The girls returned to the wide halls of their captor's facility, and were taken in a new direction by their nannies, each girl pulled by reigns attached to a pink and yellow child harness strapped around her torso.
Clara found herself somehow missing the gag now - it at least gave her an excuse for being silent in that it gave her no option, now she had the option and realised that she had become too cowardly to use it, and was humiliated at the realisation of how much they had broken her.
Ahead of Clara, the redhead from her shipping and then nursery group was massaging her newly freed mouth, with a similarly confused and distant look on her face after the new-found freedom. Clara wondered not for the first time how it must seem for the other girls, who didn't even know about babification beforehand, as she had. Soiling their diaper, naps, highchair feedings - it must have been an overwhelming re-training experience, but it obviously worked. The centre produced many "well behaved" adult-childs crafted from previously-normal adult women.
Thinking about how she could ever explain her perverse desire to be here if any of the other girls found out, Clara had the sudden disturbing mental image of herself tied over a bondage horse, begging to be put in diapers and made into a baby while her rear was paddled mercilessly by the Warden woman. She shuddered at the thought, that type of thing used to be her wildest fantasy, but now seemed her full-time nightmare.
Clara glanced at the other girls, walking as they were in their baby doll dresses and revealing cute princess pullups with every step. Their initial month had largely been a timeless and blurred stupor of shocks and diaper changes, not much better than their horrific shipping experience, and so far had very little in the way of specific training, rather they had simply been broken, moulded to be trained.
But now Clara sensed that she was coming into her training proper, where she would perhaps - more humiliatingly - have to be a child in her own actions, instead of simply being forced by raw bondage. She found herself fearing how subservient and obedient she would probably turn out to be. She'd had a few hard spankings just for being disagreeable - but there was something worse about the upcoming expectation of actually being a child in a meaningful more normal life sense. She would probably be expected to take the initiative, finding things to colour in, toys to call her own, nurses to change her diaper - it was possibly an even more horrific thought than being stuck in that crib room, because there would be no excuses but her own cowardice now.
The thought of taking on a regressed adult mindset made her shudder, she wasn't ready to abandon her adulthood yet. She didn't have to affirm to herself that she was absolutely craving freedom from the diapers which clung to her butt, and the denial of simple adult freedoms such as toilets, rather than the seat of her pants.
Suddenly they were turning from the hall, entering another small side room, and each girl groaned as they saw the row of changing tables prepared with open thick diapers. The pullups had only been for their presentation to the headmistress, Clara realised with disappointment, and they were each now to be put back where they were beginning to learn that they "belonged".
The brunette seemed particularly unenthusiastic, and looked nervously at the laid out diapers - knowing full well what she had been doing in the seat of such in the past long blur of days. She began to negotiate in her best business voice, nervously quivering as she spoke.
"I don't think that I necessarily need to go back in -" she began, but was cut off with a resounding smack to her rear and upper thigh. She yelled and hopped, instantly going quiet and grabbing her bottom, knowing full well that the nannies could do worse. She stood with a trembling lip knowing that she shouldn't have taken the risk of talking back, as her matron towered over her wagging a finger in her face.
"I don't recall asking your opinion young lady, and I think that you just earned yourself a task of writing a poem describing why you love your diapers - how thankful you are for being put in them, and singing a little song about the freedom they provide - giving examples of when you went in them, and how lucky it was that they were there. Then, you can read your poem in front of all the other children, and better never forget how much you love your diapers, unless you want to go back into the private nursery for another round of familiarisation."
The brunette looked equal parts furious and horrified, but the Nanny only leaned closer, glaring into the brunette's face as she asked "Do I make myself clear?"
The girl stared back blankly, seemingly almost tempted to yell back in indigence, but then her face melted into subservient fear, and she meekly replied "Yes, Ma'am." - her face turning sick as she realised what she would have to do.
They were all miserable as they were hoisted backwards onto their changing tables, lain on their backs, and had their pullups pulled down. Clara sucked on her lower lip and tilted her head back to look at the wall behind her, while the stern Nanny applied new cream and powder to her charge's genitals and then rear, ensuring that it was all rubbed in quite properly.
"You are getting to become proper little ones now." the redhead's nanny began, "which means that you will learn etiquette, spend time in the nursery proper, and make friends. You will learn to report to the nannies anything which you think that they would want to know, such as whether other girls are up to no good."
