It was raining that Tuesday morning as Wendy Moffet joined her staff in the conference room. She was highly concerned about the nature of this particular conference, because the proposal which had occasioned it was a decidedly controversial one to say the least. Wendy had received a fax during the previous week from state supreme court justice Virginia Lord, and its contents had at first shocked Wendy to the point of speechlessness. If Wendy and her staff agreed to the proposal, the center would begin receiving annual state funding, not to mention public recognition and legal indorsement. Theretofore, the institute had been operated on a customer demand basis, with the exception of a random juvenile who had been remanded over to Wendy's custody ostensively for rehabilitational purposes. Dr. Moffet had never acquiesced to the implementing of her patented regression process upon an unwilling subject, because such a thing went contrary to her deep seated belief in free will. Every one had the right to determine the manner in which they chose to live, and the issue of blatant force on any level, and under any circumstances, was something which truly bothered Wendy. Also of great concern to Wendy was the issue of possible over expansion. The center had just received a huge bequeath of funds and property, and there was the distinct possibility that the center might very well over reach its capacity for growth. Wendy was afraid that too much growth too quickly would have highly detrimental consequences where her beloved center was concerned. However, she and her staff had agreed to at least allow Judge Lord to offer her proposal and defend it by sighting its merits as a mutually beneficial project for both the state judicial system and the center its self. Wendy turned at the sound of an excited voice calling to her from down the hall. The voice belonged to Shelley, who was approaching rapidly. "What do you think of this proposal? I mean, if we get state money, not to mention legal indorsement, we can become a nationally recognized institution in no time. Just think of it; after ten years, we no longer have to worry about possible legal consequences. So long as the courts have an open mind where we are concerned, infantilism as a lifestyle, not to mention a therapeutic option isn't under suspicion any more." Shelley's enthusiasm was mildly contagious, and Wendy was willing to concede that she was making some good points. "Lets us go in and here what the judge has to say." Wendy replied reservedly. "There are some good points, and there are some questionable ones as well. I don't feel completely comfortable with this idea, but I'm willing to listen to judge Lord, and we can put her proposal to a vote after we've heard what she has to say." Wendy and Shelley entered the conference room and sat down; since every one was already present, the meeting commenced with out delay.

Chris opened the meeting by introducing a few items of business which were quickly attended to, before presenting Judge lord to the rest of the assembly. "The judge has a very weighty proposal which warrants a lot of serious consideration and ultimately a vote. I won't attempt to give you an outline of her proposal; rather, I'll just turn things over to judge Lord at this point." Judge Lord arose and slowly walked to the front of the room, turned and addressed the group.

"I'm sure you all follow the news on a pretty regular basis. Consequently, you are aware of the sharp increase in juvenile related crime, which results from the significant proliferation of gangs in the state's major metropolitan areas. My biggest fear is that our beloved city of Madison will one day come to resemble Los Angeles California in the scope and magnitude of criminal activity, especially gang related criminal activity. We have taken our low crime rates for granted, because in our over self confidence, we have come to believe that we were a cut above the rest of the country because of the low cost of living, low crime rate and a host of other things that we have enjoyed in this state. However, with in the span of three years, all of our prisons have been filled to capacity, and there is a proposal before the state legislature at this very moment which strongly suggests the building of more prisons, and the major expansion of those which we already have. I will not stand here and try to miss lead you, because the increase in juvenile related crime is becoming an epidemic. We haven't the necessary resources with which to combat the increase in crime at present, and the development of such resources would have an astronomical price tag. Needless to say, we are getting desperate, and I don't mind frankly admitting this to you who are gathered here this morning. Things aren't far from getting out of hand where crime is concerned. The democratic and republican branches of the state legislature are dead locked where spending proposals are concerned. It seems as though both parties have their own agendas which have little to do with the reality of the crime situation. In other words, neither political party will give an inch, because each party wishes to have exclusive credit for solving our growing crime problems. As a consequence of the dead lock, nothing of a substantial nature is being done to hinder the rise of crime in our state. Please listen to me people. Four years ago, we had a total of five murders during the course of the entire year. We have had a grand total of five hundred and seventy murders during this past year. Our yearly murder rate has increased by five hundred and sixty five murders in the short span of three years. I don't know about you, but I am appalled by this. You have no idea how many kids come before me during the course of every day, and I know in my heart of hearts that most of them will either become murderers or victims of gang violence. Just four years ago, the worst case I was likely to see, was an occasional act of vandalism or something of that nature. If there were some viable alternative for these kids, perhaps things wouldn't be so bad. However, the old alternatives are no longer sufficient to keep the kids off the streets and away from gang influences. I don't expect your center to eradicate the crime rate by turning juveniles into babies, because such a solution would be highly simplistic and unethical. However, there are quite a few hard cases who are destined to wind up behind bars for life, or dead in the streets long before they reach adulthood. It is these individuals with whom I am concerned. After reading Dr. Moffet's book on infantilism, I was singularly impressed with the idea of her regression method and its undeniable results.

