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Author's Note: This is the first ever AB story I've decided to share publicly. I'm still rather new to this, so there may be a few rough edges. I'm open to feedback. Still, I hope that people enjoy the story; I tried to make a good blend of sadism and nurturing care. If anyone comments on this, I'll write another chapter and try to make it more nurturing, flesh out the characters a bit more, etc. I also made the character non binary and androgynous, so that more people might be able to identify with them. Also, the characters in this story are all biologically adults, don't worry. Now, without further ado, please enjoy the story. The moment I enter the gaming room, I smell them. It’s an ungodly smell of mud, dirty armpits and unwashed ass. It makes me want to gag, and I subtly head to the bathroom to run them a bath. Considering how much they hate baths, I’m half expecting a grade A meltdown…but the dumb idiot doesn’t seem to notice at all. They’re too busy gaming. What a fucking dumbass They are. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that they’re 20 years old and a grown adult. “Your bath’s ready, swamp ass,” I tell them 10 minutes later. I’ve dumped a fucking half bottle of strawberry bubble bath into the tub, and I pray to God that it’s strong enough to de-funkify Their smelly, rancid ass. With my luck, though, it probably won’t be. They look up in alarm and say ‘A…A bath?” Their eyes are darting around wildly and They’re clearly quite panicked. "Yeah, a bath," I snap. "Don't act so shocked. Your stench is making my eyes water; you need to get cleaned.." They clutch the controller tighter, knuckles whitening. "I don't... I don't need one." I roll my eyes so hard I nearly gave myself a headache. Every fucking time with this shit. I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe, fixing them with my best 'don't-test-me' glare. "Listen, I didn't waste half a bottle of expensive bubble bath for nothing. You smell like literal shit, and it’s pissing me off. Get your ass in that tub before I drag you there myself." I take a step closer towards them, to show them that I mean business. They gulp, and stand up nervously. “OK. I, I’ll go take a bath,” They say before heading upstairs to the bathroom. Naturally, I follow them; I don’t trust Them to bathe properly without me, even if They are a grown adult. And someone needs to wash their ass; I can smell it even through Their sweatpants. Yuck. The bath is filled to the brim, and foamy water spills forth from it. The water smells of strawberries, a sharp, cleansing smell. They frown as They look at it. “Did you have to use all this stuff?” They whine. God damnit, I hate how they act like a toddler sometimes “Yes,” I reply. “Now get undressed and get in the fucking tub before I spank you.” It’s an empty threat, obviously - I couldn’t bear to spank someone as dirty as They are - but They’re too stupid to realize that. It’s why I keep using it, because it never fails to convince Them. Trembling, They quickly undress, pulling off Their shirt, bra and Their sweatpants. Even from a distance, Their underwear looks grimy and gross. “Undies as well,” I say, with an impatient hand gesture to boot. “Chop chop.” They obey, of course. They’re too scared of me not to obey, and I love it. It may have taken me months of conditioning them through bribes, psychological torment (and even an occasional bout of hypnosis) but they’ve become completely submissive. I’ve even been able to mold Their personality slightly, making them less unsavory and annoying to be around. Unfortunately, though, I haven’t been able to fix Their lack of personal hygiene. As soon as Their underwear gets taken off, I march over to them and shove them into the tub. It usually takes them forever to get in on their own, you see, and I can’t risk having the smell of Their dirty ass stink up the bathroom. Gasping, they pop up from under the bubbles and glare at me. “What was that for?” they ask, rubbing their back. “You hurt me!” I roll my eyes, but I don’t bother to give them any kind of reply. As if I care about their feelings. All I care about is getting them clean, no matter how much it upsets them. I take the loofah from the side of the tub and squirt a generous amount of body wash onto it. The smell of artificial strawberries intensifies, almost masking Their stench. Almost. "Arms up," I command. They hesitate, hugging Their knees to Their chest like a child. "I can wash myself." "Right, because you've proven so capable of that before." I grab Their arm and yank it upward, ignoring Their yelp of protest. "The last time I let you bathe yourself, you just sat in the water for twenty minutes and got out. Didn't even touch the soap." Their face flushes red as I scrub Their armpit with unnecessary force. Good. They should be embarrassed. What kind of adult doesn't know how to clean themselves properly? "That hurts," they whimper, as my loofah scrubs Their armpit thoroughly. Truthfully, I am scrubbing with more force than is necessary. But they deserve it for getting this stinky; I refuse to feel any remorse for it. Instead, I just scrub Their armpit even harder, before moving on to the other one. That one, the right one, smells even worse than the previous one did; I make a note to myself to buy them