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If you're not careful, you might just end up pooping Legos after that.

Synopsis: "Trapped in Babyhood" is a gripping psychological drama that delves into the challenging and thought-provoking concept of adulthood. The story revolves around Rebecca Stanford, a 22-year-old woman who, due to years of abuse and neglect, has the physical appearance of a 12-year-old and the cognitive abilities of a 2-year-old. Rebecca's life takes a dramatic turn when Ursula Palmer, a compassionate social worker from Child Protective Services, is assigned to her case. As Ursula digs deeper into Rebecca's harrowing past, she uncovers a history of severe abuse and deprivation. Determined to protect Rebecca and seek justice, Ursula teams up with Detective Jimmy Felton, who has a personal connection to cases involving traumatized children. Together, Ursula and Jimmy navigate a complex legal system that struggles to define Rebecca's adulthood. The case sparks a profound debate about the definition of maturity and the rights of individuals with unique circumstances. As the media becomes captivated by Rebecca's story, a relentless paparazzo turned stalker adds another layer of danger and tension to the narrative. Amidst the legal battles, media frenzy, and personal struggles, Emma and Adam, caring individuals who have formed a bond with Rebecca, fight to ensure her well-being. They advocate for her right to be considered a child, emphasizing her developmental limitations and the need for specialized care. The story tackles themes of trauma, resilience, and the power of human connection. It raises thought-provoking questions about society's understanding of adulthood and the impact of neglect and abuse on an individual's development. Through compelling characters, including a driven paparazzo and a determined judge, the narrative explores the depths of human nature and challenges readers to reconsider their own beliefs about maturity, compassion, and justice. "Trapped in Babyhood" is a gripping and emotionally charged novel that sheds light on the complexities of trauma, the flaws of the legal system, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. It invites readers on a journey of introspection, empathy, and the search for justice in an unjust world.

I just started writting a book about a 22year old female trapped it a 12 year old body with a 2 year old mind. Be aware this in not an ABDL book. It deal mostly with trauma, child abuse and the road to recovory. Here is the first chapter. Trapped in Babyhood The phone rang a few times before Ursula finally decided to pick it up. "Child Protection Service, Ursula Palmer speaking. How can I help?" she inquired. "Hi Ursula, this is Detective Felton. Remember me?" "Of course, Jimmy. How can I help? Let me guess, another child just witnessed their parents being killed, right?" "Close but wrong. I do have a dead body on my hand, but he died of a heart attack." "Then why are you even there? You know I work special cases, right?" "Yes, but we suspect massive child abuse. It would be better if you could come and see. Can you make the trip as soon as you can?" "Yes, my afternoon is free." "I mean right now. The child is crying, and I really don’t know what to do. I’m texting you the address." Ursula could effectively hear a child crying in the background. She looked at the address. It would take her about an hour and a half to get there, and it was already past ten in the morning. She canceled her lunch and grabbed her jacket. If a child needs her, she can’t refuse it. As Ursula drove to the address provided by Detective Felton, her mind raced with thoughts of what she might find. She had seen her fair share of child abuse cases in her years working for the Child Protection Service, but each one still hit her hard. The thought of a crying child waiting for her at the scene made her heart ache. When she arrived, Ursula found Jimmy waiting for her outside the house. He looked relieved to see her. "Thanks for coming so quickly, Ursula," he said. "The child is inside." Ursula nodded and followed him into the house. As soon as she stepped inside, she could hear the cries of a child. It was a piercing sound that made her want to rush to the child’s side immediately. She looked around the room and saw a small blonde girl sitting on the floor featuring short twin tails on each side of her head. She looked about 12 years old but was dressed in baby-style clothing. Her face was red from crying, and her nose was runny. Ursula's heart broke at the sight of the child, who looked like she was trapped in babyhood. She approached the girl slowly and knelt beside her, giving her a kind and reassuring smile. The girl didn't seem to notice Ursula's presence at first, but as she got closer, she looked up at her with tear-stained cheeks. "It's okay, sweetie. I'm here to help you," Ursula said softly, trying to calm the child. "What is your name?" Ursula noticed that the girl remained inconsolable and didn't