Ok, my proposal is simply this. We would like to refer juvenile offenders to your center for possible regression therapy or what ever you call it. Whether they stay or return to us, is strictly up to you. You get to pick and choose those whom you feel will benefit from infantile regression. We will allow you full liberty to select only those whom you see as being viable candidates for regression, and we will accept those whom you send back to us with out question. In other words, we are giving you state funding and full liberty at the same time. However, we would like to send one of our people to act as a liaison between this center and the state. Our representative will cooperate implicitly with the center, and you can count upon this person to assist you in any matter you may require. I want you people to discuss and consider my proposal, and I sincerely hope you decide to help us. If you wish me to, I will be happy to remain here and answer any questions which you may have. I'll tell you strait; we really need your help. Moreover, we are more than willing to accept your help on your own terms. To be completely honest with you, we really have a much bigger problem than we are able to handle, and we need all the help that we can get. I sincerely thank you for allowing me to come and speak to you, and I hope you'll give my proposal serious consideration. Thanks for listening, and now I'll turn things over to Chris." After she was done speaking, Virginia lord returned to her seat to await the outcome of the discussion which she knew would follow.

Chris resumed her place behind the podium, and officially put the proposal before the assembly. The discussion which followed lasted well into the afternoon. Issues such as free will verses coercion, costs of expansion and management techniques were among the many weighty problems addressed by the committee. Although state funding wasn't necessary under normal circumstances, compliance with Lord's proposal would entail a great deal of expense, and there would certainly be a plethora of legal matters to deal with. After repeated assurances from Judge Lord, the committee voted to accept her proposal, and yet another expansion of the center was decided upon.

Wendy felt an intense sense of relief and well being as she left the conference room. She was quite content in the knowledge that her professional and personal ethics weren't being compromised, and yet the center would be receiving a hefty annual stipendiary from the state government. Not only would the center be receiving government funds, but judge Lord had some how pulled a few political strings which resulted in the commandeering of a reform school which had been closed for ten years. The abandoned facility would need quite a lot of restoration, and this would be done entirely at state expense. Acquiring two completely separate facilities in the span of less than two days would require a tremendous amount of organization and effort on the part of every one concerned. Wendy fought hard to marshal her thoughts against the profusion of emotions which crowded in upon her as she walked slowly to her office. Never in her wildest dreams had she dared to even hope for the opportunity to employ her regression method on such a scale as this; the possibilities were staggering. All of her fondest dreams were coming true in an overwhelming succession of events which left Wendy dazed and some what giddy. She entered her office, sat down at her desk and thanked the mother Goddess for giving her such a competent staff to help her in the months to come.

Wendy's happy revery was interrupted by the smell of her dirty diaper. She stood quickly and grimaced as the well filled diaper sagged between her legs. She had been so caught up in the goings on, that she hadn't even realized when she had wet and soiled herself. The feel and smell of the poop which was spread over her bottom brought Wendy back down to earth with a rush. She walked across the hall and into the changing room, where she found Cindy and Mommy Chris. "Does some one need a diaper change?" Chris asked with a good natured sniff, and Wendy nodded in reply. "Cindy had too much chocolate milk at lunch, and her diaper leaked all over her skirt. She is gona have to walk around in just a diaper and shirt for the rest of the day, because she knows better than to drink so much." Chris explained. "I don't want the judge to see me in just my diapers." Cindy protested. Still objecting plaintively, Cindy climbed down from the changing table with her lower lip protruding in a very prominent pout. After helping Wendy off with her slacks, Chris lifted her onto the changing table. Chris unpinned Wendy's full diaper and wrinkled her nose. After wiping Wendy's bottom and checking for diaper rash, Chris raised Wendy's hips, slid a nice thick babykins cloth diaper into place, pulled it up between Wendy's legs and pinned it securely. After a fresh pair of rubber pants had been pulled up and tucked securely around the diaper, Wendy climbed down from the table with a contented sigh. "Well, it's time to get back down to business." Wendy said with a smile as she returned to her office.

