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Summary: After going through a traumatic childhood,  Willa needs help.  She's unknowingly admitted to Little Beginnings where she's going to have the chance to have the childhood she should've had (whether she wants to or not). 


Chapter 1: 

“W-Willa…Willa Carolan,” the young girl stuttered. Her chocolate brown eyes focused on the black and white tiled floor as the receptionist typed upon the keyboard. She was the only one in the waiting room which she supposed made her feel a little better. 

She did not do well with interaction. The thought of even coming to therapy terrified her as she had never been before. She clenched her clammy hands into fists and counted backwards in her mind, trying to calm the beating of her heart. 

Suck it up. She thought. Plenty of people go to therapy. There was nothing to be worried about. That’s what she tried to tell herself. But she wasn’t so sure. She could barely talk to another person without stuttering or wanting to puke. How could she manage an hour long session? The whole point of therapy was to talk and she couldn’t even do that. 

“You can just take a seat in the chair right over there.” the woman smiled at Willa, finally having stopped typing. “Dr. Tischner will be out shortly.” 

Slightly nodding her head in thanks, she quickly scattered to the furthest corner in the small room away from the woman. With her knees pressed against her chest, she rested her head on them, taking in deep and rapid shallow breaths, ignoring the stack of magazines on the tiny table beside her. 

Willa didn’t know why she even agreed to come to this. She had managed to avoid it for the past ten years, silently suffering, never going out unless absolutely necessary. She was only twenty years old, had no friends, no job, and anxiety that riddled her mind and body. Adrian, her older brother was the one who supported her but she had a feeling he wanted her out of his home. His crazy ex- girlfriend of three years had just left and was still traumatized by... by everything.

Willa thought his message was pretty clear when he scheduled the appointment himself and drove her, escorting her as far as the front door then leaving.

She was pissed, rightfully so, that he would just abandon her like that. They were best friends. They had been for all of their lives. Even though her brother was five years older, they understood each other like no one else. She could count on him for everything. She didn’t have to hide away. They were exactly the same in everything from their caramel skin, eyes, round face and thick curly black hair. People would confuse them for twins because of how much they looked alike. So, yes, it hurt when he just dumped her at the building. He didn’t even say when he would be back and the unknown was what scared her the most. 

“Willa Carolan?” a new voice echoed throughout the room. 

Shooting her head up, a blonde haired woman dressed in a pink cashmere sweater and light jeans stood at the door with a clipboard. She looked to be about forty years old. Some lines were visible on her milky white skin but from afar she didn’t look to be over twenty five. On trembling legs, Willa walked across the room, ducking her head at the woman’s kind smile and followed her through the brown door into a small room. 

Sitting down on the lumpy grey couch, she examined everything around her. The walls were painted a mustard yellow and there was one small window which was the only light in the room. In front of her was a coffee table and a chair on the other side. An icy glass of water and a bowl of mints was situated in front of her. Her hand twitched, wanting to take a sip to cool her parched throat but she held off. Willa didn’t want to get too comfortable. She didn’t want to let her guard down. 

“It’s small, I know.” 

Willa jumped, turning to stare at the woman. The door shut and suddenly the two of them were alone. She sat down across from Willa with the clipboard and pen in her hand.

Her blue eyes gleamed in curiosity. “I’m Dr. Tischner,” she said, her voice was low.

Without realizing it, Willa slowly found herself relaxing at the woman’s soft tone. it was almost maternal, something she hadn't heard in many years.

“You must be Willa. I believe it was your brother that set up the appointment, yeah?” 

Willa nodded her head. She kept her mouth shut, still inclined not to speak. Her foot tapped against the black carpet. Her eyes darted every which way, determined not to look at the doctor. 

“It’s alright if you don’t want to talk. We can just answer, yes or no questions.” she waved her hand. “Everyone reacts differently to therapy so there is no one way to feel or act. It’s normal to be nervous or afraid. I like to go at the patient's pace. If you’re uncomfortable with any of my questions we can just move on. Does that seem fair?” 

Her eyebrows furrowed together, taking in what she said. Willa was not one to bare her soul to people, especially strangers. It was a relief to hear her say that because she didn’t know if she would ever be ready to share what happened. 

Willa nodded her head once again. It did seem fair. 

Looking down at her clipboard, she began to speak. “I just want to clarify a few things, first. Your report says that you are twenty years old; full name is Willa Jean Carolan; and that you were born November 12, 2000? ”

The young girl gave a nod. 

“Great! Now that that’s out of the way I thought we could get to know each other a little.” she exclaimed. “My name is Marina Tischner and I’ve been a therapist for about ten years now. I love working with children and young adults such as yourself. I take a really laid back approach when counseling. I don’t push my patients into anything they are uncomfortable sharing and will not reveal to anyone what is said in this room unless it endangers the lives of others or yourself. Do you understand?”

Willa tugged at a curl that had fallen loose from her ponytail. She bit her lip, humming a yes and hugged the pillow in her arms that sat beside her. 

Dr. Tischner continued to question her about different stuff in her life such as her favorite color, food, animal, etc, and by the end Will found herself slightly smiling, not as tense as she had been when she first arrived. There was something about the woman that gave off a maternal presence. Something she hadn’t felt since the death of her parents. 

Dr. Tischner cared about her. 

It wasn’t fake.

She gulped, holding back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Willa bit her bottom lip, drawing blood but sucked it away. 

“I’d like to talk about you parents.” she casually brought up, stopping Willa in her tracks. Her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach. It was the one thing she refused to ever talk about. 

A single tear fell from her eye. 

“You witnessed your parents murder.” Dr. Tischner's voice was just above a whisper. “That’s when the anxiety and PTSD started, isn’t it?”

Her chest rose up and down. She didn’t have the words to scream at her to stop the questions. Her shoulders shook as she continued to speak. Willa couldn’t breathe, she was gonna pass out. 

“You were only ten years old. I couldn’t imagine what that could do to a child.” she sadly shook her head. “You didn’t see your brother until you were at the hospital. That’s why he isn’t as affected as you are. Does that ring true?”

The sound of a gunshot echoed in her mind. Her mother’s dead body fell to the ground. A pool of blood surrounded her. Willa’s father was already dead, having been murdered first. The intruders thought no one was home. That’s what they claimed in court. 

They never meant to kill anyone, they were just gonna rob her house. It didn’t make it any better because her mother and father were dead. She hid upstairs at the top of the staircase, terrified to make a move, afraid they’d hear her. 

It was two o’clock in the morning. 

Her brother was sleeping over at a friend's house. 

That was the day her life changed forever. 

“Take a sip of water.” Dr. Tischner calmly nodded toward the glass on the table. “We’ll stop the questioning.” 

She didn’t have to tell her twice. Holding the glass with shaking hands, she tilted it to her lips, gulping it down, barely noticing the change in taste. Willa finished it within a few seconds and collapsed back against the couch, suddenly overcome with fatigue. 

“We’ll stop for now. Why don’t you take a little nap… we’ve still got ten minutes left.” Dr. Tischner encouraged. 

Willa didn’t have to be told twice. A haze had clouded over her mind and suddenly she found it harder to stay awake. The only thing she could hear was the doctor’s voice calmly lulling her to sleep. 