respond to her inquiries. It was apparent that she was in significant distress. Ursula examined the girl's attire more closely and observed that she was wearing a baby romper with snap buttons at the crotch. She also noticed that the girl had a visibly wet and soiled diaper emitting a strong odor. "Jimmy, can you tell me what is the situation here? Why is she dressed like this?" asked Ursula, trying to maintain her composure. Detective Felton clarified the situation to Ursula, "We found her in this state when we arrived. As I told you earlier over the phone, her father passed away due to a heart attack, and she was found cradling him, attempting to revive him. This case is unusual, so I called you in. There is no record of a minor living with the father, and he doesn't have any known relatives who could be her parent. However, Mrs. Stanford passed away during childbirth two decades ago, and the baby girl survived. According to our records, this girl in front of us could be their daughter, Rebecca Stanfort, age 22" Ursula was shocked at the revelation. The girl in front of her was actually a young woman trapped in a child's body and forced to live as a baby. She couldn't imagine the horror and trauma Rebecca must have endured for the past 22 years. She gently took Rebecca's hand and asked her some basic questions, trying to assess her mental state. But Rebecca couldn't or wouldn't answer, and Ursula could see that she was deeply traumatized. "We need to get her out of here immediately," Ursula said firmly. "She needs medical attention, and we have to investigate this thoroughly." "Agreed," Detective Felton said. "We'll take care of the legalities and make sure Rebecca gets the help she needs. Can you stay with her for now?" "Of course," Ursula said, gently picking up the crying Rebecca. "Come on, sweetie. Let's get you cleaned up and taken care of." As Ursula held Rebecca, she couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and sadness. Anger at whoever had done this to her, and sadness for the trauma that Rebecca must have gone through. She gently rocked the girl in her arms, trying to soothe her as they made their way to the nursery. On her way to the nursery, Ursula noticed the giant highchair by the kitchen table and took note that the girl was probably starving. She would make sure to give her a meal. Once she reached a door clearly marked “Becky’s Nursery”, she softly spoke the name and as expected, got a reaction from the child. Ursula pushed the door open and stepped into the room, which was decorated in a babyish theme with pastel colors and cartoon characters on the walls. She could see a crib, a changing table, and several shelves filled with baby toys and accessories. There was even a rocking horse. The room was clean and organized, but it felt cold and sterile, like a hospital room. Rebecca was still crying, but she had quieted down a bit since Ursula spoke her baby’s name. Ursula could see that the girl was shivering, and she realized that the room was quite cold, even for an adult. She walked over to the thermostat and turned up the heat, hoping to make the room more comfortable. Then she turned to Rebecca and began to undress her. The girl’s onesie was stained with poop that overflowed her diaper, and Ursula had to carefully unsnap the crotch snap to get the outfit off. As she did, she saw that Rebecca's skin was red and chafed from the diaper, which had clearly been on too long. Ursula made a mental note to get some diaper rash cream and started to clean Rebecca up. As she worked, she talked softly to the girl, telling her that everything would be okay and that she was safe now. Rebecca didn't respond, but Ursula could see that she was watching her carefully, taking everything in. When Ursula finished cleaning her up, she dressed her in a warm onesie and wrapped her in a blanket. Ursula took Rebecca to the kitchen and sat her down in the highchair. She quickly looked through the cabinets and found some baby food and a jar of applesauce. She also found a sippy cup and filled it with water. "Okay, sweetie, let's get you fed," Ursula said, spooning some of the baby food onto a small plate. "Open wide." But Rebecca wouldn’t eat. She looked down at her attire and pointed her breast. Ursula quickly understood what was wrong. Rebecca had just told her she needed a bib. Ursula looked through more cabinets and drawers but couldn’t find one. She went back into the nursery and found them in the top drawer. She came back with some for Becky to choose from and she chose a pink plastic bib featuring My Little Pony. Ursula carefully tied the bib around Rebecca's neck and smiled. "There you go, sweetie. Now let's try again." She spooned some more food onto the plate and held it up to Rebecca's mouth. This time, the little girl opened wide and eagerly gobbled up the food. Ursula noticed that Rebecca was extremely hungry and eagerly ate everything that Ursula gave her. When she was finished, Ursula gave her the sippy cup of water, and Rebecca