Twister

[tammie2]

 

30. 

            As excited as she was to be breastfeeding, and as much as she looked forward to the physical and emotional pleasure it gave her, Rose confined her nursing sessions with Jenny to the first and last bottles of the day, as those were the times when Angie and Millie were occupied downstairs. She wasn’t ashamed for what she was doing but wanted to keep this one act as something special to be shared only between she and her baby. She was pleased with how eagerly Jenny took to it and how much better she was getting at her suckling technique.

            Friday morning dawned bright and sunny; it was going to be a beautiful, warm day. Rose yawned and stretched, sitting on the edge of her bed while taking a few moments to wake up before heading to the kitchen to prepare a bottle. She was surprised to hear a knock at her bedroom door and for Millie to enter a few seconds later. 

            “Up at at ‘em, Ms. Mother-to-Be,” Millie chirped cheerfully. “We have a special surprise for you today. I’m taking you out to breakfast, then we’re going to the nail salon for a mani-pedi. You’ve carried that little critter inside you for over eight months now, so it’s time for you to get some pampering. Don’t worry about Jenny. Angie will be looking after her this morning.”

            Rose tried to look thrilled, which a large part of her was, but inside she mourned missing her morning nursing session. Oh well, she thought, she could find a way to make it happen at lunchtime. In the meantime, as she dressed she made sure to position absorbent pads inside the cups of her bra.

            Millie meanwhile made sure to steer Rose clear of any windows that opened to the back yard, where colorful banners and streamers hung from the trees above a couple of portable tables with chairs, packs of disposable plates and napkins ready to go. A large gated play yard had been set up in the shade of an old oak tree.

            As she was followed Millie downstairs, Rose set aside her disappointment at missing a breastfeeding session and began to feel giddy at what was ahead. She’d never had her nails done at a salon and no one had ever been thoughtful enough to treat her to something as kind as this. She and Millie tittered happily as they made their way to the car.

            Angie breathed a sigh of relief to see them go. There was still much to be done before the guests arrived at noon. First, though, she had to attend to Jenny. As she heated the bottle of formula, she thought ahead to the process of getting the child ready in the most efficient way possible. Bottle first, then breakfast and a bath. She’d just have to sit in her overnight diaper until after her bath. 

            Jamie’s heart fell when it was Angie who entered the nursery. Where was Rose? He’d heard car doors and chatter earlier and assumed that she had somewhere to go. Was the baby coming early? Was Rose okay?

             As if she knew what he was thinking, Angie filled in the answers as she approached the crib. “Good morning, baby. Mommy had somewhere to go today but she’ll be back in a little bit. You’re getting fed by Auntie Angie this morning.” She watched as Jamie crawled to the couch, admiring his puffy but saggy bottom, then joined him there.

             Her mind was preoccupied with her morning checklist as Jamie drank, so she was surprised to hear him suck air. “No, not yet Jenny,” she said as he automatically moved to assume burping position, “Auntie has a lot of chores to do this morning and I don’t want you to get dehydrated. I brought a second bottle of juice.” That was part of the reason, Angie thought to herself, but not the only one. She also wanted to make sure her diaper was past ready for changing by the time company arrived.

             Jamie felt bloated after guzzling a full quart of fluid. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to eat breakfast, but Angie didn’t give him a choice. She riffled through the bib drawer, saving the cuter and more girly ones for later and settling on a plain white one with yellow trim. She was running behind and was relentless in shoveling oatmeal with prunes into the baby’s mouth as quickly as possible. She was scraping the last of it out of the bowl when Jenny’s huge belch signaled that she’d had enough.

         Back upstairs for the bath. Angie ran the water and poured a sweet floral bubble bath into the tub. Jenny should at least start out smelling nice, she thought. Back in the nursery, she had Jamie lift his arms as she pulled off his nightgown in preparation for the bath. Seeing him bare-chested for the first time in a couple of months, she gasped. The hormones must be working much faster than anticipated, she thought. Jenny’s chest is easily in stage two. Her breasts weren’t large but they were protruding into clear mounds and the nipples had darkened slightly and enlarged. She’d fit in with any group of twelve-year-old girls, Angie thought. She’d have to think about this. Her main purpose for giving him the medication was to prevent erections. She knew growing breasts was a side effect but assumed it would take a year or more to get to this stage, by which time he’d be off the medication. This would require some thought, but not now. Too much to do.

             As she bathed Jenny, she noticed a definite flinching as she brushed soap across her breast area. Pushing her luck, she used the lathered-up washcloth to gently pinch her nipples and rub small circles around them. As she did so, Jenny closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Angie smiled. Welcome to the world of women, she thought.

           Once clean and back on the changing table, Angie had just laid extra padding inside Jenny’s diaper when a lazy stream of urine dribbled out of her penis. Interesting how she didn’t even seem to notice that she was peeing, Angie thought. Oh well, it can hold a lot more, and even if it doesn’t these plastic panties will. She was happy that Jenny wasn’t paying attention to her because she would throw fits if she saw how frilly her panties are. It’ll be enough of a battle to get her into the party dress Millie had purchased. Pink, yellow, and lilac with rows of ruffles everywhere, bows along the waistline and at the puffy sleeves, a Peter Pan collar, and a sewn-in petticoat. Before getting the dress out of the closet, she slipped ruffled silk socks over Jenny’s feet then squeezed them into shiny black Mary Jane shoes. That got the baby’s attention, although being strapped in a prone position she couldn’t see the style of shoes

            “Now, Jenny,” Angie said firmly. “I’m telling you right now that I don’t expect any trouble putting on the dress we’ve picked out for you. Millie’s out helping your mommy look extra special today and we thought it would be a nice surprise for her if you looked special too when she gets home. So cooperate with me here without complaint, and let me do your hair, and I’ll leave you alone to do your work the rest of the morning. Otherwise I’ll spank you and lock you in your crib without your laptop.”

            Jamie didn’t understand why looking nice had to come with a threat until he saw the dress. Had it not been for Angie’s heading off any protest, he would have balked. As it was, he bit his tongue until he was fully clothed and coiffed with miniature bows and barrettes, and he was left alone to do his work.

 

            Rose dashed into the house and headed directly to the bathroom, barely making it before she peed herself. I’m getting as bad as Jenny, she laughed to herself. Thinking of Jenny reminded her of how full her breasts felt. It was her imagination, she knew, as she wasn’t producing much, but there was also the growing psychological need to have Jenny at her breast. She felt inside her bra and confirmed that the pad needed replacing. Maybe she was leaking more than she thought. 

            As she headed toward the stairs, Millie intercepted her. “If you’re looking for Jenny, she’s out back. It’s too nice a day to have her cooped up inside.”

            Rose shrugged her shoulders and changed course. She headed for the back door with Millie trailing, suppressing a smile. Rose stepped outside and immediately froze, uncertain what to make of the mass of activity spread out before her. “Surprise!” a chorus of women chanted. Rose looked for a familiar face before finally singling out Angie among the crowd.

             “It’s your baby shower,” Millie whispered in her ear. “Don’t be shy, these are all former tenants and current mothers here who want to welcome you to the club.”

             Beaming, Rose descended the stairs. Angie stepped forward and took her by one elbow while Millie grabbed the other arm, leading her through a circle of folding chairs to a plush chair complete with footstool. “The place of honor,” one of the women told her. “The only seat fit for a woman of your stature, and don’t think you’re moving from it this entire party. Anything you need, one of us will get for you.”

             Millie noticed Rose swiveling her head back and forth with a concerned expression on her face. “I think what she wants right now,” she said, “is to be reunited with her current baby.”

             “Done!” a buxom blonde shouted, and within a few minutes she led Jenny into the circle. Rose squealed with delight to see Jenny in a sea of lace and ruffles with her hair highlighted by wonderfully girlish, infantile bows. She reached down and pulled her baby up to her lap, smothering her with kisses. As she reached below the hem of the dress to position Jenny better on her lap, though, her hand found the diaper with a loud squelch. She withdrew her hand quickly and gave it a sniff.

             “I’m sorry ladies, but I’m afraid I need to bring her in for a quick change,” she told the crowd. “I’ll be right back.”

             “Nonsense!” the blonde woman said. “You just relax. I’ll change her right here.”

             “Actually,” a woman not much older than Rose chirped in, “my little one could use a change himself. You up to a race?”

             The rest of the crowd cheered, thinking this was the best idea ever. Out of nowhere a blanket appeared and was spread out in the middle of the circle. A few minutes later, two changing stations were created with each baby’s supplies positioned at the edge of the blanket. Jamie and a boy of about twelve months old were then laid side by side. Some women drew their chairs closer while others stood to get a better view.

            “Here’s the rules,” someone shouted above the chatter. “First, Peter isn’t wearing plastic pants, so before we start Sally gets to remove Jenny’s.” Jamie was dismayed when a stranger appeared above him and between his legs, smiling down at him. As she removed his panties, he could see multiple strange faces hovering nearby, eyes all focused on his groin area. He’d never been so humiliated, and the worst was yet to come.

             “Second,” the voice continued, “no shortcuts. Style counts as much as speed. You ladies need to wipe every inch of their diaper area and do a good job to get rid of all the pee. The old diapers need to be rolled up into a neat package so that there’s no chance of anything escaping. Powder needs to be applied evenly. The tapes need to be uniformly positioned, and we’ll check the fit when you’re done. We vote on the winner and voting is completely discretionary with no right to appeal. Anyone have a whistle?”

             Whistles of three different pitches erupted from three different directions. Sally tucked Jamie’s poofy dress up and out of the way as best she could then pulled the tapes back and opened his diaper. Shouts and sounds came from every direction as the crowd fixated on Jamie’s most private area, many of them expressing pity for him and commenting on its lack of size or speculating about whether it even worked. 

            Meanwhile, the two women were a flurry of activity. Jamie was both horrified and mesmerized by Sally’s braless, bouncing breasts as she rushed to wipe him, though he thought she deliberately took an inordinate amount of time cleaning his penis and balls, giggling as she did so, and his lack of reaction brought more laughter and commentary. When she stuck a finger up his rear a roar of approval came from the crowd.

             Sally was still shaking powder when Peter’s mother yelled that she was done. “No sense rushing, then,” Sally remarked loudly as she took her time rubbing the powder in. Jamie could feel the heat of his blushing cheeks. It seemed like an hour before she taped him up and declared herself finished. 

