxed and Mamas cuddling you.” She looked back at the baby as she drove. “Show Mama with your fingers how many times your sergeant said to take a night off this week that you never did.” She didn’t know yet that plans were in motion that would leave the choices made for everyone involved, though...

Eleanor decided it was enough time messy for now, even though she was sure the girl was whining just to whine. She opened up the onesie and the utterly filthy diaper, cleaning the girl up efficiently, if not particularly quickly. Once she had the girl clean, she put her in a fresh diaper and snapped her back up in the onesie. She pointed at a computer in one corner of the class room now made into a nursery, as she started to undo the cuffs. “You have homework to catch up on. Get working,” she said, figuring Anastasia had gotten enough sense of what a punishment for disobedience might look like.

“Safety first, baby Roxie,” Gianna said as she closed the door and got the car ready to drive them home. “I promised myself and I’m promising you I’m going to be the best Mama and keep you safe.” She started the drive home, glancing at Roxanne in the rear view every so often to check on her baby with a satisfied smile. It all felt right how this was happening for her...

Eleanor hears her captive soak the diaper adding to its previous contents. “That’s a good baby,” she says, patting the girls diaper bulge and spreading the mess all around. “Better get used to that feeling since your toilet privileges are revoked. Don’t worry, I’ve been able to find plenty of classmates of yours willing to escort you to and from classes and for diaper changes...”

Melissa picked up a cup of juice She’d been handed by Paul and put the sipping end into Myas mouth. She held it for a few swallows until she’d decided the baby had had enough, and went right back to feeding her bits of fruit and the baby mush.

Eleanor cackled at the threat, Anastasia was scared and the fight or flight response everyone had was still set tightly on “fight”. “Oh sweetheart, those are just silly words baby doesn’t know a thing about,” she said, pressing the filthy diaper against Anastasias rear. She next buckled the pacifier gag back in her mouth, and left the baby tied tightly to the table. “This is only the beginning of your re-education, Miss Delacroix...”

Gianna smiled and kissed her baby on the cheek, then stood up while carrying her as had been the usual all this time. She grabbed the diaper bag and a few toys from the nursery, making sure the ferret was in Roxies hands before it went anywhere else. She was just as surprised as Roxie to see an adult sized car seat in her vehicle, and she honestly wondered how Mama managed to get that snuck in there without her knowing until just now. “Well, that’s my little girls seat, Mamas gonna buckle you up all safe,” she said, seating Roxanne in the padded seat and buckling the belt over her shoulders and between the baby’s legs, resting firmly against Roxannes diaper.

“Babies like you go in their diaper. You’ve clearly proven yourself to have the maturity of a toddler, so that’s the age you’ll be treated as. No exceptions.” Eleanor knew it was only a matter of time until the adult baby in front of her couldn’t hold it any longer and exploded into her diaper. “You’d better get used to it, darling.”

“Well you don’t really have a choice, little one,” Melissa said, pushing the spoonful into her open mouth and definitely missing a few times due to Myas fussing. “Babies have sensitive tummies and need easy food.”

Gianna finished the desserts and rubbed Roxannes belly once they’d finished, helping keep the baby soothed and calm until she could get a pacifier in her mouth. “Well, Mama, it’s probably time to get my little one home to sleep, but thank you so so much for everything!” She hugged her baby Roxie close as though to indicate her inclusion in ‘everything’, and Mama Miglietti understood. “I’ll get all the furniture to you tomorrow, but there’s a bag ready for you to take home with her diapers and a bottle and a few toys. Don’t forget her ferret...”. Gianna nodded, of course she couldn’t have forgotten the toy the baby couldn’t seem to separate from all day. “What do you say, ready to go home, little Roxie?”

“I’m sure sweetheart and maybe we can try a little later but right now Mama wants to feed you,” Gianna said. She could tell the woman was conflicted, and she just wanted those little nudges to keep pushing her deeper into the baby side of the equation. She kept feeding the cake to Roxanne bite by bite with a happy smile, feeling so satisfied with a big baby in her arms. She kept patting the diaper between Roxannes legs as they ate, knowing it really soothed the adult baby, like it was a reminder of how safe and cared for she was or something. Gianna idly wondered if maybe it really was the first time she’d ever had someone really care for her like she said...

Eleanor had no interest in explaining anything really, so she pulled aside the paci gag and put the nipple of the bottle in Anastasia’s mouth. “Drink up little baby, I’m sure whatever garbage food you’ve been eating is still clogging your system, but I’m going to take extra special care of your diet to make sure you’re a healthy young woman making good choices when you leave my program.” There wouldn’t be a lot Anastasia could do about it either, whether she could taste the laxatives the milk had been spiked with or not.

Gianna beamed with pride as her little girl grabbed her hand softly and held on as tightly as it’d seem she could with both hands. She awaited the arrival of the cake and coffee, seeing a little pink baby fork stabbed into a small piece alongside the larger piece with cutlery that was obviously intended for Gianna. “Be careful and don’t spill while Mama feeds you sweetheart,” she said, grabbing the baby fork and a small slice of the tiramisu. “Open up!”

“You need to settle down, Miss Delacroix, or you’ll spend all day on that table,” she said, patting Anastasias bulging diaper again. “You can plead with me with those puppy dog eyes all you want but you’ll have a hard path to crawl to get back to your normal life.” She stepped aside to a small refrigerator in the classroom and took out a bottle of what would have looked mostly like milk, but not perfectly white like milk would be expected to be.

Melissa brought over a bowl of baby food and some chopped fruit, and locked the baby in place with the tray. The finishing touch was a pink bib with a cartoon teddy bear on it, which she tied around Mya’s neck. She smiled and sat down in a chair nearby, and grabbed a scoop of the baby mush. “Open up for the birdie, sweetheart!”

“I’m sure little one, you had a busy day,” Paul said, not wanting to upset the girl by mentioning the state Melissa had found her in and how that would contribute. “Well, Mommy’s probably started up some dinner, so let’s get you to the kitchen.” He took the baby to the dining table, overlooking a big picture window that looked over the lake the house sat near. By the adult chairs sat an adult-sized high chair obviously meant for Mya, which she was promptly plopped into with a crinkly sound.

Gianna nodded and kept carrying her baby girl to the kitchen, so happy the woman was not only accepting but seemed to be happy with her fate. It reminded her of this one girl in the family who was ready to be initiated but...never ended up really joining the family (in the expected way anyhow). She could tell the girl just soaked up that week of faux infancy...and craved more. Roxie seemed on the same path. “Princessa Gianna, bambina Roxanne! Mama made some cake for dessert,” Mama Miglietti said with a big smile as they appeared in her view. “Mama, tiramisu, that is just too much,” Gianna said, with a tone more like she was only protesting for show. “I have my princessa back in the family and she has a bambina now! Nothing is too good for them or too much! Besides, this is something little bambina can have while the adults have espresso.” Gianna smiled and tickled Roxannes sides. “You’re right, Mama, you’re always right.”

Eleanor heard the muffled protest but didn’t change her actions. They were unbecoming and unsightly and they simply had to go. She pulled out a pink onesie with ruffles on the edges, just the perfect thing for the rebellious teen to wear for her first night as a baby. She uncuffed the girl one arm at a time so she could put the onesie over her body, stretching it tightly over the thick diaper. “There we are, nice fit,” patting the bulge between Anastasias legs. And just to make sure it was understood, she clicked a small lock through the loops of the zipper at the neck of the onesie as well as on the crotch of the onesie. “That should keep naughty hands from getting out of their diapers...”