This couldn’t be real. Willa naively thought. The last thing she remembered was being at Dr. Tischner’s, her brother leaving her,  recounting parents' death, and having a panic attack. She didn’t remember anything after that. 

A part of her desperately wished for this to be a dream but she knew it wasn’t. It was too real. Warm tears blinded her already blurred vision as her chest rose up and down, desperate to escape the entrapment she had been placed in. 

Willa wanted to be home in her own bedroom, laying in her queen sized bed. She wanted to be with her brother. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him. She wanted to be away from here. Away from this woman who was holding her as if she weighed nothing. . 

She couldn’t move her arms or legs. Her entire body was constricted in a tight swaddle by the light pink blanket. It had taken a moment for her to realize that as she slowly awoke, hearing the soft sound of the woman’s voice. 

That was ten minutes ago. 

Willa should've been freaking out more than she was. She should’ve been crying and screaming and having a panic attack. 

But the only sign of her panic were the fat tears that rolled down her cheeks, as she stared up at the woman who cradled her against her bare skin. The only thing she could focus on was her green eyes, unable to see anything else. If she tried to look more than six feet away it all became a big blur.

“You’re alright, baby.” the woman cooed as she wiped away the tears. She spoke down to her as if she were an actual infant, unable to understand basic speech.That pissed Willa off more than anything. But she had no way to show it except for the glare in her eyes. 

“Mommy’s got you,” she spoke in a high pitched voice. “You’re safe with mommy now. You don’t have to worry about those big bad thoughts in your head. Just suck your paci.” she tapped the large object that was stuffed in her mouth. 

Willa was forced to suck on it, unable to spit it out due to the strap that went around her head. Pitiful whimpers rose from the back of her throat and the woman condescendingly cooed, rocking them both in the rocking chair.

They were in the infant ward. The room was light pink and smelled of baby powder. Ten large adult sized newborn incubators filled the room and changing tables ran along the walls. There was also a rocking chair in each corner of the room. 

Everything was adult sized. 

Tapping her bottom, Willa’s eyes widened in horror as she felt a cushiony bulk on her bottom half. The woman’s smile widened, showing off her shiny white teeth. “Does baby Willa have to use her diapee?”

She began to wiggle as hard as she could, trying to escape but she was too weak. Now she was sobbeduncontrollably as the weight of the woman’s words sank in. She was swaddled like a newborn, sucking on a pacifier, and in a diaper that she was expected to use. 

Her vision had been blurred. Her muscles were weak. 

She was as helpless as an infant. 

Willa was an infant. 

The woman stood up, pacing as she rocked her back and forth, supporting her head like you’d do a real baby. She wore no shirt and Willa’s cheek was pressed right up against her large left breast. 

Willa was only faintly aware of the woman’s hand, pressing on her stomach. The more she wiggled the looser her bladder became until suddenly a warm stream flooded her diaper. The thick padding expanded and she screamed and screamed through the pacifier, glaring at the woman in hate for forcing her to piss herself. It was warm and wet, sloshing around her bottom before being absorbed. She desperately wanted it off. 

She was twenty years old. She hadn’t used a diaper since she was two years old. 

“I’m so proud of you!” the crazy woman praised her. “You used your diapee like a good little baby-- you’re my good little girl!” 

She gave her a wet kiss on the forhead and placed her on the changing table, ignoring the screams. A moment later, another woman walked into the room through the sliding doors. Both had curly brown hair that fell right above their shoulders and fair skin. She crooned, brushing her hair out of the girl's out of her face. 

“I think she’s one of the cutest infants we’ve had yet.” the woman tickled under her chin, causing Willa to try to wriggle away. “She’s also a very smelly baby! I think it’s time for a diapee change!” 

The second woman held her down as her mommy undid the swaddle revealing he naked body and sagging thick diaper. She continued to sniffle, out of energy to fight. A strap was tightened over her waist and chest while the second woman held down her shoulders. Moving quickly, the straps were undone and the diaper removed. Grabbing baby wipes, she wipes down everywhere, running her finger over her now bare pubic bone. 

Willa’s eyes realized at the realization only for the woman to giggle. “Babies like you don’t need grown up hair. Infants are bare.” she covered her in baby powder, not wanting to cause a rash and retapped an even thicker diaper making her unable to close her thighs. 

Undoing the straps, Willa wanted to plead not to be swaddled again but it’s what her mommy did. She wrapped it around her body even tighter than before and supporting her neck, held her against her body. 

“I’ll go get a bottle.” said the other woman. “Little babies like her shouldn’t be up for so long. Little Willa needs to go nighty- night.”

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I don’t really get why Dr. Tishner spent a long time to build trust with the new patient, like a good normal analyst would do, only to immediately betray it.

Two possible scenarios would have made sense.

The first is that Willa gets forcefully sedated as soon as the brother leaves her and then wakes up the way it actually happened to Willa in the story.

The second is that Dr. Tischner manages to manipulate Willa into submission, like was happening before Willa fell asleep, without openly betraying her trust.


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Chapter 2: 

Willa sucked on the bottle, her stomach churned in disgust. The milk itself wasn’t disgusting, it was actually quite sweet tasting. It was just the notion that she was being forced to feed from a baby bottle as if she were an actual infant that made her pissed. The woman who called herself her mommy, hummed an unfamiliar lullaby rocking her back and forth. 

When the other woman, who’d she learned was named Nurse Lizzie, came back with the warm bottle, Willa at first refused. She turned her head every which way, not letting them remove the mouthpiece until a hard slap landed on her bottom causing her to freeze in shock. 

The women took this as their chance to remove the pacifier and place the nipple in her open mouth. She didn’t even have a chance to speak. She just sucked and sucked until the bottle was empty and a warm full feeling settled in her stomach. 

“That’s it baby,” the woman stared down adoringly at her. “Was your baba good?” 

Willa couldn’t answer. 

The woman knew that. 

It made her even more angry. But that’s what the woman wanted right? She wanted to humiliate her. She wanted to degrade her until she was nothing more than a filthy mess. Willa wouldn’t let herself give in to these people’s sick fantasy. 

“You’re just tired.” she sighed. “Baby’s like you shouldn’t be up so long. Don’t worry munchkin, you’ll go night- night in just a moment.” 

But Willa didn’t want to go, night-night. She wanted answers as to why she was being treated like a baby. She wanted answers as to how she had ended up at this place. She was sure that if she could somehow escape, she could call the police or at least her brother. He’d come to save her. Adrian, wouldn’t let anything happen to her-- he was her protector. 

He must have known she was missing by now when she didn’t show up after her therapy session. The police were probably already called. A search was on for her. She wouldn’t be here for long, she was sure. She’d be found eventually. 

So caught up in her thoughts, Willa barely noticed as cloth was placed over the woman’s shoulder and she was sat up right. The pacifier and bottle laid on the table as Willa opened her mouth, prepared to speak but instead a loud burp sounded and outpoured milk. Her nose wrinkled in disgust and embarrassment as it dribbled down her chin. 

“Good girl!” the woman praised, rubbing her back in soft circles. Cradling her in her arms, she wiped the spit up away with the corner of the towel and forced the large object back in her mouth. 

