Tested

[ABAlex]

(Nearing the end! This is the first part of the last chapter. Thank you all for reading what is now my longest story, as always I hope you like it and would appreciate any comments or critiques. I apologize for any changes in style after over a year between the first and last parts lol)

Jessica lounged on the ground, lazily piling blocks into towers and knocking them back down. It passed the time slowly, but it was better then nothing.

"No, see? If you don't hit them, they can stay up longer! Now you try!" the sickeningly sweet voice of Valerie, her current caretaker, said. She bent down beside Jessica and piled some of the blocks to demonstrate. Jessica glared at her. She patted Jessica's head, then moved on.

Jessica would have said something, but she knew it wouldn't have gotten her anywhere. With her pacifier in her mouth, any arguing would only end with corner times. Even if they listened to her, the only result would be them smiling and nodding, patting her head for being a good baby and sharing her ideas, then leaving things exactly as they were while giggling about it behind her back. Jessica remembered watching a movie where a man was being tricked into an insane asylum and realized that once he was in there was no way out, because any argument he didn't belong there would just sound like more signs of mental illness. Well, here it was the same, except instead of sounding crazy, any of her arguments were treated like the babbling of a baby. She could wax poetic as long as she wanted, and they'd pat her head, give her a teddy bear, and wonder if her whining meant she wanted a bottle or a diaper change. Never would they consider it a reason for her to get out.

The "here" she wanted out of was the same nursery she'd been in almost every school day now for... months? Years? She couldn't tell. It was where she stayed when she wasn't at home, sleeping in a crib and crawling around a playpen. It was good for her, they said, a place to be with people her own "age." "Assigned age" might be more accurate, "level" was what they called it. The actual age of the people she was meant to be on level with made her shudder.

"OOO GAA."

Jessica looked to her left where a baby- an actual baby- was crawling toward her. The room was full of them, ranging from the smallest newborns to toddlers taking their first steps. They all seemed perfectly at home in the massive nursery. Painted in bright rainbow colors and cartoon characters, and filled with cribs, high chairs, rockers and stuffed animals, with nurses walking around feeding bottles to the babies, it was perfectly suited for the intended residents. In this world, that included Jessica. Each of the babies, as well as Jessica, were dressed in simple t-shirts, exposed diapers, and bonnets, a fact that put Jessica uncomfortably close to their level. She sat up, hoping to at get some height on them.

A nurse was coming around checking diapers, tapping each baby on the back panel and front before opening them to check inside. Jessica closed her eyes and prayed she'd avoid her.

"AH!" she gasped as a cold hand opened her diaper and the other pushed her forward. She bit down hard on her pacifier. Watching the nurse go from infant to infant then arrive at Jessica and treat her in exactly the same way always got to her, no matter how long she spent in this bizarre world.

"All clean!" the nurse proclaimed, giving her a congratulatory pat on the head. She looked at the baby beside her. "Why don't you play with little Melly? I bet you two would get a long. I saw you trying to talk to Mark earlier, but he's almost a toddler, so he's a bit too advanced for you."

Jessica could have cried. The person in question, Mark, had come up to ask her why someone her size was still in diapers and in the nursery. She tried to look away and ignore him, and was punished for being anti-social.

"Are you still having trouble with those blocks?" the nurse asked.  "Here, play with these." She handed Jessica and Melly identical stuffed rabbits. Melly cooed over it and began biting its ear. "See? She's got the hang of it. You two have fun, I have more diapers to check." 

Jessica grunted. She grabbed the rabbit by the head and threw it on the ground in front of her. She immediately knew she would regret it, bu

"Jessica! That is now how we play with our toys!" the nurse said, returning. She picked up the rabbit and handed it back to her. "See? Even Melly gets it." Melly was making the rabbit bounce accross the ground. "Honestly I don't know what to do with you. Come here."

She grabbed Jessica by the wrist and pulled her up. "MMM MMM!" Jessica shook her head, pigtails flying, as she was dragged toward the spanking bench. "No!" She said finally, and again winced as she realized she had broken another rule.

The nurse rounded on Jessica and put a finger in her face. "Now. First of all, we don't throw toys. Next, we don't argue with grown ups. Then, we don't speak with pacis in our mouths. Finally, if you can't walk, we can restrict you to crawling again. Want that?"

Jessica shook her head.

"How many strikes is that?"

Jessica held up three fingers. She wasn't expected to use numbers, the nurses used fingers when talking to her.

The nurse rolled her eyes. "No, this many." She held up four. Jessica winced, she hadn't counted the pulling as a strike since the nurse treated it as a mistake, but she could tell the nurse took it as her not counting properly. "For that, forty spanks, then corner time. Come on."

"MMMM MMM!" Jessica whined as she was dragged to the spanking bench. A heavy wooden chair with no sides, it was made specifically to accommodate one adult with another hung over their lap, and was used almost exclusively for Jessica. Of all the things they decided she wasn't too small for, they still considered her big enough to take a mature number of spanks.

The nurse say down and pulled Jessica over. She didn't resist, it was a position she was all to used to, and knew better then to fight back.

"EEEP!" Jessica shouted. The first smack barely made an impact, but she knew it was getting worse. They always kept her diapers on now for spankings, not expecting her to be mature enough to control herself even that long, but after the first few spanks, she barely noticed the extra protection. The pain began to mount, and Jessica began to cry.

