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Part 8 - Clara's First Sister

A nanny was looming at the doorway of the playhouse, where she was crouching and clearly furious at having caught Clara masturbating.

Clara for her part lay on her back, mouth agape, as she looked behind her in shock. She remained frozen as she was when caught, her hands stupidly parked square in the middle of her diaper, where she had been furiously rubbing herself to orgasm.

"Out. Now." the woman boomed, taking Clara by the ear, and dragging her out as she scrambled to get on all fours and follow the painful grip out into the playroom.

"I wasn't - " Clara began in protest, as she stumbled and tripped her way over the plastic doorway.

"You weren't what?" the nanny boomed, and Clara realised that she had just admitted her guilt before even being accused. "Damnit" she thought to herself, scrambling as the woman dragged her fully out.

The nanny let go of Clara's ear, much to the girl's relief, but then the woman turned, and instantly began delivering fast hard swats to Clara's bottom.

"Don't think that I don't know what you were doing young lady" she bellowed, "You were caught playing with yourself, that is very naughty!"

She delivered a harder smack and repeated "Naughty!"

Clara moaned and closed her eyes, knowing that denial would be pointless at this point. Worse, despite her fear, she was still horny as hell right there, and found herself wanting to masturbate as the woman spanked her, despite simultaneously being humiliated and outraged. She mewled quietly as the swats continued, wondering how anybody could get turned on by such a hellish treatment.

The nanny delivered one final swat and then stopped, standing and catching her breath after the hard punishment. "Admit what you were caught doing girl" she growled, "And then apologise for lying. Your punishment may not be as terrible as it could be if you manage that right, but believe me when I say that even then you are going to be one sorry little girl who will second guess being naughty ever again."

Clara felt sick, and gaped while looking at the ground in desperation, wondering if the nanny meant the sensory deprivation cribs, or worse. Suddenly she grew fearful that they might completely prevent her from masturbating somehow, and became desperate to appease this woman who had complete power over her right then.

"I-I was playing with myself miss!" she admitted loudly. "I was playing with myself, and then... then lied. I lied and it was very naughty miss."

Clara glanced up and saw the nanny standing over her crossly, with her arms folded. She huffed and nodded at Clara's response. "And do you think that such behaviour is at all acceptable?" she asked coldly.

Clara shook her head quickly in an almost comical fashion, sending a few tears flying from her moistening eyes. "No miss!" she answered, feeling stupidly like a child talking to a school teacher. "No it was very naughty miss... Please... please punish me miss!"

She wasn't sure if that would work, but it seemed the right thing to say in her desperate moment.

The nanny snorted, "that's a start" she said approvingly. She checked the slip on the back of Clara's diaper, and grew cross. "I see that you're -already- being punished for being naughy earlier today. Tsk, you are a naughty one, aren't you little girl?"

"Yes miss." Clara agreed, nodding her head. She was exhausted after the day of trouble, trouble which she had gotten herself into, and would do anything to appease the woman right then.

The nurse was one of the older staff members - whereas the leggy blonde who's skirt Clara had been caught looking up earlier was perhaps in her 20s - this woman was seemingly in her 40s, and the age difference made Clara feel even younger, and stupider, before her, having been caught masturbating.

The nanny for her part looked at the messy girl, clearly exhausted on her hands and knees, and shook her head at the disobedient naughty thing. Taking a harness and reign from her belt, she clasped it around Clara's shoulders, and then began pulling her along into the playroom.

"Come." she commanded, "nearly all the other girls are in bed. I was collecting naughty stragglers, but you can't have known."

The woman had some mercy in her, Clara felt. "Thank you miss..." she said in a near whisper, as she began crawling.

"Since you're already being punished, your punishment for that disgusting act will be delayed, and you can spent tonight thinking about what a naughty child you are."

"Yes... miss..." Clara agreed, in a trance of exhaustion.

As they went, she realised that Danni must have already been taken to bed when she went in search of a change before. Clara herself was an exhausted mess with hair on her face and new snot caking dry above her top lip.

They finally reached an open double doorway at the tall end of the nursery, and Clara was ready to collapse. The crawl in her enema-laden diaper had taken her last bit of energy out of her, and she just wanted to sleep and hide from the world at that point, even if it meant in a crib again, she'd welcome it right now.

Another nurse took Clara's reign-leash at the door. She had been cleaning up a changing table beside the open door on the nursery side. Clara looked up to see a large diaper pail filled to the brim with taped up disposable diapers, and realised that most of the girls had been changed before bed here. She took one look, and wanted to gag. Dozens of otherwise adult women had soaked and soiled those diapers, and now she was one of them.

The nanny who had brought her over gestured to her pathetic form on the floor. "This little one has gotten herself into a whole lot of trouble, on her first day too," she explained, "No changes until tomorrow morning."

The second younger nanny nodded, "She's the last" she stated, "that's all of them."

She tugged the reigns and lead Clara through the double doors, and looked down at the exhausted girl. "Do you have a big sister yet, little one? Or am I going to have to put you with one of the unpaired girls?

Clara took a moment to find her words after her exhausting crawl. "Sarah Jane Emily" she said in a pant, "I'm sleeping with Sarah Jane Emily tonight."

The woman nodded and turned, and led Clara into a room which she was just too tired to much look at. It was a curved lobby of sorts, with halls leading off in a semi circle of directions - where all the babies slept, Clara guessed.

They stopped at a small sink basin against the wall. Clara, in her tired state, remained obedient while the nanny ushered the girl onto her diapered derrière, after which she brushed Clara's teeth, cooing and coaxing the entire time, and at least being quite gentle about it with the poor worn out slave girl. She knew that if she were disobedient, this nanny would absolutely have Clara over a knee and being spanked within an instant, but for now she let herself bask in the kindness she was receiving when obedient.

When her teeth were brushed, Clara was lead down one of the halls, passing several closed doorways along the way. Each had various crayon drawings and finger paintings stuck to them, and Clara realised that she was looking at the art of the various baby women who were right now sleeping and diapered in those rooms. She sighed, feeling how effective the program was at breaking and regressing them. In the long hall, her rustling diaper was now annoyingly loud, and it crinkled and shifted while she followed the nanny's tapping heels and ankles.

They approached a door which stood open, and turned into the room, thankfully shifting from tiles back onto carpet again. The room was a soft yellow, and had a large breezy feeling about it. It wasn't so bad, Clara thought. A large high window sat against slowly drifting drapes, and in the centre a white crib loomed - tall and thin - in which Sarah Jane Emily sat, a yellow nightie visible with her lower half under the covers, while she stared off into space and bounced a rattle gently on her lap.

Sarah Jane glanced over as the rustling new girl crawled into the room, looking exhausted and a mess. She noticed with a grimace that Clara still had her changing slip on her butt, and realised that she was going to be sleeping in that messy diaper. Sarah herself had a glowing bottom from a major spanking only a few hours before, but sleeping next to the enema filled diaper was something else.

