Little Beginnings: Emmy's New Life

[Fifers12]

On 5/20/2021 at 4:01 AM, AdultInnocence said:

Enjoying her story. It has very dark aspects to it. The main series didn't really do the center justice. It said enough for the series but this is like a behind the scenes look.

Thank you! I wanted to make this darker and show more sides to the community that I hadn't touched on before! An update will be coming soon!

On 5/20/2021 at 1:36 PM, 1505_madmax said:

woooaahhh!!! love both the chapters!!! Im loving Emmy!!! such a lovely transformation!!

Thank you!! A new chapter is coming soon!

On 5/20/2021 at 9:48 PM, SGTbaby said:

I like she is taking little longer to break but am also enjoying the overall story theme!

Thank you! I should update again soon! 

[Fifers12]

Chapter 5: 

Circle time was not like Emma remembered. There were no games or stories. It was meant to humiliate and degrade them even further. She was the only one who could see it.

Everyone had a star chart. Good behavior earned stars and bad behavior lost stars and a punishment was earned. People like perfect little Asha, who did no wrong, had many stars and loved to brag about it. But those like Lily were left with no new stars. Emma pitied the girl- no- she pitied all of them. 

Nurse Nelly held the chart with all of their names and many golden, sparkly stickers. There were no stars next to her name but Chrissy had a lot of stars, more than the others. More than annoying little Asha. She could see how it irked the dark haired girl. 

Anxiously, every person waited for their turn, nearly wetting themselves in the meantime. One girl actually did and her face blushed bright red. Emma listened, turning pale as Nurse Jill goaded the golden-haired girl across from her. It was Lily and her eyes were a shimmering blue as tears tumbled down her cheeks. She sobbed, not like a twenty year-old woman being embarrassed but like a two year-old being reprimanded. 

“Stop your tears, Lily. You made nurse Nelly very sad. Do you know what rules you broke?”

The girl nodded and hung her head in shame. Under her breath she mumbled a few words. That wasn’t enough for the older woman. 

“Don’t mumble.” her voice hardened. “Tell your friends what a naughty girl you’ve been.” 

The girl’s lips wobbled and she pouted. With her eyes trained on the ground, in a louder voice said, “I… I no’wisten to Nurse Newy an-and I fwo peaches. Wiwy, sowwy.” 

“Lily has lost two stars today,” Nurse Jill turned to Nelly who peeled off the golden stickers much to the young girl’s horror. 

“You know what happens next… ” 

Lily did, as she shifted to her hands and knees and crawled into the center of the circle where Nurse Jill sat. Lifting up her dress, showing everyone her pullup, she bent over the woman's lap. 

“Let this be a lesson for all of you young girls,” her eyes lingered on Emma. “naughty behavior will be tolerated.” 

She curled in just a little on herself, cheeks tinting pink. The girl’s pullup was removed and with her hand, harsh slaps landed upon the girl’s bum, turning her milky white skin red. Lily counted each spank, sniffling and kicking her legs. It didn’t stop until thirty. She stayed bent over, allowing the nurse to show her sore bottom to the entire group. After, Lily attacked the woman in a hug, holding onto her for dear life. She was desperate for her approval again and for her love.

“I sowwyy!” she wailed.

It was a sickening scene to watch. 

“Oh, baby. It’s not your fault,” her head was patted condescending. “We’re adults and it’s our job to teach you how to be a good little girl. You don’t know any better, do you? You depend on adults to help you be good.” 

She nodded her head and her wide doe eyes begged for forgiveness. “I, bad giwl. Wuv, ooh.” 

“I love you too, sweetheart.” her lips curved up into a cruel smile. 

She patted her bottom, rather hard and nudged the pacifier between her lips that had fallen out of her mouth. “Go back to your spot baby. You did a good job.” 

Lily hissed in pain but the smile never left her wobbling lips. The padding was pulled back up and Lily grimaced, crawling out of the circle as it chafed against her raw skin. 

“Who’s next?”

With her catlike shaped eyes, predatory, she scanned the room until they stopped on the girl beside her. Chrissy. 

“Do you think you’ve been a good girl, this week, Chrissy?” 

“Yesh!” she bounced on her bottom. 

“I don’t think so.” Nurse Jill clicked her tongue, causing the girl’s excitement to dim. 

Chrissy was always a good girl. She always earned stars.  Emma could practically hear her racing heart as her chest rose up and down. 

“Somebody had a big accident earlier, didn’t they? You made a little present for me.” 

Emma remembered the overt smell of poop that wafted from her bottom before a nurse whisked her away. 

“You know to ask for the potty. I thought you were our big girl but I don’t know anymore. You don’t want to be a baby again, do you?” 

“No!” the girl screeched. Her brows formed an upside down v and face scrunched up. She was trying not to cry but it didn’t last for long. The pacifier bounced up and down, as she suckled anxiously. 

“Do you want to be a good girl again?” 

Chrissy nodded her head, pigtails flying in her face. 

“Come here, Chrissy. If you are truly a good girl, you’ll help me.” 

The other adult-women in the circle glowered. While they all got spankings, Chrissy seemed to be a favorite. 

The girl crawled into the circle, still sniffling but the tears had stopped. Sitting on her heels, her legs spread wide open. She showed off the white padding and leaned against the older woman’s side, wishing to be back in her good graces. 

“How much do you love your friends?” Nurse Jill asked in a sweet voice. 

Chrissy, while confused brightened up. “A wot!” 

“A lot?” the nurse feigned a gasp. “How much do you love Emmy?”

Her head shot up but Chrissy smiled and exclaimed. “Bes’ fwend!” 

Best friend? Apparently they were now. What was this woman playing at? 

“You know Emmy’s been a very naughty girl-”

“No good!” Chrissy frowned. 

“Yes, that’s right,” the woman patted her head. “Emmy’s not been good. Do you know what happens to naughty girls?” 

“Spanky.” 

“Yes, naughty girls get spanked. But you don’t want your best friend to have any ouchies do you?” 

The girl shook her head side to side, adamant. However, Emma gulped, realizing what she was doing. Pitting her only, kind-of friend, against her? Now that was mean. 

“What do you think Emmy should get? The two of you can either wear matching diapees or Emmy gets many spankies.” 

Emma silently pleaded with her, hoping she would see the desperation in her eyes and… she did. Emma couldn’t contain her shock as she stared back, seemingly aware. But when she thought there was hope… it disappeared. 

“Spankies.” the girl mumbled, her voice turning innocently young. “Emmy bad.” 

Here, it was every man for himself, that much was obvious. 

ooOoo

This was her second spanking of the day and if her skin hadn’t already been bruised, it definitely was now. Circle time was over and they were back with the toys. Emma didn’t play but laid on her stomach and watched Chrissy. The nurses wouldn’t let them be apart. Chrissy had become her designated friend and helper but Emma could care less about her. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Emma’s head shot up, unsure if she’d heard correctly. Chrissy stacked wooden blocks on top of each other only to knock them down each time. With her pacifier clipped to the front of her dress, she mumbled again, “don’t react.” 

No. She’d heard correctly. 

“Every two hours the nurses rotate stations so we have about five minutes of less supervision.” 

True to her word, Emma looked behind to see the nurses backs turned and Nelly walked out the door with Jill following. 

“Jill is the head nurse and is always around. You don’t want to get on her bad side. Trust me, you’ll regret it.” her voice was just above a whisper, only Emma being able to hear. 

With her eyes wide, her heart pounded against her chest and so many questions sat on the tip of her tongue yet was unable to ask them. 

“I know you’re wondering what this place is.” she said. “I don’t know how long I’ve been here but I know enough that these people want us to be babies. Once we’re properly regressed, as they call it, we’ll be adopted by other people. They’ll be our mommies and daddies.”

Emma gave her a pleading look, desperate for the strap around her head to be removed but Chrissy gave a sad shake. 

“They’ll be suspicious.” she explained. “We can’t draw attention to ourselves and I know you want to escape. We’ve all tried before but trust me, it won’t work. This place is impenetrable.” 

Emma whined, the only sound she could only make. This wasn’t fair. She wanted to know how Chrissy was still sane. 

The girl seemed to have read her mind. 

“I pretended to break,” she whispered. “I fought so much until one day I overheard the nurses talking. They do lobotomies here and I wasn’t about to let them cut into my brain. The nurses will go easy on you if you at least cooperate. I did just that and they knew I wasn’t broken but that was enough for them. Eventually, after a while, they must have assumed I regressed because the straps came off and I was given free reign- or as much as they would allow.” 

Emma struggled to not be angry with the girl. Chrissy was just as much of a victim as she. 

“I used to hate it here. I rather would’ve died than be humiliated like this. However, over time you come to realize that it’s not that bad. The pullups, baby talk, and toys become normal. Sometimes it’s even fun, life is easier in a lot of ways.” 

Perhaps she was wrong. Maybe, the girl had lost her mind and just didn’t realize. Never would this be normal for her. 