"You will each be tested, and each of you better hope that she's the most proper little girl, or you could go back to a newborn group for far longer, and that's if you're lucky. The naughtiest little girls go into complete sensory deprivation in cribs for years on end, why we've had one girl who thought that just because her Daddy was a prince somewhere, she was somehow not required to act her new age like all the rest here. She has not left her crib, seen light, or heard sound, in over two years, and I hear that she now responds only to the touch of diaper changes in a desperate bucking, as if hoping to plead her way out. She'll be lucky if she gets another chance at the nursery before three years are up."
Clara heard the redhead gulp in nervousness after the story, and each lay terrified as their diapers were pulled up and then fastened tightly around their waists. Then another diaper came, and then another. Soon Clara realised that she couldn't possibly walk in the thickness that they were giving her, and looked to her side to see that the other girls were the same - giant mounds now rising above their privates waiting for a seeming heavy combination of wettings. It was the brunette's nurse who explained in an unnervingly sweet tone, as if it was entirely benign,
"All newcomers in the nursery proper are to be crawlers for a long stretch of time, which will allow the children to know who are the newest, and lowest. And because we know that you can't be trusted to do as we say yet, these thick diapers instead ensure that there's no chance of you being disobedient. There's no chance of you walking like naughty little girls when you shouldn't be, not when you're in these." she finished, smugly. Clara was horrified, but also still that slightest bit aroused, she noted miserably, and hoped that nobody could somehow read her mind and know that terribly embarrassing secret on top of all the other embarrassments. She saw the two girls next to her, and knew that nobody should be aroused in such a state. And yet she was.
They were helped down from their tables, finding that they indeed could not stand in what they were wearing - it was as thick as what she had been shipped in, during that long uncomfortable journey, and she silently prayed that the diaper changes wouldn't be as infrequent to match.
Ordered to crawl - with a light slap from a paddle on Clara's bottom - they made their way towards a secondary door from the one in which they had entered. To the trio's gut-wrenching horror, they found themselves emerging into a giant daycare room, full of adult women dressed as oversized babies and toddlers.
Clara was stunned. The others beside her audibly lost their breath. They all remained stupidly on all fours staring at the scene, while behind them, the door into the changing station closed, taking the nannies with it.
Clara saw one girl, dressed as an oversized messy toddler with loose t-shirt and giant disposable to match, sitting with her legs out to her sides as she banged on a collection of pots and pans in front of her with a wooden spoon, while sucking furiously on a pacifier.
Another woman, who Clara instantly suspected was one of the strongest willed in the group, sat in an oversized plastic baby swing, which was clearly vibrating furiously while she moaned into one of the dreaded ring gags, and seemed to be focusing nowhere as her eyes rolled from the torturous ecstasy, seemingly designed to inflame an erotic attachment to diapers.
Clara blushed knowing that she would need no such training.
Another two girls sat back to back, clad in the same giant diaper which pulled them tightly against each other - both seemed miserable, but sucked on their pacifiers and played with their toys obediently. They looked up at angrily at a girl who almost ran into them on a large plastic tricycle, which she was riding nervously as a Nanny stood nearby and encouraged her on a circuit around that part of the room.
The whole room was full of such noisy events, it was a mini catastrophe, and the three new entrants watched from near the wall, dumbfounded, on all fours in crawling positions, realising that their only option now was to crawl forward, into the nightmarish explosion of noise and colours.
They each were having a sickening and frightening realisation of just how large the operation was, and just how long-lasting their experience were going to be. Clara hated herself for knowing more than the others, and why. She almost wanted to go find a furniture post to hump her thickly diapered crotch against, but more than anything wanted to go hide in some impossibly dark corner, and disappear from the sheer realisation of how humiliating her life was about to become.
She didn't know how long they stayed there, all three equally stunned. Clara didn't even notice a nanny appear and check the brunette's diaper, commenting on that she was carrying a huge load, and needed a change. Clara realised that the girl must have literally shit herself from the sight of the scene before them. In retrospect, she realised, it was lucky that she hadn't done the same.
The brunette began to cry, but the nurse had no sympathy, and simply said "come along" and lead the crawling girl away.
The two remaining girls watched their crib partner crawl away in silence, and then the redhead let out an involuntary worried mewing sound, which she quickly silenced. After a moment of indecisiveness, she crawled away also, and Clara watched in fascination as the giant baby-woman crawled away in thick diapers, tantalised by the thought that she must look the same. Horrified again, she hated herself, and decided to set off in an opposite direction. After weeks of sleeping with those stranger girls, seeing each other's messy diaper changes, sharing naked baths with them - she felt the need to go find new companions who hadn't seen every humiliating angle of her.