The nurse lead the exhausted girl to the middle of the room, unclasped the child's harness, and then yanked her simple babydoll dress over her head. Clara was too worn out to care much about her now semi-naked state, and made a token effort of covering her breasts while shivering - worn out by the overwhelming day more so than any particular cold.

The nanny dumped Clara's top down a linen chute, and returned with a small white t-shirt which she had taken from one of the many drawers. She pulled the top over the now-obedient Clara's head, which seemed to only really serve as a night bra to protect her breasts - otherwise being so tight that it was essentially see through and pointless.

Watching from the crib, Sarah Jane decided to speak up, against her better judgement. "Um, miss..." she began nervously, "Since Clara is on her first day, and um, probably needs a good night's rest - and is probably really sorry by now - is she perhaps deserving of an early change..?"

The nanny smiled, and looked at Sarah Jane, "Honey, I know that you're an angel, but second guess an adult's decision again and you will join Clara in spending the night in an enema filled diaper."

Sarah Jane froze stiff.

"In fact," pondered the nanny, "Maybe we should, we wouldn't want your sister to feel out of place on her first night now would we? And I heard that you were quite the naughty girl this afternoon, getting into a fight with Gemma and almost losing your angel status."

Sarah Jane rubbed her bottom at the memory, and went silent, glancing back down at the rattle in her lap. "No miss, I'm sorry miss, Clara deserves to be punished and needs to learn her lesson. We all need the grown ups' guidance and decisions miss, I won't forget again."

The nanny smiled, and returned her attentions to Clara, who sat in her own little daze, drooling slightly, no longer caring about anything at this point. The nanny helped her up into the waiting crib, and then helped her crawl over Sarah Jane Emily's legs, after which Clara collapsed onto her stomach in the other side of the crib, completely exhausted, and laying on top of the blankets.

The nurse raised the edge of their prison bed then, sealed a small lock near the top, and walked out without a word.

After a moment of silence, Clara turned on the spot, adjusting onto her back. "Th-Thanks... For trying..." she said sadly.

Sarah Jane nodded. "Almost backfired..." she sighed, "I got an incredible spanking from the teacher after I saw you before, and, I definitely don't need any more today..."

Clara whimpered, her diaper growing clammy after the enema, sweat, and orgasms, and used her last remaining energy to crawl under the blankets. The warmth would probably build up down there, she thought, and would probably keep it a sloppy nightmare. Still, in the morning she would get a change, she thought to herself, not so long now.

The crib was thin, and made it a squeeze for the two of them. Under the blanket she realised that she was crammed against Sarah Jane's thighs, and tried to scoot away a little but found that there was simply no more room.

At least in your crawler diaper there's almost no smell" noted Sarah Jane as if such things counted as positives in this place.

Clara began to fall asleep and was interrupted as Sarah shook her shoulder, and pointed towards the still open-door. "Wait..." she said.

They waited in silence until another nanny entered the room, carrying two oversized baby bottles, each filled with water.

Clara realised that she hadn't eaten or drank anything since before the inspection, and took the bottle in a suddenly thirsty state. She suckled and soon found the nurse cooing to her, stroking her cheek and forehead, and could only look at the woman with desperate adorable eyes.

Finally the two girls suckled their bottles dry, long squelching noises coming as air rushed into the bottles with the final drops. The woman stroked both of their faces and smiled at them, calling them "two little angels" and left again, closing the door behind her.

Finally Sarah Jane sighed, and lowered herself to also join Clara under the covers, with the two girls now only visible from their chins up.

"It's better to sleep on our sides" explained Sarah, "it takes up less room, and... I dunno... you can sort of at least be off in your own little world then..."

Clara thought about it and nodded, with some difficulty turning onto her side. It was hard in her diaper, but she finally managed, and found herself back to back with Sarah, their padded butts inevitably having to press against each other, but finally feeling like she off in her own private little world as she stared at a wall. After a time, she realised that she almost felt alone, and decided that Sarah Jane had been right right.

"Night Clara..." muttered Sarah.

"Night..." answered Clara, staring at the wall in silence. This was better, she thought, then the month spent stuck in a crib and gagged - three girls mewling and never being able to get comfortable - now she almost felt like she had a home in this room. It didn't take long, and her eyes became heavily, and suddenly she was drifting off into a deep exhausted sleep.

She awoke sometime in the the night, it could have been early morning for all she could tell, it was now very dark. She realised that she had basically passed out before, so exhausted from the day, but now had a part of her mind back.

Behind her, Sarah Jane was sleeping quietly, the faint rhythm of her breathing evident to Clara.

Clara's diaper was very warm, she noted, but so long as she didn't move she wasn't reminded too much of just how disgusting it was. She had woken due to a need to pee, she realised. She sighed and didn't even resist, she'd been in diapers for a month, and she barely had to strain to get going, and was soon flooding her diaper.

Four weeks in diapers had reduced her to such a pathetic state, she thought, as her diaper slowly expanded while it drank the seemingly endless torrent of urine. She knew that not even holding back was weakening her - that it had been what had caused her to wet herself so easily when confronted with by Gem - but found it hard to care about potty training now, she could no longer pretend that she believed that she would ever be out of diapers.

Thinking of wetting herself involuntarily, and then thinking of Gem, she squirmed, and then sighed. Gem was to be her other sister, and even now Danni was in a crib with her, somewhere, probably having her sanity fucked out by the strong blonde. She decided that for now she had to steal whatever moment of peace she could with Sarah Jane, and returned to staring at the wall, trying to imagine a fictional grown up life, of all things.

In her fantasy she wore adult underwear and clothes, talked to other adults as equals, and went where she felt like when she wanted. She watched tv late into the night, had showers and used the toilet like a big person, masturbated as she felt like and then got to walk away from any thoughts of diapers.

Instead she was still in a diaper in a crib even after masturbating, she didn't get to just put it behind her, it was her life now. Her fantasy of her adult life drifted into a dream, and suddenly was taken over by a nightmare, as her adult self suddenly wet herself standing on a train. Clara awoke from her daze with a start, and groaned, realising that her toddler life was creeping even into the memory of adult life.

She pouted, and managed to return to sleep after a time. As she drifted away, she noted with some wry amusement that it had used to be her adult self that fantasized about being in a crib in diapers before falling asleep, once upon a time, yet now it was quite the other way around.

Part 9 - Regarding Young Ladies Who Are Caught Playing With Themselves

Morning came, and Clara awoke to find Sarah Jane sitting in bed, reading a simple children's book on "manners", which she must have read a thousand times.

Clara groaned and sat up herself, willing herself to simply wait for her diaper change, which mustn't be so far off now, she figured.

She looked around for something to do, realising that she was bored, and then glanced at the book in Sarah Jane's hands.

