Sam's Crawl To Adulthood

[Elfy]

This is a sequel to "Sam's Flight to Babyhood" which can be found here: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/83013-sams-flight-to-babyhood/

 

The TLDR of that story: Sam was trapped in Europe after a vacation when the airline inexplicably changed the rules. Just as she was starting to panic she ran into a professor she knew from college, Jess Hughes, who helped her. Over the course of the flight it is revealed that this isn't the first time they've met. Prof. Hughes has, in fact, met Sam quite a few times and implanted hypnotic triggers into her head. By the time the plane lands Sam is little more than a baby as she is whisked off for a new life as Jess's helpless baby girl.

 

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Not everyone can just ignore the strange events leading up to Sam's disappearance. An old colleague of Jess saw too many coincidences and wanted to investigate. Meanwhile, Sam is trapped in a strange place. Seemingly halfway between adult and baby her mind is in turmoil.

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Sam’s Crawl to Adulthood

By Elfy

It was pouring with rain. The sound of wind howling and water hitting the windows was usually something Isabelle liked, it made her home feel all the more cosy, but tonight it seemed to just mirror the turmoil in her mind. She flicked through the file in front of her for what felt like the thousandth time. It may indeed have been a thousand times because she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Isabelle took a long drag on her cigarette. She didn’t smoke often but when she was feeling stressed she always found herself reaching for them. Despite her tough exterior she had spent the last year with her mind in a state of tumultuous disturbance. She looked up from the photo that haunted her mind and looked out at the stormy night. She stretched her neck and sighed.

Standing up Isabelle walked across the room to the mirror and looked at herself. She had seen better days and in the last year she seemed to have aged a decade. Her brown hair was starting to get stray greys despite only being in her late thirties and her eyes had deep bags underneath, a result of the lack of sleep every night for months.

Isabelle had worked for Professor Hughes until about eighteen months ago. The professor had run a laboratory experimenting with hypnotherapy and implanted messages. In other words Professor Hughes, or Jess as her co-workers knew her, was testing if she could influence behaviour by saying certain phrases. At first it had been fine, they’d tried a lot of techniques to try and help people do things like quit smoking or eat healthier. The results had been great and Isabelle had been proud of the work she was a part of.

Over time Isabelle noticed Jess’s priorities changed. She seemed to get a twisted idea that the things they were achieving in the lab should be put to the test in a bigger way. Professor Hughes wanted to regress someone, but more than that it seemed like she wanted to be able to regress them at will. She claimed it was beneficial for the person being “treated”, a kind of therapy, but Isabelle had always had doubts. Isabelle had been concerned but Jess’s earlier success had granted her some leeway. They started going through the process of asking for applicants but it seemed clear earlier on that Jess had one person in mind for her experiments.

Isabelle walked back to the table she had been sat at. The house was silent except for the weather outside and the ticking of an old clock in the corner of the room. She picked up the photo on top of the file. If she hadn’t known any better she would’ve thought the person she was looking at was a very young child. They certainly had the height of a child, a very young one at that. Despite being in college the woman in the photo looked more like she belonged in a nursery.

“Sam.” Isabelle said the woman’s name out loud, “I’m so sorry.”

Professor Hughes had brought Sam in one day and took a very personal interest in her. It soon became clear that Sam wasn’t just another participant in a trial, she was the only participant. Professor Hughes worked night and day crafting the triggers and training Sam to have the correct responses. Sam’s memory of these sessions were also hidden from her. The poor girl had no idea what they were doing.

These experiments were done out of hours and Isabelle joined just a few other assistants who Jess thought she could trust to keep the secret. Soon they were in too deep but nobody could pull away. Professor Hughes was well-respected and she had told them that if any of the assistants told the authorities they would be blackballed from the scientific community. Isabelle believed her. Clearly the others did too because no one said anything.

One day Jess Hughes didn’t turn up for work. Then she was absent the next day as well. It wasn’t normal for the professor to miss any work at all so people started to speculate. Isabelle tried to get in contact with Jess a few times but didn’t get any response. It wasn’t until another two days had passed that she finally received a reply.

“I’m fine.” Jess had written, “I will be back at work soon.”

That was that. Isabelle didn’t inquire further. Perhaps she was afraid of what the answer would be. She put her mind to rest as best she could and got on with her work around the laboratory. That was until she caught the local news one night.

“Sam, if you hear this, please know that we love you and we’re looking for you.” A tearful woman said. A man had her arm around her and was fighting desperately to maintain composure.

The picture they were showing on the television was the very Sam that had been in Professor Hughes’s experiments. Apparently she had gone missing in Europe. Isabelle immediately thought about Jess’s absence and felt suspicious.

Those suspicions only reached their peak when Jess returned to work and would say nothing about where she had been. One day Isabelle saw Jess buying baby formula at the campus supermarket and she straight up asked for the truth.

“Do you have Sam?” Isabelle asked in the middle of the aisle.

“Sam?” Jess replied with a frown, “But, Isabelle, that poor girl went missing on vacation.”

Jess had walked away leaving Isabelle speechless. She was at a loss for what to do, she had been heavily involved in the experiments that had left Sam vulnerable and now she felt sure Jess had her. But what could she do? Jess was a professor with published articles and industry respect. Isabelle had just been a no-name assistant. So she kept quiet and tried to forget.

Isabelle stayed vigilant and on some evenings after work she would sit in her car outside Jess’s house. What she was expecting or waiting for she wasn’t sure. She knew the professor was too smart to just walk out of the house with Sam. She wished she could just burst in there and check for herself.

On one evening as Isabelle sat in her car she saw Jess leave the house. She decided to follow her and ended up back at the supermarket where she had first confronted Jess. Staying at a distance she followed her all the way to the diaper aisle. Isabelle watched as Jess examined a couple of packets of baby diapers and then made her way back towards the checkouts. Yet again Isabelle felt compelled to stop Jess and interrogate her.

“Who are those for?” Isabelle asked as she stepped out from round the end of a shelf.

“Isabelle?” Jess had replied in shock, “What are you doing here?”

“Never mind that.” Isabelle shot back, “Who are those diapers for?”

“I donate them to the campus day care, if you must know.” Jess said coolly, “Goodness, this isn’t still about Sam is it?”

Isabelle stared in silence. Of course it was about Sam. Isabelle had been complicit in those experiments and she was sure her boss knew more than she was letting on about her disappearance.

“Isabelle, you have to move past this.” Jess said with a sympathetic smile as she reached out a hand and touched her shoulder, “Sam’s gone. It’s very sad but it’s not our fault.”

“Isn’t it?” Isabelle asked rather pointedly.

Jess sighed deeply but didn’t break eye contact. Isabelle saw her roll her eyes a little before she shook her head dismissively. Jess excused herself and then pushed past Isabelle as she continued to the checkouts.

The next day Isabelle had gone to the day care and asked about donations. The staff there were very confused and said they’ve never had donations of diapers or anything like that. To Isabelle it seemed like the final confirmation she needed. Jess was lying about something and she was sure it had something to do with Sam.

Unfortunately, before Isabelle could confront Jess about anything, Jess suddenly left her job and transferred to another college. Isabelle felt guilty but she was relieved. Her conscience had never let her forget what she had been a part of but now that the professor was moving away maybe she could finally move on. It didn’t work. Sam haunted Isabelle’s dreams and any time she wasn’t occupied she found herself thinking about her.

Isabelle dropped the photo and rubbed her eyes. It had been a long time since Jess had left the faculty but Isabelle still couldn’t forget about Sam. She couldn’t keep doing this. She picked up her phone and dialled a number. Enough was enough. Her guilt was eating her alive and there was only one way to fix things.

“Hello?” Isabelle said as soon as the phone on the other end was picked up, “Could you please give me any contact information you have for Professor Jess Hughes.”

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Sam had her thumb in her mouth as she was pushed through the gate to the large building with the big red door that she knew so well. It had been a staple of her life since Mommy had moved here. She liked it, there were lots of toys and friends to play with. She was sat back in her stroller wearing a pink dress that didn’t quite cover her ever-present diaper. The straps held her back as she looked around and saw some of the other babies she enjoyed playing with heading inside.

“Don’t suck your thumb, baby.” Mommy said, “That’s what your pacifier is for.”

Mommy reached around the back of the stroller and plucked Sam’s thumb from her mouth. For a few seconds she babbled in complaints until her little pink pacifier was pushed between her lips instead. It bobbed backwards and forwards as Sam sucked contentedly.

“Good girl.” Mommy praised Sam and the little baby beamed.

Sam was usually taken to the pre-school during the day when Mommy was working. As much as Sam hated to leave Mommy she always looked forwards to the going through those doors. It was perfect for a little girl such as herself. She remembered her first days there, she had been so nervous and had refused to play but Mommy had kept insisting. Sam remembered… She remembered…

Sam’s happy babbling stopped suddenly as she froze in place. This wasn’t right, none of this was right. It felt like the fog that had filled her brain lifted and she could glimpse the world for what it really was. She shouldn’t be sat in a stroller and going to pre-school, she was an adult woman who had been kidnapped! This woman pushing her wasn’t “Mommy” she was the kidnapper. Sam had to tell someone before…

“Hello, Sam!” Mrs. Webster, the custodian of the pre-school said as Sam was wheeled close, “Are you looking forward to playing with you little friends?”

The moment Sam’s flimsy concentration was broken she felt the fog returning to her brain. She screamed internally and tried to fight it off but just like a morning mist it was impossible to stop it from enveloping everything. Sam felt herself, her real adult self, being pushed back into the cage at the back of her mind and locked up. Just like that her brief period of lucidity had ended. They were getting shorter and harder to keep hold of all the time.

“Thank you, Helen.” Jess said as she rolled the stroller through the doors to the main play area. There were a lot of babies already there.

“Not a problem.” Helen Webster replied, “Sam’s always a pleasure to have with us.”

“I have to admit the on campus pre-school was a big factor in me coming to work here.” Jess walked around the stroller and kneeled down in front of Sam, “So helpful!”

Sam felt the straps around her small body get released and she was lifted up by Mommy. Her little arms and legs did their best to wrap around Mommy’s bigger body but it was the hand underneath her heavily padded butt that held Sam up.

Carrying Sam wasn’t a chore at all for Mommy or any other adult who wanted to pick her up. She had simply never really grown much since she was a baby, in fact it was generally just assumed she was a mere infant even though she was in her early twenties. It was something that had caused her a lot of consternation in her life when…

Sam shook her head and blinked a few times. It all came flooding back. Her time at college, the strange hypnosis and subliminal messaging, her vacation, the plane ride home and the woman holding her having kidnapped her!

“Alright, Sam, be a good girl and B E H A V E for Mommy, OK?” Mommy said with a smile.

Sam smiled around the pacifier clipped to the front of her dress and nodded her head causing her pigtails to bounce. She was set down on the floor and immediately crawled away from Mommy towards all the toys and her baby friends. She didn’t know it anymore but one of the triggers implanted in her before her kidnapping had been activated making her all the more pliable to Jess’s instructions.

The room was like a large hall that been converted into a nursery. There was plenty of space despite all the activities and toys available. It was a heaven for babies who saw endless amounts of fun to be had. Sam had been coming here for a year now and she still got excited when she looked around at all the bold and bright colours. There were so many toys to play with Sam still felt like there was a lot more to explore. She felt her diaper warming. That was something that happened often when she got excited…

“Have fun, baby!” Mommy called over as she waved and left the room.

Sam sat back on her freshly warmed diaper and waved goodbye before turning back over and hurrying further into the cavernous room. She crawled past the arts station, that was always very messy and Sam often ended up with more paint on herself than the paper. She crawled past the section set up for the kids to play house, somehow she always ended up playing the baby. Finally she reached where the other kids were gathered and where a lot of the toys were.

“Hi Tham!” Patty said as Sam crawled up next to her.

Patty was very grown up. She was almost potty trained and could talk, even if it was with a lisp thanks to her missing front teeth. Sam couldn’t talk, she could only babble. Yet, for some strange feeling, she felt like she hadn’t always been like that. Deep in her mind she thought she could remember talking, and talking like a grown-up like Mommy or Mrs. Webster.

“Want to play with the dollieth?” Patty asked.

Sam’s very brief introspection came to a halt as she was offered the chance to play. She loved to play and eagerly nodded to Patty who led her over to the big doll’s house in the corner. There were a lot of benefits to the on campus pre-school, students rarely had kids with them so there were always more toys than children. Sam wasn’t very good at counting but the room wasn’t too busy. Though there were still too many yucky boys for her liking!

For the next hour Sam got lost in a pretend world. She and Patty made elaborate little stories for their dolls and acted them out. If Sam was honest it was Patty coming up with the stories, Sam often had trouble thinking clearly with the fog in her brain and even if she did have an idea she couldn’t tell her friend. She couldn’t talk or write after all.

“Hello, are you two having fun?” Mrs. Webster crouched down next to the two girls.

“Yeth, Mith.” Patty lisped.

“Good, well, I don’t want to distract you for too long but I need to check Sam.” Mrs. Webster said with a smile.

Sam felt the back of her dress get lifted up and a large hand cupped the rear of her diaper. She waited, feeling impatient to get back playing as she was checked. The hand patted the front and then the teacher pulled the waistband back. Finally she let go but Sam wasn’t able to go back to the dolls.

“I think we need to change this wet little girl.” Mrs. Webster said.

Sam was lifted into the air. She started to whine and reach out for the dolls but Mrs. Webster kept a strong hold of her. She wriggled with no thought of what a fall from this height might do to her, she just wanted to play. Sam wasn’t the only child in the building to be in diapers, she knew that much, and there was a changing table that was fully stocked in a side room just off to the side. Sam wanted to tell Patty to wait for her but when she tried to speak she could only make unintelligible gibberish. Patty just smiled at her without comprehending a thing Sam tried to say.

Sam was taken into the smaller room and taken to the changing table. She was sat on the edge of the table with Mrs. Webster’s hand holding on to her front to not let her fall. The teacher unzipped the back of Sam’s dress and pulled it over her head leaving the small girl naked apart from her diaper.

“There’s no need to fuss.” Mrs. Webster said, “This will only take a minute and then you can go back to playing with your dollies.”

Sam was laid back and the tapes of her disposable were pulled off. She looked up at the ceiling as she was changed. This was a process she was used to and she knew her input wasn’t needed. Instead she looked up at the happy pictures on the ceiling showing a smiling moon with a cow jumping over it. Her legs were lifted up and when they were lowered there was a fresh diaper, before she knew it she was back in her dress and being carried back out into the main play area.

“Play nice.” Mrs. Webster said as she carefully placed Sam back on the ground.

Sam scampered away on her hands and knees. She went round the quiet corner that was used for reading and saw the doll house she had been playing at before. The dolls were on the floor in front of the house and Patty was nowhere to be seen. Sam frowned.

“Hello.” A little boy said.

Sam turned to see the boy picking his nose and looking over Sam to the dolls. Sam screwed her face up, she didn’t like the boys, they played too rough and Patty said they had cooties. Before she could do anything she looked down to the boy’s shirt which showed an old propeller airplane doing a loop.

Sam saw images flash through her mind of herself on a plane. At first they looked like the cartoon on the boy’s shirt but they slowly morphed into something very real. She looked around at the pre-school and knew this wasn’t right. She felt dread threatening to consume her as she tried to hold on to the lucidity that seemed to flicker in her brain. The part of her mind that was locked up and a passenger so much of the time was back in control but she knew it wouldn’t be for long.

“He… He… Help!” Sam tried to say. The words were garbled but they were almost understandable.

“Huh?” The boy frowned as he looked down at Sam.

“I… I…” Sam started as she thought of the fog that was already threatening the edges of her mind.

“Sam!” Patty called out, “Come over here!”

Sam’s adult mind disappeared completely as she whipped her head round to see Patty standing over by the art area. Sam flopped on to hands and knees and started crawling forwards with her padded rear held up the air. Any thoughts she had disappeared into the ether as she crawled over to see what her friend wanted.

A couple of hours, a couple of juice boxes and a couple of diaper checks later it was time for lunch. Sam was picked up by Mrs. Webster and carried over to the highchair that had been set up for her. Whilst she was sat in the infantile seat all the other kids also took their places. Most didn’t require a highchair and were sat at the low table in low plastic seats. They had paper plates with a sandwich, piece of fruit and a candy bar.

In contrast to the more yummy food most of the other kids were eagerly tucking into Sam had a bowl of mush placed in front of her. The tasteless food was a common part of her diet. Mommy made sure most of her food was in a similarly mushy state, Sam never questioned it though she wished she was allowed solid food more often.

“OK, Sam, open up for your lovely num-num.” Mrs. Webster said as she loaded up the spoon and brought it up to Sam’s lips.

Sam did as she was told and briefly chewed the food before swallowing it. As she ate she looked on enviously to the bigger kids eating the much yummier food. Sometimes Patty saved Sam a little bit of her lunch and after the bland food she usually ate it was like an explosion of flavour on her tongue. She hoped she would get some today.

There was a baby bottle on the tray and Sam felt very grown up when she was allowed to pick it up herself to drink the sweet juice within. By the time the bowl had been scraped clean she was feeling full and sluggish. As she finished her bottle she let out a big yawn.

“Tired baby.” Mrs. Webster said as she used Sam’s bib to clean up her face, “We’ll put your down for a nap in just a minute.”

Sam never liked nap time. She always wanted to be playing rather than sleeping but as she sat in her highchair and watched the adults put everything away she could hardly keep her eyes open. As she waited she felt her diaper growing warmer around her. She knew it wasn’t her choice but she certainly hoped she was going to get a change before being put in the crib.

When Sam was finally let out of the highchair she was indeed taken for a diaper change. Her wet diaper was replaced by a dry one as Mrs. Webster cooed at her and tickled her tummy. Sam giggled and writhed on the padded table top until she was lifted and taken to the crib in the main play room. Just like the highchair, Sam was one of the few to be put in a crib with most of the other children on fold out beds. Sam was laid down with a pacifier between her lips she smiled as Patty ran over to take the bed next to her.