It was almost daily now they had some reason to spank her. The other day she had dropped a bottle when they unexpectedly decided to let her hold it on her own making it spill- a mistake they wouldn't be making again, they told her. The day before she had sat right down after the diaper checker informed her she was messy, after they had told her she could try keeping it safe after being checked so she didn't make more work for the changer. Aside from that, there were tantrums, arguing, not getting along with her 'equals,' the list went on.

The spanking was nearing its end, and Jessica was sobbing openly. It came almost naturally now, she had long since given up hiding her tears during punishments. The nurse picked her up and sat her on her lap. She stroked Jessica's back and rocked her to calm her crying. 

"Honestly, I don't know what we are going to do with you. You just don't seem to be learning! Even with just the time you've been here, you should be approaching toddler level, but you seem to be falling even further back."

Jessica sobbed again, and the nurse wiped her tears.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we'll think of something. There is a place for everyone here. Maybe they are right about you."

Jessica looked up at her, question in her eyes.

The nurse saw the look and patted her head. "Nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about. Just grown ups talking."
 

[BjornRdr]

I was waiting for so long, checking several times a week just for this story! So happy with this update Thank you.

[ABAlex]

16 minutes ago, BjornRdr said:

I was waiting for so long, checking several times a week just for this story! So happy with this update Thank you.

Thank you so much for saying so! It makes me happy to know you were watching for it. Sorry it took so long, and thanks for reading all this time!

[Sarah Penguin]

Enjoyed this.  Hmm wonder if they'll decide she's too immature to play with crawlers and toddlers and just put her in with newborns in a baby swing or baby  bouncer where she can't be mean to the other children in her nursery room.  Day after day in her giant baby swing or bouncers having to play with the built in toys endlessly I think are coming and they'll prolly not let her crawl  or toddle so being moved around from place to place in prams or strollers or being carried. Please have some sudden inspiration and continue the story? 

[ABAlex]

6 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

Enjoyed this.  Hmm wonder if they'll decide she's too immature to play with crawlers and toddlers and just put her in with newborns in a baby swing or baby  bouncer where she can't be mean to the other children in her nursery room.  Day after day in her giant baby swing or bouncers having to play with the built in toys endlessly I think are coming and they'll prolly not let her crawl  or toddle so being moved around from place to place in prams or strollers or being carried. Please have some sudden inspiration and continue the story? 

Oh she's spent her time in bouncers and baby swings, I promise you that! She's basically at the lowest level they have, even other 'actual' babies are above her. Don't worry though, the story isn't over yet, and there is still another way for her to sink. :p More coming still!

thanks for commenting! :)

[Sarah Penguin]

17 minutes ago, ABAlex said:

Oh she's spent her time in bouncers and baby swings, I promise you that! She's basically at the lowest level they have, even other 'actual' babies are above her. Don't worry though, the story isn't over yet, and there is still another way for her to sink. :p More coming still!

thanks for commenting!

Are they going to send her back to her own dimension with a Failed! stamp on her diapered bottom where the wish granter becomes her very eternally disappointed Daddy?  Hmm

[ABAlex]

10 minutes ago, Sarah Penguin said:

Are they going to send her back to her own dimension with a Failed! stamp on her diapered bottom where the wish granter becomes her very eternally disappointed Daddy?  Hmm

hahaha that be funny, having to work for that guy forever  every time they rub the lamp two genies would pop out, him, and Jessica in her diapers. The only wishes she can fulfill are the ones involving snuggles and diaper changes.

But someone needs to have patience ? more will come and you will see baby Jessica's fate!

Added: Ugg though that would mean being stuck in the tiny lamp with the smell of her dirty diapers until someone comes along. Not fun for the genie

[Little Giammy]

Hi. What do you think about diaper changes while Jessica and her new mommy are in the playground? 

[ABAlex]

2 hours ago, Little Giammy said:

Hi. What do you think about diaper changes while Jessica and her new mommy are in the playground? 

Hello!

I do like the idea. However the end is already written, so you'll have to wait and see if it happens or not.

[Little Giammy]

Ok 

[ABAlex]

26 minutes ago, Little Giammy said:

Ok 

Thanks for understanding. The next part will be up by the end of the day and the rest within the next few days/weeks, so you will see it soon.

[ABAlex]

The nursery was empty except for Jessica and a few of the nurses. She knew it was outside the normal hours she was expected to be there, though she had no idea why. She wasn't expected to be able to tell time and was never told what was going on. Even if the plans concerned her, the best she could get was piecing it together from 'adults' who spoke about her as if she wasn't there.

She sat cross legged on the floor, being watched by a single nurse who smiled at her whenever she looked over. The toys were all piled away, none were within reach of Jessica. That in itself was odd, normally she was given some kind of toy that was intended to 'improve' her capabilities, or at least entertain her at her expected age.

She looked back at the nurse again and considered asking, but thought better of it. The pacifier in her mouth was still a solid clue she wasn't expected to talk, so she tried to guess what was happening on her own. Her outfit- a plain baby blue t shirt, exposed nursery printed diaper with her 'favorite cartoon characters' on them, soft pink booties and mittens, with her hair in the usual ribbon-bowed pigtails, was the sort of thing she wore at home or in stroller walks, but not the usual nursery uniform. Whatever she was here for, it wasn't the nursery level 'classes' she took on school days. She shook her head. The lack of other babies- ACTUAL babies, she corrected herself- told her that anyway. After all, it wasn't a school day, it was... What was it again? What were the days of the week here? Jessica couldn't remember, and swore at herself.