Sarah Jane sensed her glance, and passed it to her. "Here. I know every word, but... It's something to do which is better then nothing, somehow... You know?"

Clara nodded, tried to read the book, and then found it impossibly demeaning. It was written for real children, with simple shape characters with arms and legs and faces, learning "manners" in a variety of situations. The banality of it gnawed at Clara's pride, and she handed it back to Sarah Jane after a moment.

"Maybe another time.." she said, suddenly re-motivated to find a way out of this. She wouldn't become like like Sarah Jane, she thought, who for her part took the book and was re-reading it again, as if she were the target age group. They were really regressing in various ways, Clara realised, out of sheer overexposure to a baby life.

She almost smiled - almost - when two nannies entered the room and lowered the side of the crib. She was finally going to get changed, she thought with relief and anticipation.

Sarah Jane climbed out first, and Clara saw that the back of the girl's diaper was soaked with a strong yellow colour which ran from beneath her legs and then up her rear. There was something embarrassing about seeing that elegant girl also be a diaper-using adult baby just like the rest of them, and it caused Clara to blush.

Both girls were stripped down to only their diapers in silence. Clara was put in another child harness, realising then that they were both going out topless, which made her a little nervous. After a moment she found herself dumbly staring at Sarah Jane Emily's breasts, seemingly out of a stupid compulsion to see what was normally hidden, and blushed as she quickly looked away.

Sarah Jane's nurse fetched a bundle of clothes from the cupboard, and draped them over her arm, and then took Sarah Jane out and down the hall by the hand. Sarah Jane parted by saying "um, I'll see you in the playroom Clara..." to which Clara grunted, and then followed her Nanny down the opposite direction in the hall, crawling in her now abysmally dirty diaper used in all three ways which Clara knew how.

They entered a large tiled bathroom, where all the hallways joined again, and Clara noted several other girls were sitting in tubs filled with bubbles or clear water, while nannies scrubbed them everywhere - some sat in a tub by themselves, while others shared tubs in pairs or even one small group. One pair was even being made to wash each other while a nanny supervised and gave instructions.

Clara for her part was led to her own tub, thankfully, and was lain on her back. She finally had her giant stinking diaper untaped, and several layers fell to the floor with a plop. Her nanny took a large wet cloth and wiped her down, holding her above her messy diaper by her ankles, and wiping every which way underneath her. Finally the horrible diaper was rolled up and deposited in a large cloth bin nearby, which by the shadows cast on its side appeared to have several similarly soiled diapers already piled in it. She wasn't even unique, for having a soiled diaper, Clara realised, and realised that every girl in there was probably the same.

The nanny took Clara's hands and pulled her up, then her her stand. Clara was almost shocked by the returned sense of freedom between her legs. She was walked to her tub nearby - naked in front of everybody, not that many were watching - and helped into her bath. She gingerly lowered her butt and privates into the warm water, feeling a sting against her rash. After a moment she was under, and let herself lay back as the strong nanny woman got to work on cleaning her thoroughly.

Clara had been bathed by nannies before, and it never got any better, but this time, in its own way, it seemed almost like visiting a spa resort. Except that she could be spanked at any instant, had a large strong-bristled brush going everywhere, and was only needing to be cleaned so thoroughly because she had been forced into a terrible enema-filled diaper for a day and night, and would be going back into diapers after this. She sighed. Well, it had been a momentary sense of optimism amongst it all. The nanny ordered her onto all fours and began cleaning her again between her legs.

She began watching the others being led naked out of the room, and realised that she was the last there. Finally they were finished, and she left her bath room, watching the water swirl away down the drain.

The nanny dried her all over with a towel, and then said "come," having Clara crawl naked after her back down the hall.

They went back to Clara and Sarah Jane Emily's room, where the nanny fetched an armful of clothes, and then lead the girl naked and crawling out into the playroom. She blushed but allowed herself to be led stark naked in front of many of the other girls, some were naked themselves, and she wasn't risking another enema by being at all disobedient any time soon. She was soon in a queue for the changing tables, the last there, staring at the naked girl standing in front of her, and parked on all fours with her rear end flashing the whole playroom behind her.

She tried to tell herself that they had seen it all before, but still kept her legs closed, and crawled forward between changes.

Soon it was her turn, finally on the changing table, where she was powered, had cream massaged gently into her privates and then rear, and put back into a clean crawler-sized diaper. The nanny blew kisses on her stomach suddenly then, and Clara couldn't help but burst into sudden laughter, which she then tried desperately to stifle, terrified that others in the nursery would see her giggling like a baby girl. She lay on her back not daring to look into into the nursery after that, not that she could see much more than the nanny in front of her, who had just been lifting her butt to the world anyway while she wiped in cream.

After the kissing and blowing causing her to humiliate herself by laughing, she began to sulk, and frowned while being dressed in the clothes which her nanny had fetched. A small yellow t-shirt was pulled over head, followed by denim overalls with buckles, which was snapped over her diaper and had the faintest extrusion of denim shorts at her thighs. Finally her hair was put into braided pigtails, and she was placed on the floor, exhausted all over again, knowing that she must be painfully cute, and was sent off with a playful slap on her rear.

She was facing the nursery playroom once again, and sighed, realising that she already thought of it as 'home'. With a heave she lifted her diapered crotch off of the floor where she had been sitting, and set off in a crawl, looking for her friends Sarah Jane Emily and Danni with nothing better to do.

She hadn't gotten very far when a nurse standing at a doorway spotted her and asked "Have you checked in for breakfast yet sweetie? You're new aren't you?"

Clara shook her head dumbly, and followed the woman's gesture. She crawled past her into a tiled room, and saw highchairs sitting against three of the four walls, filled with girls being spoonfed and facing each other in the half circle. Most of the girls from her time in the bath were here she realised, they were the latecomers. The nanny from the door came behind her, and ushered her over to a waiting highchair. Clara was helped up, and then strapped in, and sat there dumbly after being left along.

She sat there for some time, watching the scene around her, and being thankful for the clean diaper under her denim overalls.

She bit her lip, and then slowly began grinding ever so slightly against the taut straps which held her in place. She wasn't even trying to orgasm, she couldn't reach such a state here, but still felt an almost automatic urge to rub against the pressure come over her.

Trying not to give herself away, she glanced around, fairly sure that nobody eye's were even focused on her, and sped up the grinding, suddenly having to suppress a small sudden moan.

It was about to get out of hand when a young nanny arrived and placed a bowl of milk and cereal down on her highchair and beamed at her. Clara blushed and stopped her subtle grinding, and looked at the floor beside her.

The woman was an experienced expert at feeding babies it turned out, and had a bib around the unenthusiastic Clara in no time, and then began cooing various things about aeroplanes and trains while bringing the plastic spoon up and down and to Clara's mouth.

