Happy Family

[didba59]

Hello to everyone. I'm about to revise and re-post my earlier story. It was published on Deviantart and Abdlstoryforum.

Part 1

Charity Dixon was looking at her tablet and browsing the news without any big interest. It was only her habit to waste time while she was sitting in the bus on her way to school. She wasn’t really interested in politics or economics and she sometimes read sensational or mysterious stories only. Mysteries somehow attracted her attention.

Suddenly an ad popped up. Charity usually was annoyed by the ads and she deleted most of them immediately. However this time she stopped and continued reading. 

“Are you looking for an interesting and easy job? Would you like to work as a babysitter? Our company Happy Family is looking for new full-time or part-time workers. We can offer excellent working conditions, free working schedule and an above average wage of $40/hour.”

 Charity rubbed her eyes and read the ad over and over; it was a wonderful opportunity for two reasons. Charity needed some supply just like any other young girl and she would be able to save them for a nice vacation next year. However, the second reason was even more important. Several days ago Charity had read a story about the Happy Family and the story was quite mysterious. Happy Family was an adoption agency where the barren couples could look for a child. However, nobody was able to find out where the children came from. Of course, Happy Family provided birth certificates, but a journalist investigated some of the adoptions and wasn’t able to find the biological mothers. Unfortunately, the story was quite long and she didn’t finish reading it until the bus stopped in front of the school.

Charity has been a very curious girl for a long time, and this mystery was attracting her attention very much. Maybe she would be able to find something interesting and the wage would be a nice bonus. She immediately decided to apply for the job on the same day as long as her school was over. She also decided to read the mysterious story once more.

The school lessons seemed endless for Charity and she couldn’t wait until the end. In the afternoon she headed directly towards the Happy Family. While sitting in the bus she tried to find the story and finish reading it, but there were too many new posts on the site and Charity didn’t find it again. She got even more curious.

The company was seated in a small villa far from the city center. Charity got off the bus and walked for about five minutes until she spotted the villa and stopped dead in her tracks. The villa was a quite large two-storey house in Victorian style standing aside from the other houses, didn’t match their modern architecture and it was surrounded by a well-maintained lawn. A short paved path leads to the entrance door. Charity was welcomed by an older lady:

“Miss Charity, we are glad you want to help us in our philanthropic mission. Do you know how many people desire children and aren’t able to get their own ones. We keep helping these people as well as the desperate girls who got pregnant by a … mistake.”

The lady stepped aside and let Charity enter the large hall. Charity had to admire the interior. It was a harmonic mix of the original and modern equipment. The entrance hall was large and there were several doors on the walls but all doors were closed and Charity couldn’t see any living soul there. However she could hear voices from upstairs.

On the second floor they got to a smaller corridor. It was not as luxurious as the entrance hall but still clean and well equipped. They encountered a young girl there; the girl smiled and greeted Charity.

The lady showed Charity the nurseries, the kitchen, the playroom and the bathroom. Charity didn’t have time to explore the rooms but she was surprised by the expensive equipment. 

“Miss Charity, you will work in one of these nurseries and you can choose the time according to your school duties,“ the lady turned to her when they finished the short round, “we also have a playground in the backyard.”

“Thank you, madam. If you don’t mind, I’ll think of your offer and call you tomorrow.”
“Of course, miss Charity. We will arrange everything as soon as you decide to take the job.”

On her way home Charity kept thinking of the offer. It was quite attractive but she couldn’t get rid of a strange feeling. The villa and all the equipment looked expensive. Where did they get money from? Charitable agencies usually suffered from lack of money but Happy Family definitely did not.  

“Charity, I’m taken aback by the wage and by the equipment,” Charity’s mother shared her worries when her daughter told her about the job offer.
“I know mom but I will babysit only. What could happen? Maybe they have a wealthy sponsor.”
“I don’t know. To be honest I’m getting a bad feeling but I really don’t know why. In either case do your job and don’t stick your nose into anything else.”
“Okay mom. I’ll call the lady tomorrow and accept it.”
“Bring me the employment contract and I’ll show it to our lawyer.”
“Of course, mom.”

The next day Charity called the lady, accepted her offer and planned her first shift for Wednesday in the afternoon after school.

On Wednesday Charity got quite nervous and unable to focus on her school lessons. She still didn’t get rid of the strange feeling when she entered the villa. The lady escorted her to the downstairs office. It was a small room with a table, two chairs and two small cabinets. 

“Sit down please and we arrange all the paper stuff,” the lady sat at the computer and started typing. About fifteen minutes later they finished and two copies of the contract were printed.

“Okay, the paperwork is over and now let me introduce you to your first shift,” the lady led Charity out of the office and upstairs. They met another young girl there.
 
“Charity, let me introduce Susan,” Susan also smiled at Charity, they greeted each other and Susan left. The lady turned to Charity again:

“Susan works as a waitress and she can work in the mornings. Now let me show you our sweet little John. He is 10 months old,” she led Charity to the nursery on her right. The small boy was asleep in the crib with a pacifier in his mouth. Charity walked over to the crib and kept watching him for a minute; he was quite cute and looked satisfied. She suddenly felt good and looked forward to her upcoming job.

“Before I go back to my duties, I’d like to explain to you something about diapers. We use cloth diapers to be environmentally-friendly. They are good, but you have to check them more often. The used diapers are to be thrown into a pail in the bathroom and poopy ones should be rinsed first,” the lady interrupted her thoughts; she smiled again and left. Charity was alone with the little Johnnie.

 

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Part 2:

While Johnny was asleep, Charity checked the surroundings. The nursery was a cozy room with two cribs, a table with two chairs and two cabinets. Charity looked into the cabinets and they were full of baby and toddler clothing. Several toys were sitting on the cabinet top. The walls were colored in bright colors and there were several pictures hanging on them. 

Charity left the nursery and walked over to the bathroom. She found two changing tables, a cabinet with clean diapers and rubber pants, several potties of different sizes and the mentioned pail next to the bathtub. 

The kitchen was located next to the bathroom and it was well equipped. A large table was located in the middle of the room and there were several high chairs and common chairs around it. The fridge was stocked by baby food and by adult food for the babysitters. 

In the corridor Charity met another girl.
“Hello, my name is Charity.”
“Hello, my name is Joan, nice to meet you. Are you new here?”
“Nice to meet you, too. Yeah, this is my first shift.”
“I’ve been working here for about two months. Would you like to see my littles?”
“Of course.” Charity nodded and smiled. Maybe she found a friend. 

Joan led Charity to the second nursery and Charity had to smile. She spotted twin girls about two years old; they were asleep as well, hugging each other in a single crib.
“Aren’t they cute? I love them.”
“Yeah, they are. Anyway I should check my Johnnie now.”

Charity returned to her nursery and at the same moment Johnny woke up. At the first moment he was startled and cried when he saw an unknown face. Charity lifted him from the crib and cuddled. Two minutes later the crying stopped and Johnny put his small arms around her neck. It was a little surprising; very few babies were that courageous and not afraid of new people.

The garment on Johnny’s behind seemed to be heavy and Charity carried him to the bathroom immediately. The changing table was equipped with safety straps and the little boy couldn’t fall down. She pulled down the rubber pants and removed the soaked diaper. After a thorough cleaning she put a clean diaper onto him and threw the wet one into the pail:

“Johnny, we are clean and can have fun together. Do you want something to drink?” Charity was carrying him into the kitchen. She prepared a baby bottle with warm tea and put the nipple into his mouth. To her surprise the boy smiled at her, grabbed the bottle and drank. When he finished, he gave the bottle back and nodded. It was quite unusual behavior.

Charity carried Johnny into the playroom and put him down onto the floor. The playroom was quite large and well equipped for babies and toddlers. There was a playpen in the middle of it, several cabinets and shelves with books on the walls. Baby toys were scattered on the floor. However, Johnny didn’t seem to be interested in them. He crawled towards a shelf with children's books and watched them closely. Charity took a book from the shelf and gave it to him. She was quite curious about what he would do. Johnny sat down, put the book in front of him and opened it just like an adult would do. Charity stared at him, wide-eyed.

Joan entered the room along with the twins. Both girls hurried up to the toys, sat down and got some dolls; they started playing almost immediately without paying any attention to Johnny. Their behinds were well padded and the diapers kept their legs a little apart. Each of them was carrying a full baby bottle with her.

Joan sat down next to Charity and looked at Johnny closely. 
“Joan, do you understand what’s going on here?” Charity turned to her.
“Charity, I don’t understand it completely, but I can tell you some experience with the twins. I’ve been babysitting them for about two weeks and I have to tell you some events are quite odd,” Joan shook her head.
“Tell me more please,” Charity turned to Joan and listened to her carefully. The children seemed to be busy with their activities.
“Charity, the girls change their behavior sometimes. If you watch them just now, they are like any other toddlers. However I experienced several days when they behaved like teenagers. We could talk together and they were able to dress themselves, use potty, forks, knives and even help me in the kitchen. However, the next day they switched back to toddlers.”
“Johnny also behaves like he was older. Anyway he seems to be sweet,” Charity smiled at Johnny. He turned his head and smiled back at Charity as if he understood what she said. 
“Ann and Mary are sweet as well; however they are challenging. I have a lot of work checking their diapers and changing them; both drink a lot of water and don’t stay dry for long. The cloth diapers are quite a drawback here,” Joan nodded.

Charity looked at Ann and Mary and watched them; both girls were holding their big baby bottles and drinking indeed. She nodded and smiled: “I understand you, Joan.”

Johnny turned away from the book and crawled to Charity. He stopped in front of her and pointed at his crotch: “E –ee”. Charity lifted him: “Sweetheart, have you peed into your diapee?” He shook his head and Charity understood: “You will pee then,” he nodded. Charity carried him into the bathroom and removed the diaper. She sat Johnny onto a small potty and he nodded. A minute later he was done and Charity stroked his head: “You are a good boy, Johnny. Anyway I put the diaper back, okay?” Johnny nodded again, Charity carried him back and he sat down to the book again.

Joan stood up and walked over to the girls. The packages between their legs were dropping down: “Ann, Mary, I changed you shortly ago and you are soaked again; come with me,” she tried to pull them away, but the twins protested loudly and cried: “We wanna pway, Joan.” Charity turned to Joan: “I help you, Joan. Bring the supplies and we can change them here.” She sat down to the girls: “Lie down and you will be clean in a jiffy,” she stroked their heads. Ann and Mary were surprised by her action and stopped crying. Ann lay down and let Charity pull down her tights and rubber pants. Meanwhile Joan came back and Mary lay down as well. Charity and Joan commenced the changing process and the twins were clean in a few minutes. Anyway they still are holding the bottles. Johnny was sitting and watching them as if he was aware of their problems.

The afternoon was passing slowly; Johnny kept looking into the book and even turning the pages. Joan took the twins and went to the park. An hour later they came back to dinner. Charity assisted Joan again to wash the girls’ hands and they also needed clean diapers again.

Charity and Joan escorted all children into the kitchen and sat them into high chairs at the table. Johnny was able to feed himself and he didn't even mess up his bib. Charity and Joan could focus on the twins. They managed to eat the dinner, but a lot of food had landed on their bibs.

After dinner Charity brought Johnny back into the playroom and took another book from the shelf; Johnny sat down and opened it while the twins started chasing each other around the room. They didn’t look tired at all and Charity wondered if they would be able to fall asleep.

About half an hour later Mary stopped and bent her legs; a concentrated look on her face revealed what was going on. Her sister ran away, but she stopped shortly after and several grunts escaped her mouth. Both girls didn’t run anymore and they walked carefully towards Joan. A strong smell was spreading across the room.

Johnny also left his book and crawled towards Charity. This time he seemed to be too slow and the guilty look on his face told Charity what had happened:

“Johnny, you did a poo in your diaper, didn’t you?” He nodded and a tear appeared in his eye. Charity stroked his head and smiled at him: “No problem, let’s fix it.” She carried him into the bathroom and changed his dirty diaper quickly: “Johnny, would you like to go to sleep now?” The little boy nodded and yawned. Charity carried him to the nursery, put him into the crib and returned to Joan. She helped her to clean the twins and tried to calm them down before sleeping. She sat down between them and read them a fairy-tale. Finally both little girls leaned to her and their eyes closed. Joan and Charity put them into their cribs. To her surprise Charity spotted straps on the crib sides. 
“Do you have any idea about the straps?” she whispered to Joan; Joan shook her head.

About an hour later Joan and Charity were relieved by a young woman, who started the night shift. She had a scowl look on her face and the girls were glad when they left the building.