There was so much activity in the playroom, and Clara didn't want anything to do with any of it. She avoided a group of three girls seemingly having naps on the floor - lying on their sides on mats, three white disposable diapered butts were visible under small blankets draped over three women's sleeping shoulders.
She almost bumped into another group, two girls in denim overall dresses and the always-visible diapers, playing with puzzle pieces. They looked at her for a long moment, before one of them said "You're new... Do you want to uh join in?"
Clara nervously sputtered "Uh, no, thanks" and crawled off as fast as she could, making an idiot of herself with her giant butt in the air.
Part 5 - The Girl in Black
Clara finally rounded an unused slippery slide, into a quiet section of the larger playroom, otherwise penned in by various cupboards quite well.
She came into the presence of one solitary diapered women - maybe a teen - sitting and playing with china dolls. She had shiny black hair with two white ribbons tied in, pale skin, and a perfect black and white lolita outfit. From mary janes on her feet, black and white leggings went up to her diaper, which was hidden under a stretched pair of blue and yellow teddy-bear-printed underwear - the only colour on her outfit. The underwear was half covered by many layers of white frills on various short petticoats which started higher on her waist than they probably should, giving her the illusion of wearing normally proportioned clothes which still revealed her diaper. Her jet black dress matched her shoes, hair, and nails, and even Clara was taken aback by how perfectly she was dressed and presented as a gothic doll.
The girl looked at Clara stunned for a moment, she had been crawling rather fast in her panic after all, and then sighed, saying "You probably have no idea what the fuck's going on, being new and all."
Clara remained gaping on all fours, until the girl pointed to a spot opposite her collection of dolls, saying "Sit" suggestively.
Clara nervously crawled over, and the girl looked her up and down in appraisal. "You should find a big sister," she said. "Some of the girls can be quite mean, even here, and when I was new I got sent off to deprivation treatment for a month for something which I didn't even do, but they pinned on me on my first day." She had a hint of sadness in her voice as she said that, but also a little toughened bitterness and resolve.
"If you want, I'll watch out for you. I have angel status now - I haven't done anything naughty in over a year."
"You've... been here for over a year?" Clara asked gaping, looking at the girl worryingly. It occurred to her with a pang that she had seen pictures of this girl, had... masturbated to her. Now she realised that she was one of those very babies herself.
"Yeah." said the girl matter of factly, "I don't know if you know, but they auction us off, and I've already been sold to some sicko priest. It's only a matter of months until he gets out of prison for some crime from years ago, and then, I'm his."
She spoke matter of factly, as if completely resigned to her fate. "Then I'll probably be sucking his dick and begging his wife for a diaper change, and will otherwise be the perfect dolled daughter for them."
Clara switched to sitting on her own padded rear, legs awkwardly splayed, as she listened to the girl's story, seeing where she was going with it.
"They've already told me that my crib will lie against a one way mirror into their master bedroom, that they want to watch me in there as they fall asleep every night." "And you know what?" the girl asked.
"..What?" Clara responded, not sure if she actually wanted to know.
"I'll do it all, obediently, as you eventually will too, when your time to be adopted comes." she said, staring deadpan at Clara.
"The grownups here -" she continued, gesturing around, "Are all true grownups, we are not - you will eventually understand this. They do what they want because grownups do what they want, and we absolutely don't do what we want, we do as we're told - and what they want is to train us to act as they see fit, and they'll succeed. You can fight it, you can deny it, but if you're here, it's because you don't have what they have, you don't have true adulthood in you. They'll make you see, and soon you'll be wishing for a Mommy to hold your hand and spank you when you're naughty."
Clara looked at her like she was crazy, but knew enough to also think that she just might be right.
"That's how we all come to see it anyway," the girl finished miserably. "It's hard to explain - but you, and whoever else you came in with, are all going to be oversized children like the rest of us, soon enough. It's about spirit as much as true age, and I sure as hell am never going back to paying bills, looking after myself, or somehow learning to be potty trained again if that's possible. I don't even know if I could sleep without the bars of a crib now."
Clara looked at her in mortified horror, quite sure that what the girl said was true, and that in time, she would no longer be able to say that she thought of herself as a grownup and still be speaking honestly.
