Dante'S Infanzia

[Personalias]

Sorry, accidentally posted it twice.

[abdl86]

This sounds scary. Wounder if he still thinking about to escaping now.

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[Personalias]

Chapter 7: Choosing battles.

Dante stared at the toothless boy who was shamelessly breastfeeding from the wet nurse. A lump formed in the back of Dante's throat. Now he knew why Lysa, despite close to 60 years being treated this way, had never tried to escape. This place might not be Hell, but it was looking close enough the more Dante learned. For all it pretended to be a daycare center, Limbo still couldn't change the fact that it was a prison for lost souls.

"Thanks for showing me that," Dante said to Lysa, as the stroller started moving again. Midori had settled down after her brief, Lysa-trained tantrum. "These guys don't mess around," he added.

"Don't worry about it," Lysa responded, "I benefit just as much as you do." Dante's eyebrow cocked.

"What?" Lysa asked casually, as though Dante were asking a stupid question. "You think I'm trying to help you just out of the kindness of my heart? I'm a survivor, kid, not a savior. Dori cracked and went full baby years ago. Now she makes a good pet, but she's a lousy conversationalist. If I don't have an intelligent conversation every once in a while, I'll go full baby too." Dante's feelings should have been hurt by this confession, but they weren't. If anything, it made him like Lysa more. Greed and self-preservation were emotions that a man could trust. Ideals and sentimentality made someone unpredictable.

The ruthless, reptile part of Dante's brain definitely liked Lysa. She was aggressive and obnoxious, but knowledgeable, and ruthless in her own way as well. She knew when to recognize emotions, and when to disregard them and go with logic.

It's a shame she had ended up here, really. If she had gone to college like she had intended, she could have had a very productive life. Once Dante got the swing of things around here, this could turn into a beautiful and mutually beneficial friendship. The fact that Lysa was being so brutally honest about her reasons only cemented the partnership in Dante's eyes.

"The Judy's are getting better and better at their jobs every year." the girl went on as the Newborn Room doors whirred open and the big babies were wheeled back into the main nursery, "and because of that I'm getting fewer and fewer people to shoot the poop with every year."

"So if you train my mind up," Dante finished her thought, "we can keep close by and keep each other from ending up like Dori." Midori had heard her name and started babbling nonsensically from the Judy's back. Dante called back, "Love you too, Dori!" The babbling quieted.

"Exactly," Lysa said, a small show of pride on her face. "You know, Dante, you're pretty smart….when you're not crying like a wimp or throwing a complete temper tantrum." she giggled. She balled her hands into fists and placed them on her cheeks. She started rotating her fists to make the classic "cry baby" pose "Wah wah. I'm dead. Wah! Why didn't they draw on my face?" Even Dante had to laugh at himself, remembering that performance earlier this morning.

"Oh yeah?" Dante said good naturedly, "You're pretty good at getting sophisticated, and thoughtful, and deep….until you wet yourself."

Lysa laughed, nodding her head. "Yeah, that's the problem with getting philosophical around here: the more you talk, the better chance you have of peeing your pants right in the middle of it, and ruining the whole mood."

"Then it's a good thing neither of us are wearing pants, isn't it?" he grinned. Lysa burst out into a full hysterical cackle. If she hadn't been buckled in so tightly, she would have definitely been doubled over in laughter.

"Good one," she said once she had regained enough composure to talk. She stuck her hand out for a high-five and Dante obliged her.

"So," Dante asked. "How'd you and your sister end up here, on the same day no less?"

"Huh?" Lysa said, caught off guard. "Oh right, that. I figured you were gonna ask that. I'd rather not talk about it right now." She looked away to avoid Dante's gaze.

"Come on," Dante gently nudged, "I'll tell you my death, if you tell me yours."