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Part 3:

Joan and Charity were walking towards the bus stop and Joan turned to Charity:

“Charity, I don’t have any idea about the straps. Of course, I never used it and never found the girls strapped to the cribs. On the other hand I heard some complaints from the woman we met today. She was very unpleasant and I don’t know why she accepted this job. Somebody like her can’t be a good babysitter in my opinion.”
“Joan, I read some story about Happy Family several days ago, but I didn’t finish reading it. Since then I haven’t found it again. Did you read it by chance?”
“Sorry, Charity; I didn’t read it. However I’m quite curious and would look for it as soon as possible. When do you have the next shift?”
“It is Wednesday today … I come on Friday in the afternoon and on Saturday the whole day.”
“What a pity, I come tomorrow and next Monday. Anyway you can give me your number and I will call you when I find something.” Charity nodded and gave Joan her number. 

They got to the bus stop and Charity’s bus arrived first. They said their goodbyes and Charity got in. In the bus she hoped to find the story, but she failed again. All of sudden Charity realized that the story had probably been removed.

At home Charity told her mother about the babysitting and about the mysteries. Her mother listened carefully: “Charity, I’d almost say it’s your fantasy. To be honest, I’d quit immediately if I was you. Try to think about this strange agency, but be careful, please. I’d like to give you good advice; do your job and don’t be too curious.”

On Thursday Charity was waiting for Joan’s call, but Joan didn't call her. Charity wasn’t worried about it; maybe the story had been removed indeed and Joan didn’t find it either. However she couldn’t get rid of a bad feeling when she imagined the scowling woman taking care of toddlers.

Charity’s mother took the employment contract to their lawyer but he couldn’t find anything faulty in it. Except for the surprisingly high wage the contract was alright and without any legal issues. The wage itself definitely wasn’t an issue.

On Friday after school Charity hurried up to the Happy Family. The lady led her into the nursery and introduced a new toddler; her name was Sally and she was almost 3 years old. All of sudden Charity was surprised by the age of the toddlers. Where were the children before they were given to the Happy Family? If it was an opportunity for young girls and their unexpected pregnancies, the babies would be close to newborns mostly. Anyway Charity remembered her mother and didn't ask the lady about it.

The lady left the nursery and Charity watched the sleeping toddlers for several minutes. After that she walked to the other nursery. The second babysitter greeted her, but she didn't seem to be interested in talking. Charity returned to her nursery when Sally woke up. She smiled at Charity and asked her: “Hi, what’s your name? I’m Sally.”

Charity answered her and Sally sat up in the crib: “Charity, could you change my diaper, please? I’m all wet.” Charity nodded, brought the supplies and asked Sally to lie down. The small girl obeyed and Charity pulled down her pants and rubber pants. The diaper was very large, thick and wet:

“Sally, do you really need that thick diaper? You are a big girl though and you could try to be without diapers.”
“Charity, I’m afraid of it; Miss Malcolm was angry at me when she found wet spots on my pants in the morning. I had a thin diaper only.”

Charity stroked Sally’s head: “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. If you want, I'll put another large diaper on you, but try to come to me if you have to pee, okay?” Sally smiled and nodded.

Meanwhile Johnny woke up, but Charity wasn’t able to find out the former behavior. He was nice and sweet, but he still was a ten months old baby. Charity gave Johnny tea in a baby bottle and gave Sally a sippy cup. When they finished, she lifted Johnny onto her arms, climbed down the stairs, put him into a stroller and walked out of the villa to the park.

They opened the back door and Charity was surprised again. She couldn’t see the park from the street, but it was a very nice place. There was a playground with a sandbox, slide and swings in front of her. The playground was surrounded by lawn and there were several paved paths with benches all around. The whole park was fenced so the children couldn't run away. However the fence matched the overall style of the villa. A few trees provided a pleasant shadow for those who wanted to sit on the benches.

Sally hurried up to the slide and Johnny crawled on the grass. The twins appeared a few minutes later and they headed towards the sandbox. Charity noticed thick bulges on their behinds. Their babysitter sat down on the next bench and got a book.

Charity was surprised by the babysitter. The girl wasn’t watching the twins at all. They started playing in the sandbox, but several minutes later one of the twins looked around carefully. She stood up and headed towards Charity:

“I’m Ann. How are you, Charity? You were very nice to me on Wednesday.” Charity was taken aback, but she reacted immediately: “Nice to hear it, Ann. Join me and we can talk a little. You told me I had been good to you. Aren’t the other ones nice?”

Ann sighed:  “You and Joan are very nice, but the other babysitters are not. Look at Cathy; she is reading her book and doesn’t take care of us at all. She put thick diapers on our behinds, gave us two big bottles and now she doesn't need to do anything until dinner. It is quite uncomfortable and I can’t walk properly. Most of the babysitters do it. You can’t imagine the embarrassment when I have to pee into the diaper and don’t have another option. ” She pointed at her crotch and Charity noticed the wet diaper.

Charity lifted Johnny from the ground and she was trying to teach him walking. Ann was walking with her while Sally was riding on the slide. Several minutes later Sally joined Mary and both girls started playing together in the sandbox.

Charity realized that Joan was right. At this moment she had an opportunity to find out more details: “Ann, can you remember how you got here? Do you have any family or friends?”
“Sorry, I can’t remember anything. All I remember are the last two weeks. It is strange, but everything before it is like a fog. All my memories are linked to this house.” Ann stared at Charity.
“Ann, do you know why you are talking with me and Mary seems to be in a toddler state? Two days ago you both were toddlers.”
“I don’t know. I remember two or three times before when I felt like an older girl, like just now. The remaining time I was probably a toddler. I also think Mary was in the adult state several times, but we never could talk together,” Ann shrugged.
“How long do you stay in the adult state, Ann?”
“I wake up like this and it lasts until I fall asleep again.”

Charity nodded; she had a trace finally. Something strange happened to Ann and probably to all other children and they got to Happy Family. It was important to find the past of them. They couldn’t appear out of nowhere: “Thank you, Ann; hopefully we would be able to find out more. Tomorrow I will come again and we can stay together the entire day.”
“Charity, I’m afraid I won’t be able to talk with you tomorrow. Maybe Mary will.”

For now they had to focus on Johnny; he dropped to the ground and tried to crawl away; Ann looked at Charity: “Let me help you,” she ran towards Johnny and made him crawl back to Charity. Charity lifted Johnny and cuddled him: “Where did you want to go?” Johnny smiled at Charity and Ann and laughed. Charity notices the soaked diaper: “Ann, I have to go inside. Johnny has to be changed. Go get Sally, please.”

At the same moment Sally was approaching Charity and Mary was walking next to her. The girls stopped in front of Charity and Sally announced: “Charity, Mary is soaked.” 

Charity grinned at her: “Sally, thank you for your care; however Mary should be changed by Cathy. By the way, you haven't come to me since we came to the playground. Are you sure Mary is the only one who is soaked?” Sally blushed and looked down. Charity reached to her crotch: “Sally, what did you do? You have pooped yourself.” “Sorry, but I just wanted to come to you when it happened.”

Charity shrugged and turned to Ann: “Ann, you have to wait now; there is a messy behind to be cleaned.” Ann nodded, took Mary at hand and headed back to the sandbox. She looked sad.

Before the dinner Cathy stood up and headed towards the kitchen: “Ann, Mary, come with me!” Charity got Johnny and Sally and followed Cathy. Both twins were walking slowly and the packages between their legs were quite heavy and dropping down. Charity felt sorry for Ann, but she didn’t want to argue with Cathy. Maybe the twins would get adopted soon and the adoptive parents would be a nice and loving family.

Sally was quite able to feed herself and Charity could focus on Johnny. He was still smiling at her and Charity felt like a real mother for a short moment.

Later in the evening the babysitters were relieved by the scowl woman again. In the entrance hall the old lady stopped them: “Charity, I’d like to offer you extra work if you want. Unfortunately a babysitter quitted yesterday and I don’t have anybody for tomorrow except you. Take care of the twins as well and I pay you double. Johnny will be adopted in the morning and you needn’t take care of him anymore.”

Charity pretended to hesitate, but her heart jumped. She would get a wonderful opportunity to learn more about the twins and their fate. If they had an afternoon nap, there were four opportunities that one of them would be in the adult mode:

“Okay, madam; I will take tomorrow's shift even if it is a challenge.”

On her way home Charity still tried to find the mysterious story; however she found something else. Several young students disappeared in the last weeks and there was still no trace of them. She was reading through the notices without a big interest when she stopped at a message about twin sisters. and got a strange feeling. Was it a coincidence only or were the missing students related to the children in Happy Family somehow?

At home Charity didn’t tell her mother anything about her findings; she was afraid her mother wouldn’t allow her to work in Happy Family anymore.  Instead, Charity decided to investigate the case by herself. She could call the parents of the missing twins and ask them about details. Fortunately the names were listed in the messages and Charity wrote down all of them. In the next few days she would call the people and try to find something usable. Maybe the old photos of their children could show a similarity to the children in Happy Family.
 

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Part 4:

On Saturday Charity hurried up to the Happy Family. In the entrance hall she encountered a couple; the woman was holding Johnny and he smiled at Charity as soon as he spotted her. She could read in his eyes he was in adult mode. The old lady brought some documents and they thanked her. The couple seemed to be nice and Charity hoped that Johnny would get into a good and loving family. Anyway she would like to tell them about Johnny’s adult mode, but she didn’t have any idea how to explain it. There was only one option; Charity pulled the woman aside and explained to her: “Madam; I babysat the little Johnny and I have to tell you he is very smart and can even surprise you.” Johnny turned away from his new adoptive mother and grinned at Charity.

The scowl woman was nowhere to be seen and Charity wondered where she was. She asked the old lady, but she answered that the night shift was over and the children were still asleep. She even invited Charity to a cup of tea. Charity was surprised by it, but it wouldn’t be polite to refuse and they had a cup of tea in the office. Half an hour later the old lady stood up: “Charity, I’m leaving for the weekend; the house is all yours now. Take care of the children until the evening.”

Charity walked over to the nurseries. She opened the door of ‘her’ nursery and almost fainted; she wasn’t able to imagine the scene in front of her eyes.

Sally was strapped down to the crib and her hands were covered in mittens; she wasn’t able to undo the straps. Her torso was tied to the crib by a wide strap and her legs were tied apart. A pacifier was fixed in her mouth and a big package of diapers was visible on her crotch. Her eyes were full of tears.

Charity ran to the crib and removed the pacifier: “Sally, everything is okay; I untie you just now.” She looked at the straps, but they seemed to be locked. Keys were needed to open them.

Sally looked at Charity: “Charity, the keys are probably in the kitchen,” Charity realized that Sally was in adult mode: 
”Okay, Sally, I’m back in seconds.” 
“Charity, wait with the keys, please. My diaper is soaked and I have to pee very badly. I don’t want to leak; bring a clean diaper and change me quickly,” Sally stopped her. 
Charity was surprised by the request, but she realized that Sally wouldn’t be able to get to the bathroom in time. She got another large diaper and changed Sally quickly even without cleaning her. “Get the keys now and I can help you then. I think the twins are strapped down as well,” Sally sighed in relief when she could pee in the diaper.

Charity found the keys in a kitchen drawer indeed and hurried up to Sally. The straps could be unlocked and Sally stood up from the crib: “Let’s take care of the twins now. I can remove my diaper, take a shower and dress on my own.”

The twins were strapped down in the cribs in the same way. Charity was angry at the scowling woman, but she also realized that the old lady saw Sally and didn’t help her. With help of Sally she freed the twins quickly; they were crying and cuddled to Charity immediately. 
“My little girls, Charity is with you and you are safe now,” she held them tightly: 
“Bring the changing supplies please,” Charity turned to Sally

To Charity’s surprise Sally was able to change Ann while Charity was changing Mary. Charity was curious if one of the twins was in adult mode, but they were upset and kept crying. Meanwhile, Sally headed towards the bathroom and in ten minutes she was back dressed in a nice dress and tights; anyway without a diaper: “Charity, I put the pajama and wet diaper into the laundry. Let’s make breakfast now.”

Charity dressed the twins into pink tops and denim pants; they looked very cute, but there was no trace of adult mode at all. Charity hoped that some of them would get into it after the afternoon nap.

After breakfast everyone moved to the park; it was a wonderful sunny day. Ann and Mary headed to the sandbox and sat down; they weren't in the mood to run around after the night experience. Sally sat down to Charity and Charity started talking:

“Sally, you can talk with me and behave like a teenager; you even aren’t wearing the diaper and you were able to dress yourself and prepare breakfast. Yesterday you were like a three year old toddler.”

“Really? Wait, I remember something about the large diaper and angry babysitter,” Sally stared at her surprised.
Charity’s heart jumped. Maybe Sally could tell her even more: “Sally, do you remember more? How did you get here?”
“I don’t remember exactly how I got here and everything before the last days is like a fog. However … I was in the basement and there was a strange machine there.”
“What are you saying? Is there a basement in this house?”
“I think yes. If you want, I can help you look for it,” she looked at the sandbox: “Charity, you have got a stinking task to perform now.” Ann was approaching them and she was walking carefully, her legs wide apart. 
“Did you know I had the same task with you yesterday?” Charity grinned at Sally and Sally nodded: “Okay, I watch Mary meanwhile.”