Pam sighed with satisfaction as she appreciatively observed her work. She didn't care over much for computers, and now she was done. She looked closely at the entries and figures on her spread sheet. She just couldn't get over the size of the cost analysis and the acquisition form which she had been asked to provide. It had been a while since she had been expected to outfit such a large clinic; the little infirmary which Pam was in charge of paled in comparison to the new facility under proposal. The clinic would have 300 beds, and it would require a staff of no less than two hundred nurses and aids. Things had changed so rapidly during the past two days, that Pam was still reeling from the ordeal. Outfitting the facility at the old boarding school had been a relatively easy task, but providing the even larger facility with all that it would need, turned out to be quite a chore indeed. Pam was astonished by the shear cost of outfitting and maintaining this newer clinic. Her eyes widened in shear amazement as she once again perused the spread sheet on the screen before her. To begin with, the cost of keeping three hundred patients in diapers would be enormous. Cloth diapers and the resulting laundry would be a lot of expense and work, but relying upon disposable diapers in mass quantities would be out of the question. This bigger project could certainly succeed in Pam's opinion, but there would have to be a lot of paid workers. All of the equipment which would be needed for the employing of the regression process on so many patients at one time would also have a phenomenal price tag.

Pam was aroused from her musings by a tap on the door. She looked up to see a slightly frustrated Liz with a baby carriage in toe. "I'm sorry to interrupt you Pam, but we can't do much at all with the new baby. He is behaving in a highly disconsolate manner. He has been crying almost all day long. He won't eat. He won't play, and he won't even take a bottle half of the time. He kept Karen and Shelley up half the night, and I'm afraid he is making the other babies restless as well. I hate to complain Pam, but we are really having a problem with him. I hope you don't mind my bringing him over here, but I really didn't know what else to do." Pam stood as Liz finished speaking. She walked around the desk and bent over the stroller. The baby gave Pam a big smile of delight, and tried to hug her. Pam patted his cheek and crooned softly to him for a few moments before straitening and returning to her desk. "I'm sorry he has given you and Karen such a hard time. We really didn't know how he would do over in the dormitory. I'll bet the past two days have been pretty rough for you guys. Say Liz, would you mind doing me a big favor and take these forms over to Wendy? I'll stay here and get the little guy settled, and try to feed him." Pam kept up a steady chatter as she printed her work. Liz nodded willingly and accepted the folder which Pam handed her. "Karen has already changed his diaper for you, but he hasn't eaten much all day. He is behaving a lot like Kim did when she was first regressed, maybe he's bonded with you. I'll just carry this folder over to Wendy. If you need anything, just phone me. Ok?" Liz said. "Thanks so much sweety." Pam replied as Liz prepared to leave.

Pam stood for a moment listening to Liz's receding foot steps before turning back to the stroller. She had tried to put Baby Ray out of her mind during the last two days, but despite all of the feverish activity, she couldn't stop thinking about him. There had really been something about him. Pam had been strangely attracted to this little guy ever since the night of his arrival. moreover, she had detected something different about him not long after he had awakened from the regression process. For ten years, Pam had patiently waited for that special some one to come into her life. She often times felt as though perhaps she was looking for a significant other in the wrong place. Maybe she was meant to have a man, and not a regressed baby. However, Pam couldn't imagine herself with some one over whom she couldn't exercise full and undisputed control, unless it was a completely regressed baby. If her partner was not willing to accept her absolute authority, a relationship, so far as Pam was concerned, was out of the question. Pam had taken care of many completely submissive babies, but most of them already had mommies or daddies. On the other hand, most of those babies who hadn't any parents weren't submissive enough for Pam.

She bent over the stroller's occupant, whereupon he put his arms around her neck and babbled happily. After bestowing a maternal kiss on his forehead, Pam gently extricated herself from the baby's enthusiastic grasp and pushed the stroller into the main part of the infirmary. The baby's eyes followed Pam as she prepared something for him to eat. He clapped his hands gleefully as Pam approached him with his supper. He opened his mouth wide and devoured the proffered food greedily. Pam smiled with satisfaction as the last bite was consumed. "You ate your supper like such a good baby, so mommy has something special for you." Pam said brightly. She retrieved a large plastic container from one of the cupboards, opened it and took out several large cookies. Pam knew all too well what the results of eating the cookies would be, but the causing of unrestrained voiding served as a form of positive reinforcement for babies especially just after their regression process.

The women sat around the table in the cafeteria after dinner and discussed the up coming events well into the evening. Judge Virginia Lord found it impossible to avoid staring at the numerous diaper clad figures walking around unconcernedly as though their appearance was the most normal thing under the sun. She knew that she must resemble a fish out of water because of the way she kept gaping uncontrollably at those around her; she had never felt more out of place in her life. Noticing her discomfort, Wendy Moffet gave her an understanding smile and patted her hand. "I'll bet we are the oddest looking bunch you have ever seen, aren't we." Wendy said with a soft laugh. "It isn't difficult for me to put myself in your place. Are you sure this is what you won't your young truants to become? I've no doubt there will be those who welcome regression, and there will be those who will resist it for all they are worth. However, I would rather see them in diapers than see them behind bars or dead." Judge Lord wasn't sure as to just how to answer this strange woman sitting next to her. "Ultimately state employees will take over the running of the reform center. All we won't is your regression method and your initial supervision. After that point, as we agreed, you will act as a consultant. Like you Dr. Moffet, I would much rather see those young tough guys hanging out in diapers, sucking on bottles and staying the hell out of trouble." Virginia knew that she must have sounded harsh and cold to Dr. Moffet. She couldn't make Dr. Moffet understand the exact nature of her agenda; after all, Dr. Moffet wasn't a feminist, and therefore couldn't completely understand where she was coming from.