"Its ok dear, it will make sense in a moment," the nurse said, deciphering Jessica's confused glances. "Someone very special is coming in who is going to be your new caretaker, and we are going to start something new! Isn't that exciting!"

Part of Jessica wanted to role her eyes, but instead she smiled and nodded her thanks. It was more information then she usually got from adults who half the time seemed unsure if she could even speak properly. She had gone through several caretakers since she was demoted to the nursery under Becky's reign. Most had followed a basic routine. Make sure she got to the nursery alright, check on her from time to time, monitor her progress or lack thereof, and leave most of the work to the nurses. They'd change her diapers a few times, fed her, play with her, show her off to their friends, give her a failing grade and get their credit and move on as she stayed in the nursery. It was a pattern she was used to, and didn't worry about.

The door opened, and Jessica's mouth followed suite. THAT was unexpected.

"Hey baby girl!" Marianne said, putting her hands on her knees and leaning over her.

"Wha..what are you doing here?" Jessica said as her pacifier fell out of her gaping mouth. The answer seemed obvious, but she didn't want to accept it.

"I'm your new caretaker silly! And I'll be spending a lot more time with you then those other ones since your such a special littler girl," she ruffled Jessica's hair and smiled.

"What!? Thats not fair! You're younger! You're... you're..."

"Yes silly baby but all of your caretakers have been younger then you for a while. You know that doesn't matter."

"Yes but... but you're... my younger sister!" 

"Of course! So I know you better!"

"BUt you're... youre..." Jessica felt tears welling up inside her. She tried to fight it, but he shame and sadness overcame her. This wasn't just anyone, this was Marianne, someone she'd known for years and had once been seen as more mature then. She had watched her graduate from diapers into training pants, then panties, from elementary to high school, college and work, from bottles and being spoon fed to feeding herself, while Jessica struggled and fell back. Now she was hear, respected as an adult, taking care of Jessica as she sat in her diapers suckling pacifiers. She began sniffling, then started balling.

"ITS NOT FAIR!" she cried.

"Awww sweetie!" Marianne came forward and wrapped her in her arms. She sat on the ground, pulled Jessica into her lap, and began rocking her as she stroked her hair.

"Shhh tut tut, its ok. Wheres your paci baby girl?" She took the pacifier that had fallen out of Jessica's mouth and put it back in. "Here, want the teddy? Want Mr. Bear?" She held up a stuff animal and wiggled it in front of Jessica. 

Jessica shook her head, but Marianne pushed it toward her, and she cuddled it, finding reluctant comfort in its softness. Marianne continued to rock her in her lap until she stopped crying. She kissed her forehead.

"There, all better?" Marianne cooed, and Jessica nodded.

"Now, since our training before wasn't working for you, we are going to try to do something else, ok?" She poked Jessica's forehead and nose, making her go cross eyed, and giggled. Jessica nodded. "We are going to have a special route for such a special little girl. Its going to be fun, I promise! And then, when you succeed, you can show everyone what a good little baby you are and impress them!"

Jessica nodded, but wondered what it meant. She was going to 'show everyone what a good little baby" she was? How could that be true if she was going to get through training?

Marianne stood up and set her on the ground. She backed up a few steps then leaned forward again with her hands on her knees. "Now, come here baby girl!"

Jessica put a hand on the ground and began to stand up.

"Ah ah ah! That isn't what good babies do! Come here like a baby!" 

Jessica began to crawl, making Marianne giggle. "Almost there!" she said. "But not quite!"

Jessica looked at her in puzzlement.

Marianne backed up again. "Try again sweetie!"

Confused, Jessica began crawling. Marianne shook her head, and she stopped, then settled back down on her diaper.

"Good girl!" Marianne said. "That's exactly right! That's what a good little baby does. What else?"

Jessica looked around the room. Still wondering what she was supposed to be doing, she started crawling away from Marianne and toward a toy box.

"Good baby!" Marianne said again. She walked up to Jessica and put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Jessica giggled. She didn't understand what was going on, but after years of failing tests, it was nice to get praised for something.

"Now, whats one plus one?" she asked. "You can speak with your paci because its an adult asking a direct question."

Though the numbers were different in this world, Jessica knew this one. "Two," she lisped through the pacifier.

Marianne shook her head. "Noo noo, that's a grown up's answer. Try again?"

Jessica looked confused.

Marianne smiled. "Its ok, I know its hard for babies to learn these things. Nurse Lucy? Whats one plus one?"

"Two," the nurse smiled.

"See? She's a grown up, with a grown up answer. Now, you, a baby, tries. Whats one plus one?"

Jessica stared. "I don't know," she finally admitted.

"Good baby! What a good little baby!"

Jessica giggled again at the praise. She still didn't understand. Was she meant to get them wrong?

"Now, since your so good at baby math, can you count like a baby?" she asked.