            “Time for a vote,” an alcohol-fueled voice cried out. “Show of hands now, ladies.” Despite being the slower of the two, Sally won unanimously, which caused fake outrage and calls of “fix” and “recount” from her competition. Both women were awarded a fresh glass of wine and the crowd dispersed. 

            As it did, Rose appeared front and center in Jamie’s vision. She beckoned him with her finger and he lost no time in crawling to her and climbing up. She cuddled him closely and whispered “That must have been awful for you, baby. Thank you for being such a good sport.” She soft voice and firm hold on him almost made the diaper change ordeal worthwhile.

             “Excuse me,” a woman with a pretty face framed by a bob cut said to Rose as she squatted down to be on the same level. “My name’s Marie. This is a little awkward to say, but you’re leaking.”

            Rose looked down to see large wet patches over both breasts. By this time the other women had filled plates with food and joined the circle. Rose was mortified. “Don’t be embarrassed,” a woman across from her said. “It’s happened to all of us. And not always among an understanding crowd. You’re with friends, or at least future friends, here. Go ahead and feed your baby.”

            Rose was astonished, but not nearly as much as Millie and Angie were when she pulled up her top, pushed the cup of her bra aside, and positioned Jenny on her nipple. Jamie should have been the one embarrassed, but being in the place he loved most enabled him to shut out the world around him and concentrate on the task at hand. Warm milk entered his mouth and he sighed contentedly as he nursed.

            He spent about ten minutes on each breast, neither mother or baby in a hurry to finish. When he was, Sally moved over beside Rose’s chair. “I hope this isn’t too weird,” she said, “but my toddler is weaning herself and my boobs hurt so much from the weight. I didn’t bring my pump. Would you mind?”

             Rose recognized the pain the poor woman was in and felt compelled, as a future mother helping out a current mother, to accede. “No need to get up, that’s your seat today,” Sally said. “She can come down here.” Someone produced a throw pillow out of nowhere and helped prop up Jamie’s head. Sally wasted no time in moving her breast to his mouth and emitted a huge sigh of relief as he started suckling.

            Jamie immediately noticed the difference, both in volume and in taste. The milk wasn’t as sweet but he had to admit that it was still wonderfully addicting. And it flowed into his mouth faster and in large amounts. Being used to Rose’s slow trickle, there were times when he almost couldn’t keep up. He eventually settled into a rhythm and listened to the voices around him. Expecting everyone to be talking about him, he was surprised to hear conversations about other topics as the mothers told war stories of blowouts and puddles, offered advice on many different things, and in general just chatted as if an adult male dressed as a baby and nursing from a stranger’s breasts was the most normal thing in the world. 

            When he was done, Jamie was escorted to the oversized playpen, where Marie was watching over twin boys of around three years old and the baby that had his diaper changed next to him during the race. Books, toys, and baby supplies were scattered all around the area. Marie created a cozy resting place out of a blanket and lowered the sleeping baby onto it. The twins were fighting over Legos.

            “Looks like you have me all to yourself,” Marie said to Jamie as she placed his pacifier into his mouth. “Let’s see what we can find to do, shall we?” She pulled over a bag of soft blocks and a few picture books, spread out her legs, and sat him between them with his back up against her body. She spilled out the blocks onto the ground and put her hand over his, guiding it to place one block on top of another, then moving his arm to dash it to the ground, laughing and squeezing him as she did so. After several build-and-smash towers, she read Jamie several stories out of the books, making animal noises and exaggerating the cadence of her speech in the way adults do for children. They’d just started playing peekaboo when Marie halted mid-peek and sniffed the air.

            “Smells like the poo poo express made a trip into somebody’s station,” she said cheerfully. “Boys, come over here, let me check.” The twins looked insulted but obeyed her and stood stoically as she pulled the back of their matching pullups out and peered down at their rear ends. “Nope. You can go back to your game.” She then moved Jamie to the side and crawled over to the sleeping baby, felt inside his diaper, and then returned.

            “I guess that only leaves you, baby Jenny,” she said. She leaned over, pulled up the back of his dress, and took a whiff. “Whew! Little Miss Stinky Pants needs a change. All of that milk you had just ran through both ends. Don’t cry, sweetie. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

            Jamie appreciated the non-judgmental, efficient way Marie went about changing his soiled diaper. No sneaky looks, no comments about the mess or the smell, and no lingering over his penis with the wipes. She smiled the whole time and went about her business. Jamie realized that what he liked about the process was that Marie treated him just like she would any other infant that needed changing, not like an adult who should know better but was temporarily playing baby. He wondered why it felt more natural that way.

            Marie was just wrapping up the used diaper when one of the other guests approached. “Time for my shift, so you can go join the others. Oh, and they want you to bring Jenny with you. It’s time to open gifts and they want her there.”

            Rose was thrilled to have her baby back even though Jenny had to sit on the ground under Sally’s watch because Rose needed both hands to open gifts. Jamie noticed that each present was actually two identically wrapped items. He’d never been to a baby shower, so he assumed that this was some odd tradition.

            Rose picked up one pair of gifts and opened the smaller one first. “Ooohhh, these are SO adorable,” she squealed as she held up a hand-crocheted pair of yellow baby booties for all to see. With barely a pause she tore into the accompanying larger package and let out a little scream of delight. Another pair of booties, identical to the first but for the fact that they were much, much larger. “Thank you so much. The babies will look so cute in them,” she said.

            Babies? Jamie thought. Is she having twins? But then why would one pair be so much bigger? His brain blocked the obvious explanation because he never would have conceived of it, but with the next gift Sally’s comments made it clear.

            It was a diaper bag, pink with gray baby elephants on the sides. “I made it myself,” Sally told Rose. “Commercial bags never have enough room or enough pockets or a place to store dirty diapers. Mine have room for up to three bottles, there’s zippered plastic pouches for the nasties, you can fit a half a day’s worth of diapers and a change of clothes in there, as well as plenty of wipes, powders, and lotions, a changing pad, snacks, a few toys, and a book. It’s more of a portable nursery than a diaper bag but it’s still compact.”

            As Sally was touting the benefits of the bag she made, Rose opened up the second gift with the same wrapping. “OMG, OMG, you are just the best,” she tittered at Sally. The second bag was identical to the first, but much larger. Rose looked inside and pulled out a disposable diaper Jamie recognized as one of his own.

            “I had to make sure I’d measured correctly and that her diapers would fit in there,” Sally explained, casting a glance at Jamie as she spoke. Jamie suddenly understood and was mortified. This shower was as much for him as it was for Rose’s real baby.

            And so it went. Two baby blankets, two onesies with “Mommy’s little stinker” plastered across the butt, two diaper pails—the smaller one white and the larger one pink, two bonnets, and two pairs of fingerless gloves to prevent babies from scratching themselves or, in Jenny’s case, from putting them where they didn’t belong. 

            Just when he thought they were done, Angie and Millie announced that they each had gifts to give but they were too cumbersome to wrap. From behind a tree, Angie produced a car seat in each hand, of course one small and one grotesquely large. Jamie’s mouth dropped open. She couldn’t be serious! She returned to the same tree and from behind it she and Millie each reappeared pushing matching strollers. Jamie shouldn’t have been surprised to see that the one Millie controlled was big enough to fit him.

            “The bigger versions are technically for future special needs children,” Angie explained, “but I think you can see where they can be put to good use now.” The women cheered and gathered around to get a closer look at all the presents. Rose had tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that anyone would go to all of this trouble for her. Jamie also had tears in his eyes but for a completely different reason.

            After some more talk and some more wine, Rose announced to the group that it was time for Jenny’s nap and that she needed to lie down as well. The party carried on as she brought Jamie upstairs. Instead of heading for her own room after getting the baby settled in the crib, she laid down behind her and spooned her. They were still sleeping in that position when Millie found them two hours later.

 

 

[tammie2]

 

31. 

            “Do I have to?” Rose whined at breakfast the next morning. “Yesterday’s baby shower was the most fun I’ve had in maybe forever, but it really wore me down. I’m tired.”

             “Welcome to motherhood,” Angie replied unsympathetically. “The demands of a baby will exhaust you, yet you’ll still need to find the energy to prepare their food, clean house, change them, or, in this case, go shopping for necessities and then go on an outing that will expand your child’s horizons. Besides, your due date is drawing near so there may not be another opportunity, and you promised to do this in return for not taking Jenny along to your doctor’s appointment.”

             “I know, I know,” Rose sighed. “So please remind me, what is it I agreed to do exactly?”

             “You need to bring her to the mall to do some shopping. That doesn’t necessarily mean you need to buy anything,” Millie contributed. “And then take her to the park, push her on the swings, let her play in the sandbox, and do whatever toddlers do. And no matter where you are, the number one rule is if she needs changing or feeding, you can’t put it off. It’ll be good experience in dealing with the stress of finding a place to change a stinky diaper or give her a bottle.”

           “One correction,” Angie added. “You do need to buy something. Your daughter’s training bras are no longer adequate to contain the size of her boobies. She needs to go up a step or even two. You need to find bras that fit her, and despite the age at which she presents, they’ll need to be available for certain occasions. Now, I’ve made sure that your outing won’t all be stressful. I made picnic lunches for both of you and put a blanket and basket in your car. You can end your trip relaxing in the grass at the park. For you I made a chicken salad sandwich. For Jenny, I took an assortment of food from the shower—cured meats, three different cheeses, pickles, olives, fruits and veggies—and put them in the Vitamix. She looked so sad watching everyone help themselves to the charcuterie yesterday that I think she’ll appreciate it.”

            “To make things a little easier on you,” Millie said, “we also put the stroller in your car. You won’t need to worry about her wandering away and of course carrying her is out of the question. I’m afraid the size of both baby and stroller will still draw attention though.”

            The women were conversing as if Jamie wasn’t sitting right there in his highchair, or more accurately as if he really were an infant incapable of understanding what they were saying. To be sure, he wasn’t expected to contribute his own thoughts and he knew they wouldn’t want to hear what he wanted to say. If Rose was less than thrilled with the outing, Jamie was terrified.

