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Gianna smiled and patted Roxannes head, she didn’t need to say the words “good girl” to let little Roxie know she was one. She admired how cute the woman was in her diaper and onesie, and her thoughts drifted towards those of the many many cute outfits she’d have for her little baby. Mama Miglietti would make sure of it, plus Gianna would have her own funds... “you’re gonna love living with Mommy, I just know it. Come on little one, let’s go see if Mama made us some dessert. You want Mama Gianna to keep carrying you?”

Eleanor cut away the adult clothing Anastasia was wearing, and definitely wouldn’t be wearing again for a while. “Until you’ve proven you can be a mature young adult and not a spoiled toddler who only gets her way, you’ll be treated as a naughty spoiled toddler.” She smacked the diaper on the girls rear forcefully but not painfully. “And toddlers can’t use the toilet on their own, so naturally you’ll have to stay in diapers.”

Paul picked up Mya in his arms and patted her diapered rear gently to comfort her. “Awww little one it’s ok, we know you’re just a little baby and you need diapers. Mommy and I are happy to take care of you,” he said, holding the baby tightly as he carried her over to where Melissa was sitting. “Has she been fed yet, love?” She answered “oh, just a bottle. We could probably feed her something more substantial though.”

“I can and I will get away with this,” Eleanor said. “ I have full disciplinary authority at this school, when it comes to violations of the student behavior contracts. And you, miss Delacroix, have been creating for yourself a substantial file of them.” She forced the pacifier gag between Anastasias lips and buckled it tightly around her head. “If those violations were only affecting yourself, there’d be much less worry. But I have an entire campus to be concerned with, and you’re quite the negative presence...”.

Paul nodded as he carried the adult baby away and laid her on the changing table. “I know, that’s all yucky all over your bum, huh?” He reached to the nearby crib and handed his little one a stuffed animal. “You play with this while I change you, sweetpea. It’ll be over before you know it and you can get back to your fun toys.” He smiled and started wiping her clean with baby wipes.

Gianna grinned at her baby’s ticklishness and patted the diaper between her legs. “All clean my little Roxie baby,” she said. “You were such a good girl for your diapy change sweetheart!” She smiled and picked up the adult baby in her arms, laying a big old smooch on Roxannes cheek. “And what do good girls say to their Mamas for changing their diapies?”

Eleanor looked down at the restrained girl on the change table, and ignored the threatening posture and bargaining. “You are incredibly far from grown, if you keep having your father bail you out. Since you’ve obviously the maturity of a toddler who whines and bullies when she doesn’t get her way...” she said, pulling up the woman’s skirt and sliding the diaper underneath her hips, taping it up tightly.

“Awww sweetheart, did someone make a stinky in their diaper?” She reached down and felt the soft mushy load, pressing it a little against Myas rear. “Oh yes, quite a big doo doo! What a good baby!” She looked down at the baby again, and caressed her cheek. “It’s your Daddy’s turn to change you so you’ll just have to wait a few seconds, babygirl.” She picked the woman up in her arms and just when she did, Paul returned in a T-shirt and sweats. “Here you go hubby, enjoy the present she left you!” Paul took the woman in his arms and cradled under her butt. “Aww thanks little Mya...”

“Oh, you’d think so, wouldn’t you?” Eleanor smacked the woman’s rear end several times as Anastasia struggled, as she rattled off the first lessons she was giving . “Lesson number one, there is no swearing in my classroom. Lesson number two, there is no threatening violence in my classroom. Lesson number three, I and only I am in charge of what happens in this classroom.” She dragged Anastasia by her wrist and up on to the table, straps sitting idle as if waiting for the girl. “There’s two ways you can be put in this diaper. You can behave and let it happen, or you can be strapped down and it happens to you anyway. You have, as always, the choice.”

“I’m right here sweetheart,” Melissa said, reaching out to pat her baby’s head gently. And of course, ignoring the reason she knew the baby was crying for her. Mya needed to truly understand her role here was to be a helpless baby, and she knew nothing would make the woman feel more like one than to poop in her pants like an infant. “Does your tum tum hurt? You’ll feel all better when you make, sweetpea.”