In the bathroom Charity strapped Ann to the changing table; Ann almost started crying again, but Charity stroked her head: “Sweetheart, you could fall down.” She pulled the pants down and removed the dirty garment. The cleaning process took some time and as soon as she finished, Sally appeared in the door, leading Mary: “Another one.” Charity sighed and repeated the process.

“I can watch the girls and you should try to look for some clues in the villa,” Sally turned to Charity. Charity nodded and Sally left, leading the twins to the park.

Charity started her search on the second floor. She knew the nurseries, kitchen and playroom already. There were two more rooms there; they looked like storerooms. Charity didn’t find anything interesting there; the storerooms were full of bedding, diapers and clothing; there were even some spare cribs there. In the far corner there was a stairwell leading upwards to the loft. The loft was empty and dusty. She climbed the stairs down to the ground floor and explored the entrance hall. It was a large room and Charity could admire the equipment. The furniture matched the villa style; the prospective adoptive parents should feel well here. The office was locked, but she could have expected it. There were more doors on the walls, but all of them were locked as well. A stairwell was leading down to the basement, but Charity found only a large washroom with several washers and dryers as well as a boiler room there. There were no other doors in the basement.

All of sudden Charity heard some muffled noises from behind the walls. She wasn’t sure if it was a hallucination only, but she decided to continue her search. Unfortunately her effort is vain; if there was something strange in the villa, it was well hidden. Maybe she could try to find something next weekend. For now Charity stopped her searching and returned to the park; she didn’t want to leave Sally alone. Sally was playing with the twins and she seemed to have her fun at it. 

Meanwhile the lunch time was coming; Sally helped Charity change the soaked diapers. The twins seemed to be exhausted and they probably would fall asleep after lunch. Charity and Sally managed to prepare the food quickly and they fed Ann and Mary. Both girls went to the cribs willingly and Charity changed them into their pajamas. Minutes later they are asleep.

Sally yawned as well: “Charity, I could have a small nap, I’m tired after the night.” Charity nodded, but she realized what Ann had told her: “Okay, Sally; however you probably return to your toddler mode then. Let me put a diaper on you.”

“Do you think so? I wouldn’t like to return; however, I can't stay awake forever,” Sally startled, sighed and lay down in the crib. Charity pulled down her tights and put a large diaper with rubber pants onto her behind. She covered Sally and gave a kiss on her forehead.

While all the children were asleep, Charity tried to find a hidden door again; anyway she failed. The door has to be somewhere behind the locked office door or it is disguised. She also didn’t hear any more noises and returned to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

As soon as she finished the coffee, she heard a voice from the nursery. She hurried up and Mary announced: “Charity, could you remove my diaper, please? I have to go to the bathroom.” Charity lifted her from the crib, brought to the bathroom and removed the dry diaper. However Mary was too small to sit on the toilet bowl: “Mary, sit on the potty; you would fall down from the toilet.”
 Mary nodded and sat down. Charity left her alone, “you can have some privacy.”

In five minutes Mary finished and Charity helped her clean her behind. However they didn’t have any panties: “Mary, would you mind if you put the diaper onto you; we don’t have panties. Unless … unless you want to wear pants without panties. However, it's uncomfortable.”

“The diaper is comfortable and you pull it down if I have to pee,” Mary shrugged. Charity nodded and put the diaper back.

Ann and Sally woke up several minutes later and Ann’s rule worked; Sally was a toddler again and her diaper was soaked. Mary was able to assist Charity to change both girls and they were ready to play. Mary takes a big bottle and walks to the book shelf. Charity takes a book and passes it to her. Sally and Ann sat down and played with dolls.

The afternoon was passing slowly. Charity didn’t try to ask Mary; the little girl seemed to be busy with the book. About an hour later Mary stood up and ran to Charity: “Charity, I have to pee, hurry up please.” They headed towards the bathroom and Charity wanted to unzip Mary’s pants, but Mary was pressing her hand against her crotch: “Mary, I have to pull down the pants.” Charity pulled Mary’s hand away and grabbed the zip when she felt the diaper getting warm. Mary sighed and looked down to the ground. Charity lifted her onto the changing table: “Sweetheart, it is OK; your body is small and weak. Let’s change you into a clean diaper now.” She changed Mary quickly and they returned to the playroom.

The afternoon was uneventful and Charity was relieved in the evening. Fortunately the scowl woman didn’t appear.

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Part 5

On Sunday Charity commenced her investigation. Her first target was the parents of the missing twins. Fortunately they were willing to listen to her, but the story seemed unbelievable. The father kept shaking his head: “Charity, you seem to have a great fantasy.” Anyway the mother brought an old album with photos of the twins.

Charity opened the album and a cold chill ran down her spine. The girls in the pictures were Ann and Mary. She put the album onto the table with shaking hands: “Missis Brown, the twins in Happy Family are your daughters. I don’t know how they were regressed, but I’m quite sure about their identity.” The father stared at her wide-eyed and tears appeared in his eyes: “You … you found our little girls.” They promised her help and Charity could continue her mission.

Unfortunately the twins were the only children she was able to identify. All other parents either didn’t want to talk with her or she didn’t recognize the toddlers. Anyway it was a great success. Now Charity was sure about a criminal plot and about a mysterious way to regress the children to the toddler age.

The next Tuesday Charity started her regular shift after school. The old lady told her the latest news; the twins had been adopted by a rich family and she would be the only babysitter today, taking care of Sally and a boy named Charlie. He was about the same age as Sally.

Charity was hardly able to drink her coffee when Charlie woke up. He startled when he spotted her and Charity had to calm him down. Sally woke up at his crying. Charity took both toddlers into the bathroom and changed them quickly. Neither of them seemed to be in adult mode.

The weather wasn’t very good; it was raining and they had to stay inside. Before going to the playroom Charlie announced he was hungry. Charity was a bit taken aback: “Charlie, didn’t you have your lunch.” “Yeah, miss, but I’m still hungry.” Charity shrugged and gave him a piece of bread with butter and jam. Charlie ate it instantly and asked for another one. Sally asked her for some juice only.

In the playroom Charlie looked for some cars and started playing with them; he also tried to convince Sally to join him. She wasn’t enthusiastic about his offer, but they were only two and she sat down with him. Charity was watching them and smiling a bit.

All of sudden Charlie stopped playing and stood up; he bent his knees and held still. A minute later he approached Charity: “Miss Charity, could I have a clean diaper?” The smell revealed what had happened. “Okay, poopy boy. Sally, what about you?” Charity nodded 
Sally looked up, a bit surprised. She also stood up and followed Charlie: “I’m wet only.”

The cleaning process was quite long; Charlie had to be put into the tub and showered. After changing both toddlers they returned to the playroom and continued playing. Sally and Charlie seemed to be getting on well.

When Charity was relieved in the evening, the old lady was waiting for her: “Charity, could we have a talk? I have got an offer for you.” She invited Charity into the office and offered her a cup of tea:
“Charity, you are a good babysitter. There are cameras all around the house and I could watch your work closely. In my opinion you could try out something special.”
Charity was sipping the tea and suddenly realized that the lady could watch her while she was searching the villa. She was startled, but tried to stay calm and find out what the lady knew.

“Of course, madam, it is an honor for me if you give me some special offers. Could you tell me more about …” Charity was getting a bad feeling; she was tired, her eyes closed and her body relaxed in the chair.

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The Regresser test report:

The Regresser prototype has been tested on 20 subjects so far. Teenagers of both sexes were regressed to the baby age. The test results are as follows:

- All tested subjects were regressed successfully and there was no fatality or serious bodily damage.

- The subjects were not regressed to the required age of newborns. Most subjects have been regressed to an age of 2 or 3 years and only two of them were regressed to an age less than 1 year.

- The mental regression wasn’t completed fully. Unexpected short periods of mental activity on a level of an adult were observed in almost all cases.

- According to detailed examination the test subjects aren’t able to grow either physically nor mentally.

A well-dressed man was sitting at the massive wooden table in the middle of a luxurious office and reading the report; his face was getting red with anger. He started yelling at his companion and his voice echoed in the large room: “What the hell did you create, James? We wanted to have lovely small babies which can be sold to solvent families. Instead of it we are producing small beasts which remain toddlers for their entire life and they have got pieces of an adult mind. It is a total failure!”

The second man dressed in a lab coat tried to protest: “Sir, I did my best and the tests on animals were successful. I don’t know what happened. Give me the last chance, please.”

The old lady was standing in the corner next to a big cabinet, watching both men and keeping silent. It wouldn’t be wise to tell them even a single word. After all, she was responsible for the care only and she never wanted to know more about the regression.

“Okay, James. However; it is really your last chance. Try to use some new settings and be successful this time. Otherwise I cancel the entire work and get rid of you. Hopefully you know what I mean.”

“I will be successful, sir. You get two lovely small babies this time.”

The well dressed man calmed down a little: “You have three days, James. I will come again on Friday and I want to see total success.” He turned back and left the room. James stood up and walked slowly to the basement. He opened the second door on his left and entered the treatment room. It was a small room equipped with a hospital bed and a mysterious machine. There was a big computer and a strange cabinet next to the bed. Several wires with electrodes were connected to the cabinet. James sat down at the control computer and started working. His fingers were moving quickly on the keyboard.

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Charity opened her eyes and looked around. She was lying down on a hospital bed and her limbs were strapped to the bed. A big pacifier was filling her mouth and it was fixed behind her head. She was dressed into a hospital gown and her crotch was covered by a large and thick diaper.

The room was small and there were no windows on the walls. Charity looked to the right and she spotted a young boy on the second bed; he was strapped down and dressed in the same way. There wasn’t any more furniture in the room.

The boy turned to her and tried to speak, but the pacifier prevented him from doing so. Charity tried to speak as well, but her effort was vain. Charity also checked the straps, but they were locked and she wasn’t able to open any of them. She struggled for awhile, but all straps were quite tight.

The door opened and the old lady enters the room: “Charity, this is the special offer. Up to now you were a babysitter and I offered you the baby role. You are probably thirsty.”

The pacifiers were equipped by a hole and the lady attached a bottle to each of them: “Drink, my babies. Auntie Hannah will come later when you finish.”

Charity was thirsty indeed and she sucked on the nipple until the bottle was empty. The boy did the same and his bottle was empty even earlier than Charity’s one. Hannah came back and removed the bottles: “I come back later to check on my babies. Good night.” She left the room and dimmed the light.

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Part 6:

Charity was glad that the old lady had left. They were alone and Charity was getting tired. It was probably late in the evening and she had to be at home. What would her mom do? Suddenly Charity desperately wished she had obeyed mom’s advice but it was too late.

The boy started checking the straps, but he failed as well. He fidgeted in the straps desperately and Charity knew the probable reason; he had to pee. To her terror, she was getting the same feeling. They eventually would have to use their diapers.

The growing pressure made Charity fidget as well. She tried to close her legs or press her hand to her crotch. Unfortunately the straps were holding her tightly. She could clench the bladder muscles only, but the growing pressure seemed to be stronger. She made the last attempt to let out a few drops, but it was the final mistake. As soon as the floodgates opened, she wasn’t able to close them anymore and she flooded the diaper between her legs. The fabric got wet and warm.

Charity sighed and relaxed on the bed. A short look to the right revealed that the boy didn’t fidget anymore and his face was deep red. She realized that she was blushing as well. She was lying helpless and wearing a wet diaper next to a boy.

Half an hour later the fatigue took over and Charity fell asleep. The boy was tired as well and his eyes closed several minutes later. Hannah peeked into the room, checked on the babies and closed the door again.

In the middle of the night Charity woke up and she had to pee again. The diaper between her legs was cold and uncomfortable. Tears appeared in her eyes, but she couldn’t do anything but pee into the diaper again. The garment got heavy and drops down between her legs but it wasn’t cold anymore. Charity wasn’t able to say if she leaked or not.

The next morning Hannah opened the door. 
“Good morning, babies. Auntie Hannah is here to take care of you,” she walked over to Charity. 

“Lady is first,” she pulled down the rubber pants, revealing a very wet diaper. Without hesitation Hannah removed it and exposed Charity’s crotch. The boy and Charity blushed deeply when Hannah moved to the boy and removed his diaper as well. She brought a wet rag and cleaned both captives thoroughly. Despite his condition the boy was getting aroused and his penis was hard and erect.

Hannah cleaned the captives and put clean diapers onto their crotches. She grabbed the wet diapers and left the room: “I’m back with your breakfast soon.” 