She immediately started to suck. 

Willa hated it. 

Tears already stained her cheeks and she didn’t want to have another fit. She couldn’t give these people any more reason to believe she was a baby so she held it in, cautiously staring up at the woman, only able to move her head the tiniest bit. 

The lights in the room dimmed until it was almost completely dark. Nurse Lizzie opened the top of the box and Astrid placed her inside on her back. Tears shone in her eyes as the lid was closed and she was effectively trapped. All she laid on was a soft mattress with a plastic covering. She didn't even get a pillow. The women talked above her, she could see their mouths moving and smiling faces but couldn’t make out the words. 

Her eyes began to close as a warm feeling spread throughout her body and into the diaper. There would be hell to pay when she awoke but for now… all she could do was sleep. 


“The drugs are working.” Nurse Astrid smirked, staring down at the adult baby who’d fallen into a deep sleep. She was her baby… for now. She was filled with emotion, knowing what an honor it was to work with the newborns. They were the least common type of little they got but were the most precious. Yes, they would fight and claim to be big kids but at the end they all gave in. They were nothing more than helpless little babies and it was their job to make them see that. 

The both of them cooed at the unconscious suckle of her pacifier. She was the cutest baby to date. They knew within a month, she’d be ready for adoption. You could always tell when the child first arrived if they would be easy to regress or not. 

The ones chosen to be newborns were almost never a challenge. Out of all the patients, they were the most vulnerable. They had difficult and stressful lives and that’s why they were chosen to be regressed to the youngest-- they were the most critical patients. All they needed was a little bit of nurturing and they’d be putty in their hands. It was a blessing in disguise. 

Astrid hummed in agreement. “She may have been Marina’s best find yet. I was a little skeptical when she said that her brother was still around but it appeared he knew what he was doing. I don’t think we have to worry about him or anyone else trying to take her away.” 

Most patients admitted had no family or weren’t in good standing with them. The Little Beginnings Hospital was for girls ages ten all the way to twenty five. This was a last resort type of place. Troubled girls who had run out of chances with the law, families who were fed up with their behavior, or girls who just needed help to regain control of their lives were sent here to be mentally regressed back to whatever age deemed fit and then were adopted out. 

They never saw their families again, instead being taken into the secret ageplay community of Henderson, Washington where they could live their lives and have no care in the world. 

The government secretly sponsored them as a result being the crime rates and mental health challenges appeared to lessen to the general public. 

“For now, I’ll wake her up every two hours until she starts doing it on her own. With the laxatives and diuretics, she’ll soon become incontinent and won’t even realize it.” 

Nurse Lizzie nodded her head, staring thoughtfully down at the young girl. “Her brother did the right thing by sending her here. Who knows how much longer she would’ve lasted.” 

“Yes. Some people are not made for the adult world. We’re doing the right thing.” 


Willa didn’t dream… or at least she couldn't remember if she did. It felt as if she had just fallen asleep, so she was not happy to be woken up again and forced into this nightmare.

She shifted uncomfortably, mortified to realize the diaper was wet once again. She hadn’t wet her pants since she was a toddler. Nothing made sense. She was placed on the changing table, shivering slightly as the cold air hit her bare skin. The stench of urine caused her nose to wrinkle in disgust as she laid there, immobile. The nurse spoke soft words that she refused to listen to and stared up at the ceiling, wishing this to be over. Her limbs felt like dead weight and knew it was pointless to fight. That didn’t mean she had given up, it just meant that there was a time and place for a battle and right now was not the time. She laid still, slightly trembling as she felt the cold wipe on her bottom. Her eyes stung with tears that she refused to let fall. 

“You’re such a good baby.” the nurse finished tapping a new diaper back on before blowing raspberries on her stomach, causing her to involuntarily kick her legs. She undid the pacifier and Willa took the chance, opening her mouth to speak before she was silenced again. 

“W-why…” her breath rasped in her throat. She licked her chapped lips, trying to regain feeling as they had gone numb. “... doin’ this… to… me.” 

The woman’s eyes seemed to darken. “Those are big girl noises.” she clicked her tongue. “You are not a big girl. You are mommy’s baby and will do as mommy says.”

Without warning, she forced the bottle into her open mouth, causing her to ingest mouthfuls of the sweet tasting milk. Her face scrunched up in disgust but couldn't turn away. She was stuck. 

“Mommy knows best,” she spoke as she tilted the bottle up, forcing the liquid into her throat. Her eyes lightened again, content with her obedience. “You are just a little baby. Think about it… big girls don’t wet their diapers. Big girls don’t drink babas. Willa, you were meant to be a baby. Nothing will ever change that.” there was a warning in her voice that she couldn’t ignore. She didn’t want to find out what the punishment would be. 

“Now don’t worry your pretty little mind.” she sighed. “Overtime those big girl thoughts will go away and you may not understand yet but mommy loves you very very much.” 

A single tear fell down her cheek as she closed her eyes. How was she ever going to escape? Going through the whole feeding process again, she reluctantly sucked on the pacifier, unwilling to admit how much it actually soothed her. 

Willa was placed back in the tiny prison, tightly wrapped. She wondered how much longer this  this... baby treatment would last. Someone had to be searching for her. 

They had to. 


Woken up. Changed. Fed. Swaddled… every two hours. She constantly sucked on something whether it be the bottle or pacifire. 

That was her life now and it could not have been more boring. She wasn’t sure how many days it had been because the time had all blurred together. Her only indication that things were different was when Nurse Astrid came in with her nightly baba. 

Yes. That's what she called it. 

The lights were always dimmed. There were no windows. However, the one thing that had changed were the new additions to the ward. Two new girls, just as Willa, were tightly swaddled and placed in the incubators. They couldn’t talk to each other but when awake, communicated with looks. They were just as terrified. 

They cried more than she did and cussed every opportunity they had, refusing to cower away. In reality it caused more problems than solved. So finally fed up as well with the infantile treatment, Willa told the nurse to fuck off and managed to punch her… albeit lightly… once released from the restraining blanket. 

The nurse did not take her actions kindly. Same as the two girls, her bare bottom earned twenty swats, which then she couldn’t help but cry out. Willa was now more determined than ever to escape. 

But today had a different agenda. Fully prepared to have the wet diaper changed, she was placed on the table. Nurse Lizzie had returned this time with some type of pills. After being set free from the blanket, she was turned onto her stomach. Along with the straps, Nurse Astrid held her down as she felt the sudden intrusion of something in her bum. 

Willa cried and screamed as Astrid restrained her. Unable to relax her bum, Nurse Lizzie had a harder time administering the suppositories, unintentionally causing more pain. 

“All done!” Lizzie exclaimed, slipping off her gloves and throwing them in the trash can. Re-diapering her, Astrid held her close, whispering encouraging words in her ear. She hadn’t pooped in several days. Now she was being forced. 