Sam’s dreams were disturbing and vivid. She tossed and turned as she saw images in her mind of a nursery where she was strapped down as words and images flashed on a screen in front of her. She called out for Mommy to help her but no one came. The dream shifted to an airport where she felt lost. She was stood in the middle of a terminal looking around for Mommy who wasn’t there. She started running looking desperately between adult’s legs until she saw Mommy in the distance. Sam started to run towards her but couldn’t seem to get closer, every time she pushed past one pair of legs Mommy seemed further away. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, she spun around to see Mommy…

Sam jerked up and breathed heavily as she sucked her pacifier. She was back in the crib and the rest of the pre-school was silent except for some heavy breathing and soft snores. It was the same dream Sam always had, or at least a variation. They always involved the flashing words, the airport and Mommy grabbing and scaring her at the end. They sometimes varied but they always left Sam with a feeling of dread. A feeling that there was something missing.

Sam didn’t have long to think about her nightmares though as she felt her tummy cramp. She didn’t hesitate to get up to her feet and squat down whilst holding on to the bars. Just as the nightmares were common when she was asleep so was waking up with a tummy ache.

With a deep breath Sam pushed down. After just a second she felt a hot mush spreading against her skin. A diet of mostly liquids and soft foods meant her mess was loose and practically poured out of her like a mudslide into her underwear. Sam let her breath out as she finished. She didn’t like this feeling, she didn’t like being wet but it was even worse when she was poopy, it just felt… wrong.

Sam’s bottom lip trembled and before she knew it she was crying. She fell back on her butt and her full diaper squished around her. She took a deep breath and got just a hint of the smell coming from her diaper as she loudly wailed. Her eyes swam with tears but beyond the bars she saw Mrs. Webster hurrying over to her. Sam lifted her arms ready to be picked up.

“Oh dear, what’s the matter, baby?” Mrs. Webster asked as she stepped on the crib’s release and let the side rattle down.

Sam didn’t say anything. She knew she didn’t need to. When she cried an adult came to see her and always checked the same things. The first of these things was always her diaper and so it was that Mrs. Webster’s hand went down to Sam’s rear and felt the lumpy mess.

“No need to cry, baby.” Mrs. Webster said as she pat Sam on the butt, “We’ll get you changed right away, OK?”

Sam’s tear were already starting to calm as she was carried across the play room and to the changing table. It took a lot longer to change a messy diaper than a wet one but for Sam the process was the same. She laid back and stared at the ceiling as she waited for the adult to finish. By the time she was clean and taken back into the play room the beds were being put away and the kids were all playing again.

Back in the play room Sam was put on the floor and she quickly crawled across the room to where she saw Patty. Together they played for the rest of the afternoon with the same small interruptions as the morning.

At the end of the day students with kids started coming to pick them up.  Sam was sat in the reading corner when Patty ran off to be greeted by her Mommy. Mrs. Webster was reading the children a story about a happy bunny rabbit going on an adventure. Sitting on a beanbag, Sam was kind of zoning out, she knew she was going to be picked up soon and for some reason it filled her with a feeling of dread that she couldn’t place.

It’s because you shouldn’t be here! You can’t spend your whole life like this!

Sam frowned. The voice she heard in her head sounded like her own but at the same time it wasn’t her. She sucked harder on her pacifier as she watched another couple of children get picked up. Was the voice an imaginary friend? Patty had told her about those and they sounded fun!

I’m you… The real you. You aren’t a baby! You have to fight the-…

“Sam? Come on, baby, you’re Mommy’s here.” One of Mrs. Webster’s assistants said with a smile.

The voice was promptly forgotten as Sam crawled up to the assistant and was picked up. Sam saw Mommy waiting at the entrance with the stroller, she seemed a bit tired from her work but was smiling warmly as she took Sam and placed her in the pushchair.

“Did you have fun?” Jess asked.

Sam nodded her head. She started babbling about her day but, of course, no one could really understand her. The adult simply smiled indulgently as she mimed the things she had done. Professor Hughes walked behind the stroller and started pushing it out of the building and towards home.

Jess lived not far from the campus in a tall apartment building. The apartments were large, spacious and perfect Jess. Sam liked it as well, she had a big nursery as well as a lot of room to crawl around in the living room. They were a few floors up off the ground as well and Sam liked to sit in front of the window and look at all the people running around far below.

Sam was rolled into the elevator and felt the strange sensation in her tummy as they started going up. There was a small ding and then they were heading down the corridor to the front door. Once inside Sam was eager to get out of the stroller and to her toys in the playpen.

“Alright, hold your horses.” Jess said with a chuckle as Sam pulled against her restraints.

Sam was lifted out of the stroller but before she was placed in her pen she could feel Mommy checking her diaper. She was wet but didn’t think she needed a change right away and it seemed Jess agreed as she was put down and the professor walked into the kitchen to presumably start dinner.

Sam’s life at home wasn’t all that different to the life she led at pre-school. After some playing and watching colourful cartoons on television she was taken for dinner. Much like at pre-school that meant sitting in the highchair and being fed baby food. After that Sam was undressed and carried into the bathroom. She was already yawning as a very shallow amount of water was put in the tub and she was lowered into the tub. Mommy was always very careful to make sure Sam was sparkly clean all over before wrapping her in a towel.

At this point Sam was often practically already asleep. She would be placed on the changing table to be diapered before being put in a onesie, or a footed-sleeper if it was cold, and then placed in her crib. It was a routine she knew well and she liked it, babies love routine.

“I told you that you would be better off with someone to look after you, didn’t I?” Jess said as she reached through the bars and stroked Sam’s cheek with her fingers, “You fought me and fought me but look at you now. Safe, happy and protected. A baby that wants for nothing.”

Sam was only half-awake. Her Mommy often spoke to her like this before she drifted off to sleep but she never really knew what Mommy meant. She saw the tall woman smiling though so she smiled as well.

“Goodnight.” Jess said quietly. She kissed two of her fingertips and reached in to brush Sam’s forehead.

Sam was already asleep by the time the light was switched off. The little green frog nightlight provided the only illumination as Sam rolled over with a chorus of crinkles and drifted off to sleep. Her last thoughts, ones that escaped through the fog in her tired mind, were ones that she would never remember.

I’m not always going to be like this… Am I?

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Sam is suddenly awoken by banging. Initially scared, her confusion only grows when a stranger bursts in whilst arguing with Jess. The stranger has a tantalising offer but can Sam accept it?

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Bang. Bang. Bang.

Sam’s eyes snapped open as she heard a thumping coming from somewhere in the apartment. At first she thought it might’ve been in her dream. She had been on that plane again. The plane where everything just felt… wrong.

Bang. Bang Bang.

This time Sam jumped and twisted her body to look towards the nursery door. It was open just a crack so that she could see through the living room to where the front door was. It sounded like when someone knocked but much louder. When the doorbell rang loudly and shrilly Sam knew there must be someone at the door and they were apparently very keen to come in. Sam pulled her stuffed bunny closer to her and clutched it to her chest.

Sam heard footsteps walking quickly past the doorway from the direction of Mommy’s bedroom and heading to the front door. Sam’s Mommy was wrapped in her dressing gown, she stopped a couple of feet from the front door. Sam sat up and felt the warmth of her wet diaper pressing against her as she did so. She felt worried, something was wrong.

“Who is it?” Mommy’s voice called out.

Sam couldn’t hear the response but she saw Mommy’s eyes widen in apparent surprise. She scooted forwards on her knees and clutched the bars of the crib in front of her, she pressed her face into the space and stared at the scene unfolding at the door. The front door opened and after some words she couldn’t fully hear were exchanged Mommy stepped back to let the stranger in. That was a surprise for Sam, Mommy rarely ever let strangers into the house. At least she could more easily hear their conversation now.

“Where is she?” The stranger said. Sam could see her a little more clearly now. She had dark brown hair put up into a bun. She reminded Sam of a teacher.

“Miss. Friedrich, I don’t know how you found me but please say your piece and leave.” Jess said impatiently.

“I’m here to take Sam.” The woman called Miss. Friedrich said.

“Excuse me?” Jess replied in apparent disbelief.

“She doesn’t belong with you.” Miss. Friedrich continued, “You kidnapped her and keep her brainwashed. It’s time to end this.”

“Keep your voice down please.” Jess growled, “Or you’ll upset the baby.”

“She isn’t a baby!” Miss. Friedrich shouted.

Sam took a sudden intake of breath. She held her bunny closer and brought it up to her face to hide herself though she still peeked over the top. Her Mommy seemed to be speechless for the moment and shot only the briefest look at the nursery.

“She requires my protection regardless.” Jess replied with warning, “Now please leave before I call security!”

“You call security and I’ll call the police!” Miss. Friedrich exclaimed, “You may have given her a new identity but they can still check fingerprints and DNA. They’ll find out who she really is!”

“Do I have to remind you that you were in those labs too?” Jess asked. Her voice had become a low hiss, “Your name is all over those documents. If you call the cops on me I’m taking you down too.”

“Go ahead!” Miss Friedrich raised her arms into the air as if challenging the professor, “I haven’t been able to sleep since we did those damn experiments. When I heard she had gone missing and you came back from a mysterious vacation it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. You were obsessed with her the moment she arrived for her first session.”

“What’s your point?” Jess asked, “None of that changes anything. You were still involved.”

“My point is that I don’t care.” Miss. Friedrich shook her head, “Take me down with you if you want, Sam will still be free.”

“You couldn’t undo the triggers at this point anyway!” Jess threw her hand up dismissively, “Those words have buried deep and spread their roots!”

“I’m taking her!” Miss. Friedrich raised her voice and Jess seemed to shrink slightly.

Sam could only see through a tiny gap in the door. She saw the stranger push her Mommy to the side and stomp towards the nursery. She backed away from the bars and inadvertently pulled the poppers on her onesie apart revealing her wet status. The door suddenly opened and Miss. Friedrich appeared. She looked around the room and she pursed her lips until her eyes fell on Sam.

“You see?” Jess appeared behind the woman. Whilst Miss. Friedrich looked stoic and quite calm Jess’s eyes were wide and she seemed more frantic than Sam had ever seen her before, “I’m taking care of her. Sam wants for nothing. She’s the happiest little baby in the world!”

“I see a young woman you are keeping as a pet.” Miss. Friedrich said as she walked over to the crib. Her voice dropped and a look of real sympathy came across her face, “Sam. I’m so sorry. I’m going to help you.”

Sam was confused. She didn’t know who this woman was, she didn’t know why she was apologising and half the words that had been said in the last few minutes made no sense to her. The stranger had said she wasn’t a baby but that was just silly. She twitched slightly, that voice deep inside her became a little louder.

“She needs care!” Jess said, “She doesn’t need you coming in here and… confusing her.”

“She needs to grow up.” Miss. Friedrich replied.

“You’re crazy!” Jess let out a mad laugh, “You really think you can “rescue” her? Look, she’s a baby. She’s been a baby for a year and she’ll be a baby for many, many more!”

I’m not a baby!

There was that voice again. The same one Sam had heard in the pre-school. She looked around her but, of course, there was no one else in the crib. The fog seemed to lift a little more, the words the adults were saying made a little more sense and in the back of her mind a thought formed. This wasn’t right. Something was badly wrong.

“Sam. Look at me.” Jess called out.

Sam looked over to her Mommy, the woman who had cared for her for as long as she could remember... Wait, that wasn’t right. There was a time before. Sam could remember half-formed thoughts that felt like a different life. Birthdays, school, college… her parents. She could see her Mommy in her head and it wasn’t Jess. The fog cleared a little more.

“Sam. Do you want to go home?” Miss. Friedrich asked. This stranger Sam had only the vaguest memory of was offering to take her away from this apartment and Jess. To where she would go, she had no idea.

It felt like the two halves of Sam’s brain were at war. One half thought this stranger was crazy and she wanted Mommy to kick her out. She wanted Mommy to pick her up and cuddle her, to tell her that everything was alright and everything was how it should be.

The other half, an increasingly loud voice that was seemingly winning the battle was screaming at the rest of her to agree. That going anywhere else was better than this and that this was her chance to escape. To be an adult again.

“You belong with me, Sam!” Jess said loudly. She sounded manic, “You’ve always belonged with me! I’m the only one that can keep you safe! Be a G O O D  L I T-…”

“Not another word.” Miss. Friedrich covered Jess’s mouth. Stopping Jess before the trigger regressing Sam could be said.

With Jess still struggling to pull the hand away from her mouth Miss. Friedrich looked at Sam again. Sam was struck by how austere this woman looked, she reminded Sam of a teacher, not a kindly teacher like Mrs. Webster but a disciplinarian. The type of teacher Sam remembered hating at school. But she hadn’t been to school yet, was it a memory or something else? She was very confused.

“Sam. Do you want to go home?” Miss. Friedrich asked.

The fog had cleared but when Sam tried to reply she found she could only babble uselessly. She saw Miss. Friedrich look taken aback, it seemed she didn’t think Sam would be so helpless. Sam blushed; she wasn’t sure why but she knew she should be embarrassed. Finally, she did the only thing she could do, she nodded her head in a big, exaggerated motion.

“Now, Jess, I’m going to uncover your mouth.” Miss. Friedrich said, “But if you try using one of these triggers you’ll be on the floor and by the time you come to you’ll have the police asking some interesting questions, is that understood?”

Jess looked pained. Her eyes were tearing up and she was staring at Sam with terror. Whether it was fear of being arrested or of losing her “little girl” Sam didn’t know. She felt so confused and even as she realised she shouldn’t be a baby she was struggling with the events that had led here, the fog was constantly threatening to come down completely. She was lucid, but it felt like she had to concentrate to stay that way and it was difficult. It would’ve been far easier to just sink into the unthinking ignorance she had been fighting back. Finally, Jess nodded and Miss. Friedrich slowly let Jess go.

“If you make any move to follow us, I’ll call the police. If you try to come and get Sam I’ll call the police. If you tell anyone what happened here, I’ll call the police.” Miss. Friedrich said, “Am I understood?”

Jess nodded her head. The way she stared at Sam seemed to go right through the small woman. It was as if her very look could force her back into the fully regressed mind-set that Sam was desperately trying to keep away. Sam was a baby. No, she was an adult. No, she was helpless. No, she just needed some help. Her brain was at war with itself and the temptation to give up and let the baby side win was strong, almost irresistible.

The side of the crib came down and Sam was picked up by Miss. Friedrich. She was carried rapidly out of the house without stopping to pick anything up. She looked back and saw Mommy, no, she was just Jess. Following them to the front door with tears running down her face. She looked sad, but more than that, she looked apoplectic with anger. There was a fury on her face Sam didn’t remember ever seeing before. It was genuinely frightening.

Miss. Friedrich didn’t seem to notice. She remained silent as she carried Sam to the elevator and went down to the parking lot at the bottom of the building. Sam was caught in a whirlwind of confusion; her poor mind couldn’t get a grip on everything that was happening. She felt like she needed the world to just stop for a bit to let her catch up.

Miss. Friedrich’s shoes thudded against the concrete floor of the echoing parking lot as she carried Sam to the far corner. There was an SUV there and as they approached the lights flashed. The austere woman opened the rear passenger door and placed Sam into a child’s safety seat. Sam looked around nervously as she was buckled in.

“Can you… say something?” Miss. Friedrich asked quietly as she adjusted the straps, “Anything?”

Sam opened her mouth but infantile nonsense is all that flowed out. Miss. Friedrich pursed her lips and looked concerned as she closed the door. She went to the driver’s seat and after just a second of adjusting her chair they pulled out of the parking lot together.

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[CDfm]

Wow. This is quite the story.  I did go back and read the first part in the airport and the flight home.  I don’t even know quite sure what to say.  I never find myself speechless but here I am. Obviously I have a very bad taste for Jess and I am very concerned for Sam. I am hopeful that Miss Friedrich is successful in getting Sam away.  I am concerned about Sam’s mental state because it seems she is regressing now without the need for any triggers. I guess about all that really matters is that I am really looking forward to seeing how all of this is going to work out. Great job Elfy!  

[Elfy]

Sam is out of Jess's apartment but that doesn't mean she is safe. A road trip with her mysterious rescuer awaits and then, at the other end, her new home.

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The next few days were bizarre for Sam. It turned out that Miss. Friedrich lived a long way away as they drove all day and stopped at motels for the night. Sam was essentially locked into her car seat for hours at a time with nothing to occupy her, Miss. Friedrich said next to nothing for most of the trip, the few times she did speak it was when making orders at diners or on the phone. Sam was quickly getting the impression that this woman wasn’t the most maternal.

Despite the tumult in the nursery at her Mommy’s apartment nothing seemed to immediately change. Sam was fed by Miss. Friedrich in a highchair and when she needed diaper changes the new woman seemed to be very impatient but did them all the same. Sam got the impression she didn’t like her which just made the situation all the more awkward, strange and inexplicable.

The one benefit for Sam being left bored in the car for so long was that it gave her time to think. The fog of regression had parted in the nursery but over time it seemed a little easier to hold on to the small part of her mind that insisted she was an adult. She started listening to that voice more often. A few memories started to return, she remembered how she had ended up with Jess but there were still massive gaps in her memory.

The biggest problem the pair seemed to be having was that the diapers Miss. Friedrich had brought with her weren’t the best. They were a little too big and not quite thick enough which meant that on several nights of their long road trip Sam ended up soaking through the diaper and ruining the sheets.

“Really? Again?” Miss. Friedrich said one morning when she had woken up and went to check on Sam.

What could Sam say? Her control was at nil and, just like a baby, she was utterly reliant on the diapers to stop her from making mess. She was sat on Miss. Friedrich’s hip later as, yet again, the larger woman had to apologise to the staff and pay extra for the cleaning. Each time it happened Sam knew she should be embarrassed but her regressed brain struggled to work out exactly why.

What Sam noticed more than anything was that Miss. Friedrich didn’t seem to know how to “deal” with her. She had gathered that the older woman felt guilty for what had happened to Sam but it was also obvious she had no experience with babies or young children. It was clear from every interaction that Miss. Friedrich didn’t know how to talk to a “child.”

Sam lost track of time. She never had a firm grasp on it in the first place since her regression but days past as she was driven across the country. In all that time Miss. Friedrich barely spoke to her any more than she had to. Sam was starting to get nervous whether she was being taken to a better place at all.