"You," Lysa said pointedly, still not looking at Dante, "probably died acting like a party animal and a hot dog after drinking too much." Damn. She had him in there. "Probably at some stupid early birthday party to celebrate your 'man hood'", she added. Ouch. This was the problem of having emotional breakdowns and ranting in front of smart girls. Against the better part of his valor, Dante still tingled with curiosity. Time for another tactic.

"Oh come on, Lysa," he persisted. "It's not like you murdered your little sister." Lysa's head whipped around and looked him dead in the eye.

"Her name is Caroline," she spat, "and I did not murder her."

"Well, what else am I to think with you doing the whole silent and guilty thing?" Dante asked, trying to sound innocent and failing miserably. "I mean, if you tell me the truth, there's no way I'd think that you were responsible for Caroline's death."

"You want the truth?!" Lysa hissed. "Fine." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them.

"My father wasn't what you would call a good man," she began. "He drank and had a temper. Even when he was sober he had a temper, but especially when he drank. He used to beat my mother all the time. I was lucky to get even one baby sister, from all the miscarriages he caused. But the cops never looked into it. Damn sons of bitches" she cursed. Dante felt horrible and it must have shown. Lysa's face softened, as did her tone.

"It was a different time," Lysa said in explanation. As if that could explain it. "Anyway, soon after Caroline was born, he came home VERY drunk one night. More drunk than usual. When I woke up, he was shouting at my mother. Caroline was crying her head off. Something about the new baby ruining everything.

"Then," she kept talking, "I heard my mother screaming; telling him to let the baby go. To stop shaking the baby." The lump in Dante's throat reformed. He had a sinking feeling about what was coming next. But he let her continue. He had asked for this after all.

"My mom's screaming only got louder when the baby stopped. Dad decided to try and shut her up, so he started swinging on her too. Then she got real quiet.", Lysa whispered. "I ran and took his hunting rifle from the fireplace mantle. Then I went and splattered his brains all over the silly clown wallpaper." she shuddered.

"I had wanted to go to college, mostly so I could get out of that place. But after that, I knew there was no going to college. So I ran upstairs, took out his shaving razor," Lysa took two fingers and raked them across her wrist, "and ended it the only way I could bear." Through all this, Lysa didn't even shed one single tear. Only the slightest tremble in her voice gave hint at any emotion resembling sadness. Poor girl had gone numb from the ages.

"Happy?" Lysa asked.

"No." Dante answered.

"Good.", she said.

"Man, that's fucked up," Dante exclaimed.

"Yeah, it is." Lysa confirmed. They rolled on through twists in turns in silence for a few moments. "Oh look," she said, her tone brightening as the grayish blue carpet gave way to checkered linoleum. "Lunchtime!"

They came upon what looked like a kitchen set-up. A white refrigerator sat in the corner. In the middle of the floor, about a dozen high chairs- most of them already occupied with babies of various ages- sat in a semicircle. Three more Judy's: A ginger in a green dress, a tow-headed Judy in jeans and a white t-shirt with colorful handprints on it, and dark haired one in a cardigan sweater- had already begun spoon feeding their kids.

Dante hadn't spotted this area yet either, but considering there were bottomless trashcans and magical supply cabinets, he supposed it was possible for the floors and play areas to change as they needed. This might have been like a giant "Room of Requirement" geared specifically for big babies.

"Sorry, we're late gang," the Judy in the scrubs said. "We just got done with a visit to Caroline." The other Judy's just nodded and said the equivalent of "don't worry about it." as their Judy walked over to three empty highchairs and began detaching the holding trays. They were the modern style high chairs, the kind designed to cradle the occupant as they were being spoon fed.

Dante's eye was drawn to a group of three high-school aged kids, two guys and a girl. He noticed them partially because unlike the other children, they were locked into the old-fashioned style of highchairs, with a straight back and a hard seat; their arms were all pinned to their sides by the tray. Mostly though, he noticed this because they were all stripped naked save for their diapers. (What could he say? Dante's eye was drawn to a decent rack.) Not even bibs adorned their persons, and their torsos were covered with some kind of glop. Baby food. All the Judy's had plastic bowls full of the stuff placed on the trays.