Her stomach churned painfully and after five minutes, she began to feel a change. Dread filled her body as an uncomfortable feeling sat in her stomach. Astrid bounced her up and down, purposefully patting her diapered bottom. Willa’s face turned bright red and as hard as she squeezed, she couldn’t stop the little poop from leaking out. She eventually gave up, groaning as her bowels were released and filled the diaper. Astrid rested her hand on her back side, squeezing the diaper, the warm mush smearing all over her bottom. Now she understood why she had been put in three diapers. They were so full, that if she pooped anymore, it would leak out. 

“I know that hurt, honey.” Astrid said as she continued to pat her bottom. “This is why we do poopoos every day. You don’t like feeling icky, do you?”

All Willa could do was cry. 

“Mommy, is going to give you a nice bath now and you’ll be all squeaky clean.” she smiled at the naked girl in her arms. 

Willa frowned when they entered the bathroom. She was expecting a real bath… not a newborn tub. She wondered how much farther they’d go. After cleaning off her poop covered bum, she was placed in the warm water. The nurse washed her now short curly hair with baby shampoo before softly doing the rest of her body with a sponge. 

Astrid was extra careful, taking her to time to make sure every part of her was cleaned. Willa froze when she touched her… womanhood but nothing came of it. Astrid moved on as if she hadn’t noticed her reaction. 

The bath quickly ended and wrapped in a towel, she was brought back out to the nursery where Nurse Lizzie attended to one of the other girls who had woken up. It stunk of high heaven and Willa recognized the smell of a poopy diaper. This time not hers. It was embarrassing for everyone and the soft praises from the nurses did nothing to help. 

Willa was placed on the changing table where lotion was spread all over her hairless body, giving her skin a soft silky feel. Just like a real baby's, her skin was just as delicate. Willa hated it. 

Exhausted from the previous event and feeling weaker than usual, she gave limited fight and was quickly taken care of. Instead of being placed back in a swaddle, Willa was put in a white sleeper with pink flowers. For the first time, although limited she was able to stretch her stiff legs. 

It was her reward for behaving. 


Hey all! Thank you so much for reading and to those who reviewed, it means so much to me. I should try to update in soon but until then, I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy!

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Nice progress and interesting on the forcefulness of the nurses. I like how they try to be all sweet but have their ways at the same time. I wonder if her brother did know what he was doing? 

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Chapter 3: 

“I love you, Willa.” her mom held her close.

She stared up at her heart shaped face, skin just as rich as hers. Her smile was her favorite thing about her. Her smile made her feel loved. Cared for. Protected. No harm would come with her near. She breathed in her strawberry scent, visibly relaxing, content with just being held in her arms. 

They were in a field of daisies behind their home. Their red farmhouse stood out in the distance. Willa could just lay here forever. She didn’t want the dream to end. She didn’t want her mother to leave. 

“I don’t know what to do. I’m afraid.” she whispered staring into her mother’s brown eyes. 

She gazed back, her eyes sparkling in wisdom. She cupped her daughter's cheek with the palm of her hand and whispered, “what is there to be afraid of? Sometimes it’s ok to let go. You don’t always have to fight everyone, sweetie. You’ve never given yourself a chance to relax.” 

“But they took me.” her voice shook. “They treat me like… like… a baby! It’s humiliating! I don’t want a new mommy, I only want you.” 

“You will always have me,” her mother placed her hand over her daughter’s heart. “You’ll have me in here. But it’s ok to let someone else in. It’s ok to love another person.” 

“But I don’t want to.” her voice rose. “I only love you!”

“Have they hurt you?” 

Hesitantly, Willa shook her head. She then instantly thought back to the spanking… which had mostly been her fault. 

“Do they take care of you?” 

Willa couldn’t deny that. All she was was taken care of. 

“You have nothing to fear but fear itself.” said her mother. “You’re afraid to be taken care of. I want you to be happy, Willa. You are my sunshine. Let them love you. Let you love yourself.” 

Her mother was the sun that shined down on her life but lately she had started to feel like a rain cloud. She drowned in the never ending storm, only thinking of what could’ve been if her mother was still alive. 

If she had done something to stop the intruders. 

If she wasn’t such a burden to her brother. 

“It’s ok to love more than one person.” her mother always said. “It doesn’t mean you’ll love me any less.” 

Her eyes were wet as she slowly blinked them open. The room was dark. She was in somebody’s arms. She suckled desperately on the pacifier, thinking back to her dream. 

Her mother was an angel. She hadn’t had a dream like that in a while-- the last time being when she graduated high school. Her mother had been there in her dreams, congratulating her on surviving the last eight years of pure hell. 

Perhaps this was a sign to give in. 

But Willa was a stubborn girl and had learned to only depend on herself. How could she let another person take care of her? 

“You’re ok baby.” Astrid rocked her back and forth. 

She had come running in after hearing her cries on the baby monitor--the first time it happened since she arrived a week ago. Her baby was having a nightmare. She twisted and turned only to be restrained in her sleeper. She lifted her into her arms and she almost immediately quieted down. 

Her forehead was clammy so the nurse took a chance, removing her from the sleeper, leaving Willa just in the diaper. The nurse then took off her top and bra-- her sticky skin against her cool. 

Skin to skin contact was essential with newborns. They wanted to make the experience as real as possible. It helped to quickly establish a closer connection between them. 

Willa was no different. 

Her head rested against her swollen breast and hands unconsciously caressed them. Astrid didn’t mind-- they encouraged the curious nature. The reason they constantly had the pacifier or bottle in their mouths, was not only to solidify their new lives but was also to induce the constant sucking motion for breastfeeding. Usually, they didn’t begin breastfeeding until the third week, when most of the babies were in a somewhat regressed state. They were less likely to fight back and question what was happening. Until then, the nurses pumped, bottle feeding them. 

But Willa had already started to show signs of regression. Yes, she still hated the diapers and waking up every two hours. However, the anger in her eyes had diminished greatly. She didn’t fight the diaper changes and the feedings. And just like every other baby who’d passed through, couldn’t help but be addicted to the milk. 

Of course she still tried to fight back but even Willa had begun to wonder herself what the point was. She hadn’t felt this full since… since… her parents died. She hadn’t felt this cared for. 

The thought terrified her more than ever.

Astrid knew that she only needed a little push to finally give in. She’d just have to wait for the perfect moment. 

She sang, You Are My Sunshine, knowing from her file that it was her favorite childhood song. All Willa could do was blink, staring up at her with wide watery eyes. Her hands balled into fists, trying to wipe away the wetness only to miss her eyes. The lack of body movement had made her limbs more uncoordinated. 

Astrid secretly smiled to herself.

The crying had diminished and breathing evened. She patted her damp diaper, surprised by the fact that she hadn’t complained about it yet. However, it wasn’t time for a diaper change. She’d wait until she messed herself. 

“Mommy will protect you from all the bad dreams,” she talked down to her. “You won’t have to worry about a thing.” 

She placed a kiss on her forehead and held her tight, gently rocking, as Willa drifted further away in her mind. 

Just give in. Her mother whispered. You’re safe now. 

They stayed in that position for about another hour before she drifted off to sleep with a peaceful expression on her face. She looked so innocent and small. Willa was only a hundred pounds and five feet. She was one of the smaller girls that they’d had which made it easy to carry her. She was lean and didn’t have an ounce of fat on her body. Their goal was to have her put on about ten more pounds so they filled her bottles with small amounts of protein powder. 