Jessica considered what was happening. For calling her, walking was bad, crawling was better, falling was good and crawling in the wrong direction got her the most praise. For math, the right answer was wrong and not knowing got her praise. So, to get praise again... "One..." she began, and Marianne raised her eyebrows. "Uhh... three, ten, a million?" She tried with a weak smile.

"Yes! Good baby!" Marianne cheered, and Jessica laughed. All the other nurse began clapping. Jessica knew the situation should be humiliating, even more so then being diapered, or even failing past tests. This was them saying she was so far off that the best they could expect from her was to be deliberately wrong and act like she never learned a thing. It SHOULD be humiliating. However, she didn't feel that way. For so long she had tried to be good at anything at all and failed over and over. Now she seemed to be finally winning something, and the feeling was wonderful.

"Now, want a buh-buh?" Marianne asked, holding out a bottle of milk.

"Yeah yeah!" Jessica said, making grabby hands at the bottle, trying to imitate a baby.

"Here you go," Marianne said. She handed the toy to Jessica, who dropped it and spilled the milk on the ground.

"Good baby! Good baby for spilling your milk and dropping the bottle. That's exactly what a baby a baby would do. Hear, let me feed you." She held the bottle to Jessica, who drank as messily as possible and spilled more of the milk on her shirt, earning more praise from Marianne. The bottle emptied quickly, and Jessica belched loudly then laughed. If nothing except acting like a baby would get her praise, then she'd do what she needed to do. Marianne smiled and pattered her back.

Marianne took her by the hand and lead her to the toy box. She took out a colorful plastic box with holes in different geometric shapes on the sides, followed by a series of plastic shapes.

"Now baby girl, this is an educational toy moderated for someone between one and two. Can you figure it out?"

Jessica looked at the toy. She picked up a triangle and began pushing it to the triangle hole.

"MMM MMM!" Marianne shook her head.

Jessica turned the cube to the square and tried to jam the triangle in. She failed, gave up and threw it on the ground, faking a tantrum.

"YES! Good baby! That's exactly what a baby does. That two year old toy is way to hard for a young little baby like you," she ruffled Jessica's hair. "Here, play with these." She began handing Jessica stuffed animals. 

"Whats this?" Marianne said, holding up a stuffed elephant.

"Ummmm... a moo cow!"

"Yes! Good baby! And what does a cow say?"

"Meow!"

"Good baby!" Marianne ruffled her hair and handed her the toy. Condescending as it was, Jessica couldn't help but laugh in joy with each head rub.

Jessica began playing with the stuffed animals. Despite herself she had fun, throwing the toys around randomly and running them into each other with no regard for what the animals were supposed to be. This only delighted Marianne further. 

Jessica through a cow particularly hard, and it bounced off a wall. She began to crawl toward it, then thought again. Instead, she formed a different plan.

The next part went against everything she was and wanted to be. She had always prided herself on being able to take care of herself. However, she knew she had to succeed, and if doing that meant acting like a baby, she'd be the best baby she would be. 

Rather then go after the toy, she sat down, thought of all the times she had failed at tests, and began to scream and cry as loud as she could while pointing at the toy. She whined, and began to feel actual tears coming down her cheeks. TEARS! Over a toy! But she convinced herself she wanted it that badly, and her body reacted accordingly. She looked at Marianne through her tears, then back at the cow.

Marianne walked to the cow, picked it up and took it back. "Aww there you go sweetheart, and your such a good baby for crying and calling for help like that. You're doing so well!"

Jessica giggled and went back to playing. She made the cow 'run' along the ground, then went to her knees and into a crawling position. She felt a loud fart come out into her diaper as she did. She blushed. Years of being banned from the toilet had gotten her used to diapers, and things like that slipped out more and more.

Instead of getting angry, Marianne praised her and patted her diaper. "Good baby! That's exactly what a baby does." She waggled a finger at Jessica. "Remember, I don't want to my new baby ever trying to hold anything in. We used to try to train you to learn to hold it in so you could eventually use the potty, but that was silly of us, wasn't it? Too hard for a baby like you. So, instead, we are going to train you to need your diapers as much as possible. If you ever feel like you need to burp, let out gas, wet or mess your diaper and think you might be able to hold it, I want you to ignore that naughty big girl thought and just go, ok? If it gets itchy you can cry for help, but don't worry. We don't want you to think about trying to notice when you make a stinky diaper, that's for your caretaker."

Jessica stared at her.

"Jessica? Are you holding anything in now?"

Jessica kept staring.

"Push everything Jessica! Day one of your special type of potty training starts now!"

Jessica closed her eyes and pushed everything. She felt herself fart, then something else begin to bulge out in both sides. After a moment, she let out a steady steam into her diaper. She gasped as it expanded beneath her. Then another fart, and to her surprise she felt herself mess her diaper with a series of toots. The familiar, warm feeling of mush packing her bottom returned, and she shivered.

"Good baby!" Marianne all but shouted. "What a good little baby, using your diapers like that! Ohhh I'm so proud of you!"

Jessica smiled at her.

"Now, Jessica, is you diaper messy?"

Jessica understood the game now, and if she need to play it she would. She giggled and shook her head.

"No? You didn't mess your pampers?"

"Mmm mm!" Jessica shook her head again.

"Good baby! That's exactly right!"

"Now," she put a hand on Jessica's bottom and pressed it, pushing her mess into her so she would feel it. Jessica cringed at the feel.