"I just got them yesterday," the redhead Judy in the green dress said to her cohorts. "They're such fussy eaters that I don't even bother to dress them for meal time. I just strip them out of their little outfits and redress them when they're done." The other Judy's nodded their approval.

"Dante's new too," the blonde Judy in the scrubs said, "but he's been a little angel all day." She unbuckled Dante from the stroller and hoisted him up into the highchair. He could feel one of the boys staring at him. He swore he heard the word "freak" muttered as the tray was clicked into place. Fuck that guy. He didn't know it, but he was on the fast track to complete babification at this rate.

The three topless prisoners struggled against their bonds to no avail, as one at a time their Judy tried to spoon feed them. They twisted and turned their heads, resulting in most of the glop getting smeared on their cheeks instead of in their mouths. The fire in their eyes looked less threatening once you took in their current state of undress. One of them, not realizing that the stain would disappear on contact, spat food right at the redheaded Judy. The Judy did not even register it. She just persisted in trying to spoon feed the young man.

Suddenly, the girl wailed out, "NOT AGAAAAAIIIIN!" as she stared down between her legs. "Why can't I go potty anymore?! I just wanna go home!" She broke down and started sobbing. The Judy in the green dress assured her that if she was a good girl and finished all of her num-nums, then she'd get changed into a nice, dry diaper before nap time. The girl nodded meekly and allowed herself to be fed. The other baby teens either pretended not to notice these goings on, or were really too far gone themselves to care.

Dante's Judy went over to the refrigerator and brought out three bowls of mush. It looked like it had the consistency and texture of applesauce, save that it was rainbow colored. Dante was worried, but a quick glance at Lysa showed her to be unconcerned. He thought about fighting it- he didn't really want to be spoon fed, after all- but one look at the other three new arrivals made him think twice. Besides, his stomach reminded him, he was hungry. Other than the bottle of milk, he hadn't eaten anything since he got here.

The Judy tied a bib around Dante and his two companion's necks. Midori's read: "Spit Up Happens." Lysa's had "Lunch is on ME!" written on hers. He looked down at his own, and read it upside down. His own bib said, "SIMH: Stuck In My Highchair." Great. These were angel moms with a sense of humor.

The Judy took out a rubber tipped spoon and dipped it into the rainbow colored glop. Dante opened his mouth and she spooned it right in. Thank goodness she wasn't doing the stupid "here comes the choo-choo train" routine. He was feeling too hungry right now to want to wait on some stupid game.

The glop wasn't bad at all. It was chilled from the refrigerator, and actually tasted a little bit like an applesauce slushy. What caught Dante off guard, though, was how the stuff expanded in his mouth a moment after touching his tongue. His cheeks puffed out as his mouth became more crowded, and Dante swallowed the stuff down as fast as he could. A little bit of the stuff burst from his unprepared lips and dribbled out onto his chin, sliding down onto the bib.

"Whoops!" the Judy cried out, not actually sounding surprised, as she used the baby spoon to scrape some of the food off of Dante's chin. "Good thing we put that bib on you, huh Dante?" Instantly Dante realized that this food was designed to make him need a bib and thus feel more dependent, more helpless, more babyish. Rather than losing his cool, Dante just smiled, nodded, and pretended he was giving her the middle finger.

"Thassa good boy!" the Judy praised. "Now give me just two more bites, and it'll be Lysa's turn, then Midori's turn, then yours again." Dante accepted that he couldn't do anything to make this situation better, and accepted the two spoonfuls; mouth exploding applesauce and all.

Then, their Judy went to Lysa and did a similar routine. Three spoonfuls, then switch. Then to Midori. Then back to Dante. This routine continued till the Judy was scraping the bottom of the bowl and Dante was feeling good and full. The other babies were finishing up at about the same time.