The bowl of kids cereal wasn't so bad, Clara thought, despite the fact that it was being fucking spoonfed to her while she was cooed at, but otherwise not so bad. The milk tasted weird, probably had things in it which she didn't want to know about, but it was a big improvement over the terrible mush which they had been spoonfed during her hell month.

When it was over, Clara felt the smallest bit proud despite herself with all of he nanny's congratulations being thrown her way for having finished her bowl.

She realised then that the hell month was perhaps largely about setting the bar low, so that this seemed a veritable improvement, despite being absolutely pitiful and embarrassing compared to her normal adult standards. It also sat as a constant threat of what she could return to, if she misbehaved.

She was handed a bottle of dark green vegetable juice, and drank it in silence, watching the few remaining girls there doing the same. She made eye contact with one doing he same, and blushed, and looked down to focus on her own bottle. It was a bit foul, but still not quite so bad. Finally she finished that too, and leaned back, burping once and staring at the roof. She was pretty full, she realised.

Clara sat there for a time, almost feeling good about herself - at least compared to her recent month - when the nanny from the day before, who had caught her masturbating in the playhouse, showed up.

She saw Clara, and scowled. Clara squirted a tiny bit of pee into her diaper, and sat terrified.

She tried to sink into her highchair and disappear, and only managed to make herself look like a coward and an idiot - both of which she was, she decided - as the woman approached, and then towered over her.

"You." the woman bellowed.

"Yes ma'am..." Clara responded automatically, which is all that she had said over and over again to the woman at the end of their discussion the day before. Suddenly the relief of her sleep and diaper change seemed to have disappeared into long forgotten memory.

The woman huffed in her increasingly familiar manner, and lifted the tray of the highchair, then unstrapped the taut straps over Clara's diaper which had been holding her in place.

The trembling fetish writer turned diaper slave was helped down from the highchair, and then strapped into a new child's harness while on all fours.

They stopped at a sink basin near the door, and Clara had her teeth brushed with a disposable tooth brush. The scowling nurse was far less gentle than the cooing and caring nanny from the night before, and Clara realised that she had tears in her eyes yet again. She wasn't looking forward to whatever punishment was coming.

"Oh don't think that a sulk show is going to get you out of this young lady." the woman said in a no-nonsense tone reserved for children. Clara didn't doubt that the woman actually believed she was a child, and was soon crawling after her in the child's harness with a nervous pit in her stomach and the faintest spark of arousal in her crotch. They arrived back at the changing tables where Clara had been dressed before breakfast, and Clara was again helped up and then lain on her back.

She felt her diaper re-opened and her privates exposed to the cool air, and squirmed, which only earned her a hard single spank. She lay there wondering what the hell the woman was going to do to her - there were no enema stations here at least. She worried about some sort of chastity device, some metal contraption which would sit in her diaper and make her all the more uncomfortable.

The woman reached under the table, and then produced another baby-powder canister. She began to sprinkle it all over Clara's crotch and then rear, holding the girl up by her ankle's. The nanny shoved her hand into a plastic glove, and then rubbed the powder into Clara thoroughly, even working it into her anus.

Finally Clara was dropped back onto her diaper - realised that she had been holding her breath - and was taped back into her crinkling children's underwear. Her denim overall was attached back over it, and she was re-lowered to the floor.

"Now." the woman ordered angrily, "Go play, and don't you dare think about being a naughty girl again."

Clara sat on all fours, confused, but took the opportunity to crawl away, quickly, picking up speed and not caring how stupid she looked waving her giant diaper behind her as she crawled.

She began to sweat as she got further away, but kept her fast crawling pace until she had put a distance between herself and the nanny, and found a quiet area of the playroom to catch her breath in. It was there that the sweat in her diaper began to combine with the mysterious powder, and Clara suddenly found that she itched like all hell down there. She squirmed for a moment, and then yelped, suddenly realising that she had been covered in itching powder down there, everywhere, and that it had even been worked into her anus.

Suddenly she was desperate, and crawled a little more, stopped, kicked and spasmed a little on all fours, and then dropped to her stomach and began rubbing her diaper on the floor.

She couldn't get aroused like this, everything was just burning too much, and she began rolling every which way and rubbing furiously at her diaper, laying on her back and lifting her butt off the floor to look at her bulky denim crotch with wide eyed hopelessness.

"Fuck... Jesus..." she whimpered, and began bouncing on her butt, dragging herself along the floor but finding no relief.

A nanny walked past, and Clara called out "Miss!" to her, which all that she could manage in her sweating state.

The nanny looked at Clara sitting and leaning back on her hands, rubbing her diapered butt on the floor and then quickly trying to rub the front also. "What on earth are you doing young lady?" the woman asked, a little amused.

Clara simply gasped and pointed to her crotch. "Punish... powder.." she said, "please..."

The woman smiled and shook her head.

"Somebody has a lesson to learn about playing with herself I think. And really, on your first day - you must be a desperate one mustn't you."

Clara moaned, and began to unsnap her denim overalls.

In a flash the nanny was there, and slapped Clara's hands hard.

"You touch your diaper young lady, and you will get enemas for a fortnight. Do you know what those are?"

Clara nodded her head, and then fell to her back and began wriggling, kicking her legs in the air in a desperate attempt to find what might help.

The woman looked at her crossly. "You can't be away from supervision - not when in trouble for playing with yourself, and especially not when you've just tried to undress yourself. Do you understand?"

"Yesss ma'am..." Clara breathed out between her itching agony.

The nanny clipped a reign to Clara's denim overalls, and started to pull her along.

"Come along, you are to stay in a group of other girls for a bit honey" she said.

"Noooo" Clara moaned, not wanting to make a spastic display of herself in front of the other girls like this.

"Now young lady" the woman growled, "Do you know how to behave?"

Clara nodded desperately, and got to all fours, then crawled in her diaper and denim after the woman, shuddering every so often and spasming a leg out to the side.

By the time they arrived at a group of girls - who were playing with a rolling ball - Clara was able to suppress her physical spasms a little, but was sweating terribly.

"Girls" the woman said, "This is Clara." waving her hand at the pitiful diapered form below her.

"She's not allowed to be unsupervised or alone for now, and I'd like you lot to play with her, and make sure that she doesn't run off. If you lose her, it will be spankings for all of you."

The girls nodded, and looked at Clara. She was clearly new in her crawler diaper, which sometimes meant trouble as she hadn't settled into the order of things here, and could drag a bunch of settled people into her storm - like the two girls yesterday, Sarah Jane and Gem, who had got into some sort of mega spanking because of a new girl.

"Yes ma'am." several of them said, nodding to the woman. They motioned for Clara to join them, sitting in a circle, and resumed their game of rolling a ball around, and, once the nanny had left, talking gossip. Unfortunately their topic today had been the new girls, Gem apparently had one of them herself now, and it seemed best not to talk about all that in front of this crawler.