            Jamie was placed in the playpen while the women helped Rose prepare for the trip. She made sure she had her wallet and car keys in her purse and threw in some tissues. Millie brought her an extra pair of panties from upstairs, which embarrassed Rose but she accepted them anyway. The baby inside her had a habit of sitting on or kicking her bladder so it would be prudent to carry a change. The majority of their time was spent packing Jenny’s diaper bag. Four diapers, one for each hour. A bottle of formula. Bibs, wipes, extra outfit, pacifier, rattle, and so on. The huge diaper bag Rose received from Sally at the shower filled up with little room to spare.

            Finally, it was time to go. Reaching Rose’s car, Jamie was distressed to see the giant car seat secured in the rear. It seemed to engulf him and unfortunately lifted him high enough that he’d be clearly visible to people in other cars. The strap at the crotch pushed his dress up and out of the way, exposing his diaper. Worst of all, the safety harness prevented him from controlling when he got released from this prison. 

            Rose was quiet as she drove, her mind preoccupied with the hours immediately ahead. She did adjust her rear-view mirror so that she could see Jenny and smiled each time she glanced in her direction. Jamie, in the meantime, unknowingly released a stream of urine into his diaper, the disappearance of the unicorns evidence for all to see what he had done. One glance at his crotch and no curious shopper would need to ask if he actually needed and used his diapers.

            As much as he hated the car seat, the stroller was ten times worse. Rose did roll the sunshade down so he could lean back and avoid eye contact with passersby, but that was small comfort. Children especially would be at his eye level. The crotch of his diaper continued to grow heavier and soggier, a public display of his incontinence. 

            Three minutes into their stroll down the mall, Jamie’s fears about kids were realized. Every child they passed stared at him, even the toddlers still in diapers themselves. With their short attention spans, he figured they’d forget about the big baby they saw as soon as something else caught their attention. But he knew that for every kid that saw him, one, two, or even three adults saw him as well. For once, the fact that he had no social life or friends wasn’t in his mind such a bad thing, as no one at the mall would recognize him. Still, with each passing minute he sucked harder on his pacifier. It never occurred to him that finding relief from being seen as a baby by using his binkie, an infantile thing to do, was the epitome of irony.

             Rose stalled for time by window shopping before seeing something she liked in a baby store. Wheeling Jamie in, he took relief in being lost among the close together racks jammed with children’s clothes. Inevitably, though, a saleswoman zeroed in on the pregnant woman browsing the sale rack.

             “May I help—oh!” the woman was startled when she set eyes on the occupant of the stroller. “I’m sorry. Are you looking for something for your baby-to-be? Otherwise I’m afraid we don’t have anything large enough for...for...for her.” She couldn’t take her eyes off of Jamie.

          “Of course not, I wouldn’t expect you to,” Rose responded sweetly. “My little sister was curious about what it was like to be a baby, so I decided to show her.”

            “Well, she’s taken the role quite seriously,” the woman said, still unsure what she was seeing. “She appears to be in need of a diaper change. Unfortunately our changing tables aren’t large enough to accommodate your sister.”

            Rose looked down at Jamie in astonishment. “I just changed your dirty diaper before we left home twenty minutes ago,” she said sternly and, to Jamie’s ears, loudly. She sighed and turned back to the sales lady. “A mother’s work is never done. I’m afraid I’m off in search of a place to change Jenny’s smelly britches. I’ll be back later.”

            As she began to push the stroller in the direction of the exit door, the woman called out behind her. “You might try the family bathroom next to the phone store,” she shouted. “I believe they have a couch you could change her on.”

            Once back among the throngs, Rose giggled. “You should have seen her face, baby girl,” she said as she crouched down in front of the stroller. “And every eye in the place was on us as we left. But that woman was right. You’re soaked.”

            Jamie wasn’t happy that Rose seemed to take to their adventure with such a positive attitude. If it had been up to him, they would have parked somewhere isolated for four hours, eaten in the car, then drove back home. Rose, on the other hand, moved even slower as she continued looking at the window displays. “Ah,” she finally said, “here we are.”

            She joined a short queue for the family bathroom. Five minutes later, just as she opened the door to enter, a woman dragging a toddler at her side rushed up. “I’m so sorry, but do you think we could go ahead of you? He’s seconds away from pooping himself. Or I tell you what. It looks like your baby won’t be in need of the toilet. Can we go in together so that my son can do his business while you change her?”

            Seeing the boy’s pitiful expression, Rose felt like she had no alternative. She allowed the woman to run inside first and she followed with Jamie in her wake. As the saleswoman said, there was a flat bench along one wall opposite the toilet. She ignored the words of encouragement then praise from behind her as she hoisted Jamie onto the bench and slid a large waterproof changing pad beneath him. Just as she lowered the front of his diaper, the boy’s mother appeared alongside her.

            “Thank you, it was a close call. I’m guessing that you know what it’s like if your little one doesn’t want to get toilet trained and is just as happy dropping loads in their pants. Goodness, I didn’t even know they made diapers that large. But she still managed to fill it to capacity, didn’t she?” 

            Rose expected the woman to leave the restroom but she seemed perfectly content to stand over her and Jenny and watch the change to its conclusion. She was unfazed as Rose wiped Jenny’s genitals that gave her true gender away and made no comment about the size of the baby, both women making small talk about the chores of motherhood and the inconvenience of being tied to feeding and toileting emergencies. It never occurred to Rose that the woman was witnessing anything but a mother changing her baby girl, for that’s how she saw it in her own mind.

            “All right, Jenny,” Rose said. “All clean. Try to keep it that way for at least ten minutes, okay? Now let’s go find a bra for you.”

            Rose headed toward a chain store aimed at preteens and tweens, but it was having a sale and she didn’t want to fight the crowds of parents with their daughters. Instead, she moved down to the large department store at the end of the mall, walked past the ladies attempting to assault her with perfumes, past women’s shoes, and to the juniors department. She was immediately joined by a woman in her early thirties whose name tag identified her as June.

            “What a lovely little lady you have there,” June gushed. “And what can I do to make your shopping experience wonderful today?”

            “As you can see, my sister is a bit underdeveloped in some ways,” Rose said, “but not in her chest area, which is beginning to blossom. Can you please tell me where I could find the bras?”

            “But of course! Let me bring you there. We have a fine collection. And what’s your name, little girl?” Jamie cringed back and tried to hide as the woman’s face appeared a foot away from his own. Instead of answering, his body let out a little fart. Little, but potent. The woman instantly stood up. Rose had to cover her mouth to avoid laughing.

            Without making any further conversation, the trio traveled to the girls’ lingerie section, where one table and one rack rested near a sign identifying this area as the place for “her first bra.” Rose pawed through the selection before settling on a plastic package with three different color cotton bras that slipped over the head. No hooks. June frowned. “I do think we should take a look at her, dear,” she said. “Let me get my tape.”

            Soon Rose and Jamie found themselves in a large changing room with mirrors on two sides. “I think we can do this without taking her out of her stroller,” June told Rose. “If you wouldn’t mind standing behind her like this and pulling her dress up, I’ll be done in a jiffy.” Rose just wanted to make her purchase and move on to the park, but knew that the fastest way to do that was to just comply.

            Jamie found his dress up and covering his face, so he jumped reflexively when he felt hands move around his back and pull something snug around his front side. The hands lingered there, then shifted a couple more times before finally going away. His dress then fell off his face and allowed him to see again.

            “Those might fit her now,” June told Rose, “but barely. If I were you I’d go up a size and away from trainers. Her bust is ready to burst out. I think you’d be back here within the month.”     

            They left the dressing room and back to the sales floor, where Rose pulled several bras off of hangers then paid as quickly as she could. As they were leaving the store and heading back to the entrance they came in at, though, Rose stopped. “Dammit,” she mumbled to herself.

            Jamie felt himself being pushed fast down the wide aisle. Rose was dodging people and constantly yelling out “excuse me.” She made a sharp turn, pushed him through a door, and they were inside another bathroom, but this one was full of women at the mirror, the sinks, and standing waiting. The bathroom odor mixed with contrasting perfumes was potent.

            Rose pushed the stroller into the handicapped stall, slamming the door behind her, then immediately plopped herself down on the toilet seat. A microsecond later she sighed in relief as she peed what seemed like gallons. Only when she started to wipe did she realize that she’d left Jenny in the perfect position to watch her as she urinated. 

            It didn’t occur to Rose to be embarrassed. A baby Jenny’s age wouldn’t even know what she was witnessing. “That’s how grown-ups go to the bathroom” she told Jenny. “Maybe what you just saw will motivate you to start potty training.” She paused in thought. “But even if and when you’re ready for it, I don’t think I will be. I want you to be my diapered baby Jenny forever and ever.”

            Rose flushed then kissed Jamie on both cheeks and his forehead. As they left the stall, the bathroom, and the mall, he couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d just said.

            The drive to the park was short and Rose found a place for her car under the shade of a tree.  Having had experience now, it was easier to strap her baby into the stroller this time. She slung the oversized diaper bag over the back, grabbed the lunch basket, and pushed Jenny into the side meant for the youngest children. 

            It was crowded. There were a few fathers but it was mostly mothers with toddlers, a few cradling a young infant as well. Rose lifted Jenny out of the stroller then helped her waddle over to the slide. She was adorable with her big padded butt moving slowly down to the bottom but seemed disinterested after the second time. The swings were too small so she guided Jenny to the sandbox, where four or five mothers were already sitting on the ledge overseeing a gaggle of kids.

            Rose had come prepared, handing Jenny a small plastic pail and shovel. A bit old for her baby, maybe, but she’d see. She also needed to make sure she didn’t start eating the sand. A boy of about eighteen months came over and sat across from Jenny, taking over control of the sand toys and making primitive castles that he’d then destroy. Rose was poised to defend Jenny’s property rights, but her baby seemed content to just watch.

            Rose was unaware of the furtive glances and outright stares the other mothers cast in her direction, thinking that she blended right in with them. Their deliberate choice to avoid interaction with this young woman and her preteen diapered daughter Rose interpreted as acceptance, just another mother and baby at the park on a beautiful day. Even when she pulled Jenny out to change a particularly dirty diaper at the side of the sandbox, she assumed that no other mother offered to help because of the nasty stench. She would have done the same.