"All gone," Dante's Judy proclaimed as she spooned in the last of the expanding glop past Dante's lips. There wasn't even enough left to leak out of his mouth, so Dante just gulped the stuff down. "Now, time for a milky ba-ba and a niiiiiice nap." the Judy said as she collected the bowls, threw them down a bottomless trashcan, went to the fridge.

Dante shot Lysa a look. "I thought you said…?" he began.

"I said they feed us the milk AT LEAST twice a day." Lysa interrupted. "Sometimes they do more. I'm guessing it's because of those three." she said, indicating the three struggling prisoners in nothing but their diapers. "They wouldn't calm down enough.", she said.

The ginger Judy in the green dress had already managed to force the nipple of one bottle past the lips of one of the struggling boys, and his eyes had gone vacant. The Judy let out his tray enough so he could move his arms and hold up the bottle himself. The broken girl in the wet diaper accepted hers without struggle and was just starting to smile idiotically from behind her bottle.

"When someone makes a lot of trouble here," Lysa said, "they make it harder on all of us. Just let it happen," she sighed resignedly, "and it'll be over with before you know it."

Dante did his own sigh, as the Judy in the scrubs handed him a bottle filled with the milk of human kindness. He accepted it and drank in the creamy liquid.

Instantly, his cares melted away as his thoughts became more infantile. He was engulfed in a sense of peace and serenity. He was so lucky to be here, he reflected. It was as if everything was going to be okay, no matter what. Dante could literally do no wrong here. He could play all day, or laze around, even pee himself, and no one would scold him. No Mrs. Applegate to quiz him. No parents to lecture him. This ruled!

Even though in the back of his mind, he knew this was all a lie, honestly, it wasn't that different from being drunk. When you're drunk you can rush to the bathroom, puke up the 5 rum and cokes you just power chugged, clean up a little bit, look in the mirror, and say "Damn, I look good." Then go back to the party for more rum and cokes. You know you don't really look that good, and you know it's all a booze induced feeling of euphoria; but right then, you don't really care because you're euphoric. This was even better though, because there was no hangover, guaranteed. This milk got rid of hangovers.

Mama Judy took his empty ba-ba away, wiped his face with the bib, and unlocked the tray. She had been so good to him today. She checked his diaper and told him that he was dry (though he likely wouldn't be for very long, not that it mattered.)

He could pee-pee in her arms right now, and she wouldn't get mad. If he was really lucky, maybe Mama Judy and her friend in the green dress would have another race using him and the topless girl. That way he could "accidentally" cop a feel on her while he was having his penis wiped and stroked by Mama Judy. Dante's padded crotch crinkled a little as his nether regions readjusted themselves at the thought.

Still dry, Dante made Mama Judy proud by giving two loud burps as she patted his back. Then she carried him out of the kitchen area and around a corner into an area with extra-large cribs. Mama Judy laid him down on his back in one of the cribs.

Looking up, Dante could see a mobile hanging over him. Stars, the sun and the moon, and a comet all hung over Dante's head. Even better, they all had smiley faces painted on them. They were all happy celestial bodies! (Weird that Dante could remember the term "celestials," but still couldn't think of a synonym for potty.) Still tripping, Dante reached up for the plastic bodies, not even thinking to sit up. It was comfortable in this crib, and he didn't want to sit up anyways. His hand didn't even come close to grasping them.

Mama Judy reached up and flicked a switch. The mobile started turning, a soft mechanical whirring the only indication that it wasn't magic. Dante had never been to a Pink Floyd concert, but he assumed it must be a lot like this. He was in awe.

"Sleep tight, little Dante," Mama Judy cooed. "See you after your nappy nap."

Entranced by the mobile, and high as a kite from the milk, Dante didn't even hear Mama Judy as she left to go get his friends. Instead, he drifted off into a dreamless slumber just after popping his thumb into his mouth.

To Be Continued...

[thong5]

Great story , Hoping for more soon.