Wendy toyed with the handle of her coffee cup and winced slightly at her rapidly filling diaper. She sighed as Virginia's thoughts and impressions flitted across her own consciousness. She knew that her services would be utilized only to the extent that she was able to get the state supported regression clinic off the ground and functioning at full capacity. Wendy also knew that her position as a consultant with the state judicial system would last only long enough for others to learn and master her regression process. Being psychic gave one an advantage over others at times, but Wendy was strangely disconcerted as she looked into the cold face of the judge and experienced her thoughts and emotions. "It's time to have a talk with Pammy, if she is still awake." Wendy thought to herself. "We will do all in our power to establish your regression clinic, and we will also serve as consultants in so far as you need us Judge Lord." Wendy said resignedly. After another half hour of talking, Wendy excused herself, and stood up to leave. "Say, Dr. Moffet, I mean Wendy, I think you have a problem. I mean, you need to check your pants; I think you might have had an accident." Virginia was mildly disgusted at the sight of a well educated and cultured woman who pissed herself like a baby, and her feelings were but thinly veiled. Wendy touched the seat of her slacks and laughed. "I am long over due for a diaper change." She said lightly. "Do you do that on purpose?" Virginia couldn't help asking. "As a matter of fact, I do not." Wendy replied with a laugh. "I have been with out bowel and bladder control for more than ten years now." She continued. "Oh yes the regression thing, I'd forgotten. So have you been regressed, and are you an adult baby too then?" Virginia couldn't help but notice how ridiculous her question sounded even to herself. After all, Dr. Moffet had been waddling around all day long with a thickly padded bottom, and she would disappear from time to time obviously to have her diaper changed. These people were so weird, and those macho tough guys would soon be running around and acting like these diaper dependant clowns. This thought caused Virginia to smile involuntarily. "To answer your question, yes I have gone through the regression process. In fact, I was the first to experience the process, so I can tell you first hand that its effects are permanent." Wendy replied. She then wished the judge a good night, and politely excused herself.

The lights in the infirmary had been dimmed, and Wendy sighed and turned to leave, thinking that Pam had gone to bed. However, she was arrested with her hand on the door knob by Pam's voice. "How did everything go today? I was distracted by a certain baby boy, just as I was finishing my report. I've had my hands full since then." Pam said with a smile. "Liz told me about Baby Ray. So they had to send him back did they? Well, I am not surprised in the least. I sort of had a feeling this would happen." Wendy replied laughing. Wendy walked further into the room and looked down at the sleeping form on the bed. She smiled gently at the innocent up turned countenance and turned to face her friend. "I think this is my baby." Pam said simply. "You've waited for a long time haven't you." Wendy replied. Pam nodded in ascent and spoke softly. "You know, when I was giving him his bath tonight, I got so excited, and I think you know what kind of excitement I mean. But, he is off limits in that way, if you know what I mean." "Yes I do know what you mean." Wendy replied. Pam started suddenly at the sight of Wendy's sodden slacks. "I know a certain doctor who is in need of a diaper change." Pam said. She lead Wendy into the bed room, where she laid her on the bed, removed her pants and inspected the soaking diaper. Pam then took off Wendy's rubber pants and unpinned her diaper. Wendy took pam's hand as she was preparing to clean her nether regions, and began moving it up and down along the opening of her hairless mound. Wendy arched her hips, and her lips parted in a soft moan of excitement and expectation. Pam's face relaxed into a large smile of both gratitude and relief. She would have her needs met to night. Pam bent and kissed Wendy's mound; she then crawled onto the bed and infolded the half naked woman in her arms. They kissed tenderly and fondled one another gently. Pam rolled over and retrieved an object from a drawer in the night stand. Wendy took it from her, secured the straps around her own legs and fitted the cylindrical object into place. She then rose and placed herself between Pam's widely spread thighs. Wendy slowly brought Pam to the height of ecstacy before allowing her to climax. It was impossible for Pam to prevent the cries of intense pleasure from escaping her. After she was finally able to relax, Pam removed the object from Wendy's crotch and inspected the wet bedding. Wendy had wet rather copiously during their love making, so the bedding would need to be changed, and Wendy would need to be pinned into a diaper for the night. Before diapering Wendy, Pam lovingly brought her friend to a slow and exquisite climax by fingering and licking Wendy's clitoris. The two women then fell blissfully asleep in each other's arms.