Chrissy gave her a knowing look. “I know what you are thinking. I also know that you’re angry with me about earlier. I’m sorry about that but you have to understand that I’m so close to being adopted and I’m not going to let them stick me back in diapers.” 

She understood, sort of, and was less mad than before. Chrissy opened her mouth, about to say something more when the door opened once again. The nurses were back and Chrissy gave her a knowing look. 

She didn’t know when they’d speak again.

A little while later, Emma watched as the group was led away in the opposite direction. A woman held onto her hand but she wanted to go with them. Nothing good happened when she was separated from the group. The warning from Chrissy rang clear in her mind. 

“You’re still too little to eat with the other girls and I know nurse Janie has missed you very much. Her milk is yummy, isn’t it?” 

She wanted to say no but found herself nodding. She didn’t know how they did it. The nurse walked slowly with her down the hall. Only a few people passed and waved down at her enthusiastically. Emma was less than happy and they chalked it up to her being in a grumpy mood. A small part of her brain wanted to just give in. Why suffer the torture? The spankings? If Chrissy was telling the truth, the last thing she wanted was her brain to be cut up into little bits. But the other part of her knew that giving up was never an option. There was too much to fight for. 

ooOoo

Once again, she found herself curled up in the nurse’s arms, lulled into a milky daze. Her stomach was full and sloshy and she gave a sluggish smile, enjoying the feel of the nurses fingers, gently massaging her scalp. The woman hummed a tune under her breath, as they rocked back and forth. Emma suckled calmly on her breast though no more milk leaked out. She just found the action soothing. 

“Oh, how adorable is she?” she heard the faintest voice in the background. 

“Right now, she is.” the nurse smirked. “Just wait until the daze goes away and she’ll be an absolute nightmare.”

“She reminds me of Chrissy when she first arrived.” 

Emma squirmed just a little bit at the sound of her name. 

“Oh yes, she was a challenge,” the woman giggled. “But now look at her; milk bottles are the most precious thing in the world to her and she’d have an absolute fit if she didn't get bubbles at bath time. They all break in the end no matter how hard they fight.” 

“Well this little one will be compliant in no time I’m sure. She’s already on her way.”

Emma doesn’t know at what point she tuned out of the conversation but when her eyes fluttered open, they were once again alone in the nursery. Her lips smacked together realizing that her mouth was free for the first time. There was no pacifier. No boob. But she didn’t speak. The nurse cleaned her face with a wet cloth. 

“You made a very big burp, didn't you?” Nurse Janie cooed down at her. “I bet your tummy feels much better.” 

Her stomach did feel better, Emma realized with a frown. At the same time, she also realized that she had no recollection of the last hour. Who was the other woman? Where had she gone?

“I think it’s time to join your little friends again. What does Emmy think?” she gave her cheeks a squeeze. “They’re just enjoying a little tv time right now. Why don’t we go give them a visit.” 

Emma couldn’t say no and could only follow along with addle-brained with the pacifier lodged back in her mouth.

ooOoo

A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you to those who reviewed and liked, I really appreciate it! I LOVE when people review and would really like to hear everyone’s opinions! I should update again soon and quicker, as school is almost over for me! Thank you all for reading!

[SGTbaby]

Glad someone is explaining things to her. I wonder if Chrissie gets exposed at some point?

[sparky_dude]

Very insightful. Cant wait for more

[1505_madmax]

I love it!!! waiting for more as always! this chapter felt a bit more like bridging the gap a bit than story building... but I like it none the less!

[Fifers12]

Disclaimer: A lot (more) non-con... just a warning.

Chapter 6: 

The small white key card was as light as a feather in her hand. She moved quickly, silently down the hallway. Her pullup had been discarded and was too focused on her mission to notice the mess that wafted from her bottom. Her sanity depended on this moment. All morning, Emma had toddled after the nurse, played with Chrissy, used the potty like an obedient girl. But she was watching and waiting the entire time. There was a new woman- a nurse. It was her first day on the job. 

She’d already made two mistakes in the first hour. 

One- always make sure the badge is in a secure location so it doesn't fall into the wrong hands and two-  never turn your back. 

That’s how Emma found herself in possession of the key to her freedom. Of course, Chrissy’s warning echoed at the back of her mind but Emma had come to the conclusion that she was almost out of time. Friday was within a day’s reach and it hadn’t escaped her notice of the talks surrounding the operations, more importantly, her operations, whatever they meant by that. However, she didn’t want to stick around to find out. 

It was impossible to remember the long winding hallways as they took so many turns and the girl was usually milk-drunk but she’d made sure to ask for the potty before nursing time. 

The days passed by quickly as she seemed to have fallen into a schedule (a boring one at that). Every morning Nurse Janie woke her up and she nursed in the rocking chair while everyone went to breakfast somewhere else. Her mind was always left all loopy, which she now viewed as a nice escape, and quickly got settled in for tv time. Chrissy and her always sat next to each other and afterward were escorted by Nurse Jill to the nursery where it was nap time. She always felt smaller when awakening and somehow always managed to mess herself. Emma did not like the feeling and hated the feel of the cold wipe. 

Then it was back to the playroom. The young girl still hated the place but her clothes had been given back- which she was thankful for- and didn’t want to lose them again. Pissing in her pants was bad enough and Nurse Jill always made a game of it, showing off her yellow stained padding during circle time. Emma was very frustrated with her loose bladder because she hadn’t had an accident since she was little. 

Next it was back with Nurse Janie and Emma hated to admit how she had begun to look forward to the feedings and practically salivated just at the sight of her full and large breasts. Emma did not have the words to describe the experience. 

The day repeated until bedtime when she was given a bath, nursed, and was then put to sleep. To sum up her daily life, she was bored. The infantile toys could not hold her interest for so long. She wasn’t stupid. 

But this lady didn’t know any better and it was too easy to convince her to remove the mitts from her hands and turn her back. All it took was a massive case of explosive diarrhea (and Emma’s pride), which she had been holding in since her morning feeding, to send the nurse running for more supplies in the cabinet across the hall from the bathroom. She’d made the mistake of thinking that Emma would sit still like a good girl. She’d made the mistake of dropping her key card in the process of trying to fix the horrid mess and prevent another one from happening. It was all too easy and nothing was ever this simple but Emma seemed to be up on her luck. 

The young girl was gone, having simply vanished into thin air by the time she reappeared. Emma had slipped right past her, unnoticed and down the hall, desperate for an exit. 

ooOoo

Door after door, handle after handle was locked. Emma was sure she hadn’t been down this hallway yet, though they all looked the same. Her legs had quickly grown frail from lack of exercise and her inactivity was showing its effects. Her chest heaved up and down and she leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath. It shouldn’t have been this hard to walk a few steps, it’s not like she was wheelchair bound. 

Emma took another hesitant step and body trembled in response. She just had to make it around the corner and then maybe she’d find the exit. Just maybe. The tiniest flicker of hope kept her moving but she didn’t have to struggle much longer. With her heart slamming against her chest, vibrating through her ribcage, she froze at the sound of a voice. 

They were behind her. 

“Look who we have here!” 

Crap.   

Nurse Jill. 

Perhaps she should’ve just given up and surrendered but with a sudden burst of energy surged forward like a soldier in battle but her legs gave out a few steps in and tumbled to the ground. Tears swam in her eyes, blurring her vision and watched in horror as the click of the woman’s ruby red heels made its way for her, stopping in front of her face. Her eyes flashed upward to the woman even more evil than Cruella de Vil. 

“Please…” Emma pleaded in just a gust of a breath but there would be no mercy for her. 

“Such a naughty girl.” she tsked though her ruby red lips curved up into a sinister smile. “Do you know how many rules you’ve broken?”

Emma didn’t want to know and Nurse Jill continued as if she hadn't asked a question. “You removed your pullup, ran away from Nurse Ginny, stole, and tried to escape. Would you like me to continue?”

“I-I’m an adult…” she said through a broken voice. “I-I have a life, family…”

“That was just pretend honey.” a sigh escaped her lips. “You played adult with your little friends, remember? That was just a game. This is your real life, your real family…” Emma wasn’t fooled by her sympathetic voice and the tears began to stream down her pink cheeks, humiliated. 

“I know you get confused because you’re so little but I can not allow your naughty behavior to slide. You know what’s going to happen.” 

Two security guards stood on each side of her, large burly men who could crush her in a moment's notice. She cowered back just a little bit. 

“Take her.” Nurse Jill ordered toward the men and they moved forward pouncing on her without a moment's hesitation. 

The young girl wailed louder than a banshee, punching against their rock solid chest, hoping for a miracle that wasn’t going to come. 

ooOoo

Nurse Jill 

There’s always one who tried to escape, though never successfully. It had only been a matter of time before the new girl- Emmy- made her attempt, something all of the nurses looked forward to. The determination they had in their eyes was exhilarating to watch fade as the young ones realized they were trapped. There was nowhere for them to turn except into the arms of the adults- the real ones. 

That’s why she had tasked their newest nurse with bringing Emmy to the potty. She’d seen through her act the entire morning but chose to stay quiet. It was a learning opportunity for the both of them. 