She spent half an hour there, sitting in itching agony and trying to hide her squirming in her diaper, while she rolled the ball around the group, thinking that at least most eyes were on the ball instead of her denim crotch, which was wriggling back and forth on the carpet ever so slightly.

The girl's had been talking about one of the new male trainers, one had blushed and admitted that she thought that she was kind of cute, the others had scoffed and said that the girl thought that anybody who spanked her was cute, which surprised Clara, but she was beginning to get used to such bdsm centric talk in such a place.

They were interrupted when two nannies approached with a bunch of school uniforms folded over their arms. One had white blouses and blue skirts, and the other had chequered one-pieces.

"Classroom time girls. Hurry up. Time to get ready for school." they ordered, and the girls of the group groaned, but then all held up their arms. Each was undressed, including Clara to her discomfort.

"You shouldn't groan dears" smiled one of the nannies, "a proper education will help you with your future."

They were each redressed in one of the two styles of uniforms. Clara and the other crawlers were put in the more juvenile one-pieces, as well as some of the walkers, while a few of the most senior girls were put in the white blouses and navy skirts.

Clara noticed other groups walking past now, all in school uniform, the whole playroom was going. And there, she saw, went the brunette from her shipping group, following a senior girl in a blouse and skirt. Clara guessed that she had found a "big sister" herself also.

The group of girls now either stood - which was always awkward while diapered - or got onto all fours, and began waddling and crawling.

The diapered schoolgirls began off down the nursery in a loud group, and Clara realised that she was behind, while a nanny tapped her foot impatiently. She set off after them in a quick and clumsy crawl, not wanting to risk any further punishments.

The itching was driving her mad, but she soon caught up to her group. With that she set off after the wall of diapered and school uniforms, or pouring into a room which had a sign above, reading "Little Tots School Rooms", from in which the noise was rising to a crescendo.

to be continued...

A pair of girls in their crib at night.

Getting ready for school.

[little_kristy]

Once again you know how to write a good story. I DEMAND THE NEXT PART ASAP!!! *nodnod*

[diaperpt]

great story!

[Princess Pottypants]

Still great!

[babyredhead]

Absolutely ADORE this story!! More please!!

[Master X]

Awsome! I love it

[kirababy]

quite the page turner -and a great reminder to be careful what one wishes for!

[ausdpr]

Part 10 - Back to School

Clara crawled along with the noisy surge of diapered half regressed women in school uniforms. She noticed with some discomfort that she partially felt like she really was going back to school, crawling frantically in her diaper to keep up, and cursed the slave centre once again for their effective regression techniques. The waddling 'senior' girls passed her by while she felt particularly stupid and juvenile down on the floor, crawling stupidly in her thick diaper filled with itching powder.

As the crowd slowed she found herself looking around for other crawlers, if only to gravitate towards, but could only see a sea of thighs, diapers, skirts. The whole thing felt just like a flock of noisy school children, and Clara found herself longing for a group, a clique, and new that it was a regressionary thought, and raged at herself. Yet she couldn't help it, right now she didn't want to be there alone amongst the 'senior' girls, and with the new indignation she found herself wanting to sob, wet her diaper, and orgasm, all at once.

They were waiting in a larger wooden foyer room now, and Clara looked around, seeing a larger variety of uniforms in navy, maroon, or black skirts and dresses, and she began wondering what they all meant.

There was a squeal in front of her, and a teenager or girl in her early twenties fell back and landed a diapered bottom right into Clara's face. She blushed and apologised, then chased off after whoever had pushed her. Clara watched the school skirt and diaper bobbing away, and found herself disturbed for how easily some of these girls had fallen into nasty schoolgirl roles. hey were like a gaggle of loud toddlers waddling to their next preschool class, and Clara wondered how long it would take to reduce her to one of them too. One senior, in a slightly more mature skirt and blouse uniform, even waited around looking disinterested while one of the changing slips bounced visibly on the rear of her diaper, seemingly barely put out by the fact that she was standing around in public with soiled pants. She scowled and lifted one leg, reaching around to scratch herself or readjust things a little, but then went back to waddling around on the spot.

Clara blushed at the sight and glanced down, staring at the polished wooden floor now. Yet standing there on all fours in a crowd was its own torture, as her vagina and rear burned with the itching powder which they had forced throughout her diaper as punishment for masturbating. She was half lost in the distracting agony when a voice called out to her.

"Clara?"

She turned and saw a tangle of red hair, and realised that Danni was crawling towards her. She felt some relief at finally having company, at least now she wouldn't have to feel so uniquely pathetic down there on the floor, below that sea of waddling diapers.

"Hey..." Clara said miserably, and Danni simply nodded and pulled in beside her, clad in a similar short dress uniform. They stared around in silence for awhile, unable to see much over the standing slaves.

"I can't believe we're going back to school..." whispered Clara.

Danni raised an eyebrow, "As opposed to the diapers and cribs and shit that we've been using for the last month?" she asked slightly bemused, but also scowling a little as she mentioned the very disturbing fact that they were wearing and used diapers.

"Oh. Right." blushed Clara, realising that she was probably the only one with prior expectations of this place, which hadn't included going to school, whereas for Danni it was all as equally confusing. She should have seen it coming, Clara realised, she had seen pictures after all... Masturbated to them, after all...

She glanced at Danni, sometimes quite worried that they might one day have the unfortunate ability to read her mind, hearing her thoughts about how this had all been her fantasies...

She had grown slightly wet, and it re-triggered the itching powder, and her line of thought was broken as she winced and tried to alternate lifting her legs behind her off of the ground in alternating order.

Danni thankfully didn't catch the display, and seemed to be on the lookout fo something more worrisome. Clara suddenly remembered Danni's inevitable night with Gem, having not seen her since encouraging her to go find a change at the playhouse the afternoon before.

She was about to ask her redhead slave companion about it, when doors swung open, and the crowd surged again. The two girls looked around in confusion and were overtaken by most of the girls, looking at various options of open doorways. A staff member - a nurse in black heels and a tight teacher's dress - appeared and scowled at them, directing them towards one of the open doors with a swat on each of their backsides and instructions to hurry up. The redhead and the fetishist-turned-slave-girl moaned and began into a crawl, Clara felt moist tears and snot forming yet again but forced herself to hold it in - she wasn't going into this room as a bawling baby.

They entered a large classroom, in which heavy wooden desks were lined up with the senior girls all sitting themselves down into them. Clara looked at them worryingly, thinking of having to sit still on such a surface with the itching powder in her diaper, but then a male teacher who was sitting on a desk in front of the blackboard boomed, "Crawlers, into the playpen!" and Clara and Danni bumped into each other as they crawled desperately for a colourful playpen on the opposite wall, situated in the open space between the student's desks and the teacher's.

