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Chapter 11: Epilogue “Welcome to Adoption Day, Ma’am! How are you doing this morning?” The woman was greeted with a big smile, immediately calming her nerves. There were others milling around with the feelings of excitement in the air. “As well as can be expected, I suppose!” an anxious giggle bubbled up from her chest. She clutched her purse, rather tightly, and tapped her foot against the tiled ground. The doors hadn’t opened yet but still she had rushed to the hospital, waiting impatiently in the elevator to take her up to the Toddler Ward. She didn't want to miss today’s event because then she’d have to wait another month. “Well today, you’ll either find your little girl or you won’t. If that doesn’t happen then you can always come again. Sometimes it's just not meant to be.” Christina supposed that was true. Except she didn’t want it too because she’d been searching for a little for over a year and had just about given up. “I take it you have an appointment?” “Yes,” she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “The name is Christina Jenson.” “Ahh, yes here you are!” the woman said a few seconds after typing something on the keyboard. “You’re scheduled with the eight to ten o’clock group. Our head Nurse Jill will probably arrive within the next five minutes and until then, if you wouldn’t mind putting on this paper bracelet,” she handed the pink paper band across the table. “It just helps us keep track of who is a part of which group.” She took it from the woman, secured it around her wrist and followed her directions to the seats where others were settled, all hoping for the same thing today- a Little. Christina had come to expect the same things at these events and just wanted to get a move on. The room was full of hopeful faces and she found herself envious of those who found a little right away. Some people just adopted Littles to be their playthings and dolls to dress up. However, Christina wanted a child to love, to take care of. These adult-babies obviously needed nurturing because they’d ended up here, proving too immature to make it in the adult world. Her friend had offered to come along for moral support but Christina needed to do this by herself. She needed a clear head and it would only be even more devastating if she walked out empty handed. No one needed to see that. Glancing at her phone, the time changed to eight o’clock and the sliding doors opened. Everyone looked up at the new woman as the chatter quickly silenced. The woman, Jill, told the same speech she’d heard numerous times. They’ll have one hour to spend in the playroom with the littles. If by the end of the hour, they hadn’t found anyone, they were to leave. However if they did, then they’d stay the extra hour to fill out paperwork for adoption if they hadn’t already. You could interact with Littles as much as you’d like, the only rule was to stay in the playroom and alert a nurse if one of them needs the bathroom or a change. There were no taking pictures and no giving them items from the outside. If or when you’ve decided to adopt a little or littles, they’ll be taken to a separate room for processing and you are given basic necessities for bringing them home. The last part wouldn’t be necessary because she’d already bought out half of Littles R Us a year ago when she thought she’d be adopting one. The car seat had been installed in her car, unused for twelve months. As had the highchair, bedroom (right beside hers), and every other toy a person could imagine. Everything was already set up. The only thing she was missing was a Little. But maybe that would change today. It had to change. With a new sense of purpose, Christina entered the brightly lit playroom. Her eyes scanned over the children spread throughout the room. There were nine other people- six couples, two men, and one woman. She stood at the door surveying the space first. After going to about ten other of these events, Christina knew what she was looking for. The three girls gathered together at the coloring station were immediately crossed off her list. It was easy to tell when they were confident and most of the time that equaled brattiness. She did not want a brat. Then there were the needy ones. She had a full time job and it would be best if they didn’t have a full blown tantrum every time she left the house. A few of her friends had littles like that and honestly, she didn't know how they did it. Just by observation, that automatically eliminated another four girls. Then, there were the ones who were too made up and a little (how to put it nicely?) fat. Christina did not want a porcelain doll or one who would lead to having health problems later in life. She wanted chubby but not overweight. Cute but not picture perfect. Another two were crossed off the list. Pressing two fingers against her temple, she rubbed in circles, trying to decrease the growing headache. It was happening again and it hadn’t even been five minutes… was it really this hopeless? Or perhaps she was too picky. Most of them were grouped together and most were already engaged with the other adults. It was not going well. “Can I be of help, miss…?” “Miss Jenson.” she replied, looking to her left. A woman- the one from before- stood beside her with a perfectly crafted smile on her face. What was her name? Julie? Jen? “You can call me, Jill.” Oh, right. The head nurse. “Christina.” Her eyes glanced over the woman, slightly jealous at how put together she seemed. If there was a representative for the perfect woman from the 1950s, she’d fit the part. Everything from her dress, hair, and perfectly manicured nails. “I can tell you’re searching for something specific. What is it?” The woman was direct. Got straight to the point. She liked that about her. “Some people tell me I’m picky but-” “You know what you want.” Jill stated, rather than asked. In an airy laugh, she breathed, “yes. However, I haven’t been able to find it yet. They’re either too made up. Too bratty. Clingy. I’m at a loss.” Christina was afraid she’d put off the woman with her numerous requirements but watched as her eyes scanned the room like a hawk hunting for its prey. “I think I know the one.” “What?” her mouth dropped open, hardly able to contain her shock. “You see the red haired girl in the corner?” Christina’s eyes followed the woman’s pointed finger until they stopped on the girl, huddled in a bean bag chair that engulfed her body. She was seated in the little library, a picture book opened in her lap. The girl was so quiet and subdued that she had almost missed her. Her curled hair was separated into two french braids with dark green ribbons tied at the ends. Her button nose scrunched up as she read and painted on freckles scattered across her face. Her short dress, also a dark green, was simple but tasteful with the tiny bows at the end, and wore black Mary Janes and ruffled white knee-length socks. Her dress did absolutely nothing to hide her star covered pullup but she didn’t seem to care. “What’s her name?” she found herself asking. “Emmy,” Jill smirked. “You could say that she’s our little spitfire. However, the flame, well, it’s been tamed just a bit.” ooOoo The girl shyly glanced up, her eyes a striking blue, which shocked the woman at first. Gingers with blue eyes were rare and unique. Christina sat down in front of her on the rug and the girl- Emmy’s bow-shaped lips pursed together. A pacifier was clipped to the front of her dress but she brought her thumb to her mouth instead. “A little birdie told me that your name was Emmy?” Her thinly plucked brows furrowed together, confusion clear in her eyes, and the beginning of curiosity. “I think that’s a very pretty name for such a pretty girl.” A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as her cheeks turned pink. Christina kept her voice soft and calming, not wanting to startle her. It would do no good for their relationship because already, the woman knew she was the one for her. There was just something about her that Christina could not put her finger on. “Fank you…” her head tilted to the side, failing at hiding the bright smile on her face. “Oh, what good manners! You’re very welcome sweetheart.” The girl brightened even further at the praise, not even realizing how condescending it was meant to be. “Can you show me what book you are reading?” Christina took the opportunity to scoot closer, seeing her growing comfort. She held up the book cover, more excited and exclaimed. “Piggy Goes Oink!” The girl took it a step further by flipping through the ten page book, showing her each page. The only words were the sounds animals make and their picture. But there was no butterfly which Emmy had proudly stated was her favorite. “Do you like books?” “Yesh!” she giggled. “I wike vem a wot!” “Really?” Christina acted shocked. “That’s so cool! Do you know, I have a lot of books at home? Maybe we could even find one with a butterfly!” Squealing like she had just been given the greatest gift in the world, only cemented her choice. Emmy pulled another book from tiny shelf and held it out to her, “Wead?” her eyes were hopeful. “You want me to read the book?” Christina found it adorable how she couldn’t pronounce rs or anything else for the matter. She was just ready to scoop her up and take her away. “We have many books at home, Emmy. Why don’t we read later.” The girl didn’t understand. “Home?” “Yes, home, sweetheart. I’m your new mommy. You’re coming back to my house with me.” This seemed to confuse her even further as she sucked on her bottom lip, glancing down at her lap and began to shake her head. “Hewe!” She was adamant. “Nuwse Janie! Home!” Her voice was firm as she said, “No, sweetheart. Here?” she gestured all around. “No more home. Me? Home.” she patted her chest. “You call me mommy.” Explaining this to her was like talking to a break wall. She wouldn’t understand what was happening until it happened. Christina was prepared for the waterworks and tantrum. It was all part of the process. It was all she knew, assuming her past life was forgotten. Ignoring her tears, she called for the nurse. “I’d like to adopt her.” she nearly burst with happiness. “She’s the one!” ooOoo The paperwork was tedious, which was what she expected, but Christina didn’t care because she’d finally found her daughter. There was no greater joy in her life than this moment. “Emmy was one of our most headstrong patients.” Nurse Jill explained, handing over her entire file from her stay here. They sat in her office, officializing everything. “The hypnosis was very slow moving and didn’t work on her initially and any attempt to get her to regress was met with resistance. Even breastfeeding, which usually helps, only left her in a trance for a short amount of time. After, it was like she wasn’t affected at all.” Christina had heard of littles having trouble regressing but not this much. “What made her regress in the end?” “A combination of things really.” the nurse explained about her friend being adopted out, separating her from the nurse, and stopping breastfeeding which she had become addicted too. “The more you took from her, the more she broke.” It made perfect sense, actually. Using her fear of abandonment to their advantage and well, Emmy would recover. Probably in a few months she wouldn’t even remember the hospital or Nurse Janie. Littles did not have very good memories. Once again, that’s why they needed an actual adult to look after them. “For the first few days at home, she’ll probably be scared and confused because she only knows life here at the hospital. However, It shouldn’t take long for her to adjust once she realizes you are not leaving her.” She took mental notes, wanting to remember all the information. “Is there anything else I need to know?” “Everything is in the file, but you should understand that even though you wanted her as a toddler, we’ve found that Emmy does best with nursing. We could hardly get her to drink from a bottle.” “I was already planning on doing that.” Christina shrugged. “I really just wanted someone I could interact with. The newborns just lay there doing nothing and then the infants have such a limited vocabulary.” “Very well,” Jill nodded. “I also hope you don’t mind changing diapers because we’ve done our best to potty train her, but of course with littles,” she laughed. “It’s impossible. They’ll always have accidents.” She couldn’t agree more with that. Christina had babysat her fair number of children. “That brings me onto the topic of punishments. Once again, you can read about this more in her file, but we’ve found that diapering and spanking are the most effective for her.” There was so much more she wanted to ask and talk about but the time had just about run out. There was a line of other people behind her and Christina, well, she was anxious to see her new daughter. “By now the other nurses should’ve prepared her for the trip home. It is a standard procedure to give them sleepy medicine, so she probably won’t wake for a few hours. You saw her tantrum before, it’ll also help calm her down. Do you have any questions before you head out?” She let out a shaky breath, overwhelmed (in a good way). “I-I don’t think so. It was nice to meet you, thank you for everything.” “Of course. I’m a new mom too, I know what it’s like.” “Oh! What’s your child’s name?” “Ginny. She’s just perfect.” ooOoo A/N: PLEASE READ Hey everyone! Yaay! I'm so happy that I've finally finished this story! Thank you to those who've read and reviewed (I'm not sure how many are still following this story) but to those who've commented and liked it, thank you! Did you see what I did at the end there with Ginny? Remember she was the new nurse that let Emmy escape? Well she has a new mommy... I tried to include the darker aspects of the society into this story and the next one is by far I believe going to be the darkest. I'm writing about Lulu next. You may remember her from Willa's story, the other girl in the hospital with her. She got the most brutal treatment of all of them so far, I think. But next it'll be all about her! Please review and tell me what you thought of this story! There are other characters I want to write about as well and I might make those stories into one shots. That's because I do have a few other brand new things I'm working on (aka. Diaper Dimension).

Thank you!! I’ll try to update soon! Thank you!! And yes, I was already thinking of doing something like that in the epilogue. This is the same place but I had mentioned briefly in a previous chapter that it was on a different floor- the Toddler Ward.

Chapter 10: She toddled beside the nurse, bowlegged, and hand in hand down the hallways. The time she tried to escape seemed like so long ago. But her plan was working, a little too well and they were eating right out of the palm of her hands. The wet pull up wasn’t uncomfortable per say, but she definitely didn’t want to stay in the padding because it left a sour smell in its wake. But Emma found herself not caring, not realizing how frequently the nurses were dragging her toward the pott- bathroom before she wet herself. Which most often did not happen. Her eyes wandered around, caught up with the artwork hanging on the wall from the older kids. They were near the classrooms. “Come on, sweetie!” the woman beckoned, dragging her along. “You can finger paint when we get back to the playroom but right now you are a very messy girl.” Messy she was indeed. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, feeling a few more drops leak out into the already swollen padding around her waist. She wore no skirt, only a frilly t-shirt and hair was separated into two tight braids on the top of her head. It didn’t bother her as much as it should have but Emma reminded herself, it was all a part of the plan. And it was going swimmingly well. They turned a corner and the nurse pushed open the door, leading her toward the little training potties pushed against the wall. “N-nah,” she gnawed on her bottom lip and whimpered as the woman reached forward and pulled at the straps of the pull up. “How are you going to finish going potty if we don’t take off your pull up?” she cracked a smile, raising her hands in question. The woman made a good point. But Emma still wasn’t comfortable in the bare state. Maybe if Nurse Janie was here… she could help her go potty. “Myself!” she crossed her arms over her chest. “No help!” An unsure look fell over the nurse’s face and exclaimed, “Little girls need help on the potty! What if you fell in?” Of course she wouldn’t fall in! Emma knew that wasn’t possible but the woman had a completely serious look and that caused the girl to pause. She couldn’t…. Right? Her stomach gurgled, jolting her from her thoughts and Emma groaned, knowing she wouldn’t be able to prevent it from occurring. “Are you going to make a little present for me?” a thick dark brow rose high. “F-finger paint!” Emma sucked on the tip of her thumb, bending over slightly as her abdomen was hit with another paint. “That’s a present you can make for Nurse Janie and she’ll be very happy,” the nurse explained slowly. “Do you want to make me happy as well?” Emma found herself nodding, urgently. Happy nurses meant no punishment and more milkies. But only at night time now. They called it, weaning off the breast? Emma didn’t like it very much. The young girl froze still as fingers pinched the elastic bands, sliding the heavy, wet pullup down to her ankles and she collapsed on the plastic princess seat, knees pressed to her chest. “Now, does Emmy need a little encouragement to go poo or can she be a big girl?” “Big giwl!” ooOoo Emma didn’t even notice that it was everyday right after lunch she had to use the potty. Her tummy made all sorts of funny noises and she happily informed a grownup of her predicament. She became used to the personal attention just like her paci, which she usually only used for sleeping now. However, the lisp from the object was now a permanent factor, one she didn't even notice. Emma was just happy at how well she was still holding up. No one had discovered her con yet and perhaps in another life, she could’ve been an actress. Sometimes being here was even fun. Why not make the most of it? It’s not like they had actually turned her into a baby. She was an adult and always would be an adult and someday she would escape. That’s what she kept telling herself but it soon became a fleeting thought. Her eyes wandered over the bright colors on her messy hands. A large smock had been secured around her neck and sat comfortably in her new pull up in the little plastic red chair. Smeared on her cheek was a smudge of red and blue and she smiled bright, admiring her work. They were pretty butterflies. She was very proud. Emma had already given two other paintings to Nurse Janie and she said she hung them on her refrigerator at home. It made Emma very happy and she was an awfully smiley girl. But the happiness faded as quickly as it came. The paper was stolen right out from under her. A loud screech sounded from her tiny body. “G-gif i-back!” Emma turned to the right, trying to reach for the paper and a crinkle formed between her brows as her blue eyes glazed over. She anxiously sucked on her bottom lip, chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as they all laughed at her. She hated the laughter. And the pointing. But mostly the laughter. Vivi held the painting high above her head, the girl already towering over her as Emmy sobbed. A small part of her mind was aware of the fact that it was just a stupid art project that she shouldn’t be crying over. But another part of her found this to be the most horrible thing in the world to happen. “Mine!” she screeched, pushing herself up on wobbling legs. She wore a thicker pull up now with several soaker pads. Sometimes she wasn’t quick enough to the potty and she tended to go a lot. But that meant now it was even harder to walk. Emma took a step only to fall down and her pull up cushioned her landing. The laughter increased and a small circle formed around her at the art table. “Does the b-b-baby w-want her whittle art pwoject back?” the girl mocked her. “No’ baby!” she argued. “Gif back!” Of course that only made it worse. June had distanced herself from her, wanting to stay away from Vivi which left Emma alone. “Does baby Emmy need milky fwom Nurse Janie?” Her face heated up, angry that they were talking about the nurse like that. Emmy knew she was difficult, refusing to drink from the bottle, crying incessantly when separated from the woman but she was all she had left. Now they were trying to take her away. Emma knew the behavior wasn’t normal. She wasn’t a little baby but she just couldn’t help but react. She couldn’t stop the tears. Vivi liked to pick on her. No matter what she did, the girl had a vicious word to say or found some way to humiliate her. She was surrounded and there was no escape. “What the pictuwe supposed to be?” another girl snarked. “It wooks wike a big poop!” “Nah!” Emma was getting agitated very quickly. “Gif back! GIF back! GIF BACK!” The sound of the laughter was softened by the ringing in her ears as she felt an overload of tears and snot run from her nose. A piercing wail echoed throughout the room and it wasn’t soon before two grown ups ran over, separating her from the group. She was being bounced. In someone's arms. Normally, she would have protested the action but was a little preoccupied, screaming her lungs out. “Let's go find Nurse Janie, hmm?” the woman attempted to calm the storm. “I’m sure she would like to see your very pretty picture.” After that, ever so slowly, the sobbing turned to whimpers and through blurred vision saw that the nurse held the picture in her hand. She’d gotten it back. Emma laid her on her shoulder, tired out and didn’t even flinch at the feel of fingers being stuck down the front of the pull up. It was wet, in between her legs and the woman’s hip but she didn’t even blink. The nurse was probably used to it. “You’re not ready to be changed yet,” she decided. “But maybe after a little nap.” ooOoo The girl slept soundly, literally having cried herself to sleep, attached to Nurse Janie’s tit like it was the oxygen she needed to breathe. “She’s actually almost regressed.” Nurse Jill breathed. “I figured it would take longer than it did. Yet she still thinks she has us fooled.” “Do you think she’ll be ready for Adoption Day next week?” Janie trailed a finger down her puffed out cheek. The girl was adorable, suckling on her paci, believing it still to be the woman’s breast. “Most definitely. The more she fights against the haze, the further she succumbs. They never win. Emmy is just the latest example.” “Yes,” Janie let out a breathless laugh. “She has herself convinced that we can’t hear her when she whispers, ‘pretend, just pretend.’ I’ve never met a more stubborn little in my life. Even until the very end, she’ll fight.” ooOoo A shiver went down her spine as she wiggled around. The girl lay naked, chilly on the exam table. Words spoken between the grownups went in one ear and out the other and she just happily focused on the toys dangling in front of her face. Emmy didn’t like the doctors but Nurse Janie promised they could have some cuddle time before beddy-bye tonight if she was a good girl. So, Emmy was now determined to be the best even if it was a little uncomfy. “You’re being such a good girl!” The end of the sentence caught her attention and Emmy perked up, glancing at the doctor. A grin lit her face as drool dripped down her chin. “Do you want to continue to be a good girl?” Emmy glanced at Nurse Janie, who sat in the chair across the room. Her head nodded. “I’m going to need you to be my little helper and lay on your tummy. Can you do that?” she exclaimed excitedly, eyes wide. Emmy noticed an object in her hand but didn’t quite put it together. She had no arguments against her request and did as bid, focused on her one goal. Be a good girl. “Yes, just like that, good job, sweetie.” Her ignorance of the request did not last for long as she felt a large object enter inside. She tried to jerk away at whatever that thing was. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and the rubber bulb anxiously bobbed up and down in her mouth. Tiny whimpers echoed throughout the room. “We just need to make sure you don’t have any icky germs!” The doctor placed her hand on the small of her back, preventing her from moving away. A fat tear rolled down her cheek as she didn't understand what was going on. Emmy was not a fan of the unknown. However, as soon as the ordeal began, it ended. Three beeps were heard and the object was gone. Everything was normal. But Emmy still cried. “Oh, I’m right here Em, baby.” Nurse Janie was across the room at her side as quick as could be. The pad of her thumb swiped at a lone tear and the nurse took the pullup from the doctor, securing it around her, herself. She fussed, pulling and checking the straps making sure it was on comfortably. It was the only clothing she needed at the moment. “Why don’t you take her in your lap? It may be easier to finish the exam.” Doctor Madison knew they had gotten through the hard part and it should be smooth sailing from there on. “I’m pleased with the results so far. Physically, she’s gained a substantial, healthy amount of weight. She’s also got a normal temperature ” the doctor noted the roundness in her thighs, arms, and her little belly that had formed. “I also want to confirm the questionnaire you’ve filled out. She hasn’t had any arousal in the last several weeks since wearing the chastity belt, correct?” “Yes. The nurses and myself have been watching her very closely. She stopped trying to act like a big girl when the conditioning set in. Does this mean she’s ready to be adopted?” “First I’d like to ask her a few questions.” Doctor Madison flipped to a new page on the clipboard. All littles needed a clean bill of health, physically and mentally before they could formally be adopted. They could take no chances a little wasn’t completely regressed. “Em, can you look up at the nice doctor?” Nurse Janie asked the girl who had hidden her tear stained face in her shoulder. “She just wants to ask you some questions.” The girl looked up reluctantly with a newfound weariness. Her eyebrows furrowed together and whined again as the nurse wiggled the paci out from between her lips. “You’ll have your paci back after you talk to Doctor Madison. Do you understand?” The child was prepared to argue, to cry, but the no nonsense look in her eyes paused her planned reaction. She sulked, instead, reluctantly agreeing and focused her eyes on the tile ground. “Can I ask what your name is?” “Em-” she paused, thinking it over. The name she wanted to say, the name she insisted on was at the tip of her tongue. But it was not what came out. “Em...Emmy.” she blinked. “Emmy.” “Very good.” mumbled the doctor. “How old are you?” “Two!” She sat up a little straighter in the woman’s lap. Something wasn’t right but she didn’t know what. Nurse Janie gave her an encouraging smile and all her doubts were forgotten about. “Can you tell me what your favorite animal is?” Oh that was an easy one. “Buttafwy!” she let out a high pitched squeal. “What does a butterfly do?” Emmy was only too excited to demonstrate as she flapped her arms about, bouncing up and down. “Vey fwy an-and I make one for Nursie Janie in a- a pictuwe!” “Really?” the doctor was shocked. “Do you often make pictures for grown ups? Does Nurse Janie have a lot of pretty pictures?” Her head nodded quickly and messily like a bobble doll. “You aren’t a grown up are you, Emmy?” With her head cocked to the side, Emmy giggled like she had heard the most funny joke in the world. “I, a whittle giwl. Dat’s wha’ Nurse Janie and Nurse Jiwl says.” “Well, aren’t you the smartest girl in the world!” she bopped her nose. “I think you miss, Emmy are going to make a mommy or daddy very, very happy.” ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to the few who reviewed, they really mean a lot to me (sorry I'm so bad with responding but everyone's reviews are greatly appreciated)! I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts because your opinions matter to me! To answer a review from before, Emmy was in the last story in the very last chapter at Jessy's birthday party. So you did briefly meet her. As for this story, it is coming to an end soon, probably the next chapter. I will say more about what I am writing after the next time I post. Also, sorry for so long between posting. I was on vacation for the past few weeks and am finally home! I should update again soon and again, would love to hear everyones thoughts!