“We’ll be home soon.” Miss. Friedrich said as the car continued down the highway.

After hours of silence it was a shock for Sam to hear her voice. Whilst she was becoming increasingly certain that leaving Jess’s “care” was the right thing to do she really had no idea what was waiting for her at the other end of this journey. Sam wondered if she would be going home to her parents. It was a thought that filled her with equal parts excitement and dread. She couldn’t return home whilst like this.

Sam had spent a lot of her journey home asleep. Every time she woke up her memory felt a little clearer but, to her frustration, none of her adult abilities seemed to return. Whilst she could remember more of her previous life she still couldn’t speak, walk or even stop herself from peeing and pooping whenever and wherever. She woke up one early afternoon and found the car stopped, she had assumed they were at yet another motel when Miss. Friedrich opened the door and undid the restraints. She lifted Sam into the air and started towards a house.

“Welcome home.” Miss. Friedrich said rather stiffly, “For now at least.”

Sam felt nervous as she was carried through the front door and into the house. The differences between Jess’s apartment and this home were quite stark on first look. Miss. Friedrich’s abode appeared to be quite a bit more old-fashioned than the apartment. It felt cosier though it was far from cluttered or a place that reminded Sam of her grandparents’ houses.

“We should go upstairs and… talk.” Miss. Friedrich said. It was clear she knew this would be a one-sided conversation.

Sam could feel Miss. Friedrich’s discomfort. The way she spoke to Sam, the awkward way she carried her and the lack of communication on their long drive showed she didn’t quite know how to act. Sam found herself wishing she had her pacifier to suck on even though she knew she shouldn’t want or need it.

Upstairs Sam was taken down the landing to the door at the end. When it was pushed open Sam gasped and immediately started to panic. The room was a fully stocked nursery. A wooden crib in one corner, a changing table on the opposite side with shelves full of baby diapers and changing supplies. There were toys and even a rocking horse. It felt more old-fashioned than Sam’s previous nursery but unmistakably for a small child.

“Stop wriggling around!” Miss. Friedrich demanded, “I want to talk!”

Sam didn’t stop. She was panicking and pretty soon afterwards she burst into loud baby-like tears. She had thought being taken away from Jess would mean going home but now it seemed she had just escaped one kidnapper for a different one. At least with Jess she knew what to expect, this woman seemed more severe and Sam was terrified of what would happen next.

“Stop crying.” Miss. Friedrich commanded irritably.

Obviously Miss. Friedrich’s words had no effect on the emotionally led and panicking Sam. Whilst she had regained some of her memories, she was very much still a totally regressed adult. Her emotions were wild, unpredictable and completely out of Sam’s control. Her little arms and legs flailed as she tried hopelessly to fight against this woman who was now holding her at arm’s length.

“If I put you down will you stop?” Miss. Friedrich asked with an exasperated sigh.

After several more seconds of Sam’s inconsolable tears the baby-brained adult was lowered to the floor. As soon as her feet touched the play mat underneath her she dropped to her hands and knees and started crawling for the door in an uncoordinated fashion.

Sam saw a shadow move across the room as Miss. Friedrich stepped over her and pushed the door closed. Sam saw her chance to escape disappear and immediately collapsed on her front. She banged her fists and feet against the floor as she screamed and cried.

“Sam, would you listen to me?” Miss. Friedrich asked with quickly growing impatience, “Please just-… Sam!”

Sam couldn’t hear Miss. Friedrich at all. She was too lost in the raging torrent of her emotions. She wanted to be back home with Mommy again, at least she was safe there. She didn’t know this woman, she had promised to take her home but now she was in a whole new nursery!

“I really don’t want to have to do this…” Miss. Friedrich said as she looked down at Sam’s wriggling form.

In what little rage Sam could muster through her fear and sadness she did her best to hit the much taller woman. All that really amounted to was ineffectively slapping Miss. Friedrich’s ankles with her barely coordinated hands. From above her Miss. Friedrich let out a sigh and shook her head.

“Sam… B E H A V E.” Miss. Friedrich ordered.

Like a switch had been flipped Sam’s tantrum abruptly stopped. The trigger implanted firmly in Sam’s brain activated and the small woman had no choice but to obey. Her hands and feet hit the floor and stayed there as she awaited orders like a robot. Now that her wailing had stopped she could hear Miss. Friedrich sighing with annoyance. Internally Sam was panicking even more. This woman knew about the hypnotic commands just like Mommy had done, Sam was completely at her mercy.

“I really didn’t want to have to use those ghastly triggers but you really left me no choice.” Miss. Friedrich said, “You wouldn’t let me explain.”

Two hands grabbed Sam’s midsection and lifted her into the air. Sam yet again saw the nursery and shuddered though she couldn’t start crying again. The trigger had taken control of her emotions and left her like an automaton. Miss. Friedrich carried Sam over to the crib, the side was down and she perched on the edge with Sam straddling her lap and facing her. Sam thought she was sneering at her but it may just have been a grimace of disgust.

“I’m sorry.” Miss. Friedrich said tightly, “I’m not good with children. I don’t particularly care for them, in truth.”

If this was supposed to be calming Sam down it was failing. Outwardly she showed little emotion but inwardly Sam was more anxious than ever. A small part of her was a little annoyed at being called a child when she remembered enough to know that wasn’t true but it was dwarfed by concern over what this woman wanted.

“I had to use the trigger because I need to explain some things and you were being… unreasonable.” Miss. Friedrich continued, “Firstly, my name is Isabelle. You may call me Izzy… when you’re able to speak.”

Sam hadn’t been able to properly speak for a long time. To be perfectly honest she had forgotten how though how much of that was because of the triggers and how much was because she was so out of practice she wasn’t sure. For the first time since she saw the nursery she started to feel a little more hopeful. If she was going to be allowed to speak that would be a major step up from where she had come from.

“I arranged this nursery because I thought it would be easier for you. Less culture shock.” Isabelle pursed her lips, “And I need a place to put you for the time being. I don’t know how much you heard back at the apartment but… I’m responsible for you being like this. I was part of Jess’s team. I’ve felt a lot of guilt and I want to make things right. Admittedly it’s starting to look like a harder task than I imagined…”

Sam’s mouth was open as she listened and a line of drool was hanging out and falling over her onesie. Inside her diaper there was a burst of warmth as the already wet padding became saturated with a fresh wetting. She was the picture of a tiny baby.

“I want to undo the damage.” Isabelle continued after looking Sam up and down doubtfully, “I don’t know if I can, I admit. But I want to try. Do you want to be an adult again?”

Sam nodded her head immediately. Partly the trigger was responsible for her prompt response but even without it she would’ve eagerly agreed. She could remember more and more of her adult life. She wanted the friends, she wanted her family, she wanted to go back to college and be as normal as she could.

“Good.” Isabelle smiled with thin-lips, “Now there isn’t really a guide on how these things work. Professor Hughes was very much operating at the cutting edge but I’m hopeful that just not using the triggers for a while will dull their effects and we should see progress. I didn’t want to use one today but you were being unruly. I’ve never had children and, as I said, I don’t particularly care for them, but I’ve read some books and I think I know the basics. I’ll be observing you for signs of progress and once you’re better you can go home.”

Sam felt her heart swell.

“I assume you want to go home?” Isabelle asked.

Sam nodded her head so fast she nearly toppled backwards off of Isabelle’s lap. Suddenly the fear had been replaced with excitement. She wanted to go home more than anything, her heart ached for her family who must have assumed the worst, but she also didn’t want to go home like this. Living as a baby was humiliating enough but being returned to her parents like that would surely make her collapse dead with shame.

“Alright.” Isabelle stood up, “Judging by that warmth I felt on my lap you need a change. Obviously until you start making progress I’m going to have to keep looking after you. Be sure to know I’m as keen for you to get past this as you are. I detest having to change diapers.”

Sam was blushing a bright red. She didn’t know her diapers radiated the heat of her accidents to that extent. Her head was spinning, there was just so much to take in and her brain had flip-flopped from hope to despair and now back to hope. She wished she could tell Isabelle that Jess hadn’t used many triggers on her recently and it seemed to make no difference.

The changing table was different to the one Jess had but it felt the same to Sam. The padding was very similar and as she was laid down on top of it she could only watch Isabelle preparing changing supplies. Sam had been changed by a few people since her second babyhood had started and Isabelle was by far the most awkward, she had said she didn’t like children and it was obvious she wasn’t used to dealing with them. Sam got the impression this woman was going to be very strict.

“These should fit.” Isabelle said as she pulled a diaper out, “I had to guess the size.”

Sam saw the diaper. It was babyish just like the ones she was used to but these ones had Sesame Street art decorated on the tape landing zone. Sam could see a big smiling Elmo giving her the thumbs up. She really hoped she wouldn’t need them for long.

The change was a little haphazard. Isabelle nearly forgot the baby powder that she had placed on the edge of the table and ended up knocking the used one to the floor, thankfully it had already been balled up and taped closed. Sam was grateful when it was over even if the new diaper was a little wonky. It felt a little too big and slipped a little bit as she moved.

Sam was pulled to a sitting position as the poppers of her onesie were closed. Then Isabelle stood awkwardly next to the table. It seemed the older woman hadn’t made plans for what to do next. She looked at Sam and pursed her lips, Sam almost automatically looked away.

“Well, I suppose I should finish getting you settled in.” Isabelle said.

Sam was picked up again and taken for a more thorough look at the house. Aside from the nursery it was clear that Isabelle had put a lot of time and money into getting her home ready for Sam. She showed off the playpen that was currently folded up in the corner, some of the toys she had bought, the highchair in the kitchen… Sam was impressed but slightly disheartened that Isabelle thought she would be a baby long enough to need all this stuff.

“What do you think?” Isabelle asked as she placed Sam down in the highchair, “Do you like it?”

“Yeth.” Sam spoke and it took her a few seconds to realise she did it. Her eyes flew wide and she clamped her hand over her mouth.

It was hard to tell who was more surprised. Isabelle raised an eyebrow and the corners of her mouth turned up but Sam was practically bouncing on her seat. In her excitement her weak bladder gave way and she started wetting herself again. She couldn’t care less though.

“Yeth! Yeth! Yeth!” Sam repeated over and over.

Sure her voice had a very childish lisp but it was the first word she had spoken in a very long time. It felt like a huge step and it happened straight away. Sam had hoped she would be able to grow up but now she truly believed it!

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[CDfm]

Loved it!  So good to see that Sam has escaped the clutches of Jess.  I almost find it a bit unbelievable that anyone can be so ignorant about taking care of a baby as Miss Friedrich seems to be.  I hope Sam can continue with her communication skills and be able to coach her In providing for her own care. 
As always I appreciate your work and look forward to seeing more. 

[Elfy]

Not all is rosy and sunshine at the Isabelle household. It turns out that both Isabelle and Sam have some adjusting to do. A trip to the mall for supplies ends in a very unfortunate way... and someone is there to witness it all.

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“Are you even trying?” Isabelle asked accusingly.

“Yeth!” Sam pouted angrily.

“Really?” Isabelle continued the interrogation. Her lack of belief was obvious and practically dripping off the words, “Because this is the third time I’ve needed to change your diaper today.”

“I twy, Ithy!” Sam’s bottom lip trembled and she smacked the changing table either side of her in frustration.

Sam had been with Isabelle for two weeks but it felt like very little progress was being made. Sam’s vocabulary had improved slightly but she was still left sounding like a baby who had only recently started to speak, “Issy” was particularly difficult for a baby prone to lisping her words. That was about it for progress. Sam’s frustration was threatening to get the better of her constantly as she failed to do simple things that felt like they should be easy. Her limb coordination was still awful to the point that walking was exceptionally difficult and she was reduced to crawling everywhere whilst her potty training remained at rock bottom.

Perhaps the worst part of the fortnight Sam had spent with Isabelle was the caretaker herself. Sam had seen that Isabelle was awkward around her and didn’t really know or want to look after “a child” but sometimes it felt like she was outright hostile. No matter what Sam did or how much she achieved it always seemed like it wasn’t enough for Issy. It sometimes seemed like the older woman was even more impatient for progress even Sam was.

The constant wet sheets certainly hadn’t been helping matters. Each morning Isabelle would come into the nursery to find that it wasn’t just Sam’s diaper that was wet. The sheets were getting soaked every night as the diapers Isabelle put on her leaked repeatedly. Every time Isabelle had to wash the sheets it seemed like her mood towards Sam darkened. It wasn’t that she mistreated Sam, she wasn’t doing that at all, but she was very impatient.

The wet diaper between Sam’s legs was lowered and Isabelle shook her head and clucked her tongue in disapproval. Sam pouted as she was wiped clean and the wet diaper was pulled away from her.

“I feel like, if anything, you’re going through more of these than when you first got here.” Isabelle said as she pulled out a fresh baby diaper. The smiling face of Elmo seemed be making fun of Sam now.

Sam didn’t say anything. She may have regained some speech but only very basic words, she certainly didn’t have the vocabulary to tell Isabelle that she really was doing her best. Unfortunately she was kept very well hydrated and that meant accidents happened. Clearly Isabelle hadn’t been planning on changing diapers for this long.

The new diaper was unfolded and slipped under Sam’s butt. Almost immediately after the diaper was pulled up between her legs Sam felt a rumbling in tummy. She knew what it meant but only had a second before it was too late.

“Ithy!” Sam lisped desperately.

Isabelle looked up to Sam’s face as the first log started squeezing out of Sam with almost no resistance. Sam’s face burned a bright red as she automatically pushed down. Poop rushed into the diaper that hadn’t even been taped on yet. By the time she was done the stink of her bowel movement had spread all around the room. Sam slowly relaxed and opened eyes that were shimmering with tears.

“Seriously?” Isabelle asked as she shook her head. She had a look of resigned disappointment.

It was the push Sam needed to go over the edge. Her bottom lip trembled as her face screwed up, a second later she was loudly wailing like a small child in need of their mommy. Sam couldn’t help it. Maybe there was nothing she could do to fully recover from the regression she had gone through, maybe she would be a baby forever. What would Isabelle do then? She was already stern and impatient for progress, what if she decided Sam wasn’t going to get better? She wouldn’t want to look after Sam forever…

The diaper that hadn’t even been taped closed was opened and with a look of disgust Issy started another diaper change. Fortunately for all involved it was quite an easy one as there was very little of the mess on Sam’s skin and therefore it could be wiped away pretty quickly.

Sam was still crying as another diaper was unfolded and taped on to her. She was still bawling as the onesie was closed and she was picked up by Isabelle. After two weeks the taller woman still held Sam in a slightly awkward way but it was more natural than it was when she had first arrived.

“There’s no point in crying.” Isabelle said as she carried Sam away from the changing table.

Isabelle didn’t seem to realise the crying wasn’t exactly a choice Sam was making. Sam was just as frustrated as the woman looking after her and had the humiliation added on top. She was carried downstairs and put in the living room. The playpen had been set up though Sam wasn’t sure why since if she was supposed to be an adult she shouldn’t need it, Issy just said it was to keep her in one place. The problem for Sam was that the playpen was just so boring. She had nothing to do in there. To try and “encourage” Sam to grow up the television showed educational programming that put the small woman to sleep and the toys were kept away from her. It meant she could only sit and stare into space which she didn’t think would help her regression. She felt like she was in solitary confinement in prison.

Sam was mostly left alone but Isabelle would come in every now and then to bring her a bottle and check her diaper. Whenever Sam was dry or only a little damp she would get a smile and a nod of approval from her host, but whenever she needed a change Isabelle would get a look of disapproval that left Sam feeling even more frustrated. She was doing her best!

With not much else to do Sam tried to improve her body’s coordination. She would use the side of the playpen to stand up and then try to walk. She rarely ever made it more than one step before dropping down to her hands and knees. She would try to practice talking but other than a dozen or so simple words her mouth just seemed to refuse to speak them, everything came out as a garbled baby babble.

It was humiliating to not be able to do any of the simplest things and Sam quickly grew frustrated. When she failed she would cry and Isabelle would come in to comfort her. Unfortunately for Sam Isabelle’s forte wasn’t comforting “babies” and that just made things worse.

Sam started to get to know Isabelle more and she didn’t much like what she was finding out. She was strict and seemed to have a philosophy of “my way or the highway” combined with a no nonsense manner that might work in a classroom of teenagers but wasn’t much help when dealing with Sam’s predicament. Issy, as she insisted Sam call her, wasn’t actively mean, she just really shouldn’t be looking after a baby.

A fine example of Isabelle’s style of parenting came the previous day at dinnertime. Sam had been put in her highchair and a bowl of baby food was placed in front of her. Unfortunately Sam had no way to tell Isabelle she could manage solid food.

“Go on. Eat your dinner.” Isabelle had said as she handed Sam the spoon.

This was a common thing that had happened over the last couple of weeks. It was basically a test for Sam to see if she had got at all better. It took her a few attempts to pick up the spoon. It was intensely embarrassing to have to work so hard just to hold the spoon the right way up. With Issy watching Sam put the spoon in the bowl spilling some food over the side and then raised it up. It trembled precariously and half way to Sam’s mouth the spoon dropped. It hit the side of the bowl and splashed food everywhere.

Sam immediately buried her reddened face in her hands. Two weeks and she still couldn’t do something as small as feeding herself. What she felt like she needed was for Isabelle to console her and tell her that everything was going to be alright. What Sam got was Isabelle muttering in annoyance about “lack of progress” and whether Sam even wanted to grow up.

Sitting in the playpen in a recently changed diaper Sam couldn’t help but be disheartened. She was starting to think things would never get better and she had just swapped a Mommy who seemed to want her if nothing else for one that didn’t want her at all.

“We’re going out.” Isabelle walked into the room with a small pair of shoes that was presumably for Sam.

Sam turned to Isabelle with wide eyes. Going out when she had been fully regressed was, retrospectively, humiliating but now that she was even more aware it would be mortifying!

“No!” Sam said. It was one of the few words she had.

“You can’t stay cooped up all the time.” Isabelle said as she opened the gate on the playpen and sat back in the large armchair.

“No!” Sam repeated.

“Sam…” Isabelle sighed, “We need to go to the store. I can’t leave you here alone.”