Little sighs sounded from behind the pacifier as she drifted off into a more peaceful sleep. The nurse prepared to put her back, slipping her back into the sleeper, but a whine escaped her throat as she went to put her down. 

Astrid froze, seeing the girl was still asleep. She clutched onto her index finger in a tight little grasp. A smile lit up on her face and she couldn’t find it within her heart to let her go. They went back to the rocking chair and she grabbed a blanket, placing it over the both of them and watched as fidgeting lessened and she became content again. 


Astrid desperately bounced Willa in her arms, trying to calm her ear splitting screams. The young girl had woken up this morning to a poopy diaper and runny nose. It felt as if someone had taken a bat and whacked her in the head. She had been fine last night and suddenly…  she was dying (not literally, just figuratively). Her face was bright red as Astrid removed her clothing until she was down to just her freshly put on diaper. She knew she wouldn’t stay clean for long. It had been a constant stream of diarrhea all morning. 

Nothing worked to calm the girl. 

They eventually had to move the two other babies to another room as it was impossible to sleep with her cries. She wiped at her tears stained cheeks, doing everything she could to calm her racing heart. 

“You wanna cold babba?” she held the nipple up to her mouth, getting her to drink the cold milk. But she couldn’t hold it down. After just a mouthful, she spit up, making everything worse. 

What Willa really wanted was a warm cup of tea and to binge watch Friends for a week. It would instantly solve all of her problems and she’d be better in a few days. 

But babies didn’t drink tea or watch Friends

They drank bottles and watched stupid mindless baby shows. 

“How’s it going?” Nurse Lizzie asked as she walked into the nursery to find Willa screaming her lungs out as Astrid frantically wiped away the spit up. She frowned, taking in the distressed girl who’d been crying now for just over an hour. 

“I think it’s time to go to the doctor.” she said and Astrid nodded in agreement. 

A distressed baby was something nobody wanted. Sickness spread like wildfire around here and in just a second, every single baby in the building could get sick. It pained their hearts to see them in so much pain. 

Feeling her forehead with the back of her hand, Lizzie grimaced. “She’s burning up. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a fever.” 

Knowing there was almost nothing else they could do, she placed Willa in the portable incubator, much to her displeasure. If possible, her wailing increased as soon as she was out of the nurse's arms. 

“You’re going to be ok, sweetie.” Astrid frowned as she continued to cry. “I know you feel icky right now but you’ll be better soon. Mommy’s not going to leave you.” 

With Astrid carrying a diaper bag while trying to comfort Willa, Lizzie pushed her down the hall away from the nursery. If she had been thinking clearly, she could've used this as her moment to look around and plan a way to escape. However, the only thing on her mind was the gurgling of her stomach and soiled diaper. 

Others in the hall, stopped to see the sick girl as they passed on by, cooing as the tears relentlessly fell from her eyes. Rounding the corner of the long hallway, they entered the clinic. Yes, they were nurses but the doctors were the only ones who could treat the babies and give medicine. The nurses specialized in regressing the children and preparing them for adoption. A row of beds with curtains in between lined the right side of the room and on the left, large cribs for the younger children. 

Dr. Humphrey, a heavy set man with a white lab coat, grey hair and pink scrubs looked up at the sound of the newcomers. There were only a couple of other children in the room-- two girls that looked to be twins. They curiously looked at the women and mouths dropped open at the sight of Willa. They’d never seen an adult baby before, they’d only been in the toddler ward with others between the ages of four to six. 

“What can I do for you ladies today?” Dr. Humphrey cheerfully exclaimed. He got up from his desk, hanging the stethoscope around his neck. The women wheeled Willa over, the sound of her cries becoming louder and louder. 

“Baby Willa is sick,” said Astrid, lifting her out of the contraption. She held her over her shoulder and patted her back. The cries turned to whimpers as she rested her head. 

“Why don’t you put her down here.” Dr. Humphrey gestured toward the examination table as he went back to the desk and searched through the computer for her file. “Ahhh… here we are. Baby girl Willa.” 

That’s what they listed the children as instead of their last names. They cut all ties with their past and once they were adopted, they’d have a new last name. 

“Says here that she has no known allergies and blood tests were normal. I believe she was first processed by Dr. Reilly?” 

“Yes.” Astrid nodded as she rubbed Willa's bare tummy. “Is Dr. Reilly here today? We’d really like to see her.” 

“She’s busy with another little at the moment but you’re welcome to wait.” 

She and Nurse Lizzie exchanged glances and at the sound of Willa’s cries, knew they couldn’t wait any longer. 

“It’s alright,” Astrid sighed. “We can get started.” 

Dr. Humphrey nodded, coming around his desk to examine the distressed baby and pulled the curtain closed. The examination table conveniently had clear walls so she wouldn’t fall off but still allowed easy access to treat her. He noted her sagging diaper and clammy face. 

Willa struggled with the doctor, not liking his hands on her body. The only male she could tolerate touching her was her brother but he was not here. As much as it displeased her, she longed to be back in the woman’s arms. As hard as she could, Willa swatted at the doctor’s hand and wriggled around tirelessly, wanting him to get the hint and leave her alone. 

“Willa! We. Do. Not. Hit!” the older woman chided and took her hands. Willa glared back at her, screaming profanities from behind the rubber object in her mouth.  Bending down, and pulling something out of the bag, Willa’s hands were suddenly trapped in fingerless mitts. 

She screamed even louder causing everyone to cringe back. 

“She just woke up like this. I checked on her every two hours and she wasn’t sick before. She has a runny nose, clammy forehead, constant diarrhea and can’t drink anything without throwing up.” Astrid explained to the doctor. “This is the most she’s acted out. She’s usually pretty subdued.” 

The doctor nodded, taking down all the information on his clipboard. Walking over to the cabinets he pulled out a syringe with clear liquid. He took out her pacifier and put the syringe up to her lips, slowly squirting the liquid in until it was all gone. 

Right away, Willa felt it course through her system as she became even groggier. The noise quieted around her and her body felt limp. She allowed the doctor to touch her, unable to do anything to stop him. She was turned over onto her stomach and a moment later the diaper was removed. She felt a cold wipe, in between her butt cheeks, cleaning away the mess. Willa fidgeted, uncomfortable and then suddenly felt an object obtrude into her bum. She howled in pain, doing everything she could to escape the straps that held her down. 

Willa was faintly aware of the shushes coming from the nurse above but paid her no attention. She continued to wail through the pacifier until a minute later the object was removed and an even thicker diaper nighttime diaper was secured around her bottom. Someone rubbed her back in circles and she relished in the cold touch. She blinked a few times and finally quieted down much to everyone’s relief. She still sniffled but no longer felt the need to try to escape. She was content just laying there on the table… for now. 

“She’s got a temperature of 103.3.” the doctor said as he read the rectal thermometer. “I gave her a low dose of relaxant medicine which should wear off in a few hours. She’s got a fever but that’s normal at first for babies as young as her. It should go away within a couple of days and until then I’d give her liquid medication and use vaseline on her chest to clear up her nose. If it doesn’t get better in three days or her temperature increases, bring her back.” 