Chapter 9: “Why so pouty, sweetheart?” Nurse Jill towered over as she squatted in the leather seat, her legs bent as she pushed off from the ground with her toes with what little feeling she had gained back. She didn’t know how long she bounced for but she didn’t mind it anymore. It gave her something other to think about than Chrissy. Her friend. “No need for tears.” the mean nurse knelt down in front of her. Emma stared at her ankles, wondering how they were not yet broken in those high heels she wore every day. Emma remembered when she wore those shoes. Her feet hurt badly, but it didn’t matter. It was all about the look- “Is Emmy thinking big girl thoughts?” Her eyes shot up, wide with apprehension. Little girls did not think hard thoughts. Littles obeyed the nurses. Used manners. Littles played with toys. Emmy was a good girl… but she missed Chrissy. Everything was so very confusing now. She bounced again and her bladder went loose. She hadn’t even felt the urge to pee. It wasn’t supposed to be like this- Pretend. Chrissy’s voice rang in her mind. That’s what she’s supposed to do. It’s what she promised Chrissy. Her mind floated to tv time. “I think someone wet their diapee!” It was squishy as she bounced again, crinkling with each movement. It was an uncomfortable feeling but Emmy stayed quiet. Good girls waited for a change. Good girls were not demanding. She was a good girl. Pretend. Her gaze shifted to another girl- June. She was being lead out by another nurse. “Some little girls aren’t ready for the potty and go in their diapees,” it was as if Nurse Jill read her mind. “But we’ll try again soon and then you can show everyone what a big girl you are.” Emmy’s eyes lit up with the new information. Perhaps people would stop avoiding her, laughing at her. Perhaps she’d make a new frien- No. Chrissy was her only. The sadness seeped back in her body. “Does Emmy miss Chrissy?” her voice feigned pity. How did she know? Her wide eyes blurred over with tears as her lips wobbled around the rubber bulb. “Oh, Peaches, it'll be ok.” The nurse reached forward undoing the five part harness, holding her in the jolly jumper, and lifted her into her arms. “You’re going to make new friends and have lots of fun and be a good girl. Doesn’t that sound good?” No! She whined, burying her face in the crook of the woman’s neck. Usually she was trying to stay away from her as much as possible. Today though… she needed comfort. Needed to be held. But it was only this once. Never again. Besides, it was all pretend… she wasn’t really a baby, she wasn’t… Her attention drifted to the music box. It had been abandoned by another girl. It played a pretty tune. “Do you like the music?” The nurse noticed her attention shift as the tears stopped. Yes-no- Emmy didn’t know. She was conflicted. She didn’t want to play. She wanted to be sad. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be… but the antiqued box was very nice looking. Emmy decided against it. She wanted the jolly jumper back. Her wet diaper had been forgotten about and the nurse was in no rush to change it. ooOoo Bath time was the same as usual. The water was lukewarm and only rose to her hips. Nurse Janie never turned her back, even for a second. Probably in fear that she’d drown. Emma thought. Her mind had cleared up again and she was no longer crying. Instead, she just felt an incredible amount of loneliness. But Nurse Janie made up for the loss. The woman pushed a bath toy towards her and normally Emma would’ve ignored the yellow rubber duck. She would’ve crossed her arms and looked the other way. But her eyes narrowed in on the object and Nurse Janie smiled. The wash cloth was smooth against her sensitive pink skin and Emma allowed her to clean without a fight. The duck had taken up her interest. She squirmed uncomfortably as the woman moved to clean her… lady part and stuck the wash cloth in her folds. However it wasn’t a big fight like it usually was. Nurse Janie moved on quickly and Emma couldn’t remember what she had been upset about. “You’ve been such a good girl.” she repeated for the hundredth time. “You’re going to make a mommy or daddy very happy.” Her eyes brightened. A lot of people told her that now. She was playing her part, tricking them all. It was working. Chrissy would be proud. “Some people get both a mommy and daddy. Possibly even a brother or a sister.” Her head cocked to the side. Emma never had any siblings. “You may not share blood but that won’t make you any less a family.” Her heart panged with sadness and Nurse Janie hummed a tune as she scrubbed her soapy head clean. “Let’s get you ready for beddy-bye now,” the woman said as she wrapped her in a fuzzy towel and carried her bridal style from the bathroom. “You’ve had a very eventful day.” ooOoo “She’s regressing... but not fast enough." “Well at least she’s not fighting back.” A grumble was heard. Emma put the object into the square hole, completing the last puzzle of the game. The women talked about her as if she wasn’t there and Emma couldn’t help but listen in. “She’s compliant and obedient. She knows that’ll keep her out of trouble.” “But she’s not regressed.” Nurse Jill sighed, her lips pressing into a thin line, barely noticeable. “She’s reluctant and stubborn. I thought Chrissy-” Emma whimpered. The woman’s paused and said, “I thought she would’ve been her breaking point but apparently not.” Emma tried not to let the confusion show in her eyes. Nurse Janie was with Jill (the Wicked Witch of the West) in the playroom. Nurse Janie was never here. She always stayed in the nursery. Emma expected her to play with her and June but she stayed standing with Nurse Jill, talking. “Gen?” the girl beside her asked, pointing to the plastic shapes she had removed from their holes. June wanted to play again. Emma couldn’t say no to her. She was a bit of a cry baby and Emma felt bad every time she watched her dimpled, chubby face scrunch up as tears streamed from her blue eyes. She couldn’t understand how June wasn’t adopted. She was everything these people were looking for in a baby. She was overweight, not unhealthy, but it’s what all of those people loved. Rolls of fat literally lined her arms and legs and she walked with this sickening cute waddle. Her voice was high pitched and possibly had the most pinchable cheeks. But Emma was happy. She had a new friend- not the same as Chrissy- but at least she wasn’t completely alone. “I suppose if she doesn’t regress, we’ll send her to one of the stores. They are always searching for more Littles and if anything becoming a Baby Slave would certainly put her in her place.” Emma tried to ignore the conversation but her stomach churned. June sucked on the yellow triangle and Emma took it in her hands without thinking. She tried to put it in the square hole. It didn’t fit. “I-I don’t know about that,” Nurse Janie spoke up hesitantly. “You never know what could happen between now and next month. Let’s not resort to extremes.” “Well,” Nurse Jill sighed. “I’m starting to believe this is the path we may have to take for June if she’s not adopted next month. I didn’t think her health problems would be that much of a turn off for people.” “Just give them time,” the nurse practically begged Jill and they dropped the conversation. Emma looked up at the woman she’d grown undoubtedly close too and whimpered as she left the room, throwing the toy down. The girl didn’t do well with separation. “You’ll see Nurse Janie later.” Jill’s voice had turned cold. “Now play with June, she’s lonely.” ooOoo Two weeks had passed and she hadn’t even noticed. Everything continued the same until it wasn’t. Emma was not a fan of change. She preferred routine and finally having settled into one, everything was changing. Emma was not a fan. The room was big, loud, and chaotic. It reminded her of a school cafeteria, only now with a bunch of adult babies instead of teenagers. The toddlers group had their own long table just like each group had theirs. It was dinner time. She was supposed to be with Nurse Janie in the nursery. She was supposed to be drinking her milkies. She was supposed to be rocked back and forth, and then next would come bath time, and then cuddles. But she was cold and crabby. The bottled milk in the sippy cup was not what she was used to and the highchair was too constraining. She hadn’t even realized it was a highchair at first, too distraught at being away from her nurse. June sat beside her, happily munching away on the softened carrots and peas, mashed potatoes, and bland cheesy pasta. She couldn’t even remember how to hold a spoon. The gloves and the pacifier had been removed and her mouth automatically searched for something to suck on. So she used the spoon. The food was icky. She refused to eat any of it. She only liked Nurse Janie’s milk, and Emma was aware of how messed up in the mind she sounded but she found herself not caring. “Does someone need help eating their dindin?” Nurse Nelly suddenly appeared in front of her. The young girl’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. She did not need help doing anything. She purposefully chose not to eat. “Open, Emmy.” she tried to pull the spoon out from her closed lips but the girl would not relent. “You’ll get your paci back after you eat your food. You’re a growing girl.” the woman pointlessly explained. Talking to her was like talking to a brick. Emma would not give in until she got what she wanted. “What about some milk?” she picked up the warm plastic sippy cup. “Does Emmy want some yummy milk?” It wasn’t Nurse Janie. The woman seemed to catch on. “You’re getting to be a big girl now!” Nurse Nelly gasped excitedly. “Aren’t you happy? Big girls eat in the lunch room with all their little friends. Babies eat in the nursery. You’re a big girl now. You don’t want to be a baby, do you?” Emma paused for a moment. She didn’t want to be a baby. But she wanted Nurse Janie. Though, this was what she had wanted this entire time, wasn’t it? Now she found herself, doubting everything. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed, it really means a lot to me (sorry I'm so bad with responding but everyone's reviews are greatly appreciated)! Emma is regressing more than she realizes and would like to still believe that she's fooling everyone but the only one she's fooling is herself! As for Nurse Jill, she can see right through her little act and is much more manipulative than Emma gives her credit for! I should update again soon and would love to hear everyones thoughts!

Chapter 8: Emma wasn’t sure if she had given up or was just tired but time passed slowly and it seemed the fight had been knocked out of her. She was obedient, a good girl. She did not cause any more issues or start fights. Chrissy had told her to pretend and that’s what she did. Everything was normal (or as normal as it could get). She tried to ignore the fact that she couldn't feel her lower half and paid no attention to the mean words that spouted from Vivi’s and her little minions mouths. Her head rested in the crook of Nurse Jamie’s neck, legs wrapped around her waist. They rocked back and forth and Emma desperately fought to keep her heavy eyes open. She wasn’t ready to go to sleep yet. She was comfortable, warm, where she was. When her eyes closed, that’s when the dreams started, nightmares. Emma was safe with Nurse Janie. She was content. And she hated the feeling. “You’ve been such a good girl lately.” her voice was a quiet whisper in her ear. The woman patted her back and Emma suckled, unsure how to feel about her words. They made her feel good. But at the same time she wanted to cry. “I just put the last girl down,” another voice whispered. A woman, another nurse, stood in front of them. The room was dark and the sound of suckling pacis and soft music filled her ears. It was night time, only about seven o’clock. Normally, she’d be wide awake but Emma had gotten used to the routine and was now exhausted. “Do you want me to take her?” At that, a high pitched whine sounded from the back of her throat and clutched onto the woman tighter, feeling oddly… attached. “Shhh,” the nurse patted her back again and responded, “it always takes a while for her to fall asleep. I can handle this.” “Well, let me know if you need any help.” the woman shrugged. “Earlier, Chrissy was asking me if she and Emmy could sleep together tonight. They’re pretty close” Emma lifted her head just a little at the sound of her friend’s name. She felt safe, sane around the other girl. Being away from her was like losing her grip on reality, something she desperately needed. “Is Chrissy asleep yet?” “I just put her down like ten minutes ago. She’s nodding off.” There was silence from both women as Nurse Jamie thought and Emma had a hopeful feeling. “Well Emmy has been acting very good lately,” the nurse finally sighed. “One night together shouldn’t hurt.” Emma smiled, a lazy smile, knowing her friend was always up to something. She exhaled a large breath through her nose and suckled on the paci content. She found an odd comfort in the object, something she greatly detested, but couldn’t help the feeling. Now, the girl couldn’t stand to be parted from the object. The rocking stopped and Emma squirmed, wishing the movement to be back but the nurse shushed her as they moved across the room, holding her bridal style. Even in the dark, Emma could just make out the rise and fall of Chrissy’s chest. Her eyes were closed and blonde curls fanned out around her. She was allowed a pink puffy nightgown that ended right before her waist, showing off her pullup. Emma felt… jealous, at the sight of her clothing. She was swaddled, naked, only in a diaper. She wanted to prove she wasn’t a baby. She was a big girl. A good girl like Chrissy. “I’m going to trust you to behave tonight, Emmy.” The young girl didn’t know what she meant until she placed her beside Chrissy, unswaddled, in just a thick nighttime diaper. Her eyes were wide, now wide awake. She fidgeted and the girl beside her groaned. “You’ve been such a good girl.” her voice hardened. “Don’t disappoint me.” This was a test. One she wasn't willing to fail. ooOoo Emma laid on her back, head turned toward her friend. She felt snug, pressed up against Chrissy. The crib was big enough to fit the both of them just didn’t leave much option for movement. She watched the nurse leave the room and stayed frozen until the door shut. Emma wasn’t sure whether to wake Chrissy or leave her to sleep, but the decision was made for her when the girl’s eyes fluttered open and a wicked grin appeared on her face. She removed the paci from her lips, smacking them together. She was never asleep. “This is our only time to talk. I have to tell you about tomorrow.” her voice was just below a whisper, not even the blinking red baby monitors could pick up the sound. Emma’s eyebrows furrowed together, confused as to what she was talking about. “It’s adoption day tomorrow,” she explained. “I overheard the nurses talking but I didn’t realize a month had already passed.” Emma remembered their conversation from before, nearly a week ago. It didn’t feel like that much time had passed though. Worry began to gnaw at her, afraid some strangers would take her away. She couldn’t go- not yet- she needed to escape- “Emma, breathe!” the girl grabbed her wrist firmly. “Don’t cry, don’t make any noise.” She listened to her, or at least tried to while thinking of every bad thing that could happen. “You’re not going to be adopted. Don’t worry,” that did little to calm her nerves, “but I probably will.” Her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach. She couldn’t lose her only friend. “I arrived here over a month ago, just a few days before the last adoption day. We’re only allowed to be adopted once we’re thought to be fully regressed, so I wasn’t eligible at the time. But I am now and probably will be leaving tomorrow- oh, don’t cry!” Emma hadn’t even realized her cheeks were wet. Chrissy reached out her hand to wipe them away. She began to cry harder. “It’s going to be ok.” Chrissy desperately tried to comfort her. “If you keep doing what you’re doing now then you’ll be fine. Have you noticed how they’ve stopped punishing you? You’re allowed more freedom? It’s working, Emma. Don’t start fighting back again.” Emma wasn’t sure if the tears were from the fear or her suddenly wet diaper. Her cheeks turned a scarlet red but Chrissy rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t bother me anymore. We all can’t control ourselves.” That did not make her feel any better. “I just wanted to tell you if we don’t see each other again after tomorrow. I didn’t want to leave you, Emma- you’re like my best friend.” Emma wouldn’t have believed it before but in the past couple of weeks they’d grown as close as could be, so much so that the nurses had trouble separating them. “The nurses should be back any minute for rounds.” she sighed. “Please don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” ooOoo Chrissy was wrong. Everything was not fine. The littles were separated into two groups, Chrissy and Emma going opposite ways down the hall. Nurse Ginny carried her bridal style. One: because she still couldn’t feel her legs and two: she’d dissolved into a puddle of tears as soon as they were separated. Emma wasn’t sure why she was so emotional. Everything made her want to cry and overall there was this heightened feel of sensitivity. Nurse Ginny told her it was ok to cry, little girls couldn’t control their feelings. Emma found her to be the biggest hypocrite of them all because here she was, the supposed “adult” wearing a diaper, which was very obvious through her scrubs. Emma could only imagine it was part of her punishment for losing track of her before and she felt no pity for the woman. Her group, the unregressed to semi regressed adults were six people. Another nurse stood at the end of the line, making sure everyone kept up. They were going back to the tv room and she was in a grumpy mood, had been since waking up this morning. First off, her diaper was soiled. The massive load of poop covered all of her bottom, leaving no skin untouched. Chrissy made no mention of it though the entire room smelt of shit. All because of her. She had a pounding headache and eyes squeezed shut at the sudden intrusion of light in the room when the nurses came in. Nurse Janie was in a rush this morning and it was all disorienting. But this was what she got when she cried herself to sleep. It was the same as everyday, watching everyone else go to breakfast while she stayed behind in the nursery, preparing for her own special breakfast. She barely had a chance to let herself settle before the nurse slipped a sleeveless romper over her head that barely fit over the diaper and snapped shut at her crotch. Peaches covered the outfit, embarrassingly one being right on her bottom. Emma would rather be dead than caught out in public in this outfit. Yet she didn’t have much of a choice. Her hair was, painfully, pulled up into a high ponytail and a big orange bow was placed in the front. Matching orange mitts were put over her hands. There seemed to be a theme today. Emma could only conclude that it was because of adoption day. Though she wasn’t going to be shown, they still wanted all the girls to look nice. When she saw Chrissy again, in the tv room, her hair was separated into two braids and wore a poofy sparkly, yellow dress, just like her hair. Ruffled white socks and shiny black Mary Janes were on her feet. Every single girl was dressed up. This was obviously a big event. Everything moved fast and confused her even further. Emma swore she saw herself on the screen, diapered, smiling, and drooling. She enjoyed using her diaper. She enjoyed the warm mess. Nurse Janie was happy so she was happy. But suddenly, the happiness faded. Chrissy was gone and she was alone and Emma couldn’t hold back the wail. All the adults cooed, looking on at her. “Don’t worry, Emmy, you’re just a sleepy girl.” Nurse Ginny bounced her in her arms. It’s true, she was pretty sleepy. She was a little girl and little girls needed nap time. Nurse Ginny was right. She had to be right. The young girl rubbed her eyes with her fisted hands and pressed her face into the woman’s firm bosom. It wasn’t the same though as Nurse Janie. She wanted her back. She was her little girl. Her Emmy. Her mind drifted to many different places and before she knew it she was tucked into the crib, tightly wrapped. Emmy felt comfortable, secure. Emmy didn’t want to be let go. Not just yet. ooOoo Nurse Jill- That evening “How’s Emmy doing?” Nurse Jill monitored the young girl from across the room. She played by herself, bouncing in the jolly jumper they had brought over from the infant ward. The other littles laughed at her but it was all part of the plan. It was going swimmingly well. The girl had sad eyes, slightly glazed over by the rhythmic motion. “Very well, ma’am.” replied Ginny, tense. The young nurse’s fear was clear as she fidgeted beside the taller woman, aware of every crinkle the diaper made. This was her punishment. Two weeks in a diaper. She was to wet herself and inform the closest nurse to her when she had to go… number two. It was a cruel punishment but Jill was a cruel person. The new girl was meek, easily afraid, and was only too easy to take advantage of her. In fact, Jill been thinking of adopting a little of her own for a while. “It looks like separating her from Chrissy, broke something inside her. She’s been more affected by the hypnosis today and more emotional.” Everything was going exactly as planned. It wasn’t easy to guess, Chrissy was her soft spot. Her safety blanket. Chrissy was adopted a few hours ago by an older woman and now with her gone, she had nothing to hold onto. The girl was literally losing her mind. “Emmy has been very compliant since the operation. Nurse Janie will probably have more information as she’s her primary caretaker in the nursery but this is everything I’ve observed.” “Very good.” she nodded her head. The young girl muttered a thanks and suddenly shifted, legs crossing together as she stood. Nurse Jill raised an eyebrow, turning towards her. “Ginevra?” She placed her hands on her hips, focusing on her red cheeks. “Do you have something to tell me?” Her head hung low and Jill resisted the urge to change her right here, in front of all the littles. She wasn’t her little… at least not yet. “I-I,” the girl squeaked. “I need to use the potty.”\ “Of course, you do. Linda!” Jill smirked and called over another nurse who was tending to a box of spilt toys. “Why don’t you help Nurse Ginny with her little… situation. I can take over for you.” Nobody went against Nurse Jill and everyone was aware of Ginny’s punishment and in fear of retribution, they went along. “Right away!” “Come back to me when you’ve gone poo,” she didn’t beat around the bush. “I’m going to pay Emmy a little visit.” ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! I know, it’s only been a week, so soon! I promise I am working on updating more frequently now that I do have some more time to write. Thank you to all those who reviewed. I was a little disappointed to see only two people but happy nonetheless, that some of you are still reading! I should update again soon.