Sam shook her head and crawled away to the opposite side of the playpen. She was facing away from Isabelle and was going to stand her ground but she almost immediately felt hands on her sides. She squealed as she was lifted off the floor, her hands and feet flailed and she screamed like a toddler.

“For goodness sake.” Isabelle said as she carried Sam over to the couch, “You can’t spend your whole life locked in the house!”

“Yeth!” Sam screamed. She didn’t want to leave the house until she was fully better.

Sam felt her diaper warming with fresh urine. As usual when she became highly emotional her bladder gave way. She didn’t care. The only thing Sam knew was that she couldn’t go outside like this. It would be different when she was recovered but right now it would be too humiliating even if everyone else thought she was a baby.

“Sit still!” Isabelle commanded sternly.

Sam continued to wriggle until she slipped free of Issy’s grip. She nearly fell before the larger woman got hold of her again. Issy sat down on the couch and sat Sam on her lap. Sam waited for the caretaker to say something but she simply waited. She stared at Sam with her usual stony expression to show the little woman that she wasn’t impressed. It took several minutes but eventually Sam’s tantrum blew past like a hurricane and she was left sobbing and pouting on Isabelle’s lap.

Sam’s bottom lip continued to tremble as her shoes were put on and the Velcro tabs fastened. She didn’t like Isabelle. This mean woman made her do things she didn’t want to like go outside and feeding herself when she wasn’t ready. She just seemed like a mean version of Jess and Sam wished she had decided to stay with her Mommy.

If Isabelle noticed Sam’s brooding thoughts she made no sign of recognising them. Sam was lifted up and carried into the hallway where she was shocked to see a stroller. Very much like the one that used to take her to pre-school it was another reminder of how useless she was. Sam was sat in the seat and the restraints fastened securely to stop her getting out. The small woman was simultaneously affronted that Isabelle thought such a restriction was necessary and annoyed because she really DID want to jump straight back out of the seat.

“You need to stop fighting me every step of the way.” Isabelle said as she put on her coat and opened the front door, “I know what’s best for you and until you’ve recovered you have to accept that.”

Sam’s only response was to stick her tongue out at Isabelle and then frown exaggeratedly. Isabelle went behind the stroller and a second later Sam was pushed out the door. Jess had lived in a big city but Issy’s house appeared to be in a smaller town. It was a lot quieter and there were a lot less cars around. It felt like a memory was unlocked for Sam. Her parents lived in a place just like that. She could picture her parent’s house and then, as if zooming out from above, she could remember more of the surrounding areas. She couldn’t help but smile and was glad Isabelle couldn’t see her, she wanted the taller woman to know she was annoyed with her.

The stroller was pushed down a couple of leafy suburban streets until they reached a main road. This was the first time Sam saw other people and she tried to shrink into herself as she saw them looking at her. They, of course, didn’t recognise that she was in her twenties, all they saw was a little baby being pushed in a stroller by her mommy. It didn’t make it any less embarrassing for Sam and she felt resentment that none of them saw her for the grown up she was supposed to be.

Sam’s destination soon appeared as they crossed the street towards a huge car park that had a very large building in the centre. The mall was quite a nice building to look at, the front had giant walls of glass that showed some of the stores available inside and it was towards this glass that Sam was pushed.

“We should be able to get everything we need in here.” Isabelle said.

Sam didn’t know what they needed but she found herself looking around with interest as she was pushed through the automatic doors at the front of the building to reveal a huge atrium. She looked up to see several floors running around the outer edge all the way to the roof. These floors were criss-crossed by a whole load of elevators and escalators that gave the middle of the building a rather chaotic feeling.

It was packed. The crowds were slow moving and Sam could feel Isabelle’s impatience coming through the stroller. She didn’t think Issy had much patience or time for window shopping which was fine by her if it meant they could get back home sooner.

Isabelle moved with purpose as she pushed the stroller through the crowds towards the rear of the shopping centre. Sam saw a huge baby shop looming and was peeved when it turned out to be their destination. Surely she wasn’t going to be a baby long enough to need this stuff, she thought rather hopefully.

The stroller navigated between aisles that were wider than most stores to allow room for the expected strollers. Sam was not the only person being pushed around and she found herself shyly turning away from little boys and girls when they looked at her. Now that she was fully cognizant of who she was she hated that she was seen as on the same level as these babies, even if she couldn’t do much more than they could.

“What do you think about this?” Isabelle asked.

Sam looked to the side just in time to see Issy holding out a packet of pacifiers. Each was differently coloured and all of them had pictures of Winnie the Pooh characters. Sam huffed and turned away. She was still mad at Isabelle for being dragged out of the house at all. Though she couldn’t completely disguise how much she missed her soothers, she could really have done with one right then as her anxiety was skyrocketing.

“You know it would really help me if you told me what you liked and didn’t like.” Isabelle said idly as Sam was pushed down yet another aisle of baby equipment, “It’ll be no good complaining to me later that you don’t like something…”

Sam pouted even harder though Isabelle had no way of seeing her. She wasn’t going to play the part of baby and tell her care giver what she wanted. She didn’t want any of it!

“Hi, my name is Mandy. Can I help you?” A young woman stepped forwards. She was talking over the top of Sam’s head to Isabelle.

“Maybe you can actually…” Isabelle replied.

Sam had stopped listening to what Isabelle was saying. What she couldn’t get over was how young the woman in front of them was. There was no way she could be older than Sam and that made her feel even more humiliated. Unable to control her emotions her bottom lip started to tremble and her breathing started hitching in her chest.

“Aww, it’s OK, sweetie.” Mandy bent down. Working in a store like this must’ve given her a sixth sense when it came to babies that were about to cry, “Aren’t you a pretty little thing! What’s your name?”

Sam had learnt to say her own name. It was one of the few words that had come back to her but there was no way she was going to lisp it to this stranger. It didn’t look like Mandy expected Sam to say anything anyway, she simply smiled at her and then looked up to Isabelle again.

“Her name is Sam.” Isabelle said, “You’ll have to forgive her. She’s very shy.”

“Oh, I totally understand.” Mandy chuckled, “If they’re not in strollers at that age they are usually running to hide behind Mommy’s legs!”

“Exactly.” Isabelle nodded her head, “We’ve been having a little trouble with Sam’s diapers.”

“Oh?” Mandy tilted her head.

“During the day they’ve been doing their job but at night she’s leaking all over her crib.” Isabelle sighed like a long put upon mother.

“Ah, my guess would be that her diapers are too big.” Mandy said, “When they’re standing or crawling around gravity does the work but when lying down there can be gaps at the leg bands.”

“I see.” Isabelle replied, “I thought the ones I had bought were pretty small…”

“Come with me and we’ll have a look at the options.” Mandy said with a smile, “We’ll find something to keep your little one dry.”

Sam cringed. This was torture for her and it wasn’t helped by a fresh wetting that streamed uncontrollably into her disposable. Mandy certainly knew what she was doing. Sam had to sit there as Isabelle was advised on the best baby bottles, nightlights and seemingly endless other things. By the time they headed to the checkout they were laden down with a huge amount of stuff, including smaller diapers, booster pads and a plastic sheet for the crib. If Sam hadn’t thought she was a baby before she was under no illusions of her place now.

“Are you going to be alright getting all this home?” Mandy asked as Isabelle paid.

“I’m sure I can manage.” Isabelle replied.

“We offer a free delivery service if you would like to use it. Pay now, leave some of the things here and it can be delivered tomorrow.” Mandy suggested as she started ringing up the items.

“That would actually be very helpful.” Isabelle answered, “Sure, can we schedule it for the afternoon?”

Sam had to sit and wait whilst the payment was completed and forms were signed for the delivery. After that, with Mandy giving Sam a little wave and a smile, they left the shop. It wasn’t a moment too soon for Sam, not just because she was bored and embarrassed but because her diaper was getting very wet.

“Just a couple more stops.” Isabelle said as she wheeled Sam towards a nearby elevator.

“No!” Sam exclaimed before she could stop herself. What she really wanted to say was “I would prefer to go home and do this shopping online or something and could you please change my diaper?” but her vocabulary certainly didn’t stretch that far.

“Don’t be difficult, Sam.” Isabelle said loudly, “Don’t be such a baby.”

No doubt to any of the passing shoppers it would’ve seemed like a very strange thing to say since the little girl, sitting in the stroller, clearly was a baby. However, to Sam, it felt like she was being goaded into reacting. She didn’t think she was acting like a baby at all, she just didn’t want to be embarrassed anymore. She didn’t want to see any more teenagers hanging out with friends or college kids working their part-time jobs, both reminders of what she used to have and now didn’t. Sam clenched her fists as her anger rose to overtake her embarrassment. What did it matter if she acted like a baby, no one saw her as anything else anyway. If it was a baby Isabelle wanted, Sam would show her what “acting like a baby” looked like.

Sam started to scream in a tantrum. She beat her hands and feet against the stroller and generally made a big scene of herself. People started turning to stare as her face went red. The stroller stopped suddenly and for a few seconds nothing happened. Sam actually started to wonder if Isabelle had flat out abandoned her in the middle of the mall. The tears went from frustration to fear as she considered what would happen if she had truly been abandoned.

“Sam.” Isabelle stepped around the stroller with a hardened face as if she was about to deliver bad news, “You need to calm down.”

Sam refused. Now she wasn’t just humiliated and upset but angry at Isabelle for making her feel like she had been left alone. Even as she screamed she knew it wasn’t really Isabelle’s fault and that it was just her brain overreacting to a few seconds of tension but her rational brain wasn’t able to overcome her out of control emotions.

“You are making a scene.” Isabelle stated with annoyance, “Can’t you just be a G O O D  L I T T L E  G I R L so that we can… Wait, what are you… God damn it.”

The mists in Sam’s mind that had almost cleared away completely descended quickly. She could feel her control slipping away by the second. Her consciousness was pushed back into its box and locked up as complete regression over took Sam. Immediately her crying stopped and she started giggling childishly. She started wetting her diaper as she brought her foot up to her mouth.

“Sam?” Isabelle asked with concern.

When Sam didn’t show any hint of responding Isabelle sighed with frustration and shook her head. Sam was barely cognizant of anything going on around her, the adult side of her brain completely defeated by the seemingly instinctual infantile side. She started babbling incoherently, her very limited vocabulary going away a lot faster than it had been acquired. The two weeks of progress erased in an instant.

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“You don’t have a clue what you’re doing…” The woman standing two floors above and looking down over the railings at Sam and Isabelle muttered. She was watching Sam scream and cry along with many others, “You don’t know how to look after a baby at all.”

The woman had to resist descending to the ground level to grab the baby. The crying acted like a beacon and the woman felt an instinctive pull towards the sound like any mother had since the dawn of time. She gripped the railing in front of her harder.

Just as the woman was about to walk away she saw the baby suddenly calm down. From screaming and crying the baby went silent in almost an instant. She narrowed her eyes. It was impossible to hear any normal conversations down below but she saw that Isabelle was leaned down in front of the stroller. As the baby put her foot in her mouth Isabelle’s head drooped before she stood up and returned to the handles of the stroller. A second later they were on their way towards the exit.

The woman followed their progress from above. Isabelle seemed rushed and a couple of times practically bowled people out of her way as the stroller was used like a battering ram. Once at the large glass front of the building the woman watched the stroller get pushed across the car park. She felt pangs in her heart, aches of pain that her baby was being taken away again.

The woman remained at the window watching the shrinking figures of Isabelle and Sam as they slowly moved away. It was only when the stroller rounded a corner and her direct line of sight was broken that the woman finally turned away from the window.

“Patience…” The woman said to herself as she walked towards the back of the mall, “Sam will soon know where she should be.”

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[stinky bum Sam]

Can't wait for part 2 I need getting him back 

 

[CDfm]

Great addition.  It almost makes you wonder if Sam would have been better off staying with Jess.  It doesn’t seem like she is making much progress in regaining her adult status. It also doesn’t seem like Isabelle is wanting a baby nor is she capable of careing for her.  I guess they just need to give it some time.  Time might not be available if Jess has anything to say about it.  
I will be looking forward to the next chapter. 

[ABAlex]

Read the first few chapters and I'm loving it so far. Very cute

One question- is she ACTUALLY that small, or just brainwashed into thinking she is?

[diaperboy187]

24 minutes ago, ABAlex said:

Read the first few chapters and I'm loving it so far. Very cute

One question- is she ACTUALLY that small, or just brainwashed into thinking she is?

She is actually that small

[ABAlex]

1 hour ago, diaperboy187 said:

She is actually that small

ahh ok 

[Elfy]

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Sam blinked her eyes. She was naked and in the bath with Isabelle holding her up and washing her. The stern woman was going about her work of cleaning Sam without any joy. Sam was confused about what had happened, she frowned as she tried to remember how she had ended up there. She remembered the mall and then everything seemed to go blurry, only snapshots of the time in between remained. Images of diaper changes and feedings that she couldn’t really remember.

“Ithy?” Sam said.

Isabelle stopped her soaping up of Sam’s chest and looked up into Sam’s eyes for the first time. A small smile flittered across her lips and a look clear relief seemed to soften her face a little.

“Sam? You’re back?” Isabelle asked.

Sam didn’t really know what the woman looking after her meant but she nodded her head.

“Good. I was starting to get worried.” Isabelle admitted as she started rinsing off the soap, “You’ve been “gone” for a little while.”

Sam continued to stare at Isabelle with worry until the older woman looked away.

 “I didn’t mean to use the trigger. It doesn’t help that they’re common phrases for babies…” Isabelle said finally, “It’s been three days.”

Sam felt as though her heart had stopped beating. If it wasn’t for one of Isabelle’s hands holding her up she would’ve fallen sideways into the shallow water being used to clean her. Her bottom lip trembled and she felt like she was about to have a panic attack. One small phrase accidentally uttered and three days disappeared. Three whole days where she was only vaguely aware of what was going on and completely regressed.

“It’s alright.” Isabelle said as she saw Sam’s eyes shimmer with tears, “I’ve decided on a new course of action. We’ll discuss it when you are dressed.”

The phrase “we’ll discuss it” meant that Sam would hear the plan and have to go along with it. She knew that already but she wasn’t exactly flush with alternatives. She really had no choice but to trust that Isabelle was trying to help her. A part of her wondered if the trigger usage had really been an accident.

As Sam’s bath was finished she tried out the other words she knew she could say before the regression and, fortunately, she hadn’t seemed to lose any of them. It seemed like there was no lasting damage from the trigger being used once. It made sense. At Jess’s house she had only reached a point of semi-permanent regression after a long time and with a lot of behaviour reinforcement and manipulation.

Sam was dried and then carried to her nursery naked. She was laid on her changing table and put into a fresh Sesame Street diaper. This one had Big Bird with their arms out on the front. She was then put into one of the onesies Isabelle must’ve bought at the mall. It was bright pink and covered in fluffy white bunnies frolicking and playing.

Once dressed Sam was taken downstairs and put into the playpen on the floor. Isabelle then disappeared out of the room and Sam wondered if she had forgotten her promise to tell Sam what was happening. She returned a few minutes later with a cup of coffee for herself and a baby bottle full of milk for Sam. Without hesitation the regressed woman stuck the amber teat between her lips and started drinking whilst keeping her eye on Issy. The stern woman took a sip of her coffee before placing it on the table in front of her.

“I’ve decided on a new strategy for your… rehabilitation.” Isabelle said, “Clearly just waiting for the regression to go away isn’t working so I think we have to be a bit more proactive. I’ve spoken to some connections and we have a plan. I’m going to re-raise you from the beginning.”

“Huh?” Sam grunted out as she lowered her bottle.

“Expecting you to just wake up one day and be an adult again isn’t realistic.” Isabelle said, “So we need to take it in steps. I’m pleased to say that I’ve got the first step ready to go on Monday.”

Sam still didn’t think she was getting answers and was as confused as ever. It seemed to her that Isabelle was dancing around the subject, like she knew that what she said would make Sam upset or angry.

“I have a lot of connections in education.” Isabelle continued after a pause, “So starting Monday you’ll be going to the local pre-school.”

Sam felt herself trembling. Bad memories returned. Sam had only recently escaped the pre-school that Jess had made her visit every day and now Isabelle wanted to send her back there. She started to shake her head as her earlier suspicions that Isabelle was no better than Jess not only resurfaced but strengthened.

“No!” Sam cried out as she started to sob. Panic was building within her and she was powerless to stop it.

“I can’t take any more time off work.” Isabelle explained, “I can’t leave you alone like this either. It’s only going to be for a couple of weeks. I think that being in that educational setting and around the children will help you grow in a way you can’t isolated here.”

Sam started to cry. She understood the point Issy was making but that didn’t help her accept it. It felt like a betrayal. Maybe Issy had truly given up on her after her latest regression. Saying this trip to pre-school was temporary was just to make her go and the visits would keep getting extended until Sam couldn’t remember she was an adult again!

“You have to trust me.” Isabelle finally said as she saw Sam’s tantrum coming from a mile away.

Sam had very little trust for anyone, especially people who had so recently triggered a regression episode. She started to cry and bang her hands on the floor. She expected Isabelle to do what Jess would do when she cried, she expected Isabelle to pick her up and tell her everything was going to be OK but when Isabelle stood up it was simply to turn and walk out of the room leaving Sam lying on her back flailing and screaming the house down.

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On the Monday morning Sam was as difficult as possible. She had spent the last few days pouting, resisting everything Isabelle tried to do and was just generally a nightmare to deal with. When Isabelle walked in already dressed for the day Sam scowled at her.

“Good morning.” Isabelle said simply as she went over to the changing table.

Sam rolled over to face away from her. The soggy diaper taped on to her butt crinkled loudly underneath her onesie. She was well aware that today was the day she was supposed to go to pre-school but she wasn’t happy about it. Issy had promised it would only be for a couple of weeks but Sam didn’t believe her at all. In her mind this was going to end up just as permanent as it had been with Isabelle.

The side of the crib came rattling down and Sam shuffled further away from the open side. It was futile of course, Isabelle could easily reach in and grab her. Sam refused to look at her care giver. She could do little to really resist but she wanted to make sure that Issy knew she wasn’t happy.