[diaperpt]

This is such an interesting story. Just imagining how Dante must be feeling; looking forward to an eternity being treated like a baby and if Lysa is telling the truth, the only way to 'save' yourself is not to fight it, but accept it. But in doing that, you will forever realize you're an adult (or within a few minutes, as Dante was) and have to suffer with being in diapers and treated like a baby.

Would it be easier/better to give in and become a baby?

Is there any way out of this for any of these 'babies'?

I don't want this story to wrap up too soon. It's too good. I want to read more and more. Still, I'm very curious and thinking ahead to how it might resolve.

[Personalias]

Chapter 8: You win some, you lose some.

Dante woke up an hour or two later, feeling refreshed, sober, and wet. His second diaper change went much easier than his first one, partially because he really was starting to accept this process as inevitable. It didn’t hurt that he had wet in his sleep, either. For some reason, it was easier to take knowing that he was unconscious when the inevitable happened. Maybe bed wetting was slightly more grown up than wetting while conscious, and that’s why toddlers could wet the bed up to a certain age and it be no big deal.

He had been feeling very cold and clammy below the waist, so the change was a welcome one. Dante did some rough estimation at that fact. He must have wet soon after he fell asleep, his bladder further loosened by the fresh dose of angel milk.

Now dry, and rested, Dante found himself and his playmates plopped down in the middle of a cubicle room filled with toys, bocks, baby books, and other such diversions. Their Judy set them each down, gave them a pat on the tushie and told them to go play. Apparently, now was free play time in the nursery- or more accurately time to stretch their legs in the prison yard.

Within minutes, they were joined by other babies, their Judy’s carrying them in one at a time and setting them down. A few Judy’s took position as activity supervisors, attempting to coax the baby-kids into some form of play or another- maybe offering to read a story. Other Judy’s simply hung back at the perimeter of the cubicle and talked to each other while pointing at and making various side comments about their infant prisoners.

The Judy in the green dress was nowhere to be seen. Likely her wards were too rebellious to be allowed to play nice with the others, so they had been sequestered for further conditioning. Poor saps. Dante felt a (perhaps) undeserved sense of pity and superiority over them. If they kept struggling so openly, they‘d never get any freedom at all. Even small freedoms presented opportunities; opportunities that could be taken advantage of when the time was right….

Nope, at this rate they’d be just as doomed as Midori in no time; their Judy watching them like a hawk, smothering them with conditioning and pre-programmed motherly affection. Quiet defiance was the way to go, as far as Dante was concerned. If Dante was going to keep his sanity and even escape this place one day, (What, let a little threat like eternity as a newborn stop him completely? Naaaaaaaaah.) he’d have to play it cool and lay low. Right now, laying low meant getting with the program and getting some serious playtime on.

“Looks like we lucked out, today

[diaperpt]

Very interesting addition! Even though the Judy's ignored his attempts to use a potty, signing might (or might not) be a key to this whole puzzle.

By the way, on my way to work this morning I happened to see a car whose license plate was "Judy - 15".

I couldn't help but laugh. I wanted to signal the car off to the side of the road and ask for a change!

[Fulldiaper]

This is an interesting premise. I do hope that you'll continue the story line and let us see what's on Dante's mind and yours.

[Personalias]

Roughly half-way done with the overall story by my calculations. I have every intention of finishing this. Will post tomorrow if I'm lucky. Wednesday by the latest if not. Expect Tuesday.

[Personalias]

Chapter 9: Of Anchors and Epiphanies.

After spending the better part of a day in Limbo Nursery 1017AB, Dante found the following truths to be self evident: A clean diaper felt comfy. A warm, wet diaper felt pretty good, too. A cold wet diaper felt uncomfortable. A really wet, warm diaper was practically a pocket pussy. A poopy diaper felt disgusting and was made of fail; it was just this side of water-boarding.

Speaking of torture, while the Judy’s had in fact drawn attention to Dante’s predicament over by the television, they weren‘t the one‘s who had made it worse. They had ignored his please for the potty as he made a bowel movement right in front of them, but once he had given in to their demands- like a pet chimpanzee learning a new trick- a Judy picked him up and carried him over to the changing table.