            Since she’d gone to the trouble to disrupt Jenny’s playtime for the much-needed change, she decided it was time for lunch. After saying goodbye to the other women, she pushed Jenny over to the grassy area where she spread a blanket out in the shade, positioning the baby right in its center. “Lucky you,” she told Jenny as she tied on her bib, “you get to share the food from yesterday as if you were a big girl.” Opening up the plastic container, a powerful aroma of pickle and meat escaped. Rose dipped Jenny’s baby spoon into it to get a small taste before she fed it to her. “Yuk!” she exclaimed, talking to herself and making a sour face. “It was better in its original form.” She filled the spoon this time, facing Jenny as she moved it toward her mouth. “You need to eat this all up baby girl, so that you can grow up to be a big girl and fill out those bras we bought for you today.” Jenny’s reaction was expected but still comical as she scrunched up her nose while Rose tried to get as much food as she could into her baby’s mouth. By the end, it was a tossup as to which won, her stomach or the bib.

            Rose pulled out the bottle of formula but frowned. It was cold which in her mind made it unfit for Jenny to consume. She’d have to remember to get a Thermos the next time she and Jenny went shopping. Without a second thought, she laid her baby across her lap and opened up her blouse. In her mind, she was doing what millions of other mothers do, simply feeding her baby in a natural way. She sighed in contentment as Jenny suckled, eating her sandwich with her free hand. Jenny fell asleep as she nursed on the second breast. Rose gently lowered her to the blanket, buttoned up, then laid down herself to join her baby in her nap. 

            Rose woke up when Jenny stirred. Her diaper was already wet but could wait until they got home. She gathered everything up, strapped Jenny into the stroller, and headed back to the car. It had been a good day. She was proud of herself and confident in her abilities as a mother. Soon she’d have two babies to look after, and she would love them both equally.

 

 

[tammie2]

 

32.

            The next few weeks passed without incident. Rose continued to shower Jenny with her unbridled affections as she felt their mother-daughter bond intensify, even as she also instinctively knew that her time to add another member to the family was growing near. Jamie noticed a difference in her attitude toward him, as if a switch had been flipped so that in her eyes he was less of a practice doll and more of an actual infant. He should have found this morphing of their relationship worrisome but didn’t. On the contrary, he actually liked the additional and more intimate attention, even if it was maternal instead of romantic.

            For some unknown reason, the more babified he became in Rose’s eyes, the more productive he was in his work. He didn’t even try to reason this out, fearing that looking for its cause would at the same time dull its effectiveness. A month ago he’d been behind where he needed to be in the development of the game. Now he was not only ahead, but his creativity was blossoming and the game was moving in new directions that were both innovative and exciting. At this rate, he’d be ready to submit a sample to the gaming company ahead of schedule.

            One morning as Rose and Jamie cuddled in his crib after an extended nursing session, both mother and baby felt a puddle growing beneath them. Jamie had long ago lost the ability to know when he had to pee so he assumed that he’d just flooded his diaper so much that it leaked. Rose knew better and immediately called out for Angie and Millie.

            Angie was the first to arrive. “My water broke,” Rose told her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Millie was walking through the door just as Rose made her announcement and immediately turned around, saying that she’d go get the bag that Rose had had packed for over a week. Angie made a call to the hospital.

            Angie helped Millie out of the crib, raising the bars back up and trapping Jamie inside as she did so. Without explanation, she led Rose out of the door. Jamie heard three sets of footsteps descend the stairs followed by the slamming of car doors. Five minutes later, Millie reentered the room. 

            “It’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for, baby girl,” she told Jamie. “Now I know we didn’t discuss this, but for the next several days, until Rose is back home resting with baby number two in her arms, Angie and I will be taking shifts caring for her and attending to her every need. That’s a full-time job for both of us, and it means that we won’t have time to be feeding and changing you. And god knows you’re not capable of doing that yourself—you probably don’t realize how much you’ve regressed. 

            “Anyway, you know Angie. She has a plan for everything. Almost a month ago she made arrangements with a home daycare for you to stay there 24/7 until it’s possible to bring you back here. We packed a bag for you at the same time we prepared one for your mommy. But don’t bother with your laptop. As far as the woman who runs the daycare knows, you’re Rose’s husband who has been insanely jealous of the attention everyone’s been giving her unborn baby and have been complaining about the prospect of being ignored after the birth as well. You watched with envy as Rose opened all the gifts of baby clothes and accessories at her shower. So it’s been set up where you’ll get the same kind of attention at the daycare. As a baby.”

             Jamie couldn’t believe his ears and didn’t want to believe what he was hearing. His mind reeled trying to think of ways out of it. Was he really so helpless that he couldn’t manage on his own for a few days? He didn’t think so. What if he resisted leaving the crib?

             It was as if Millie could read his thoughts. She approached the crib and spoke softly through the bars. “Jenny....um, Jamie...we know this is a lot to ask. But really, if we left you here all alone Rose would worry herself to death. In her eyes you’re as helpless as a real infant, and she’s not far off in thinking so. She’s got other things that need her attention right now and doesn’t need your welfare as a distraction. She endorsed bringing you to daycare believing that the story we created would assure you get the best experience possible. It was a huge step for her to pass your care off to a stranger. Do this for Mommy.”

             As upset as he was, Millie’s words melted Jamie’s heart. Of course he’d do it, but only because it’s what was best for Rose and because it’s what she wants. He nodded, allowed Millie to put a pacifier in his mouth and to put him in a clean dress, and they headed for the door. Neither thought to change his diaper.

 

            It didn’t take long before they were pulling into the driveway of a large house set back from the street. Jamie couldn’t see much of the back yard but what he could see had some of the typical plastic playground equipment for young children. The front yard was neatly trimmed and had a curving sidewalk lined with flowers connecting the driveway and front door. “Dammit,” he heard Millie mutter, “forgot the stroller.”

             Millie allowed Jamie to toddle up to the door with the caveat that as soon as they were let inside he was to fall to the floor and resume crawling. “We’re going to get a full report from the head of the daycare when we come back to get you in two or three days. I expect to hear that you were compliant and accepted your role as a baby. No grownup words, no adult behavior of any kind, got that?”

             The door was answered by a tall, imposing woman wearing a house dress covered by an apron that bore the stains of myriad babies both past and present. She greeted Millie with a smile, gave a lingering, appraising look at Jamie as she stood over him, and had the pair follow her into the living room where a playpen with two babies inside sat in one corner. The scent of infants, both good and not so good, hung in the air like a fog. The woman had Millie guide Jamie to the playpen.

             “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Millie,” she said loudly. “My name is Katrina and this is my home. I’ve heard of the work that Angie does and admire her, which is why I agreed to this, um, special accommodation. Before you go, I’ll need to conduct an intake like we do for every child under our care.”

             “Of course,” Millie answered nervously. There was something about this woman that was naturally intimidating. “I brought several days’ worth of diapers, changes of clothing, her bottle and a few pacifiers. Angie told me that you’d take care of the food and formula. Oh, and I apologize but I forgot the stroller. I can bring it by later if you like.”

             “I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Katrina replied. “From what information I already have, I believe Jenny will be in the Baby Bear group, which is older than newborns but not yet toddling and of course not ready for the potty. They spend much of their time in their cribs and playpens and rarely get taken on outings. So can we get started? First off, given the dress, the pronoun you used, and her name, can I assume that he is to be treated as a she?”

             The interview was short and typical of any child care facility, ranging from asking about allergies to preferences in food, to how many bottles per day she normally consumed. Listening from across the room, Jamie felt ashamed as they discussed his toilet habits and the likelihood of sexual arousal during a change, which Millie assured the woman was virtually impossible given the size of his equipment.

             All too soon Millie got up to leave with a quick air kiss to Jamie. As soon as the door shut behind her, Katrina stepped into the playpen and brought herself down to his level. Even kneeling down, she still towered above him.

             “So you’re jealous of a baby, are you?” she sneered. “You think that it’s all cuddles and hugs and playtime and having a woman cater to your every need on your own terms? By the time you leave her, little girl, you’ll disavow any desire to ever be anything but an adult. You’ll be lucky if your wife ever allows you to use the potty again or sees you as a male, if she ever did.” As she spoke Katrina squeezed the crotch of his diaper, which resulted in a distinct squelch. She shook her head in disgust.

             “Anna, would you come here please?” she shouted. Seconds later a woman in her early twenties, almost certainly younger than Jamie, entered the room. As soon as she looked in Jamie’s direction she started giggling. “As you can see,” Katrina continued, “the special baby we discussed has arrived complete with a shamefully wet diaper. Would you please bathe her and fix her up the way we talked about? And start a chart for her. Make sure it says to give her a full bottle every two hours. We want to make sure she experiences what it’s like to be constantly peeing so that she’s always soggy and smelly with no control over when she gets changed.”

             Anna gleefully led Jamie down the hall to a bathroom with a large tub and a plethora of bottles containing body washes, shampoos, and lotions in every color of the rainbow and a range of scents. She poured a combination of them into the tub as it began filling. Pulling his dress over his head, she let out a little shriek and a chuckle when she saw his chest. Making no effort to hide her mirth, she laid him down and untaped his diaper, laughing out loud when his genitals were exposed.

             “Well, it’s no secret why your wife put a dress on you, baby Jenny,” she mocked, “being so tiny below the waist and so well developed above. My fifteen-year-old sister would love to have your boobs. Are you sure the baby is yours? I’m having trouble picturing how that could have happened.”

           She turned off the taps and lowered Jamie into the tub, which only contained about four inches of water. She then found what she called her “special washcloth,” a tattered pink piece of terry with baby bunnies on it, pouring a generous dollop of soap onto it and starting to wash Jamie on the face. He soon deduced that this was “special” because it was old, past its useful life for actual babies, and extremely rough on the skin. Anna made no attempt to be gentle and what was always a pleasure when Rose bathed him became a painful test of endurance with her.

            The soap itself was strongly scented of strawberries and other fruits, a smell that seeped into Jamie’s skin and didn’t wash away when he was rinsed. Jasmine shampoo followed and it, too, was far more odorous than any store-bought brand. By the time he left the tub, Jamie smelled like a fruit salad resting in a garden. But Anna wasn’t done. After drying him, she spread a thick layer of lotion on him that added citrus to the mix, then added several shakes of traditional baby powder to his diaper area.