Sam was carried over to the changing table and laid down. The poppers between her legs were pulled apart and the stretchy material sprung up over her belly. Isabelle continued the diaper change in silence. To Sam’s annoyance it seemed like Isabelle didn’t mind at all, in fact it seemed like she welcomed Sam giving her the silent treatment.

With Sam in a fresh diaper she was picked up and carried downstairs to the kitchen. She was placed in her highchair and then Isabelle started preparing breakfast. The room was otherwise silent and Sam was annoyed that Isabelle seemed unmoved by her pouting. With Jess all Sam had to do was act upset and she would do everything she could to find out what was wrong.

“Open up.” Isabelle said as she sat down in the chair next to the highchair. She had placed a bowl of cereal on the tray and was lifting up a spoon.

Sam turned her face away and did her best to fold her arms across her chest. With the limited coordination afforded to her by her regression her attempts to cross her arms were very clumsy, it seemed clear Isabelle couldn’t see what she was trying to do.

“Come on, Sam.” Isabelle said, “You don’t want to be late on your first day.”

Sam didn’t want to have a first day at all! She let out a grunt of annoyance and kept her face turned away from both the food and Isabelle.

“How long are you going to keep this up?” Isabelle asked with annoyance, “Because if you want to go to pre-school without eating then so be it.”

Sam’s tummy rumbled. In truth she was very hungry but she still couldn’t bring herself to face the tray. Isabelle certainly wasn’t going to wait forever though. After another few seconds, just as Sam was wavering, she dropped the spoon back in the cereal and took it away. She seemed more annoyed about wasting food than Sam pouting.

“You’ll have fun once you’re there.” Isabelle stated casually as she picked Sam up.

“No!” Sam finally said. Her frustration getting the best of her.

“Oh, so you do still talk.” Isabelle replied, “I was starting to wonder.”

“Don’t wanna go!” Sam shouted.

“You’ll thank me one day.” Isabelle walked with Sam back up to the nursery.

The onesie was taken off of Sam and the small woman was dressed for the day. A creamy yellow dress with a white bow across the belly was to be her outfit. It almost seemed like something a baby would wear to a wedding or formal gathering. Despite hating how childish it was Sam had to admit it looked pretty good.

A yellow hairband was put on Sam’s head and she was given frilly white socks to complete her outfit. Once Isabelle was happy Sam was lifted up and they were swiftly taken out to the car. Sam’s bottom lip protruded as she was put in the car seat that had brought her to Isabelle’s house in the first place. The straps were securely fastened leaving Sam helpless in her seat.

The car was soon on the road and Sam could only look out the window as she was taken to pre-school for the first time. She started to feel nervous. After spending so long focusing on just trying to make things difficult for Isabelle she turned her attention to the prospect of being left with a bunch of children just like her previous stint at pre-school. It wasn’t something that filled her with joy. Unlike when she was going to pre-school Sam was fully aware of what was happening, any time she spent playing would be with the knowledge that she shouldn’t be doing it.

The car turned off the main road and into a car park next to a large hall-like building with a large red door on the front of it. Isabelle parked up and turned off the engine.

“Pweathe, Ithy…” Sam mumbled as they sat in silence for a minute, “I don’t wanna go…”

“You’ll be fine.” Isabelle replied.

It was hardly the most reassuring reply and Sam was left pouting as she was let out of her car seat and carried inside. Sam looked around at the entrance area that featured a lot of pegs for jackets and white wooden benches running underneath. From the amount of stuff hanging up and the sound coming from the main hall Sam guessed she was the last to arrive on that particular day.

“Hold on.” Isabelle said as she looked through the glass in the door, “I just need to speak to Carol.”

Sam couldn’t see much through the window. There were a bunch of cubby holes on the far side of the room underneath some large windows, it all seemed very colourful. She jumped as an older woman suddenly appeared on the other side. She hid her face as the door opened allowing the noise to briefly rise before it closed again.

“This must be Sam.” The woman said.

“Indeed it is.” Isabelle replied.

Sam felt herself being pulled away from Issy’s body and handed over to this new woman. She tried desperately to cling to the Issy but it was no use and soon she was sat on the hip of this new person. Sam assumed it was the Carol that Isabelle said she needed to speak to. She had greying hair and a fair few wrinkles, if Sam had to guess this woman was somewhere around sixty-years-old.

“I’m really not sure about this...” The woman Sam assumed was Carol said, “If parents or, god forbid, the inspector found out…”

“They won’t.” Isabelle replied confidently, “Look at her, would you suspect she was anything but a baby girl?”

Sam was held away from Carol’s body as the taller woman seemed to appraise her almost like an antique artefact. Sam felt rather put out, she didn’t like being treated like a doll or plaything. She pouted angrily until Carol brought her towards her body again.

“She’s really not a child?” Carol asked. She sounded almost in awe.

“Physically? No.” Isabelle said, “Emotionally? Yes. Mentally? Well, we’re hoping to make some progress on that front.”

“I’m only doing this because I owe you.” Carol finally said, “If anyone asks I had no idea she wasn’t a toddler, alright?”

“Of course.” Isabelle replied. She turned to Sam, “Be good. This is for the best.”

Sam disagreed. She didn’t think anything good could come from leaving her at the pre-school and humiliating her. She certainly didn’t plan to be “good.” She wasn’t happy to be there and she wanted people to know about it.

Isabelle turned and left. Sam found herself getting anxious as her caretaker got further away. When she went through the door and disappeared out of sight Sam’s bottom lip trembled. Now she was left with strangers and had no idea what they had planned for her. She hadn’t realised just how much she had been relying on Isabelle emotionally, like a small child she was instantly feeling separation anxiety.

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[CDfm]

You know it’s strange how that separation anxiety is something you never fully outgrow.  Last summer I had surgery (Shoulder replacement so nothing too serious) I was accompanied to the hospital by my daughter.  As they were wheeling me out to the OR I felt anxious leaving my daughter. I wasn’t in fear of the surgery but I didn’t want my daughter to leave. I can understand that Sam is anxious.  I hope she doesn’t get into too much trouble and actually has a good time there. 

[Elfy]

Sam has been left alone for her first day at a new pre-school. For a woman who is actually in her twenties it is a difficult adjustment, made even worse when Sam realises she is perhaps the only one there in diapers. It proves to me a very trying day...

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“Well, Sam, I can’t deny this isn’t an unusual situation.” Carol said. Sam turned her head and saw Carol looking at her with curiosity, “But your Mommy asked me to look after you and treat you like any other baby here.”

“No Mommy!” Sam exclaimed angrily. She only had one Mommy and that was Jess.

Sam paused. No, Jess wasn’t her Mommy at all. She knew that and yet kept forgetting. It was like there was a part of her brain that still believed that Jess was truly her Mommy and that eventually she would go home to her. She knew it was wrong but there was a large part of her still clutching to that idea.

“Well, the point still stands.” Carol said, “So I’m going to need you to play nice, alright?”

Sam didn’t reply but it didn’t seem to matter as Carol carried her through the door and into the main hall. In many ways it reminded Sam of the pre-school she had attended. The room was large and spacious which caused all the loud noises from the children to echo a little. There were bright colours everywhere and no matter which direction Sam looked in she saw activities and toys. The main difference between the pre-school and her previous pre-school was that she was now not in a baby’s “mind set.” She could feel some attraction to playing with the toys but she forced herself to ignore them.

Sam was placed on the ground where she wobbled dangerously. One of the things that had improved during her time with Isabelle was the strength and coordination in her legs. Whilst not too confident doing so, she could walk a little bit even if these short trips usually ended with her falling back on to her butt. A benefit of the padding she wore was that it was a mobile cushion for her.

Sam waddled away from Carol and looked around. She decidedly didn’t want to play or do anything with the babies. She wasn’t like them, she was simply a temporarily embarrassed adult. As she used chair legs to keep herself upright she felt herself wetting her diaper. She could picture in her mind the Sesame Street characters adorning her disposable fading slightly as her urine splashed around her underwear.

It wasn’t long until Sam had found a quiet corner of the room. Surrounded by shelves and with several big beanbag seats Sam walked over and almost collapsed into one. She folded her arms across her chest and pouted, she tried to look as surly as possible to stop any of the other kids from coming to talk to her. She just wanted to be left alone until it was time to be picked up.

From Sam’s position in the quiet corner she could look out and see most of her “classmates”. They seemed similar to the ones she had spent so much time with before Issy had come to get her, but whilst they were the same she was completely different. She had her adult mind back now and even if it couldn’t do most of the things she needed it to it knew enough to not want to play the baby games the toddlers were playing. Maybe the kids sensed that hostility because Sam was left alone for most of the morning.

The problem for Sam was that sitting quietly in the corner was incredibly boring. She didn’t know how much time had passed but she soon grew restless enough to climb off of her beanbag chair and start to slowly waddle around. She still couldn’t bring herself to actually play with anyone but she found some small amount of preoccupation in watching them.

“Hello.” A little girl said from behind Sam, “My name’s Olivia.”

“I’m Tham.” Sam replied. Her lisp made the other girl giggle which instantly made Sam pout.

“You sound like my little sister.” Olivia said. It was clear she was trying to be friendly but the words stung Sam nonetheless, “Do you want to come play with the blocks?”

The answer was, of course, no, but Sam didn’t have any alternatives and sitting on her own for the rest of the day made her think she might lose her mind from boredom. She reluctantly nodded and then followed the young child, who was the same height Sam was, over to the blocks that were on a low table.

“What shall we build?” Olivia asked as she pulled some blocks over to the pair of them.

Sam shrugged. She really didn’t care, she was just looking to take up time until Isabelle came to pick her up. Olivia suggested they build a castle and Sam agreed just to get things going. Sam was given some of the bigger blocks and told to make the outer wall. She realised she was being fobbed off with an easy task whilst Olivia worked on the trickier stuff, she was insulted until she realised just how uncoordinated her hands were. Sam had to concentrate very hard to stack the blocks without knocking them all over.

“Well done!” Olivia praised Sam as she managed to stack three blocks on top of each other after quite some time of trying.

Sam smiled bashfully. They continued building and were only interrupted once by Carol coming around to hand out snacks and drinks to everyone. Whilst she was at the table and Olivia was explaining what they were doing Sam felt the older woman’s hand slip under her clothes to check her diaper. She knew she was wet but evidently it wasn’t enough for a change as Carol moved on shortly afterwards. Sam noticed Olivia looking down at her waist, when Sam looked down she saw that her dress had rode up showing some of the diaper underneath, she quickly pulled it down.

“So… how old are you, Sam?” Olivia asked. Her interest in building the castle seemed to be waning as the kid’s attention was caught by other games to be played.

Sam froze up. She didn’t know what she should say. Telling this little girl she was really an adult wouldn’t work, she would never be believed. Sam had no idea what age she was supposed to be whilst at pre-school and looking around at the other kids certainly didn’t help.

“Erm, thwee?” Sam said hesitantly.

“You still wear diapers?” Olivia asked with surprise. As with most small children she didn’t have a lot of tact, “I got my big girl pants ages ago.”

Olivia lifted her dress just enough to show Sam a puffy Hello Kitty pull-up. The dress was quickly dropped back down. Sam didn’t know how old Olivia was but she certainly seemed precocious for her age. Sam blushed and looked at the crappy wall she had built in comparison to what Olivia had done, she suddenly felt smaller than ever before. It seemed that in every respect Sam was less mature than the children around her.

“OK, lunch time!” Carol called out as her helpers started rounding up the children.

A group of tables in the middle of the room had been grouped together and plastic chairs were placed all around it. The kids all went to sit down but Sam was looking to the side where a helper was bringing out a single highchair that didn’t look like it had seen use in a while.

Sam shook her head as she looked at Carol. Her cheeks blazed with humiliation and as the kids sat at the table Sam turned on to her hands and knees and started to rapidly crawl away. That was until she was lifted into the air leaving her hands and legs scrambling.

“Where are you going?” Carol said with a small chuckle, “It’s time to eat.”

“No!” Sam yelled as she desperately tried to get away.

It was hopeless, of course. Sam couldn’t dislodge herself from Carol any more than she could Jess or Isabelle. She was picked up with ease and carried over to the highchair. She still resisted as much as she was able but it wasn’t long until she was sat in it with the restraints making sure she couldn’t slip out. She scowled at Carol who didn’t seem to notice.

“Let me just put your bib on.” Carol said as the cloth fluttered down in front of Sam’s face.

This was humiliating. None of the other kids needed a bib, none of them were in a highchair either. Whilst they were fed cut up sandwiches and fruit Sam was giving a bowl of hot baby food. Carol picked up the spoon and started mixing the mushy food.

The room was quite noisy as everyone ate and talked to each other. The helpers seemed to be doing a lot of work making sure all the kids behaved themselves and occasionally took one to a door on the other side of the room. Sam frowned and watched the kids heading that way as she ate her bland lunch.

“Miss! Miss! I need the potty!” One of the little girls put her hand up and exclaimed loudly and without shame.

“Can you wait until there is someone to help you?” Carol asked.

The child shook their head quickly. Carol sighed and put the spoon down. She walked away from Sam and took the hand of the young girl before leading her towards the same door all the other kids had been going to. Sam watched and was embarrassed to realise that pretty much every one of these children had been going to the bathroom whilst she was sat in her thick diaper. Just to make matters worse her disposable was wet and she had very little idea when that had happened beyond the initial wetting when she arrived.

Sam almost felt like crying. She was more of a baby than anyone here. She looked down at the tray in front of her and the bowl of food with the spoon sticking out. Sam needed to do something to give her some pride, to remind her that she wasn’t completely helpless. She poked her tongue through her lips as she concentrated hard on grabbing the spoon. When her fingers wrapped around the plastic she felt like she had won a great victory, such a small sign of coordination felt huge.

Next Sam lifted the spoon and even though it was upside down it still had some of her lunch on it. She brought it closer and closer as it dripped all over the tray and her bib. She missed her mouth a little and some of the hot mush ended up around her mouth before she finally got it past her lips. As she tasted the blandness she felt like jumping for joy. She was doing it! She was feeding herself!

Sam tried not to think about how pathetic it was for a woman in her twenties to be so ecstatic over her own clumsy attempts to feed herself. Right then she just wanted to keep going. The spoon went back into the bowl with a little too much force and splashed food everywhere. When she brought it back to her mouth it dipped and spilled half the contents on the already stained bib. She was concentrating so hard on feeding herself she didn’t notice when people looked at her, particularly Carol who had returned with the boy and was watching the infantile display with something between amazement and pity.

By the time lunch was finished Sam had cleaned out most of the bowl. How much actually ended up in her tummy was a different matter altogether. The formerly white tray was covered in stains, the bib was soaked with food that had spilled on it and the bottom half of Sam’s face was smeared with the mush that sometimes dripped down on to herself or the floor. Despite it all Sam was beaming. It was hardly the most dignified scene but it felt like a huge step for her.

“I did it!” Sam excitedly said as Carol came over, “Look!”

Sam held her hands out as she smiled up at the teacher. The food that had missed her mouth was slowly dripping on to her front, the bib looked like a Jackson Pollock painting and the tray in front of her was pockmarked with the detritus of her lunch. Sam couldn’t understand why the pre-school teacher wasn’t as excited as she was. Of course, she couldn’t see the giant mess she had made. Carol carefully undid the restraints and lifted Sam out of the chair.

“Look at the mess you’ve made…” Carol said as she turned Sam around so she could see just how much of her lunch had ended up anywhere except in her mouth.

Sam suddenly felt embarrassed. She had been brought back to Earth with a crash and now her shame was making her angry. She was going red in the face as she was lowered to the ground. Considering she had wanted to show that she was such a big girl it felt like she had failed in the most spectacular way. Now she just wanted to hide from everyone, especially the kids who were looking at her and frowning as if they couldn’t work out why she had made such a mess everywhere.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.” Carol sighed and shook her head, “Then afterwards we’ll…”

“No!” Sam yelled.

“Sam, please don’t be difficult.” Carol looked exasperated. It was obvious she had never expected looking after an adult to be this much trouble and Sam wondered if she was going to cancel the deal with Isabelle.

Sam folded her arms across her chest and turned her face away as she pouted. She intended to be as difficult as possible. She had tried to do one thing to show she wasn’t a complete baby and it had backfired. Logic had flown out the window, now she was going to be difficult for the sake of it.

“Sam…” Carol warned.

“Will not!” Sam stomped her feet.

Sam didn’t know what her goal was but her emotions were getting the better of her. All she cared about right then was being difficult. She shouldn’t have to be at the stupid pre-school with all the stupid children and their stupid games. She was a college girl! An adult!

Sam felt hands close on her sides and she screamed as she was lifted into the air and carried across the room. She tried to wriggle free as she screamed and cried but all she achieved was attracting more attention to herself. She had her eyes closed and was thrashing so much she didn’t see where she was being taken, nor did she see that every face in the room was turned towards the screaming girl.

When Sam finally found herself descending it was on to a small stall that faced a corner where two brick walls met. She was made to sit down. Directly ahead of her in large writing and with plenty of pictures were the pre-school rules. She immediately tried to turn around but Carol held her in place.

“You’re being very naughty and you need to learn that tantrums will get you nowhere.” Carol said sternly, “You’re to stay in the corner and think about why you are here.”

Sam started to shake her head as she took great breaths that came out as sobs. Carol knelt down beside her whilst making sure Sam stayed in her seat. Sam wiped her nose with her arm and saw it come away with some of her mushy food, she had almost forgotten what a state she was in. If he had hoped her stay with Isabelle was going to be a short one she was quickly realising just how far she had fallen.

“Sam, I was told by Isabelle that you are twenty-two years-old and, despite all the evidence to the contrary, I have no reason to think she would make that up.” Carol practically whispered, “She told me that you need some help growing up, is that right?”

Sam was red in the face. She felt ashamed but slowly nodded her head.

“Then you need to start trying a little harder.” Carol continued. Her tone of voice was honeyed but the words stung, “Take a look at the kids here. You might learn a thing or two.”

Carol stood up and Sam looked over her shoulder as she went back into the room at large. She folded her arms across her chest and huffed with annoyance. She was so much older than these kids, if anything THEY should be learning from HER!