a stronger deodorant. Still, I don’t like them glaring at me with tears in Their eyes. So, to distract them, I start chatting. “Your 3 month anniversary is coming up,” I remind them, as I scrub Their right armpit. I glance down at the bathwater, subtly, and notice that the water around Their butt is getting brown. I’ll have to scrub them quickly, before they dirty up the entire tub. “3 months since I became your court approved guardian. How time flies, eh? Three months ago, you were a felon who was mugging old ladies and shooting up gangbangers. You were living on the street and wiping your ass with newspapers; now you live here with me in my fancy home, with proper meals and toilet paper. Life’s gotten a lot better, hasn’t it?” They nod eagerly, like a puppy. For a moment, my heart warms toward them, before they promptly ruin it by saying “But…maybe you could stop bathing me. T-to celebrate, I mean?” I make a mental note to amp up the conditioning. I want them to be too submissive to stand up to me or make any demands; I won’t abuse them and I will treat them well - but it will be on my terms, not theirs. Still, I’m feeling generous. So, despite their insolence, I decide to give them an answer anyway. “Maybe once you master wiping yourself properly, I’ll consider it,” I tell them nastily. “Or even washing your ass properly.” It takes a lot of effort not to chuckle, as they blush a fiery red in front of me. My sadistic heart never tires of making them squirm. And speaking of squirming… As I remove my loofah from Their armpits, which are now fresh as a daisy, I can see them moving around gingerly in the water. It irritates me, so I snap “What is it now??” I glare at them also, daggers shooting from my eyes. The temperature in the bathroom drops majorly. “The water feels kind of gross,” they reply, staring down at the tub with downcast eyes. A quick glance shows me the reason why. The water isn’t just brown now, it’s really quite mucky. Clearly, Their butt was even more gross than I’d realized; I’m pissed at myself for not realizing it. I should have known something was up when I was able to smell it through Their own sweatpants. I really can be an idiot sometimes - not that I’d ever admit it to them, of course. I nod encouragingly, as I coax them to exit the tub. They stand up eagerly, and exit the water in a jiffy. As the tub drains, I gaze upon Their naked body. They are surprisingly pretty, despite the fact that they were castrated in jail - the result of a messy prison brawl. It should make them seem disfigured, but instead it makes me want to protect them. I lean down and give them a hug, chuckling as my tits poke them in the back and they wince. For a moment or two, we continue embracing as they lean back into my tits. I smile internally, seeing how much they trust me and feel safe with me, despite my occasional cruelty. But, Their smell soon ends our embrace. “What are you doing?” they ask, as I propel them over to the shower. I turn the water on, making it a mix of lukewarm and cold, and spread their cheeks forcibly. As the water blasts the debris away from their asshole, I deign to give them an answer. “Washing your butt, duh. I wasn’t able to do so in the bath, and you stink down there,” They blush, but they don’t say a word to defend themselves. After all, they know that they’re in the wrong. I grab a clean loofah, and squirt a generous amount of showergel onto it. Then, I work up a good lather and get to work on Their white, smelly asscheeks. I scrub vigorously, covering the area in a white, soapy foam that smells of vanilla and strawberries. Eventually, the smell of shit disappears there, and is replaced with the smell of my showergel. Still, I continue to scrub a little longer, until their asscheeks are shiny and sparkling. Next, I scrub at Their ass crack with ruthless efficiency. The grime coming off makes me want to vomit, but I hold it together. This is what I signed up for, after all. At least the shower spray helped wash away most of the filth. Thank goodness for small mercies. “You’re disgusting, you know that?” I ask them, rolling my eyes as I scrub Their asshole. “I’m seriously tempted to start making supervised baths a requirement. I’m sick and tired of sharing my home with a smelly roommate. You may be 20, but you have the hygiene of a fucking five year old.” Their eyes dart at me in a panic, as I finally remove my loofah. “Y-you can’t be serious!” they protest. “Supervised baths!?” “You heard me,” I tell them, as I place my hands on my hips. With a dominant look on my face, I continue, saying: “I’m not going to kick you out, or make you go back on the street again. I promised the courts that I’d keep you safe when I adopted you, and I intend to keep my word. But, that doesn’t mean you get to stink up the place by not wiping yourself or by not washing your armpits properly. So, until you can prove to me that you can wash yourself like an adult, it’s supervised baths for you. Got that, kiddo?” I smile coldly, daring them to argue. Their mouth moves as they struggle to form words, to protest. I can see the veins trembling in their neck, how their body shudders with a nervous tension. But, in the end, Their conditioning and my hypnosis is too strong. They bow Their head down, and nod submissively in agreement. I’ve won. “Good kiddo,” I croon as I