drank it all in one go. "Good job, sweetie," Ursula said, wiping Rebecca's face with a napkin. "Now, let's get you cleaned up." Ursula took Rebecca to the bathroom and drew a warm bath for her. She undressed Rebecca, carefully removing the already wet and soiled diaper, and put her in the tub. Rebecca looked happy and content in the warm water, splashing around and giggling. Ursula scrubbed her gently with soap and shampooed her hair. When she was done, she wrapped Rebecca in a fluffy towel and carried her back to the nursery. "Now, let's get you dressed in some big girl clothes," Ursula said, looking through the drawers for some clothes that would fit Rebecca's small frame. She found some leggings and a T-shirt that were the right size and dressed Rebecca in them. She also found some socks and shoes that fit her tiny feet. When she was done, Rebecca looked like a little girl instead of a baby. "Okay, sweetie, let's get you out of here," Ursula said, picking up Rebecca and carrying her to the living room. Detective Felton was waiting for them, and he looked relieved to see that Rebecca was clean and dressed. "Is she okay?" he asked, looking at Rebecca. "She's fine," Ursula said. "She was just hungry and needed a bath." Detective Felton nodded and said, "We're ready to take her to the hospital for a check-up. Are you coming with us?" "Of course, I am," Ursula said firmly. "I want to make sure she gets the care she needs." "Great," Detective Felton said. "Let's go." Ursula carried Rebecca to her car and buckled her into the child seat she always has in the back. She sat next to her, holding her hand, and reassuring her that everything was going to be okay. Rebecca looked up at Ursula with big, trusting eyes, and Ursula knew that she was going to do everything in her power to help this poor girl. Detective Felton took place in the driver’s seat, and Ursula started to make phone calls to arrange for Rebecca's immediate medical attention and to begin the investigation. She made sure to keep Rebecca close and held her hand, hoping to provide some comfort during this traumatic experience. As they drove to the hospital, Ursula noticed that Rebecca had fallen asleep in her arms. She looked peaceful, as if for the first time in a long time, she felt safe. Ursula couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards Rebecca, knowing that she would have a long road to recovery ahead of her. Ursula couldn't help but think about what kind of life Rebecca had lived for the past 22 years. She had been trapped in babyhood, eating baby food, forced to wear diapers and baby clothes, and kept in a nursery like an infant. It was unimaginable to Ursula, but she knew that she had to remain professional and do her job. When they arrived at the hospital, Ursula handed Rebecca over to the medical staff, explaining the situation and making sure that they understood how delicate Rebecca's mental state was. She then stepped aside to let them do their job, but stayed nearby in case Rebecca needed her. As Ursula waited, she couldn't help but think about the other children she had helped throughout her career. But this case was different. This was a young woman who had been trapped in babyhood for her entire life. It was a tragedy that she couldn't even imagine. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor came out and approached her. "She's malnourished and dehydrated, but other than that, she seems to be in good health," the doctor said. “Could the malnourishment be responsible for her current physical state” inquired detective Felton. "Absolutely. She has been lacking proper nutriment for healthy growth. We're going to keep her overnight for observation, but she should make a full recovery with proper care." Ursula breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the doctor. She knew that Rebecca still had a long road ahead of her, but at least she was on the path to recovery. End of chapter 1.

Well, I once started to bleed a lot from the anus, so diaper on and direction hospital. I had 2 diaper change before seen the doc (16h), and when I saw him, I was again blood soaked. So While I untapped my diaper for the rectal exam, he asked the nurse for a spare one. I did spent the rest of the day (overnight wait) in the ward under observation. I also had to show my blood soaked diaper to the nurse at every change so she can attest of how much blood there was in it. Fortunately, bleeding stopped after a while, and the diagnostics was a ruptured hemorrhoid. I received some antibiotic to prevent septic infection and was sent home. I never asked to be changed, he would have been rude and nurse are there to help patient, not to answer our fantasy.

Damn it, not again. ... Awww Awwww Awww Awww.... Hold it, please, just a few minute so i can get to the toilet. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE DO IT IN THE CAR. ... Damn it's hurt... Ahhh, fuck it, I'm protected anyway (as I came out of the car). Feeling of relieving myself in my diaper and pain is gone.