The only really big difference between a wet diaper change and a messy diaper change, Dante found, was that the wiping was much more thorough and the process took longer. Still, it had been embarrassing. Dante now sat up against the wall and sulked in his public humiliation. Experimentally, Dante poked his finger ever so slightly into the leg hole of his diaper. He pulled his finger out quickly and it came back a shade whiter. The Judy’s had really overdone it with the baby powder.

Another baby about his age, a black guy in a green romper, crawled up and tried to console Dante.

“First time pooping your pants?

[diaperpt]

Wow! You've packed an awful lot into this chapter. Lots and lots to think about. You're developing the relationships between the 'babies' and bringing out some amazing introspection on Dante's part.

The groundwork you've laid for the story's continuation is intricate and solid.

I'm completely hooked!

[Fulldiaper]

I love that you're building the characters and their relationships. I also love that you're adding an adult feel to it. Please do continue!

[Personalias]

I figured an adult feel might be appropriate since the term for many of us is ADULT babies. Speaking of which, a less profound, less lengthy, but still fun chapter coming up.

[Personalias]

Chapter 10: Second Chances.

Blackness. Dante Willis was surrounded in blackness. The first sounds that came to his ears were screaming. Horrible, terrified screaming. Then the jumbled mumbled walla walla of a crowded room, and the deafening silence of speakers being cut off. He vaguely thought he heard some kind of bizarre gibberish screaming hysterically.

“Blah blah blah not breathblah

[Fulldiaper]

wow, flash back to a Dallas episode....it was a dream sequence

[Personalias]

Kind of cheesy I know. But I wanted to psych out the readers in a fake and cliche'd ending.

[diaperpt]

What a twist! Had me going on that one! The dream of the dead was a nightmare and now he's back to living his other nightmare!

AND, we're not done yet! (thanks for that...loving the story...)

I have thoughts on how this might end, but if I'm right, I don't want to say anything now. There are still lots of ways the story could go.

The suspense is great.

[WBDaddy]

OK, gotta hand it to you - that dream sequence is the most amazing irony I've ever witnessed in ABDL literature. I can't wait to see where you're going from here.

And no f***ing way is it cheesy.

[babylin]

Thank You Rod Serling!

Makes me happy reading this.

Your next chapter eagerly anticipated.

Happiness Is Wearing Cotton Diapers

[LilDavid]

I'm loving this story! I did think that he had survived, and woke up in the hospital though. In hindsight, the fact the hospital people looked like people he met in Limbo should have told me otherwise.

[Personalias]

Chapter 11- Communion.

Dante immediately told Lysa the next morning about the horrible nightmare he had had the next morning. “Don’t let it rattle you,

[diaperpt]

I get so wrapped up in this story! Its so good. You are doing a fantastic job of keeping interest up in the characters and wondering what's going to happen next.

I wonder if Dante will actually slip back to babyhood or if he'll find his anchor and successfully keep his adult mind. I wonder if holding out is actually the wrong thing to do and life is truly better regressed to a baby. I wonder if Lysa can be Dante's anchor. I wonder what's really going on with Lysa - what her real story is.

While this is a very Roman Catholic concept - the idea of limbo - I'm loving the whole exploration of what heaven is like and what an afterlife might be.

[LilDavid]

I loved Dante's grandparents! Grandpa was a riot! But I look forward to what will happen in the next chapter too!

[Personalias]

For the record: I'm not Catholic. I have some friends that were raised Catholic, but that's about it. This story is neither a support or condemnation of the Roman Catholic church, or any religion in general. The whole idea of this story came to me while I was skimming through the Divine Comedy, and remembered the bit about Limbo being where unbaptized babies went.

Thank you all for sticking with the story thus far.

[LilDavid]

Heck, I'm Episcopalian (Anglo-Catholic, Church of England) and I'm not offended by this story at all. Looking forward to more.