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Chapter 7: Voices echoed all around and nameless faces appeared above her. She fought, weakly, against the restraints strapped around her aching limbs but could not break herself loose. A woman smiled, her lips thin, almost non-existent and waved an object in her face. Empty words, devoid of any meaning, sounded from her and Emma just watched her pink lips. Lip reading was harder than she originally thought. Her head dozed to the side and cheek pressed against the cold, metallic surface. The people continued work and talked around her and it was as if all time had come to stop. Everyone moved in a fast motion but she stayed stuck. Their voices were like birds, whistling in the early morning. Emma listened as a false sense of calm formed in the pit of her stomach and stared up at the object. A rattle. Drool dripped from the side of her mouth, already crusting to her skin but her focus was on the jingly noise. The corners of her lips turned up, forming a smile around the paci. “Jesus, how much did you give her, doc?” someone chuckled. “Oh, that’s not even the strong stuff, just a little something to help her relax!” Dr. Madison scoffed. “They all react differently to the meds.” “And when she wakes up?” the voice rose a smidge. “What then? She’s gonna be confused.” “She’ll be fine, isn’t that right honey?” Emma followed the woman with heavy eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if she took a little nap, closed her eyes for a few seconds- wait, no- then she wouldn’t be able to escape. Emma hadn’t given up yet. There was still hope, there had to- The soft sound of music reached her ears and her mind quickly became preoccupied. It was a soothing, calming sound, like a lullaby. Her mother sang her lullabies to sleep when she was little. Nurse Jamie sang her lullabies. She blinked rapidly, trying to stay awake but couldn’t help but be pulled under. It was just a little nap she told herself. What was the harm in that? ooOoo A whole year could’ve passed and Emma wouldn't have noticed. However, it was only a few hours later she awoke to a swollen damp padding around her waist. She stared up at the ceiling, her mind sluggish from the medicine. Everything hurt and she couldn’t feel her legs. A few tears leaked from the corner of her eyes before she let out a piercing cry. What was wrong with her? Nurse Jamie strolled into the room with a pleasant smile on her face. She giggled- freaking giggled- as Emma wailed, her eyes wide with fear. Something was wrong, desperately and horribly wrong and this woman was smiling! Her fists pounded against the mattresses and anxiously suckled on the rubber bulb. “Oh, it’s alright baby.” feigned pity coated the woman’s voice. “You just had a little checkup at the doctor’s. She’s helping you feel better, don’t you want to be a healthy baby girl?” Emma glared at the woman, her eyes narrowing. She was perfectly healthy (at least physically) beforehand and it wasn’t until this place- this woman- that everything turned to shit. The young imagined hurting the woman, making her suffer just as she’d suffered. Perhaps, when Emma escaped this crazy place, she’d put her in a diaper. How would she like that? “Did Emmy wet her nappy?” her voice rose in pitch as she reached into the crib- no cage- and cupped her crotch, squeezing the padding. “Did you make a little tinkle? Oh, yes you did-” “Is my patient awake?” a low amused voice sounded throughout the room and a woman wearing a white lab coat appeared above her. Emma squirmed, uncomfortable with the growing amount of attention placed on her. She had never liked attention. She was a wallflower, preferring to blend in with the crowd but here, there was no escaping the limelight. “How’s she doing?” the woman smiled wide, showing off her pearly white teeth. “A bit groggy.” Nurse Jamie shrugged. “That is to be expected, although the medication should wear off in a few hours.” responded the woman. She tucked a dark curl behind her ear and reached down into the cage, gripping her by the armpits. Emma groaned, her head fell to the side and was barely able to put up a fight. She felt like shit. Like she was drunk, only a thousand times stronger. She was placed on the changing table and paper chafed against her skin, which was more sensitive than normal. She wore nothing but the diaper around her waist, taped too tightly for her to remove. “I heard you saying she was wet,” said Dr. Madison as she slipped the rubber gloves onto her tanned hands. “I just wanted to see how everything went for myself.” The straps were secured around her once again much to her annoyance and she trained her eyes on the ceiling where fake stars shimmered as she felt the diaper pulled back. She knew that they were not in the nursery and wracked her brain for where they could have taken her. Emma wasn’t sure if she was more embarrassed about the fact another complete stranger was seeing her naked or the fact that she had a freaking chastity belt in her. Both were equally horrible. Emma knew they were touching her and gawking but she couldn’t feel or see it. That was what drove her the most crazy. “She’s not as wet as I would’ve thought.” the doctor hummed. “After surgery, it can back up their bowel movements and peeing. She’s already completely numb from the waist down and won’t be able to control herself. However, I recommend daily enemas or suppositories for the next several weeks just as a precaution. You never know what this little rascal’s going to do next!” the woman giggled, tickling her stomach causing a burst of involuntary laughter. Emma hated herself for laughing. She hated herself for having no control. If she wasn’t in trouble before, now she is. “You’re also to use the soothing cream every day to help with her sensitive skin. This was the last operation and no more icky grown-up hair should come back.” “This goes for her menstrual cycle as well?” “Yes. Little girls shouldn’t have to worry about grown-up problems.” They’d managed to take away every semblance of her adulthood within a couple days. How was she ever going to recover from this? Her chest rose up and down as she struggled to breath and came to the realization that she’d never be able to have kids. That hurt more than anything else. “Is Emmy a cranky little girl? Hmm? Does she need to take a nappy?” ooOoo They were laughing at her. Or at least she thought they were. Even in this fucked up place there was a social hierarchy. Emma understood perfectly well. She was in a diaper, immobile, and couldn’t sit up without support. No one wanted to associate with the diaper girl in fear they would end up in diapers themselves. It would’ve been a small mercy to be placed with the younger age groups but instead they stuck her right in with the toddlers again. It was to embarrass her. To degrade her. To show her that she was not powerful, never would be. Emma was just a little baby. “I told you what would happen.” Chrissy suddenly spoke. Emma’s head jerked up in surprise, eyes wide. “I told you, you would regret it.” Oh, boy did she. Daily enema’s were not fun, especially since she had lost pott- toilet privileges. The other adult-babies stayed away from her whenever she shit herself, which was about every few hours, and now called her the stinky baby. It was only a relief that Chrissy hadn't been put off. In fact, she had been rather angry. As expressed by her, she thought her brains had been scrambled. As far as Chrissy knew, she was the only other sane one here. It had been two days since she stayed in the recovery room before being brought back. Emma hadn’t noticed the time but Chrissy had. She didn’t want to lose her only friend. “You shouldn’t have done it.” Chrissy’s eyes narrowed into a glare. “Now, they’re watching us all more closely.” It was a little late to tell her that. Emma thought, annoyed. Besides, she wouldn’t try to escape again… at least not at the moment. “I know what you’re thinking and it’s not forever,” grumbled Chrissy. “You’ll eventually be able to walk again,” more like waddle, “but you need to behave. Pretend.” She handed her a book suddenly as a new nurse entered the playroom. The discussion was over. A few minutes later, the girl’s who had been laughing from across the room made their way over. If this was high school then she would’ve been the popular mean girl with her little minions. The girl twirled a red lock around her finger and smirked. Towering over her with her nose turned up in an uppity manner. She exclaimed, “I want the book.” Chrissy glared at the three girls, shifting slightly in front of her. “Vivi, you bein’ a meanie! No one wants you hewe!” Her thin eyebrow rose and she crossed her arms over each other. Two other girls stood behind the redheaded girl, equally snobbish.. Chrissy was obviously the teacher’s pet and Emma was the weird kid with only one friend. Though she didn’t see what they had to be snobby about since they were literally wearing a freaking pullup and looked to be about twenty years old. “Shut it, Chrissy!” the girl glared at her. “Nursie isn’t here to save your butt!” Emma wasn’t so much reading the book as she was just staring at the pictures. It was to keep her occupied, to make the nurses think they were behaving. But she wasn’t about to bow down to them. “You two poopy babies are perfect together!” They never failed to remind Chrissy about how she had shit her pants the other day. It didn’t bother Chrissy as much as they thought it did and she shot right back. “Big giwls don’t cwy for their mommies! I was wistening at naptime! You want you’re m-m-o-o-my!” she mocked Vivi causing her face to turn bright red just like a tomato. “D-do you wan’ a cuddle fwom Nurse Jill?” Chrissy pouted. “You looked weally comfy last time.” A high pitched screech sounded from the girl and stormed away with the two other girls hot on her heels. “What’s going on here girls?” The sudden appearance of Nurse Jill blanched her face but Chrissy pouted, sudden tears forming in her eyes. This caused Emma to gawk, realizing for the first time how intelligent the girl was. “V-Vivi and Daisy and Lucy were bein’ meanies!” Chrissy tossed her doll on the ground and held her arms up. “Oh, sweetums,” Nurse Jill pouted as her brows furrowed together in concern. She lifted up the adult girl with no hesitation, patting her bottom while wiping away the crocodile tears with her thumb. “T-they twy to take Emmy’s book and say meanie words!” She clutched a fistful of Nurse Jill’s hair and tugged slightly. No one would ever suspect the girl of faking. Even Emma found herself doubting her sometimes. “Is this true Emma? Did the girls try to take your book?” She could only nod her head because the pacifier prevented her from speaking and with Chrissy sobbing, Nurse Jill had to believe her- though she knew she didn’t want to. The woman’s eyes shifted to the title. Good Girls Use Their Diapers. There was a picture of an actual woman on the front dressed down to only a dirty brown diaper, her face scrunched up in concentration. Similar images of the woman filled each page and though nauseous at the sight, Chrissy said it would make a good impression on the nurses. However, it wasn’t the book itself that disgusted her. It was the fact that the brainwashed adult-baby in the book seemed to be enjoying herself. “Oh, does Emmy like her diapee?” a cold smile crept across her face. “I think Emmy likes to make lots of poopies!” Unbeknownst to Nurse Jill, Chrissy shot her a warning look, begging her not to give in to her taunting voice. Pretend. Chrissy had said before. So she nodded her head, tears filling her eyes. “Big girls don’t use diapees do they? You’re not a big girl like Chrissy.” No. She was not. And of course (perfect timing) her stomach grumbled painfully. Her cheeks pinkened as she knew what was coming next. “Does Emmy need to go potty right now?” Pretend. Emma already couldn’t control herself. Just let go. So she did. “Why don’t we go say a little word to the girls, hmm? I’m sure they’ll be very sorry.” B-but what about the diaper? She was all smelly and poopy! Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked up at the woman in desperation. They would surely make fun of her now! “It’s ok, sweetheart!” Nurse Jill exclaimed brightly as she bounced Chrissy in her arms. “You’ll be changed later, I won’t forget.” Of course this was all planned. Emma was angry, very very angry, and a scream tore from her throat. She leaned forward, with the intention to run away but that did not happen. Her legs were numb and instead, she fell forward, rolling onto her back. The brown mush coated her skin as her legs splayed out for everyone to see. She couldn’t sit up. Couldn’t roll over. Emma sobbed while Nurse Jill cackled. She was not a baby! She was not a baby! Really she was not! But… but Emma really wanted a cuddle. Those always made her feel better. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry it’s been so long! I’ve been so busy! Thank you so much to everyone who’s read and reviewed. I really appreciate it! I LOVE when people review and it really motivates me to keep on writing and I’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts! I am trying to make this story darker because the hospital and Henderson is already a dark place. I hope it's conveying! I plan to update again soon but until then, enjoy!

Disclaimer: A lot (more) non-con... just a warning. Chapter 6: The small white key card was as light as a feather in her hand. She moved quickly, silently down the hallway. Her pullup had been discarded and was too focused on her mission to notice the mess that wafted from her bottom. Her sanity depended on this moment. All morning, Emma had toddled after the nurse, played with Chrissy, used the potty like an obedient girl. But she was watching and waiting the entire time. There was a new woman- a nurse. It was her first day on the job. She’d already made two mistakes in the first hour. One- always make sure the badge is in a secure location so it doesn't fall into the wrong hands and two- never turn your back. That’s how Emma found herself in possession of the key to her freedom. Of course, Chrissy’s warning echoed at the back of her mind but Emma had come to the conclusion that she was almost out of time. Friday was within a day’s reach and it hadn’t escaped her notice of the talks surrounding the operations, more importantly, her operations, whatever they meant by that. However, she didn’t want to stick around to find out. It was impossible to remember the long winding hallways as they took so many turns and the girl was usually milk-drunk but she’d made sure to ask for the potty before nursing time. The days passed by quickly as she seemed to have fallen into a schedule (a boring one at that). Every morning Nurse Janie woke her up and she nursed in the rocking chair while everyone went to breakfast somewhere else. Her mind was always left all loopy, which she now viewed as a nice escape, and quickly got settled in for tv time. Chrissy and her always sat next to each other and afterward were escorted by Nurse Jill to the nursery where it was nap time. She always felt smaller when awakening and somehow always managed to mess herself. Emma did not like the feeling and hated the feel of the cold wipe. Then it was back to the playroom. The young girl still hated the place but her clothes had been given back- which she was thankful for- and didn’t want to lose them again. Pissing in her pants was bad enough and Nurse Jill always made a game of it, showing off her yellow stained padding during circle time. Emma was very frustrated with her loose bladder because she hadn’t had an accident since she was little. Next it was back with Nurse Janie and Emma hated to admit how she had begun to look forward to the feedings and practically salivated just at the sight of her full and large breasts. Emma did not have the words to describe the experience. The day repeated until bedtime when she was given a bath, nursed, and was then put to sleep. To sum up her daily life, she was bored. The infantile toys could not hold her interest for so long. She wasn’t stupid. But this lady didn’t know any better and it was too easy to convince her to remove the mitts from her hands and turn her back. All it took was a massive case of explosive diarrhea (and Emma’s pride), which she had been holding in since her morning feeding, to send the nurse running for more supplies in the cabinet across the hall from the bathroom. She’d made the mistake of thinking that Emma would sit still like a good girl. She’d made the mistake of dropping her key card in the process of trying to fix the horrid mess and prevent another one from happening. It was all too easy and nothing was ever this simple but Emma seemed to be up on her luck. The young girl was gone, having simply vanished into thin air by the time she reappeared. Emma had slipped right past her, unnoticed and down the hall, desperate for an exit. ooOoo Door after door, handle after handle was locked. Emma was sure she hadn’t been down this hallway yet, though they all looked the same. Her legs had quickly grown frail from lack of exercise and her inactivity was showing its effects. Her chest heaved up and down and she leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. It shouldn’t have been this hard to walk a few steps, it’s not like she was wheelchair bound. Emma took another hesitant step and body trembled in response. She just had to make it around the corner and then maybe she’d find the exit. Just maybe. The tiniest flicker of hope kept her moving but she didn’t have to struggle much longer. With her heart slamming against her chest, vibrating through her ribcage, she froze at the sound of a voice. They were behind her. “Look who we have here!” Crap. Nurse Jill. Perhaps she should’ve just given up and surrendered but with a sudden burst of energy surged forward like a soldier in battle but her legs gave out a few steps in and tumbled to the ground. Tears swam in her eyes, blurring her vision and watched in horror as the click of the woman’s ruby red heels made its way for her, stopping in front of her face. Her eyes flashed upward to the woman even more evil than Cruella de Vil. “Please…” Emma pleaded in just a gust of a breath but there would be no mercy for her. “Such a naughty girl.” she tsked though her ruby red lips curved up into a sinister smile. “Do you know how many rules you’ve broken?” Emma didn’t want to know and Nurse Jill continued as if she hadn't asked a question. “You removed your pullup, ran away from Nurse Ginny, stole, and tried to escape. Would you like me to continue?” “I-I’m an adult…” she said through a broken voice. “I-I have a life, family…” “That was just pretend honey.” a sigh escaped her lips. “You played adult with your little friends, remember? That was just a game. This is your real life, your real family…” Emma wasn’t fooled by her sympathetic voice and the tears began to stream down her pink cheeks, humiliated. “I know you get confused because you’re so little but I can not allow your naughty behavior to slide. You know what’s going to happen.” Two security guards stood on each side of her, large burly men who could crush her in a moment's notice. She cowered back just a little bit. “Take her.” Nurse Jill ordered toward the men and they moved forward pouncing on her without a moment's hesitation. The young girl wailed louder than a banshee, punching against their rock solid chest, hoping for a miracle that wasn’t going to come. ooOoo Nurse Jill There’s always one who tried to escape, though never successfully. It had only been a matter of time before the new girl- Emmy- made her attempt, something all of the nurses looked forward to. The determination they had in their eyes was exhilarating to watch fade as the young ones realized they were trapped. There was nowhere for them to turn except into the arms of the adults- the real ones. That’s why she had tasked their newest nurse with bringing Emmy to the potty. She’d seen through her act the entire morning but chose to stay quiet. It was a learning opportunity for the both of them. Mistakes happened, ones Nurse Ginny would have to be punished for as well but the sole blame fell on the little rascal who still had in her mind that somehow she was an adult. However Emmy sure didn’t seem like one when she was found with no protection in a poop covered onesie, a tear stained face and spread out on the ground in the midst of a tantrum. No, she was not an adult, far from it and now they just had to make her see. The halls were designed to confuse and throw people off. There was only one exit but the littles would pass it a thousand times and never realize it was it. In fact, the young girl had really just gone in circles, lost in the maze of identical halls. It was amusing to watch on the security cameras. They could’ve gone after her as soon as Nurse Ginny alerted them but Jill chose to wait. She chose not to go until Emmy had broken down, tired and scared of everything around, confused with her surroundings. In their most vulnerable time they were easy to mold and it’s exactly what the woman needed. She was known as the most evil, some would say heartless, nurses. Her hair was always curled in perfect black ringlets ending at her shoulders and framed her heart shaped face. Her signature ruby red lipstick gave her lips a fuller look while contrasting nicely with her pale, ghostly skin and her electric blue eyes had been described by some as catlike. She was a stern woman, always choosing to teach with a stern hand. Discipline was the only way littles would learn. Jill directed the two guards, holding the sobbing girl to the playroom. Every so often she'd flail like a fish and then go limp but Jill continued forward with purpose in her stride. Entering the room, the girls were already formed in a circle, sitting quietly. Nurse Hailey and Lizzie were standing watch, already knowing what was gonna take place. Faces paled upon first glance at the runaway little clad of appropriate clothing. There was no chatter and a nervous buzz spread throughout the room. Playtime was over. The girl was placed down on the ground and she collapsed in a heap like a bag of potatoes. “Emmy here has been a very naughty girl.” her voice was icy cold and there was no beating around the bush. Punishment was obvious as she named all of the rules the girl had broken, scaring some of their bladders. “Let this be a lesson for you all,” her voice boomed. “We are here to take care of you, to love you. Naughty behavior makes us very sad and we don’t like to punish you but sometimes it’s necessary. I expect all eyes to be up here and if you look away, you may just find yourself over my lap. Are we clear?” A chorus of mumbled yeses sounded throughout the room, no one daring to speak against the angry woman. There was no advance notice as Jill stripped Emmy of her filthy clothes, leaving the girl naked and shivering, now spread across her lap face down. Her almost healed bum was about to break again. The girl just never seemed to learn and it was only the beginning. ooOoo Emma Emma eventually lost count. In the beginning she sobbed and wailed, pleading for forgiveness only to be ignored. She didn’t stop until she reached one hundred and her delicate bum was the shade of a tomato. No soothing cream was administered, no soft comforting words. Instead an entire new bag was brought out. Emma had named it the bag of torture, knowing the woman intended to inflict as much pain on her as possible. “Since Emmy here is unable to act like a good little girl, it’s time to take a break from potty training. She’s proven she’s too young.” She watched as a few faces in the circle blushed pink and Chrissy gave her the most pitying look with the smallest shake of her head. She’d warned her and Emma had failed to listen. This was all her fault. The young girl didn’t have time to think of what could be happening when something was suddenly shoved inside and pushed through her rectum. She screeched as the objects moved inside her with force and let out an agonized moan as an even larger thing was stuffed in her hole. Her butt cheeks closed around the object that was now securely lodged in. “All little girls need help going poo, but the little princess plug will keep everything nice and clean until a grownup decides that Emmy here is ready to go potty.” the woman simply announced. Emma was no doctor but was pretty sure that holding in your shit was not healthy. However, that seemed to be the last thing on the woman’s mind. Lost in her thoughts, it wouldn’t be until later she noticed the chastity belt and thick diaper secured around her waist. She’d cry and cry to go poop, the medicine working its magic, only to be refused. She’d been caught thrusting her hips in the crib against the bars and that was a no-no action. Eventually though the nurse conceded after Emma begged on her hands and knees to go potty and admitting how much of a baby she truly was. The new pacifier in her mouth ballooned out, only allowing her to breathe through her nose and cheeks to puff out even more. They’d covered the bulb with soap so there was a constant taste in her mouth and the only way to relieve the pain was to suck, which she did. Now her clothes were gone again, naked except the massive diaper. Her body had been tightly swaddled leaving no room for escape and hair was pulled severely to the sides in ponytails. Nurse Janie hadn’t even been into feed, and while she could do without the breastfeeding, her stomach grumbled, conditioned toward the milk. Emma was alone. The nursery was dark and time seemed to pass slowly with no way of knowing how long she had been away. Nothing had gone to plan and tomorrow would be even worse. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry it’s been so long! I’ve been so busy but figured I should try to update. Thank you so much to everyone who’s read and reviewed. I really appreciate it! I LOVE when people review and it really motivates me to keep on writing and I’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts! A lot happened in this chapter, a lot of noncon, and it is getting to the point where Emmy will start to break down but it’s far from being over! I plan to update again soon but until then, enjoy!