Several other crawlers were there, still making their way in, and all had a silent nervousness about them which Clara was sure that she recognised from school, as students going into a frightening teacher's classroom and waiting for him to start and have the worst of it over with. Clara for her part only hoped that being in the playpen kept her largely out of any spotlight, needing terrible to thrash and rub at her diaper now. Not that she would make much progress on the surface of the puffed up slippery disposable plastic surface.

"Sasha" the teacher said then, nodding towards the playpen, and a senior girl sitting at the desk closest to the playpen heaved herself up, waddled over, and closed it on the crawlers. Clara blushed, feeling like like a one year old being put away by a two year old.

From the playpen she had a view up all of the skirts under the desks of the senior girls, and rows upon rows of diapers were evident. For many a subtle hand was creeping down and rubbing or scratching, and Clara wondered if a great deal of them might not also be getting off on this to some extent, unless they were just itchy. Who knows what months or years could do somebody in this place, she thought. They all otherwise sat like teenage schoolgirls, seemingly so easily regressed with just the presence of a teacher, classroom, desks, and a blackboard. Looking at some of the pigtailed forms, she wondered if they might not actually be children, but knew that it wasn't true - dressing petite women this way and treating them as such was able to easily accomplish that effect however, and Clara could already imagine many of them being dragged to restaurants by their slave owner parents, where they would be humiliated while being given kids meals, made to talk to the waiters and waitresses politely, and everything else, once they could no longer really believe that they were free willed adults.

Not all of the crawlers were there, she realised, the third from their crib group wasn't after all, nor some of the crawlers from her recent playgroup. The classes must be run split into sizeable rooms, she realised, and she wondered how she would know which room to go to in the future...

The teacher interrupted everybody's thoughts as he slammed a ruler down on his desk. "Now," he bellowed, "I gave each of you homework during the last lesson for coming up with an original nursery rhyme describing your favourite part of being a mommy's or daddy's little angel."

Most of the girls blushed and shifted, none seemed to meet his gaze, but then he slammed his ruler again and they all gripped their desks and stared straight up at him.

"We are now going to do recitals of our poems before the class," he explained, "starting in alphabetical order."

The girls groaned, and the teacher called "Abbie."

A sheepish Asian girl stood and waddled to the front of the room, turned and looked at the class. She blushed and looked down away from the crowd, then glanced at the teacher, realised that he was more scary than public speaking, and turned back to begin her recitation of her poem while hopping from foot to foot in her diaper.

"Ribbons in my hair," she began, stating the name of her poem.

"I love ribbons in my hair,

they flow here, there, and everywhere.

Some are pink, some are yellow.

Some are fun, some are...

Um... some are..."

She stuttered, suddenly looking panicked as she seemed to have forgotten the next bit of her simple rhyme.

She furrowed her brow and quickly began again. "Some are pink, some are yellow. Some are fun, some are..."

The teacher began tapping his foot, and she turned white. Glancing up, she cringed as she explained "Mister Nedrick sir... I can't remember the next bit of my poem..."

He crossed his arms and glared at her, then shook his head. "When I set homework, I expect it to be done. Do you understand that?"

"Yes sir" she replied.

"Did your other teachers give you too much homework so that you had no time for my class?"

"No sir" she said, hopping from foot to foot.

"Did you have plenty of free time for such a simple task between then and now?"

"I-I did sir." she replied.

"Did you somehow forget that I had explicitly set homework to be done by this week?"

"No sir..." she whispered, now barely audible.

"Speak up!" he barked.

"No sir!" she shouted. "I didn't forget."

He shook his head at her. "Then why do you not remember your poem? Were you just too lazy to remember it?"

She trembled a little. "I... I guess I must have been sir..." she admitted bitterly.

He smacked his ruler on his desk, and everybody jumped, but she just looked up to him with puppy dog eyes. "Please sir, I've been naughty sir, I need your guidance. Please punish me sir."

Clara thought that she could hear Danni's jaw hit the floor, and she wasn't doing much better. The diapered girl had just begged for a punishment, and now silently placed her hands on the teacher's desk and bent herself over. The large man approached and lifted her skirt, picked up a large paddle from his desk, and then started reigning down smacks hard on her padded rear, and occasionally her thighs.

The girl let out muffled cries with some of the blows, but was otherwise still and obedient. She was becoming the perfect slave, Clara realised, and that was the end point of their time in this horrible regression centre, where they were forced to crawl in diapers which they soiled most completely. She tried to imagine herself ever being able to so sincerely beg for a punishment, but just couldn't see it, yet knew deep down that they all probably started off resistant yet ended up there. She glanced at Danni who was watching the spanking while stunned, and could already see how Danni would one day make an excellent slave girl, curling up in her adopted mommy's lap, suckling a bottle, waiting for her wet diaper to be checked, and then mewling happily as she was set down for a nap in a crib. Clara didn't know how many years it would take, but that was there future, she knew then.

Finally the spanking stopped, the girl stood on weak legs which were bright red near the top, and had tears running down her face. She threw herself into a hug with the teacher, and thanked him for teaching her, to which he leant down and kissed her on the forehead, and sent her back to sit at her desk.

Clara was rubbing her diaper against the floor now, masturbating even despite the itching powder, and knew that she wanted all of that for herself too. She wanted to be spanked over the teacher's desk, humiliated and hugged and kissed, and sent back to her own school desk in a room of diapered girls. Even now, here in this nightmarish centre, her fantasies were too strong to ignore, and she had to stifle a small moan which emanated deep inside her, hoping that the other crawlers only took it as a moan about the nightmarish scene in front of them, rather than Clara being brought to near orgasm wishing that it would happen to her. She knew that when it arrived, she wouldn't want it at all, yet while it was still beyond reach for her, it seemed so deliciously tantalising.

From the front of the room, the teacher boomed. "Being able to invent a cute poem for your future parents is an important part of being a perfect little angel," he explained. "Each of you will emerge from this place able to do so with a genuine smile and a curtsy, before your mommy or daddy's guests if need be, do you all understand?"

"Yes Sir." they all answered obediently, while pigtailed heads nodded around the room. Even one of the crawlers had responded, darting to cover her hands with her mouth when she realised that her group wasn't being spoken to, but being so taken in by the teacher's frightening demand for an answer.

Danni crawled to the back, and Clara looked over to see the redhead sitting on the bulk of the diaper between her legs, forward on her hands and looking desperately miserable. She crawled over to join her, and Danni simply whispered "That's going to be us, isn't it?" to which Clara nodded her head in silence, then watched as the next girl rose to read her poem.

--

Eventually the whole senior class had gone up to the front of the room and humiliated themselves. Two more earned spankings from the man, but most recited cute little poems on what they loved about their second baby life. There were odes to rattles and dollies, morning highchair feedings and loving bathtimes, talks of how they had been freed from their past false life, which the teacher nodded most vigorously for. Those confused girls - who had perhaps been originally faking it and then accidentally started to believe it - would make excellent slaves, fearing the mythical adulthood and being unsure about even calling for help in public, not knowing whether they wanted truly to return there. A girl got up and waddled by with one of the changing slips on the back of her diaper, and read her poem all the same, not distracted by what must have been an early morning poop.