In about ten minutes she came back and carried a tray with two baby bottles. She removed the pacifiers and fed both captives. There was delicious semolina porridge in the bottles and Charity was hungry; she doesn’t protest and neither did the boy.

After breakfast the pacifiers were put back into their mouths and the old lady left. Charity struggled again with renewed effort, but the straps were unyielding. Half an hour later the door opened and a man in the lab coat entered the room:

“It’s time for your big change, babies,” he laughed and pulled the bed with Charity out of the room. She kept looking around and realized they were probably in a basement. Was it the basement of the villa? The man opened another door and Charity spotted a strange machine. He stopped next to the machine, put several electrodes onto her forehead, lifted the blanket and put more electrodes onto her arms and legs; it was almost like an ECG:

“Charity, you will become a lovely baby now; good bye,” He pressed a button and Charity was getting tired suddenly. Her eyes closed and her limbs relaxed totally. The man was watching her closely and he even looked like he was praying: “It is my last chance, help me please.”

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Charity opened her eyes slowly and tried to understand what had happened. She was lying on her back on a soft surface like a mattress. There were some wooden slats all around the mattress. It definitely was a crib. Anyway the crib seemed to be huge; moments later Charity realized that the crib wasn’t huge, but her body was small. She also wasn’t able to remember her name or past. Everything was like a fog. There was a machine and …

She raised her head and tried to look around the room. It was a nursery; there were two cribs in the nursery and a small baby boy was lying in the second one; he seemed to be asleep.  The room was decorated beautifully and Charity could see numerous toys and nice pictures on the walls. Besides the cribs there was a table with two chairs and several cabinets in the nursery. No babysitter could be seen at this moment.

Suddenly Charity realized she was able to think clearly. It could be a big advantage for her. Her heart jumped and she tried to sit up in the crib. To her utter horror she found out her muscles were too weak and she wasn’t able to turn around, let alone sit up. She could move her legs and arms and grab a small rubber toy next to her, but she couldn’t do anything more. It was frustrating and her adult mode couldn’t help unless somebody else found out about it. 

Charity looked at her body and guessed she could be a five or six months old baby, about 25 inches tall. She was dressed in a beautiful yellow jumper with buttons on her back and crotch. Her legs were held apart by a large diaper package. Charity reached down and felt the wetness. She had wet herself already before she woke up. The next unpleasant surprise was her fingers; her motor skills didn’t allow her to unbutton a single button and she was hardly able to reach the first button.

All of sudden she felt the pressure in her bladder and realized that she isn’t able to use the toilet or potty. At the same moment the bladder muscles relaxed, she wasn’t able to clench them and her pee flowed into the already wet diaper between her legs; it was getting warm and heavier. Charity sighed in frustration and tears appeared in her eyes; she had no control of her wetting just like a real baby.

The boy in the second crib seemed to be even younger than her. Several minutes later he woke up and cried; he was behaving like a real baby. The babysitter came ten minutes later, carrying two baby bottles and walked over to the boy first. She checked his diaper and changed him quickly. After change she lifted him from the crib and fed him.

Charity was watching the scene and thinking of her condition. Should she let the babysitter know she was able to think clearly? She wasn’t sure if it was a wise decision and she even didn’t know how to do it. It would be better to wait and watch.

Meanwhile the babysitter finished feeding the boy and moved to Charity. She smiled at the small girl and gave a kiss on her forehead: “It’s everything OK, my little one. You are a good girl.” The babysitter unbuttoned the crotch of Charity’s jumper, changed the wet diaper and lifted Charity from the crib: “Let’s have your lunch,” She put the nipple into Charity’s mouth and let her drink the milk, holding her in the arms. Charity relaxed and drank the milk; she was hungry and thirsty. 

After lunch the babysitter put Charity back into the crib: “Let’s relax a bit now. My shift is almost over and I’ll go home. Cathy comes and takes care of you in the afternoon.” She left the nursery, taking the bottles with her. The boy fell asleep almost immediately, but Charity wasn’t tired at all. She had to endure until Cathy comes. Unfortunately she couldn’t do anything but watch the room or think of her options. There was a watch on the opposite wall and she kept looking at it; however it was a bad idea and Charity was frustrated; time was passing very slowly. 

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Part 7:

A car stopped in front of the villa and an older couple got out of it. They rang the bell and the old lady answered the door: “Mrs. and Mr. Brown? Come in, please. It would be a pleasure for us to provide you with a happy family; it is even the name of our humble company.”

Mr. Brown stepped forward, followed by his wife: “Well, could you show us some of the lovely babies?”
The old lady led them through a large entrance hall to a luxurious and large office. The walls were lined with wood and all the furniture was very expensive. The pictures of smiling babies were hanging on the walls. Five minutes later a well dressed man entered the room: “I’m sorry I don’t introduce myself, but this business is a bit … sensitive. Can I call you Mrs. And Mr. Brown? I don’t think it’s your true name.”

Mr. Brown almost made a mistake, but he reacted immediately: “You’re right; Brown is a quite common surname and it was our first idea.”

They sat down to a round table and he pulled out a couple of photos: “Here you are; at this moment you could have a girl or a boy; both turn 3 in a couple of months. I know you might have expected a smaller child, but there is none available just now,” Sally and Charlie were in the pictures. Mrs. Brown realized that their daughters are not here anymore, but she controlled herself and didn’t say anything.

Mrs. Brown watched the photos for awhile: “Could we see the children, please?” “Yeah, but they are having their nap, so we should wait a little. Let me invite you to a cup of coffee until then.” He walked over to a small bar and prepares three cups of coffee. Meanwhile the old lady entered the office and whispered something to the elegant man; he turned to Browns: “Maybe we could offer you younger babies, but you have to come tomorrow again. We have to do some examinations.” Mr. Brown nodded: “No problem. We could look at the first two children today and at the other two tomorrow.”

Half an hour later a babysitter appeared and invited them: “Sally and Charlie are awake already. You could look at them and talk with them if you want to.”

Sally was a happy toddler. When Browns and the babysitter entered the room, she was still in her crib. Her diaper was soaked and she would like to have a clean one: “Mel, Sally is wet,” she announced. 
“Okay, sweetheart, let’s change,” the babysitter smiled at her. She walked over to the bathroom, got the supplies and came back. She pulled down Sally’s pants, cleaned her and put a new diaper on her: “Mrs. Brown, let me introduce our Sally.” Sally stood up and ran to Mr. Brown; he cuddled her instinctively.

Charlie, on the other hand, was in his adult mode. He woke up and his bladder was full. Two days ago he managed to escape to the bathroom in time and come back before the babysitter arrived. This time he was late. The babysitters didn’t trust him and didn’t let him out of the diapers. His only option was using the diaper and waiting for a change. However he was taken aback when Mrs. Brown turned to him: “Hi, Charlie, do you need a clean diaper?” He nodded and smiled at her: “Bathroom,” he pointed to the bathroom. 
“OK, take him there; it is more comfortable to use the changing table,” Mel nodded.

Charlie stood up and headed towards the bathroom; Mrs. Brown followed him. It was a good opportunity for him to be alone with her. While they were walking, he wet the diaper on purpose. In the bathroom he lay down onto the changing table and turned to Mrs. Brown: “Don’t startle, please. I feel like a big boy and don’t know why.”

Mrs. Brown needed a few seconds to compose herself, but she got the clean diaper and commenced the changing: “Charlie, how did you get here? Did you see two girl twins?” 
“Yeah, the twins were here, but they got adopted two days ago. I don’t have any idea how I got here and don’t remember anything from my past,” he nodded and explained.

They finished the changing and returned to the nursery. Sally was still cuddling to Mr. Brown and she looked cute. Mrs. Brown asked Mel: “Could we take them outside for awhile? It is a nice day and we could play with them.” Mel nodded and left for the kitchen. Browns took the children to the park and they stared in disbelief at the well maintained grass, trees, benches and sandbox. 

Sally was happy that she could play with somebody and she kept cuddling to Mr. Brown, pulling him to the sandbox and slide. Charlie sat down on a bench next to Mrs. Brown and he pretended to have fun playing with a toy car, but he didn’t know more than he had told her already.

An hour later, Browns came back to the house and passed Charlie and Sally back to Mel. Sally seemed to be disappointed that they were leaving. They thanked the old lady and left: “We will come tomorrow again and look at the two babies.” The lady nodded.

Charity was still watching the surroundings and listening to all noises. There was almost silence all around. All of sudden she can hear voices of several people. Unfortunately the door was closed and she could hear muffled sounds only. The voices were coming closer and she heard a nearby door opening. There was some commotion on the corridor and Charity wished she could come closer; unfortunately she only could lie on her back in the crib. She tried to turn around at least, but all her effort was vain.

While Charity was thinking of the mysterious voices, she heard another sound; her stomach was grumbling. It was a response to the milk she drank earlier. She felt a movement down her bowels and a sudden pressure in her buttocks. A cold chill ran down her spine when she realized what was going to happen. Instinctively she tried to clench the muscles, but they didn’t respond. Instead, she pressed involuntarily; her bladder and bowels emptied themselves into the diaper and it got wet and heavy. The smell was spreading across the room. Charity was embarrassed; she couldn’t do anything but wait until Cathy would come and change her. Tears appeared in her eyes and she cried silently.

Cathy appeared about fifteen minutes later to check on the babies; she felt the smell and sighed. Charity guesses that Cathy didn’t like her job very much. She lifted Charity, carried her over to the bathroom, strapped her to the changing table, opened the jumper and removed the dirty diaper. Charity didn’t move too much and the cleaning process didn’t take long. After cleaning Cathy put a thick diaper onto her crotch, took Charity back to the nursery and offered her a bottle of tea.

Charity calmed down and relaxed in Cathy’s arms. She realized there is no other option than using the diaper and she should get used to it. Cathy put her down and took care of the boy. When she finished, she carried both children into the playpen. They were lying next to each other and Charity reached to the boy and stroked his head involuntarily. He turned his head, smiled and stroked Charity as well.

Cathy sat down on the chair and started reading her book. Both babies were lying in the playpen and Charity tried to find a toy to spend her time. She heard the voices again. This time they were closer and she can recognize two child voices and several adult ones. The adults are speaking about adoption and Charity noticed that somebody would  come tomorrow to look at two babies. Did they mean her and the boy?

The adults seemed to have left, but the children voices could be heard. The door opened and a boy and a girl entered the playroom. The girl leaned down and looked at Charity: “Oh, two babies are here.” Her face is familiar to Charity, but she still wasn’t able to identify her. The small boy smiled at the girl and she smiled back.

The older boy headed towards the bookshelves and took a book; he sat down and started reading. Charity realized he was able to think clearly just like she was. She wondered how to notify him. If he came closer, maybe she would be able to let him know.

The girl sat down next to the playpen and gave Charity some toys. Charity took them; it was a good way to spend the time until dinner. They were playing for awhile when the girl stood up and headed to the door, calling the babysitter: “Mel, Sally needs a clean diaper.” Charity realized she also needed it; her diaper was wet already. However Cathy was still sitting and reading her book. Sally came back in five minutes and sat down next to Charity again.

In the evening Cathy made two bottles of milk, changed and fed both babies and left the nursery. Charity could hear a sigh of relief; Cathy’s shift was almost over. She was getting bored and tried to fall asleep just like the small boy. Unfortunately her mind was occupied by a lot of thoughts and she wasn’t able to doze off. Half an hour later the small boy fidgeted and Charity could feel the smell. Minutes later her body reacted in the same way. The boy was still asleep and didn’t mind the dirty diaper at all. Charity had to face the unpleasant feeling again, but she didn’t want to trouble Cathy and see her angry face. 

Finally Charity heard the door opening and a new babysitter entered the nursery. This one seemed to be very nice; she changed and cleaned both babies, smiled at them, cuddled them and sang them a lullaby. Charity and the boy were put into their cribs and they fell asleep.
 

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Part 8:

Hannah, the old lady, was leaving the villa when the phone rang. The boss wanted to see her immediately. She entered his office and could see his very angry face: “Hannah, you are a true jackass. The idea of regressing Charity was a very bad one. Her mother called me yesterday and she had very unpleasant questions. I somehow managed to convince her that Charity had left after her shift on Tuesday.”

“Sir, she was too curious and was searching the villa. I watched the camera records from Saturday. What if she found something?”

“Hannah, if she had found anything suspicious, the police would be here already. They called me as well and asked about the missing Charity. Fortunately I’ve got some contacts and they diverted their focus from our company. However, if they came here and found the machine, my contacts wouldn’t be able to help me anymore. You can only pray that nothing else happens.”

