Karen removed the feeding tray and helped Marie down. She had her crawl, following out of the dining area and down the hallway.

She took Marie to an elevator. Using a series of numbers on a wall pad, Karen placed her hand on a white screen and the elevator doors opened. Marie crawled in followed by Karen. Again, Karen used a series a numbers on the wall and then placed the palm of her hand on a screen and the elevator doors closed.

Looking at Marie, Karen cooed, “See what we big girls hasta do just to get the elevator? We do this so you babies can not accidentally get on the elevator by yourselves without adult supervision.”

Marie started to sweat. From the looks of the controls, it was going to be very hard to use the elevator. Maybe she could escape using the Emergency Exit Stairwell.

Marie could feel the elevator ascended. They stopped on the 9th floor.

Leaving the elevator, she crawled down the hall to a room and entered. The room was painted a light pink, with gloss white woodwork and a soft, thick, beige rug. Looking around, Marie noticed that there were four adult size metal baby cribs. Glancing up, she saw that that three of the cribs were occupied with baby-women.

Karen walked over to the vacant crib, lowered the side rail. Motioning Marie over, she lifted her up and laid her in the crib. Handing her a stuffed Elmo animal, Karen cooed, “Nursie Karen will bath you and Baby Jenni just as soon as Nanny Monica has given Baby Chriisi and Baby Katie there bathes.”

Kneeling up in the crib and holding onto the rail, Marie watched as the redheaded nanny lowered the rail to a crib and helped a young woman, about 23 – 24 years old out, while another young woman sat on the carpet. Both of these naked women crawled behind Monica, following her into the bathroom.

Marie sat down in the crib, holding Elmo tightly against her chest. Karen inserted a pacifier into her mouth, which she began to suck on. Her baby training told her suck on her “binkie”, thumb, or a nipple of her bottle. She waited until it was her time for a bath. Knowing that her charges had recently wet their diapers. Karen removed them, leaving Marie and Jennifer naked in their cribs.

Shortly, Monica came out followed by two scrubbed-clean babies. Chrissi, she had long black hair, her hair was now braided into pigtails. Kate had short light brown hair, she had a plastic baby bow clipped to the center. Both were still naked as they crawled over to their cribs. Monica lifted them into their cribs and pulled the side rail up.

Karen helped Jennifer and Marie to the carpet and had them crawl to the bathroom. Like Chrissi and Kate, they both crawled to the bathroom naked.

Marie and Jennifer sat on the tile floor watching as Karen filled the bathtub with warm soapy water. Marie thought which one Karen would put into the tub first. To her surprise and horror, Karen sat both women in the tub, facing each other.

Marie felt so foolish sitting in a bathtub with another grown woman. Looking at Jennifer, Marie knew that she felt the same way. Handing each of the baby-women a rubber duck, Karen began washing them. She started with Jennifer using baby soap, started washing her face, neck arms, chest, legs and then washing her virginal. Turning around, Karen washed her back, and then her bottom. As she was washing her babies, Karen spoke baby talk to them. After washing their bodies, Karen using baby shampoo, washed their hair.

Finishing the bath, Karen took Marie and then Jennifer out of the tub and laid them on the bath mat. Taking a large fluffy towel, she dried them both off. After blow drying their hair, Karen put their hair into loose pigtails. Then she had them go back into the nursery room.

Lifting Marie up, Karen sat her in her crib. Marie was then oiled, and then diaperine was rubbed all over her bottom and pubic area. Karen then pinned three thick diapers on Marie, pulling up plastic pants to cover the diapers. A white tee shirt was pulled over head covering her chest and just reaching her navel. Finally, Karen put a pink pair of Dr. Denton’s on her, complete with feet.

Marie looked at the cotton outfit she was wearing. Not only was it a typical baby style jammies, but was decorated with little baby building blocks. She was feeling so infantile.

Karen was no0t done. She put on Marie a special vest. It was one solid piece of plastic with a hole in the center. Once Karen pulled it over Marie’s head. It covered Marie from her crotch up her chest, down he back to her bottom. The sides were slit open with two sets of metals rings attached at the waist and the chest heights. Taking a long plastic strap, Karen inserted it through the rings, pinning Marie down to the crib’s mattress. Then it was Jennifer’s turn. Soon all four of the baby-women were strapped down in their cribs.

The baby-women were covered with a light blanket, given a baby bottle of formula to drink, and a stuffed animal to sleep with. None of them were allowed to be given pillows. Babies did not sleep with pillows.

Karen spoke, “For the next month you’ll be here to be regressed back to being babies again.”

The baby-women eyes began to swell up with tears, they did not want to become babies again.

The nanny continued, “Each one of you have been brought here for different reasons.” Looking at Chrissy, she said, “Now your Mommy and Daddy think you’re to young to marry Steve. As a matter of fact, they wanted their precious little baby again, so they are getting it. Your Mommy wants to dress you in little cute baby outfits and baby you completely. When they pick you up in a month’s time, you will be their precious baby again, a diaper wearing baby. You’ll be calling them Ma-Ma and Da-Da.”

Chrissy started wailing at this. She was to become a permanent baby again. She was going to get married, but now it looks like she’ll be going to a baby nursery instead on a honeymoon. The other baby-women looked at the head nanny, wanting to know their fates.

To Jennifer, she cooed, “Your husband says you act babyish at home, so he is going to become your Da-Da. He even arranged for a woman to take care of you while he’s at work during the day. He going to have you wear diapers all the time. And he has a woman to baby-sit you while he’s working. We cannot leave a widdle baby unattended now, can we? The woman he hired is now being trained in handling big babies like you. And if you behave differently than a baby, she will punish you severely.”