Watching the show, Danni had whispered to Clara, "We have to get out of here." Clara only nodded.

Clara was distracted with a toy block which she had found, which she was now subtely grinding against trying to solve her itching powder situation, thankfully which was somehow better now - or which Clara had perhaps just gotten used to.

The teacher had eventually reached G in his alphabetical list, and suddenly called out "Gemma."

Clara and Danni came to instant attention, glad to be hiding down in the crawler pen at the front side of the classroom.

The blonde waddled down the aisles smiling, pigtails swinging as she went. Reaching the front of the room, she looked up with trained wide eyed innocence at her teacher, and stated "I have two poems! I had one prepared, which I think is really good, but just thought of another one then."

The teacher nodded, and Gem beamed, then moved to recite her poem to the entire room.

"My little sister Danni" she beamed.

Danni whispered "Oh fuck me... She wouldn't..."

Gem didn't hear, nor even looked over, and continued with her poem.

"My little sister Danni,

is such a little treat.

We played all last night,

building quite a heat.

I let her play,

a few silly little games,

And even showed her some new ones,

which left her amazed.

All in all,

I think I made my mark.

She's my little sister,

with a special place in my heart."

Gem grinned and a few of the senior girls smirked, while Danni hid at the back of the playpen and was glowing bright red.

The teacher looked at Gem curiously. "Does that mean that you two were up all night playing, instead of sleeping sweetly as you're supposed to do at light' out?"

"Oh no sir" Gemma smiled. "It was me... me... metamaphoremorical sir" she said, showing her excellent toddler abilities. "We played early on, but I slept really well once lights were out."

The teacher nodded and Gem then went back to her original peom, having made her point regarding having claimed ownership of Danni through the raw act of sexual conquest.

"Mister Nedricks' Class" began Gem, with a huge angelic grin.

"I love Mister Nedricks' class,

whether it is held inside or out on the grass.

He teaches us manners,

and all the right grammars,

And with it he shall help us all pass."

She smiled and looked at Mr Nedricks, who nodded but wasn't too impressed, and sent the blonde bully and suckup bouncing gleefully back to her desk.

Clara shuddered and sunk further into the back of the playpen, deciding that she had seen enough.

--

Following Mr Nedricks' class, the girls switched rooms with another set, and had a session with Miss Cagstein. She marched around the room with a cane, while the girls stood in an open classroom this time, staring ahead at the wall.

"Yes Mommy." they all said in unison, practising the brainwashing line.

"Yes Daddy."

"Whatever you say, Mommy and Daddy."

"I love my mommy or daddy, so very very much!"

"I was very naughty mommy!"

"Yes daddy, I need a spanking for my own good."

"I love you daddy!"

"Yes daddy, up my bottom is ok."

"I want it there daddy."

"Mommy, please, let the nurse put it up there."

"Please mommy, I love you so much, I can't bear to be without you!"

"Mommy? Boob drink?"

The indoctrination went on the full hour, girls occasionally screaming as they received a caning for messing it up in some way. Clara realised that she would have to learn how to do this just from watching the senior toddlers before she was finally one of them, or would be in for a lot of punishments from Miss Cagtein herself. Glancing at the earlier crawlers, she saw that some of them were staring and whispering along with the standing girls, trying to learn the lines. Clara glanced nervously at the militia men who stood imposingly against the opposite wall, watching the slave women, and shuddered. She focused on the girls repeating their brainwashing lines, and began whispering each one in repetition a moment after the group.

"Yes Mommy..." she found herself saying. "Please Nanny, I've been very naughty, I need a spanking."

The chants grew into situational relevant lines, and Clara realised that that they were practising with what to say to strangers should they be separated from their slave owner.

"Sir.. Ma'am.. I've lost my Mommy or Daddy, and am not old enough to wander on my own."

"I'm just a little girl"

"I'm tall for my age."

"Please sir, ma'am, I was just being dramatic, ignore what I said before, I tell stories like that all the time."

"No ma'am I was just throwing a tantrum, really, I'm sorry. Please help me find my Mommy and Daddy, I don't know what came over me. That trapped in diapers thing is just one of my silly stories."

"Yes ma'am, I am quite a handful"

"No sir, I was just being naughty with my imagination, please talk to my daddy about it first, he will explain."

"Mommy! Daddy! I missed you!"

It seemed like a lifetime later when the chants finally ended. When it was over, Clara feared that she would still be able to hear the words echoing in her head at every moment from then on. She could already picture herself, lying in her crib at night, whispering the lines in practice until she was as good as them.

Danni whispered to Clara, "There's no way that this would work on me..."

"Try saying it over and over for months or years" replied Clara, sulking. "Combined with everything else here..."

Danni looked concerned, then defeated, then nodded.

Clara had no doubt that this centre knew exactly how to reprogram its slave women this way, and that every single crawler had thought that she wouldn't be affected by it, that she could fake it without ever actually making it. But Clara knew better, and already began to picture what it would be like when she was truly broken, and would come bounding up to the cruel mommy who her captors had promised, right back at the beginning.

Some of the girls were tested on individual chants now - one empathetically begged a fictional stranger not to take her story about being an adult woman in diapers seriously, that it was all dramatic, and even started crying as she begged the invisible civilian not to believe any of it and to just take her back to her mommy and daddy, suddenly fearing their wrath would be even worse if she didn't at least try to undo her mistake.

Finally the stern woman's class was over and the whole group was reunited in a large dancing hall for ballet. The crawlers were put in leotards and tutus all the same, but looked like ridiculous babies as the pink and white leotards stretched over their giant diapers, while they were unable to stand and could simply crawl in their special group getting pre-ballet training. Clara made a few leg kicks, winced against the itching powder, and felt herself running wet from arousal during the whole thing. The standing girls waddled around in their tutus looking cute, performing a variety of pretty dance manoeuvres that so many buyers would like to see their new daughters making.

Some of the girls seemed to even be having genuine fun, as they showed off dance moves to each other and seemed to have lost their ability to see their own indignant new selves at times any more. Clara remembered Sarah Jane Emily's words, about how all of them were picked for being suitable for this, and suspected that there was some truth to that. She spotted Sarah Jane, in a black tutu with white leggings, logging like a goth china doll as ever, and doing high kicks for a teacher while her face wore a complete deadpan expression.

Finally they were released, emerging out into sunshine in high-walled play yard for a recess. Clara could only hope that there wouldn't be more school after this, it was making it extra difficult to rub away at her diaper which was all that she wanted to do any more, though for entirely different reasons to the erotic afternoon before.

Back in her school dress, she entered the yard late, and crawled around on the grass until she found Danni. The girls had filled a variety of sandpits, shady tree spots, and seats along the side of the building where drink taps were available.