hug them again. They bury their face in my breasts for comfort. I allow them a few moments to bury themselves in my bosom and soothe themselves, before I shove them away from me. I then dig into my linen cabinet and toss them a warm, fluffy towel. “Get dressed and then meet me downstairs. I’ll start making you some pizza,” I tell them. “And don’t forget to apply deodorant before coming down there, or I will spank your ass bloody.” I turn my back and exit the bathroom, leaving them to dry off in peace. ******* After dinner, we cuddle up on the couch together and watch a movie. It’s a Disney movie; I don’t want them to see anything that might stir up any violent thoughts. I sniff Their body regularly, and eagerly inhale the strawberry aroma from their skin. They’re wearing pajamas which I bought them, and I can tell they’re sleepy from the bath; they keep nodding off, and then waking up as their head sinks onto my breasts. Suddenly, unprompted, they say: “Thank you.” “For what?” I ask them, taken by surprise. They’ve been kind to me lately, and somewhat gentle, but they’ve never thanked me before. “For taking me in, and- and for bathing me today,” they say hesitantly. “I-I like how you take care of me, even if you can be a bitch.” I’m tempted to scrub Their mouth out with soap for that swear word that they just used. But I’m so touched by what they just said, that I decide to not be a sadist for once. “Glad to do it, kiddo,” I answer them, as I ruffle their hair. “But don’t think you can sweet-talk me out of those supervised baths this way.” To my surprise, this reply gives rise to some serious swearing. Well-well. Normally, it would make me quite angry. Today, however, I decide to try things a bit differently. “Uh-uh-uh,” I warn them, as I raise my finger up menacingly. “You do not swear at Mommy, young un. That warrants a spanking.” And with that, I lift them up from the couch and pull down Their pajama pants. God, I’m glad I scrubbed Their ass thoroughly in the shower just now… After a vigorous spanking, which leaves Their bottom bright red and my hand stinging a bit, I send them off to bed. They do as I command, rubbing Their bottom tenderly. As they head upstairs, I gaze after them and feel a surprising tenderness towards them. They may be a pain in the ass sometimes and a total dork, but I still love them. At the end of the day, they’re my dork, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if they often smell like ass and BO. I turn off the tv and head to my downstairs bedroom, smiling fondly as I think of them, my little non binary felon. I think I’ll enjoy being Their ‘Mommy’. The End.

ABRI Interludes are short one-shot stories involving characters from my main work "Adult Baby Research Institute". Unlike the main work these stories are much lighter in tone, short, slice-of-life style pieces, with lower stakes, slower pace, and softer situations. They focus on characters from the main work, but are intended to stand alone and be accessible to a wider audience. If you like this story, be aware that Adult Baby Research Institute is an ABDL / BDSM / Medfet story that is turned up to 11 and may not be your cup of tea. But it might. Interlude One - Xander Learns a Lesson Dan frowned. He barely got any sleep last night and this was not how he wanted to start his morning. He was knelt over a tub, trying to get an adult baby boy cleaned and ready for his day, but his charge was being a real pain in the ass. He was "bratting out" hard. Dans knees hurt, his ass hurt from the weekend and he needed a cup of coffee. This was not what he signed up for, nor his charge. Another splash of water from the tub hit him in the face. He could see Xander looking back at him with a mischievous shit eating grin. "THAT'S..." Dan started to raise his voice, before he felt a hand on his shoulder. "That's enough Xander. I think maybe it's time I took over." Christine said with a smile, helping Dan up to standing. "I..." Dan started to stammer. "I know, you're really off balance and it's hard to focus. That happens on everyone's first weekend at the institute. I've watched you try to feed this little one earlier and he has been nothing but trouble. We look out for each other here. Why don't you leave little Xander to me and you go downstairs to the cafe to get a cup of coffee. There is a new cute little barista there, and he is dressed in the cutest, pinkest little maid outfit. He would love to serve you." "Really? It's no problem?" "None at all, I've read Xander's profile. 'No spanking, no impact play, no nipple torture, nothing hurty'. That's okay, I think maybe Xander learns how we handle brats at the Institute". "Wait a minute..." Xander started. Christine saw Dan waver a little. Dan didn't want anyone to inflict anything on his little one! "You remember training right? Some little ones really do need the boundaries and discipline. They brat and act out because they are afraid of admitting that's what they really want. That's part of our job—my job—is to give them the safe space to explore that. Your job Dan, is to go relax, and let that little cat-boi serve you coffee. Maybe write in your journal about your experience last weekend so you can properly process it. I need you on your A-game, so that you can put little Xander here back together when I'm done breaking him to