Hannah left and she was trembling in fear about her carelessness and its possible results. The boss called James and asked him about the new babies. James reported him on their behavior. According to the camera records neither Charity nor the boy showed a sign of adult behavior. He watched the records as well. There was one single suspicious moment in the recording when Charity reached down to her diaper, but both men didn’t consider it a sign of adult behavior:

“James, it is an advance even if the babies are not newborn; however the boy is almost at this age. You should take Sally and Charlie and repeat the treatment.”

“I’m not sure if it works sir. Anyway we can try it out,” James shook his head.

The boss looked at the records and stopped again: “Look at Mrs. Brown in the bathroom. I could say she is talking with Charlie. I wish I could listen to their conversation. Unfortunately the cameras are not equipped with microphones.”

“Do you think they are talking about something serious? I don’t think that Charlie was in adult mode. I watched him two days ago and he ran to the bathroom as soon as he woke up. This time he has wet himself and Mrs. Brown changed his diaper.” 
“You are probably right, James,” the boss nodded.

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The next morning after breakfast James came to the nursery to check on Sally and Charlie. They were in toddler mode and he didn’t have any problem convincing them to come with him. He took Charlie at hand and led him to the machine. He wasn’t sure about the outcome, but his boss ordered it.

Charlie lay down when James told him it was an interesting game. James connected the electrodes and started the machine, using the same settings as with Charity and Joe two days earlier. Charlie’s eyes closed and James watched him closely. However the effect wasn’t the same. Charlie’s body didn’t shrink any single inch. At this moment James remembered the test report; the bodies weren’t able to grow and they probably weren’t able to shrink either. He waited several minutes and switched the machine off. Charlie was still asleep and James carried him to his crib. He hesitated if he should continue with Sally and shrugged. It was the boss's decision though.

Sally lay down and he connected her to the machine. She also didn’t shrink any single inch. 

Suddenly an error message appears on the display ‘Error 21524, Error 21547’ 

James startled; hopefully it wasn’t serious. He brought Sally back to the nursery and tried to find the error message in the manual. It was long ago when he was coding it and he forgot about the numerous messages.

Half an hour later he found the message: ‘Error 21524 - mind regression control failure. The adult mind wasn’t removed properly.’ ‘Error 21547 - motor control failure. Some motor control connections were damaged.’ He tried to remember if the same message appeared earlier and checked the message logs; to his utter surprise both messages appeared today at both processes and the message 21524 appeared at more processes before. The same error message even appeared several times with Sally.

James startled; whatever caused the 21524 messages, it could be the reason of the adult mind periods. Anyway he still hasn’t found the reason of growth suppression. Unfortunately he hadn’t time enough. Sally and Charlie seemed to be failures and the boss would come today again.

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Charlie woke up and he realized immediately he was in adult mode. What happened? He remembered the machine and a man in the lab coat. Sally was with him as well and she was still asleep in the second crib. The babysitter was nowhere to be seen. Charlie’s first reaction was a quick trip to the bathroom before the babysitter would appear. He stood up and wanted to make the first step when he felt his diaper growing heavy and warm. What the hell was going on? He tried to stop the flow, but the muscles refused to respond. He sighed and sat down again.

Sally woke up slowly and looked around the room. She tried to recall the last events. She was in the basement and Charlie was connected to the machine. After that she also was connected. She realized she was in adult mode and she turned to Charlie: “Charlie, what happened? We were in the basement again. I don’t understand it.”

“Sally, neither do I. However, it’s interesting. I feel like a big boy and we can talk together. Yesterday I could talk, but you were like a toddler. Is it a coincidence only?”

“I don’t have any idea about it. I also remember that I was like a big girl and you were a toddler. Now we are like big girl and big boy,” Sally shrugged. 

Suddenly some memories appeared in her mind, but they were blurred. She was not Sally, her name was …

Sally decided to stand up and go to the bathroom; she felt a slight pressure in her bladder. However the muscles relaxed and she peed in her diaper; every attempt to clench the muscles was vain; it was like they belonged to another body. Sally blushed and looked at Charlie: “Charlie, I’ve just …”. “So have I. I don’t understand why. Maybe the machine has caused it,” he looked at Sally and nodded. 

“I think you can be right, Charlie. What should we do now? We don’t know why we were connected to the machine again. I’d say they want to turn us into babies. It would be better to pretend being toddlers until somebody appears who is willing to listen to us. Meanwhile we can watch everybody and try to find out more about this place. In either case I’d like to get rid of the soaked diaper. Do you think you can change me before the babysitter comes to check us?”

“Sally, I’m not sure. I never changed diapers and we should stay in our toddler roles unless the babysitter is distracted. Try to endure the discomfort for awhile or let’s go find the babysitter.”

They encountered the babysitter Mel as soon as they got to the corridor. 
“Oh, you are awake. Let me check you,” she smiled at them and escorted both children to the bathroom, lifted Sally onto the changing table and pulled down her tights and rubber pants. Charlie was watching her; maybe he could try it later. Anyway he was getting a strange feeling when the babysitter removed the diaper and exposed Sally’s genitals. Charlie felt like he shouldn’t watch it, but he didn’t know why.

Minutes later both Sally and Charlie were wearing dry diapers and Mel escorted them to the kitchen. She retrieved two sippy cups, and filled them with juice. They almost refused it, but it was a part of the toddler roles. Mel took them to the playroom and they spotted both babies in the playpen. Sally knelt down and played with the small baby girl; the boy seemed to be asleep. Both girls seemed to be satisfied and they smiled at each other. Charlie took a children’s book and read it, hidden in the corner.

[Sarah Penguin]

I am pretty sure if you tea to a real 9 month old bad things things would happen.shortly afterward.

[didba59]

Part 9

The playroom door opened and Browns appeared again along with Hannah. Sally smiled at Mr. Brown and ran to him just like yesterday; she tried to stay in her role. He stroked her head and lifted her into his arms. Mrs. Brown proceeded to the playpen and watched both babies. Charity was awake and winked at her. Mrs. Brown lifted her and cuddled her: “Hi; you are a sweet baby, Diane.”

Charity listened to her and she found out something was wrong. The name Diane was unfamiliar to her. She was not Diane, she was … The small girl stared at Mrs. Brown and tried to notify her of the wrong name. Mrs. Brown was taken aback at first and didn’t understand why the baby was staring at her in a strange way. She watched her closer and all of sudden the face appeared familiar to her. She carried Charity a little away to the window and pretended to show her the view while she whispered to her: “Are you Charity?” 

The name reminded Charity of her past like a magic wand. All of sudden she remembered everything and she recognized Mrs. Brown. Charity winked again and nodded slightly. Mrs. Brown carried her back to the playpen and lifted the small boy. He smiled at her and cuddled to her; however he looked like a normal baby boy and there was no sign of an adult mind. She carried him to the same window and played the same scene.

Sally was looking for an opportunity to be alone with Mrs. Brown, but she seemed to be busy at the babies. Maybe she could talk to Mr. Brown instead. The opportunity appeared minutes later; Sally realized she’d just wet herself again and she pointed at the bathroom: “Sally needs clean diapee.” 
“No problem, sweetheart, I'll deal with it,” Mr. Brown smiled at her and carried her there. He strapped her to the changing table and pulled down her tights and rubber pants. At the same moment a shocking thought hit her mind. Her true name was Ellen Sanders and she remembered her whole past.

While Mr. Brown was cleaning her, she whispered to him: “Mr. Brown, don’t startle now. My true name is Ellen Sanders and I was age regressed by a strange machine.” 
Fortunately, Mr. Brown was prepared and he didn’t show any sign of surprise; there could be cameras around. He put a dry diaper onto her and pulled the tights back: “All clean, Sally.”

They walked back to the playroom and Mrs. Brown turned to Mr. Brown: “Norman, I think I’ve found the right child. Anyway I’d like to ask you in private; these nice people would excuse us.” They left the room and came back in about five minutes: “I think we will take the little Diane. Could we sit down somewhere and arrange everything?” Hannah nodded and they left the room. Both babysitters headed to the kitchen and the children were alone. Sally realized that it would be a big mistake if they were true toddlers.

Charlie was reading a book, sitting in the far corner. When all adults left, he stood up and walked over to Sally: 

“Sally, what did you talk about with the man? I know why you wanted to go to the bathroom.”
“Charlie, I’ve just recalled my past and my true name. It is wonderful,” she smiled.
“Oh, you are lucky. You have got your past back and … you are wearing a dry diaper,” he blushes.

Sally smiles: “No problem, come with me; I do the babysitting,” they head towards the bathroom. Charlie lay down on the floor; Sally unzipped his pants and pulled down the rubber pants.

Hannah escorted Browns to the boss office and the well-dressed manager appeared as well. They sat down and the manager turned to Mr. Brown: “I’m glad to hear we are able to give you a sweet baby. When you come tomorrow and bring 50 000 dollars in cash, you can take Diane home.” He involuntarily turned his head towards a massive safe in the opposite corner. There had to be a lot of money paid by desperate and solvent people in the safe.

“Thank you very much; we come tomorrow.” Mr. Brown nodded; he hoped that the microphones hidden in their clothing could pass all necessary information to the police. He looked at his wife; they stood up and left the villa slowly. The manager accompanied them and Mr. Brown assured him again they would come tomorrow. The Browns got into their car and drove off towards the police station. The police officer was awaiting them and he explained to them their plan. Tomorrow the police will provide the necessary amount of money and they will go to the Happy Family with it; the police will appear at the right moment. It would be the easiest way to obtain evidence.

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The babysitter drank her coffee and peeked into the playroom; Sally and Charlie were not inside. She checked the bathroom and came in time to watch Sally trying to change Charlie’s diaper:

“Sally, you are not supposed to touch the diapers,” she grabbed Sally’s hand, dragged her away and put mittens on her hands. Charlie was lying on the floor with his pants down his legs. She pulled the pants back, lifted him from the ground and put another pair of mittens onto his hands:

“You are naughty and you need a lesson,” Sally was strapped to the changing table and the babysitter put another diaper onto her. Her legs were held apart by the thick padding. Charlie got the same treatment, but the babysitter didn’t finish yet. She carried Sally to the crib and strapped her down: “You will stay here until I decide otherwise.”

Charlie was not strapped down, but his mittens were a serious obstacle; he wasn’t able to remove them. His legs were held apart, he couldn’t walk properly and he was still wet. All he could do was sit down with Sally and try to encourage her. When Sally cried, he stroked her head and even gave her a kiss to calm her down.

At lunchtime, the babysitter took Charlie to the kitchen, strapped him to the high chair and fed him like a small baby. After feeding Charlie she gave Sally two baby bottles with porridge and milk. Sally had to drink the bottles without freeing her from the crib. The babysitter left the nursery with a warning: “Don’t dare to trouble me. I come to check on you!”

Charlie sat down with Sally and tried to talk with her; however she was upset and unable to think clearly. Sally couldn’t understand why the babysitter reacted in that exaggerated way. She was grateful to Charlie for his company, but her condition was uncomfortable though. She experienced it several days earlier in the night, but this time it was different; it clearly was a punishment.

While Charlie was talking to Sally, he realized his diaper was warm and heavier between his legs; his bladder just added some pee to the already wet garment. To his surprise he didn't feel embarrassed and decided not to say anything. The diaper was thick and it wasn't soaked yet.

Sally tried to calm down and talk with Charlie when she felt a slight pressure in her bladder followed by a stream of pee hitting her diaper. It wasn’t a big deal and she could endure it until the next babysitter would come and free her. After all she experienced it several times earlier and she had to get used to it. However, the milk and porridge were about to add to her discomfort. She felt cramps in her belly and another stream emerged from her rear. The diaper was full of mushy poop and a terrible smell was spreading in the nursery. Tears appeared in Sally’s eyes and she struggled in the straps.

Charlie cuddled to Sally and tried to calm her down again: “Sally, don’t struggle; it doesn’t help. I wish I could help you but we have to wait until the next babysitter comes. Anyway … could you try to undo my mittens?”

Sally was distracted from the poop between her legs and she nodded: “My hands are locked in mittens as well, but I try to use my teeth.” Charlie put his right hand to Sally’s mouth and she fumbled with the tight knot. It took a long time, but she managed to untie the mitten and Charlie’s right hand was free. He started untying the left hand mitten and Sally’s mittens. Unfortunately the straps were locked and he couldn’t free Sally from the crib: “Sally, we wait until the babysitter leaves and I go look for the keys then.”
 

[Sarah Penguin]

[didba59]

Part 10

The manager was still sitting in his office and he was about to work on the false birth certificate for Charity. He opened one of the cabinets and took a blank form; using his contacts he was able to get the original forms as well as the necessary stamps. He wrote the first line when his phone rang; it was James and his voice is shaking:

“Boss, I … I … I have very bad news and … and … I’m afraid to tell you,” he stuttered.
“James, what’s going on? Is there a fire in the basement? Go ahead.”
“Even worse, sir. I read the old newspaper and found a photo there. The Browns are parents of the twins we sold lately. I’m sure it’s been a trap.”
“James, thank you for the info. Come here immediately.”