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Sam is still sitting in the corner when she decides that if she wants to get out of her situation she's going to have to put a little more effort in. That said, it is easier said than done and the next day shows just how difficult it will be.

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Sam stubbornly stared at the list of rules but couldn’t read it. To her embarrassment her literacy seemed to have evaporated during her regression. The pictures made each rule obvious though. She saw one picture of a little girl with her hands over the front of her pants talking to an adult, then the next picture had the child smiling on a potty as the adult gave them a thumbs up. She pouted again and turned her head away. Her diaper was wet and those pictures felt like they were taunting her about that fact.

It felt like Sam was stood in the corner for hours. She huffed and puffed but she just wasn’t going to be let out. I didn’t seem fair at all to her, she was an adult and deserved the same respect as the teachers. She did start to notice a few things though. As time went on she saw more and more of the kids go to one of the adults when they needed the potty, she could hear them ask and then get led to the bathroom. When they came out a few minutes later they were invariably smiling and quick to run off and start playing again.

Sam soon realised it was quite possible she was the only person there in full diapers. She pouted as she turned back to the wall, her diaper was warm and droopy around her waist but she hadn’t even realised she had needed to go until it was too late. Maybe she did deserve to be with all the little kids after all…

When Sam felt a complaint from her bowels a little later her first instinct was to just push into her diaper as she had done every day since her regression. Just before she reached the point of no return she stopped herself. She should tell Carol that she needed the potty!

Sam started to raise her hand but it was already too late. She felt the slurry in her bowels empty into her diaper. She winced as the lumpy mess pooled in the padding and pressed against her skin. With a sigh of annoyance and defeat Sam lowered her hand and leaned against the wall, she grunted and tensed up. She pushed down and finished filling her pants, the disposable sagging down even more than before. It was only a few minutes later that Issy came in to the room. Sam didn’t see her enter but she heard her voice.

“Yes, they let me out early.” Isabelle’s voice drifted over from Carol’s desk, “I thought I’d pick my little girl up early since it’s her first day.”

“Of course.” Carol replied, “Unfortunately she’s in the naughty corner at the moment.”

“The naughty corner?” Isabelle’s voice seemed a little harder and Sam cringed into herself.

“Yes, she had a bit of a tantrum after lunch.” Carol said, “I feel like she was perhaps a little overstimulated by the new surroundings.”

“I see.” Isabelle replied.

Sam almost instinctively felt like she was letting Issy down. She heard the two women approach her and she let out a little whimper. When she felt a hand on her shoulder she spun around with tears in her eyes. She saw the two women sniffing the air. Isabelle sighed.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” Isabelle said as she reached down.

Sam was lifted off the ground. Isabelle’s arm went under her diaper and she felt the hot mush getting pressed against her. She shivered as Isabelle and Carol discussed a few things, she had already tuned out. As Isabelle left Sam looked behind her at all the children still playing. She wondered if they could smell what was in her diaper, most seemed too engrossed in their playing to look over.

“See you tomorrow, Sam.” Carol said with a cheery wave, “And think about what I said.”

Sam did. In fact she thought about Carol’s words as she was taken home, as her messy diaper was changed, as she was fed and after she was put in the crib. Carol’s words seemed to bounce around her head constantly until she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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“Good morning, Sam.” Carol said with a smile, “Ready for another day of playing with your little friends.”

Sam nodded her head but unlike the previous day she was full of determination. Issy undid the restraints on the stroller and Sam lifted her arms so that she could be easily lifted out and placed on the floor. She stumbled a few steps but managed to remain upright. Her cream shorts bulged over the thick baby diaper underneath whilst her princess pink t-shirt rode up at the back showing off the waistband of her baby pants.

“Be a good girl for me, OK?” Issy said as she looked down at Sam.

“Yeth, Ithy.” Sam lisped shyly.

Sam had a plan. She resented Isabelle for making her come to this place, she hated that she wasn’t making better and faster progress but she also knew that she had to get better one way or another. Sam had seen the other children using the potty the previous day and decided that if little kids could do it there was no reason she couldn’t. She would simply focus all her attention on her bladder if need be.

As soon as Isabelle left the room Sam made the decision that she would have to stay close to Carol. As the older woman walked around checking on the children Sam toddled along trying to keep her concentration on the job at hand, it was rendered difficult by the amount of distractions all around her. Every bright colour and loud noise seemed to demand Sam’s attention.

“Hi Sam!” Olivia’s voice came suddenly from behind.

Sam jumped and as she did so she felt herself lose control and start wetting. She squealed and reached down with her hands to hold the front of her disposable. She couldn’t stop the flow and after a few seconds of fruitless fighting what little fight Sam had drained away as the diaper got wetter. She had literally failed her task immediately. How was Sam supposed to get better when even the smallest task seemed so impossible for her?

“Do you want to play?” Olivia asked. She was completely unaware of the turmoil her surprise had caused.

Sam glared at the little girl with a pout. She was about to respond angrily when she heard Carol clear her throat. Sam looked over her shoulder and up to see the caretaker giving her a warning look. Sam’s shoulders sagged in defeat. Her attempts at making it to the potty that morning had failed almost before they begun and she knew the teacher was warning her not to be naughty again. With a deep sigh Sam nodded her head and waddled along behind the little girl as she hurried off to the toys.

Around halfway through the morning Sam was checked and then taken for a diaper change. Normally she hated this humiliating task but she felt it might actually give her a second chance at asking for the potty. It was a lot easier to show progress when she wasn’t already soaked. So once Sam was in a fresh diaper and sitting with Olivia she started concentrating hard on her body. Carol handed out drinks to everyone before lunch but Sam ignored the baby bottle she had been left with, she didn’t want to hydrate if at all possible.

“Drink up.” Carol said when she returned a few minutes later to see Sam’s bottle untouched.

“No.” Sam said without her usual defiance, “I wanna potty-…”

“You need to be a good girl.” Carol said as she cut Sam off, “Good girls make sure to drink often so they have lots of energy for play. Look at Olivia, she’s been very good and finished her cup already.”

Sam turned to her grinning friend who held up the pink cup with two handles. Of course, no one else in the nursery was given a baby bottle, it was just another example of how Sam was so far behind these kids in development. None of this changed the fact that Sam was desperately trying to prove she COULD get out of diapers just like all the others.

With Carol watching her Sam reluctantly put the nipple of the bottle between her lips and slowly sipped her drink. She stopped as soon as the teacher turned away. Every drop of liquid entering her body felt like a ticking time bomb.

Once Sam was sat with Olivia again she concentrated on her body. She tried to remember back before her prolonged regression what the signals that her bladder needed emptying felt like. It felt like a different lifetime that she had to worry about such a thing.

Sam was barely paying any attention to Olivia who, after a while, noticed that she wasn’t getting the attention she wanted. She wandered away to find a more attentive play partner whilst Sam focused internally. She barely even registered the fact that she was playing alone.

Despite focusing as hard as possible Sam was still struggling. Even though she was concentrating as hard as possible she was easily distracted just like a baby. Whenever there was a loud noise nearby she’d immediately look over and on one of these occasions as she watched a boy crying after tripping over she felt her bladder release into her diaper. She squeezed her legs together to try and slow the flow.

“Mith. Finney! Mith. Finney!” Sam cried out using the teacher’s surname, “Potty! Potty!”

Sam waddled forwards desperately but it was already hopelessly too late. By the time she had reached the head of the pre-school she was soaked. Carol kneeled down in front of her with a smile as she placed a hand up and under Sam’s skirt to feel the freshly warm diaper.

“Aw, baby, you nearly made it.” Carol said condescendingly, “You did a great job for trying. You’ll get there soon, let’s get you changed.”

Sam sighed and looked at the floor as her eyes watered. She knew she hadn’t been close. The encouragement and praise stung Sam’s pride as much as the accident itself. She was lifted up and taken to the changing room for yet another fresh diaper.

“You’re doing great.” Carol said as she changed the pouting Sam’s diaper.

“Can’t.” Sam pouted.

“You don’t think you can do it?” Carol asked.

Sam nodded her head. Despite trying she didn’t think she was making any progress and was quickly growing impatient. It didn’t matter to her that she had been basically brainwashed into being a baby, she was an adult and this stuff was supposed to be easy for her. No girl in her twenties should have to struggle with this stuff.

“You have to be patient.” Carol said as she taped up the fresh diaper, “These things take time.”

Sam just continued to pout. As soon as she was back in the main play room she went over to Olivia and started playing. The next time she needed to pee she wet herself without a moment’s hesitation or any attempt at asking for the potty. She was frustrated by her earlier failure and decided that it was less embarrassing to just not try than it would be to fail.

It was only after lunch that something broke the routine. Sam had utterly failed to make it to the potty when she needed to pee but when she felt a fullness in her bowels she knew she might have a chance. She dropped the dollies she was playing with, much to Olivia’s annoyance, and jumped to her feet. With her hands clamped to the rear of her diaper and feeling gas being passed without control she ran as best she could towards Carol.

“Potty! Potty!” Sam cried out.

The children all turned to watch as she ran straight into Carol’s hands. She was struggling already as the older woman lifted her up and laid Sam against her chest with one arm right under the seat of her diaper. They were moving quickly towards the toilets at the back of the room but it wasn’t fast enough.

Sam tensed as her tummy muscles started to fail. Her little hands grabbed Carol’s shirt as her face scrunched up. She was trying as hard as she could but her sphincter was quivering and slowly it started to open. She was fighting hard but the battle was lost, she was going to poop herself no matter what, it was only a matter of whether it happened quickly or slowly.

“Oh dear…” Carol said with a sigh as she started to slow down.

Sam whined as she lost control. There was an audible sound of breaking wind muffled only slightly by the thick padding, a moment later the stuff coming out of her bowels was much more solid. She gripped the tall woman’s shirt harder as she grunted and a quickly expanding mass of mushy mess ballooned her diaper out. She knew Carol must be able to feel it as the heat of the stinky accident pressed against her hand. That wasn’t mentioning the smell that very rapidly engulfed the air around her.

With a whimper Sam tensed her whole body and pushed down without a second thought. She knew people were watching her infantile display and that made the whole experience a hundred times worse. None of the children there had accidents like this, it was only her, she was littler than all of them.

“Get it all out.” Carol said soothingly as her spare hand rubbed Sam’s back, “There’s a good girl.”

Sam wanted to resist the command. She didn’t want it to look like she was following these humiliating instructions but there was nothing she could do to prevent her bowels finishing the job. She took a deep breath and pushed through a cramp and finally felt the last of her poop push out and into the slippery diaper. She panted slightly as she finally relaxed. As she laid the side of her head against Carol’s chest she shivered slightly and her bladder freely opened warming the front of the disposable just like the rear.

“It’s OK.” Carol said softly, “Accidents happen.”

“No!” Sam suddenly blurted out angrily.

Sam’s humiliation had turned to frustration at her failure. The condescending advice from the woman holding her didn’t make Sam feel any better. Her eyes were watering and she was kicking her feet. She beat one of her little fists against Carol’s chest.

“Now, settle down…” Carol said.

“No!” Sam repeated loudly. She was quickly dropping into a full on tantrum.

Sam was wriggling so much that Carol had to lower her to the ground before she dropped the stinky girl. Sam immediately fell back on to her padded rear into the big pile of poop that formed around her butt. Adding the physical discomfort of the situation only made Sam’s mood worse and as she started loudly wailing she fell on to her back banging her hands and feet against the floor.

“Sam!” Carol called out trying to get the young woman’s attention, “Sam, please…”

Sam wasn’t going to listen. She felt defeated and that she would never ever be potty trained again. Right at that moment she felt her world shrinking around her. Without being able to potty train she would be stuck with Isabelle forever, trapped going to pre-school everyday…

“Come on, Sam…” Carol said as she crouched down, “Come on, H U S H  L I T T L E  G I R L.”

The change was immediate. Sam’s mind clouded over and all of a sudden she had trouble concentrating on anything. She forgot why she was crying and instead wanted to crawl over to play with her friends. She was looking up at the caretaker for the pre-school who seemed confused before her eyes widened.

“Oh shi-…” Carol stopped herself from swearing, “Sam, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to!”

Sam wasn’t paying attention now. She had just noticed her messy diaper again and her bottom lip was trembling. She wanted a new diaper so she could go back to playing with her toys. She didn’t know why Carol was looking at her with such sad eyes.

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[Elfy]

Sorry, everyone, I uploaded the wrong part. If you look at it now it should be edited with the correct part!

[CDfm]

Keep trying Sam.  Eventually you will get the hang of it.  In the mean time using a diaper is far better than going in your panties. 
Enjoyed the chapter and like always I am looking forward to next week. 

[Elfy]

Sam is being watched. When taken home by Isabelle, Sam is asked how her day had gone before receiving some surprising news...

 

(Sorry this update is a little shorter. We'll be back to normal length next week )

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The woman was sitting in a black SUV in the car lot opposite the large pre-school. She lifted a disposable polystyrene cup that was still steaming from the coffee inside. Cars were occasionally slowing down as they approached the gates opposite and then turning in. The woman saw parents getting out of the cars and walking through the doors, a few minutes later they would come back with a child in their arms.

The woman’s heart ached every time she saw a mother or father come out of the building with a little boy or girl. Each time it felt like she was being stabbed by a fresh blade as she saw them enjoying what she had, what she should still have and what she would one day have again.

The overwhelming instinct the woman felt was to get out of the car, run across the street, grab her girl and drive off into the sunset. She had to resist those urges brought on by maternal instinct. She had to bide her time. Rushing in would be a fool’s errand.

The woman leaned forward in her seat and held the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles went white. She saw the other woman. The one who had taken her little girl away from her. She watched unblinkingly as this thief walked into the building completely unaware that she was being watched. For the next few minutes the woman waited, she barely dared to breathe as she watched the entrance to the building like a hawk.

“There you are…” The woman said to herself.

The other woman had walked back out of the building with a stroller. Putting up her binoculars the woman felt her heart skip a beat. Her little girl was sitting happily with a dolly tucked in next to her. She was smiling and seemed engaged in trying to get her foot in her mouth.

The woman felt another rush of emotions telling her to get over there and make things right. Every moment without her girl was a crushing pain that she couldn’t bear. She lowered her binoculars and for the first time since she had pulled up in her car that morning she looked away. Her time would come.

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“How was your day?” Issy asked. Her tone making it sound like she was talking to a co-worker rather than someone who was functionally a little girl, not that Sam minded too much.

“Fine.” Sam replied from her highchair. She was being allowed to feed herself and was concentrating on not spilling any of her food on to her bib, “I did painting with Olivia and then we played with dollieth. Then we did wordth and numberth…”

“And how did you do with those?” Isabelle seemed much more interested in this side of Sam’s day rather than her playing.

“Bad.” Sam replied sadly.

“Oh.” Isabelle sighed.

“I don’t know them!” Sam exclaimed crossly, “B-But I do!”

Whenever Sam had sat down in front of paper with letters and numbers on she experienced such a strange sensation. She knew she had once been able to read and do basic math but now it was like a foreign language. She found herself looking at short words and seeing nothing but a mess of squiggly lines that made no sense to her. She traced out and copied letters without understanding their meanings, if she tried to write on her own all she could manage was a scribble. She even found herself copying Olivia’s answers several times, having to cheat by looking at a small child’s answers did little for her self-confidence but it was better than the humiliation of being revealed as not knowing even the very basics when Carol checked her work.

For Sam the next few weeks were exhausting and frustrating but also a little rewarding. Despite her many frustrations she was actually making some progress. She had grown a lot more comfortable walking and although she still fell over from time to time she could also walk around without having to grab anything to keep herself upright.

Perhaps the most obvious example of Sam’s progress was her speech. Her vocabulary had extended from a few short words to something more akin to a slightly older girl. Whether it was the conditioning wearing off or just hearing all the other children talking the way they did Sam didn’t know but progress was progress. She still had the infantile lisp that she hated so much but she was actually feeling good and it gave her hope that she could actually get back to the young woman she used to be.

“And, erm, any progress with…” Isabelle hesitated. She wasn’t at all comfortable talking to children and it showed, “Your potty training?”

Sam looked down at the tray in front of her head and shook her head sadly. She suspected Isabelle already knew that she was still struggling on that front since she had to consistently change her, the potty that had been bought expecting progress still sitting unused in the corner of Sam’s room. It’s pristine shininess a constant reminder of Sam’s lack of progress.

This would usually be where a caring parent would encourage and praise the progress that had been made. An arm around the shoulder and a special treat for trying so hard. When Sam looked up she saw Issy looking away in disappointment and with pursed lips. Knowing that she was trying the patience of the person looking after her didn’t help matters. Sam had been trying to make it to the potty but she just… couldn’t. Her muscles weren’t strong enough to keep her bladder in check long enough to make it.

“And you are trying?” Isabelle asked coldly.

“Yeth!” Sam fired back angrily. Her bottom lip quivered. Of course she was trying!

“Alright, no need to shout.” Isabelle replied tersely, “I just would’ve expected some improvement by now.”

It was yet another example of Isabelle’s lack of experience as a parent. Sam hung her head causing one of her pigtails to end up dipped in her food. To be fair to Isabelle she had never actually wanted children and almost certainly would’ve never seen herself in the position she was now in but that was scant consolation for Sam who felt even more pressure pile on to her.

“Well… There’s going to be a change in a week or so.” Isabelle said as she put down her knife and fork, “I think it’s about time we move you on from the pre-school.”

“Huh?” Sam frowned. She didn’t FEEL ready to move on from where she was. As much as she wanted to get through everything and become an adult again she was very aware of her lack of progress in most areas.

“When I spoke to Carol we agreed that you would only be in her class for a couple of weeks.” Isabelle explained, “I had assumed that was all that would be needed…”

Yet again Sam was left feeling bad about not getting better faster. The negative feelings towards herself also became frustration at Isabelle though, she wanted more support and encouragement but Issy just wasn’t that kind of person. She was more old-fashioned and stern.

“Anyway, you’ve already stayed there longer than I originally intended. I have used my contacts to find a place for you in an elementary school classroom.” Isabelle said as she stood up.