Chapter 5: Circle time was not like Emma remembered. There were no games or stories. It was meant to humiliate and degrade them even further. She was the only one who could see it. Everyone had a star chart. Good behavior earned stars and bad behavior lost stars and a punishment was earned. People like perfect little Asha, who did no wrong, had many stars and loved to brag about it. But those like Lily were left with no new stars. Emma pitied the girl- no- she pitied all of them. Nurse Nelly held the chart with all of their names and many golden, sparkly stickers. There were no stars next to her name but Chrissy had a lot of stars, more than the others. More than annoying little Asha. She could see how it irked the dark haired girl. Anxiously, every person waited for their turn, nearly wetting themselves in the meantime. One girl actually did and her face blushed bright red. Emma listened, turning pale as Nurse Jill goaded the golden-haired girl across from her. It was Lily and her eyes were a shimmering blue as tears tumbled down her cheeks. She sobbed, not like a twenty year-old woman being embarrassed but like a two year-old being reprimanded. “Stop your tears, Lily. You made nurse Nelly very sad. Do you know what rules you broke?” The girl nodded and hung her head in shame. Under her breath she mumbled a few words. That wasn’t enough for the older woman. “Don’t mumble.” her voice hardened. “Tell your friends what a naughty girl you’ve been.” The girl’s lips wobbled and she pouted. With her eyes trained on the ground, in a louder voice said, “I… I no’wisten to Nurse Newy an-and I fwo peaches. Wiwy, sowwy.” “Lily has lost two stars today,” Nurse Jill turned to Nelly who peeled off the golden stickers much to the young girl’s horror. “You know what happens next… ” Lily did, as she shifted to her hands and knees and crawled into the center of the circle where Nurse Jill sat. Lifting up her dress, showing everyone her pullup, she bent over the woman's lap. “Let this be a lesson for all of you young girls,” her eyes lingered on Emma. “naughty behavior will be tolerated.” She curled in just a little on herself, cheeks tinting pink. The girl’s pullup was removed and with her hand, harsh slaps landed upon the girl’s bum, turning her milky white skin red. Lily counted each spank, sniffling and kicking her legs. It didn’t stop until thirty. She stayed bent over, allowing the nurse to show her sore bottom to the entire group. After, Lily attacked the woman in a hug, holding onto her for dear life. She was desperate for her approval again and for her love. “I sowwyy!” she wailed. It was a sickening scene to watch. “Oh, baby. It’s not your fault,” her head was patted condescending. “We’re adults and it’s our job to teach you how to be a good little girl. You don’t know any better, do you? You depend on adults to help you be good.” She nodded her head and her wide doe eyes begged for forgiveness. “I, bad giwl. Wuv, ooh.” “I love you too, sweetheart.” her lips curved up into a cruel smile. She patted her bottom, rather hard and nudged the pacifier between her lips that had fallen out of her mouth. “Go back to your spot baby. You did a good job.” Lily hissed in pain but the smile never left her wobbling lips. The padding was pulled back up and Lily grimaced, crawling out of the circle as it chafed against her raw skin. “Who’s next?” With her catlike shaped eyes, predatory, she scanned the room until they stopped on the girl beside her. Chrissy. “Do you think you’ve been a good girl, this week, Chrissy?” “Yesh!” she bounced on her bottom. “I don’t think so.” Nurse Jill clicked her tongue, causing the girl’s excitement to dim. Chrissy was always a good girl. She always earned stars. Emma could practically hear her racing heart as her chest rose up and down. “Somebody had a big accident earlier, didn’t they? You made a little present for me.” Emma remembered the overt smell of poop that wafted from her bottom before a nurse whisked her away. “You know to ask for the potty. I thought you were our big girl but I don’t know anymore. You don’t want to be a baby again, do you?” “No!” the girl screeched. Her brows formed an upside down v and face scrunched up. She was trying not to cry but it didn’t last for long. The pacifier bounced up and down, as she suckled anxiously. “Do you want to be a good girl again?” Chrissy nodded her head, pigtails flying in her face. “Come here, Chrissy. If you are truly a good girl, you’ll help me.” The other adult-women in the circle glowered. While they all got spankings, Chrissy seemed to be a favorite. The girl crawled into the circle, still sniffling but the tears had stopped. Sitting on her heels, her legs spread wide open. She showed off the white padding and leaned against the older woman’s side, wishing to be back in her good graces. “How much do you love your friends?” Nurse Jill asked in a sweet voice. Chrissy, while confused brightened up. “A wot!” “A lot?” the nurse feigned a gasp. “How much do you love Emmy?” Her head shot up but Chrissy smiled and exclaimed. “Bes’ fwend!” Best friend? Apparently they were now. What was this woman playing at? “You know Emmy’s been a very naughty girl-” “No good!” Chrissy frowned. “Yes, that’s right,” the woman patted her head. “Emmy’s not been good. Do you know what happens to naughty girls?” “Spanky.” “Yes, naughty girls get spanked. But you don’t want your best friend to have any ouchies do you?” The girl shook her head side to side, adamant. However, Emma gulped, realizing what she was doing. Pitting her only, kind-of friend, against her? Now that was mean. “What do you think Emmy should get? The two of you can either wear matching diapees or Emmy gets many spankies.” Emma silently pleaded with her, hoping she would see the desperation in her eyes and… she did. Emma couldn’t contain her shock as she stared back, seemingly aware. But when she thought there was hope… it disappeared. “Spankies.” the girl mumbled, her voice turning innocently young. “Emmy bad.” Here, it was every man for himself, that much was obvious. ooOoo This was her second spanking of the day and if her skin hadn’t already been bruised, it definitely was now. Circle time was over and they were back with the toys. Emma didn’t play but laid on her stomach and watched Chrissy. The nurses wouldn’t let them be apart. Chrissy had become her designated friend and helper but Emma could care less about her. “I’m sorry.” Emma’s head shot up, unsure if she’d heard correctly. Chrissy stacked wooden blocks on top of each other only to knock them down each time. With her pacifier clipped to the front of her dress, she mumbled again, “don’t react.” No. She’d heard correctly. “Every two hours the nurses rotate stations so we have about five minutes of less supervision.” True to her word, Emma looked behind to see the nurses backs turned and Nelly walked out the door with Jill following. “Jill is the head nurse and is always around. You don’t want to get on her bad side. Trust me, you’ll regret it.” her voice was just above a whisper, only Emma being able to hear. With her eyes wide, her heart pounded against her chest and so many questions sat on the tip of her tongue yet was unable to ask them. “I know you’re wondering what this place is.” she said. “I don’t know how long I’ve been here but I know enough that these people want us to be babies. Once we’re properly regressed, as they call it, we’ll be adopted by other people. They’ll be our mommies and daddies.” Emma gave her a pleading look, desperate for the strap around her head to be removed but Chrissy gave a sad shake. “They’ll be suspicious.” she explained. “We can’t draw attention to ourselves and I know you want to escape. We’ve all tried before but trust me, it won’t work. This place is impenetrable.” Emma whined, the only sound she could only make. This wasn’t fair. She wanted to know how Chrissy was still sane. The girl seemed to have read her mind. “I pretended to break,” she whispered. “I fought so much until one day I overheard the nurses talking. They do lobotomies here and I wasn’t about to let them cut into my brain. The nurses will go easy on you if you at least cooperate. I did just that and they knew I wasn’t broken but that was enough for them. Eventually, after a while, they must have assumed I regressed because the straps came off and I was given free reign- or as much as they would allow.” Emma struggled to not be angry with the girl. Chrissy was just as much of a victim as she. “I used to hate it here. I rather would’ve died than be humiliated like this. However, over time you come to realize that it’s not that bad. The pullups, baby talk, and toys become normal. Sometimes it’s even fun, life is easier in a lot of ways.” Perhaps she was wrong. Maybe, the girl had lost her mind and just didn’t realize. Never would this be normal for her. Chrissy gave her a knowing look. “I know what you are thinking. I also know that you’re angry with me about earlier. I’m sorry about that but you have to understand that I’m so close to being adopted and I’m not going to let them stick me back in diapers.” She understood, sort of, and was less mad than before. Chrissy opened her mouth, about to say something more when the door opened once again. The nurses were back and Chrissy gave her a knowing look. She didn’t know when they’d speak again. A little while later, Emma watched as the group was led away in the opposite direction. A woman held onto her hand but she wanted to go with them. Nothing good happened when she was separated from the group. The warning from Chrissy rang clear in her mind. “You’re still too little to eat with the other girls and I know nurse Janie has missed you very much. Her milk is yummy, isn’t it?” She wanted to say no but found herself nodding. She didn’t know how they did it. The nurse walked slowly with her down the hall. Only a few people passed and waved down at her enthusiastically. Emma was less than happy and they chalked it up to her being in a grumpy mood. A small part of her brain wanted to just give in. Why suffer the torture? The spankings? If Chrissy was telling the truth, the last thing she wanted was her brain to be cut up into little bits. But the other part of her knew that giving up was never an option. There was too much to fight for. ooOoo Once again, she found herself curled up in the nurse’s arms, lulled into a milky daze. Her stomach was full and sloshy and she gave a sluggish smile, enjoying the feel of the nurses fingers, gently massaging her scalp. The woman hummed a tune under her breath, as they rocked back and forth. Emma suckled calmly on her breast though no more milk leaked out. She just found the action soothing. “Oh, how adorable is she?” she heard the faintest voice in the background. “Right now, she is.” the nurse smirked. “Just wait until the daze goes away and she’ll be an absolute nightmare.” “She reminds me of Chrissy when she first arrived.” Emma squirmed just a little bit at the sound of her name. “Oh yes, she was a challenge,” the woman giggled. “But now look at her; milk bottles are the most precious thing in the world to her and she’d have an absolute fit if she didn't get bubbles at bath time. They all break in the end no matter how hard they fight.” “Well this little one will be compliant in no time I’m sure. She’s already on her way.” Emma doesn’t know at what point she tuned out of the conversation but when her eyes fluttered open, they were once again alone in the nursery. Her lips smacked together realizing that her mouth was free for the first time. There was no pacifier. No boob. But she didn’t speak. The nurse cleaned her face with a wet cloth. “You made a very big burp, didn't you?” Nurse Janie cooed down at her. “I bet your tummy feels much better.” Her stomach did feel better, Emma realized with a frown. At the same time, she also realized that she had no recollection of the last hour. Who was the other woman? Where had she gone? “I think it’s time to join your little friends again. What does Emmy think?” she gave her cheeks a squeeze. “They’re just enjoying a little tv time right now. Why don’t we go give them a visit.” Emma couldn’t say no and could only follow along with addle-brained with the pacifier lodged back in her mouth. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to those who reviewed and liked, I really appreciate it! I LOVE when people review and would really like to hear everyone’s opinions! I should update again soon and quicker, as school is almost over for me! Thank you all for reading!

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Chapter 4: Her head rested on her shoulder, too heavy to lift up on her own. Emma knew what it was like to be drunk, she’d even smoked a little marijuana when in high school. But whatever this stuff was… it was strong. She groaned as drool dribbled down her chin and onto the woman’s shoulder. Though the nurse thought nothing of it and just wiped away the spit with her hand. Emma fought to keep her eyes open as the nurse bounced her lightly in her arms, clad in just a pull up. The drugs did wonders to her mind. She found herself wanting to give into the foggy haze. But no. She couldn’t. They came to the room from before when she had first woken up. The nursery. Why were they back here? Where was everyone else? “Emmy’s back so soon?” a person gasped in feigned shock. “Did she miss me?” “Oh, I think she did.” They stopped walking and Emma looked around, her gaze landing on the second woman. It was Nurse Janie. “Emmy’s been a very naughty girl this morning and Dr. Madison agreed that only nursing would be best for her. You’re not ready for big girl foods yet, are you?” her cold hand cupped her cheek, jolting her awake. Emma groaned, her bum still painfully sore not only from the spanking but from the damn thermometer. She didn’t actually think they’d stick the object inside her. She’d nearly had a heart attack. “Good girls suck from nursie’s titties.” Nurse Jill’s voice was calming. “Good girls do not fight back.” Fuck good girls. A veiled hate shone in her eyes. “I’ll leave her to you,” she was handed over with weak protest. “It shouldn’t be long now until she’s semi-regressed. We plan to progress with plan two and four by the end of the week.” The doctor and nurse had spoken in code, leaving her confused and frustrated most of the time and no one would explain what they meant. However, the other nurse seemed to understand by the nod of her head. “It’ll certainly make breastfeeding easier,” she commented as the girl scowled. “Yes, most definitely. Call for me when you're through and I’ll take her off your hands.” she turned around to leave but suddenly paused. “One more thing. Another punishment is in place. She’s already been thoroughly spanked for her naughty language but she has to learn that hitting is not ok.” Her eyes widened just a tiny bit and tried to protest but to no avail. From her waist down was paralyzed and did not fancy being further disabled. “I’ll deal with her.” said the woman. “She won’t be misbehaving for long.” The threat was clearly expressed and her face twisted into worry and mind raced with what would happen next. The other woman left them alone and Nurse Janie sat back in the rocking chair. Emma straddled her lap and face was squished against the woman’s large, soft breasts. She knew what was about to happen. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way. You remember what happened earlier, don’t you?” Perfectly. It hadn’t even been twenty four hours and Emma already felt herself melting into her touch. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She had to continue the fight. “Little girls suck their mommies boobies or in your case, nursies. Someday, though you’ll have a mommy of your own who loves you very much and you will be the best little girl.” ooOoo “Is your tummy full?” She blinked, staring up at the woman. Her face was sticky with dried milk and she felt warm and full. The woman bounced her on her knee, wiping her cheeks with a wet cloth. Emma stretched her aching jaw, finally free. She watched as a drop of creamy white dripped from her swollen nipple and her eyes glazed over. Like candy was addicting to children, the milk was her candy. Her treat. Why had she been so bad earlier? Emma couldn’t remember. “I’m gonna fatten you up.” the nurse rested her hand on her flat stomach. Her ribs were practically visible, she was that skinny. “You’re gonna be the cutest one here.” Emma sniffled and brought her fisted hands to her eyes, rubbing tiredly. She wasn’t sleepy before but now she was. The girl didn’t know what to think. Thinking was too hard. Was this what it felt like to be taken care of? To be loved? If so, Emma never wanted the feeling to go away. “No, no, sweetheart,” the nurse gently whispered as her eyes began to close. “Beddy-bye time is not now. Don’t you want to join your little friends? Hmm?” Friends? Her mind drifted to Chrissy and her strawberry blonde curls. But at the same time she was warm, content where she was. Emma could cuddle forever. “You’ll see me in another hour.” said the woman kindly. “Right now it’s time tv time.” The day seemed to repeat, ending up right back where she started. Once again, she sat in the front row. This time she laid down on her tummy. Her legs still felt funny. Chrissy laid down with her. The padding was thick around her bottom and while briefly aware that she was the only one unclothed, the thought did not cause her outrage. It was normal to be naked. Little girls weren’t concerned about modesty. Little girls went potty when told and listened to their mommies and daddies. Or in their case, nurses. At least that’s what the show told her. Emma did not want to be a bad girl. She let her bladder lose and the padding swelled. The young girl paid no mind to it. More time passed and she was still in a sleepy daze. They were all back in the nursery, about ten other girls that was. For Emma, she was elated. Nursery meant more milk and she was a thirsty girl. Nurse Janie was right. She’d come back. Everything would be ok now. Her hands were still trapped in the mitts which she found frustrating and whined, chewing on the rubber bulb lodged between her lips. It bobbed up and down and Emma found herself in a state of comfort. Why had she been so resistant before? ooOoo Her stomach cramped, something that was inevitable. Her eyes fluttered open blinking heavily as she gazed up at the mobile that hung above her head. She was neatly secured in an oversized crib with a stuffie tucked into her arm, still clothless. The lights in the nursery were dimmed, almost dark and Emma wiggled around on her back. Feeling in her lower body had started, slowly, to come back. That was a positive. But her mind hurt. That made her upset. Emma knew that she should be fighting. She still planned to escape and maybe she could bring Chrissy with her. But where would they go? What would they do? The girl rubbed her eyes with her fists and glanced over at Chrissy, in the crib beside her. She was on her stomach fast asleep and bum stuck out in the air. Go back to sleep. Her mind whispered. She could think about her plan more after nap time and maybe by then the yucky feeling would go away. However, the feeling didn’t go away. Emma wailed, suckling on the paci as if it were her life saver. She doesn’t know how long passed before her eyes flew open again and she was emptying her bowels into her own personal potty. She was no longer in a pull up. Instead it was a thick night time diaper. Emma kneeled in the crib and sat back on her heels. It was warm. Squishy. Smelly. She let out a loud sob, awakening the blonde beside her. Chrissy began crying and another nurse attended to her. She stared up at the nurse with wide wet eyes and held her arms out, wanting to be picked up and changed. But the woman shook her head. “Good girls don’t hit. Good girls don’t swear. You are going to stay in your dirty diapee, until you’ve realized what you did was a no-no. Does little Emmy understand?” Little Emmy did not understand. She just wanted to be changed, held, and taken care of. Everything was very confusing. Anxiety began to build up in her body and her chest rose up and down. Letting children cry out their problems was a common parenting method and that’s what seemed to be happening with Emma. The nurse turned her back, tending to the other grown woman in the room. She hummed a tune, almost dancing around the room, blocking out the sound of her cries. Snot ran from her nose and a strand of hair stuck to her wet cheek. Of course this only made her more upset. She didn’t like being ignored… especially when she was a smelly mess. No one spared her a glance. Not even the other baby women. She was all alone and it was an incredibly sad feeling. ooOoo A good girl says please and thank you. A good girl accepted their punishment. A good girl said sorry for being a naughty girl. The last line stuck in her mind. A good girl said sorry for being a naughty girl. She had been very naughty. That’s why she sat in her own poo. That’s why she had received harsh spankings to her bum. On the other hand, Chrissy was a good girl. Sometimes she had accidents but that’s ok because she’s already been properly regressed. But Emma was not. Her mind was confronted with memories from Before and Now. While everyone was oblivious to her internal struggle, she tried to sort through the intruding thoughts. Emma knew that she had nothing to apologize for. This life had been forced upon her. Why should the kidnapee apologize to the kidnapper? The toys were stupid. The outfits were dumb and the infantile treatment was infuriating except… the girl had began to crave the nurses approval. She wanted to be a good girl. She needed to be. But she couldn’t. “Is Emmy ready to be a good girl?” Another nurse, her name was Nelly, kneeled down in front of her so that they were eye level. However, the girl hung her head, too ashamed. The older woman sighed. “When is Emmy going to learn? Good girls own up to their mistakes. Good girls know when they are wrong.” Good girls do not disobey their caretakers. Good girls do not lie. The words were already grilled into her brain. She couldn’t count the number of hypnosis sessions she’d sat through. They could spank and make her sit in her shit all they wanted and she wouldn’t give in. She held onto hope that Hannah had realized she was missing and had alerted police. Her parents must be searching for her. They couldn’t have just forgotten about her. They wouldn’t do that. A bell chimed throughout the room and everyone immediately dropped what they were doing and stared up at Nurse Jill in rapid attention. Emma looked around, confused but eventually followed their lead. “Do you girls know what time it is?” a playful smile danced on her lips as a bunch of hands shot up in there. People bounced on their feet and their bottoms, eager to be called on. “Yes, Asha?” she pointed to an Indian girl, sitting on a rocking horse. “Ciwcle time!” the girl squealed in excitement. “That’s right, Asha! Good girl!” the gi- Asha blushed even harder at the praise and rushed forward with everyone else to the center of the room. She stayed beside Chrissy, finding comfort in the girl and shifted uncomfortably on her bottom. If anyone was bothered by the wretched stench, they didn’t show it. For that, she could only be grateful. “First off, let’s give a warm welcome to our newest friend, Emmy!” exclaimed Nurse Jill in a deep voice. “This is Emmy’s first circle time. I’m sure she’d love to learn all of your names and something about yourselves. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Emma could only shrug her shoulders, uneasy with the attention as all the attention focused on her. Her eyes shifted to the carpet and shoulders hunched. “Why don’t we start with you, Chrissy?” The girl was only too pleased to be first. Beside her, the girl exclaimed. “I Chwissy an’ I fwee year owd!” “Thank you, Chrissy!” Nurse Jill smiled warmly. “June, will you go next?” A dark haired curly girl with a chubby face and an even rounder body stuttered. “I… I, June and m-my favowite an’mal is pony.” Another girl spoke after, or more like grumbled. Her name was Lily and her favorite time of the day was nap time. Another girl’s name was Tilly and her favorite color was pink. It continued on like that for about another five minutes, going through every single person until it had gotten back to her. As far as Emma could tell, all of their minds were scrambled beyond repair. Yet she wasn’t willing to give up hope in escaping or perhaps a rescue. She couldn’t stay here forever, could she? ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! It's a double update! I felt bad for waiting so long to upload so here's another chapter for all of you! I hope you've enjoyed!