He put his phone back onto the table as if it was a bomb. After all, the message was like a bomb. They had to do something quickly.

James appeared in the door along with Hannah: “James, Hannah, we have to leave at this very moment. I’m afraid our business is over. James, go to the basement and destroy the regresser and all documents. Hannah, what should we do with the children?”

“They don’t know anything; I wouldn’t like to add murders to my deeds. We can leave them behind; the police take care of them.” Hannah shrugged. 

“What about babysitters? Ellen is about to leave after her shift, but Joan will come in ten minutes. James, wait! We use the regresser for the last time.”

Ellen was about to leave when Hannah stopped her: “Ellen, there are some changes in the shift schedule. Could you wait for my call? I’ll tell you about the next shift,” Hannah played her role well and didn’t reveal the serious condition. Ellen shrugged and left. Five minutes later Joan appeared and Hannah invited her to a cup of tea before her shift. The tea was drugged and Joan fell asleep almost immediately. James carried her to the basement and connected her to the machine.

However, the settings were not correct and a lot of error messages appeared immediately after he pressed the start button. James realized he didn’t change the settings since he had tried to regress Sally and Charlie. However he didn’t have any spare time and stopped the machine. Joan’s body didn’t shrink any inch and she was still strapped to the bed. James panicked and ran away from the basement.

“Let’s leave this place and find a hideout.” The manager shrugged. They hurried up out of the building, got into a car and drove off.

The villa seemed to be abandoned. Joan was strapped to the bed in the basement and she was still connected to the machine even if the machine was off already. Charity and the little boy were sleeping in their cribs and Charlie was sitting next to Sally. There was silence all around and Charlie collected his courage: “Sally, I think that everybody left. I don't even hear any babysitter voice. Maybe we are alone here.”

“This isn’t good at all.” Sally gave him a worried look. “I don’t like the idea that we are alone and nobody takes care of us. I’m not sure if we are able to take care of each other. At least, I’d like to be free of these straps. Hopefully you find the keys; otherwise I stay strapped to this crib. I think the keys are in the kitchen drawer. Hurry up, please; the diaper is quite uncomfortable.”

Charlie nodded and left the nursery. It was the first time for him when he could walk around in the villa. Up to now he knew about the kitchen, bathroom and playroom; he never was in the other parts or he didn’t remember it at least. He peeked into the other nursery and spotted the babies sleeping in their cribs. The bathroom, kitchen and playroom were empty and Charlie searched the remaining rooms on the floor. However he wasn’t able to find anything interesting and finally climbed down the stairs.

Below the stairwell there was the entrance hall. It was quite large, but Charlie didn’t find anything interesting as well. He looked for some people, but the hall was empty and so was every room he entered. The large office door was open and the office itself looked like somebody left it in a hurry. The safe was open and Charlie could see several documents on the lower shelf, but there was nothing else inside. Their captors have taken everything, including all money. Charlie crawled onto the chair and explored the table; he hoped to find a phone. Unfortunately he found none and the only interesting thing was the almost blank birth certificate for a baby named Diane. Charlie stopped searching and returned to the kitchen. Despite his effort he wasn’t able to find any keys. There were some cabinets above the sideboard, but he hadn’t any idea how to get there. He had to go back to Sally and let her know: “Sally, I’ve got bad luck. We are alone here and I haven’t found the keys.”

“Charlie, you are the only one who can be the babysitter now.” Sally sighed.
“S … Sally, I never babysat.” Charlie stared at her. “Charlie, it is not that bad. Take into account there is nobody and you have three babies including me to take care of. What would you like to do? Wait? Whom for?  Start with me and remember Diane and the small Joe. They need you as well.” Sally tried to encourage him. 

Charlie was standing and staring at Sally, but she turned to him again. 
“Hurry up! Bring two clean diapers, a small basin with warm water, a rag and the baby powder. I tell you what to do.” 
He woke up from his state and brought everything Sally told him to. Sally smiled at him again:

“Charlie, try to put a diaper beneath me; we need it to protect the bedding. Pull my tights down then.” Sally tried to lift her behind to help Charlie, but it was quite difficult. Charlie needed all his strength to lift her a little. When the diaper was on its place, Sally continued: 
“Pull down the rubber pants and try to keep them clean. Hold my diaper against my crotch until the pants are pulled down.”

This part of his task was more difficult and the smell hit his nostrils. Fortunately the rubber pants were clean, but the diaper was soaked. Sally told him the next step. 
“Move the diaper front slowly down and wipe away as much as you are able to. When you manage to do it, pull the diaper from beneath me and hold the other diaper tightly.” Charlie tried to perform it and finally the dirty diaper was lying on the floor: “Get the wet rag and clean my crotch as thoroughly as you can.” Charlie blushed when he touched her privates, but he calmed down and cleaned Sally. She asked him to pull the second diaper from beneath her and use it to clean the remnants of poop, powder her and put a clean diaper onto her crotch. When he finally pulled Sally’s tights back, she laughed at him: “Charlie, you will be a good babysitter though. Carry the smelling garments to the bathroom, rinse the poopy diapers and put them into the pail. You should change your own diaper then. It would be easier. After that you could bring me a baby bottle with juice.”

Charlie didn’t hesitate, carried everything away, crawled onto a chair and opened the window. In the bathroom he changed his own diaper; it was really easy, but he wasn’t sure if he cleaned his crotch thoroughly. He brought Sally a baby bottle and held it until she drank the juice. Suddenly he heard a baby cry from the other nursery and Sally sent him there. 
“Charlie; you learned what to do and now it’s your turn to take care of the two babies. They should get milk. You have to prepare bottles with warm milk. However, don’t forget to burp them after they drink. If you can, hold them in your arms.”

Charlie smiled back and left. Despite his little experience he managed to prepare two bottles of warm milk. Diane and Joe were wet only and he could change their diapers easily. He was even able to hold them in his arms while he was sitting on the crib; they were not too heavy. Both babies cuddled to him and it was a pleasant feeling. As soon as he finished, he returned to Sally.
“Sally, you are right. I could be a babysitter.”

Sally gave him advice to bring both babies and put them next to her. He nodded and carried Diane and Joe to Sally. It was a challenging task for him and he has to be very careful not to drop Diane. He put them next to Sally and she could reach them with her hand. Both babies seemed to be satisfied.

All of sudden Charlie heard a silent cry, but this cry was different and it was coming from downstairs:

“Sally, did you hear it?”
“Yes, I did. Go downstairs and try to find the baby.”

Charlie nodded and left the room again. He climbed down the stairs and got to the entrance hall. The hall was empty and the cry could be heard from behind a door. Charlie walked down the hall and tried to find the right door. There was another stairwell leading downwards; he climbed down the stairwell and got to the basement. There was a small corridor beneath the stairs and the cry was coming from behind a curtain. He pushed the curtain away and stared at the scene in front of his eyes.

[Sarah Penguin]

[didba59]

Part 11

The room was small and there was a strange machine and a hospital bed inside. However Charlie was staring at the person strapped down to the bed. It was Joan and she was crying like a baby. She was wearing a hospital gown and a large adult diaper between her legs; the wires were still connecting her to the machine. Charlie hurried up to her, pulled the wires away from her body and turned to her: “Joan, what happened?”

To his utter surprise Joan didn’t answer and she cried only. Charlie asked her several times, but she kept struggling in the straps and crying. Charlie looked at her diaper and realized she just wet herself. Joan was probably a victim of an unsuccessful regression attempt; her body hadn’t shrunk but her mind had been regressed. It would be even dangerous to untie her.

Charlie ran back to Sally and told her everything. “Oh, it’s quite bad. Joan doesn’t help us. You should go to her and give her some juice as well.  However we still have some hope when the night shift starts and a new babysitter arrives. Let’s wait until then.” Sally sighed and then grinned. “When you come back, you could bring another diaper. The juice has passed through my body already.”

“You seem to keep me busy, Sally,” Charlie looked at her and grinned as well and he even reached to her crotch; the diaper was soaked indeed. This time he didn't even blush. He hurried up to the kitchen and prepared the baby bottle for Joan. In the basement he gave her the bottle and Joan stopped crying. However Charlie didn’t have any idea what to do with her diaper; he couldn’t clean her by himself; she was too heavy and too strong for him. An adult had to do it.

While she was waiting for Charlie, Sally watched the babies closely. The small Diane looked familiar to her, but she wasn’t able to remember where she saw her. She turned to her: “Diane, I know you, but I’m not able to identify you. Who are you?” To her surprise Diane turned her head and winked. She looked like she understood Sally. It was even a bigger mystery. Was Diane anybody who knew Sally? Was she regressed?

Sally closed her eyes and tried to imagine Diane as an adult. All of sudden she recognized the face: “Are you Charity?” Diane/Charity winked again and nodded. At the same moment Sally realized she should use her true name instead of Sally.

When Charlie was about to leave the basement, he spotted a key on the table. It probably was the key from Joan’s straps, but he took it anyway; this key could unlock Sally’s straps as well. He hurried up to the nursery: “Sally, I’ve found a key.” 

Sally turned to him: “Charlie, I’ve recalled my true name. I’m Ellen. The little Diane is Charity, our former babysitter. Now hurry up; I’d like to be free.” The key was correct indeed and Sally/Ellen could be freed from the straps. They carried Charity and Joe to the playpen and headed towards the bathroom. “Could you leave me alone? I call you to put a clean diaper onto my butt. I’d like to take a shower on my own.” Ellen stopped Charlie.  

Ten minutes later Ellen called Charlie; she lay down on the floor, Charlie powdered her and put a clean diaper onto her. 
“Charlie, lie down; your diaper is wet too.” Ellen stood up. Charlie obeyed her and he grinned: “Ellen, we have to babysit our former babysitters; isn’t it a bit odd?”

As soon as Ellen finished, they decided to check on Joan. She seemed to be calm, but her diaper was soaked. Ellen found adult-sized diapers in a cabinet, but changing Joan was quite difficult. They had to convince her to lift her rear and it was a hard task for her due to the straps.

After changing Joan’s diaper Ellen turned to Charlie. “We should look for a way to alert the police or contact somebody who takes care of us. I could try to call my mother, but we have to find a phone. Let’s look for Joan’s handbag.”

Joan’s handbag was sitting on the table in the office, but they didn’t find any phone inside. The manager probably took it. Charlie and Ellen searched the other rooms; however they didn’t find anything: “Charlie, we have to wait until the night shift, unless … unless we go outside and try to find somebody in the neighboring houses.”

Ellen collected her courage and walked out of the villa. Fortunately the door was not locked. The street was deserted and nobody answered the door in the neighboring houses; their residents were at work or at school; it was an early afternoon. Ellen came back: “Charlie, we are alone here. Let’s wait until the evening. We have to take care of the babies anyway.”

They went to the playroom and watched the babies. The little Joe seemed to be asleep, but Charity was awake. Ellen sent Charlie to the basement to check on Joan and took Charity in her arms. She carried her to a couch and sat down:

“Charity, I think you can understand me. We are alone here, but I think our nightmare is almost over. We could go back to our families. I know my identity. I’m Ellen Sanders and I wrote a story about this place some time ago. I wish you could tell me your identity and we would find your family as well.”

Charity looked around. She wasn’t able to talk, but she pointed at a set of toy cubes with letters on them. Ellen carried her to the cubes and put her down: “Charity, try to assemble your surname now.” Charity reached the cubes and assembled a word ‘DIXON’. 
“Wonderful, now your address.” Ellen nodded. Charity nodded and assembled the address:
‘LANDO ST’ ‘2’. She took the cube with N and moved it: ‘LA_DON ST’. 
Ellen nodded; there was only one ‘N’ available and Charity needed to assemble the word LANDON: “Charity, is it the Landon street?” 
Charity nodded.

Charlie peeked into the treatment room and found out Joan was asleep. He was glad to see it and headed back towards the playroom. Ellen told him about Charity and he realized they could find Joan’s name and address in her handbag. He hurried up to the office and found Joan’s ID card.

At this moment they knew the identity of Ellen, Charity, Joan and the twins. Unfortunately they found no more documents pointing to Charlie’s and Joe’s identity. Maybe the police would be able to find their families.

All of sudden Charlie realized he just spotted something which could help them. He returned to the office, entrance hall and basement and tried to recall it. Unfortunately he wasn’t able to recall it and walked around the rooms over and over until he found the item. He ran to Ellen: “Ellen, I know what to do. There is a fire alarm button in the entrance hall. Let’s press it.”