Mistakes happened, ones Nurse Ginny would have to be punished for as well but the sole blame fell on the little rascal who still had in her mind that somehow she was an adult. However Emmy sure didn’t seem like one when she was found with no protection in a poop covered onesie, a tear stained face and spread out on the ground in the midst of a tantrum. No, she was not an adult, far from it and now they just had to make her see. 

The halls were designed to confuse and throw people off. There was only one exit but the littles would pass it a thousand times and never realize it was it. In fact, the young girl had really just gone in circles, lost in the maze of identical halls. 

It was amusing to watch on the security cameras. They could’ve gone after her as soon as Nurse Ginny alerted them but Jill chose to wait. She chose not to go until Emmy had broken down, tired and scared of everything around, confused with her surroundings. In their most vulnerable time they were easy to mold and it’s exactly what the woman needed. 

She was known as the most evil, some would say heartless, nurses. Her hair was always curled in perfect black ringlets ending at her shoulders and framed her heart shaped face. Her signature ruby red lipstick gave her lips a fuller look while contrasting nicely with her pale, ghostly skin and her electric blue eyes had been described by some as catlike. She was a stern woman, always choosing to teach with a stern hand. Discipline was the only way littles would learn.  

Jill directed the two guards, holding the sobbing girl to the playroom. Every so often she'd flail like a fish and then go limp but Jill continued forward with purpose in her stride. Entering the room, the girls were already formed in a circle, sitting quietly. Nurse Hailey and Lizzie were standing watch, already knowing what was gonna take place. 

Faces paled upon first glance at the runaway little clad of appropriate clothing. There was no chatter and a nervous buzz spread throughout the room. Playtime was over. The girl was placed down on the ground and she collapsed in a heap like a bag of potatoes. 

“Emmy here has been a very naughty girl.” her voice was icy cold and there was no beating around the bush. Punishment was obvious as she named all of the rules the girl had broken, scaring some of their bladders. 

“Let this be a lesson for you all,” her voice boomed. “We are here to take care of you, to love you. Naughty behavior makes us very sad and we don’t like to punish you but sometimes it’s necessary. I expect all eyes to be up here and if you look away, you may just find yourself over my lap. Are we clear?” 

A chorus of mumbled yeses sounded throughout the room, no one daring to speak against the angry woman. There was no advance notice as Jill stripped Emmy of her filthy clothes, leaving the girl naked and shivering, now spread across her lap face down. Her almost healed bum was about to break again. 

The girl just never seemed to learn and it was only the beginning. 

ooOoo

Emma

Emma eventually lost count. In the beginning she sobbed and wailed, pleading for forgiveness only to be ignored. She didn’t stop until she reached one hundred and her delicate bum was the shade of a tomato. No soothing cream was administered, no soft comforting words. Instead an entire new bag was brought out. Emma had named it the bag of torture, knowing the woman intended to inflict as much pain on her as possible. 

“Since Emmy here is unable to act like a good little girl, it’s time to take a break from potty training. She’s proven she’s too young.” 

She watched as a few faces in the circle blushed pink and Chrissy gave her the most pitying look with the smallest shake of her head. She’d warned her and Emma had failed to listen. This was all her fault. 

The young girl didn’t have time to think of what could be happening when something was suddenly shoved inside and pushed through her rectum. She screeched as the objects moved inside her with force and let out an agonized moan as an even larger thing was stuffed in her hole. Her butt cheeks closed around the object that was now securely lodged in. 

“All little girls need help going poo, but the little princess plug will keep everything nice and clean until a grownup decides that Emmy here is ready to go potty.” the woman simply announced. Emma was no doctor but was pretty sure that holding in your shit was not healthy. However, that seemed to be the last thing on the woman’s mind. 

Lost in her thoughts, it wouldn’t be until later she noticed the chastity belt and thick diaper secured around her waist. She’d cry and cry to go poop, the medicine working its magic, only to be refused. She’d been caught thrusting her hips in the crib against the bars and that was a no-no action. 

Eventually though the nurse conceded after Emma begged on her hands and knees to go potty and admitting how much of a baby she truly was. The new pacifier in her mouth ballooned out, only allowing her to breathe through her nose and cheeks to puff out even more. They’d covered the bulb with soap so there was a constant taste in her mouth and the only way to relieve the pain was to suck, which she did. 

Now her clothes were gone again, naked except the massive diaper. Her body had been tightly swaddled leaving no room for escape and hair was pulled severely to the sides in ponytails. Nurse Janie hadn’t even been into feed, and while she could do without the breastfeeding, her stomach grumbled, conditioned toward the milk. 

Emma was alone. The nursery was dark and time seemed to pass slowly with no way of knowing how long she had been away. Nothing had gone to plan and tomorrow would be even worse. 

ooOoo

A/N: 

Hey everyone! Sorry it’s been so long! I’ve been so busy but figured I should try to update. Thank you so much to everyone who’s read and reviewed. I really appreciate it! I LOVE when people review and it really motivates me to keep on writing and I’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts! A lot happened in this chapter, a lot of noncon, and it is getting to the point where Emmy will start to break down but it’s far from being over! 

I plan to update again soon but until then, enjoy!

[1505_madmax]

Loved this chapter!! I got such a Handmaids Tale vibe! Loving it! Keep it coming

[SGTbaby]

Evilness for sure but sounds like a necessary evil as well...looking for to the next update!

[D503]

Just catching up, great chapters. Phwoar, poor Emmy but she'll have to learn. Very unlucky to be resistant to the hypnosis. I wonder if the plug was removed and she was rediapered? I like to think she had to beg to poo in her nappy rather than in a potty.

 

[AdultInnocence]

8 hours ago, D503 said:

Just catching up, great chapters. Phwoar, poor Emmy but she'll have to learn. Very unlucky to be resistant to the hypnosis. I wonder if the plug was removed and she was rediapered? I like to think she had to beg to poo in her nappy rather than in a potty.

 

It does say the nurse eventually conceded. It doesn't say if she was changed though and I am guessing since she lost potty privileges she is either in a very messy diaper or got changed into a clean very thick diaper.

 

I am liking the darker aspects of this story. It really paints a picture of what type of things would be done before the Tichners took over in the main story.

[Fifers12]

Chapter 7: 

Voices echoed all around and nameless faces appeared above her. She fought, weakly, against the restraints strapped around her aching limbs but could not break herself loose. A woman smiled, her lips thin, almost non-existent and waved an object in her face. 

Empty words, devoid of any meaning, sounded from her and Emma just watched her pink lips. Lip reading was harder than she originally thought. Her head dozed to the side and cheek pressed against the cold, metallic surface. The people continued work and talked around her and it was as if all time had come to stop. Everyone moved in a fast motion but she stayed stuck. Their voices were like birds, whistling in the early morning. Emma listened as a false sense of calm formed in the pit of her stomach and stared up at the object. 

A rattle. 

Drool dripped from the side of her mouth, already crusting to her skin but her focus was on the jingly noise. The corners of her lips turned up, forming a smile around the paci.

“Jesus, how much did you give her, doc?” someone chuckled.

“Oh, that’s not even the strong stuff, just a little something to help her relax!” Dr. Madison scoffed. “They all react differently to the meds.” 

“And when she wakes up?” the voice rose a smidge. “What then? She’s gonna be confused.” 

“She’ll be fine, isn’t that right honey?” 

Emma followed the woman with heavy eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if she took a little nap, closed her eyes for a few seconds- wait, no- then she wouldn’t be able to escape. Emma hadn’t given up yet. There was still hope, there had to-

The soft sound of music reached her ears and her mind quickly became preoccupied. It was a soothing, calming sound, like a lullaby. 

Her mother sang her lullabies to sleep when she was little. 

Nurse Jamie sang her lullabies. 

She blinked rapidly, trying to stay awake but couldn’t help but be pulled under. It was just a little nap she told herself. What was the harm in that?

ooOoo

A whole year could’ve passed and Emma wouldn't have noticed. However, it was only a few hours later she awoke to a swollen damp padding around her waist. She stared up at the ceiling, her mind sluggish from the medicine. Everything hurt and she couldn’t feel her legs. A few tears leaked from the corner of her eyes before she let out a piercing cry. 

What was wrong with her? 

Nurse Jamie strolled into the room with a pleasant smile on her face. She giggled- freaking giggled- as Emma wailed, her eyes wide with fear. Something was wrong, desperately and horribly wrong and this woman was smiling! Her fists pounded against the mattresses and anxiously suckled on the rubber bulb. 

“Oh, it’s alright baby.” feigned pity coated the woman’s voice. “You just had a little checkup at the doctor’s. She’s helping you feel better, don’t you want to be a healthy baby girl?” 

Emma glared at the woman, her eyes narrowing. She was perfectly healthy (at least physically) beforehand and it wasn’t until this place- this woman- that everything turned to shit. The young imagined hurting the woman, making her suffer just as she’d suffered. Perhaps, when Emma escaped this crazy place, she’d put her in a diaper. How would she like that? 