             “Now you smell more like a baby, and a very prissy one at that,” Anna said condescendingly. “Although I expect you’ll add your own very infantile and familiar fragrance to your diaper sooner rather than later.” Before pulling up and taping his diaper, Anna sat on his thighs facing him, using one hand to pinch his right nipple and the other to play with his penis. She found his lack of reaction funny. “What I’m doing with my right hand would drive boys crazy and my left would have girls creaming their panties,” she said. “But nothing from you, an asexual baby for sure.”

             She finished diapering him and pulled his dress back on, then sat on the toilet seat as she added mini-braids to his hair, using tiny butterfly clips to secure them. She moved to his front and surveyed what she’d done. “One final touch,” she said, unclipping his pacifier. Moving back to the toilet, Jamie heard her urinating followed by a flush. “I’ve got my own special binkie for you,” she said as she clipped the holder onto his collar. “This one is equipped with a special little reservoir for extra flavor.” Jaimie immediately discovered what she’d been doing behind him, as drops of her urine entered his mouth. “Next time,” she added, “it’s going into a different orifice first. In the meantime I’ll keep refilling this one as necessary.” 

                        Jamie crawled behind her further down the hall and was led into the playroom for the younger set. His senses were immediately met with the chaos of crying babies and a wall of stink. Scanning the room, he counted six children under the age of two and another caregiver giving a bottle to a squirmy girl with a droopy bottom. Two babies were screaming their unhappiness about being locked in a crib and the other three were either playing with some of the toys scattered about the carpet or sitting still sucking their thumb. 

             Anna led Jamie over to the other woman. “Stella, this is Jenny, the one we’ve been waiting for. She’s next up for a feed. If you don’t mind keeping an eye on her, I’ll be right back with her bottle.”

             Stella was about Jamie’s age, pretty, with dark brown eyes that matched her hair. Jamie couldn’t help but notice her large breasts, which only made him homesick for Rose. He’d been here less than an hour and already couldn’t wait to leave. He longed to be back in his mommy’s arms.

             All too soon Stella put her sleepy baby into the communal crib and slid down onto the floor, arranging a pillow on her lap and lowering Jamie’s head onto it. He’d just gotten settled when a bottle appeared in her hand and the nipple found its way into his mouth. 

             Whatever was in that bottle was revolting and Jamie began to choke. Stella showed no more compassion than did Katrina or Anna. “Drink it all down, baby girl. It’s meant to taste awful. Our mission here is make sure you learn that the life of a baby isn’t at all what you seem to think it is. And just think, once you finish this one it’s less than two hours until the next one, and then two hours after that, and so on...We’ll even make sure you’re woken up for a couple of bottles overnight. And if you think it’s disgusting now, wait until you see how it smells when it comes out the other end.”

            Jamie changed tactics and decided to speed up his sucking to get the feed over as soon as possible. Whatever was in that bottle made him gassy and he let out a series of smelly burps in response to Stella’s patting his back. His stomach was queasy and unsettled. He was then led to his own crib, which he appreciated, until he noticed the pile of used diapers lining the inside bars. The staff and been using it as an open-air diaper pail all morning.

             He was left in the crib with nothing to do for a long time, the only distractions coming when one of the caregivers would come to add a diaper to the stash, increasing his misery. Finally it was time for another bottle. Thankfully, neither of the women wanted to feed him in that crib, so he was able to get a respite from the stench. He opened his mouth to draw in some relatively fresh air, only to have the nipple thrust inside. The second bottle, if anything, tasted worse than the first.

             The overload of fluids was already having an effect, as Jamie’s diaper neared capacity. He began to feel itchy and the heaviness made it difficult to navigate the room. He was relieved when he wasn’t put back in the crib and assumed he’d done his time in jail and was about to get a fresh diaper. Instead, he was strapped into a highchair and a bib tied around his neck.

             “Time to open up those bowels,” Anna said as she approached with a three-compartment baby plate piled high with three different repulsive-smelling mashed up foods. “Each one is both full of vitamins for a growing girl but also will stimulate you down there. Broccoli, cauliflower, lots of fruit, some greasy meats, and so on. It won’t take long to simulate the total lack of control of every other baby. Remember, this is what you wanted.”

            She was ruthless in shoveling the foul concoctions into Jamie’s mouth, using force at times to hold it shut until he swallowed. It took forever to finish, but he knew it wasn’t anywhere close to two hours. Nevertheless, before he was allowed out of the highchair, he had to finish his third bottle of formula. After that, Anna refilled his pacifier. He almost wished he’d had the bottle second to wash away the taste of Anna’s pee.

             By this time, his diaper was practically falling off. He almost cried for joy when he was taken to an oversized changing table. His mood changed instantly when Anna simply taped another diaper over the current one and added some tight-fitting plastic pants over that. Jamie was then left to himself to entertain himself with toys meant for babies less than a year old. He sat in place and tried to imagine himself somewhere else and pretend that he wasn’t even wearing diapers. This became impossible to do when he farted and felt a wet mush push up against his rear. The extra diaper and plastic panties did little to contain the smell. 

             Eventually another bottle and more time in the diaper pail crib followed. He tried to nap his troubles away but was just falling asleep when Stella lowered the side of the crib and threw all of the used diapers in the crib into a plastic trash bag before raising the bars again. Jamie soon discovered why. Over the next hour, mothers filed into the playroom to claim their children. Each one saw Jamie and moved to get a closer look, looking disgusted as their noses detected the condition of his diaper. 

             He was finally changed once the last child was gone. Anna and Stella both participated, taking the opportunity to tease him about being such a big baby with such little baby private parts. They talked about how he should remain a girl, how much they’d like to be a part of his potty training, and delighted in discussing inviting their friends over to see the spectacle. By the end, he was in tears.

             The process was repeated ad nauseum. Bottles, meals of unpalatable foods that led to long stretches of soiling himself, diapers constantly saturated beyond capacity, wetting himself within minutes of his few changes, and worst of all, being left in dirty diapers for hours upon hours. Every chance they got, one of the women would remind him of how he supposedly asked for this, to live a life of ease as a baby.

            It was evening two days later that Millie returned. Her visit was unexpected by the staff of the daycare center, so when she tracked Jamie down he was curled up in the stinky crib in a wet, dirty diaper that should have been changed hours before and dried baby food plastered over his face. She was horrified and rushed him out of the home to her car, not bothering to pay for his time spent there. Throwing a blanket over her front seat, she pushed Jamie in, ran to the driver’s side, then drove away quickly before pulling into a deserted parking lot.

             “I’m so sorry, baby, believe me this wasn’t part of our plan for you,” Millie sobbed as she brought Jamie to the rear of the car to change his diaper. “Please, you can tell Angie and I all about that horrible place, but never ever say a word to Rose. It would crush her to learn what they did to you.”

            Jamie remained silent, touched by Millie’s concern and relieved that the awful treatment he’d received wasn’t at her direction. He was so distracted by the diaper change and so pleased just to be away from the daycare that it took him a minute to realize the significance of Millie’s presence.

            “Wait a minute. If you’re here,” he said, his first time speaking as an adult in ages, “does that mean Mommy...I mean Rose...had her baby? Is she okay?”

            “Both mother and baby are doing fine,” Millie said with a smile. “She had a girl. Seven pounds, five ounces. Rose named her Jamie.”

 

 

[Babytom948]

Well,that was insane

[keith60]

that was a good story . I hope there is more soon

[tammie2]

33. 

            Even after she disposed of the world’s dirtiest diaper, and despite all of the car windows being lowered, the reek remained as they pair drove home. The ride seemed longer than it actually was to both of them, Millie because of the smell and Jamie because he couldn’t wait to be reunited with his mommy. The fact that there was another infant in the house now that would demand most of her attention hadn’t quite set in yet. All he could think about was being back in her arms.

            Rose’s eyes lit up when she saw Jenny crawling hurriedly toward her as she sat comfortably in the living room with Baby Jamie nestled in her arms. “Take a peek, Jenny,” she whispered, “at the new addition to our family. This is Jamie. I named her after a boy I used to know but he’s been gone for awhile now. Jenny took his place, and it’ll always be Jenny from here on.”

            Rose’s comment didn’t seem to register with Jamie, but Angie and Millie exchanged glances. There was a conversation that needed to take place but they’d wait until Jamie was otherwise occupied. Jamie stared at the baby, unsure what to make of her. She started to fuss and emit little cries. Rose already knew what that meant. She brought Baby Jamie to her breast and started to nurse. She saw Big Jamie’s devastated expression.

            “I’m sorry, Jenny, but Jamie needs my milk now. Maybe once she gives up nursing it can be your turn again. Don’t worry, Mommy still loves you and this little girl will never change that.” Jamie didn’t leave Rose’s side as the baby continued to nurse. Before Rose could switch her to the other breast, she fell asleep. 

            “Oh dear,” Rose uttered. “Angie, would you mind bringing Jamie upstairs to finish her nap? I think my other daughter can help me out with some unfinished business.” As Angie gathered up the tiny infant, Rose helped Jenny get into position with her left breast at his mouth. Jamie needed no encouragement and eagerly settled in. Rose sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes as he suckled.

            Eventually Jamie’s eyes, too, began to get heavy. He’d gotten very little sleep at daycare. “Let me get Jenny into her crib,” Millie volunteered. “Then we need to talk.”

            A few minutes later Angie, Millie, and Rose were alone together. Angie and Millie looked uncomfortably at each other wondering how to broach the subject. Angie finally took the lead.

            “Um, Rose,” she said, “we need to talk about Jenny’s situation here now. She agreed to act as a baby at our request—insistence, really—but on the condition that it would be temporary, to give you practice as a mom to an infant until the real thing came along. I think we all agree that she played the role magnificently and the skills you learned in caring for her have carried over brilliantly to little Jamie. But we have a concern.” Angie paused, giving Millie a chance to carry the conversation forward.

            “We both think that it’s only fair to allow Jenny to grow up now that the baby’s here. Granted, she had issues making it to the potty before she became your baby, so the transition back to adulthood might take longer in some areas than others, but in our opinion you need to start weaning her off of her dependency on you. Literally in the case of breastfeeding. It’s time to give her the chance to reassume her position as a man.