Astrid nodded, filing the information away at the back of her mind. “What should we do about feeding? She won’t hold anything down.” 

“Give her bottles of water and start with small amounts of cold milk. Over time it’ll become easier for her to digest.” he said. “This is also the perfect opportunity to start breastfeeding. She’s weak and dependent on you. She’ll regress even more and will be less likely to fight. It’s worked many times before in the past.”


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Fifers this has caught my interest and curiosity. Hopefully Willa's treatment goes better as she learns to let others love her and can trust that she is getting a chance to make better memories and leave the tragedy of her past truly in her past.

Thank you for taking the time to post your story where others can enjoy reading it. I eagerly anticipate your next chapter.

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Chapter 4:

“You’re ok baby.” her voice washed over her like a warm summer breeze. Willa closed her eyes, feeling herself begin to un-tense. She felt much better than before. Her head didn’t hurt as much and the warm bath did wonders to her stuffed nose. A soft hum sounded from her lips as she closed her eyes and the nurse poured the warm water over her head. 

Willa didn’t care about how degrading this was. She just didn’t want to be sick anymore and at that moment… she felt comfortable. 

The soap was washed out of her hair and soon she was taken out and bundled up in a warm towel. After drying her off, she was placed back into the impossibly thick diaper and her pacifier removed. She licked her lips, enjoying the freedom but made no move to speak. Every other time she spoke she ended up with a sore bottom. Willa did not want that to happen again. 

Her stomach growled, hungry for the daily bottle she had become used to, but no bottle appeared. Willa did her best not to whine but she was starving. 

Astrid had been giving her small amounts of liquids, so she wouldn’t throw up again but it was not enough for the young girl. She wanted more. 

They were back in the nursery and Willa was swaddled loosely but still tight enough that she couldn’t let her arms loose. Ever since the hospital visit, she’d entered almost a passive state, not fighting anything the nurses did. They knew it wouldn’t last but for now they would take advantage of her calm demeanor. 

“Don’t worry, you’re going to get your milkies,” the nurse smiled down at her. Willa felt an ounce of confusion at the lack of bottle but eyes widened as she pulled down her shirt, and breast sprang loose from what was a nursing bra. Her darkened nipple teased her lips and Willa knew there was no getting out of this. 

“This is where your babas come from.” she spoke in the same sickly sweet tone. “This is how you’re going to feed from now on because you’re just a baby. I’d hate to remove your teeth if something were to go wrong.” 

Willa shuddered and eyes watered. The threat was clear-- no biting. She wouldn’t like the consequences. Even if she tried, Willa couldn’t turn her head away. Swallowing what little pride she had left, she took the nipple in her mouth, careful to avoid her teeth and began to suck. A few minutes later, a stream of warm liquid entered her mouth. She sucked vigorously, the milk tasting even sweeter from the source. Like the pacifier, her breast pulled her into a deep sense of security. 

The nurse’s words passed over her head as she continued to nurse, unaware of the flood of pee that had entered her diaper. They remained that way for another hour, switching breasts several times. Astrid patted her back, praising her as she let out a small burp and spit dribbled down her mouth. Willa’s eyes were completely glossed over and taking in her subdued state, Astrid changed her wet diaper without a problem. 

At the back of Willa’s mind a voice was screaming at her not to give in. But she welcomed the feel of the cushiony pillow. She welcomed the full and warm feeling in her stomach.  For once today she wasn’t nauseous and Willa wanted it to stay that way. She didn't want to hurt anymore and right now… she was the most at peace that she had ever been in her life. She wanted the feeling to last just a little bit longer. She wasn’t ready to come back to her painful reality. 

A tiny smile appeared on her lips as Astrid made silly faces above her. A giggle raised from her chest as she tickled under her chin and blew a spit bubble. She was kept naked except for the diaper, her body hot and sticky. She was about to whine to be picked up again when she noticed the stuffed unicorn beside her. With a weak grasp, she clutched it in her hand, holding it close to her body. It was just a simple object… yet it meant the world to her. 


The vaseline did wonders to clear her airways. Astrid had smeared the cold stuff across her chest in hopes that it would make it easier for her to breath. Within an hour she had stopped crying and was now eagerly feeding from her breast. Astrid patted her diapered bottom, giving her a break every few minutes. She had been nursing for just a little over an hour. Her stomach would be even more upset at the rate she was ingesting the milk and that was the last thing she wanted to happen. 

Astrid groaned, her nipples sore, but knew it had to be done. Once they began to breastfeed it was almost impossible to go back to bottles unless you decided to age them up. Willa didn’t even realize how dependent she had become on the woman. Even half asleep, she unconsciously suckled her breast, burying her face deeper into her bosom. 

Astrid hummed a lullaby as the young girl dozed off in her arms with her mouth still stuffed with her nipple. Willa gripped the plushie to her chest. She had been unwilling to put it down since she got it last night. 

Astrid was pleased with the progress they had made. It had been two weeks since Willa arrived and while the other girls were an absolute terror, Willa was close to perfect. She woke up on her own every three hours, crying out for someone and though still embarrassed, struggled less against the older woman with the diaper changes. It had become pretty clear now that she didn’t care about her princess parts, as Astrid liked to call them. That made Willa feel a little better even if she still felt awkward about being naked around another person. 

Gently, Astrid removed her breast from her mouth and replaced it with a pacifier which immediately began to bob up and down. She ran her finger delicately over her puffy cheek, relishing in the feel of her baby soft skin. She didn’t know how she was going to give her up. Willa had her wrapped around her tiny finger. 

She placed her in the incubator as gently as possible and after fixing her shirt, quietly exited the nursery. She walked down the hall and took a left when she bumped into another person. 

She looked up, ready to apologize but mouth dropped open at the sight of the woman. It was the CEO of the hospital-- Mary Jenkins. 

“Hello, Astrid!” she exclaimed, holding a file in her hand. She stood with her back ramrod straight and glasses sat on the tip of her nose. She was dressed in a grey pantsuit and black heels. Her black hair was pulled back and hung in a low ponytail. 

“Mrs. Jenkins, we weren’t expecting you,” said Astrid. She only came to the hospital when there were big events such as adoption day. That’s why it was such a surprise to find her roaming the halls. 

“I was actually coming to find you! I apologize for not giving further notice but I was just informed today of an interest in a baby. You've recently been promoted to Head Nurse of the Newborn Ward, yeah?” 

She nodded her head and eyebrows furrowed together. Adoption day wasn’t for several more weeks and the current children were not nearly regressed enough to be considered for adoption. 

“You know we normally wouldn’t do this, but Marina Tischner and her husband have expressed special interest in a newborn. I believe her name is, Willa?” 

“Y-yeah, Babygirl Willa! I’m her caretaker and Nurse Lizzie assists me. Willa has only been here about two weeks but she’s very submissive. She rarely fights back and it doesn’t take much to correct her.” 

The two of them began to walk back to the nursery as they discussed the young girl. It rarely happened that they put up a little for adoption before they were fully regressed. But there were always special cases… such as now. Dr. Tischner was an integral part of running the hospital and without her, they wouldn’t have any of the littles they have now. She was also a world-renowned psychologist so anything she wanted… she got it. 