“Yeah it probably will be, won’t it my little darling?” Gianna said with a smile. “Put your arms up so mama can dress you, sweetheart,” she said, her tone largely that of a gentle reminder and not a forceful warning. She helped her baby out of the T-shirt and slipped the onesie over her body, drawing it tight around Roxies thick diaper. The woman before her really did look just like an overgrown infant at that moment, and Gianna couldn’t help but have a warm satisfied feeling looking at her. “You’re so cute! I just wanna eat you up, baby Roxie!” She said with a grin, tickling Roxies sides.

“No, sweetheart. Babies your age don’t know how to use the potty,” Paul said as he patted her again on the head, and gave Melissa a kiss. “I’ll go change and then I’ll take over watching the munchkin,” he said, Melissa nodding in agreement. “Good, I’ll leave the stinky diaper for you then, Paulie,” she grinned, knowing the baby in front of her couldn’t hold out for much longer.

“Good afternoon, Miss Delacroix. Welcome to remedial study skills. Extremely remedial,” she said, grabbing the young woman by the wrist and shutting the door behind her. “It’s clear to me you need a much more intensive education in those skills than a simple seminar.” She dragged Anastasia to the diaper change table against the far wall, where a thick diaper just perfectly sized for Anastasia’s frame was laying.

Gianna just continued to warmly smile at the baby Roxanne before her, dutifully cleaning off her bottom. Roxie was larger than the baby she might have been expecting to have had all along, but she saw the same innocent gaze she’d wanted in a little one in Roxannes eyes. “What a good little baby you are,” she said with a smile getting every inch of her cleaned up. With loving attention, she sprinkled on and rubbed in baby powder all over the girl until her skin was practically white, knowing she’d need it for the night ahead of her. Gianna watched the cop turned baby calm down, and she responded by lightly cooing and tickling Roxannes stomach, not enough to cause a giggle fit, just soft enough that the baby knew she was being cared for. “Lift your bottom sweetheart,” she said, sliding a diaper underneath Roxannes powdered rear and starting to tape it up tight. “Mama Miglietti likes the T-shirt’s, but I think you’d look so much cuter in these,” holding up a blue onesie with a red stripe around the waist and obvious snaps in the crotch. “What do you think Roxie?”

“You mean my wife? Your Mommy?” Paul said, rustling Myas hair. “Oh little one, I’m well aware of the situation here. My wife and I are strong believers in the alternative rehabilitation program the county has established and we regularly volunteer to host.” He knelt down to look the adult baby in the eyes. “You’ll be much safer and much better prepared for a life outside here than stuck in prison.”

“Oh, I’ve no further need of you at this time, Anastasia. Your class is on your schedule, and I expect you to attend. You can’t be spoiled child your whole life.” She waved her hand dismissively at the student. “Monday at 12:30, Wilkes Hall room 202.”

Gianna felt her new baby cling so tightly to her, and she could not help but melt. She looked at the big scared eyes she saw and knew she just wanted to make it all better for her. She laid Roxanne down gently on the changing table and reached for the ferret the adult baby had taken a major shine to. With a smile she wiggled it in front of Roxannes face before giving it to the baby, knowing the woman’s wounded pride would fade away with the comfort of the baby toy. “Just play with your little toy and suck your pacifier, my little one, and you’ll be all clean before you even notice!” She nudged a nearby pacifier between Roxannes lips and went to work on the messy diaper. She didn’t imagine herself wanting to have anything to do with this woman yesterday. Now she was proudly and dutifully changing Roxannes diaper like a loving mother. Mama Miglietti worked miracles sometimes...

Paul came back about a half hour later, and sent Melissa a picture from the doorbell cam. “Where’s our little one?” he said, and she texted back that they were in the nursery. She came over and patted the baby on the head with a smile. “You’re about to meet your Daddy, little sweetpea.” Paul sauntered into the room and looked down at the onesie clad and diapered woman. “Awww what a sweet little girl playing blocks!”