"Clara" Danni asked carefully, "Do you think that I could pass for a little girl? In public I mean?"

Clara looked away, already knowing the answer. "Not in that comically thick diaper no, but, like, in a dress and overalls, with pigtails or something, yeah, probably. Not everybody here will be in public though" she said hopefully, realising after that it wasn't really any help.

Danni sat silently. "And I'd have to play along to some mommy or daddy? I wouldn't even be able to help it."

"Pretty much, I think" Clara answered gloomily. "They'll know when we're truly broken, they've done this before, and then we'll go squealing to some mommy or daddy and load our diapers and blush, but I think that deep down we'll still know exactly what's wrong, but will by then just be unable to stop ourselves any more.

"Just surrendered..." thought Danni out loud.

"Yeah... It's already so hard to imagine trying to go back to my adult life after this... Explaining this... It almost seems easier to just play along from here on out now. At least nobody outside of this will ever know about my humiliation then..."

Danni nodded, knowing that it was foolish defeatist logic, but knowing that it spoke to her.

"By the way..." began Clara nervously, wondering how best to broach the question, "How was, um, Gem, in a crib last night?"

Danni turned beat red and instantly looked away. "Let's talk about something else" she said quickly.

Clara nodded slowly, not feeling any more enthusiastic about he night ahead now. She sighed and shifted in her itchy diaper, began scratching at it having long since given up trying to hide it now, and decided that she wanted to whine about it more than keep it secret at this point. "Fuck..." she whispered, "They put itching powder in my diaper, and it's been driving me mad all day..."

Danni looked down at Clara's puffy humiliation pants, mortified. "Why'd they put itching powder in your diaper?" she asked, gaping.

"I, uh..." Clara stumbled, realising that eventually Danni would now find out that itching powder was used on girls who masturbated, and then would realise that Clara was masturbating in her enema filled diaper on her first day, and then... well, Clara just hoped that Danni wouldn't put two and two together beyond that, and only presume that Clara was just an overly horny individual, rather than being a huge secret fetishist for all of this, and possibly having written some of the horrific scenarios which they themselves were encountering.

"I um got in trouble" she simplified, leaving it at that.

"Shit, there she is" Danni said, suddenly distracted.

Clara glanced up in confusion, and then spotted Gem and three other girls waddling about.

"Let's face the other way." she suggested.

"We'll stick out in these uniforms" Danni reminded Clara, "We should go join some of the other crawlers in a sandpit, at least then we can't be cornered alone like jail toys for those girls."

Clara nodded, and they both began quickly crawling for the sandpit. She looked around, and finally saw Sarah Jane talking to some other senior girls, sitting in the shade on a small ledge of the large outer wall around their play area. She wanted to go there for help, but suddenly felt too babyish, being a crawler and all, and felt that Sarah Jane was her big sister but even that didn't let her cross school social bounds.

'Oh, poor little fetish girl' she mocked herself, 'Trapped in her sexual fantasy and oh so horrified.'

They reached the pit and were exhausted, and Clara wondered how long it would be until they stopped being crawlers. There were other crawlers here, and yet only Clara's group was considered new, so she realised with some disappointment that it would be weeks, if not months, before she walked - or waddled - again.

Perhaps if she put on an angel act, she thought, she might be able to speed things up. The thought struck her then, that such thinking was likely exactly what had caused some of the other girls to fall into their baby states - thinking that they could fake being regressed angels, but then it backfiring as it became natural for them. But to not be a crawler, she thought, might be worth meeting that inevitable regressed state anyway...

They found protection from Gem in the sandpit, but then suddenly seemed out of place there. Clara and Danni took positions and joined in the construction of the waterway which the girls were building to entertain themselves, seemingly long since having gotten over the shocking realisation that this was incredibly childish.

"The river is going to go from there to here" explained one girl, pointing.

"Oh," Clara replied nodding, and began digging her section. She found it harder to grind her diaper for relief on the sand, but couldn't bring herself to just awkwardly get back up and leave the sandpit now.

Soon one of the girls picked up the bucket of water which sat at the end of the pit, and poured it into the beginning of their combined river. They all watched in fascination as their work was put to the test, and the water ran through the snaking path which they had dug, passing between the small sand-pile "buildings" which lined the banks.

Clara stared, and felt relief when her section working out ok. She realised that she was happy for having done well in a preschool sandpit, and wanted to kick herself, but was too tired to care for long. Instead she simply watched the water continue to see how the other girls' sections did, and joined in a bit of communal sense of triumph when the whole river worked from end to end.

They were interrupted by a teacher's call. "Lunchtime girls!" came a woman's voice, and they all looked up, staring hungrily at small tables covered with triangle sandwiches which had their crusts cut off. Together they started crawling towards the preschool lunch, and Clara wondered what she had become.

To be continued...

The confusing lives of diapered adult school girls...

[Master X]

Another very good chapter.

I come every day to look for more.

[baby bear]

Great stuff! Been waiting for a new chapter thank you!

[ausdpr]

New chapters may be delayed a bit, due to a slight case of steam summer sales and Fallout 3. >_>

[little_kristy]

Nuuuuuu!!!!!!! Also try New Vegas. Way better

[ausdpr]

Yeah I tried F3 yeaaars ago, twice, and both times struggled to get started. I picked up NV during the sale also, but am just trying to get through F3 to get to NV.

It's not that it's a bad game, it's just that... everybody is so damn happy, in a post-apocolyptic wasteland... (And the fantastic old wasteland music seems to be missing.. but now I'm getting off topic )

[little_kristy]

I always wondered what that pre-war food tastes like. I mean 200 year old cola that's slightly irradiated? Yum

[babyredhead]

Another great chapter!!

[babynicole]

love it

[RUSH2112]

Is this story going to be continued?

[ausdpr]

Is this story going to be continued?

Yep, there's more chapters which are nearly finished, I'm just a bit busy with some business stuff at the moment sorry.

I'm also hoping to finally put out a diaper comic in the next week or so, after a year of working on it, so keep an eye out for that if you enjoy these sorts of themes.

[babyredhead]

Can't wait for the next chapters!!

[ausdpr]

The comic is now online, so I can hopefully get back to the next chapter of this story soon (though I'm now super busy with work for the next few days, bah).

If you enjoy this story, defintely consider checking out the comic.

[babytom2]

Will this continue?

[ausdpr]

Yeah, I'm just in the midst of starting up a business after having qualified for some funding, and haven't had much free time lately.

[Sarah Penguin]

Yeah, I'm just in the midst of starting up a business after having qualified for some funding, and haven't had much free time lately.

Good luck wif dat, ausdpr *waves*

[D503]

This is a superbly written story. I hope one day there's more.

[babyredhead]

I have always loved this story and I would really love if this is picked up again. Please!!!???!!!