"You can feel its messy, right baby?"

Jessica cringed deeper but didn't respond.

"I'm a grown up and you're a baby, right baby girl?"

Jessica nodded.

"And babies should listen to grown ups?"

Jessica nodded again.

"I smell a stinky diaper, and I think its you. I'm telling you you have a wet and messy diaper, and you can feel it when I push." She pushed again, and Jessica whined. "Now, what do good little babies like you do when you have a messy diaper and want a change?"

Jessica thought for a moment. What do babies do when they want a diaper change? She pushed her head back and began crying again. She realized how ridiculous she looked, sitting in a full diaper, crying because she wanted a 'grown up' to change her. If THAT wasn't baby-ish, she didn't know what was.

"Good baby!" Marianne said. "What a good little baby! I can't believe how well you are doing. Now, lets get you changed."

Marianne picked up the crying Jessica, carried her to the changing table and lay her down. Jessica settled into the pads and waited.

"Here, play with this while I clean you," Marianne said, and handed Jessica a toy. She untaped her diaper and opened it up, then waved a hand in front of her nose. "Whew! That's one stinky mess! What a good baby for making it!"

Jessica giggled. She had been punished over and over for this same thing, and now she was being praised, and it felt wonderful.

Marianne began wiping her down. "See? I always knew you'd be good at something. They tried over and over with different things, and sooo many people were almost ready to give up. But you know what? We always find something for everyone, and sometimes people are just good at being silly little babies. And that's you!"

Jessica giggled. It was an awful thing to be called 'good' at, but she only needed one thing to prove that genie wrong. If this was it, then she was happy Marianne was giving her the chance. It would be easy at least. She pointed at her pacifier, hoping to speak.

"Yes baby girl, what is it?" 

"Thank you Marianne," Jessica said.

Marianne laughed. "No no silly. Marianne is the name grown ups call me. That's too hard for babies to say. You can call me Mary."

Jessica's eyes went wide. "Ma...ry?" she asked.

"Yes! That's the name little babies like you call me."

Mary. The name brought back memories long since buried, from another life long ago. She remembered thinking Marianne seemed familiar, but with the name and age difference she never drew the connection. She never related the little girl she had first met, years younger then her, to the older, frumpy house keeper who had all but raised her but now... In her late 20s, with the actual name, it was undeniable.

"Marianne" from this world was "Mary" from hers, born a different year and different circumstances. She had always prided herself on her success over others, how she succeeded and others failed. Having someone older then her work for her had always seemed the ultimate proof, and she had even said so to the genie.

Now, here was the proof against. A different circumstance, different judgement, and there she was, far beneath someone younger then her. 

Could it have been the same in her world? If they had both been born to similar families, would she have ended up working for her "Mary?" She looked up at her- intelligent, hard working, friendly... someone who could do well with the right backing, and she ended up working a punishing job for Jessica. But now here she was, changing Jessica's diaper. 

Jessica thought back on their relationship in the other world. It wasn't that much different, really. She HAD changed Jessica's diapers even, albeit in a different circumstance. She had taken care of her for most of her life, raised her, taught her a lot... the only difference is Jessica had looked down on her before, and up to her now. All that abuse, all that time dismissing her, and now Jessica saw how much she owed to her.

She had to succeed somehow. If being Mary's 'baby' was the only way, she'd do it.

She looked back at Mary with a different kind of tears forming in her eyes. "Thank you Mary," she said.

 

[Sarah Penguin]

Hmmm

[ABAlex]

17 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

Hmmm

 

[Sarah Penguin]

4 hours ago, ABAlex said:

 

You are very very very silly.

[ABAlex]

14 hours ago, Sarah Penguin said:

You are very very very silly.

YOU'RE SILLY! ??

[ABAlex]

Jessica sat, strapped safely in her stroller, gleefully playing with her stuffed rabbit, Mr. Bun. She held it in front of her face, twisting its arms and ears back and forth, then pulled it into her chest to hug it.

A man and a woman, both in what Mary called "grown up weekend clothes", were walking down the path in front of her. They were covering their mouths and giggling as they pointed at her. Jessica smiled and waved at them. She would have called out, but she had her pacifier in her mouth and it felt to good to open.

The couple burst out laughing and waved back. "Hi baby girl! Having fun with your teddy?" the man asked, and the woman nudged him in the chest saying "shhhh."

Mary spoke from behind the stroller. "No, its ok, she likes being a good baby now."

"Aww what a good baby girl! So cute!" The woman said. They both coached over Jessica. Jessica smiled as they pinched her cheeks and rubbed her head.

Mary continued pushing the stroller. They were going down a cement path through a wooded park. Jessica thought she remembered the park from a time long ago. She recalled being asked to change someone here and running away, then trying to find a job. It all seemed so silly to her now.

She waved at another couple, who smiled and waved back. Jessica giggled. She loved how everyone who passed her smiled and laughed. It was nice to know she spread joy, and Mary said its because they loved how cute she looked in her diapers and adorable baby outfits. She looked down at her outfit now. It was a green dress with a a bow around the waist and thin straps over her shoulders and a white shirt with frilly cuffs. It came with a matching green bonnet and ribbons to keep her hair in proper pigtails, and evens said "baby" across the chest and had a brown teddy on it, which she loved. Better yet, her skirt was short enough to show off her pretty diapers, decorated with her favorite cartoon characters, and she had nothing else below it but her knee length socks and patent leather shoes. Mary said it was so it was easier to check her diapers, but Jessica liked that she could look at the cartoon characters whenever she wanted, and people seemed to point at it a lot when they giggled at her, so she assumed they thought it was cute too.