Sam had just been lifting her spoon towards her mouth but the shock of what Isabelle had just said made it slip through her fingers. The round end of the spoon hit the edge of her bowl and the food spilled everywhere, including on the bib she had been working so hard to keep clean.

“Ele-… Elememen-….” Sam’s vocabulary had improved but long words were a struggle, “I’m too little!”

Sam blushed as she made her plaintive plea. She didn’t mean she was too little in a physical sense, more that she wasn’t ready for that kind of step up. She was still in diapers all the time, she couldn’t read or write, she wasn’t ready at all!

“That’s why I’m hoping stepping up to elementary school might help.” Isabelle said as she took a dishcloth and wetted it under the faucet, “I’m concerned you’re not making more progress because of the level of your peers and I think being around some, eh, more grown up children would help.”

Sam bit her lip nervously.

“Anyway, you have a week before you start there.” Isabelle started wiping Sam’s face. There was a lot more food smeared around Sam’s mouth than she had expected, “I really want to concentrate on your potty training. I’ve taken the week off work specifically to help you.”

To say Sam wasn’t confident was an understatement. It didn’t help that as she was lifted out of her highchair she felt her diaper hang down heavily between her legs, she was soaked and couldn’t remember exactly when she had wet herself. Issy felt the wetness herself and sighed. It was a sound Sam was all too used to.

“Well, we can try at least…” Isabelle said as she carried Sam off towards the changing table in Sam’s nursery.

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I’m not sure if Sam being taken back to Jess is a good thing or a bad thing.  At least Jess was treating her with love and kindness.  Not that Isabelle doesn’t care, she just doesn’t seem to know how to care for Sam. But seriously, a few weeks to progress from the state of an infant to a child in elementary school.  Everyone should know those expectations are not reasonable at all. 
I am looking forward to seeing more. 

[Elfy]

Despite her struggles, Sam is going to elementary school as Isabelle seeks to speed up her recovery from the regression. Is Sam ready?

 

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“I’m not ready… I’m not ready…” Sam repeated as she walked alongside Issy.

“You’ll be fine.” Isabelle replied shortly.

Sam had been fretting over this for the last week. She was rather embarrassed to admit that she had been so anxious that she had tried to “prove” she wasn’t ready for elementary school. She’d started having tantrums and acting childishly, her want to be grown up hidden behind her fear. Isabelle had put up with it for two days before she had sat down with Sam for a heart-to-heart.

“I’m… scared.” Sam told Isabelle as she looked at her lap and kicked her feet anxiously.

“Of what?” Isabelle had asked in an uncharacteristically soft voice.

“Being with the bigger kids.” Sam replied, “I still need my diapers and I don’t know anything… I’m stupid.”

For a few seconds it didn’t seem like Isabelle had anything to say about that. The room was silent apart from the ticking of the clock. Sam started feeling awkward, like she shouldn’t have admitted her fears and instead continued playing up so she could stay in the pre-school for longer. Sam had to admit her speech had gotten a lot better. Regardless of how ready she was to make the step up the work she had been doing on her speech was paying dividends.

“Sam…” Isabelle finally started, “You are stronger and smarter than you give yourself credit for. I know that you want this and I know you aren’t going to let fear hold you back. It may seem scary now but I promise it’ll be good for you. I wouldn’t be asking you to do it if I didn’t think you could.”

It had been a very uncharacteristic thing for Isabelle to say which, perhaps, made it even more impactful. After that Sam had tried a little harder and, to her surprise, she actually made some progress with her potty training. Despite still wetting her diapers at the drop of a hat she had managed to make it to the bathroom when she needed to poop increasingly often. She didn’t have a perfect record on that front but by the time the first day of elementary school rolled around she was making it more often than not which had given her a tremendous morale boost. It had left her feeling like maybe she really was getting better.

Of course it was still tremendously humiliating for Sam to have to waddle to Issy and exclaim that she needed the potty. She was still red in the face as she was sat on the training potty or, occasionally, on the actual toilet with her diaper pulled down but when she heard the splashes that signified she was successful she couldn’t help beaming with pride. Even Isabelle, who so rarely seemed to show Sam unqualified positive emotions, smiled and praised her.

Now, after a one week potty training boot camp with questionable results, Sam was waddling along the path towards “big girl school” and she was very nervous. Dressed in a skirt that went a little past her knees and a white and pink hooped shirt it was one of Sam’s most grown up outfits, though that wasn’t saying much. As they got closer to the school Sam started seeing other students, she unconsciously started gripping Isabelle’s hand even tighter.

Sam could see that the other kid were all bigger than her and she worried as she saw how boisterous and physical they could be. The boys in particular seemed to love playing in a rough and tumble way. She felt so small and weak that she would break if any of them bumped into her. She kept trying to tell herself that she had survived elementary school before but she didn’t have many memories from that time.

“Your teacher knows of your… situation.” Isabelle said. She seemed not to have noticed Sam’s worry, “So you don’t need to worry about a thing.”

It wasn’t the teachers that Sam was worried about. She noticed a lot of the kids that were walking past would turn to stare at her. It was like they could sense there was something different about Sam, whether it was Sam’s crinkly underwear or the fact she was actually in her early twenties she didn’t know.

The school loomed ahead. Sam whimpered and her diaper warmed around her waist. She didn’t feel like it would be a good time to tell Isabelle about her latest potty training failure. As they approached Sam heard a bell go off and the remaining students outside all scurried in. The hustle and bustle as they went through the main doors scared her, it felt so much more hectic than the sedate pace of the pre-schools she was used to.

Isabelle lead Sam down a corridor lined with lockers. Most of the students were now in the classrooms and the few remaining were running to get to their class before they got in trouble. Sam was practically trembling and despite wanting to run home she felt a deep worry that she was late and would get in trouble.

“Ah, this is the one.” Isabelle said as she looked through a window in one of the doors.

Sam bit her lip and let out a little whine. She could hear a female teacher inside talking to the students. Isabelle knelt down in front of her.

“This is a third grade class.” Isabelle said, “The boys and girls are going to be around eight-years-old.”

Sam whimpered. She looked down at her fingers but couldn’t count up that far. Isabelle folded up two of her fingers and left the remaining out. Sam’s eyes went wide, that was so much older than the kids in the pre-school. She really didn’t know how she could keep up when she couldn’t count or read very well at all.

“I wanna go home!” Sam’s eyes watered up, “I wanna go home now!”

“Sam, you know that isn’t an option.” Isabelle replied rather sternly, “I’m sure the kids are going to be great and you’re going to make lots of friends.”

Sam disagreed. She thought the most likely outcome of everything was that she would be picked on. She looked down, her skirt seemed to hide her diaper but if anyone found out what she was wearing she wasn’t sure she’d be able to take it.

Before Sam could say anything more Isabelle was knocking on the door. Sam hurried to hide behind the tall woman’s legs, an automatic and childish reaction. One of the many problems with her slow recovery from regression was the infantile actions that still felt like second nature to her.

There was a pause before the door opened and a young woman stepped out. She was as tall as Isabelle but had much friendlier demeanour. The difference between the woman who had never wanted a kid and the teacher working with them every weekday couldn’t have been starker. She was a little plumper than Sam’s caretaker and her brown hair stopped above her shoulders, swept back by an Alice band.

“Issy! It’s been too long!” The teacher said with obvious joy. She didn’t seem to mind that her lesson had been interrupted.

“It has.” Isabelle replied a little stiffly.

“And this must be little Sam!” The teacher continued as she looked down at the small woman peeking around Isabelle’s legs.

Sam quickly hid again. She felt embarrassed that she was acting in such a way but couldn’t stop herself. She was anxious and the only answer she had for that anxiety was to hide. She heard the teacher chuckle.

“Do you remember everything I told you, Claire?” Isabelle asked her old friend, “Sam requires very… specialist care. She isn’t like most of your students she…”

“I know.” Claire replied, “When you told me all about Sam… Well, it’s not a story you soon forget.”

“Alright, thank you again for doing this.” Isabelle replied.

Sam was dislodged from her hiding place as Isabelle crouched down and turned to face her. There seemed to be a degree of anxiety in the carer’s eyes as well, or maybe Sam was just seeing her own expression reflected back at her.

“Be good, OK?” Isabelle said, “If you need anything ask Miss. Hunt.”

Sam didn’t reply. She was still battling the tears that were threatening to spring forth. As much as her feelings for Isabelle were mixed at least she was a known quantity. Isabelle stood up without another word and marched away down the corridor leaving Sam with this new woman. Inside the classroom there were children Sam had never met, boisterous and loud children that scared her with their energy.

“It’s OK.” Miss. Hunt said. She must’ve clearly recognised that trembling lip as a young girl on the verge of crying, “You’re going to love everyone once you get to know us. I know the troubles you’ve been through and I know about your… special requirements. If you need anything you can just let me know, alright?”

Sam nodded her head but was looking back towards Isabelle just as the woman disappeared around the corner. Issy didn’t once look back at Sam. As the distance between them grew Sam felt her anxiety increase.

Sam’s hand was taken and Miss. Hunt pulled her towards the door. When it opened Sam was taken inside and she saw the classroom for the first time. She tensed up and held her breath as she was stood in front of the class with the teacher by her side, one hand down on her shoulder. She looked around with wide eyes and saw every kid in the room looking right back at her. She gulped nervously and pulled down on her shirt to make sure her underwear’s waistband was covered.

“We have a new student joining us.” Miss. Hunt said as she looked around the room, “Everyone please welcome Sam Friedrich.”

Friedrich wasn’t Sam’s last name. It was, however, Isabelle’s and Sam wondered if the school had been told the two of them were related. Her attention quickly came back to the classroom as she nervously scanned around. No one was saying anything. The children didn’t look particularly unfriendly but they also weren’t welcoming their new peer with open arms. Sam clutched the straps of her pink princess backpack. The silence seemed to stretch on and on.

“Sam, why don’t you introduce yourself?” Miss. Hunt prompted with a friendly smile.

Sam gulped and her eyes went wide. She looked up at the teacher and quickly shook her head. Sam had no idea what she was supposed to say about herself. She couldn’t well announce that she was actually a college student who had been forcibly regressed and was now struggling with the very basic things children learnt when very young.

“How come she’s so small?” A boy shouted out. A couple of students laughed.

“That’s very rude, Andy.” Miss. Hunt said with a stern look, “Apologise.”

“Sorry…” Andy said. Sam could practically hear the boy rolling his eyes.

Sam was having flashbacks to when she was at school the first time round. The questions about her size had been ubiquitous back then as well. It made her stomach churn even more as she worried about whether or not the rest of the experiences would line up, particularly the bullying.

“OK, Sam, why don’t you take your seat.” Miss. Hunt smiled down at Sam again, “There’s one free in the third row.”

Sam slowly started walking through the rows of desks. She could still feel the faces of students following her as she went. Her diaper had never felt thicker or louder than right then and as she walked past the children she wondered if anyone could hear or see anything unusual. She didn’t think she was waddling but perhaps after doing it for so long she simply didn’t notice it anymore.

The free desk was right where Miss. Hunt had said it would be. Sam took off her bag and had to awkwardly climb up on to the seat. She hoped she hadn’t flashed her diaper to anyone, it didn’t seem like anyone had noticed anything unusual at least. She pulled out some pens and paper and then put her bag underneath her seat. Her heart was hammering as she tried to calm herself down.

Sam had been so worried about the other children she had basically forgotten to be anxious about the work she would have to do. As Miss. Hunt started the lesson Sam quickly started to feel like she was out of her depth which in turn made her frustrated. Worksheets were handed out and when Sam looked down at the paper she felt lost. She saw the squiggles and knew they were supposed to be numbers and letters but it felt like a foreign language to her.

The students around Sam picked up their pencils and started answering the questions whilst Sam looked around nervously. Whether due to her anxiety or not Sam’s bladder released and she flooded the front of her padding with fresh warmth. She had really hoped, though not expected, that she might not need her diaper changed at school. At the rate she was going she would be lucky if her diaper lasted until lunch time.

As panic and frustration fought within Sam she decided she had to do something on the paper. She picked up her pencil and haphazardly tried to copy random symbols in the places that seemed to want answers. She was completely guessing, she had no idea what the questions were asking her to do. Tears were threatening to spring from her eyes as she became completely overwhelmed. She knew she wasn’t ready for this!

Added to the anxiety was the pure frustration of knowing this was all supposed to be beneath her. It was supposed to be easy. She was in her twenties and looking at a worksheet for third grade children and yet it might as well have been the most complex astrophysics calculations imaginable for all she could work out.

When Miss. Hunt collected the sheets she looked at Sam’s and frowned. With a face going bright red Sam’s bottom lip trembled and she begged herself to get some composure, to not start crying like a big baby.

The rest of the morning continued in a similar way. Miss. Hunt taught using the blackboard and Sam struggled to understand the very basics. When the bell rang for recess there was a lot of excited scraping of chairs as the children eagerly got up to go play. Sam was slower to leave and before she had got out the door Miss. Hunt had called her over.

“Sam…” Miss. Hunt started. Before she could get another word out Sam broke down.

“I can’t do it!” Sam exclaimed as tears finally started flowing down her face, “Issy said I could but I can’t! I don’t know anything anymore! I’m stupid!”

Sam ranted and raved in front of the teacher who looked somewhat taken aback by the sudden outburst. She vented all of her anxieties about that morning and not understanding any of the work. By the time she was finished she was sobbing lightly.

“You don’t know your numbers and letters?” Miss. Hunt asked with obvious surprise.

Sam shook her head. The triggers in Sam’s mind and all the time with Jess had taken away so much of her knowledge. It was like her former “Mommy” had yanked out the building blocks of Sam’s education and everything else had collapsed. Trying to build it up was such a daunting task and her slow progress was making Sam worried and angry that it might never come back.

“I see.” Miss. Hunt sat back in her seat and smiled, “Well, that’s not a problem.”

Sam rubbed her eyes and looked up at the teacher who seemed completely unconcerned by Sam’s worries. She didn’t know whether to he hopeful or annoyed that Miss. Hunt saw her problems as not being a problem when it felt like a huge brick wall for Sam.

“It’s ithn’t?” Sam asked with a frown. She hated how pronounced her childish lisp became when she was upset.

“I’ll speak with your mo-…” Miss. Hunt hesitated for a second, “I’ll speak with Isabelle. Maybe you can stay for an hour after school and we’ll work on some things one-on-one.”

“R-Really?” Sam sniffed and wiped her eyes.

“Sure.” Miss. Hunt smiled, “We’ll have you up to speed in no time. For the meantime though, you don’t want to miss out on recess!”

Sam nodded her head and turned away from the teacher. She walked over to the door and reached above her head to turn the handle. As the door swung open to reveal the mostly empty hallways Sam paused and turned to face Miss. Hunt as the teacher sorted through some papers on her desk.

“Thank you.” Sam said quickly.

Before Miss. Hunt could say anything in response Sam had waddled hurriedly away with her cheeks blushing. She didn’t stop until she reached a large door behind which was a lot of noise, the sounds of children running, shouting and playing were muffled until Sam pushed it open with a little difficulty.

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I can’t imagine how terrifying that experience would be.  Going into a new classroom is hard enough but too have to enter knowing that you definitely don’t belong there would be unimaginable. I hope Miss Hunt is able to help her out.  I also hope that taking a few minutes of recess to get a diaper change doesn’t cause her any further embarrassment. 
I will be looking forward to next week. 

[Elfy]

It's time for recess and Sam feels overwhelmed by everything going on. She meets some potential friends before she has to face her first of, what she expects will be, many trips to the nurse.

 

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The playground was a scene of chaos. Sam stood next to the door and looked around as dozens of children ran around together. She noticed quickly that most of the kids were in groups and that the girls and boys tended to stay away from each other. A ball came fizzing past Sam so close it made her yelp and step back, it came from the far side of the play area where some bigger boys were playing soccer. It banged against the wall beside her as Sam jumped back.

“Sorry.” One of the boys called out as he went chasing after the ball.

Sam slowly walked forwards on to the playground feeling rather like a mouse scurrying around at a convention of cats. She felt like she had to be aware of her surroundings in every direction at all times lest she get knocked over being as she was smaller than nearly everyone there.

As Sam looked around she noticed something that made her feel even smaller than she physically was. It was quite clear she was the only person there still in diapers. Even the smallest girls didn’t have the tell-tale bulges around their waist that she did.  Sam bit her lip and found herself wishing she was back at the pre-school, at least she knew her place there and didn’t stick out quite so much.

“Your name is Sam, right?” Came a little girl’s voice.

Sam turned around to see a pair of girls she recognised as having been in the same classroom as her that morning. They were both at least a head taller than she was and were looking at her with curiosity. One had a lot of freckles, glasses and braided brown hair whereas the other’s hair was straight and blonde.

“Y-Yeth.” Sam winced as her childish lisp came out. Something she was still struggling hard to stop.

“My name’s Laura.” The girl without freckles said and pointed to her friend, “She’s Victoria. Do you want to play with us?”

Sam nodded her head. She was shocked just how easy it was for children to make friends, she certainly couldn’t imagine adults just walking up to each like that. Either way, she was grateful to follow the two girls to their usual hang out spot by the wall where they joined a group of three others all of whom came from Sam’s class.

Sam was greeted but she was already struggling to remember the names of everyone. She didn’t think that had anything to do with her regression, she had been bad with names even before that. As the girls started talking about some children’s cartoon Sam hadn’t seen she found herself feeling safer again, like a prey animal she knew there was safety in numbers, on the playground having friends made the world of difference compared to being on her own.

“Sam…” One of the girls said after a little while, “Do you always dress like that?”

There was a little bit of snickering from the others as Sam looked down at her outfit. She had been dressed by Issy in the most grown up clothes she had though that was obviously not saying much. She looked at the others and could clearly see the difference in fashion. She bit her lip and felt unsure of what to say.

“Does your mom still pick out your clothes?” Victoria asked.

Sam expected the girls to laugh at her but instead they seemed interested. She had to remind herself that at this age it wasn’t that unusual for a parent to be picking out most of their child’s wardrobe. She shyly nodded her head.

“That sucks.” Laura said, “My mom was doing that until this year. She wanted me to wear all pinks and yellows like some baby.”