            Rose was shocked. In her eyes, Jenny was a baby girl. Her baby girl and no one else. She was unable to remember what she was like, how she acted, what her voice sounded like, before she became Jenny’s mother. She’d bonded to her baby, now they wanted to take that away from her? She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

            Angie sensed her hesitancy. “You need to devote ninety-nine percent of your energy to your newborn, Rose. Leave it to Millie and myself to help Jenny step back into the world of grownups.”

            By now Rose had tears running down both cheeks. She realized how fatigued she was, physically and emotionally. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind a voice was telling her that if she tried to care for both babies, neither one would get the attention they needed. She had to choose, and there really was no choice. Still, she wouldn’t give up without at least a small fight.

            “Okay, right, I understand. I’ll go along on a couple of conditions,” she told the women. “You can try to toilet train her, and let her walk instead of crawl, and maybe use adult words if she remembers any, but at least for now she still uses the highchair and eats the pureed foods she’s been eating and I get to feed her.”

            Angie had been expecting more pushback, so at least for the time being this seemed like a good compromise. “Fair enough, but she gets to use a cup or a glass and drink adult drinks. No more bottles or formula. And if she says she wants to sit in a chair and eat what the rest of us eat, that shows she’s ready for it.”

            “Fine,” Rose said. “But one more thing. It’s too confusing to have two Jamies in the house and I despise ‘Big Jamie’ and ‘Little Jamie.’ She continues to be Jenny, and you keep giving her those supplements.”

            Millie looked on at the exchange and the thought occurred to her that Jamie...Big Jamie...ought to be a part of this conversation. Leaving him out was essentially admitting that he was still a young child who needed others to make decisions for him. She decided to keep that thought to herself for the moment.

             Once the final compromise seemed to have been brokered, Millie volunteered to break the news to Jenny. She assumed he’d be thrilled to get some of his adult behaviors back but less than excited about retaining certain infantile traits such as the diapers and baby food. She was only half right.

            

            Jamie felt blindsided by what Millie had just told him and needed a few moments to reflect on what it would mean to him, and more importantly how it would affect his relationship with his mommy. If Millie expected him to do cartwheels at being told he could transition out of diapers she was surprised at his equivocation. After several moments of silence, she felt the need to elicit a response.

            “Jamie? Jenny? Is everything okay? I just told you that you won’t need to piss and shit your pants anymore, I guess I expected maybe jubilation on your part? Or at least a smile?”

            Jamie was also trying to process why he wasn’t feeling thrilled and decided to puzzle it out verbally in the hope that expressing how he was feeling would help him understand it, or maybe solicit some useful insight from Millie. “I don’t know. It’s just that, you know, before I came to live here I spent a lot of time by myself and was okay with that because any attention I did receive was the kind I didn’t want. Being a loner didn’t seem like such a bad thing compared to the alternative. But then here, with you and Angie and then Mommy...er, Rose...it almost seems like you like me, and maybe you like me better as Baby Jenny than as grownup Jamie.”

            His disclosure in just a few sentences hit Millie hard, and all of a sudden a million thoughts struck her at the same time and she understood, maybe even more so than Jamie himself. She looked back at the way Angie and she had treated Jamie since he moved in, and it was clear that once he was in diapers, he was often the center of their attention, mostly in an encouraging and a good way, whereas before he was simply a tenant who was there to add to the coffers. Millie realized with guilt how she’d initially treated him as an annoyance. Even if she didn’t say so, he sensed it. Diapers changed that. In some way, being treated like a child gave him security and a feeling of being loved in a way that their adult interactions never did. 

            Then along came Rose. Pretty, outgoing, smart, but troubled. She found in Jamie that being needed was something she craved, and this feeling manifested itself in the form of affection toward him. As for Jamie, he could sense her feelings and found in the way she cared for him a sense of love that he’d never had, at least as an adult. This was especially true with the intimacy of diaper changes and bottle or breast feedings, and to a lesser extent being fed while secured in a highchair. For the first time in his life Jamie felt needed, felt affection, and felt that all of the attention focused on him arose from a good place. He had a crush on Rose, not in a sexual way, but as an intensely weird but valid sense that he belonged to her, not as a partner but as her child. And that was about to be taken away from him.

            Millie felt her cheeks getting wet and looked up at Jamie, who was also sobbing. She moved over to him, put her arms around him, and they cried together. 

             “Now I understand,” Millie said softly. “You’re afraid that Rose won’t love you anymore, or that all three of us will go back to shunning you if you’re forced to grow up and reassume your adult self. Jamie, trust me that won’t happen. Here’s my suggestion. From now on, at least in this household, you’ll be Jenny in name and in behavior. One of the girls, and if you want you can be treated as if you’re eight years old or so, even in public. That way you can talk and walk, no more babbling and crawling. If you like, though, you can still retain some babyish ways. I’m sure Rose would still love to feed you mush in the highchair and maybe an occasional bottle. Would you like that?”

             Jamie nodded as he leaned into Millie’s shoulder. She held him tight then continued. “But, little girl, it is also time for you to give potty training another chance. Rose has her hands full with Jamie’s wet and poopy diapers, so the task of changing yours falls to yours truly. I’d appreciate it if we can get you into pullups sooner rather than later. I understand that it’ll take you a long time to grow out of your bedwetting, so nighttime diapers can stay indefinitely. I’ll even ask your mommy if she’d like to be the one to tape you up every night. How does that sound, little Miss Pissy Pants?”

            Jenny giggled and again nodded her head. She could live with that.

 

            Over the next few weeks, Jenny tried her best to adapt to her more mature role as a little girl. She spent as much time as possible with Rose, even taking on the role as Mommy’s helper and playing with Jamie in the playpen, changing her diapers, and reading her stories as long as they didn’t contain too many big words. 

            Rose overcame her own hesitation to allow Baby Jenny to grow up even a little as she grew to appreciate her help with the baby. She was touched by Jenny’s affection for her sister, and little Jamie seemed to smile whenever Jenny was nearby. She took up Millie’s suggestion of still diapering Jenny at night after Jamie was in bed, and that became their special time just like it was once before. Jamie would be asleep, the other two women would be downstairs or in their rooms getting ready for bed, so they could have alone time to snuggle, or read books, or just hold each other in Jenny’s crib. It wasn’t long before Rose once again offered Jenny her breast and her body adapted, always seeming to have enough milk for her at the end of the day. They agreed these nocturnal nursing sessions would be their little secret. Everything was just perfect.

            Everything except Jenny’s potty training. Millie was diligent in charting when Jenny had a bowel movement or when she seemed to pee most often, but the sessions on the dreaded potty chair were unsuccessful and both Millie and Jenny were getting frustrated, especially after Jenny made a huge puddle seconds after being released from the potty chair. 

            “Okay, Jenny,” Millie finally said one day. “We’re going to try an experiment. We’ll dress you up the same as any five- or six-year-old and instead of diapers we’ll put you in panties. Then we’ll take the ten-minute walk down to the convenience store. If you stay dry, I’ll buy you a treat. Then we’ll walk home. The total trip should take only thirty minutes or so. Maybe staying clean and dry like a big girl will motivate you to do better and make some progress here at home.”

            Jenny was nervous but excited. She really was trying and wasn’t happy that she couldn’t remaster such a basic and essential skill. She always thought, for as long as she was in diapers, that she could just flip a switch and go back to full daytime continence. It scared her that this didn’t turn out to be the case. This was her chance to turn the tide.

            Jenny felt happy in her simple light green cotton dress with a rainbow across the chest. The tights felt strange pulled up over a pair of panties instead of a diaper, but she was enjoying the lighter feeling. She felt free and so grownup. Her hair was in braids with pink bows and Millie let her carry a purse, although the only thing inside was a pacifier. “Just in case you get nervous,” Millie had told her.

            “You should learn to skip,” Millie said as they strolled down the sidewalk, then laughed as Jenny tried her best, almost tripping in the process. “Okay, it’s a work in progress.”

             They passed several people along the way, and no one gave a second glance at Jenny except to smile kindly at her. The time passed quickly and before they knew it they were at the door of the shop. Before entering, Millie pulled Jenny off to the side, pulled up the hem of her dress, and felt her panties. “Very good, Jenny,” she said. “Dry as a bone. I had to check to see if you deserved a treat.”

             They entered the store and walked straight back to the freezer section, where Jenny pleaded for a cherry Popsicle. Millie had her doubts. “I don’t know. We didn’t bring a bib,” a comment that drew a knowing nod from a woman nearby.

            In the end Jenny won out and they walked hand-in-hand up to the cashier. The man in front of them had just finished paying when Jenny felt a dampness making its way down her left leg. She dropped the hand holding Millie and moved it to her crotch, which drew Millie’s attention.

            “Oh, no,” Millie said. She threw a bill down on the counter and without waiting for change pulled Jenny out of the store. By the time they were outside, streams of urine were running down Jenny’s tights, forming a puddle on the sidewalk just outside the entrance. Millie looked down at Jenny with disappointed eyes.

             “It’s not your fault, Jenny,” she told the upset girl. “I shouldn’t have pushed you before you were ready. It’s pretty clear that you’re not ready for the potty yet. Let’s get you home and into a nice dry diaper. We can try again in a month or two.”

            The pair walked home, a trip that seemed to take much, much longer than the walk there. This time, no passersby smiled at the cute little girl.

 

 

I'll be bringing this story to a conclusion tomorrow. I hope you've enjoyed the ride.

[keith60]

the story is good I hope jenny stays in diapers and breastfeeds for every 

[tammie2]

34. 

            Two months later Jenny was no more ready to potty train than she was during her walk with Millie. Angie and, eventually, Rose began to share diaper duty for the big baby to lessen the load for Millie, who in some ways felt responsible for putting Jenny on this track but didn’t anticipate the burden it would create. Jenny continued to care for Jamie in any way she could. Rose never got tired of watching her change Jamie’s diaper while she carried a load in the rear of her own, or of playing the game of “guess who” when they detected a dirty diaper. Jamie eventually showed a preference for being bottle fed and Jenny was more than happy to ease her mommy’s burden of milk-laden breasts as Jamie weaned. Over time, Rose’s milk production actually increased to meet the needs of her older daughter.

            In the meantime, Jenny’s brightened state of mind increased the productivity on her game to the point where she was ready to demonstrate it to the company that had paid her for first rights. She announced her good news between bites of mashed peas at dinner one night.