Approaching footsteps took her out of her thoughts. A group of students in shorts, immediately followed by another group in plain white diapers, were running toward her. Jessica remembered the uniforms from her time in high school, but instantly pushed the memories out of her head as 'naughty grown up thoughts', and not befitting a good baby like her. Instead, she accepted them as actual grown ups, more mature then she is, and accomplishing something well beyond her. She smiled and waved, and, remembering her thoughts about her diapers and how people smiled at them, she held up her skirt.

The students all began laughing as they ran. They waved back at her. "Hiii baby!" they shouted together, then laughed. Jessica laughed back and waved. She watched as they went behind her, admiring the thin, plain white cloth of their diapers, and impressed that they were mature enough to last so long in them. She couldn't fathom doing that and not leaking, or being able to tell when to go to the potty.

She settled back into her stroller and decided to go back to playing with her rabbit. However, when she looked at her hand, it was empty. She gasped, feeling her heart flutter. Frantically she began looking around the sides of her stroller. It was gone! She tried to think. She was playing with it in her hands, then people came by, she was waving at people, then it was gone. She tried to think of where it might have gone, but trying to make connections became difficult, so she pushed it out of her mind. She looked around again, getting worried, and felt tears forming.

She sat back down, put her head back and balled. She shouted and cried, waving her hands around.

The stroller stopped, and Mary came running around the front. She was also dressed in 'grown up work clothes'- a light colored three piece suit, with a short jacket, low cut shirt and tight dress pants.

"Whats wrong sweetie?" she asked. "Are you ok?"

"My bunny!" she cried, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Oh!" Mary said. She stood up and looked back. "There it is!" She ran behind the stroller as Jessica kept crying, then back, holding the rabbit. "You dropped it on the path as you were waving silly!" 

She rubbed Jessica's head. Jessica smiled and laughed, then cuddled the rabbit closely, promising it she wouldn't drop it again, and kissed it. She put her pacifier back in her mouth, realizing it must have dropped as she cried, and went back to playing with it.

Mary lifted Jessica's skirt and sniffed. She waved a hand in front of her nose. "Whew! Someone's got a stinky diaper! Don't worry sweetie, we'll be stopping soon and we'll be a bit early for the meeting, so I can change you on one of the changing tables."

Jessica looked at her questioningly. She looked down at her diaper and sniffed. Something DID smell bad, and she supposed it could be her diapers. She wiggled her bottom, and cringed. She recognized the feel of a full diaper, and realized Mary must have been right. She decided that she might have filled it when she was leaning out of the stroller to wave, or perhaps later when she was crying over her bunny. It amazed her how Mary was able to tell so quickly.

The stroller stopped soon, and Mary walked in front. She carried a Jessica's diaper bag and a blanket, and Jessica watched her lay the blanket. She lay her down on the table. She came back, unbuckled Jessica, and carried her out toward the table.

"Uggh baby. You know normally stinky little girls who need their diapers changed are a bit lighter."

Jessica frowned at the comment, and Mary poked her nose and laughed.

"I'm just teasing. You're a good stinky little girl. In fact I think you're the best stinky little girl!" Jessica giggled as Mary tickled her ribs. "Now, lets get your butt changed."

She untapped the diaper. Jessica shivered first at the cold air, then the feel of the wipes. After a moment of watching, she lost interest in watching the grown up skills that followed. Instead, she held Mr. Bun in above her head and went back to playing.

"Now now, keep your shoulders down," Mary said, and pushed her shoulders down.

Jessica hmphed at being taken out of her clothes. If she didn't want her to wiggle, she should tie her down. Normally they did in bathrooms, and she realized the picnic table was different, but didn't see why that would matter.

"Mom, why is that big girl getting a diaper change" a high pitched voice said.

Jessica looked at it to see a young boy pulling at his mother's hand and pointing at her.

"She's a never grow up. That means she didn't pass any of her tests and she's going to be like a baby forever. Its alright, you're already past that. She is cute though, isn't she?"

"Yeah," he said. Jessica smiled at the compliment and waved, and they both waved back. She then went back to playing with her toys.

"Lift your butt up!" Mary said, and Jessica did her part to help as she pulled her ankles into the air. She lay a diaper under her bottom, and put her back down. Jessica smiled as the warm padding was wrapped and tapped back around her. She cooed, luxuriating in the warm feeling, hugged her knees to her chest and rocked back and forth.

Mary laughed and patted her bottom. "Aww like those diapies? Your such a cute baby."

Jessica giggled and held her legs tighter. Mary gasped and her eyes went wide.

"Jessica!" she said, with mock shock. She patted her bottom harder. "Again? I just changed you?"

Jessica looked at her questioningly, and she laughed.

"Don't worry about it. We only brought the one spare diaper, so that will have to do until we are home, but I think they are thick enough to last. Good thing we keep you in the thickest printed baby diapers, eh?" She patted her again, then picked her up and set her on her lap. Jessica noticed a squish as she settled down, which she figured might have been what Mary meant. The train of thought ended quickly though as Jessica popped a bottle in her mouth, and Jessica closed her eyes and began drinking as she was rocked.