Chapter 3: Emmy eyed the white badge attached to the side of her hip and her eyes wandered to the door, only a few feet away. If only she could get her hands on the key card, that would be the first step. The second was getting off this damn toilet. Emma was a stubborn girl and while she tolerated a lot, pissing and shitting in a toddlers training toilet was not something she was willing to negotiate. “I thought you had to go pee pee?” the nurse exclaimed. “Is Emmy afraid to use the big girl potty? I know it’s very scary.” Emma’s eyes flickered in annoyance, fed up with being talked down to. It had been about five minutes and the woman made no indication that she was going to get up from her squatting position. “Nnah!” Emma couldn't help but stomp her foot. With her knees curled up to her chest, she sat on the tiny toilet with the pull up at her feet. The nurse chuckled, shaking her head side to side. “Perhaps you just need a little help.” The girl didn’t need any help because what she really needed was to escape this crazy place and this woman. Emma’s face turned scarlet red as the woman firmly rubbed her abdomen, pressing hard. There was nowhere for her to turn and as hard as she tried to hold in her bladder, it just wasn’t possible. “That’s it Emmy!” Nurse Jill praised her when the sound of drops hit the plastic toilet. “Go pee pee for me.” Once it started she couldn’t stop and that’s when the water works began. “I know the potty is scary,” she sighed and cupped her cheeks, wiping away loose tears with her thumb. “You’re just a little girl aren’t you? So little…” No! Emma thought angrily. She was not little! She was a big girl! She was an adult! Except… she was crying like a baby. Adults did not wail. “Let's get your little kitten clean. Hmm, how does that sound?” Barely in a position to say no, all she could do was glare in fury. She flinched away like she had been electrocuted from the woman’s touch on her bare crotch. “Do you see this darling? Your little kitten is only for adults to touch,” she noticed the look in her eye and said, “Real adults. I’m sure Chrissy would love to play pretend adult when we go back to the playroom.” Never had she been humiliated like this before. The girl was embarrassed to even let her own doctor see her naked and here she was, pantless, pissing in front of a stranger. She had to get her hands on that key card. “Does little Emmy understand?” She stared back into her unforgiving hard eyes. Play along. Her mind hissed. Give her what she wants. Briefly, her eyes flashed to the locked door and back to the tiled ground. There were no stalls in this bathroom. Only a line of identical tiny toilets and a changing table. Obviously privacy wasn’t an issue here and Emma could only be grateful that they were alone. Her eyes then shifted to her hands, trapped in the fingerless mitts that wouldn’t come off until she conformed. Emma did not know when to back down from a fight, however, knew enough that it would only bring her more problems. “Emmy?” there was a warning in her voice. “Do you understand?” Crystal. She understood perfectly. All she had to do was pretend and escape. She’d be out of here in no time. ooOoo She was back in the dreadfully dull playroom. Her eyes were red and puffy, not having stopped crying since they left the bathroom and felt drained, like all of the life had been sucked out of her. “Sa'?” Chrissy pouted. “No.” Chrissy looked down at the doll before thrusting it toward her and demanded. “Pway wif me. Emmy happy.” Nothing could make her happy or calm the growing rage inside her but still, she took the doll and Chrissy smiled, thinking she had solved all of her problems. “Happy Emmy?” No. But she nodded her head. Content, Chrissy went back to playing pretend. From the corner of her eye, she could make out the figure of Nurse Jill, talking to another woman. They were watching the two of them and there wasn’t much she could do because she couldn’t even hold objects in her hand. A clock hung on the wall above the door and from what she could make out it was already almost noon. But that couldn’t be right. Could it? The time had crept by painfully slow. Suddenly the girl in front of her groaned, dropping the doll from her hand and moved into a squatting position. Her cheeks blushed pink and eyes squeezed shut. Emma cocked her head in confusion, watching the girl in curiosity when suddenly it hit her. Wrinkling her nose, the smell was overbearing as the pull up slowly expanded. Her eyes shifted down to the now brown stained pull up and without hesitation, the blonde sat down on her bum, legs spread wide and resumed play. Still frozen in shock, Emma stared wide eyed at Chrissy. A girl- practically a grown woman- had just shit in her pants. That wasn’t what she was destined for? Was it? She threw the doll down on the ground, done with this sick game. Abandoning Chrissy, Emma managed to push herself up to her feet and confronted the nurses. Anger coursed through her body. “Hawm!” she growled at the giggling women. “Oh, you’re such a silly girl, aren’t you?” one of the nurses smirked. “You are home little one!” the second nurse squatted down in front of her. “Maybe someone has to go potty again,” the taller, dark skinned woman- Nurse Jill placed her hands on her hips. “She did only go pee pee earlier.” If her face was pink before, it was now beet red. Emma wasn’t like Chrissy. She wasn’t like all the other brainwashed people here. She was different. Her mind was still fully intact. “Perhaps another episode would help calm her. She’s only watched one so far.” Emma didn’t know what they were talking about but the fact that they spoke over her, instead of directly too, spoke volumes. The girl did not appreciate being ignored. At the moment, her plan didn’t matter any longer and she just wanted to escape. A high pitched cry tore from her throat causing everyone to stop and stare. Angry tears swam in her eyes and pawing at her head, she tried (unsuccessfully) to remove the pacifier. “Fugh you!” she pat venomously at the women as they stared down at her, condescending. “Nurse Hailey, are we going to have to add to Emmy’s punishment?” Nurse Jill made a tsking sound, glancing at the woman to her left. Emma’s heart dropped. She had forgotten about that. “I think we are, Nurse Jill.” If she had any hope of getting on these people’s good side, it was long gone. “I think playtime is over.” her voice darkened. “I’m sure Dr. Madison won’t mind if we come a little early.” ooOoo Her ass was on fire. Nobody had blinked when Nurse Jill forced her over her lap in the playroom, spanking her bum with a paddle. Perhaps, she should’ve just stayed put. But of course, even angrier, Emma tried to escape. Crawling away back towards Chrissy, she hadn’t even made it a few feet before being lifted up from the ground. Now, with her wrist held in a vice grip, tears fell relentlessly down her cheeks as the older woman dragged her down the hallway. Her mind spun with every new corner turned and identical looking hallways. Through the haze, Emma found herself standing in what appeared to be a waiting room. Nurse Jill marched over to the woman at the front desk. “Hello, Nancy.” her lips formed into a thin smile. “Little Emmy here has an appointment later with Dr. Madison but there’s been a change of plans. She wouldn’t be able to fit her in now, would she?” All the young girl could make out was the typing on the keyboard and a few moments later was sat down in a tiny plastic yellow chair, pressed up against the wall. She hissed as her bottom hit the hard surface, still red and in pain. They were the only ones in the room. Her chest heaved up and down, still wailing yet refused to suck on the object in her mouth. She would not degrade herself like that. Nurse Jill held onto her shoulder and sharp nails dug into her skin. The woman’s heel impatiently tapped upon the tiled ground. It wasn’t even a few minutes before a door opened and out stepped a woman. Her black hair was tied back into a ponytail, accentuating her pointed face. “Baby girl Emmy?” the doctor addressed both of them. Emma sunk back in the chair but the Nurse wouldn’t let her hide away. Painfully, the young girl was yanked up from the chair and pulled across the room. Emma screeched, digging her heels into the ground but it was no use. Once in the room, the door slammed shut, locking behind them. “Strap her down on the table.” the doctor said. “You know what the new littles are like. They’re always the crankiest.” Cranky? Emma just about rolled her eyes. They’d have the same reaction if someone kidnapped them! She’d like to see them in her position. “Lemegogh!” she attempted to speak as her fists pounded against the nurses back. “Don’t worry, baby.” the doctor said sweetly, slipping on a pair of medical gloves. “You’re just going to get a little check up.” The bed looked more like a torture device than an exam table. Her heart hammered against her chest as she was placed down on her back. They worked together, strapping her ankles, arms, and waist to the table, finishing with a strap across her forehead. She was completely immobile. Emma barely felt the prick of the needle in her thigh and soon her breathing began to slow and limbs felt heavy. “This medicine should last for about an hour. We can cut off her clothes and leave her in just a pull up.” “Clothes are a privilege and if she continues to behave this way then she’ll be demoted to diapers full time.” Nurse Jill agreed. Her view of the ceiling was suddenly obstructed by the doctor’s icy blue eyes. A low whine sounded from her throat and the doctor smiled, patting her chubby cheek. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you? You were such a sweetheart when asleep.” Worried thoughts flooded the girl's mind. They had drugged her. Why did that surprise her? What else did they do? Emma tried to zone out. She tried to bring her mind to a different place so she could forget about this humiliating examination- no- she couldn’t even call it that. This was an assault. Her clothes had been removed and discarded, leaving her in just the pull up. Emma still hoped this was a horrible horrible nightmare that she was going to wake up from but she hadn’t yet. The girl jerked at the tug and twist of her nipples, painfully aware of everything. “You can’t even call these boobs,” the nurse cackled like the evil witch she was. “they’re just little stubs. We won’t have to do any modifications here.” Her hands roamed her body, not leaving a part untouched and Emma stilled as the only clothing she wore was removed. “Pppufhles…” she tried to beg as the doctor ran her fingers over… private part. No one had ever touched her there before. Not even Jack. The doctor ignored her and continued to poke and prod. Panic flooded her body as suddenly the doctor’s finger was inside her. Nononono… “We can’t have little Emmy getting wet like this.” her tongue clicked. She wasn't talking about pee and a feeling of dread settled in her stomach. “We’ll put her in a chastity belt to discourage the behavior until she’s properly regressed. All littles go through this stage.” “What about her voice? She’s used many naughty words since this morning.” “Has she breastfeed yet? Watched tv?” “Both.” said Nurse Jill. “The hypnosis has already faded. We don’t know why it’s not working on her, usually they fall into the trance pretty quickly.” “Well, everyone is different.” explained the doctor. “Emmy just happens to be a little more headstrong. Isn’t that right, sweet girl?” Her cheeks were painfully pinched. Emma didn’t smile. The doctor frowned. “I want her to nurse every hour and increase the intensity of the hypnosis. By the end of the week, she should be in a semi-regressed state.” That did not bode well for the escape plan. “Now, let’s take her temperature. She’s been acting very silly today, perhaps her tummy is bothering her. Help me turn her over, Nurse Jill.” ooOoo A/N: Hello! I'm so so sorry that it's been so long! I'm finishing up school and have had so much work! I'm going to try to update more frequently! Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed, it means so much to me! I'm also working on responding to reviews from before. I should update again soon. Thank you for your patience! Hi! It's explained in the last story I wrote. Emmy's store is a continuation from my story about Willa if you haven't read it yet. It's not necessary to read them but might clear some things up. Basically, Emmy was sent to the "therapist" office where she talked to Marina Tischner before drinking a glass of water. It was drugged and she passed out and then was transported to the community. I hope that clears some stuff up! Thank you! Thank you! I should update soon! Thank you! I should update again soon!