“She's been sick but it’s slowly fading. After talking to the doctor yesterday, we decided the best course to take was to begin breastfeeding-” 

“She’s only been here for about two weeks!” 

Astrid smiled and nodded her head. “Her sickness has caused her to fall deeper into her headspace. She eagerly feeds and hasn’t fought back yet. It took a little encouragement the first time but now she’s all set.” 

“What does she still need to work on?” asked Mrs, Jenkins, clearly in shock with how quickly Willa had taken to the treatment. 

Astrid sighed and explained, “she still gets embarrassed with using her diaper and is slowly becoming incontinent. The only person she can stand changing her is me but even then will show some resistance. Willa is also weary of strangers. She is only comfortable with me and sometimes Nurse Lizzie. When we took her to the doctor she screamed her head off the entire time.”

“Have you exposed her to other littles at all or nurses?” 

“No.” she said. “Our policy with the newborns is we can keep them completely isolated with one or two people as their caretakers. We don’t want to overwhelm them with too many new changes because they are more prone to fall out of their headspace.” 

Mrs. Jenkins nodded her head, glancing over her paper file again. They stopped at the doors of the nursery and peered into the dark room. 

“I just put her down to sleep about ten minutes ago. She’s adjusted very well to the newborn schedule and will wake up about every three hours, crying for me. She usually wets herself while asleep but we still have trouble with getting her to poop. It usually takes some encouragement but she’s getting better at it.”

The older woman hummed in response and turned to Nurse Astrid. “Can I see her? I understand she was just put to sleep but is it possible to wake her up? I want to see her up close.” 

Astrid hesitated, knowing that one change could screw up the entire routine. They had just gotten her onto the sleeping schedule and they couldn’t afford to mess it all up. 

But she couldn’t say no to the woman. She was her boss. 

“I suppose we can see her quickly. But no longer than ten minutes.” 


“Open your eyes, baby girl. It’s mommy.” 

Willa heard the faint sound of her soft voice. She was having a nice dream. She didn’t want to wake up. 

“Can you open your eyes, sweetling?” her voice was as smooth as honey. “Mommy will give you a special treat.” 

Willa sucked on the large pacifier, becoming increasingly interested. She felt soft hands rub her stomach in soothing circles. Reluctantly, she blinked her eyes open. 

Her mom- nurse Astrid smiled down at her. She spoke words she couldn’t comprehend and looking to the left, Willa followed her gaze. Beside them stood a stern looking woman. 

Her face immediately became heated, embarrassed at the fact she was a grown woman wearing a diaper. She looked away, vigorously sucking her pacifier, wishing that this was all a dream that she'd wake up from someday.

But it wasn't.

Willa glanced up at the nurse with glassy eyes, pleading with her to make the stranger go away. 

As if this wasn’t humiliating enough. 

“Mrs. Jenkins is a very nice lady.” the nurse told her. “Baby Willa doesn’t need to be afraid. Mommy isn’t going to leave you.” 

Willa cried, letting out a high pitched scream. She began to be bounced and the nurse whispered what she believed to be calming words but nothing would cease her attitude. Finally, Nurse Astrid had had enough. Sitting down in the rocking chair, she released her breast from her shirt. Willa didn’t even have a chance to object as the pacifier was removed and nipple stuffed in her mouth. 

For a moment she was tempted to bite her but then remembered her threat. 

Willa enjoyed having her teeth. 

The nurse held her head so she couldn’t turn away and after a few moments of struggle, gave in, going slack jawed. As quickly as she was filled with shame a new hunger took over. Her mind quickly drifted to her full breast as she suckled the sweet milk, unaware of the conversation happening. 

“Remarkable…” Mrs. Jenkins breathed as she observed the adult baby on her boob. From afar she looked like an actual baby. Her body was already tiny and breasts were small. She could immediately see the couple’s attraction. 

“How often does she nurse?” she asked. 

“Every time she wakes up. It causes her to wet more as well. Once I’ve got her settled, she’ll be content for a while.” 

The woman jotted down notes in her file, unable to take her eyes off of Willa. She observed the pigtails on the side of her head, tightly wrapped in two pink ribbons. No hair was present anywhere on her body. She was as smooth as could be. 

“Will you do anything with the hair on her head?”

Astrid shrugged. “We usually leave that decision for their new parents. If they want us to remove her hair we will. Sometimes it’s also requested that we remove teeth but that’s less common. It usually only comes to that if they’ve misbehaved in some way.” 

Mrs. Jenkins nodded her head in response. She watched as a sudden yellow patch appeared on the front of her diaper but Willa never paused her feeding. She was attached to her nipple as if it were her lifeline. Astrid rubbed her tummy, pressing gently. Willa suddenly began to whimper, knowing what she was doing.

Paste like poop leaked out from her bum having failed to hold it in. Her cheeks tinted pink and slightly groaned, pushing as hard as she could, desperate to relieve the uncomfortableness in her stomach. She was all too aware of the audience and she hung her head in shame, too embarrassed to feel any sort of satisfaction. There was nothing to celebrate about a twenty year old woman shitting in her diaper.  

She kept her eyes trained on the ceiling, staring at the infantile drawings as her diaper was changed. She knew they were talking about her. All she could think about was how she allowed herself to be brought to this point. 

Willa sniffled and clutching the unicorn in her left hand, began to cry. She didn’t care who saw. It was obvious no one was coming to save her. She was destined to a life of messy diapers and breast milk and the worst part was that she found herself enjoying it. 


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Chapter 5: 

A/N: A lot of non-con in this chapter… just a warning. 


“Willa, no!” 

The young girl screamed as a fifth sharp smack hit her bare bottom. It was fair to say that she was no longer sick and this brought along a whole new set of challenges. It had been two days since she last saw the strange woman and from what she could overhear, they were planning something. It involved her. 

Willa was not pleased to say the least. The fuzziness had left her head when she woke up and now felt much stronger. Willa knew the risks but still did exactly what the woman had warned her not to do. 

She bit Nurse Astrid’s fingers as hard as she could, drawing blood. 

Willa internally celebrated her little victory. She couldn’t walk. Her punches and kicks were weak so the next best thing she could use was her mouth. 

Willa took the moment when her pacifier was removed to attack her in the only way she could. She had been submissive for too long and she couldn’t handle it any longer. 

But her plan backfired. 

Now, she was bent over the nurse’s knee as she administered twenty painful swats to her bottom, not with her hand, but with a paddle and mouth had been washed out with a bar soap. Her mouth was no stuffed with an inflatable pacifier gag. It had been expanded to the largest point, allowing her only to breath through her nose. 

“Bad baby!” Nurse Astrid chastised. 

Willa cried, snot dripped from her nose, and tears stained her puffy cheeks. After about fifteen minutes later, she gave in, finally pleading for forgiveness. The threat was still clear in her mind.

She didn’t want to lose her teeth. 

Nurse Astrid showed her her bottom in the mirror. It was as red as could be. She thought it was over. Her punishments had never been this harsh. 

Willa was wrong. 