            “It means I need to fly to San Francisco to meet with them and to give a live demo,” she said. “And if they like it, to discuss terms for rights and distribution. They want to meet as soon as I can book a flight.”

            All three women were excited for her, but also shared the same concern. Millie was the one to voice it. “Jenny, first of all, congratulations, that’s great news. But I think I speak for all of us when I say that I’m not sure you’re ready to set out on your own. Based on recent experience, there’s no way you can regain control of either bladder or bowels in such a short time, and you’ve gotten so dependent on all of us for feeding, changing, and overall just making it through the day that I’m not sure you should go there all alone. You’re about as independent as a preschooler.”

            Jenny had been so excited at the prospect of making this huge step that she hadn’t considered the finer points of the trip. “Let me work on that,” she said before turning the conversation to whether anyone at the table had been to San Francisco.

            Twenty minutes later, after making a call, she found Millie in her bedroom. “I told them I wanted to bring someone with me and they agreed to pay for two flights and a hotel room for two people for two nights. I know it would be too much for Mommy to come with me with the baby, and Angie has her business to run here. Would you come with me?”

            After overcoming her initial surprise at Jenny’s request, it took Millie a microsecond to respond. She could use a break from the routine, even if it still meant changing smelly diapers. Besides, she felt protective of Jenny and felt it her duty to do whatever she could to prevent any embarrassing episodes at this most important moment in her career.

            “Of course, I’d be happy to accompany you,” she told Jenny. “Just let me know when we’re going.”

            Rose was disappointed that she wouldn’t be the one to make the trip, but knew she wasn’t yet ready to travel with two babies in diapers. That didn’t stop her from lecturing Millie. “You take good care of my little girl,” she said sternly, “and make sure she calls me at least three times a day.”

             Millie solemnly swore to do so even as she laughed inside at the absurdity of Rose’s perception of Jenny as her true child, but in truth all three of them were increasingly seeing Jenny as an actual young girl. She was starting to recognize the challenges of presenting Jenny as Jamie in an actual business setting. She sought out Angie for advice. 

            “Clearly the biggest concern is her lack of potty training,” Angie mused. “No matter how good that game is, if she soils herself during her presentation that’ll affect how it comes out. Even the odor of a wet diaper carries risks. Then there’s also feeding to worry about. Did she say how long she’ll be meeting with them?”

            “According to Jenny, they’re going to begin at 1:00 p.m. with her visual demonstration of game highlights, whatever that entails. That’s apparently the first hurdle. If that goes well, they confab about general terms of an agreement with the company’s legal department, but the actual contract will be emailed to her later, so it shouldn’t be too long a conference. This is new to Jenny, too, but her best guess is that they’d be done by 5:00.”

            “That’s workable.” Angie sounded relieved. “And that schedule definitely leaves time for you to clean her out before the first meeting. Oh, don’t make that face, it’s better than the alternative. Grab a piece of paper and a pen. Let’s start making our list.”

 

            Other than an intense stare at his crotch and raised eyebrows after checking his gender on his ID, a TSA agent passed the pair through security and Millie and Jenny had no issue getting checked in and to their gate. They still had over an hour before boarding, so Millie pulled her aside to a corner of the waiting area. “I need to check you,” she said as she pulled up the back of Jenny’s dress and felt her diaper. Jenny cringed in embarrassment at the curious stares from other passengers. “Just as I thought, this diaper won’t last until we get to the hotel and we don’t want you leaking on the seat of the airplane or in the Uber. C’mon, we need to find somewhere to change you.”

             They walked up and down the concourse looking for a family bathroom without success. “Good thing we made you wear a dress and did your hair, Jenny,” Millie said. “We don’t have any choice but to use the ladies’ room. Just stay quiet and we’ll get this done as quickly as possible. 

            As luck would have it, the bathroom they entered was jammed with travelers but had an adjoining mother’s room, so Millie ushered Jenny inside the special sanctum. It was a small room made more intimate by a nursing mother in a rocking chair and another using the only changing table. There was no room to change Jenny on the floor, so they had to wait. The mother changing her toddler noticed them.

            “Sorry,” she said apologetically. “I’m almost done. I thought by the time he turned three I wouldn’t have to do this anymore, but here I am. At this rate his prom date will need to bring a diaper bag along.”

            “Tell me about it,” Millie said as she nodded in Jenny’s direction. The woman looked astonished, then embarrassed, and quickly taped up her son’s diaper.

            “See, Freddie,” she told the boy as she lifted him off the changing table, “this girl still pees herself at her age and needs to be changed in front of other people. Is that what you want?”

            Millie bit her tongue and quickly put Jenny into a fresh diaper, blocking her midsection from the breastfeeding woman with her body. When they got back to the gate, Jenny felt that every eye was on her, judging her. Fortunately it wasn’t long before they boarded the plane, and she could focus on the day ahead.

            It was late by the time they finally arrived. Thankfully the company had sprung for one of the nicer hotels in the downtown area and the check-in process went fast and smooth. Jenny headed for one of the two queen beds but was headed off by Millie. “Not so fast, I need to check something.” She lifted the bed cover and sheet and ran her hand along the length of the bed. “It’s this one,” she said. “I called ahead.”

            Jenny could feel the plastic sheet as she sat down. Just the act of being on her bed brought on a sense of overwhelming fatigue. “I think I’ll turn in early,” she said.

             “Me too,” Millie said, “We have a busy day tomorrow. Let’s get you changed and to bed where you can drink your bottle. I’ll set the alarm.”

            The alarm was loud and in Jamie’s view way too early. She heard Millie roll out of bed and go into the bathroom, burying her head under a pillow as she made repeated trips and wishing she would just let her sleep. No such luck. All too soon she was at her bedside telling her to get up. 

            “Good, no leaks,” she commented as she ran her hand under Jenny’s midsection. “Come on, baby, time to get up and get you prepped for the day.”

            Jamie had no idea what Millie had in mind but staggered behind her as she walked to the bathroom. The waterproof pad that was normally stationed beneath the potty chair at home was spread out over the floor next to the toilet and a bulging enema bag hung from the towel rack. Jamie stopped still, frozen in place.

            “This is the only way Angie and I could think of to assure that you wouldn’t soil yourself during your meeting this afternoon,” she explained. “Since you can’t control your bowels like the adult you’ll be pretending to be, the next best thing is to make sure that there’s nothing in you to poop out. Now no dawdling, let me get that diaper off of you and lie down on the mat on your left side.” 

            Jamie understood Millie’s logic but that didn’t make her any more enthusiastic about what was to come. As she assumed the position, she heard Millie snap on a latex glove and uncap a container. She jumped as she felt a well-lubricated finger go up her rear, which was quickly replaced by a nozzle. She heard Millie turn on the bathroom fan.

            “I’m going to start the flow now, Jenny,” Millie said. “Try to hold it in as best you can for as long as you can. It might help not to think about what’s happening back there and to focus on more pleasant thoughts. Daydream about being at Rose’s breast. After I pull the nozzle out, resist pottying. If you can’t hold it anymore, let me know and I’ll help you onto the toilet.”

            It took three tries before Jenny was cleaned out to Millie’s satisfaction. Both had the same thought, that it had been months since the last time Jenny had sat on an adult’s toilet seat, but neither expressed it. Millie quickly got Jenny diapered after expelling the last round of fluid. 

            Millie suggested that Jenny hold off on eating the food that they brought along until closer to lunch time to minimize the amount of solids in her intestines. After feeding her a bottle, Millie read a book while Jenny prepared for her presentation and fidgeted. Around 11:30 Millie announce that it was time to get ready.

            She fed Jenny quickly, changed her diaper, added a booster and plastic panties, then brought out a pair of pants and a nice shirt to dress her in. “It’s going to take some effort to start calling you Jamie again, Jenny,” she said. “I hope I don’t screw up.”

            Great, Jenny thought, one more thing to worry about. Her male clothing felt foreign to her and it felt weird to walk in her old shoes. She paced back and forth until the hotel desk called to say that a car arrived for them. Taking deep breaths, the pair headed downstairs, each with their own thoughts. Jenny was focused on performing well for the company. Millie’s only wish was that Jenny’s diaper held up until they were done.

 

            The gaming company’s office took up an entire floor in a high rise, the reception area looking more like that of a law firm than a business devoted to entertainment. Framed pictures of characters from some of their more successful offerings crowded the walls. Even Millie recognized a couple of them. After a short wait, a tall man with a broad smile, dressed way more casually than the surroundings seemed to demand, approached them.

            “Jamie? I’m Kurt Simmons, head of development. I have to say that based on the game you put out on your own, all of us here are excited to see what you’ve come up with as a follow-up. We think of our gaming partners as family, and we hope to adopt you as one of our own.”

            His attempt at putting Jamie at ease fell flat, but Jamie was still able to respond appropriately and to introduce Millie. After a short exchange of the requisite small talk Simmons suggested they get right to the reason they were here and head to the theater, which was a smaller version of a movie theater with about fifty seats and a large screen. Jamie hooked up with the IT guy that was waiting for them and immediately became more comfortable being able to talk about what she needed for the technical setup. About fifteen minutes later, she was poised with a controller in hand ready to start. By that time about twenty other employees had filtered in and found seats. 

            For the next ninety minutes, Millie watched the screen in fascination as lifelike characters filled the screen in an incredibly imaginative fantasy world. Her respect for Jenny grew with each passing minute, especially as she narrated the various possibilities and the seemingly unlimited variations that could be played. Jenny skillfully addressed questions from the people assembled there, most of them asking about things that to Millie sounded like they were speaking a different language. As the demonstration went on, even Millie could sense the electricity in the room.

            When the lights finally came up, vigorous applause erupted from the assembled audience and Simmons abandoned any pretense of neutrality both with his expression and words of praise. Millie smiled. If Jenny knows what she’s doing, she thought, she should triple whatever figure she had in mind coming into the demo.

            A few employees hung back as the rest filtered out and spoke with Jenny, who then approached Millie. “Millie, I’m sorry but now I need to go into a meeting that’s more about contracts, and legalities, and I’m not even sure what else, and this is something I need to do on my own. It might take a little while but if you don’t mind hanging around, I’ll catch up with you when we’re done.”