More footsteps came up, and Mary said something to a pair of men in suits. Their suits were similar to Mary's, though without the cut in the shirt.

"Hello Marianne, is this her?"

"Yes! Just give me a second," Mary replied.

Mary took her off her lap. She lay the blanket on the grass and took Jessica's pink harness and leash out of the diaper bag. She put the harness over Jessica's shoulders and buckled it behind her back, then tied the leash to the table so Jessica was stuck on the blanket. "Ok baby girl, grown ups are talking. Play with your rabbit and toys and have fun until we are done, ok?" She dropped a few blocks on the blanket.

Jessica nodded. She was grateful for the offer, grown up talk was normally boring and difficult to understand anyway. The droned on and on. Occasionally she would hear her name and look up, but she'd get lost again and go back to Mr. Bun and her blocks.

A while past. It was hard for Jessica to tell time, especially when she was distracted by her toys. However, she knew they must be done, because Mary unlocked her leash and carried her onto her lap.

The two men were still sitting across from her, and between them was a pile of papers.

"See this Jessica?" she pointed to a line on the papers.

Jessica nodded.

"We need you to sign here."

Jessica looked at her puzzled.

"Do you know what this form means?"

She shook her head. Reading was hard adult work.

"Of course I know that," she laughed. "These symbols make a contract. You know what that means?"

She shook her head again.

"Its an agreement. What this means is that you are going to become the new spokesbaby and model for the Fun-At-All-Sizes Company. See, they are a company that makes things for special people like you, who can't handle grown up things. That means they make diapers, toys, books, clothes and furniture sized for bigger babies. In fact, they made those cute little diapers you are wearing now!"

She pointed at the diaper, and Jessica giggled. She liked the diapers she was wearing, they were comfy and had cute drawings on them.

"They made your stroller and high chair too. So, you are going to get to travel all over the world, showing off your cute pampered bum and onesies, getting your picture taken, and meeting all sorts of cute big babies like you! You'll get to be in magazines and show everyone what a special little girl you are! You'll even represent other babies to everyone! Isn't that fun!" She began tickling Jessica, who laughed.

"So," she took Jessica's hand and covered one of her fingers in ink. "Just make a mark on this line, and you'll get it all! Your picture everywhere, people smiling and cheering you, and all the attention you want!"

Jessica smiled and looked at the paperwork. What did she mean attention?

She heard more giggling behind her, and saw more people pointing and laughing at her. Suddenly she didn't feel like laughing with them. They were laughing AT her, not with her. She looked down at her outfit. The ridiculous dress with the humiliating label, the pacifier, DIAPERS, and used ones at that.

"No," she said, not caring as the pacifier dropped. The idea of it came was terrifying. Not just people around her laughing, not just one city and people she knew, but the entire world seeing her, playing with toys, in soaked diapers? That was supposed to be a good thing?

"What?" Mary asked.

She shook her head and tried to push herself off Mary's lap. "No!" she said again. She couldn't do it. Memories of years of her past successes, followed by years of humiliation came back. None would compare to this. The entire world would see her shame, her failure.

"Jessica, this is a way for you to really help."

"No! I want down Marianne!" Jessica shouted. She knew it might help people in her situation, but it was too much to ask. She would be a joke! They didn't want a spokesperson, they wanted a mascot, a play thing to wear silly costumes.

"Why did you call me...Nevermind. Jessica, we can support you. We can let you spend your time playing and keep you fed and clothed. But don't you want to contribute something too? This is your way to do it! Its perfect for you, and it might be your last chance to really pass a test and succeed."

"No! I don't want it!" Jessica shouted. 

She began struggling, trying to push her way out of Marianne's lap and tear off the silly dress. A moment later she realized she'd be naked except for her diapers without it, and tried instead to pull her skirt down. Marianne tried to settle her down. She squirmed even more frantically, wanting out of the situation, and Marianne began to scold her and spank her, while apologizing to the men.

Except... where were the men? They began to look blurry. Jessica looked around. The trees were fading, and the people that were walking around the park disappeared. Soon even Mary began to get hard to focus on. The entire world went foggy, and Jessica felt like she was floating.
 

[time]

Love this story. Very excited to see the end.

[ABAlex]

3 hours ago, time said:

Love this story. Very excited to see the end.

thanks! the end will be up soon :)

[Diaperingdaddy]

I don't want to see the end but love where it's going! 

[ABAlex]

On 3/25/2020 at 4:39 PM, Diaperingdaddy said:

I don't want to see the end but love where it's going! 

LOL sorry and thanks   The ending will be up soon ?

[ABAlex]

"Wow." A familiar voice said.

"YOU!" Jessica shouted.

"WOOW," he said again.

"But...""

"WOOOOOOOW,"

Jessica folded her arms angrily. "How dar..."

"WOWWOWWOWWOW."

"THat wasn't a..."

"Don't make me say 'wow' again."

"UGG!" Jessica shouted.

"Well well well, what do we have hear?" a he said.

The genie appeared in the fog in front of her. "If it isn't Miss "I-Could-Totally-Succeed-At-Anything. Funny it didn't work out that way. Hello again, Diaper Girl."