The restraints were taken out (which hadn't been used in a while) and Willa was placed on her stomach on the changing table. They were tightened around her waist, wrists and ankles. Nurse Lizzie had arrived but she couldn’t hear what they were saying. All she could hear was rustling and suddenly something sharp intruded into her bum through her sphincter.  A cold rush of soapy water came rushing in, quickly distending her bowels. Her stomach churned in agony as she was forced to lay there for five minutes. Nobody comforted her. Nobody held her hand. 

The object was taken out and  replaced with a large plug. Her eyes widened as she felt her hole widen and the object was slowly pushed in. It felt as if her bottom was about to split open. She sobbed, tired and in pain, as the water in stomach slosh around uncomfortably. Her bum clenched around the plug and as hard as she tried to push it out, it wouldn’t budge. 

She had to poop. 

The object was preventing her. 

She had never been more desperate to shit in her life. 

Willa was released from the restraints only to be turned over onto her back and tied down again. The cramping increased but Nurse Lizzie and Astrid ignored her cries, barely glancing at her. They continued what they were doing without stopping.  

Her chest rose up and down, frantic, as the nurse take a large needle out of her bag. 

Willa hated needles. 

She hated anything sharp.

Without warning, she jabbed it into her side and within a minute, her entire lower body was numb. She didn't know what else they did to her but five thick large diapers were secured tightly around her waist. Her legs were forced out at a 140 degree angle, impossible to close. Pink plastic pants with white frills were placed over the diaper and pink mitts encased her hands into a fist. Next came the blanket that she had come to dread. She was tightly swaddled, tighter than before. Her entire stomach became even more bloated as she was tightly compressed unable to relieve herself. 

She stared up at the two women, inconsolable. They smiled down at her but it was not the smiles she was used to. 

They were manipulative. Cold. Angry. 

Willa knew she had screwed up. 

Astrid lifted her up in a restraining hold and placed her in the cage (Willa now called).  The nurse spoke and she intently listened. “If you had been a good baby, we never would have had to do this. I know you can’t help your big girl thoughts but we’ll get those sorted out very soon. This is to teach you that it's not ok to bite. The water we gave your bum- bum will help you make nice poopies. But you can’t go until we take out the little plug. We also put a little device in your princess part to help you pee. I know it’s uncomfortable but it’s not ok to hurt your mommy. Your mommy loves you very very much. I’m being nice and not taking out your little teethies but next time you're a bad girl… mommy won’t be so nice.” 

The nurse purposefully pressed down on her tender stomach. Gas escaping her bottom and the two women giggled, wrinkling their nose at the wretched oder. 

They left her to her own mess. Willa felt a little pee leak out and then suddenly a flood. Her muscles were useless, unable to clench them shut. Soggy and wet, all she could do was lay there, wishing for it all to end. 


The two nurses sat in Astrid’s office, adding to Willa’s file. Nurse Lizzie sat in the chair on the other side of her desk. The office was on the third floor of the building. Since Astrid was the Head of the Newborn Ward, she got the largest office. The walls were plain white with one window. You could see the playground down below and watch as the little’s ran around. There wasn’t much in the room except a few pictures of Astrid and her husband. 

Elizabeth Parker was thirty years old and had worked at Little Beginnings for the past five years. It wasn’t her first choice of a job. She completed college and had a nursing degree but was never fully satisfied working on the mainland. When she fell in love with her current girlfriend, she was introduced to the world of ageplay. Her girlfriend was a nanny in Henderson and took care of adult babies. 

Lizzie was stunned to say the least. She almost broke up with her, disgusted by the fetish but something in her heart told her to stay. She thought about it for several months before agreeing to visit Henderson. 

The community was a very secretive place. They didn’t let just anyone in. Lizzie had to wait several more months before she was approved entry and even then had to sign numerous legal papers, claiming she wouldn’t speak of Henderson’s existence to anyone deemed dangerous, afraid they would reveal the community. She knew the consequences of breaking the rules. She, herself would be turned into an adult baby. 

Henderson was a mix of willing and unwilling people. Some were regressed down to as young as newborns. They could only cry, sleep, use their diaper, and breastfeed. Some had their teeth and hair removed while others didn’t. Others were around the ages of toddlers and preschoolers. They crawled, walked, some wore diapers while a majority wore pull ups and training pants. 

She was shocked at first, witnessing these grown men and women being treated as babies, but ever so slowly she became used to it. This wasn’t a fetish to them. It was an actual lifestyle and she was not one to judge. She was now a part of it. 

Lizzie found herself spending more and more days in Henderson, helping her girlfriend watch littles. After a year she moved there and a few weeks later, her girlfriend proposed. They were married a month later. 

That was four years ago. 

Lizzie found herself not caring that some were forced into this life because the way she viewed it was that they were being saved. Most of the adults came from poor lives on the mainland and desperately needed help. 

Henderson was saving them. She was saving them. 

Having already been certified as a nurse, she was quickly able to get a job at Little Beginnings where she specialized in treating adult babies. 

There were two main buildings. The therapist office, that appeared just to be a normal building to people unaware of Henderson. That’s where they first were sent under the guise they were going to therapy. Dr. Tischner talked them up, earning their trust before drugging them with the water. Then they were transferred to the main hospital, where it was assed how young they would be regressed. 

There were three floors. The first floor was just a basic hospital for Henderson. The second floor was the Little Ward. That’s where adults were regressed from three to seven years old (rarely anyone was older than that). Then the third floor was the Newborn Ward. They called it the Newborn Ward because it was the youngest age they could be regressed down. However, not all were newborns, others were regressed from anywhere between zero and two years old. 

That was Lizzie’s favorite ward. They were all so pure. So innocent. They were angels by the end of the regression and she couldn’t imagine a more serene place. 

She was still in training though. You could only work in the Newborn Ward after three years of experience with the Littles. The first year was just spent learning all about Ageplay and how to regress them by observing other nurses. Then after the two years in the Little Ward she was able to move up. Now she interned under Astrid Reichner,  a stern but kind hearted woman who genuinely cared for them all. 

“How long do we wait?” she asked the older woman. 

The typing on the keyboard stopped. She looked up at the clock. “I’d say about twenty minutes. We usually give enemas about fifteen, but she has to learn her lesson. We are not going to go easy on her, this is meant to be a punishment.” 

Lizzie nodded. “And what about the catheter?” 

“Until she’s incontinent. The more she wets herself, the more natural it’ll be for her. Same with the enemas. She’ll receive them daily until she can no longer hold back.” she said. “We’ve also got to call Dr. Tischner and her husband to inform them that the adoption will be delayed. She won’t be ready in two days. It’ll probably take about a week just to get her to where she was before and then another week to be completely regressed.” 

It shocked the both of them when Willa acted out this morning. Everything had been going so well, she had nearly been in her headspace… or so they thought. Sickness usually pushed them deeper but when getting better, there was always a chance they could fall out. That was exactly what happened to Willa. 


A/N: I’ve been writing like crazy all day :). Thank you for those who have reviewed and liked this story. I really appreciate it! Answering kirababy's comment, I gave a little insight into Nurse Lizzie’s life and I’ll do the same with the others.  Also, follow me if you wanna see my other stories. I’m not sure if I mentioned this before but I’m planning this to be a two to three part story! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy! I’ll update again soon!

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