Chapter 2: She cried herself into exhaustion, falling unconscious. That’s the only reason she thought of when her eyes opened once again. Emma leaned against Nurse Janie, straddling her lap. She was only in a flowery printed pullup. It was thick between her thighs, making a crinkly noise every time she moved but was unbelievably soft and snug around her lower body. The girl wanted it off. Now. But was confused about… everything. “You’re little brain hurts, doesn’t it sweetie?” She puckered her brows, nodding her head in desperation. “Don’t think.” was all she said. “Don’t think about before. You’ll have plenty of time for that later.” Emma wanted to say no. This wasn’t right. She shouldn’t be wearing a pullup, she shouldn’t be practically naked against this strange woman. Softly sniffling, shivers went down her spine and body shook in the woman’s lap. Nobody knew where she was. Her and Hannah were still fighting and she hadn’t talked to her parents in about a month. Someone had to report her missing. She felt her heart constrict as the nurse undid several buttons of her shirt and a large pale breast popped out, inches away from her face. No way was she going to suck from a grown woman’s tit. “Is my little Emmy excited?” “Nuhnouhf!!” she screamed, trying to get her point across. The woman was clearly insane. That’s the only reasonable conclusion that Emma could come up with. “Don’t you want to be a strong girl?” What Emma wanted to escape this crazed place but the woman’s hold around her was too tight and her limbs were too weak. Her arms and legs felt like jelly and trembled if she tried to lift them, even the tiniest bit. “Good little girls drink milk and do what their nurses tell them.” her tone turned cold. “No more games, Emmy. Now, I’m going to remove your paci but if I hear any big girl noises… you won’t like the punishment.” Emma stilled and the only noise was her labored breathing through her nose. Her chest rose up and down and after a moment's hesitation, nodded her head. Tears stung in her eyes as the woman once again smiled, bopping her on the nose. She was repositioned on her lap, now held in a cradled position. The woman must have been about a foot taller than her because she felt tiny in her arms. The young girl tried to cover herself up, crossing her arms over her bare breasts but the woman forced her arms apart, eliciting a high pitched whine from her throat. “Little girls shouldn’t be concerned about modesty. It’s normal for littles to be naked.” A sob caught in her throat and head spun in dizzying circles. Undoing the strap around her head, the nurse nudged the large bulb from mouth. Sucking in large gulps of air, all previous promises were out the window as Emma began to scream, “Let me go! I’m not a fucking baby! Someone help me-!” She didn’t get a chance to finish because the woman forced the bulb back into her aching jaw and eyes turned dark. She grabbed her face in a bone crushing grip, forcing her to look up. “I do not have time for bad little girls. Especially ones that use such naughty language.” a harsh slap on her thigh sounded throughout the room and Emma jerked in response. “Pwease!” she tried to cry as her voice shook in terror. What had she done to end up here? Her stomach churned painfully, knowing she was going to cry herself into sickness. “Your punishment will be later but right now, you need your nummies. We’ve wasted enough time.” Emma continued to struggle, eyes wide and screams grew louder. “You’re such a dramatic girl,” the nurse rolled her eyes. “Now let’s try this again. I’m going to remove your paci and there will be no big girl noises. Are we clear?” No. They weren’t clear. Emma sarcastically thought. Rage and terror burned throughout her as her body trembled. The pacifier was removed once again and Emma kept her promise. She kept her mouth shut just like told. The nurse was not pleased. “You think you’re a funny girl don’t you?” her voice deadpanned. “We are not leaving this chair until you drink nursie’s milk. Now open your mouth before I make you.” Fat chance. The fight didn’t last for long when a sharp pinch was felt on the inside of her thigh and Emma gasped in shock. Suddenly, her mouth was filled with her boob. Nurse Janie held her nose so she couldn’t breath but still, Emma wouldn’t suck. “Eventually you’re going to pass out from lack of air. We’ll stay here all day until you drink your milkies. Might I remind you not to bite. I’d hate to remove your little teethies.” Emma could tell the woman was serious and it was becoming increasingly hard to hold her breath. There was only so much longer she could hold on. Having realized she’d lost this battle, the girl’s eyes closed. Lord, please forgive me. She began to pray for forgiveness as the nurse unplugged her nose, finally pleased. Emma, wracked with embarrassment, gave a tentative suck on her pink nipple. Nothing happened. “Try again sweetheart,” the nurse said firmly. Emma did, more forceful this time and the woman moaned. Again she tried and just when she thought it was impossible, a stream of warm liquid flooded her mouth. It was sweet, creamy and just slightly curious, the young girl swallowed a mouthful. “That’s it girl,” the woman cooed. “Drink from nursie.” With her lips pursed around her nipple, she did as the woman bid. Unaware, her body slowly began to sink into the woman’s hold as her head rested comfortably in the crook of her arm. She knew this was wrong. Emma knew that she should be disgusted but the milk was- it tasted like… pure heaven. Perhaps she could just relax for a little bit and afterward, she’d continue her fight but right now she was a very thirsty girl. ooOoo Emma did not know how to describe it. Her mind floated in all different directions, unable to focus on one thing for more than a few minutes. She remembered suckling from the woman's breast as a feeling of pure bliss spread throughout her body. She remembered the pats on her back and the little burp that escaped her lips. The woman praised her, rubbing her back in soothing circles. Emma couldn’t stop smiling, even when she slipped the infantile outfit over her head and separated her hair into two pigtails. Emma softly sucked on the paci obediently, just briefly aware and ignored the nagging voice at the back of her head. “Aren’t you a pretty girl!” her voice was condescending. “Tell Nurse Janie how much you love your outfit!” They stood in front of a mirror. Emma wore a white shirt with puffy shoulders and a short pink overall dress on top that did absolutely nothing to cover up the pull up. On her feet were ruffled white socks in black Mary Janes. She looked like an overgrown toddler. Emma wasn’t quite sure how she felt about it. She wasn’t quite sure what she felt about anything. Nurse Janie didn’t wait for an answer because she gasped, glancing at her watch. “Oh my goodness, look at the time! The others have already started class. You don’t want to be late for your first day, do you?” Did she? Emma cocked her head to the side. She really didn’t know. “Silly girl,” the older woman giggled. “You’ll make friends in no time!” Emma didn’t want to make friends though. She wanted to… wanted to… Emma didn’t know what she wanted. The young girl was stumped. Holding her hand in a tight grasp, she allowed herself to be pulled down the sterile hall. Her eyes squinted in confusion as she looked around at the plain white walls and numerous doors. They turned several corners and everything looked the same. Suddenly, they stopped at a closed door. The nurse put a white card up to this grey box and a noise beeped. A second later she turned the handle and dragged her into the dark room. There was a large television that everyone’s attention was focused on. “Let’s get you settled,” she whispered in her ear. No one batted an eye or turned away from the screen as the two of them walked to the first row. Emma sat down on the ground, criss cross applesauce, next to another girl, dressed in the exact same outfit. There were other people in the room but she couldn’t see them as clearly. Everyone was focused on the blank tv. With several questions on the tip of her tongue, she glanced up to her left but the nurse was gone. She whipped her head around, every which way but there was no other adult in the room. Just a bunch of other girls, identically dressed as her. “Wha… wha’ are we doin’?” Emma turned to the girl beside her. The pacifier had become an afterthought but now she sucked, anxiously and hurriedly. Emma didn’t like the unknown. “It’s gonna start!” the girl said in a hushed excited voice, slightly muffled by her own pacifier. “What?” “Ve show!” she said as if the answer was obvious. Emma doesn’t remember how much time passed but by the time the lights turned back on, her eyes were heavy and she blinked rapidly, trying to stay awake. Beside her, the girl rubbed her eyes with two fists and others yawned, groggily moving around on the ground. Emma knew that she enjoyed the show. She knew it made her feel good but just couldn’t remember what it was about. But she liked it. “It’s pway time now…” the girl from earlier said. “Pway time?” “Nursie Jill will bwing us. She’s nice.” Emma’s eyebrows furrowed together but still nodded her head. True to her word five minutes later, they stood in the hall, lined up against the wall. Everyone looked ridiculous in the matching baby outfits, pigtails, and pacifiers. Emma couldn’t help but notice that she was the only one with a strap around her head. Nobody seemed to be fighting or trying to escape. They seemed content, dazed. Nothing made any sense. “You must be our newest little!” a woman gasped, suddenly appearing in front of her. Emma gulped and face turned crimson. She stood wobbly on her legs because everything felt slightly off-kilter. “My name is Nurse Jill! Can you tell me what your name is?” power and dominance radiated from her body causing Emma to feel even smaller than she already looked. The young girl quaked in her shoes. Anything left of her fighting spirit had been forgotten about. “Oh, you’re a shy one, aren’t you?” the woman made a pouting face. “There’s no reason to be shy around all of your little friends. Chrissy will be your best friend, won’t she?” The girl next to her, who she had talked to earlier, eagerly nodded her head. Her strawberry blonde curls bounced around her perfectly framed heart shaped face. “Chrissy is one of our best girls here and gets to lead everyone to play time. Perhaps, our new friend can join?” Did Emma want to play line leader? No. But did she want to be a good girl? She didn’t know. Nurse Jill held her hand out and Chrissy immediately took hold. Emma was a little more hesitant. She sucked on the pacifier. “Come on sweetie, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Oh, there was a lot to be afraid of. Emma backed into the wall, eyeing them both with fear. Everyone was staring at her. Somebody whined impatiently. “What did your little show teach you?” To be a good girl. No more big thoughts. Except that wasn’t right because she was a big girl. She shouldn’t be dressed in this silly baby garb. Chrissy’s eyes were full of innocence and naivety. She didn’t flinch at the pat to her padded bottom. She just continued to smile and nod, hanging onto the older woman’s every word. “You want to be a good girl, right? You want to be like Chrissy?” Ye- No! Emma tugged on a curl, twisting and pulling. Her mind was terribly confused and muddled from all she’d been through in the past hours. She didn’t know what to think. The young girl had ended up taking the woman’s hand in the end. She really hadn’t left her with any other choice. With her on the right, holding onto her hand and Chrissy on the left, they waddled down the hallway and a crinkling noise followed with each step. ooOoo I’m not supposed to be here. Emma finally thought to herself. She dropped the doll from her hand and stared up at Chrissy in confusion. The girl hadn’t noticed that she’d stopped playing because she was too caught up in her own imagination. Looking around the brightly colored room, there were about ten other girls. To the left was a table covered in paper, markers, and large crayons that one could only hold in a fist. Some girls sat in tiny chairs, all the furniture too small and scribbled away. To the right were cabinets full of stuffed animals and dress up clothes. A girl had a tiara and a poofy dress on. She twirled around and around, no end in sight. Others were scattered around the room, playing with their own toys, rocking back and forth on the wooden horse. Emma was pretty certain that she was the only sane one in here… well as sane as you could get. The past hour had passed in a blur and barely was she able to make out what was real and what she had dreamed. Emma hoped all of this was pretend but something told her that it was not. “Pway?” Chrissy’s voice raised in pitch. Her head cocked to the side, confused as to why she had stopped playing dolls. “I-I, need to weave.” Emma said in a lowered voice. Her eyes sought out Nurse Jill standing in the corner of the room talking to another woman. A card was attached to her pants and based on the intricate looking buttons on the door, the woman’s card was needed to leave the room. Emma just had to get her hands on it. Chrissy's blue eyes lit up and she echoed, “Weave? Ask for potty! Good giwrs use potty.” Emma grumbled, fed up with the girl’s inability to understand anything. She didn’t need to use the toilet. What she wanted was to be out of this terribly comforting and highly humiliating pullup and wretched clothes. She wanted to be back at the dorm. Hell, she’d rather be with Hannah. “Did I hear the word potty?” Damn it. Emma glanced up to see Nurse Jill quickly heading over. She was not a little kid. “Does someone need to go tinkle or poo poo? Or have you already had an accident?” the woman didn’t hesitate as she stuck her hand down the front and back of Chrissy’s pull up. Her eyes widened and Chrissy giggled, bouncing up and down on her bottom not even bothered by the intrusion of privacy. “It seems little Chrissy didn’t have an accident! Was it you, little one?” she said in a playfully stern voice. Emma backed away from the approaching woman, finding nothing funny about this situation. The woman- Jill, sighed and stopped her advance. “You new littles always need to be watched more. I know it’s scary going potty in a new place but it must be done.” Her face burned red and body buzzed with anger. She was mortified, humiliated, embarrassed, discomforted. An uncomfy feeling churned in her stomach and blushing hard, felt the pressure build up from down below. Of course now she had to pee. “Are you going to get to your little feet or will Nurse Jill have to carry you?” Emma didn’t respond and the pacifier stopped moving. Then, the woman clicked her tongue, not giving her a choice. Without a warning’s notice, she was lifted from the ground and hoisted up into the air. She thought she saw her life flash before her eyes. Emma was very high off the ground and she did not like heights. Not thinking, her arms snaked around her neck, holding tight. “Nurse Jill, is not going to drop you, baby-” “Emma!” she finally grumbled as they began to walk. In feigned shock, she voiced, “Emma?” The girl was tired of the stupid baby name. She was never going to get herself taken seriously if she didn’t speak up for herself. “Emma is such a mouthful.” Jill made a face as if she’d tasted something sour. “Do you know what’s better? Emmy. That is a much better name for a little girl such as yourself.” ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, I'm surprised with how many people have commented and liked so far, thank you! If there's anyone that's new to this story, I just wanted to say welcome! 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Chapter 1: With her lips pressed against the glass bottle, she took a large gulp. Emma didn’t know what she was drinking but only that it made her feel good. It made her feel numb. Her throat burned but she continued to drink, wanting to forget everything. Everyone. The room spun around and around and little twinkly lights sparkled in her eyes. The girl was aware that she was dead drunk. She was also aware that her best friend, Hannah was slumped over against Jack, more drunk than she. They’d broken up just yesterday. It was an ugly, sad fight that had not ended on the right note. But she had not expected him to move on so quickly. Not with Hannah. Never with her self declared sister. Emma giggled so hard that tears formed in her eyes and the bottle slipped from her hand, crashing into a million pieces, but nobody seemed to notice. Nobody ever noticed. Shouts sounded from the back porch. A game of beer pong was being played and In the kitchen, people mixed different drinks together, creating a cocktail of god-knows-what. But Emma stood in the living room. She hissed as the glass shards cut into her bare feet. The slight pain soon became overwhelming as the music pounded in her ears, sending a pulsing beat all the way to her soul. Her body swayed back and forth among the crowd of people. Now, she wasn’t usually into frat parties but was known to let loose every once in a while; and if she was desperate enough then would drink. She glared at the two of them as they sucked each other's faces and his hands groped her body. Emma had given Hannah the dress to borrow. It had never been a favorite of hers because it was too sparkly and tight. But it was exactly her friend’s style. Emma didn’t want it back now. She’d rather burn the damn outfit. Her feet moved on their own accord until she found herself outside, standing in the front yard. The grass was littered with red solo cups and over a dozen cars were parked in the driveway. She sat down and laid back, staring up at the starless night sky. “Emma?” Her head turned to the right. It was Julie Watkins. They were friends… kind of. “What’s wrong?” her eyebrows furrowed together. “You’re crying.” Was she? Her hand hovered below her blue eyes and fingertips were wet. She was. Julie sat down beside her. She was a nice girl. Her thick curly brown hair was pulled back into a long braid that snaked down her back. Her face was narrow, skin pale, and nose long and pointy. “I like your outfit.” Emma sloppily smiled. It was just a graphic t-shirt and denim skirt. Julie laughed. “I like your outfit as well.” Julie was nice. Everyone liked Julie, it was hard not to. Emma wore a plain black halter top and skinny jeans. She wasn’t quite sure where her shoes had gone. “Do you want to tell me why you’re out here crying?” the girl tried again. Emma shrugged. “Did you see Hannah and Jack?” “They’re drunk. I’m sure by tomorrow they won’t remember any of this.” Julie was too kind. How come she couldn’t be her best friend? “My parents are also getting divorced!” she blurted before she could stop herself. Her kind-of-friend was very understanding but Hannah had never been. Fuck Hannah Flynn. Fretfully, she tugged at a wavy lock of her auburn hair and Julie rubbed her back in soothing circles. She was crying again. “Do you want a ride back to your dorm? I haven’t drank anything.” Again, she shrugged, very indecisive at the moment. The whole reason she had come to college was to escape her parents who couldn’t manage to go a day without fighting. Emma thought it would be better being all the way across the country. The University of Seattle was an amazing school. “Let’s go,” said Julie as she stood up. “Do you know where your shoes are?” “No.” The girl sighed. “That’s alright. My car is just around the corner.” Clumsily she pushed herself up, leaning against Julie who was five feet and five inches tall. Emma was only five feet and two inches. She felt short in comparison. “I know what it feels like.” whispered Julie. “My parents divorced when I was eight. I’m not gonna lie, it’s not fun. But everything gets better in time. Just remember that.” The words passed right through her. Emma wasn’t sure what she’d remember by tomorrow. ooOoo She’d spent the past hour of the morning puking in the bathroom and after four ibuprofens for her pounding headache, still felt like shit. Her skin was pale, more so than usual, and clammy. The stuffy hot office only made it worse. The nineteen year old girl sat cross legged on the lumpy brown couch. Last night was a blur but she remembered them vividly making out on the couch. Hannah never came back to the dorm. It wasn’t hard to guess where she was. “Emmaline, can you answer me?” She looked up suddenly. Her counselor, Ms. Newman pursed her lips and shook her head. Her brown hair was pulled back into a severe bun and glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry?” “Are you aware that you’re failing several of your classes? You got into this school on an academic scholarship and your grades right now are less than exemplary. You don’t want to be kicked out, do you?” Did she? Emma really couldn’t answer. “I-I’m going through stuff. I’m sorry but right now isn’t really the best time for… anything.” she tried to explain herself, truly she did. “We were understanding in the beginning but there comes a time when you need to pick yourself up.” Ms. Newman sighed. “You can’t continue this way. Many of your professors have expressed the same concerns.” There was no hiding that she was hung over. “Emma, there are people who want to help you. You’re only a freshman and have so much to look forward to. I understand your parents divorce has hit you hard but it helps to talk to others sometimes. You don’t have to struggle with this alone.” Sharing her feelings with strangers was the last thing she wanted to do. She’d rather jump in front of a train. “I’m going to give you the name of a therapist. She’s free and I’ve sent many students to her before. Trust me, they’re completely new people after they're done with her.” Emma could tell that it wasn’t really a choice and took the piece of paper reluctantly. This woman could spout whatever nonsense she wanted but nothing would change. Her life sucked and would always be that way. Afterward, she went back to her dorm, prepared to take another nap but stopped short. “I’m so sorry!” Hannah exclaimed upon seeing her. Mascara ran down her face and a dark tightly coiled curl stuck to her wet cheek. “I-I was drunk and wasn’t thinking straight and it just sorta happened!” Maybe if she had been thinking rationally, she would’ve been more understanding but at the moment she wanted to strangle the curl and watch as her dark skin lost color. “Fuck you, Han.” her voice was cold. “Of course you went after Jack McCroy! He’s mine-” “You broke up… again! For like the hundredth time!” her voice rose an octave. “I’m sorry that I made a mistake but don’t get angry at me. It’s not my fault that you’ve got a shitty life!” Hannah knew that she had hit her where it hurt. “Em… I- I didn’t mean tha-” “Get out.” Her hands formed into a fist at her side, knuckles white. “Get the fuck out!” She didn't need to ask again. ooOoo Her major was political science. Ever since she was a little girl, Emmaline Rodgers had dreams of becoming the first female president of the United States. However, as she grew older those dreams were quickly squashed as she realized what a misogynistic world she lived in. Now, she just hoped to be something. Anything other than a college drop out. Before, Emma thought she didn’t care but now took it back. The girl didn’t work so hard throughout high school and leave home only to end up right back there. She was determined to succeed. To do better than her miserable parents who they themselves never completed college. Her mother worked the farm and her father owned the local corner store. They didn’t make a ton of money but it was enough to survive off of the necessities. Townsford, Connecticut was a town of about one thousand. It was more a rural farming community with one stoplight in the entire county. Everyone knew everyone and it was not a good place to stand out. That’s why she had always hated her vibrant red hair. She got it from her father. Emma had always considered herself kind of a shy girl. Never straying far away from what she knew but there was a desire that burned inside her to escape the deadbeat town which is exactly what she did. The girl was doing more than her parents ever did but it wasn’t enough. That’s why a week later she met Marina Tischner. The woman was kind and almost had a motherly feel to her. She had straight blonde hair and a heart shaped face. She was dressed casually in a blue turtleneck, dark jeans and boots. The room was small but comfortable. The walls were painted a mustard yellow and there was one small window which was the only light in the room. In front of her was a coffee table and a chair on the other side. An icy glass of water and a bowl of mints were situated in front of her. She was surprisingly easy to talk to, something Emma had sworn she would never do. Everything came pouring out of her mouth at rapid speed: Hannah and Jack. Her parents. Hopes and dreams. The only sound she heard was the sound of the pencil tip against the paper as Dr. Tischner took down notes. “Are you happy with your life right now?” “Honestly?” her voice shook. “No. Sometimes I wish I could go far away and be a different person, live a second life. Don’t get me wrong, I want to try. I don’t want to give up but I’m just so tired of everything.” “It’s normal to feel that way. Everyone does at some point.” She supposed the woman was right but Emma just felt so alone. There was no one to save her. “Why don’t you have a sip of the water.” Dr. Tischner nodded toward the glass. “We’ve been talking for a while.” ooOoo Emma’s eyes blinked open but quickly shut, the bright light caught her by surprise. She tried again, this time more slowly and hesitant. Something wasn’t right. A headache thundered at the front of her head and vision blurred around the edges. She felt dead, unable to feel her body, everything was numb. “Mmmhph!” she tried to talk but it came out in a grumbled mess. There was something in her mouth that she couldn’t spit out. The girl was so tired. Her eyes began to flutter as different colors floated in front of her. “No, no Emmy.” a woman stood above her. “Nap time is over, you can go night-night later.” Nap time? Night-night? What the hell was going on? “You’re a silly girl. Just suck on your paci, there’s no need for tears.” Was she crying? The woman tapped the object lodged in her mouth. Without really thinking about it, Emma did as she said. It felt like she had been hit by a truck. Nothing made any sense. “Nurse Janie just has to change your diapee and then you can have some nummies.” Her blue eyes narrowed and brows furrowed together. Something really wasn’t right. Her heart raced against her chest and a high whine escaped her throat. The woman picked her up with ease and automatically her legs wrapped around her waist and head rested on her shoulder. The young girl suddenly stiffened, hearing a crinkle as the woman… patted her butt? “Don’t worry sweetie.” she cooed. “You’re just a little wet but it’s nothing I can’t take care of.” There was a sinking feeling in her stomach as her mind caught up with the lady’s words and realized what the feeling was between her legs. She was wearing a fucking diaper. “Nnn-nuhnuh!” she tried to speak but could only string together a few words. Her body shook and the woman just patted her back. Looking around the room it was empty, save for a bunch of oversized… cages? No. Cribs.There was a rocking chair positioned in each corner of the room and walls were painted a light pink. A rainbow, clouds, and a smiling sun were painted on the wall. It reminded her of her childhood doctor’s office. Except she wasn’t a child. She was nineteen years old. “Keep sucking your paci,” her voice remained calm. “We’re just going to get your little tush changed.” Breath. One, two, three, four… she began to count in her mind. Five, six, seven, eight… don’t think about what she’s doing. Don’t think about how she just strapped you to a fucking changing table that’s way to big for an actual baby. Tears burned in her eyes and a few trickled down her cheeks. She flinched at the touch of the wet wipe against her… her private area. No one but her had ever touched down there before. Her heart pounded in her ears and began to struggle against the straps that restrained her ankles and wrists. She was completely nakad. Oh dear god. Emma screamed, terrified of what was going to happen. The woman swatted her thigh and made a clicking sound with her tongue. “Is little Emmy having bad thoughts?” “Effmfa!” her voice grumbled as she tried to correct the woman. Her name was Emma. Emmy was a baby name. “Oh Emmy, your head is just filled with bad big girl thoughts.” she ignored her protest. “I’m just getting you changed into your pullup and pretty dress. Your diapees are just for night time.” That wasn’t what she was upset about, at least not in that sense. Emma had to communicate with her that there had been some sort of mistake. She wasn’t meant to be here. The young girl kicked her legs as hard as she could, straining against the restraints. The woman clicked her tongue and blue eyes narrowed. “You’ve been such a good girl the past few days. Perhaps you're just hungry, it is time for your nummies after all.” Emma almost laughed in disbelief. Nummies? How old did she think she was? Five? And what did she mean by the past few days? Emma could only remember the beginning of the meeting with Dr. Tischner. The woman bent down, opening a drawer and pulled out a thick pullup. Her cheeks pinkened as Emma wailed from behind the rubber object, unable to escape. “Oh, you’ll get nummies soon. I know how much you like nursie’s milk. Relax and suck on your paci.” But she couldn’t relax because a sudden storm raged at the front of her mind- a lightning strike, a clap of thunder. Her eyes blinked rapidly, persisting through the pain, trying to remember. But her mind was blank. How had she ended up here? ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and read, I really appreciate it! I’ve already started writing the second chapter and it should be uploaded soon!