pieces." Xander, sitting in the tub turned white at the "breaking him to pieces" metaphor. At least, he hoped it was a metaphor. "You're right, thanks Christine. Okay Xander, I'll be back in a little while." "But wait a second, you can't do that!" Xander whined. "Can and will." Christine said "'Only punishment when strictly necessary' was the box you checked on your intake form. And I think this counts as necessary. You've been bratting out hard since you woke up this morning. I think it's only fair to Dan, and to you, that you get to experience the punishment and boundaries you clearly desire." Xander sat in the tub. It was true. He was bratting out hard. He wasn't really sure why even. He remembered ticking off the "I'll be a perfectly behaved baby" box in his intake form. But there was something about watching that one baby boy get chastised and spanked with a ruler that made him feel really funny. He hated watching it, but he was deeply fascinated at the same time. It was impossible to identify that feeling he had inside. Dan leaned over and kissed Xander on the forehead. "I won't be long. You be a good little boy for Christine." "He'll be the sweetest little thing when you return!" Dan walked away, and Xander turned so white he was pale. Christine just chuckled. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, sent a text, and turned her attention back to Xander. "We're going to learn a lot of things together little guy." She coo'ed while pulling him out of the big tub and leading him over to a small chair in the corner. "Sit." The command was fierce coming out of Christines mouth. Xander had never played hard before. He didn't know what to expect, and the fear of the unknown loomed over him. Even worse, he had a raging hard-on despite being freezing cold and dripping bath water everywhere. Not wanting to temp fate, he sat down. "Now we have a special protocol for little ones like you who says they don't want punishment, but very clearly do. I'm going to describe your punishment for you. Then you have to decide if are you going to take it, or are you going to back out. If you back out, you and I will walk over to the towels, and I'll watch you dry off and we'll go down to the locker together, get you in your big boy clothes. Dan will come give you a hug, there'll be no hard feelings, and you can fill out a new application if you decide to come back. Though you might want to do some reflecting on your behaviour." Xander frowned. He definitely didn't want that. "The other option is that you are going stand up, bend over and touch your toes and I'm going to give you a light spanking. Just enough so you can feel it, but more importantly, everyone in the room will hear it. Then I'm going to put a little plug up your bum because I don't want you to make a mess of your chair. Finally, I am going to put a gag in your mouth to make sure it stays nice and open for the bar of soap that you'll have between your lips. You'll stay like that, shivering cold with your nose in the corner until Dan comes back." Xander blanched. This was scary! "Then at detention tonight,we'll spend a little bit more time. You'll start by writing an apology letter to Dan for your behaviour, and write in your journal about how you felt about the experience you're just about to have. What happens after that is up to you and me." Xander felt his world shrink. He didn't want that! Did he? Didn't he? He wasn't sure about the pain, but Christine said it would be light. And the plug would be little. It did also sound ... really intriguing. And Scary. It sounded really scary. "When Dan comes back after your punishment little one, he will want nothing more than to rescue and dote on you. Believe me." Xander felt his body betray him again. His cock grew harder still. He looked inside his heart and he knew he wanted this. Even the spanking, no matter how scary it was. More importantly he loved the idea of being punished, and then being taken care of afterwards. "Do you want to go home? Xander shook his head. He definitely didn't want that. "So, would you like to take your punishment like a big boy?" Xander paused. Slowly he nodded. "Uh huh." "Are you ready for a spanking as well? I'll go easy this time little one." Xander thought about and and nodded. "I see we're going to learn a lot together Xander." Christine said, gripping his chin, and giving him a devilish smile. "Now, stand up and touch your toes."

I had a few ideas to though out there for thought regarding pooping diapers, and anti bacteria soaps. Off topic, but I use Dove Sensitive Skin, because I break out from Anti bacteria soaps due to a skin condition I've had all my life. However, I use this gentle soap on my face. People always ask how my skin looks so young for my age. I've been told I look like I'm 20, but I'm much older. Anti Bacteria soap is not all it's cracked up to be. Actually, science has proven that it can do more harm. Your skin has good bacteria on it. When you use Anti bacteria soap on your skin a few things happen: You kill off the good bacteria. You dry out your skin You prevent your immune system from learning how to deal with new germs because you're not letting it fight on it's own. So it gets weaker. For killing fungus, there are much better natural remedies, like white vinegar and things like baking soda for extracting poisons.