"I... YOU!!! NO!"

"You... Yes I!" 

She pointed behind herself. "What was THAT!"

The genie looked over where she was pointing. "That is fog, and behind that the eternal nothingness of non creation."

"What?! I mean that world! That entire scenario! That world! What the hell?"

He turned his head to the side. "What do you mean? It was exactly what you asked for?"

"I didn't ask to spend years and years in DIAPERS! What are you, some kind of pervert?"

The genie mocked anger. "Well now, what an accusation! How dare you! My perversions have nothing to do with this!"

Jessica glared at him. "They had public spankings and bondage as legal punishments, and it was literally full of people in short skirts, tight pants and diapers. How was that NOT a perverse world?"

"Look, we aren't hear to judge."

"I WAS JUDGED FOR LITERALLY EVERYTHING!"

"Yes, as I said. Exactly what you asked for- a chance to be tested. I made a world where you were tested on everything. Your intelligence, fitness, potty training, all of it."

"Yes and..."

"And you failed. First you failed, then you failed again, then you failed harder, then I gave you a chance to succeed at failing and you failed at failing."

"Well that was unfair!"

"Unfair! There was literally nothing else I could do to make you win. I literally had "not mess your pants" as a standard of success, and you failed. Then I made "do mess your pants" as a standard of success, and you SOMEHOW still FAILED. You aren't even medically incontinent you just can't go one day without humiliating yourself."

"Well..."

"Please, please tell me ANYTHING else I could have done to give you a chance." He turned his ear and put a hand to it like a megaphone. 

"It was just unfair! People were mean! And made it hard to pass!"

"Everyone had the same tests! You were the only one who kept failing"

"Well," she thought, then snapped her fingers and pointed at him. "Ah ha! What about that bully! Uhh Be.. Beck.. Becka! That was it! She failed me on purpose!"

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "You mean Becky? Remembering names could have been a way to succeed. Literally the most basic, simplest way, but whatever."

"Yes! Her! She bullied me! She threw me into a bucket of diapers and lied about the answers to my test!"

He put his hands to his cheeks and gaped. "Oh my! You had to deal with a bully! Imagine that! Literally no one else in history had to do that! And you had to tell when someone was lying? No ones ever been lied to before!"

"I..."

 His voice went from sounding sarcastic to compassionate. "Jessica, dealing with bullies was something you had to be tested on. You never had to do it growing up because you went to private schools and had a father who could sue the pants off of anyone who didn't treat you like a princess. Now you got treated like a different kind of princess. No pants though, you'd have probably ruined those too."

Jessica blushed. "I... I guess so. But what would you have done?"

"Probably remembered that there are video cameras all over that school and ask someone to watch? Or tell a teacher when she wasn't looking? Or stand up and fight? Or realize she was lying to you and study on your own? Like, anything but sit down, cry, and fill your pampers again?"

"But.. but.. Thats not fair..."

"You could also have just talked to someone who remembered your previous meetings. Remember Melanie? Who knew about your fight with Beckie and literally defended you before?"

"I guess..."

"But the entire point was learning to rely on yourself. Instead, you looked for help, relied on others, and blamed others when that didn't work. You assumed everything would be too easy, then gave up and complained when it wasn't. You thought people would love you naturally, and didn't realize you actually had to work to make relationships. You're own pride, arrogance, laziness, and inability to keep going in the face of challenge or learn from past errors meant you ended up making the same mistakes over and over, and became a little baby. Then your pride meant you couldn't even do that properly."

"Meanwhile, Marianne, the woman who worked for you, helped you all your life, only to have you talk down to her, abuse her, then literally compared yourself to and said you were better then, succeed above you in the new world. So you can't just make it anywhere because you are special and awesome, eh?"

Jessica hung her head. "I guess... but that was a twisted world!"

"Yes, and if I may quote you..." he switched to a perfect immitation of her voice. "I could make it in any circumstance."

"Yes but..."

"ANY circumstance!"

"Well..."

"A-N-Y C-I-R-C-U-M-S-T-A-N-C-E. If that didn't include a world where everyone wore diapers and was spanked into their mid twenties, thats your fault for being to vague. Its a contact. Not my fault you gave an obnoxious genie a blank check to control your life."

"Uh, well..." Jessica fidgeted. He was right. In no way did was that world a fair test, but she had agreed. More importantly, there was no way to argue. She sighed. "Fine, you win."

The genie smiled. "Now stinky butt, about our deal?"

"I... what.. ummm..."

"I was allowed to make one change to your life."

Jessica began to panic. "Oh god. Please, please no. I'm sorry! I'll do better!"

He waved off her complaints. "Don't worry, it won't be as bad as you think. Now..." He snapped his fingers, and the mist swirled around him.

[kerry]

Best chapter of the story! And worth it all just to get here. ?

[ABAlex]

1 hour ago, kerry said:

Best chapter of the story! And worth it all just to get here. ?

Thanks! I'm glad you like it and have stuck through this entire time  

[GuybrushT]

1.  I was at the writer's panel at Capcon, and Bby_kimmy said when asked for further recommendations of ABDL fiction reading that your writing quality is very good and she likes your work.

2.  Tested is the most fapadocious procedural regression story and although I haven't commented as much as I could, I have checked for an update every day for the last few months.  

In short, kudos!