            Millie knew she had no choice, but it was hard to abandon Jenny, who despite what she just saw she still viewed as a child who needed her protection. She consented, but not before taking a discreet glance at Jenny’s crotch and a sniff of the air. So far so good she thought, then she retraced her steps to the reception area to call Angie and tell her about the baby genius staying with them.

            The meeting took longer than the demonstration, and it was close to 5:00 by the time Jenny emerged. Millie’s instinct was to first look at her diaper area, where she observed a slight sag but probably nothing that anyone not knowing what was there would notice. Still, a diaper change back at the hotel was probably in order. She then looked Jenny in the eye and was rewarded with a smile and slight nod, signaling that things had gone well. 

            “I’ll tell you more later,” Jenny said in a happy tone Millie had never heard coming from her mouth before, “but right now they want to celebrate and take us out to dinner.”

            Millie’s immediate reaction was of a mild panic. “Are you sure you can last?” she whispered. “I have a spare diaper in my purse.”

            Jenny looked around to make sure no one was nearby to overhear. “Yeah, I think the booster is doing its job and I haven’t had that much to drink. Besides, there’s no way I can break away right now.”

            Millie and Jenny joined a pack of people waiting at the front desk. It seemed like word of Jenny’s success had spread and everyone wanted to join them for dinner. Soon they found themselves in a limousine with Simmons, the company President and CEO, and a few others. A line of cabs followed them.

            The rest of the evening was a joyful blur of activity. Millie and Jenny were split up as they ate, as all of the company’s higherups wanted to be near the golden boy, or girl as Millie saw it. She watched carefully as plates of food were placed before Jenny, who looked overwhelmed. Millie realized it had been a long time since Jenny had eaten anything that hadn’t passed through the Vitamix first. She was tempted to intercede and ask the restaurant staff to blend it or at least cut it up before serving. 

            Worse, everyone was drinking. Mixed drinks, wine, and beer flowed freely. Millie couldn’t monitor Jenny’s alcohol intake but figured even before she regressed, she was probably a lightweight. She was about to check up on her charge when a highly inebriated woman sat down beside her.

            “You’re a lucky lady,” she told Millie, slurring her words. “That kid is going places. He’s brilliant. His game is brilliant from what I hear. Innovative, fun, challenging. Maybe the best that’s ever been. It does things that no one else has thought of before. It’ll keep even the best gamers in the world intrigued for weeks as they work their way through it. Then the best part? You play it again as a different character and it brings you to totally new worlds. Same universe but completely different game. Don’t let him slip away, girl.”

             With that the woman left Millie’s side, probably to go throw up somewhere Millie thought. She was glad to have a few minutes alone among the drunken pandemonium to try to reconcile the Jenny she thought she knew with the Jamie that the company sees as a rising star in a crowded field of geniuses. And from what she can tell, soon to be a very wealthy little girl. 

            This group really knows how to party, she thought, but she needed to think about Jenny’s well-being. She’d been in the same diaper for close to ten hours now and had consumed food and drink that would be wreaking havoc with her insides soon. She managed to fight through the crowd to come up behind Jenny, where she pretended to stumble into her in order to conduct a quick external diaper check. She felt a light dampness in her crotch. The diaper was starting to leak.

            After whispering in Jenny’s ear, and offering the excuse of an early flight the next morning, which was true, it still took them another forty minutes to run the gamut of everyone who wanted a piece of Jenny before they left. It was a miracle they made it outside and into the cab without anyone noticing the dark patches spreading down both her legs.

            Jenny was in no shape to do anything but crash into bed once they got back to the hotel room. Millie had to strip and diaper her while she was mostly unconscious, then had the unpleasant chore of changing two stinky diapers during the night as Jenny’s digestive system rebelled against the prior evening’s food and libations. As they left for the airport that morning, she debated whether to take the dirty diapers with her, but opted instead to bury them in the bathroom trash and leave a generous tip for the cleaning crew.

             Jenny and Millie made it home without further incident where they were met with a joyous greeting from both Angie and Rose as if they’d been gone for months. After a long breastfeed and a nap, Jenny filled them in on details of her meeting. Millie beamed, Angie gushed, and Rose simply gave her a bear hug and a kiss. It was good to be home.

             

35. 

            Over the next several weeks, Jenny split her time between finding an attorney to finalize the contract with the company and a trustworthy financial advisor to manage his upcoming wealth, as well as tweaking the game to get it into its final form. She also woke up in the middle of one night with a fully formed idea for the next one in her head and spent the rest of the night typing notes so that she wouldn’t forget.

            Her bond with both Rose and Jenny grew even closer as she shared every spare moment she wasn’t working with them, even being Rose’s go-to babysitter when she had reason to leave the house. At all other times, though, she started regressing away from the adult behaviors she’d been granted after the baby was born. Nursing from Rose grew into a four- or five-time per day necessity for both of them, her continued diapering necessitated that she use the playpen whenever she was downstairs after a couple of unfortunate leaks, and she often unconsciously found herself crawling when walking would have been easier and faster.

            Rose, meanwhile, was becoming more confident in her skills as a mother and took on more of the responsibility of caring for Jenny. As much as she loved Jamie, who she couldn’t imagine life without, her times with Jenny at her breast and the playful diaper changes lightened her mood and brought on a warm ache in her heart. If anyone asked her which child was her favorite, she wouldn’t have been able to answer.

            Angie, on the other hand, was troubled. She needed to have a discussion with both Rose and Jenny but a part of her didn’t want to disrupt what she had to admit was an almost idyllic situation. She was terribly fond of them both, so what she had to do was going to be difficult. She procrastinated for a month, then six weeks, then finally got the nerve to do what she needed to do. Without enthusiasm, she called a family meeting. She asked Millie to attend for emotional support. Jenny, as usual, showed up soggy and was strapped into the highchair. 

            “Let me start by saying how much I’ve enjoyed having both of you here,” she began, “and watching the changes in each of you over the past several months has been remarkable. But unfortunately, this home is a business and I need to run it as one. Jenny, your lease expires soon and it was never intended to extend beyond the term in the contract. Rose, over the past six weeks or so you’ve shown yourself more than capable of taking care of Jamie on your own. I’ve had a lot of calls recently and actually have a waiting list of pregnant women needing a place to stay. I’m afraid I need both of your rooms.”

            Her announcement was met with a stunned silence. Everyone at the table on one level knew that they couldn’t stay forever, but the happiness they’d found with their current situation had made them complacent. Jenny was the first to break the silence.

            “Don’t look so sad, Angie,” she said. “Deep down I knew this time would come. You gave me a place to stay when no one else would and in doing so gave me the first true home I ever had. I’ll always be grateful, and I hope you won’t mind if I visit once in a while. Practically speaking, within the next few days I’ll be getting a wire into my bank account that’ll make finding another place to stay easy. I may even buy a home of my own.”

            Rose wasn’t as assured that she’d be okay but tried to put up a good front. “I want to thank you as well, you and everybody at this table. And in the highchair,” she added with a giggle. “I’ll be fine. My needs are simple and I can find work to pay the bills. I’m hoping you can give me a few months to find an apartment and a job.”

            Angie of course acceded, and the meeting broke up soon afterward. Jenny started to head to her room but did an about face and followed Rose into hers.

            “What’s the matter, baby? Do you need a change?” Rose asked as he entered.

            “No...well, yes, but it can wait. Can we talk for a minute?” 

            Rose immediately heard the tension in Jenny’s voice and grew concerned. “Sure, baby girl, let me put Jamie down and we can cuddle in your crib while you tell me what’s on your mind.”

             Once they were settled, it took a moment for Jenny to find the right words to get started but she still fumbled at the beginning. “Rose...no, Mommy...I was wondering. I mean, feel free to say no but I want to ask. I, um, you know that I did okay with my game. Better than okay, actually. With the initial payment from the gaming company and based on industry gossip presales are already through the roof. I’ll be set for life even if I never create another thing, which won’t happen though because I like to stay busy. So maybe if you want, I mean maybe if you need to, you could...” Jenny panicked and her long pause was too long for Rose.

            “What is it you’re trying to say, baby? Or what do you want to ask me?”

            Jenny found her courage to continue but her voice still waivered. “I was wondering if you’d like to move in with me. I’ll have the space and you need a place to stay, and maybe you’d like to kind of make it permanent. I don’t think I want to live without you.”

            Tears streamed down Rose’s face. “Are you asking me to marry you, baby Jenny?” she stammered.

            “Maybe, no, I mean yeah,” Jenny said. “Unless—”

            “Just stop there, little one. I can’t imagine living without you either. So my answer is yes, but there need to be a few conditions. Hear me out, okay?

            “My love for you may not be quite what you’re thinking,” she continued. “I love you as my baby. As my baby girl. So if we do this, and if we wed, you’ll be my wife and a second mother to Jamie. And to everybody not connected to your job, you’ll be Jenny. You’ll do what it takes to keep growing those pretty boobies of yours. Except for as long as we can, when we go out you’ll be my young daughter in little girl dresses and pigtails and Mary Jane shoes. You’ll be Jamie’s older sister.

            “But not the older sister forever. Jamie will eventually get potty trained and start eating food she can chew, and give up the bottle, and go to school. But if we’re to be together, you’ll always need your diaper and maybe never use the potty again. We’ll have to see. And I’ll nurse you as long as I have milk, otherwise it’ll be a bottle. And get used to the highchair.

            “I’m sure I’ll refine my conditions over time, but for now, Jenny, know that I love you as much as any one mother can love her child and I want to be together forever. Can you live with that?”

            Jenny couldn’t speak but didn’t need to. The newly engaged couple held each other until Rose broke the embrace. “I guess it’s a good thing that I’m used to the smell of your diaper, baby girl, but for right now let’s get you changed and maybe give you a little boobie. Then we can go downstairs to tell Angie and Millie. Maybe Angie can help me plan your new nursery.”

            But neither one of them moved. They laid down side by side, hugging each other tightly, until they heard their baby cry.

[Pingu]

Great story!

[Daddy-Master]

On 12/18/2023 at 9:28 AM, tammie2 said:

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Like to hear what happens next.

[parkintochter]

I liked the regressing in the first page, but after that it felt a bit rushed in my opinion and the whole potty training part seemed to get skipped. That disappointed me a bit because that was the most interesting thing for me

[parkintochter]

sorry, if this was maybe too harsh. The time skip after chapter 15 had me a bit unsettled.