“Did Emmy wet her nappy?” her voice rose in pitch as she reached into the crib- no cage- and cupped her crotch, squeezing the padding. “Did you make a little tinkle? Oh, yes you did-” 

“Is my patient awake?” a low amused voice sounded throughout the room and a woman wearing a white lab coat appeared above her. 

Emma squirmed, uncomfortable with the growing amount of attention placed on her. She had never liked attention. She was a wallflower, preferring to blend in with the crowd but here, there was no escaping the limelight. 

“How’s she doing?” the woman smiled wide, showing off her pearly white teeth. 

“A bit groggy.” Nurse Jamie shrugged. 

“That is to be expected, although the medication should wear off in a few hours.” responded the woman. She tucked a dark curl behind her ear and reached down into the cage, gripping her by the armpits. 

Emma groaned, her head fell to the side and was barely able to put up a fight. She felt like shit. Like she was drunk, only a thousand times stronger. She was placed on the changing table and paper chafed against her skin, which was more sensitive than normal. She wore nothing but the diaper around her waist, taped too tightly for her to remove. 

“I heard you saying she was wet,” said Dr. Madison as she slipped the rubber gloves onto her tanned hands. “I just wanted to see how everything went for myself.” 

The straps were secured around her once again much to her annoyance and she trained her eyes on the ceiling where fake stars shimmered as she felt the diaper pulled back. She knew that they were not in the nursery and wracked her brain for where they could have taken her. 

Emma wasn’t sure if she was more embarrassed about the fact another complete stranger was seeing her naked or the fact that she had a freaking chastity belt in her. Both were equally horrible. Emma knew they were touching her and gawking but she couldn’t feel or see it. That was what drove her the most crazy. 

“She’s not as wet as I would’ve thought.” the doctor hummed. “After surgery, it can back up their bowel movements and peeing. She’s already completely numb from the waist down and won’t be able to control herself. However, I recommend daily enemas or suppositories for the next several weeks just as a precaution. You never know what this little rascal’s going to do next!” the woman giggled, tickling her stomach causing a burst of involuntary laughter. 

Emma hated herself for laughing. She hated herself for having no control. If she wasn’t in trouble before, now she is. 

“You’re also to use the soothing cream every day to help with her sensitive skin. This was the last operation and no more icky grown-up hair should come back.” 

“This goes for her menstrual cycle as well?”

“Yes. Little girls shouldn’t have to worry about grown-up problems.” 

They’d managed to take away every semblance of her adulthood within a couple days. How was she ever going to recover from this? Her chest rose up and down as she struggled to breath and came to the realization that she’d never be able to have kids. 

That hurt more than anything else.

“Is Emmy a cranky little girl? Hmm? Does she need to take a nappy?” 

ooOoo

They were laughing at her. Or at least she thought they were. Even in this fucked up place there was a social hierarchy. Emma understood perfectly well. She was in a diaper, immobile, and couldn’t sit up without support. No one wanted to associate with the diaper girl in fear they would end up in diapers themselves. It would’ve been a small mercy to be placed with the younger age groups but instead they stuck her right in with the toddlers again. It was to embarrass her. To degrade her. To show her that she was not powerful, never would be. Emma was just a little baby. 

“I told you what would happen.” Chrissy suddenly spoke. 

Emma’s head jerked up in surprise, eyes wide. 

“I told you, you would regret it.” 

Oh, boy did she.

Daily enema’s were not fun, especially since she had lost pott- toilet privileges. The other adult-babies stayed away from her whenever she shit herself, which was about every few hours, and now called her the stinky baby. 

It was only a relief that Chrissy hadn't been put off. In fact, she had been rather angry. As expressed by her, she thought her brains had been scrambled. As far as Chrissy knew, she was the only other sane one here. It had been two days since she stayed in the recovery room before being brought back. Emma hadn’t noticed the time but Chrissy had. 

She didn’t want to lose her only friend. 

“You shouldn’t have done it.” Chrissy’s eyes narrowed into a glare. “Now, they’re watching us all more closely.”  

It was a little late to tell her that. Emma thought, annoyed. Besides, she wouldn’t try to escape again… at least not at the moment. 

“I know what you’re thinking and it’s not forever,” grumbled Chrissy. “You’ll eventually be able to walk again,” more like waddle, “but you need to behave. Pretend.” 

She handed her a book suddenly as a new nurse entered the playroom. The discussion was over.  

A few minutes later, the girl’s who had been laughing from across the room made their way over. If this was high school then she would’ve been the popular mean girl with her little minions. The girl twirled a red lock around her finger and smirked. Towering over her with her nose turned up in an uppity manner. She exclaimed, “I want the book.” 

Chrissy glared at the three girls, shifting slightly in front of her. “Vivi, you bein’ a meanie! No one wants you hewe!” 

Her thin eyebrow rose and she crossed her arms over each other. Two other girls stood behind the redheaded girl, equally snobbish.. Chrissy was obviously the teacher’s pet and Emma was the weird kid with only one friend. Though she didn’t see what they had to be snobby about since they were literally wearing a freaking pullup and looked to be about twenty years old. 

“Shut it, Chrissy!” the girl glared at her. “Nursie isn’t here to save your butt!” 

Emma wasn’t so much reading the book as she was just staring at the pictures. It was to keep her occupied, to make the nurses think they were behaving. But she wasn’t about to bow down to them. 

“You two poopy babies are perfect together!” 

They never failed to remind Chrissy about how she had shit her pants the other day. It didn’t bother Chrissy as much as they thought it did and she shot right back. “Big giwls don’t cwy for their mommies! I was wistening at naptime! You want you’re m-m-o-o-my!” she mocked Vivi causing her face to turn bright red just like a tomato. 

“D-do you wan’ a cuddle fwom Nurse Jill?” Chrissy pouted. “You looked weally comfy last time.”

A high pitched screech sounded from the girl and stormed away with the two other girls hot on her heels. 

“What’s going on here girls?”

The sudden appearance of Nurse Jill blanched her face but Chrissy pouted, sudden tears forming in her eyes. This caused Emma to gawk, realizing for the first time how intelligent the girl was. 

“V-Vivi and Daisy and Lucy were bein’ meanies!” Chrissy tossed her doll on the ground and held her arms up. 

“Oh, sweetums,” Nurse Jill pouted as her brows furrowed together in concern. She lifted up the adult girl with no hesitation, patting her bottom while wiping away the crocodile tears with her thumb. 

“T-they twy to take Emmy’s book and say meanie words!” 

She clutched a fistful of Nurse Jill’s hair and tugged slightly. No one would ever suspect the girl of faking. Even Emma found herself doubting her sometimes. 

“Is this true Emma? Did the girls try to take your book?”

She could only nod her head because the pacifier prevented her from speaking and with Chrissy sobbing, Nurse Jill had to believe her- though she knew she didn’t want to. The woman’s eyes shifted to the title. Good Girls Use Their Diapers. There was a picture of an actual woman on the front dressed down to only a dirty brown diaper, her face scrunched up in concentration. Similar images of the woman filled each page and though nauseous at the sight, Chrissy said it would make a good impression on the nurses. However, it wasn’t the book itself that disgusted her. It was the fact that the brainwashed adult-baby in the book seemed to be enjoying herself. 

“Oh, does Emmy like her diapee?” a cold smile crept across her face. “I think Emmy likes to make lots of poopies!” 

Unbeknownst to Nurse Jill, Chrissy shot her a warning look, begging her not to give in to her taunting voice. 

Pretend. Chrissy had said before. 

So she nodded her head, tears filling her eyes. 

“Big girls don’t use diapees do they? You’re not a big girl like Chrissy.” 

No. She was not. 

And of course (perfect timing) her stomach grumbled painfully. Her cheeks pinkened as she knew what was coming next.

“Does Emmy need to go potty right now?”

Pretend. 

Emma already couldn’t control herself. 

Just let go. 

So she did.

“Why don’t we go say a little word to the girls, hmm? I’m sure they’ll be very sorry.” 

B-but what about the diaper? She was all smelly and poopy! Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked up at the woman in desperation. They would surely make fun of her now!

“It’s ok, sweetheart!” Nurse Jill exclaimed brightly as she bounced Chrissy in her arms. “You’ll be changed later, I won’t forget.” 

Of course this was all planned. Emma was angry, very very angry, and a scream tore from her throat. She leaned forward, with the intention to run away but that did not happen. Her legs were numb and instead, she fell forward, rolling onto her back. The brown mush coated her skin as her legs splayed out for everyone to see. 

She couldn’t sit up. Couldn’t roll over. 

Emma sobbed while Nurse Jill cackled. 

She was not a baby! She was not a baby! Really she was not! But… but Emma really wanted a cuddle. Those always made her feel better.

ooOoo

A/N: 

 

Hey everyone! Sorry it’s been so long! I’ve been so busy! Thank you so much to everyone who’s read and reviewed. I really appreciate it! I LOVE when people review and it really motivates me to keep on writing and I’d love to hear everyone’s thoughts! I am trying to make this story darker because the hospital and Henderson is already a dark place. I hope it's conveying!