Chapter 10: Abby couldn’t believe what her life had come too. For once she wasn’t confined in the tight swaddle, instead was dressed in the poofiest pink dress covered in frills, a diaper that was too soft and annoyingly big, and a flower headband around her head. She laid back in the rustic white painted wagon, pulled by some person. Her vision was blurry, unable to see more than six feet away but could just make out the fuzzy figures of people standing on each side of her. She sucked on the paci, not because she wanted to but because it soothed her gums that were in a constant state of soreness. Thinking back on that, it was more her fault for attempting to bite Christina- she refused to call her mommy- and got herself in this mess. She couldn’t believe that Adrian would take it to this extreme. Of course she expected that after a few months, he’d get tired with his revenge but that didn’t seem to be the case. It had been almost two years now and she was still shitting in diapers and sucking from the blonde woman’s boob. In her mitted hands were two dark blue boxes and up ahead, Emmy waddled along in a matching outfit, gleefully throwing flowers down the aisle, putting on a show for everyone. The girl-- her “sister” just about drove her insane. Emmy had lost her mind and any sense of adult self long ago. She was in every way a toddler. The girl was only too happy to indulge in the belief that she was a “bad” girl and needed to be taught. If Emmy were her little, she would’ve stuck her in diapers by now and forced her to endure everything she had. Now, here they were at the wedding. She was the ring bearer and Emmy, the flower girl. That’s why everyone awed and cooed as she was brought down the aisle, unable to do anything but lay there. To them she was nothing more than an adorable baby. The ceremony itself she tuned out, not wanting to watch the man she once loved get married to another woman. There was a rage that still burned in her stomach, that never would be fully extinguished. To see people living a life she should’ve had just about killed her. It’s not like she could escape. Her body felt like jelly and the most she could do was lift her head an inch off the ground, plus there was the constant swaddle and someone always watching. Emmy had even taken to tattling on her if she did something “babies” were not supposed to do. There were no allies in this place. No one to save her. Jail would’ve been the better option. Over time, she had learned to tune out the condescending baby talk and constant jabs at how little she had become. A reaction was what people wanted but she refused to give it to them. That’s why she pretended to be asleep during the after party as people passed her around. They patted her wet diaper, commented on the ridiculous dress, and told Christina and Adrian how cute she looked in the horrid photo shoot she had to endure for the wedding invitation. Abby didn’t want her pride to be damaged anymore than it was. But then they came. The two people she may have hated more than anyone else in the world (save Christina and Adrian). Marina and Christian Tischner. Her eyes blinked open and lying in the portable bassinet, she couldn’t see but heard their voices. Willa was with them. She was supposed to be hers. Not theirs. ooOoo “The wedding was beautiful,” said Christian Tischner. The atmosphere was tense between the four of them, no one quite knowing what to say. Christina invited them out of courtesy but hadn’t actually expected them to show up. But here they stood. The woman, Marina, pushed a large white pram back and forth, soft suckles could be heard but the hood blocked his view. “Thank you,” Christina smiled, squeezing his hand. “We’re glad you came.” They had access to his sister’s file. They knew how old she was, where she lived, worked, who her family was. Of course they knew who he was. His jaw clenched together and stood just a little taller, trying not to appear nervous. His sister was in front of him. Except… she wasn’t really his sister, not anymore. She was their baby. They noticed his glance and shared a look with each other. In a strained voice, Marina said, “Christina, I didn’t realize who you were when we first met. But it wasn’t until I saw the two of you together that I knew. There’s a picture of you, Adrian in Willa’s file. I didn’t want to believe it was you-” “We’d never do anything to take Willa away.” his voice came out rather firm. “I’m the one who sent her to Henderson, I knew what I was doing.” “We know that now but that was our concern at first,” Christian glanced down into the pram. “We were prepared to go to court in case you tried to take her from us but Marina trusted you,” he said to Christina. “I had no reason not to believe her.” “All I want is for Willa to be safe and happy. Before, she wasn’t in a good place. She never got a chance to have a normal childhood. I just want that for her now.” “We love her.” whispered Marina teary eyed. “Never would we ever imagine hurting her.” Adrian could see that now as the couple spoke about her with such love in their voices. He’d made the right choice, Adrian knew now. He couldn’t have taken care of her the same way they did. “Would you like to hold her?” Dr. Tischner hesitantly offered. “We can’t imagine how long you’ve been worrying about her. You may not get the opportunity again.” Christina nodded, urging him forward. Did he want to do this? He’d been wracked with guilt for so many months. “She’s asleep and won’t wake up.” they assured him. “We weren’t sure how she’d react to you if awake.” Perhaps this was better. Blood rushing through his ears, Adrian nodded his head, anxiously fidgeting with his black tie. Marina lifted her from the pram, cradling her with delicacy. Willa was sound asleep. Her cheeks puffed out from her paci and head was covered in short dark curls. She was wrapped firmly in a pink swaddle. “Here.” Marina said as she moved her to his arms. Almost immediately, still asleep, her head snuggled into his side. His hand rested on her bottom and the other hand softly stroked her cheek. She was warm. Healthy. There was a glow to her that hadn’t been there before. In that moment Adrian knew he had made the right choice. “Thank you,” he whispered to them. Knowing his sister was safe and well cared for, Adrian could finally relax. The Tischners' were liberal to say the least but even they had a breaking point. Learning who Abby was was only too satisfying for them. A few days later, she was the newest volunteer at Sunnyside Hospital. All hopeful mommies and daddies had to go through Baby Care classes in order to become certified to adopt a little. The only way they could learn was by practicing on an actual adult baby which was where Abby came in. The classes lasted five weeks. Every week was learning to take care of different age. The first week was the newborns. Adrian had to go through it in order to adopt Abby and Christina had to go through it in order to adopt Emmy. For four hours, two times a week, Abby was in the care of the teacher, Camilla Green. She was a stern woman, serious and took her job very seriously. She taught how to properly administer suppositories and enemas; the best way to swaddle and enforce discipline; breastfeed, burp, sooth. Abby was not a happy girl… especially when everyone practiced on her. There were wet nurses at the hospital who were always there to nurse her. That was something Christina was absolutely adamant on. She wasn’t mature enough for bottles yet. The fight hadn’t left her eyes, far from it, but they had seen just a little bit resignation. ooOoo Too many people. Her chest rose up and looked around the room in a blur. She wailed from behind the pacifier as her stomach felt uncomfortably full and sloshy. The stranger’s arms she was in was patting too hard. “Pat a little lighter, Marybeth.” Thank you! Abby thought. “All babies cry. You aren’t doing anything wrong.” I’m not a baby! She internally scowled. The nausea spread throughout her stomach, bile rising in her throat and spit up before she could stop herself. Another cry sounded from her throat and the strange woman bounced her, trying to calm her down. Abby didn’t care about how she must have looked like now. Her stomach hurt and it was all this woman’s fault who didn’t know how to correctly burp a baby. Except she wasn’t a baby. She was an adult who was forced to be this way. Her lips wrapped around the oversized rubber bulb, the woman smiling down at her. A stream of pee flooded the diaper, unable to control herself. She hated these stupid classes with a burning passion almost wishing she was back at hom- Christina and Adrian’s house. She refused to call it her home because it never would be. It was her prison. Her cage. Staring up at the ceiling, her cheeks tinted pink. Everyone watched her. They stared at her as she laid helpless on the changing table covered in a large towel. Abby knew what was coming next. A random man volunteered to come up. His hands were cold against her skin as the padding was removed from beneath her bottom. “I showed you yesterday how to administer an enema,” started the woman. “Today you are going to practice. Brandon, since you are already up here, would you do the honors?” He didn’t hesitate to say yes and her stomach dropped. She was flipped to her side and the teacher held her, keeping her still and forced her knees up to her chest. “What’s the first step?” Abby heard the sound of pencil tips on paper. “Remove the cap from the nozzle.” he hesitantly said. “Yes, that's correct.” She heard the pop and jerked just a little bit. The woman’s hold tightened. “What next?” “Insert the tip of the nozzle into her anu-” “Nope.” He was silent. “But miss, that’s the next step.” a brave person spoke out. Uncharacteristically, Miss Green laughed. “No, the next step is to insert the nozzle into her little princess hole. You must always use child friendly language in order not to scare the littles. She may not understand our words but can pick up on tone” They spoke of her as if she wasn’t even there. Like she was dumb. But Abby understood perfectly well. “Now let’s start again.” His voice shook as he said, “The second step is to insert the nozzle into her little princess hole and do so until ten centimeters.” She couldn’t help but cry out, anxiously sucking on the pacifier. Miss Green patted her back, doing nothing to help as the object continued to crawl up inside her becoming increasingly uncomfortable. “She’s crying-” “She’s just a baby. They cry about everything.” the woman assured him. “Have you reached ten centimeters yet?” “Yes.” his voice was more firm this time. “Good. Now what do you do?” “Give her tummy some yummy water.” She knew what that meant. “Nnnah!” she tried to scream as the cold rush of soapy water quickly flooded her system. She squirmed in pain as her stomach became sloshy, uncomfortably full. No one batted an eye and just continued to watch and take notes. “Now it’s time for her princess plug.” Could this day get any worse? “Everyone will have a chance to try, today is only the first day. I know you are all very eager.” It just did. Laughs sounded throughout the room but Abby wasn’t. She was crying, more like sobbing, while everyone just made pouty faces at her. She will be here tomorrow. The day after tomorrow. Two days after tomorrow. It was a never ending cycle that she could never escape. Perhaps this was rock bottom. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for reading and reviewing, I really appreciate it! This was the last chapter of this story and the series around Willa! I really appreciate everyone who has read so far! Based on what people commented, Emmy's story will be next! However, after I'm done writing about her then it'll be Lulu!

Warning: This chapter is very dark and has a lot of non-con. ooOoo Chapter 9: One Year Later Everything went exactly as planned. Abby, shocked and horrified to see Adrian’s face in the courtroom, pitched a fit, only solidifying the jury’s decision to find her guilty of all crimes. She never had any chance and she knew it. The judge sentenced her to mandatory regression at Sunnyside Hospital. The age level: a newborn. The girl ranted angrily at the verdict and was so irate, the guards had to pacify her- literally. He watched with Christina as her limp body was carried from the courtroom, unconsciously suckling on the oversized rubber object strapped around her head. That was a year ago though it felt like a lifetime. Now, Christina, who loved to take part in the community, had become the newest member of the Moms Infant Group that met at the park every other week. They met to talk about their struggles raising an adult baby, all the while showing them off in humiliating baby garb. It was mortifying for Abby but that wasn’t the point. Marina Tischner attended with Willa, not every time, but enough that his girlfriend was able to establish a good rapport with her. In all honesty, Adrian had considered adopting his sister but at the end of the day, couldn’t bring himself to do it. He could baby other people. He loved being around Emmy. But when it came to Willa there was a mental block. That feeling that made him question everything he was doing. Adrian couldn’t imagine treating her the way he did to others. But Christina said she seemed good, happy even, which was relieving to hear. As for Abby, she had not been an easy one to regress. The hospital eventually put her through a multitude of high intensity hypnotic sessions, stronger than the usual and turned to the fairly new isolation technique. She still had her adult mind but was compliant… reluctantly. What they did not want to happen was for her to turn into a mindless doll. She would remember the pain she caused. She would remember why she was now in this situation in the first place. The fight had left her body but her humiliation of being babied was the greatest of all. It was morning when he walked into her nursery. The walls were painted a cheery yellow and the crib was situated in the center of the room, a mobile hung down from up above. His toes curled into the white rug that covered the wooden floor and pressed the red button on the music player situated on the bureau by the door, turning off the hazy noise. Hypnosis. That’s what the sound was. Adrian was able to keep his head on straight because it was set to a different frequency for the littles that he couldn’t hear. But he saw what it did to his little baby. He admired her for a moment, watching the way her pink paci bobbed up and down in her mouth. A pink knitted hat covered her now bald head and thin, almost hairless eyebrows furrowed together, the tranquility from the tapes suddenly gone. The hospital had already cut her hair short into the curly style most parents loved but that wasn't enough. He remembered the way she sobbed when they brought her to the hairstylist and the woman removed the rest of her dark curls. Her hair was her pride and joy, the one thing she cherished. Now it was gone and never coming back. Abby sucked now, more urgently, still asleep. She looked so small and swaddled in her little pink blanky one would forget that she was a fully grown adult. The peaceful expression, only there when asleep, faded from her face as her eyes fluttered open, reality quickly setting in. “Oh, my little one had a nice sleep, didn’t she?” he kept his voice calm, never raising it. He knew it annoyed her to no end, never being able to get her desired reaction out of him. A tiny flicker of anger flashed through her brown eyes as she wriggled around, unable to escape the blanket. Her arms were folded together and legs were brought up to her chest. She was only released a few times a day. They didn’t want her to get any ideas that she was a big girl and little babies needed to be protected. They needed to be held. Plus, Abby absolutely hated being confined so this was a punishment all in itself. “Let’s see what present you left for daddy!” he exclaimed in a babyish voice lifting her with ease from the crib. Ever since he got the shot, he was able to lift her and Emmy with no problem. Nothing was too heavy. At first, Adrian was doubtful that such medicine could work but it did. There was still so much to learn about Henderson and stuff he’d never know. Placing her on the changing table below the window, he undid the blanket, allowing her limbs free for once. She didn’t need restraints, Abby knew not to fight back. “Oh, you sure did make a stinky for daddy!” he smirked, untapping and opening the newborn diaper. He’d expanded the padding to the thickest setting, ballooning out so big that it reached her knees, leaving her unable to do anything else but lay there. He couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable it must have been to wear while being tightly restrained, but it was just the price she had to pay. All over was coated in a pasty runny brown mixed in with yellow. Her nighttime feedings always helped her go poo and she didn’t even remember it. Her cheeks blushed scarlet, staring up at the ceiling covered with stick-on stars as he continued to talk down to her, wiping her bum with a wet wipe. “Since you’ve been such a good girl by using your diapee, daddy has a little treat for you.” She jerked her head side to side, silently pleading with him, knowing that this treat was no treat. Adrian only smiled and said, “don’t worry sweetie. First, it’s time for your morning spankys. You know you’re a bad girl, that’s why daddy and mommy have to teach you. I know you’re too little to understand but we’re helping you, Abby.” An expression of fear quickly washed over her tan face, the anger having been replaced. Adrian felt it was only fair that Abby experienced some of what she did to Willa. It had become sort of a daily ritual, one which she would never get used to. Bringing her to the rocking chair, situated in the corner of the room, he sat down, laying her over his lap, buck naked. With her bruised bum stuck up in the air in the perfect position, already she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I haven’t even started yet, baby!” he laughed mockingly. “You’re being a silly girl today, aren’t you?” She didn’t find that very funny and with no warning, his hand came down hard on her soft skin. Abby screeched from behind her paci, uncontrollably sobbing. Generously, in the mornings it was only twenty swats five but she wouldn’t get soothing cream until after her nighttime spankys. Downstairs, he heard the music on Emmy’s morning cartoons turn up in volume. It wouldn’t do any good for her to hear her baby sister crying. Emmy knew Abby was a very bad girl but she was still her baby sister and couldn’t help but love her. Smack after smack, the fight slowly lessened from her body as she quickly tired out. Babies didn’t have a lot of energy, especially newborns. Urgently, the pacifier moved between her lips, distressed. Although the tension didn’t disappear from her body as she was carried back to the changing table and placed on her chubby little tummy. Adrian supposed he had become a bit of a sadist, admiring her fiery red bottom. He pressed lightly on one of her cheeks causing the girl to jerk away from his touch. “All little babies get treats.” Adrian gently explained as her chest rose up and down, purposefully interpreting her anxiety for excitement. Opening the bottom drawer of the changing table, he removed three large wax bullet shaped suppositories from the package and slipped on a pair of gloves. He separated her butt cheeks enough that he could reach her hole. A lot of progress had been made since Abby was first adopted. Her once little hole had expanded greatly in the past months and could now take up to three suppositories at a time. Sunnyside Hospital only used enemas but he and Christina preferred this. Although she was incontinent and would be so the rest of her life, his little girl always had to be reminded that little babies like her used their diapees. Trying to hold back was a no-no. Plus, she was too old take the laxatives like Emmy. Abby only fed from her mommy. A guttural cry sounded from the tiny girl and weakly wiggled around, her limbs now felt like jelly. He pushed each object further down until her sphincter had swallowed up the medicine. “My baby is too little to understand that her treat is good.” he sighed and got another (greatly detested) newborn diaper. “You’ll get more treats later and I know that your big sister would love to help!” His lips curved up into a cruel smile as a pitiful whine escaped her lips and collapsed against the padded surface. ooOoo Swaddled once again, he cradled her in his arms as they headed downstairs. Not often was Abby dressed in clothing other than her diaper. It was just too inconvenient. Her face was twisted into one of pain as the padding chafed against her sore bottom and he bounced her in his arms, only making it worse. Following the noise to the living room, he found Emmy sitting in her usual spot on the rug in a pink puffy princess dress, her brown stained diaper on full display. With her plastic tiara slightly tilted on her head and wild fiery curls cascading down her back, she sat with her legs crossed in front of the television, transfixed with the Cinderella movie. “Was Abby being a little brat this morning?” a voice said from behind. He turned around at the doorway to find Christina. His fiancee… hopefully soon. They pecked a little kiss on the lips and as usual, handed the adult baby off to her. “She’s just being cranky like she always is.” They shared an amused look. “Well, I’m sure mommy’s milk will fill her right up!” she tweaked her nose, patting her bottom as she became increasingly squirmy, the suppositories doing their magic. Babies were supposed to mess themselves a lot and if the medicine didn’t do the trick then the milk would. His girlfriend already had a burp cloth thrown over her shoulder. Her blonde hair was tied up a messy bun with a few loose strands in her face. She looked beautiful, even in a stained shirt. He raised an eyebrow. “Emmy did not want her peaches today and decided to throw them.” she huffed. “I got a big glob on my shirt and Emmy’s little tush was spanked.” The only time she wasn’t their sweet girl was in the morning because the little one did not like to wake up. This now explained the diaper. Good little girls did not throw food but if Emmy wanted to act like a baby then she’d be treated like one. “Daa’y?” Emmy’s little voice sounded. He still was getting used to her calling him that. Adrian knew how much it meant to Christina. The little girl had heard them talking and turned around, her show forgotten about. Crawling across the room, paci bouncing between her lips, she stopped in front of them. Sitting back on her knees the diaper crinkled and she frowned. Her eyes were slightly red and immediately raised her arms wanting to be picked up like usual. “Nuh-no.” Adrian shook his head. “Was Emmy a naughty girl this morning?” She hung her head, cheeks blushing pink. “ I— I fwew peaches a-an’ n-no wisten to mommy. I sowwy daddy. I a goo’ giwl!” “Good girls don’t throw food. Good girls listen to mommy. Are you a bad girl like your baby sister?” Her eyes widened and immediately shook her head. “No! Emmy goo’!” He frowned, kneeling down in front of her. “A good girl wouldn’t be wearing a diapee like a little baby. A good girl wouldn’t be going poo in her diapee.” Emmy had nothing to say back to that and glared at her little sister but her tummy grumbled. Turning back to them her doe eyes widened in desperation. “Are you hungry for your nummies now?” asked Christina. She nodded her head. “Use your words, Emmy.” “Yesh, pwease!” she whined. “Peaches!” “Only good little girls get peaches,” Christina scolded her. “Bad girls get prunes.” If there was anything Emmy hated most in the world, it was prunes. They had two very pouty girls this morning. ooOoo “We haven't forgotten about you, sweetie!" Christina cooed and said what she knew the girl was hoping. "Let's get you your nummies,” Abby's face paled as they moved to the couch, a high whine escaping from her throat. Christina ignored her as she unbuttoned her shirt and a large pale breast popped out. Nudging the pacifier out of the girl’s mouth, her eyes glazed over and any fight she had slowly faded. Saliva dripped from her toothless mouth and just teasing her nipple against her lips, Abby latched on, her jaw working to get every last drop. That was the hypnosis working. Good babies sucked their mommies milk. They didn’t need grown up food. It was always afterward when the milky haze faded away that Abby cried. She couldn’t understand why she loved the milk and couldn’t stop herself from being sucked in. Christina smiled as the girl slowed in feeding, face tinting pink as a massive brown load came out her back end. Her bum now warm against Christina’s hand, pressed through the blanket, spreading the poop everywhere, knowing Abby would pitch a fit when she realized what happened. Her stomach still gurgled and she knew there was more to come. The baby was only half way done with her breakfast. Breastfeeding with Abby didn’t hurt nearly as much as Emmy because they’d removed all her little teethies. It wasn’t the original plan but after several biting instances in the beginning, they didn’t want to take any more chances. It was common though for parents with adult-babies to remove their teeth. After all they were just newborns and had no need for them. They couldn’t have any ideas getting into their heads. They stayed in that position on the couch for almost an hour and after firmly patted her on the back until several loud burps sounded. Abby was not very pleased and instead of changing the girl right away, they let her stir in the dirty diaper for a while, watching as the anger flitted across her face before it changed to mortification. Emmy was back in the living room sitting in a playpen that they only brought out for punishments. Abby was beside her laying on her tummy. She was allowed to be unswaddled for tummy time because it was a very important part of the day. Whatever Emmy was mad at Abby about earlier had been forgiven and now was trying to play with her. “Sissy haf to pway!” the older girl exclaimed. “You ge’ baby dowl cuz you a baby and I ge’ pwincess dowl!” She placed a baby doll dressed in a diaper just like Abby in front of her. The doll made fake poop and pee and Emmy loved to remind Abby how they were the same. Though, Adrian had to remind her that Abby was too little to play with such big girl toys. All she could do was lay on her stomach, the newborn diaper too thick for her to really move. Abby had gotten to be a big girl. Rolls of fat lined her legs and arms and a pool of baby fat had formed around her tummy which Christina just loved to squeeze, reminding the girl how far she had really fallen. “B-bu’ I teach A’bby to be goo’ giwl!” The two adults smiled at her adorableness. Having deemed it her role, Emmy was in a constant mission to teach Abby to be a good baby since she was so bad. But what the young girl didn't know was that Abby would never learn. This was revenge. A revenge that would last a very long time. “Your sister appreciates it very much,” he smiled. “You’re the best big sister. You know that?” Abby would highly disagree by the furious look on her face as she was forced to lay there in a messy diaper but her opinions didn’t matter. She was just a little baby who didn’t know any better. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, it means so much to me! I’ve been writing like all day so here’s another chapter! I really love reviews and look forward to those who do! I’ve decided to do one more chapter and Willa will be in it! I also hope some people’s questions were answered in this chapter and if not let me know. Also for the next story, I’m trying to decide who to write about. IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY, PLEASE COMMENT IF YOU’D RATHER READ ABOUT EMMY’S LIFE OR LULU’S? (I’m eventually going to write about all the characters). I should update again soon so keep a lookout!