The button was too high and Charlie has to climb on a chair. He used a wooden toy cube to break the glass and then he pressed the button. A second later the wailing siren sound echoed in the building. Charlie ran down to watch Joan while Ellen ran up to take care of Joe. Charity seemed to be calm; she understood what was going on. However Charlie had to stroke Joan and calm her down and Ellen had to do the same with Joe.

Fortunately the siren went silent and in five minutes a fire truck stopped in front of the villa. The firemen didn’t see any sign of fire, but two of them ran into the building and explored every room. They got into the basement and stared wide-eyed at the machine, Joan and Charlie. One of them turned to Joan, but she was still crying and he realized something was wrong.

“We started the fire alarm” Charlie started explaining “It was our only option to get help. This is a criminal agency and they have regressed several young students including me. I don’t know why but I kept my adult mind even if I don’t remember my name and my past. However, Joan,” he pointed at Joan: “ has been regressed to the toddler age.” 

Both firemen stared at him in an utter shock. A young girl was behaving like a baby and a toddler was explaining to them what happened. They weren’t able to understand what’s going on and called their commander. Charlie had to repeat everything to him and the commander needed some time to be able to believe what he saw in front of his eyes.

Charlie led them to the nursery and they stopped there in an utter surprise. Finally the commander got his radio and called the police. Two police cars appeared in fifteen minutes and Browns arrived shortly after them. The commander explained the actual situation and the firemen left; they weren’t necessary.

Ellen told the officer the name and address of herself, of Charity and gave him Joan’s ID card. The police officer called all three mothers, but he had a big problem explaining what had happened. Anyway Charity’s and Joan’s mother arrived quickly. 

Tears appeared in their eyes first, but both women managed to calm down quickly; they had to take care of their regressed children. Charity’s mother lifted her baby girl out of the playpen and cuddled her. She almost opened her mouth to reproach her, but she realized it was too late anyway and she wasn’t sure if Charity understands her. Charity smiled at her and hugged her tightly. At that moment her mother forgot about all the reproaches and gave Charity a kiss on her forehead.

Joan’s mother headed towards the basement and the police officer helped her unlock the straps. She helped Joan stand up and cuddled her. Joan calmed down and her crying stopped. The police officer left and Joan’s mother looked for some clothing for Joan. Fortunately Joan’s clothes were in the cabinet. She also noticed the diaper and realized she had to change Joan before leaving.

Charity and Joan were lucky ones; their mothers took them home. Ellen’s mother was on a business trip and both boys didn’t have their families yet. Charlie wasn’t able to recall his true name and Joe was a baby.
 

[Sarah Penguin]

[didba59]

Part 12:

Ellen and Charlie were in a strange situation. Their minds were adult but their bodies matched the toddler size. They needed a caretaker, at least a temporary one until they would convince the authorities about their adult mind state. Charlie also needed to find his true identity.

“Ellen, Charlie, would you like to come with us?” Mrs. Brown offered them a solution. “We have a large apartment and you can use the room of our girls - oops, wouldn’t you mind sleeping in the same room?” 
“Nope, Mrs. Brown,” Ellen grinned. “We became friends and we even changed each other’s diapers already.”
“Really? Okay then. Let’s take some clothing and spare diapers. I doubt that somebody would miss it here.”

“Officer, can we take it?” Mrs. Brown turned to the police officer.
“Okay, madam; diapers and clothing hardly are evidence. In either case we take photos of it.” 

Charlie and Ellen led the Browns to the clothing cabinets first. Mrs. Brown was surprised by the amount and quality of the clothes and she packed a full bag of beautiful jeans, tights, T-shirts, skirts, dresses and pajamas as well as shoes. The police officer accompanied them and took photos of the clothes.
“We probably don’t need to buy anything for now,” she grinned. “Let’s move to the diapers. By the way, wouldn’t you like to use disposables?”
“No idea,” Ellen shrugged. She didn’t have any experience with disposables.
“We can take some cloth diapers from here and purchase a package or two of disposables and you can try them out.”
“Okay,” Ellen and Charlie nodded and they headed towards the bathroom. Mr. Brown packed several cloth diapers into a bag along with six pairs of rubber pants. Mrs. Brown looked at Ellen and Charlie:
“Hey, you two; should I change your diapers?”
“Yeah, I’m wet and so is Charlie,” Ellen nodded and she instinctively checked Charlie’s crotch.
“Ellen, I don’t need to be checked,” Charlie grinned but he didn’t show any sign of embarrassment. 

“Hey, stop arguing and hop onto the changing table” Mrs. Brown was amused. Ellen was the first one who hopped and spread her legs to be cleaned.
“Ellen, let’s throw away the disguise. My true name is Cindy Watson and my husband is Norman. You can call me by the first name if you want to.”
“Okay, Cindy … It’s a bit unusual but after all, my mental age is about 25.” 
“Ellen, why do you need diapers if your mind is intact?”
“No idea, Cindy; I think something got messed up with the machine. They connected me to the regresser for the second time. Since then I've been in adult mode but incontinent. Charlie is in the same condition and so is Charity.”
“Okay, diapered adult,” Cindy grinned and finished changing Ellen’s diaper.
As Cindy changed Charlie, she noticed his dreamy look and smile as if he enjoyed the changing process more than Ellen.

“Well, let’s go; it’s getting late,” Cindy grabbed the bag with clothing while Charlie grabbed the other bag with diapers and rubber pants. Despite his small size he was able to carry it.

They said goodbye to Charity’s and Joan’s mothers and exchanged contacts before entering Watson’s car.
“You should use car seats because of your size. We purchase them along with disposables on our way home. As for food, you don’t need anything special, do you?”
Ellen and Charlie shook their heads and they got in the back seats.

Fifteen minutes later they stopped at a large shopping mall to purchase disposable diapers, a changing table and car seats. It was strange to sit in the car seats but Ellen found it fun rather than embarrassing. As Cindy strapped her in the seat, the straps pressed against her diaper.

Charlie wasn’t enthusiastic about being strapped down in the seat but he suddenly got a pleasant feeling when the strap pressed against his genitals.

“Hey, Charlie, I’ve just peed in my diaper,” Ellen grinned and looked at Charlie. “What about you?”
Charlie didn’t listen to Ellen and he pressed against the straps involuntarily. The pleasant feeling turned into a hot stream of pee minutes later.
“What did you ask, Ellen? Oh, I know, I did it, too,”

Cindy had to control herself not to laugh while listening to the two adult toddlers. They didn’t show any sign of shame and talked about their wet diapers as if they were talking about weather. Were they influenced by the machine?

As they arrived at home, Cindy helped Ellen and Charlie out of the car seats and led them inside. She showed them the room of Esther and Heather. It was a typical teenager room with two beds, two work tables with computers and a cabinet.
“Esther and Heather were … are excellent business academy students.” a tear appeared in Cindy’s eye. Esther and Heather hardly could continue their study unless they got an individual plan according to their adult mind periods.

“Don’t cry, Cindy. They are alive and they are two lovely toddlers now.” Ellen tried to calm Cindy down.
“Yeah; eternal toddlers. According to the reports they never grow up. Who takes care of them when we get old?”
Ellen suddenly realized that Cindy was right. She and Charlie were basically adults and they would be able to take care of themselves but Esther and Heather were not.
“Don’t lose hope. Maybe the machine can be used again. I’d guess that the official authorities don’t destroy it; they would perform some research and adapt the settings.”
“I’m not sure.”
“Cindy; don’t worry about the future for now. To be honest, I can’t wait to see them again.”

“Okay then, let’s have dinner. Do you need your diapers changed?”
Both Ellen and Charlie shook their heads; their diapers were not soaked yet. CIndy led them to the kitchen and Norman joined them as well.
“Hey; I’ve just installed the changing table in the bathroom.”
“Is it necessary? We are able to change ourselves on the floor,” Charlie objected.
“Why on the floor? The changing table is more comfortable. Also, I don’t like you to change each other. Cindy or myself would do it better. It would be necessary for Esther and Heather, too.”
“Norman, we are adults in toddler bodies and we even can stay home alone. You can go to work. To be honest, I’d like to continue my old job or find a new one as soon as some legal issues are solved,” Ellen added.
“Don’t worry; the changing table can be lowered so you reach it easily.”

The dinner was delicious and Ellen and Charlie were able to eat on their own and they didn’t need bibs at all. Anyway, they got tired after the challenging day and Charlie yawned before he finished his portion.
“Hey, time to go to bed,” Cindy grinned at the adult toddlers. “Let’s check your diapers first.”

Ellen realized she peed herself during the dinner and her diaper was soaked.
“Cindy, I’d like to take a shower. I can do it on my own; give me a towel please.”
CIndy nodded and gave Ellen a towel. Ellen hurried up and ten minutes later she called Cindy. As Cindy entered the bathroom, she stared at the scene in utter surprise. The bathroom was cleaned perfectly and Ellen lay down on the changing table. She was naked and her legs spread.

“Ellen, my own daughters didn’t clean the bathroom after showering as thoroughly as you did. Now let me put a disposable on you.”
Ellen blushed a little; she was taken aback by the praise. When Cindy put the diaper on her, she jumped down and hurried up to put on pajamas.

Charlie also took a shower even if he didn’t clean the bathroom that perfectly. He was more tired and his eyes almost closed while he was waiting for diapering. However, he smiled when Cindy powdered him and put the clean diaper on his crotch.

The beds were soft and comfortable. Ellen was already lying in her bed when Charlie entered the bedroom to put on pajamas.
“Good night, Ellen,” he smiled at her and covered himself.
“Night, Charlie. This is the beginning of our new life.” Ellen answered, yawned and her eyes closed.

 

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Part 13:

Charlie opened his eyes and stretched his limbs. He needed some time to recall his memories and realize where he was. The room definitely was girly but it looked better than the nursery in the Happy Family. He sat up and looked around. Ellen was still asleep and smiling and he couldn’t turn his eyes away. She attracted him somehow despite her toddler look.

The next feeling was wetness between his legs or, better said, lack of it. He always got used to his wetting and he expected to feel wetness. Surprisingly, there was none. Charlie reached down and touched the diaper. It was heavy, dropping but not wet. Suddenly he realized the difference between cloth diapers and disposables.

He stood up slowly and walked over to Ellen:
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he pulled the blanket away and instinctively reached to her crotch. Of course, her diaper was heavy and soaked, too.
“Morning … hey, what are you doing?”
“The same you did yesterday. Get up!”
“Okay,” Ellen got up and headed towards the corridor.

“Morning, Ellen, Charlie,” Cindy’s voice sounded cheerful, “How did you sleep?”
“Thanks, Cindy; the room is beautiful,” Ellen answered first.
“A bit pink,” Charlie grinned. “Sorry, I know.” he blushed a little.
“No problem, Charlie. We have to re-arrange it anyway before our princesses return.”

Ellen instinctively turned to the bathroom and pulled Charlie behind her.
“Charlie, let’s change your wet diaper. I think I’m quite capable of doing it.”
“Did you babysit in the past?” Cindy’s question was almost unnecessary.”
“Of course I did, Cindy,” Ellen grinned and pointed at the changing table.

Charlie quickly removed his pajamas and hopped onto the changing table. Ellen untaped the wet diaper and started cleaning his crotch. Charlie closed his eyes and enjoyed the procedure and Cindy left.

“Charlie, your turn,” Ellen finished the change, removed her pajamas and hopped onto the changing table herself. “You did it yesterday though. Don’t lose courage.”
Untaping was quite easy and Charlie started cleaning Ellen’s crotch. Ellen also enjoyed it and closed her eyes. However she had to help Charlie at closing the tapes.
“Be careful and tape it shut; I’ll leak otherwise.”

As soon as they were diapered, they brushed their teeth and returned to the bedroom to dress. Meanwhile Cindy prepared breakfast.
“Let’s eat and start our day. Norman is at work and I took a day off today. Any plans?” She welcomed them and sat down at the table. There were plates and cups of tea ready for everyone.
“Hey, Charlie; don’t read at breakfast!” Cindy took the morning newspaper from Charlie’s hands, “It’s impolite.”
“Sorry, Cindy; I was too curious,” Charlie started eating. While he was eating, his bladder voided itself into the diaper but he didn’t feel it at all. Ellen peed herself, too and she didn’t feel it either. The disposables really were different.

Of course, the Happy Family made the front page; it was the biggest event of the day before. The Browns/Watsons became the heroes and they left in time not to be annoyed by journalists. However, journalists would come later for sure. For now, the article included some photos, an interview with the police spokesperson and lots of  speculation.