Eleanor rolled her eyes slightly at the brag. There was really only one genuinely impressive thing about Anastasias escapes from school punishment, and that was the borderline neglectful way her father chose to not let her stand (or fall) on her own two feet. He honestly let her be a child her whole life. Well... “Save your breath. I’m not impressed or threatened. I’m sure you’ll find this the easiest credit you ever earned, or I would if you had ever done a night of schoolwork in your life.” She would have said more, but she didn’t want to ruin any surprise.

It was weird that Gianna thought simply this was all necessary. Was it necessary to force poor Roxie to poop her pampers in front of her? The adult baby in her lap was sobbing, despite the comfort she was being offered. Was that necessary too? She wasn’t Conflicted though. This was that she wanted and she was going to take it. “It’s ok darling, Mama will get baby changed and make it all better,” she says with considerable warmth in her voice. She lifted Roxanne up in her arms, planted a little peck on her cheek and carried her to the nursery room, supporting her under her full diaper the whole way. “Mama makes it all better doesn’t she?”

Eleanor remained nonplussed as the girl showed off her most irritating trait, apathy to what others thought of her and her deeds. “Be that as it may, graduating from this institution actually requires work and studying. A mandatory remedial study skills course has been added to this semesters course load, one whose passing grade will require more than attention to personal grooming.” She looked dead into the girls face. “And it just so happens I myself have a mandatory instructional requirement I am falling one student short on due to some unfortunate circumstances.” She smiled somewhat devilishly. “And independent studies, one on one with a tenured professor, are much more conducive to that kind of coursework than a seminar led by a graduate student.”

“It’s ok little Roxie, Mama will change your bottom when you go potty,” she said, keeping up the rhythm and cradling the baby to her bosom firmly but gently. “You’re a good girl for telling Mama Gianna but it’s really ok to just go potty.” She looked down at Roxanne, doing her best to let the baby know it was ok, all of it was ok. She could hear Roxanne try and hold on, squirming feebly in her lap as she rubbed her baby’s bottom, and she smiled as a little squeak came from that direction. It won’t be long now.

“Sweetpea, you’re a little baby, you’re not ready for the potty yet,” Melissa said, patting the girl gently on the head. “If you don’t want to play, you can wait in your crib until Daddy gets home.” There was no choice there for her, it was “be a baby” or “be a baby”.

Gianna looked down at her little babygirl and warmly smiled. “It’s ok honey, you don’t need permission to go potty in your diaper, Mama isn’t that strict,” she said, deliberately misunderstanding the request once she saw the woman’s hesitance. She’d been through Mama Miglietti’s initiations into the family, as a participant and an initiator, she knew all too well. She gently started rubbing Roxannes rear end in a relaxing fashion, circular and rhythmic right on the seat of the girls diaper. She knew the girl would be putty in her hands wanting to be taken care of...

Eleanor Mayweather had finished a year as dean of students at Mount Carmel College, and was looking over her action plan for her second. The campus was in good disciplinary shape for the most part, with her anti-bullying campaign being mostly a success. With the exception of...her. She seemed to be the kind that, once given even a small amount of adult freedom, took it as a grant of absolute freedom to do as she pleased with no consequence. It wasn’t great for student morale to see this girl get away with so much, but in truth, she wasn’t sure what she could do on her own until she’d established herself and her presence authoritatively. A thought kept sticking with her that she just couldn’t shake. “This girl...this girl needs parenting.” Slowly it had formed into an idea and then a plan of action. She’d make an example of this bully, this slacker... A letter was waiting for the girl at her dorm door once she arrived back from summer break... ***** “Hello Anastasia. Hello Anastasia’s feet, on my desk where they definitely do not belong,” she said, sitting down and placing a to-go cup of tea on the table, a little curl of steam indicating its temperature. “Let’s chat about this upcoming semester, Miss Delacroix.”