I plan to update again soon but until then, enjoy!

 

[1505_madmax]

ooooh man! this has been such a great ride! I loved this chapter so much!

[SGTbaby]

Good to see this updated! Meany head girls! And nursey 

[Fifers12]

On 7/8/2021 at 4:09 PM, 1505_madmax said:

ooooh man! this has been such a great ride! I loved this chapter so much!

thank you! I'm gonna update very soon!

On 7/9/2021 at 12:26 AM, SGTbaby said:

Good to see this updated! Meany head girls! And nursey 

Thank you! I'll update soon!

[Fifers12]

Chapter 8: 

Emma wasn’t sure if she had given up or was just tired but time passed slowly and it seemed the fight had been knocked out of her. She was obedient, a good girl. She did not cause any more issues or start fights. Chrissy had told her to pretend and that’s what she did. Everything was normal (or as normal as it could get). She tried to ignore the fact that she couldn't feel her lower half and paid no attention to the mean words that spouted from Vivi’s and her little minions mouths. 

Her head rested in the crook of Nurse Jamie’s neck, legs wrapped around her waist. They rocked back and forth and Emma desperately fought to keep her heavy eyes open. She wasn’t ready to go to sleep yet. She was comfortable, warm, where she was. When her eyes closed, that’s when the dreams started, nightmares. Emma was safe with Nurse Janie. She was content. 

And she hated the feeling. 

“You’ve been such a good girl lately.” her voice was a quiet whisper in her ear. The woman patted her back and Emma suckled, unsure how to feel about her words. They made her feel good. But at the same time she wanted to cry. 

“I just put the last girl down,” another voice whispered. A woman, another nurse, stood in front of them. The room was dark and the sound of suckling pacis and soft music filled her ears. It was night time, only about seven o’clock. Normally, she’d be wide awake but Emma had gotten used to the routine and was now exhausted. 

“Do you want me to take her?” 

At that, a high pitched whine sounded from the back of her throat and clutched onto the woman tighter, feeling oddly… attached. 

“Shhh,” the nurse patted her back again and responded, “it always takes a while for her to fall asleep. I can handle this.”

“Well, let me know if you need any help.” the woman shrugged. “Earlier, Chrissy was asking me if she and Emmy could sleep together tonight. They’re pretty close”

Emma lifted her head just a little at the sound of her friend’s name. She felt safe, sane around the other girl. Being away from her was like losing her grip on reality, something she desperately needed. 

“Is Chrissy asleep yet?” 

“I just put her down like ten minutes ago. She’s nodding off.” 

There was silence from both women as Nurse Jamie thought and Emma had a hopeful feeling. 

“Well Emmy has been acting very good lately,” the nurse finally sighed. “One night together shouldn’t hurt.” 

Emma smiled, a lazy smile, knowing her friend was always up to something. She exhaled a large breath through her nose and suckled on the paci content. She found an odd comfort in the object, something she greatly detested, but couldn’t help the feeling. Now, the girl couldn’t stand to be parted from the object. 

The rocking stopped and Emma squirmed, wishing the movement to be back but the nurse shushed her as they moved across the room, holding her bridal style. Even in the dark, Emma could just make out the rise and fall of Chrissy’s chest. Her eyes were closed and blonde curls fanned out around her. She was allowed a pink puffy nightgown that ended right before her waist, showing off her pullup. Emma felt… jealous, at the sight of her clothing. She was swaddled, naked, only in a diaper. She wanted to prove she wasn’t a baby. She was a big girl. A good girl like Chrissy. 

“I’m going to trust you to behave tonight, Emmy.” 

The young girl didn’t know what she meant until she placed her beside Chrissy, unswaddled, in just a thick nighttime diaper. Her eyes were wide, now wide awake. She fidgeted and the girl beside her groaned. 

“You’ve been such a good girl.” her voice hardened. “Don’t disappoint me.” 

This was a test. One she wasn't willing to fail. 

ooOoo

Emma laid on her back, head turned toward her friend. She felt snug, pressed up against Chrissy. The crib was big enough to fit the both of them just didn’t leave much option for movement. She watched the nurse leave the room and stayed frozen until the door shut. Emma wasn’t sure whether to wake Chrissy or leave her to sleep, but the decision was made for her when the girl’s eyes fluttered open and a wicked grin appeared on her face. She removed the paci from her lips, smacking them together. 

She was never asleep. 

“This is our only time to talk. I have to tell you about tomorrow.” her voice was just below a whisper, not even the blinking red baby monitors could pick up the sound.

Emma’s eyebrows furrowed together, confused as to what she was talking about. 

“It’s adoption day tomorrow,” she explained. “I overheard the nurses talking but I didn’t realize a month had already passed.” 

Emma remembered their conversation from before, nearly a week ago. It didn’t feel like that much time had passed though. Worry began to gnaw at her, afraid some strangers would take her away. She couldn’t go- not yet- she needed to escape- 

“Emma, breathe!” the girl grabbed her wrist firmly. “Don’t cry, don’t make any noise.” 

She listened to her, or at least tried to while thinking of every bad thing that could happen. 

“You’re not going to be adopted. Don’t worry,” that did little to calm her nerves, “but I probably will.” 

Her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach. She couldn’t lose her only friend. 

“I arrived here over a month ago, just a few days before the last adoption day. We’re only allowed to be adopted once we’re thought to be fully regressed, so I wasn’t eligible at the time. But I am now and probably will be leaving tomorrow- oh, don’t cry!” 

Emma hadn’t even realized her cheeks were wet. Chrissy reached out her hand to wipe them away. She began to cry harder. 

“It’s going to be ok.” Chrissy desperately tried to comfort her. “If you keep doing what you’re doing now then you’ll be fine. Have you noticed how they’ve stopped punishing you? You’re allowed more freedom? It’s working, Emma. Don’t start fighting back again.” 

Emma wasn’t sure if the tears were from the fear or her suddenly wet diaper. Her cheeks turned a scarlet red but Chrissy rolled her eyes. 

“It doesn’t bother me anymore. We all can’t control ourselves.” 

That did not make her feel any better. 

“I just wanted to tell you if we don’t see each other again after tomorrow. I didn’t want to leave you, Emma- you’re like my best friend.” 

Emma wouldn’t have believed it before but in the past couple of weeks they’d grown as close as could be, so much so that the nurses had trouble separating them. 

“The nurses should be back any minute for rounds.” she sighed. “Please don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” 

ooOoo

Chrissy was wrong. Everything was not fine. The littles were separated into two groups, Chrissy and Emma going opposite ways down the hall. Nurse Ginny carried her bridal style. One: because she still couldn’t feel her legs and two: she’d dissolved into a puddle of tears as soon as they were separated. 

Emma wasn’t sure why she was so emotional. Everything made her want to cry and overall there was this heightened feel of sensitivity. Nurse Ginny told her it was ok to cry, little girls couldn’t control their feelings. 

Emma found her to be the biggest hypocrite of them all because here she was, the supposed “adult” wearing a diaper, which was very obvious through her scrubs. Emma could only imagine it was part of her punishment for losing track of her before and she felt no pity for the woman. 

Her group, the unregressed to semi regressed adults were six people. Another nurse stood at the end of the line, making sure everyone kept up. 

They were going back to the tv room and she was in a grumpy mood, had been since waking up this morning. First off, her diaper was soiled. The massive load of poop covered all of her bottom, leaving no skin untouched. Chrissy made no mention of it though the entire room smelt of shit. All because of her. She had a pounding headache and eyes squeezed shut at the sudden intrusion of light in the room when the nurses came in. Nurse Janie was in a rush this morning and it was all disorienting. But this was what she got when she cried herself to sleep. It was the same as everyday, watching everyone else go to breakfast while she stayed behind in the nursery, preparing for her own special breakfast. 

She barely had a chance to let herself settle before the nurse slipped a sleeveless romper over her head that barely fit over the diaper and snapped shut at her crotch. Peaches covered the outfit, embarrassingly one being right on her bottom. Emma would rather be dead than caught out in public in this outfit. Yet she didn’t have much of a choice. Her hair was, painfully, pulled up into a high ponytail and a big orange bow was placed in the front. Matching orange mitts were put over her hands. There seemed to be a theme today. 

Emma could only conclude that it was because of adoption day. Though she wasn’t going to be shown, they still wanted all the girls to look nice. 

When she saw Chrissy again, in the tv room, her hair was separated into two braids and wore a poofy sparkly, yellow dress, just like her hair. Ruffled white socks and shiny black Mary Janes were on her feet. Every single girl was dressed up. 

This was obviously a big event. 

Everything moved fast and confused her even further. Emma swore she saw herself on the screen, diapered, smiling, and drooling. She enjoyed using her diaper. She enjoyed the warm mess. Nurse Janie was happy so she was happy. 

But suddenly, the happiness faded. 

Chrissy was gone and she was alone and Emma couldn’t hold back the wail. All the adults cooed, looking on at her. 