“Cindy, I’ll help you with the dishes,” Ellen stood up and grabbed her own plate and cup. 
“Okay, thanks dear but … wouldn’t you like to go poop after breakfast. I’m quite sure you will go soon.”
“I don’t know, Cindy. I’m not able to control anything. As soon as I feel the pressure, my muscles relax and I push involuntarily.”
“Let’s try it out anyway. How much time do we have?”
“Ten or fifteen minutes, I’d guess.”
They put the dishes into the machine quickly and Cindy led Ellen to the bathroom. However, they found a serious obstacle.
“Ellen, we don’t have any potty; maybe you sit on the toilet bowl and I’ll hold you.”
“Okay,” Ellen shrugged, “let’s remove the diaper now. I’ll pull down my tights.”

She grabbed the rim of her tights and leaned forward to pull them down. At the same moment she felt the pressure and the muscles relaxed.
“Too late, Cindy,” she bent her legs and pushed. The back of her diaper expanded and she kept the position until she finished.
“A change of plan,” Ellen hopped onto the changing table and sighed.

When Cinndy and Ellen left, Charlie took the newspaper and started reading. He laughed when he read through the first paragraph.
“Oh, the silly journalists! They would write any nonsense to get publicity. I’d guess they would arrive today to trouble all of us.”
While he was laughing, his bladder and bowels voided themselves into his diaper. As he finally stopped, he realized his condition and hurried up to the bathroom.

“Hey, young man, wait until I change your friend,” Cindy smiled at him while cleaning Ellen’s crotch. Charlie kept watching but he didn’t blush; he tried to learn what to do the next time.

“Now to the plans,” Charlie returned to the former topic when they were dry and clean, ”I think we should go to the police and check the missing persons files. What if I find a match and reveal my true identity?”
“A good idea,” Cindy nodded, “ they will make me sign a protocol anyway; we were in a hurry yesterday.”

While they were driving, Charlie started thinking of the time when he had been captured.
“Do we have any clues? I lost track of time there and so did Ellen.”
“Maybe you lost track of time but you still remember your caretakers and roommates," Cindy replied, " Let me start. Charity told us about Esther and Heather last Sunday and the twins were adopted before Wednesday. 
Now tell me who remembers Charity and the twins.”
“I do,” Ellen replied. “I helped Charity take care of the twins in the morning.”
“Not me,” Charlie shook his head. “ I know about the regressed Charity and I don’t remember the twins.”
“Well, this is quite simple. Ellen helped Charity on Saturday; Charity had told us about it. Charlie didn’t arrive yet; I’d guess that he arrived on Monday or Tuesday.”
“Well, let’s check the missing persons files from last weekend first.” Charlie proposed.

At the police station, Charlie explained his ideas to the officer and Ellen promised to help him. While Cindy was going through the paperwork, Charlie and Ellen browsed the missing persons files from last weekend. The officer showed him the files of the entire county.

“Charlie, it’s to be you!” Ellen pointed at a photo. Charlie wasn’t sure at the first sight but Ellen insisted on her assertion.

“Michael Chandler, 24, a senior IT student. Archer Street 74/C. He went missing on Friday at the Gilded Arena when he didn’t come home from a soccer match.” 

“Oh no! I remember the black car near the exit. It was dark and the car crossed my path!”

“Welcome back, Mike.” 

“Hey, this is little Joe! He is the young Max from the neighbors’ house,” Mike suddenly recognized another photo.

“Maximilian Sellers, 14, an elementary school student. Archer Street 72/A. He went missing on Monday on his way home from school.”

“Thanks, Ellen and Mike,” the police officer addressed the former Charlie. “It’s great that you have your own identity. However there are more children that have been kidnapped and regressed.”
“Sorry, officer; we haven’t seen them,” Ellen shrugged.
“I know but we have found documents in the safe. The criminals were in a hurry and took money and phones only.”
“What about our documents?” Mike turned to the officer, “can we have our ID cards?”
“I think yes but we have to solve some issues. Your size doesn’t match your mental age. It is beyond my competence.”

“Hey, Ellen, Charlie, time to go home now,” Cindy appeared in the room.
“Not Charlie anymore, Cindy. Let me introduce Mike Chandler,” Mike jumped up from the table and bowed.
“Okay, Mike. I have another piece of good news. Esther and Heather have been found and the adoptive parents have been notified.”
“Oh, that’s great, Cindy. I can’t wait to see them again.” Ellen was enthusiastic, “but … isn’t it too many children for you, Cindy?”
“Nope dear. After all; you are not children anymore.”

They said goodbye to the police officers and left the police station.
 

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Part 14:

While Cindy was driving home, Ellen and Mike kept talking:
“I’m glad you have your family back, Mike,” Ellen started the conversation. “Tell me more please.”
“Yeah , Ellen. I have a younger sister and I’m quite curious what she says when she sees me again.”
“You’re lucky, Mike. I’m an only child and I moved to my own apartment when I started my job. I’m an investigative journalist and I wrote a story about Happy Family several weeks ago. However, I can hardly continue this job. What about you?”
“Hey, Ellen; you can do investigations and you have the perfect disguise,” Cindy interrupted her. “Who would suspect a three years old diapered girl to be an investigative journalist?”
“You’re right, Cindy but I can’t go alone anywhere. Some adult has to go with me.”
“I will do it or do you prefer your mom?”
“My mom often is busy and people could reveal my identity easier. Are you willing to do it?”
“Why not? I have to stay at home anyway with Esther and Heather.”
“Okay then, let’s Mike finish now. You interrupted him.” Ellen turned to Mike.
“Yeah. I’m an IT student and I’m specialized in user interfaces and communication.”
“That’s great, Mike. You could even help the regressed children. Some of them can’t speak. Charity used the child cubes with letters to write her surname and address. She could communicate in that way if you developed an interface like this.”
“A good idea,” Mike smiled.

Meanwhile Cindy parked her car and helped Mike and Ellen from the car seats.
“Oh, my diaper!” Ellen felt her diaper drop down between her legs. She was wearing a skirt and tights and the tights weren’t able to hold the heavy garment.
“Mine is full as well,” Mike reached down; anyway his jeans were able to hold the diaper. He removed his shoes and hurried up to the bathroom. Ellen was on his heels.
“Mike, can you change me first? After all, I’m a lady.”
“Okay, diapered lady, hop onto the changing table,” Mike grinned. As Ellen lay down, he pulled down her tights and untaped the wet diaper. It was somehow pleasant and Ellen didn’t protest.
He changed her quickly and Ellen repaid him the favor. She also liked to undress and dress him even better than before when she babysat.

“I’d propose to call your families until I make lunch,” Cindy asked them when they left the bathroom. “Your parents should be impatient, Ellen. As for you, Mike, you should be careful not to shock your parents.”

“Okay, Cindy,” Ellen took Cindy’s phone and dialed her mother.

“Amanda Sanders speaking,” Ellen’s mom didn’t recognize the number.
“Mom, it’s me, Ellen.”
“Sweetheart, I’m glad to hear you. The police explained to me what happened. Where are you? Are you okay?”
“I’m okay mom as much as possible in my present condition. The parents of the regressed twins took me and my friend Mike home. Now we are here and the twins would probably arrive soon.
“Tell me the address please and I will come as soon as possible. I’m still on a business trip.”
“Don’t worry mom. You needn’t hurry up.” Ellen told her mom the address and hung up.

Mike hesitated before he dialed the number of his mom.
“Ann Chandler speaking,” she also didn’t recognize the number.
“Mom, it’s Mike.”
“Is this a prank? Hang up the phone and don’t trouble me! You can’t be Mike. How old are you? Give the phone back to your mom!”
Mike was taken aback. He didn’t expect that reaction but he realized his mom was right. His voice wasn’t the voice of a male adult.
“Okay, I do it,” he sighed and walked over to the kitchen and passed the phone to Cindy.
“Mrs. Chandler? I’m Cindy Watson and the boy really is Mike. Didn’t you read about the Happy Family?”
“I did but,” there was a long break on the other side. “Mike went missing on Friday and I was worrying the worst.”
“Calm down please. Mike is alive but he is … I’d say ... different.”
“How different?”
“His body has been regressed as if he was three.”
“Oh sorry, that’s the reason for his voice. Who are you?”
“I’m the mother of twins that had been kidnapped earlier. A former caretaker visited us and we helped reveal the criminal plot. Mike and a girl didn’t have anybody to go to and we took them home.”
“How so? Mike has a family though.”
“He forgot about his identity and he found himself in the missing person files shortly ago.”
“Okay, I’m on my way, tell me the address please and pass  the phone to Mike please.”
“Of course, Mrs. Chandler,” Cindy gave the address to Mrs. Chandler, and passed the phone back.
“Sorry Mike, I didn’t trust you. Mommy is on her way already,” Ann felt guilty and hung up the phone.

Half an hour later they finished lunch and the bell rang; Mike’s mom arrived really quickly and she was accompanied by a teenage girl.
“Let me introduce myself; my name is Ann Chandler and this is Susan, Mike’s sister.”
“Nice to meet you, come in. My name is Cindy Watson,” Cindy stepped aside.

“Mommy, Susie!” Mike ran out of the kitchen and hugged his mother. 
Ann was shocked first but she recovered from the shock quickly and lifted Mike in her arms.
“Hey, do I have my little Mike again?”
“Not exactly, mom. My mind is intact and I can continue my study but … my body doesn’t match this condition.”
“Wow, my bro has shrunk but you are cute,” Susie couldn’t resist the temptation and kissed his forehead. They often had arguments earlier but Mike’s size and kook changed her attitude; maternal instincts took over.”

“Let me introduce myself;my name is Ellen Sanders,” Ellen interrupted the scene. 
“Sorry,” Ann noticed her finally and put Mike onto the floor. “You are the girl that has been regressed along with Mike, isn’t you?”
“Yeah, madam,” Ellen replied politely.

“Well, let’s sit down and talk,” Cindy pointed at the living room door, “I’ll make coffee.”
Ten minutes later they were sitting at the table and talking. Susan kept watching Ellen and Mike. She babysat earlier and she liked small children.

“Mike, you should return home; you have your own room there though along with all your possessions,” Ann turned to her son. “We shouldn’t trouble the Watsons.”
“Yeah mom. This would be the best solution if not for my diapers. I sometimes need somebody else to change and clean me and you go to work. Otherwise I’m capable of taking care of myself.”
“Mrs. Watson also goes to work,” Ann objected.
“I’m not sure. The twins will arrive soon and they are not in adult mode; at least not permanently,” Ellen added, “They will need care. By the way, we two can take care of each other easily.”

Ann had to laugh and Susan joined her. “Hey, two toddlers will change their diapers; it sounds fun.”
“Exactly, Susie,” Mike replied quickly, “we have already done it several times.”
“If you want to take Mike home, I can go with him.”
“Wow, we have a couple here. Wouldn’t you like to date?” Susan laughed again.
“Why not? It will be an innocent toddler relationship or … ?” Ellen grinned at Susan.
“Right, Ellen,” Susan realized that Ellen had an adult mind indeed. “Wouldn’t you like to go home?”
“My mom and dad often go on business trips, I already live in my own condo and I’m the only child; I’d be alone there.”
“Yeah, this is a difficult decision then. Ellen should stay here and Mike?” Ann hesitated. “Mike, would you prefer living at home with Ellen or living here if Mrs. Watson doesn’t mind it.”
“I don’t mind it at all; I might need babysitters and Ellen would become one.”
“I can help as well,” Mike added, “I will learn it quickly.”
“I don’t envy you, Mrs. Watson; you will have a kindergarten at home.” Ann grinned.
“Yeah, and a staffed one,” Cindy pointed at Ellen.
“Okay, we can bring Mike’s computer here and we can contribute to his needs. Of course, he can visit us whenever he wants to and you all are invited as well,” Ann smiled at Cindy.
“Thanks, we have made new friends,” Cindy smiled back.

Ellen’s mother appeared several days later and they made the same deal.

The next day the twins arrived. Their adoptive parents didn’t wait to be asked by the police and passed the twins willingly; they also brought cribs, clothing and several packs of diapers. Cindy and Norman stayed calm and didn’t ask anything; after all they were glad to have Esther and Heather back.

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Epilogue:

The Happy Family manager, Hannah and James were never found, but the villa was confiscated by the county. The mysterious machine was transported to the city university and a research program was started, however under strict regulations by the local authorities.

A police investigation was initiated to find all adoptive parents who had bought their children from Happy Family. They were found and charged with kidnapping complicity. However the biological parents offered them an option; they would drop all charges if the adoptive parents establish a foundation to run a daycare for the regressed children; the villa was provided by the county and the foundation should cover the operating costs including wages for the babysitters. All of the adoptive parents were solvent enough to accept this offer and they could avoid criminal charges.

A month after the end of Happy Family the villa was re-opened and renamed to Happy Children. Mike and Ellen decide to live there and help care for other regressed children. They also were interested in the research program and sometimes imagined themselves reverted back into their adult shapes. Nevertheless, they liked the life in the villa anyway and got used to their diapers.
 

 

Thank for reading. I'm about to write sequels soon.

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