Smiling, she turned to Marie, “And your ex-husband signed papers for your conditioning. At the end of the month, you’ll have the mentality of a 12-month-old baby. Did you know that there are young people who unfortunately cannot have a baby? Either they are unable to or just don’t have the time. They want one so badly though, that they’ll accept any, even an adult-size one.” Realization formed in Marie’s eyes. She knew her fate. “You’re going to be adopted by a very nice young couple. They are in their early twenties. They will be your Ma-Ma and Da-Da, your legal guardians. And like Baby Jenni, a woman has been hired to baby-sit you while they are at work.”

Kate knew it was her turn. The nanny cooed, “And that’s going to be your fate too.” She started laughing. “You too will be adopted by a young couple in their early twenties. They will be your legal guardians.”

Still smiling, she said, “Our organization will furnish all your new baby clothes and even your baby crib and high chair to your mommies and daddies.”

The baby-women were sobbing about their fates. None of them wanted to become babies again, at least permanently. Being the head nurse, Karen checked each of the baby-women before leaving. A nursery music box was put on as well as the baby monitor. Karen and Monica said their good nights, turning off the lights. The nursery room only had a night light on to illuminate the room.

Sobbing, Jennifer asked, “Why me being treated like baby? Me big girl. Me married, a wife, me got kiddies!” What Jennifer thought she said was, “Why are we being treating like babies? We’re grown women. I’m married, a wife, with children!”

Marie asked Jennifer, “Why Jenny talk wike baby?’ And Marie thought she was saying, “Why are you speaking like a baby?”

Jennifer said, “I’m speaking like I usually do.” But it came out, “Me talk wike big girl.”

It seemed that when they spoke, it came out baby-talk, even though they though the were speaking normally.

Chrissy said angrily, “We aren’t babies!”

“I wanta go home!” wailed Katie.

Trying to remain calm, Marie, said, “They want to make us believe that we’re babies again. And it’s working. Look at us. In a short period of time, we’re starting to act like babies again.”

Sniffling, Jennifer asked, “What do you mean, Marie?”

“Well first off,” she said, “look how easy it was for us to learn to wet and mess our diapers. We’re grown women, yet it took little effort for them to teach us to lose control of our bladders. And look how easy it is for us to cry. And how we are speaking. We’re speaking baby-talk. We got to remember that we’re grown-ups, I mean adults, not little babies.”

The women started to yawn.

“I’m so tired.” said Kate.

This is ridiculous.” replied Jennifer. “Why are we so tired at 8 at night? It’s like we are babies again with our bedtime being at 8 because babies get tired at that time.” Yawning, Jennifer started to close her eyes.

In minutes, the baby-women were sound asleep. As they slept, a nurse came and stood over each of the sleeping babies. Very gently, the nanny lifted their thumbs and inserted them into their mouths. Marie and Katie started to suck on them right away, but Chrissi and Jennifer took awhile. The nanny made sure that each sleeping baby-woman was hugging their stuffed animal.

At 2 A.M., 2 nannies entered carrying baby bottles. Softly, the nannies removed their thumbs from the baby-women’s mouths and inserted the nipple of the baby bottle. The baby-women woke with a startled look, and then started sucking on the nipples. Then the nannies unlocked the restraints that held the baby-women down.

The baby-women were shocked; they had wakened to soggy, wet diapers. Only Chrissy woke with not only wet diapers, but also messy ones. Jennifer and Marie started to sob. Chrissy started banging her fists against the baby crib’s mattress in frustration.

Without thinking and her new lessons forgotten, Chrissi spoke. “I’m not a baby! We are not babies. Stop treating us like babies!” She was angry enough that she spoke like an adult.

Chrissi, not being secured anymore, sat up and tried to get out of her baby crib. Before she knew it, a nanny had her laying flat on her stomach in her crib. The Dr. Dentons was pealed off and her plastic pants were pulled down her legs. She was turned around and forced to lay flat on her stomach. Chrissi felt a cool breeze on her bottom as the nanny unpinned the diaper and pulled the back panel down, exposing her bottom. Using the palm of her hand, the nanny started spanking Chrissi. Her bottom turned bright red in moments.

“Stop!” pleaded a tearful Chrissi. “Stop spanking me! I’ll be good! I promise!”

The nanny continued spanking Chrissi for a full minute.

“How does a baby talk?” finally asked the nanny.

Crying, Chrissi remembered her lessons from earlier that day. She wailed, trying to sound as babyish as possible, “Me be good baby. Pleeze stop spanking baby!”

Finally the nanny stopped the spanking. The head nanny was summoned.

The other baby-women looked at Chrissi, amazed that she had reverted to speaking like a baby.

Karen entered and surveyed the situation. She saw Jennifer and Katie sucking on their pacifiers, Marie laid in her baby crib, hugging a teddy bear and Chrissi was wailing, while rubbing her bottom. She knew right away who got punished.

Walking over to Chrissi’s baby crib, she said, “Baby Chrissi, you have been a very naughty baby. From now until I say, you’ll have a bare bottom spanking, 4 slaps on each cheek, with each diaper change and an enema twice a day until I believe you have learned to behave like a baby again.”

Turning to a nurse, she said, “Tag Baby Chrissi’s chart to reflect this change.” With that, she turned and left the room.

Chrissi was re-diapered in her wet diapers and her Dr. Dentons place on her again. The diapers itched her skin and she wanted to be changed.

“Pleeze Nursie, pleeze change baby.” she wailed.

Shaking her finger at Chrissi, the nurse replied, “No. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before thinking you talk like a grown-up. You just might get a diaper rash.”

Chrissi started to cry harder thinking that she might get such an infantile rash.

The other baby-women were changed and strapped down once more. All were bottle-fed and burped. The nurses left, leaving the baby-women sobbing. Before long, the baby-women were feeling tried and cried themselves to sleep.