“Don’t worry, Emmy, you’re just a sleepy girl.” Nurse Ginny bounced her in her arms. 

It’s true, she was pretty sleepy. She was a little girl and little girls needed nap time. Nurse Ginny was right. She had to be right. The young girl rubbed her eyes with her fisted hands and pressed her face into the woman’s firm bosom. It wasn’t the same though as Nurse Janie. She wanted her back. She was her little girl. Her Emmy. 

Her mind drifted to many different places and before she knew it she was tucked into the crib, tightly wrapped. Emmy felt comfortable, secure. Emmy didn’t want to be let go. Not just yet.

ooOoo

Nurse Jill- That evening 

“How’s Emmy doing?” Nurse Jill monitored the young girl from across the room. She played by herself, bouncing in the jolly jumper they had brought over from the infant ward. The other littles laughed at her but it was all part of the plan. It was going swimmingly well. 

The girl had sad eyes, slightly glazed over by the rhythmic motion.

“Very well, ma’am.” replied Ginny, tense. 

The young nurse’s fear was clear as she fidgeted beside the taller woman, aware of every crinkle the diaper made. This was her punishment. Two weeks in a diaper. She was to wet herself and inform the closest nurse to her when she had to go… number two. 

It was a cruel punishment but Jill was a cruel person. The new girl was meek, easily afraid, and was only too easy to take advantage of her. In fact, Jill been thinking of adopting a little of her own for a while. 

“It looks like separating her from Chrissy, broke something inside her. She’s been more affected by the hypnosis today and more emotional.” 

Everything was going exactly as planned. It wasn’t easy to guess, Chrissy was her soft spot. Her safety blanket. Chrissy was adopted a few hours ago by an older woman and now with her gone, she had nothing to hold onto. The girl was literally losing her mind. 

“Emmy has been very compliant since the operation. Nurse Janie will probably have more information as she’s her primary caretaker in the nursery but this is everything I’ve observed.” 

“Very good.” she nodded her head. 

The young girl muttered a thanks and suddenly shifted, legs crossing together as she stood. Nurse Jill raised an eyebrow, turning towards her. 

“Ginevra?” She placed her hands on her hips, focusing on her red cheeks. “Do you have something to tell me?” 

Her head hung low and Jill resisted the urge to change her right here, in front of all the littles. She wasn’t her little… at least not yet. 

“I-I,” the girl squeaked. “I need to use the potty.”\

“Of course, you do. Linda!” Jill smirked and called over another nurse who was tending to a box of spilt toys. “Why don’t you help Nurse Ginny with her little… situation. I can take over for you.” 

Nobody went against Nurse Jill and everyone was aware of Ginny’s punishment and in fear of retribution, they went along. 

“Right away!” 

“Come back to me when you’ve gone poo,” she didn’t beat around the bush. “I’m going to pay Emmy a little visit.” 

ooOoo

A/N: 

Hey everyone! I know, it’s only been a week, so soon! I promise I am working on updating more frequently now that I do have some more time to write. Thank you to all those who reviewed. I was a little disappointed to see only two people but happy nonetheless, that some of you are still reading! 

 

I should update again soon.

[1505_madmax]

yay!! I  love the small details you put in!!

 

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[snowwhite]

I was always scared to read this story!
I still remember how you destroyed your first version yourself!

Now I was bored and so I started with this anyway.
Though my mind said no no no. He destroy it again!

In short, I was completely wrong so far!

I like this story very much!

Although you don't have enough courage for my taste.
You only hinted at to much, or you bring the thought not to the end.
Why?
You are to shy?
This is only a Story not the life.
Its not a Handbook to abuse a wife, its only a story ... not more!
And I love this story so far!

Every single chapter got a trophy from me!
You really deserve this!

I'm very curious where emmy is going.
And especially how you will manage to combine Emmy spanking with love and orgasm.

Because I cannot imagine that anyone would want to experience a motionless young woman like a disabled person forever until she is old and frail.
Or do you intend to eliminate them at 30?

Break them down, then put them back together again, and let her live as a submessives babygirl with emotion and orgasm too.
this is the path that is interesting, not the endless baby path from your first version.

I repeat myself, but so far you've done a great job.
You have met my taste so far, thank you

So I'm curious where your way will end.

Best regards
From a mad bad snowwhite
or
evil devil´s housewife smiling

[AdultInnocence]

They knew what would happen when Chrissy left and they used it to their advantage. I don't remember if Chrissy turns up later in the story line or if she will in a future story where she runs into Emmy again. I can only imagine what Jill has planned for Emmy as Ginny is getting taken care of.

[SGTbaby]

Agree that you have awesome details!!

[Fifers12]

Chapter 9:

“Why so pouty, sweetheart?” Nurse Jill towered over as she squatted in the leather seat, her legs bent as she pushed off from the ground with her toes with what little feeling she had gained back. She didn’t know how long she bounced for but she didn’t mind it anymore. 

It gave her something other to think about than Chrissy. Her friend.

“No need for tears.” the mean nurse knelt down in front of her. 

Emma stared at her ankles, wondering how they were not yet broken in those high heels she wore every day. Emma remembered when she wore those shoes. Her feet hurt badly, but it didn’t matter. It was all about the look- 

“Is Emmy thinking big girl thoughts?” 

Her eyes shot up, wide with apprehension. Little girls did not think hard thoughts. Littles obeyed the nurses. Used manners. Littles played with toys. 

Emmy was a good girl… but she missed Chrissy. 

Everything was so very confusing now. 

She bounced again and her bladder went loose. She hadn’t even felt the urge to pee. It wasn’t supposed to be like this- 

Pretend. Chrissy’s voice rang in her mind. 

That’s what she’s supposed to do. It’s what she promised Chrissy. Her mind floated to tv time. 

“I think someone wet their diapee!” 

It was squishy as she bounced again, crinkling with each movement. It was an uncomfortable feeling but Emmy stayed quiet. 

Good girls waited for a change. Good girls were not demanding. 

She was a good girl. 

Pretend.

Her gaze shifted to another girl- June. She was being lead out by another nurse. 

“Some little girls aren’t ready for the potty and go in their diapees,” it was as if Nurse Jill read her mind. “But we’ll try again soon and then you can show everyone what a big girl you are.” 

Emmy’s eyes lit up with the new information. Perhaps people would stop avoiding her, laughing at her. Perhaps she’d make a new frien- 

No. Chrissy was her only. The sadness seeped back in her body. 

“Does Emmy miss Chrissy?” her voice feigned pity.

How did she know? Her wide eyes blurred over with tears as her lips wobbled around the rubber bulb. 

“Oh, Peaches, it'll be ok.” The nurse reached forward undoing the five part harness, holding her in the jolly jumper, and lifted her into her arms. 

“You’re going to make new friends and have lots of fun and be a good girl. Doesn’t that sound good?”

No! She whined, burying her face in the crook of the woman’s neck. Usually she was trying to stay away from her as much as possible. Today though… she needed comfort. Needed to be held. But it was only this once. Never again. Besides, it was all pretend… she wasn’t really a baby, she wasn’t…

Her attention drifted to the music box. It had been abandoned by another girl. 

It played a pretty tune. 

“Do you like the music?” The nurse noticed her attention shift as the tears stopped. 

Yes-no- Emmy didn’t know. She was conflicted. She didn’t want to play. She wanted to be sad. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be… but the antiqued box was very nice looking. 

Emmy decided against it. She wanted the jolly jumper back. 

Her wet diaper had been forgotten about and the nurse was in no rush to change it. 

ooOoo

Bath time was the same as usual. The water was lukewarm and only rose to her hips. Nurse Janie never turned her back, even for a second. Probably in fear that she’d drown. Emma thought. Her mind had cleared up again and she was no longer crying. Instead, she just felt an incredible amount of loneliness. 

But Nurse Janie made up for the loss.

The woman pushed a bath toy towards her and normally Emma would’ve ignored the yellow rubber duck. She would’ve crossed her arms and looked the other way. But her eyes narrowed in on the object and Nurse Janie smiled. 

The wash cloth was smooth against her sensitive pink skin and Emma allowed her to clean without a fight. 

The duck had taken up her interest. 

She squirmed uncomfortably as the woman moved to clean her… lady part and stuck the wash cloth in her folds. However it wasn’t a big fight like it usually was. Nurse Janie moved on quickly and Emma couldn’t remember what she had been upset about. 

“You’ve been such a good girl.” she repeated for the hundredth time. “You’re going to make a mommy or daddy very happy.”

Her eyes brightened. A lot of people told her that now. She was playing her part, tricking them all. It was working. Chrissy would be proud. 

“Some people get both a mommy and daddy. Possibly even a brother or a sister.” 

Her head cocked to the side. Emma never had any siblings. 

“You may not share blood but that won’t make you any less a family.” 

Her heart panged with sadness and Nurse Janie hummed a tune as she scrubbed her soapy head clean. 

“Let’s get you ready for beddy-bye now,” the woman said as she wrapped her in a fuzzy towel and carried her bridal style from the bathroom. “You’ve had a very eventful day.” 

ooOoo

“She’s regressing... but not fast enough." 