Laura made a gagging motion and everyone laughed. Sam joined in though felt a lot more self-conscious. If they thought pink was a babyish thing to wear at that time what would they think if they found out Sam was in diapers?

Sam stayed quiet for most of the rest of recess. She was just grateful to have a group even if her shyness stopped her from fully joining in. It was difficult to take part in conversations when you had very little idea of the shows and toys being discussed anyway. Despite moving up to elementary school Sam was still watching the baby shows and playing in a nursery. Those were things she absolutely couldn’t share with these girls.

When the bell rang the kids started making their way back into the school building slowly. Sam tried to stay close to her new friends but her little legs struggled to keep up in the crowded hallways. She ended up being the last student back into the classroom. As she climbed back into her seat and let out a deep breath she felt her bladder involuntarily void. The diaper swelled up with fresh warmth as the teacher started teaching the class some basic facts about ancient Egypt.

After a little while Sam started shifting awkwardly in her seat. Her diaper was soaked and she didn’t think she was going to make it to lunch. She had noticed that some of the other children had raised their hands to go to the bathroom during the lesson and figured she could do the same, Miss. Hunt would surely understand what she meant. Sam’s small arm raised slowly into the air.

“Sam?” Miss. Hunt said.

“May I go to the potty, Mith?” Sam lisped.

There was a little laughter from some of the kids for her use of infantile words. She ducked down slightly. She had got into the habit of referring to the bathroom as the potty and it wasn’t an easy one to break. Every time she thought about how much she had to learn and unlearn her head started to spin.

“Of course.” Miss. Hunt said with a smile.

Sam dropped off her chair and as she did so she felt the heavy padding between her legs sag. It was a good job she was going to the nurse when she was because another wetting would’ve probably caused a leak, she thought. She tried not to waddle as she made her way between desks but it was almost impossible not to when she couldn’t press her knees together.

It was only once Sam was in the hallway that she realised she wasn’t sure where the nurse’s office actually was. She didn’t want to go back into the classroom and cause another scene so she started walking down the hall away from the entrance. She came across a reception area but no nurse’s room. She would have to ask.

“E-Excuthe me…” Sam called up to the window to get the attention of the receptionist.

The woman behind the counter had to lean forwards and look down to see Sam. She seemed a little surprised to see a student there, certainly one as young as Sam looked.

“Hello, can I help you?” The receptionist asked warmly.

“I need to thee the nurthe.” Sam lisped.

“Why’s that?” The receptionist asked.

Sam hesitated. She really didn’t want to tell this stranger that she needed to have her diaper changed and yet, at the same time, she was going to be doing this at least once a day. She could say she had a tummy ache but that wouldn’t work in the future. She bit her lip and wished Issy had been there to sort all this out for her.

“Sam?” A woman walking towards the reception said, “Are you Sam Friedrich?”

Sam nodded. It still felt weird responding to Isabelle’s surname but using her real one would only raise a lot of questions that wouldn’t help anyone. The woman smiled, for just a second her eyes flicked down to Sam’s waist.

“It’s OK, Jean, I’ll take her from here.” The woman said to the receptionist. She walked over to the door and put in the code to unlock it.

Sam hesitated until she motioned for Sam to come with her. There was a short corridor that led behind the reception desk to the nurse’s room. The woman Sam was following walked straight in. The room was a standard nurse’s office, cabinets and drawers were full of medical and first aid material, there was a desk with a computer on it, and the long padded table for checking injuries.

“As you may have guessed, I’m the nurse. You can call me Judy.” The woman said as she sat down at her desk, “I apologise for the confusion at reception. The news about you special requirement is spreading slowly to everyone who needs to know.”

Sam looked at her feet. In all honesty she didn’t know how much people knew. Did they think she was a little girl who needed some extra help or did they know she was a vertically challenged young woman who had been regressed and was coming through the school system to try and recover? The truth was likely that different people knew different things and Sam would just have to assume they knew nothing until they said otherwise.

“So I take it you need a change?” Judy continued.

Sam nodded her head. There was a scrape of chair legs on the floor as Judy pushed her seat back and stood up. Sam walked over to the padded table and waited. There was no way she could get up there on her own. Fortunately Judy noticed this and helped Sam by lifting her up. The nurse was professional but also clearly a little unsure of herself, Sam imagined this was all new to her.

“Not a problem.” Judy said, “I’m used to changing wet clothes and the occasional pair of training pants. The kindergarteners are in and out of here all the time.”

That little piece of information did little to make Sam feel better. She had assumed she was the only student at the school in diapers and now she’d had it confirmed. Not necessarily, she thought to herself, but the other students can probably handle their own changes if they need them. Sam tried to ignore the voice in her head that was telling her she was a baby and would always be that way, it was easier said than done.

“So how are you finding things here?” Judy asked conversationally as she walked back across to the changing table.

“It’th OK.” Sam replied quietly. She wasn’t overly keen on talking to the nurse about the massive struggles she’d had that day.

“Stick with it, kiddo.” Judy smiled, “The first day is always the hardest. Once you make some friends everything will be much easier.”

Sam felt Judy tug on the waistband of her skirt and without needing any prompting she lifted up so it could be slid down. She started blushing furiously, it had been an automatic reaction learned from the many diaper changes she had been given by Issy, and now she had exposed her soaking wet diaper to this stranger. She winced and waited for the nurse to comment on what a big baby Sam was.

“Have you made any friends yet?” Judy asked. If she felt shocked neither her face nor voice betrayed those thoughts.

Sam shyly nodded her head. She wasn’t sure if she could really count Laura and her group as friends yet but it seemed a promising start. Laura’s words about Sam’s clothes came back to her, she would have to bring that up with Issy after school…

Sam was brought back to the present by the sound of tapes being ripped off the front of the diaper. She froze up as the front of the padding was lowered down between her legs. There was a chill that she felt on her private areas as her wet skin was exposed to the air. Yet again she waited for Nurse Judy to make a comment but she was completely professional, her small talk was actually helping to put Sam at ease.

“When your mommy told us about your needs I made sure to get the same brand you use at home.” Judy said as she held up the diaper Sam was going to be put into, “We want you to be as comfortable as possible after all. I haven’t changed many diapers in my time but I’ve looked up some tutorial videos.”

Sam thought about speaking up to say that Isabelle wasn’t her mother but it seemed like the moment had already passed. Besides, trying to explain the actual situation would be far harder than just going along with everything.

“This might be a tad cold.” Judy said.

A second later Sam jumped a little as she felt a moist baby wipe cleaning her. Judy was very professional and thorough and when Sam’s butt was raised to pull out the old padding Sam felt as good as new.

“Annnnd down.” Judy said a few seconds later.

Sam felt the soft fluff of a new diaper underneath her. Despite her desire to regain her potty training she felt a certain sense of safety as the new diaper was pulled up between her legs and taped closed. She was really impressed by Judy as well. The nurse seemed very likable and didn’t judge Sam one little bit. How much Judy knew about who the person on her medical table actually was Sam didn’t know but she certainly didn’t seem to have any problems with changing her.

Sam pulled her skirt back up over her new underwear and was swiftly let out of the office by Judy. When the door opened she saw a couple of students waiting to see the nurse and hurried away back to her classroom.

“She was gone a long time…”

“Why is she blushing?”

“The bathroom is only just down the hall…”

Sam walked back through the rows of desks to her own one hearing the whispers that followed her. She hadn’t been thinking about how long she had been away but it was certainly enough to make some of the other students suspicious. She kept her head down and ignored them until she could jump back up into her seat to carry on the lesson.

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Well is looks like the first day of elementary school is going far better than I expected for Sam.  The clothes to fit in are going to make hiding the diapers a bigger challenge but it can be done.  (I do it every day) I expect it will not always be going that smoothly.  I am looking forward to seeing more. 

[Elfy]

Sam finishes a tricky first day at elementary school but that isn't the end of things. She is taken to the shops and is then in for a surprise back at home.

 

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The rest of the day was the same struggle that the morning had been. Sam tried her best not to get frustrated but it was difficult when everyone around her was able to do the work and she felt like she was being left behind. She spent lunch with Laura and her group again, she didn’t talk much just like the morning but it was nice to have somewhere to sit with her food. When the bell rang for the end of class Sam felt exhausted. It had been a day full of anxiety and after feeling like she had run into a brick wall over and over again with the work she couldn’t do Sam was more than ready to go home.

“Remember to ask Isabelle about the special tutoring.” Miss. Hunt reminded Sam as the students all left the classroom.

Sam followed the other students down the corridor and through the big double doors to the playground where parents stood waiting. Sam always had to be careful in crowds, her small size left her vulnerable to being trampled or pushed over so she hung back. When she emerged outside she saw students and parents everywhere. She stood at the top of the steps just outside the door, it was her only chance to see over everyone’s heads. On the far side of the playground by the gate that led to the street she saw Isabelle looking somewhat uncomfortable in the unfamiliar surroundings.

“Ah, there you are.” Isabelle said as she took Sam’s hand. She seemed as keen as Sam to get home, “How was school?”

“It wath fine.” Sam said.

“Good. I brought my car, I need to do some shopping before we head home.” Isabelle said stiffly as she lead Sam down the street.

Sam was immediately reminded of her new friend’s criticism of her clothes. As she struggled to keep up with her long-legged guardian Sam wondered if she could ask the question burning her mind. She was quickly distracted though as they reached the car a little way down the street from the school. The rear door opened and Sam saw her car seat, she looked around at the other students walking home and suddenly felt panicked.

“You can’t put me in the car theat!” Sam lisped desperately, “People will thee!”

“I’m sorry, Sam, you’re too small for the seatbelts otherwise.” Isabelle said.

Sam was lifted up and she hid her face as she was put in the baby seat. Her skirt caught on the raised plastic and as she sunk into the booster chair her diaper poked out prominently, the wetness indicator very clearly showing how wet she was. As the straps and buckles were adjusted all Sam could do was pray that none of her classmates had seen her. She continued to hide her face until after Isabelle had pulled away from the curb and started driving down the street.

“Why do you always embarrath me!?” Sam yelled angrily, “You hate me!”

“I don’t hate you, Sam.” Isabelle replied. She sounded tired, like she didn’t want any part of what she saw a childish tantrum.

Sam sulked. She sank into the baby seat a little further and pouted with her arms across her chest. It certainly felt to her that Isabelle hated her. She had seen all the other students with their parents getting lots of cuddles as the mommy or daddy listened to their kid’s day. Isabelle wasn’t like that at all.

“There’s a pretty big difference between you and the other students too”, Sam’s brain suggested to her, “They’re kids and you’re not!”

Sam’s eyes went wide. Was she really complaining that Isabelle wasn’t acting like a parent towards her? Isn’t this what Sam wanted? Someone who was helping her and trying to infantilise her as little as possible. Sam started to have a lot of complex thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her but through it all she still felt Isabelle was too mean to her.

“Nearly there.” Isabelle said from the driver’s seat a few minutes later, “Is there anything you are going to want?”

“Erm, well…” Sam mumbled suddenly feeling bad about her petulant outburst in front of the school.

Sam told Isabelle about what Laura had said and was thankful when her guardian agreed to get her some new clothes. They pulled into the parking lot and stopped in one of the family spots right outside the main entrance to the mall. Sam had to wait in her toddler seat until Issy came around and let her out. To Sam’s annoyance she saw her carer getting the stroller out of the boot.

“I can walk!” Sam said stubbornly.

“I know you can but we’re going to be doing a lot of walking and…” Isabelle said as she unfolded the push chair.

“No!” Sam stamped her foot on the ground.

Isabelle let out a deep sigh and closed the trunk of the car. She looked from the stroller to Sam’s stubborn stance with her fists clenched and her face pouting. Sam knew she must’ve looked more like a toddler than ever but she didn’t care, she was trying to show she was more grown up than Issy thought.

“Fine, you can walk.” Isabelle said, “But I’m not going to go slowly for you and I’m going to push the stroller in case you need it.”

“I won’t.” Sam said confidently.

“We’ll see.” Isabelle replied with one raised eyebrow of disbelief.

Sam had to move her legs quickly to keep up as Isabelle was good to her word and wasn’t going to slow down for her at all. At first they did what Sam considered boring shopping. They were simply getting food and other things for the house when Sam was anxious to get on to the things she wanted. With each shop they went in her legs became that much more tired and by the time they were leaving the third store Sam was having to hold on to the stroller and felt a little out of breath. Isabelle didn’t even buy anything in the last one!

It was only relatively recently that Sam had graduated from crawling around everywhere and the poor muscles in her legs were loudly complaining about this much work. She wasn’t helped by the fact that she had wet her diaper in the second store either, the swollen padding pushing her thighs apart and making walking just that little more tiring.

As Sam waddled along she started looking at the stroller with longing. She held on to the stroller to keep herself going but eventually could go no longer. She let go and with a frustrated huff she looked down at the ground, Isabelle came to a stop a few steps in front of her.

“Do you want to ride in the stroller?” Isabelle asked knowingly.

It was a loaded question. Sam didn’t WANT to ride in the stroller but that didn’t change the fact that she probably needed to. Her inner thighs felt sore from rubbing on her diaper, her legs ached from all the walking and she felt cranky. It had been a long day and it was starting to catch up with her.

“Yeth pleathe…” Sam finally muttered.

“Come on then.” Isabelle turned the stroller around to face Sam. The seat looked at her invitingly.

Sam slowly limped forwards and climbed into the pushchair. She turned and sat in the seat heavily but felt the relief from her aching legs. The warmth of her wet underwear was pressed against her pleasantly as Isabelle bent down and pulled the straps over her chest. She hoped none of the other students from school were being taken to the shops that afternoon.

“I don’t need the thrapth!” Sam complained though she did nothing to impede Isabelle’s progress.

“I don’t want you falling out.” Isabelle countered, “Honestly, if it wasn’t for your pride you could’ve sat in this from the start and we’d probably be on our way home by now.”

The last buckle was tightened leaving Sam little wriggle room. As Isabelle stood back up and returned to the handles Sam stuck her tongue out at her in infantile rebellion. She folded her arms across her chest and pouted as the stroller was pushed along to what Sam hoped was their final stop before going home. As Sam settled in the stroller she realised her diaper was being pushed out a little bit, her skirt riding up and meaning anyone walking towards them would see her underwear and just how wet it was.

Sam was pleased to see a popular clothing store in front of them and was even happier when Isabelle rolled her inside. They made their way towards the back of the store past the adult clothes until Sam saw what she wanted.

On the shelves and hanging from hangers Sam saw exactly the kinds of outfits her new friends had worn. Much more grown up than Sam’s own wardrobe these clothes looked more like something a teenager would get into. She smiled and reached out her small arms only to be pushed past them all. She whined as she craned around to see the outfits she had wanted disappearing behind her.

“Here we go.” Isabelle said as the stroller stopped.

Sam turned her head to look forwards again and felt her heart sink. Rather than the trendy teenage clothing she was sure she would look cool in she saw stuff for little girls. Most of the clothing had pictures of popular children’s shows or superheroes all over them and Sam let out a whine. Whilst more grown up than what she currently had these outfits would still make her look much younger than her classmates.

“I don’t want that thtuff!” Sam complained as Isabelle went to look at the clothes, “It’th for babieth!”

“Don’t be silly.” Isabelle replied, “This stuff will be perfect for you. Besides I don’t think any of those other clothes are likely to fit.”

Sam hated to admit that Isabelle probably had a point. Finding clothes that fit was hard enough but finding stuff she wasn’t embarrassed about was nearly impossible. That logic didn’t make Sam feel much better though as she watched Isabelle picking out the clothes to buy her.

Sam pouted as the clothes were put on the top of the stroller. The whole point of wanting a new wardrobe was that she wanted to pick out her clothes herself, instead Isabelle was doing everything without even asking Sam what she wanted.

“That should do it.” Isabelle said as she placed a few more outfits on the stroller.

“I wanted to pick them…” Sam said sulkily.

“I just wanted to make sure we got some sensible things.” Isabelle replied.

Sam bristled at the idea that she wouldn’t make good options. Sure, she wasn’t exactly enthused about any of the clothes in that section but at least she would’ve been able to pick some of the plainer stuff. She had seen Isabelle pile some particularly childish clothes on the stroller and didn’t know how she would be able to wear them in front of her classmates.

As the items were paid for Sam found herself feeling bitter that she wanted to impress her fellow students at all. She was more than twice their age, why should she care if they thought she was cool? The fact was that she did care, maybe her emotional maturity had also taken a hit during her regression but she was desperate to fit in.

“I’ve got a surprise for you when we get home.” Isabelle said a little later as the shopping was put on the backseat next to Sam.

“Oh?” Sam perked up a bit.

“You’ll see.” Isabelle said simply, “I think you’ll like it though.”

Sam was interested but it wasn’t enough to stop her ruminating over her lack of choice in the store. If Isabelle truly thought she could grow up properly again then the least she could do was give Sam a little bit of autonomy. That was the problem with her, she didn’t trust Sam to do anything and it was always her way or the highway.

Once back at home Sam had to wait for Isabelle to bring the shopping in before she would be shown her surprise. Isabelle took Sam’s hand and led her to the nursery door. A second later the door opened and Sam immediately found her mouth dropping open.

“Go on and have a look.” Isabelle prompted Sam with a small pat on her head, “I hired some friends to set it all up for you.”

The nursery simply wasn’t a nursery anymore. Sam waddled into the middle of the room and slowly turned around. The crib was gone and instead a single bed with small rails waited with princess bedsheets. There was a desk, presumably for homework, and the shelves had toys that were meant for older kids rather than babies.

The only thing remaining from the nursery was the changing table which was unfortunately still required. Sam didn’t know what she expected the surprise to but it certainly wasn’t all of this.

“What do you think?” Isabelle asked as she walked in.

Sam’s earlier annoyance with her caretaker melted away almost instantly. She turned around and ran the few steps to Isabelle. Her arms were wide open and she wrapped them around Issy’s leg. When Sam looked up she saw that the taller woman seemed taken aback and surprised at the sudden display of affection.

“Ahem, well, we should probably get you changed.” Isabelle said as she cleared her throat and lifted Sam into the air.

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