Thank you for your review, I really appreciate it! Whoever I write a story about first, the other person will be second so you'll get to read about both of of them eventually. Also, definitely I'll give a review of Lulu. I agree it's been a while. Also thank you for your input. I've never come out and said why all this stuff happens in Henderson because I want to leave it up to the readers to decide and let your imagination run wild! I was having the Amazon dimension a little in mind when writing about it but eventually decided just not to incorporate that in the story at all. I also agree with your second point. They've only legalized ageplay to within the actual communities because there's a lot of stuff that the public can't know about and that they don't want to get out.

Thank you! Do you have a preference if you'd rather read about Lulu or Emmy next?

Thank you for your review and input! When I first started planning it I had this whole no aging thing in my head and other plot but it was never huge essential part of the story so I didn’t mention it until now, briefly. Also, I’ve been dying to write about Lulu and she definitely deserves a story!! Thank you for your review and input! There was a lot of stuff that I wanted to include in the first two stories but felt there wasn’t enough room so I did this prequel. You’ll also find out in the next chapter why Adrian chose not to stay with his sister. As for Abby, he has a lot anger towards her and frustrations that aren’t likely to go away. I’ll go more into it in the next chapter (but for him it’s not a short term thing). And I appreciate your honesty! The whole aging thing and some other stuff I thought of when I was first started planning the story. It wasn’t really essential so I only mentioned it this once, feeling no need to talk about it before. As for Lulu, I definitely have a lot planned for her! I’ve been thinking of writing a story about her for a while!

Chapter 8: The attorney’s name was Michael Langford, supposedly the best of the best. He’d never lost a case and according to him, Abby had broken about a dozen laws. He and Christina sat in his office in Henderson but his mind was only on his sister who was home alone. She’d been having nightmares every night, waking up screaming. She barely ate and the only times she came out of her room was when forced. He thought that she would get better now that Abby was gone but it’s only gotten worse. Adrian was at his wits end. “I have no doubt that she’ll be found guilty and then there would be several scenarios that could happen.” the grey haired man said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “One: she’s sent to jail. The major crimes she committed are failing to register a little in Henderson, failing to complete necessary training to take care of a little, participating in ageplay activities outside of Henderson and improper care of a little leading to physical and emotional distress. Each crime holds a max sentence of ten years.” “What are the others?” he asked as Christina took notes. The lawyer leaned back in the chair, resting his hand on his big beer belly and said, “the second scenario is that she’s forcibly regressed to a newborn. With criminals, they’re regressed to the youngest and slowly allowed to age up. If you wanted, you could take custody of her and become her daddy and you’d then have free reign to do what you please. That’s the option most people go with.” “And the third?” Christina spoke up. “A baby slave. They are often used to be tested on different things like clothing, medicines and more. They’re used in universities, stores, and teaching hospitals. Hopeful parents and medical professionals are able to practice on them.” he sighed. “Though, once she is found guilty, the judge will most likely give you those options and you get to decide what you want to do. In the rare case that a person decides nothing then the judge will determine the criminal’s fate.” She gripped his hand under the table, squeezing gently. Before Adrian thought that he never wanted to see Abby again. He would've been better off with her out of his life but over the past week he began to feel something he’d never felt before. The need for revenge. He couldn’t just let her get away with what she did to Willa. But wasn’t he equally guilty? He was condemning his sister to the same fate. How could he be sure that she wouldn’t suffer? He couldn’t. But he trusted Christina. He loved her and Emmy and couldn’t imagine being away from them. Perhaps, he could still see Willa from afar every once in a while. She wouldn’t know who he was but as long as he made sure she was safe, it was worth it. “Do you know where she is staying now?” the lawyer asked. “The Seattle Hotel, only a few miles away. She’s in room 403.” Langford took note of that and said, “Henderson police can have her by tonight and tomorrow everything should be set. Does that work for you?” Adrian may have tuned out the rest of the conversation, his mind solely focused on what Abby’s reaction would be tomorrow when she saw him for the first time. Now he and Christina stood outside his car, keys in hand. “Do you wanna come get Emmy at daycare with me? I gave Lily the day off and I know she’d be excited to see you.” “Willa’s been alone for too long. I have to get back before something happens.” Christina nodded her head, understandingly. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow for the court hearing. Langford seemed pretty confident that things would work in our favor.” ooOoo It had been less than an hour since he got home and his sister was having a mental breakdown. “I can’t do this anymore.” her voice was just above a whisper. Her face was tucked into the corner of his shoulder and tears wet his shirt. He held her as tight as he could, promising never to let go as she bared her soul to him. He was being selfish by keeping her. Every day he was reminded by his partner that it was time to hand her over. Willa only got worse as the days went by and there was barely a resemblance of her old self. Lord forgive me. He quickly prayed, wracked with guilt over what he was about to do. “I-” he paused. “I think you should go to therapy.” His sister sat up just a little bit, eyebrows formed into a v as she began to shake her head, adamant. “N-no.” she pleaded with him, eyes desperate. “I don’t need to go to a therapist. I’m not like that-- I’m, I'm fine!” “You’re fine?” he echoed in disbelief. “You’re dying, Wills. You can’t convince me otherwise even Christina has noticed-” “I don’t care!” she growled and pushed him away. “You’re treating me like I’m just some inconsolable child! I’m eighteen, Adrian-” “Well then start acting like it!” he lost his temper. “I’m not always going to be here for you to cry on my shoulder. I have a job, I have a life! You’re never going to get better if you don’t accept a little help.” He watched, helplessly as she hugged herself tight and skinny legs trembled. He could do nothing but stand there, the pain obvious in her eyes. Glancing down he blushed, noticing the wet spot between her legs. She didn’t want to go to the hospital, too embarrassed to even leave the house so there wasn’t much he could do to help her with that. Willa tended to stick to her room and sat in the dark. The light hurt her eyes so she always kept the shades closed. “Will you please do this for me?” he softly asked. “I- I promise that after we can come home and order pizza and watch Dumbo. Doesn’t that sound nice?” “Promise?” “Yes.” he sighed, unable to meet her eyes. She changed her clothes out of the sweats and they drove to the medical center. He went the short way, neither spoke in the car. The radio being the only noise, Willa leaned her head against the window and eyes fluttered shut as she huddled up in a ball. But the silence didn’t last long because ten minutes later they stopped in front of the smaller building. His heart thudded against his chest as Willa sat up, glancing out the window. “This is the place?” she asked. He nodded his head. “Just go through those doors and give your name to the receptionist. She’ll know what to do next.” “This really isn’t necessary.” she grumbled and frowned, “you’ll be back after, right?” “You’re going to be late. You don’t need to worry.” he ignored her question. She grumbled something under her breath and opened the door, slamming it roughly shut behind her. “I love you too!” He rolled down the window and yelled but she didn’t turn around and continued to angrily stomp forward. ooOoo “Oh, I’m sorry!” he exclaimed, startled, immediately turning around having just walked in on Christina… breastfeeding the young girl. “The door was open and I just walked in!” “You can turn around. This is nothing to hide.” he heard the smirk in her voice. He did as she said, eyes wide as he stared at Emmy laid across her lap on the couch, aggressively drinking from her breast. Her eyes were closed and hands cupped around her boob. Christina supported her head and neck and the other hand rested on her padded bottom. “Sit down. You seem upset.” she gestured toward the cushion beside her. “Y-yes,” he stammered, walking forward in the living room, looking everywhere but at her breasts. “I, um, I brought Willa to the medical center. She’s gone.” “It was the right thing to do.” “I know.” he mumbled. “But it doesn’t feel right.” She nodded her head, continuing to bounce Emmy. The girl whined and was pulled back from her sore nipple, the milk having run out. Christina shushed her, quickly switching to her other and the little immediately calmed as she stuffed her face with the boob, suckling from her nipple. “Nursing is her favorite time. Nothing can distract her.” his partner ran a finger along her chubby cheek. “Your sister will probably be suckling from her own mommy soon. Studies have shown that it brings the little’s a sense of calm and peace.” He grimaced, not wanting to think about Willa breastfeeding. “Do you want to breastfeed Abby to once we get her?” They were going to move in together. Emmy already viewed him as her daddy and Christina and him… well they were in love. Abby would be the last step to completing their little family. “Oh, she’ll hate it but that’s the beauty in it.” her voice turned cold. “The hospital can regress her but not take away her adult mind. She’ll be fully aware of everything and unable to fight back.” He watched as she pulled Emmy from her swollen breast and positioned her over her shoulder, a cloth already in place. The young girl, still in her fuzzy pink pajamas decorated with flowers, straddled her lap. Firmly, Christina patted her back and she let out a loud burp, spit up dribbled from her mouth. She fidgeted, eyes sleepy as his partner wiped her mouth with the corner of the cloth and rubbed her back in soothing circles. “Give me a moment to put her down for a nap and then we can talk more in the kitchen.” she whispered as the little’s eyes closed. “Wait no,” he stood up as she did and held out his arms. “Let me do it. I’ve got to learn some way, how to take care of littles.” She didn’t hesitate and handed the already sleepy girl over to him. Unconsciously, her legs wrapped around his waist and she snuggled her head into the crook of his neck. The girl smelt like… vanilla and skin was as soft and delicate as a baby’s bottom. “I can show you everything that you need to do,” she said. “Emmy’s already sleepy so it won’t be too hard.” ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, it means so much to me! I apologize for this chapter being shorter but I really wanted to update. The next chapter may be the last or I may go to ten just FYI. I really love reviews and look forward to those who do! Also for the next story, I’m trying to decide who to write about. PLEASE COMMENT IF YOU’D RATHER READ ABOUT EMMY’S LIFE OR LULU’S? (I’m eventually going to write about all the characters). I should update again soon so keep a lookout!

Thank you! Thank you! Yes, Christina genuinely cares about her and you will be seeing much more of Abby, perhaps in a later story centered all around her. I should update again soon! Thank you for reviewing! Abby won't be getting away with anything that's for sure, Adrian won't allow it.

Chapter 7: Adrian hadn’t been quite sure what he expected to find when he got home but it wasn’t this. With Christina hot on his heels, they’d rushed up the three flights of stairs, bursting through the unlocked door. His girlfriend’s purse was thrown on the couch and the light was on in the bathroom, the door cracked open. “Willa?” he called out. There were soft sniffles and a whimper. He knocked on the door, refraining himself from just bursting through. “Willa? Are you alright-” He raised his hand to knock but the door swung open and there stood his girlfriend. His nose wrinkled as a sour smell wafted out from the room. Her face blushed pink and eyes narrowed as she noticed Christian behind him. “I-I didn’t know you’d be back so soon,” she paused. “And you brought company.” “We need to talk.” he hissed, grabbing onto her wrist. “You have a lot of explaining to do-” She yanked her hand away and began to explain, “Well, as you can see I’m in the middle of something. Your sister is sick and I’m helping her-” “Christina can help her.” he cut her off, his voice icy cold. She flinched, her eyes flashing dark as his partner’s name was brought up and focused her glare on Christina. “So you’re just bringing random girls home now? Is this where you’ve been every night? I’m not stupid Adrian.” A sob sounded from the bathroom and they grew even more anxious. “I know what you’re doing to her-” “She’s not feeling well!” she scoffed. “I doubt that she’d appreciate it if you just barged into the bathroom on her!” Abby slammed the door shut behind her, in his face now, and Adrian was tired of playing nice. Dragging her towards the front door he turned around and said to Christina, “help my sister. I don’t know when we’ll be back.” He trusted Christina, more so than Abby and knew she would be in safe hands with his partner otherwise he wouldn’t have left them alone. He didn’t let go until they were in his car and the doors were locked. Tears streamed down her cheeks, screaming bloody murder as they drove away from the apartment. He needed to get her away. He needed to be away. Willa did not need to witness this. “Adrian, where are we going?” she finally took a breath. “I’m sorry for whatever you think I did but I didn’t do anything! That girl has filled your head with lies, you can’t trust her with Willa!” He rolled his eyes, stepping on the pedal just a little harder as they zipped down the old country road. “You’ve been giving her those pills making her incontinent! She has to wear fucking pullups full time now and she’s even more afraid of her own shadow. I trusted you with her! I loved you, Abby!” Her face had twisted into one of rage when she heard, loved. He used to love her. But not anymore. “She had nobody but me,” her voice trembled. “I was- am helping her. She needs someone to take care of her and you're at your job all the time and the only person is me! I love her, Adrian more so than you ever will!” His hands tightened around the wheel and a red haze covered his eyes. Now that was a load of bull. “So drugging her is your idea of love?” “You’ll never understand,” her jaw clenched. “I’m the one who got you this job. I reached out to Jasmine Wong and gave her your name. I was hoping that you’d come to your senses and see things my way. Willa is meant to be my little, ever since I first met you all those years ago, I knew she was the one-” He slammed on the brakes, jolting them both forward, and pulled over off the road. “Y-you did what?” his mouth was agape, eyes wide. “I did it for us!” she pleaded with him. “Willa, she was so small, so hurt. From the moment I saw her, I couldn’t stay away. I love her. I need her-” “Did you ever love me?” he asked, disgusted. “Or was it always about my sister?” He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to feel the hurt. “I grew to love you. I can’t imagine being without you, without either of you-” “We’re done.” She went silent, her heart dropping to the bottom of her stomach. “I’ll ship you all of your stuff wherever you end up but under no circumstances are you to come near Willa again. Are we clear?” ooOoo “Willa?” her voice was soft. “Can I come in? My name is Christina, I’m a friend of your brother’s.” “N-no,” she pleaded in obvious embarrassment. “Please!” Christina frowned, her mommy instincts taking over. She wished that she could just rush in and help the girl. Just from hearing her voice it was obvious that she was a little. Everything about her reminded her of Emmy. The girl had been hurt too many times, how could she manage in such a big world? “You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” she tried again. “I’ve dealt with these sorts of things before. Can you trust me?” “It smells,” whimpered Willa. “I’m messy and it won’t stop coming out!” “I don’t care.” her response was immediate, thinking of the millions of diapers she’d changed. “I want to help you. I know that your brother’s girlfriend wasn’t very nice but I promise I’m not like her. I only want to help.” The girl was silent and Christina waited anxiously, desperate to hear her voice again. A minute passed and she began to give up hope when the scared voice sounded again. “I’m sorry.” was all she said. “Sweetheart?” “I-I'm sorry, it’s gross.” she said. “You can come in.” Relief flooded her body and she didn’t waste another minute. Stepping into the small bathroom she was met by the site of a tiny disheveled looking girl. Tear stains marked her caramel cheeks and she looked down at the ground, ashamed. She groaned and began to cry again, as a rush of something streaming into the toilet was heard. She smelt it a moment later. “Has this been going on for a while?” the older girl kneeled down in front of her. She gave a small nod. “I-it’s punishment. I-i was bad and Abby gave me a big bottle that made my stomach hurt an-and now everything i-is c-c-coming out!” her chest rose up and down as she began to suck on her fingers and other hand clutched her abdomen. “Well, Abby isn’t going to hurt you anymore,” Christina explained as she gently pulled her fingers from her mouth. She grimaced, wishing she could just give her a paci. The young girls’ head perked up, confusion shown in her dark eyes. “Abby isn’t coming back. Your brother knows what she did.” She cupped her cheek with her hand before Willa could flinch back and wiped away a tear with her thumb. “Will you let me help you, hmm?” ooOoo Her touch was soft. Her voice was soft. She was nothing like Abby and if her brother trusted her then why shouldn’t she? But no. Adrian trusted Abby before. She trusted Abby. Willa didn’t know what to do. Her stomach gurgled as a continuous stream of diarrhea flooded the toilet. Abby had filled her bottle with yucky medicine and forced her to hold it in until she got home. Everything was her fault. She was in pain because of her- “I know baby,” Christina’s voice broke through her haze. “It doesn’t feel good. I’ve got a little girl at home. Her name is Emmy.” “Emmy?” “Yes, Emmy. She’s only two years old.” Willa knew what she was trying to do. Christina was trying to distract her and as much as it annoyed her, it was working. Her cries had quieted. “Wha-what is she like?” Willa breathed as her stomach churned. Christina put her thinking face on, tapping her chin and Willa cracked a small smile. “Well, she is a very rambunctious girl. Emmy constantly has to be on the move and she’s possibly the most smiley girl there is. Her favorite show is Dora and loves the color pink. What’s your favorite color?” Willa thought for a moment before saying, “yellow. I like yellow.” Christina gasped in fake surprise. “Yellow?” she exclaimed. “Now that is a very pretty color especially on such a pretty girl!” The young girl’s face pinkened and looked down at her hands, wringing them in circles. Christina was nice. She wasn’t as afraid. The sounds and movement in her stomach had stopped and Willa slouched on the toilet, too exhausted to cover up her naked body. However, Christina didn’t seem to care and mentioned nothing of it. “Is your tummy better?” she spoke to her like you’d do a little kid but Willa found herself not caring. She just wanted to sleep. “Y-yes,” yawned Willa and with fisted hands she rubbed her heavy eyes. "Then why don’t we get you cleaned up and afterwards you can take a nap. You’ll feel much better afterward, I promise you.” Willa could hardly voice her objection and with a small nod agreed. Christina wouldn’t hurt her, she told herself. Christina was good. ooOoo The door opened two hours later. Adrian threw his keys on the table and collapsed on the couch, his head dropping into his hands. “Hey.” He looked up to find his partner with a tired smile on her face. She sat down beside him, the cushion dipping down around her. His eyes were bloodshot, red and puffy. He hated Abby, absolutely hated her, but still cried. It made no sense. “Abby knew all along,” his voice was thick. “She got me the job with you. She’s been obsessed with Willa since I met her and wanted my sister to be her little. Apparently she can’t have kids of her own and thought that Willa would be a good substitute. I was supposed to go along with her plan. She thought that I’d be more understanding with the job.” His partner was silent and placed her hand over his. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know that this isn’t what you wanted to happen.” He shook his head, laughing. “I'm such an idiot! How could I not have seen?” The reason he loved her so much was because of how good she was with his sister. Not many people would’ve been able to handle all of her problems. “You know in Henderson there are laws against this type of stuff. You can only have a little within the community and they have to be registered. Adrian, you could bring this to the courts, argue the emotional and physical damage she caused your sister. Do you want her to pay?” Did he want her to pay? Of course he did. He wanted her to suffer the way she made his sister suffer. There was no question about that. “I-” he sighed. “I just don’t want Willa to get anymore dragged into this. What if they decide to take her?” His partner’s voice was just above a whisper. “Would that be so awful?” He looked up at her, eyes ablaze. Was the entire world against him? “Do you really think that your sister can get a job? Go to university? Have a boyfriend?” Christina rushed to explain. “The girl is afraid of her own shadow, has basically been rendered incontinent, and the fear in her eyes is constant. It would be torture to force her to leave your apartment-” “I would never make her leave!” “Well, you can’t take care of her forever!” she hissed back. “Be quiet, I just put her down for a nap.” He faltered, glancing toward her room. “The pullups aren’t enough,” she whispered. “She’s gonna have to start wearing diapers if she doesn’t want to constantly leak and I doubt you or her wants to be changing diapers.” Frustratingly so, she was right and he hated that she was. “You know how happy Emmy is, how the others are. She has no care in the world and is constantly taken care of. She can live out her childish dreams and will stay young forever. Don’t you want that for your sister?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Everyone dies. What will you do when Emmy grows old? When you grow old and can no longer care for her?” His partner chuckled, eyes shining bright. “She won’t die and neither will I at least for thousands of years. In Henderson, you don’t age. No one does.” He opened his mouth only for nothing to come out. He was skeptical, unbelieving, for obvious reasons. “Anything is possible in Henderson.” she said the words he’d heard thousands of times. “Now let me ask you again. Do you want your sister to be happy? To be taken care of?” Yes. he thought. Yes, he did. He didn’t need to speak the words for her to understand. However, first they needed to focus on his ex-girlfriend. She wouldn’t get away with what she did. ooOoo A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing, it means so much to me! I promise that I should update again soon so keep a lookout!

Thank you! Christina is a good person (well as good as you can get in this circumstance) and defiantly does play a huge part in Willa's life. As for Adrian, you'll find out more about him soon! Thank you! I'll update again soon! Thank you! I'm currently writing the next chapter and it should be up soon! It's been a little tough writing the prequel but I hope it's answering people's questions from before. I had an idea of what I wanted to do and then I started writing and everything completely changed!