“Well at least she’s not fighting back.” 

A grumble was heard. 

Emma put the object into the square hole, completing the last puzzle of the game. 

The women talked about her as if she wasn’t there and Emma couldn’t help but listen in. 

“She’s compliant and obedient. She knows that’ll keep her out of trouble.”

“But she’s not regressed.” Nurse Jill sighed, her lips pressing into a thin line, barely noticeable. “She’s reluctant and stubborn. I thought Chrissy-” 

Emma whimpered. 

The woman’s paused and said, “I thought she would’ve been her breaking point but apparently not.” 

Emma tried not to let the confusion show in her eyes. Nurse Janie was with Jill (the Wicked Witch of the West) in the playroom. Nurse Janie was never here. She always stayed in the nursery. Emma expected her to play with her and June but she stayed standing with Nurse Jill, talking. 

“Gen?” the girl beside her asked, pointing to the plastic shapes she had removed from their holes. June wanted to play again. 

Emma couldn’t say no to her. She was a bit of a cry baby and Emma felt bad every time she watched her dimpled, chubby face scrunch up as tears streamed from her blue eyes. She couldn’t understand how June wasn’t adopted. She was everything these people were looking for in a baby. She was overweight, not unhealthy, but it’s what all of those people loved. Rolls of fat literally lined her arms and legs and she walked with this sickening cute waddle. Her voice was high pitched and possibly had the most pinchable cheeks. 

But Emma was happy. She had a new friend- not the same as Chrissy- but at least she wasn’t completely alone. 

“I suppose if she doesn’t regress, we’ll send her to one of the stores. They are always searching for more Littles and if anything becoming a Baby Slave would certainly put her in her place.” 

Emma tried to ignore the conversation but her stomach churned. June sucked on the yellow triangle and Emma took it in her hands without thinking. She tried to put it in the square hole. 

It didn’t fit. 

“I-I don’t know about that,” Nurse Janie spoke up hesitantly. “You never know what could happen between now and next month. Let’s not resort to extremes.” 

“Well,” Nurse Jill sighed. “I’m starting to believe this is the path we may have to take for June if she’s not adopted next month. I didn’t think her health problems would be that much of a turn off for people.” 

“Just give them time,” the nurse practically begged Jill and they dropped the conversation. 

Emma looked up at the woman she’d grown undoubtedly close too and whimpered as she left the room, throwing the toy down. The girl didn’t do well with separation. 

“You’ll see Nurse Janie later.” Jill’s voice had turned cold. “Now play with June, she’s lonely.” 

ooOoo

Two weeks had passed and she hadn’t even noticed. Everything continued the same until it wasn’t. Emma was not a fan of change. She preferred routine and finally having settled into one, everything was changing. Emma was not a fan. 

The room was big, loud, and chaotic. It reminded her of a school cafeteria, only now with a bunch of adult babies instead of teenagers. The toddlers group had their own long table just like each group had theirs. 

It was dinner time. 

She was supposed to be with Nurse Janie in the nursery. She was supposed to be drinking her milkies. She was supposed to be rocked back and forth, and then next would come bath time, and then cuddles. But she was cold and crabby. The bottled milk in the sippy cup was not what she was used to and the highchair was too constraining. 

She hadn’t even realized it was a highchair at first, too distraught at being away from her nurse. June sat beside her, happily munching away on the softened carrots and peas, mashed potatoes, and bland cheesy pasta. 

She couldn’t even remember how to hold a spoon. The gloves and the pacifier had been removed and her mouth automatically searched for something to suck on. So she used the spoon. The food was icky. She refused to eat any of it. She only liked Nurse Janie’s milk, and Emma was aware of how messed up in the mind she sounded but she found herself not caring. 

“Does someone need help eating their dindin?” Nurse Nelly suddenly appeared in front of her. 

The young girl’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. She did not need help doing anything. She purposefully chose not to eat. 

“Open, Emmy.” she tried to pull the spoon out from her closed lips but the girl would not relent. 

“You’ll get your paci back after you eat your food. You’re a growing girl.” the woman pointlessly explained. Talking to her was like talking to a brick. Emma would not give in until she got what she wanted. 

“What about some milk?” she picked up the warm plastic sippy cup. “Does Emmy want some yummy milk?” 

It wasn’t Nurse Janie. 

The woman seemed to catch on. 

“You’re getting to be a big girl now!” Nurse Nelly gasped excitedly. “Aren’t you happy? Big girls eat in the lunch room with all their little friends. Babies eat in the nursery. You’re a big girl now. You don’t want to be a baby, do you?” 

Emma paused for a moment. She didn’t want to be a baby. But she wanted Nurse Janie. Though, this was what she had wanted this entire time, wasn’t it? Now she found herself, doubting everything.

ooOoo

A/N: 

Hey everyone! Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed, it really means a lot to me (sorry I'm so bad with responding but everyone's reviews are greatly appreciated)! Emma is regressing more than she realizes and would like to still believe that she's fooling everyone but the only one she's fooling is herself! As for Nurse Jill, she can see right through her little act and is much more manipulative than Emma gives her credit for! 

I should update again soon and would love to hear everyones thoughts!

[SGTbaby]

The mind definitely plays tricks! Grass isn’t always greener! 

[AdultInnocence]

She has quite the internal conflict going on now

[1505_madmax]

Loved this chapter!! I love the mind games you've bought in!!! loved it!

[Fifers12]

Chapter 10: 

She toddled beside the nurse, bowlegged, and hand in hand down the hallways. The time she tried to escape seemed like so long ago. But her plan was working, a little too well and they were eating right out of the palm of her hands. 

The wet pull up wasn’t uncomfortable per say, but she definitely didn’t want to stay in the padding because it left a sour smell in its wake. But Emma found herself not caring, not realizing how frequently the nurses were dragging her toward the pott- bathroom before she wet herself. 

Which most often did not happen. 

Her eyes wandered around, caught up with the artwork hanging on the wall from the older kids. They were near the classrooms. 

“Come on, sweetie!” the woman beckoned, dragging her along. “You can finger paint when we get back to the playroom but right now you are a very messy girl.” 

Messy she was indeed. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, feeling a few more drops leak out into the already swollen padding around her waist. She wore no skirt, only a frilly t-shirt and hair was separated into two tight braids on the top of her head. It didn’t bother her as much as it should have but Emma reminded herself, it was all a part of the plan. And it was going swimmingly well. 

They turned a corner and the nurse pushed open the door, leading her toward the little training potties pushed against the wall. 

“N-nah,” she gnawed on her bottom lip and whimpered as the woman reached forward and pulled at the straps of the pull up. 

“How are you going to finish going potty if we don’t take off your pull up?” she cracked a smile, raising her hands in question. 

The woman made a good point. 

But Emma still wasn’t comfortable in the bare state. Maybe if Nurse Janie was here… she could help her go potty. 

“Myself!” she crossed her arms over her chest. “No help!”

An unsure look fell over the nurse’s face and exclaimed, “Little girls need help on the potty! What if you fell in?” 

Of course she wouldn’t fall in! Emma knew that wasn’t possible but the woman had a completely serious look and that caused the girl to pause. 

She couldn’t…. Right? 

Her stomach gurgled, jolting her from her thoughts and Emma groaned, knowing she wouldn’t be able to prevent it from occurring. 

“Are you going to make a little present for me?” a thick dark brow rose high. 

“F-finger paint!” Emma sucked on the tip of her thumb, bending over slightly as her abdomen was hit with another paint. 

“That’s a present you can make for Nurse Janie and she’ll be very happy,” the nurse explained slowly. “Do you want to make me happy as well?” 

Emma found herself nodding, urgently. Happy nurses meant no punishment and more milkies. But only at night time now. They called it, weaning off the breast? Emma didn’t like it very much. 

The young girl froze still as fingers pinched the elastic bands, sliding the heavy, wet pullup down to her ankles and she collapsed on the plastic princess seat, knees pressed to her chest. 

“Now, does Emmy need a little encouragement to go poo or can she be a big girl?” 

“Big giwl!” 

ooOoo

Emma didn’t even notice that it was everyday right after lunch she had to use the potty. Her tummy made all sorts of funny noises and she happily informed a grownup of her predicament. 

She became used to the personal attention just like her paci, which she usually only used for sleeping now. However, the lisp from the object was now a permanent factor, one she didn't even notice. 

Emma was just happy at how well she was still holding up. No one had discovered her con yet and perhaps in another life, she could’ve been an actress. Sometimes being here was even fun. Why not make the most of it? It’s not like they had actually turned her into a baby. She was an adult and always would be an adult and someday she would escape. That’s what she kept telling herself but it soon became a fleeting thought. 

Her eyes wandered over the bright colors on her messy hands. A large smock had been secured around her neck and sat comfortably in her new pull up in the little plastic red chair. Smeared on her cheek was a smudge of red and blue and she smiled bright, admiring her work. 

They were pretty butterflies. She was very proud. Emma had already given two other paintings to Nurse Janie and she said she hung them on her refrigerator at home. 

It made Emma very happy and she was an awfully smiley girl. 

But the happiness faded as quickly as it came. The paper was stolen right out from under her.

A loud screech sounded from her tiny body. 

“G-gif i-back!” Emma turned to the right, trying to reach for the paper and a crinkle formed between her brows as her blue eyes glazed over. She anxiously sucked on her bottom lip, chest rising and falling at a rapid rate as they all laughed at her. She hated the laughter. And the pointing. But mostly the laughter. 

Vivi held the painting high above her head, the girl already towering over her as Emmy sobbed. A small part of her mind was aware of the fact that it was just a stupid art project that she shouldn’t be crying over. But another part of her found this to be the most horrible thing in the world to happen. 

“Mine!” she screeched, pushing herself up on wobbling legs. She wore a thicker pull up now with several soaker pads. Sometimes she wasn’t quick enough to the potty and she tended to go a lot. But that meant now it was even harder to walk. Emma took a step only to fall down and her pull up cushioned her landing. The laughter increased and a small circle formed around her at the art table.

“Does the b-b-baby w-want her whittle art pwoject back?” the girl mocked her. 

“No’ baby!” she argued. “Gif back!”

Of course that only made it worse. June had distanced herself from her, wanting to stay away from Vivi which left Emma alone. 

“Does baby Emmy need milky fwom Nurse Janie?” 

Her face heated up, angry that they were talking about the nurse like that. Emmy knew she was difficult, refusing to drink from the bottle, crying incessantly when separated from the woman but she was all she had left. Now they were trying to take her away. 

Emma knew the behavior wasn’t normal. She wasn’t a little baby but she just couldn’t help but react. She couldn’t stop the tears. 

Vivi liked to pick on her. No matter what she did, the girl had a vicious word to say or found some way to humiliate her. She was surrounded and there was no escape.

“What the pictuwe supposed to be?” another girl snarked. “It wooks wike a big poop!” 

“Nah!” Emma was getting agitated very quickly. “Gif back! GIF back! GIF BACK!” 

The sound of the laughter was softened by the ringing in her ears as she felt an overload of tears and snot run from her nose. A piercing wail echoed throughout the room and it wasn’t soon before two grown ups ran over, separating her from the group. 

She was being bounced. In someone's arms. Normally, she would have protested the action but was a little preoccupied, screaming her lungs out. 

“Let's go find Nurse Janie, hmm?” the woman attempted to calm the storm. “I’m sure she would like to see your very pretty picture.”

After that, ever so slowly, the sobbing turned to whimpers and through blurred vision saw that the nurse held the picture in her hand. 

She’d gotten it back. 

Emma laid her on her shoulder, tired out and didn’t even flinch at the feel of fingers being stuck down the front of the pull up. It was wet, in between her legs and the woman’s hip but she didn’t even blink. 

The nurse was probably used to it. 

“You’re not ready to be changed yet,” she decided. “But maybe after a little nap.” 

ooOoo

The girl slept soundly, literally having cried herself to sleep, attached to Nurse Janie’s tit like it was the oxygen she needed to breathe. 

“She’s actually almost regressed.” Nurse Jill breathed. “I figured it would take longer than it did. Yet she still thinks she has us fooled.” 

“Do you think she’ll be ready for Adoption Day next week?” Janie trailed a finger down her puffed out cheek. The girl was adorable, suckling on her paci, believing it still to be the woman’s breast. 

“Most definitely. The more she fights against the haze, the further she succumbs. They never win. Emmy is just the latest example.” 

“Yes,” Janie let out a breathless laugh. “She has herself convinced that we can’t hear her when she whispers, ‘pretend, just pretend.’ I’ve never met a more stubborn little in my life. Even until the very end, she’ll fight.” 

ooOoo

A shiver went down her spine as she wiggled around. The girl lay naked, chilly on the exam table. Words spoken between the grownups went in one ear and out the other and she just happily focused on the toys dangling in front of her face. 

Emmy didn’t like the doctors but Nurse Janie promised they could have some cuddle time before beddy-bye tonight if she was a good girl. So, Emmy was now determined to be the best even if it was a little uncomfy. 

“You’re being such a good girl!” 

The end of the sentence caught her attention and Emmy perked up, glancing at the doctor. A grin lit her face as drool dripped down her chin. 

“Do you want to continue to be a good girl?” 

Emmy glanced at Nurse Janie, who sat in the chair across the room. Her head nodded. 

“I’m going to need you to be my little helper and lay on your tummy. Can you do that?” she exclaimed excitedly, eyes wide. 

Emmy noticed an object in her hand but didn’t quite put it together. She had no arguments against her request and did as bid, focused on her one goal. 

Be a good girl. 

“Yes, just like that, good job, sweetie.” 

Her ignorance of the request did not last for long as she felt a large object enter inside. She tried to jerk away at whatever that thing was. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and the rubber bulb anxiously bobbed up and down in her mouth. Tiny whimpers echoed throughout the room. 

“We just need to make sure you don’t have any icky germs!” The doctor placed her hand on the small of her back, preventing her from moving away. 

A fat tear rolled down her cheek as she didn't understand what was going on. Emmy was not a fan of the unknown. However, as soon as the ordeal began, it ended. Three beeps were heard and the object was gone. Everything was normal. But Emmy still cried. 

“Oh, I’m right here Em, baby.” Nurse Janie was across the room at her side as quick as could be. The pad of her thumb swiped at a lone tear and the nurse took the pullup from the doctor, securing it around her, herself. She fussed, pulling and checking the straps making sure it was on comfortably. 

It was the only clothing she needed at the moment. 

“Why don’t you take her in your lap? It may be easier to finish the exam.” Doctor Madison knew they had gotten through the hard part and it should be smooth sailing from there on. “I’m pleased with the results so far. Physically, she’s gained a substantial, healthy amount of weight. She’s also got a normal temperature ” the doctor noted the roundness in her thighs, arms, and her little belly that had formed. “I also want to confirm the questionnaire you’ve filled out. She hasn’t had any arousal in the last several weeks since wearing the chastity belt, correct?” 

“Yes. The nurses and myself have been watching her very closely. She stopped trying to act like a big girl when the conditioning set in. Does this mean she’s ready to be adopted?” 

“First I’d like to ask her a few questions.” Doctor Madison flipped to a new page on the clipboard. 

All littles needed a clean bill of health, physically and mentally before they could formally be adopted. They could take no chances a little wasn’t completely regressed. 

“Em, can you look up at the nice doctor?” Nurse Janie asked the girl who had hidden her tear stained face in her shoulder. “She just wants to ask you some questions.” 

The girl looked up reluctantly with a newfound weariness. Her eyebrows furrowed together and whined again as the nurse wiggled the paci out from between her lips. 

“You’ll have your paci back after you talk to Doctor Madison. Do you understand?”

The child was prepared to argue, to cry, but the no nonsense look in her eyes paused her planned reaction. She sulked, instead, reluctantly agreeing and focused her eyes on the tile ground. 

“Can I ask what your name is?”

“Em-” she paused, thinking it over. The name she wanted to say, the name she insisted on was at the tip of her tongue. But it was not what came out. 

“Em...Emmy.” she blinked. “Emmy.” 

“Very good.” mumbled the doctor. 

“How old are you?” 

“Two!” 

She sat up a little straighter in the woman’s lap. Something wasn’t right but she didn’t know what. Nurse Janie gave her an encouraging smile and all her doubts were forgotten about. 

“Can you tell me what your favorite animal is?” 

Oh that was an easy one. “Buttafwy!” she let out a high pitched squeal. 

“What does a butterfly do?”

Emmy was only too excited to demonstrate as she flapped her arms about, bouncing up and down. “Vey fwy an-and I make one for Nursie Janie in a- a pictuwe!” 

“Really?” the doctor was shocked. “Do you often make pictures for grown ups? Does Nurse Janie have a lot of pretty pictures?” 

Her head nodded quickly and messily like a bobble doll. 

“You aren’t a grown up are you, Emmy?” 

With her head cocked to the side, Emmy giggled like she had heard the most funny joke in the world. “I, a whittle giwl. Dat’s wha’ Nurse Janie and Nurse Jiwl says.” 

“Well, aren’t you the smartest girl in the world!” she bopped her nose. “I think you miss, Emmy are going to make a mommy or daddy very, very happy.”

ooOoo

A/N:

Hey everyone! Thank you to the few who reviewed, they really mean a lot to me (sorry I'm so bad with responding but everyone's reviews are greatly appreciated)! I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts because your opinions matter to me!  

To answer a review from before, Emmy was in the last story in the very last chapter at Jessy's birthday party. So you did briefly meet her. 

As for this story, it is coming to an end soon, probably the next chapter. I will say more about what I am writing after the next time I post. 

Also, sorry for so long between posting. I was on vacation for the past few weeks and am finally home! I should update again soon and again, would love to hear everyones thoughts!

[1505_madmax]

loved it loved it! thank you! keep writing more!