"They picked us well," the raven-haired girl said, gesturing once more. "We're all the types who are suited for this sort of thing, and each discover it in the end."
Clara sat stunned at the harsh introduction. "What's your name?" she whispered.
"Sarah Jane Emily" replied the girl, "Or at least it is now."
"They wanted me to have a pretty girly name." she added, seeing Clara's confusion.
"I'm uh Clara. And I don't think that I'm going to let them turn me into a kid." she said defiantly.
Sarah Jane Emily snorted, and picked up one of her dolls.
"Have you seen the grownups?" she asked curiously.
"Yes." replied Clara.
Sarah Jane laughed, "See. You think of them as grownups already."
Clara's brow furrowed, "No, that's not what I meant, they just call themselves that, and it kind of sinks in - it's all tricks."
"You won't get out of here until you think - understand - that it's the truth. And they know when you understand, you can't fake it."
"So.. what.." Clara began angrily, "You think that you're actually a little girl, even knowing that you're not?"
"No." Sarah Jane explained quietly. "I know that I'm a big girl, who has been turned into a little girl for all intents and purposes, and have realised that I can't just turn back now." "You will see." she added simply. Clara decided not to push it.
Sarah Jane Emily held out a doll for Clara, and Clara blushed as she took it, feeling somehow more childish instantly for the act, yet trying to deny what Sarah Jane could ever be right.
"So, do they um, potty train anybody if they're lucky, or anything?" asked Clara, hopeful.
"I haven't used a toilet once since I got here" Sarah said dryly, looking away, unable to meet Clara's eyes when she said it. "There's no choice, it's just all diapers now. All the time. For everything."
"But they can't!" said Clara exasperatedly, "They just can't."
Sarah Jane smirked.
"They have boys too, somewhere else, or maybe it's a different facility from which they visited here once. But I had to do a sort of old fashioned family portrait set with a boy once, who was dressed in a schoolboy's sailor uniform, with tiny shorts and a little hat to match the schoolgirl outfit which I was wearing. And he was diapered all the same - it was poking out everywhere.
When it was over, he left with some huge guy, who was his caretaker or owner I think - he threatened the guy in diapers - who was maybe in his twenties - with a spanking for poor posture, and he shot right back to attention. There's really no escaping that being a kid is about how you react to people who say that they are grownups and hold the authority, as much as anything else."
Clara frowned, Emily Jane seemed almost as if she needed to justify to herself that she had surrendered. But if every other girl that had come before them had done the same, what chance did Clara have?
"Anyway" said Emily, as if shrugging off the previous conversation, "If you're going to be my little sister, there's a few other things that you should know.
Unless you have angel status like me, then when you poo you have to tell a nanny immediately - if they find you without a changing note post-it, you'll regret it."
"Post its..?" asked Clara.
"Yeah, it says when you were found in a messy diaper, and they then mark a time on the note until you can be changed, and stick it on the back of your diaper, and then other nurses check you later, you can't ever demand that they rush it, it's always their call.
It supposedly ensures that you're fully accustomed to diaper dependency and all it entails, and don't expect to just get out of a messed diaper immediately as some prissy girls have in the past. Why, there was a leggy blonde once that was so entitled... Anyway, they fixed her and I think sold her to a woman with a crazy elaborate scat fetish, so don't let them know what embarrasses you most."
Clara thought back to her many stories, which described in detail the embarrassing things which she eroticised more than anything else. She felt nauseous.
"And don't think that you can game the system. If you don't have a changing note by three hours before bedtime, you're shit out of luck - you'll have to wait until morning for a change. The schedule for bedtime randomly changes for each person each day, so don't take the risk of trying to go at a certain time to try to get a shorter wait from night-time changes, it could turn into a much much longer wait, and for most everybody who has tried, it backfired so many times that they stopped."
"Two." continued Sarah Jane, "You can usually request who you share your crib with, they only really deny it when somebody's getting punished. Unless you're a lesbo, I suggest avoiding a few girls, as they're pretty strong and the nannies turn a blind eye to being raped in your own crib - in fact, I think that they film it."
Clara touched her lips, remembering where the warden had kissed her less than an hour earlier, and didn't doubt it. She tried to imagine forceful sex in diapers in her crib late at night, and then shook the thought from her mind.
"Three. Because I'm your big sister, you take the fall for me if it's ever needed. But it probably won't, I'm an angel. But remember that other girls may have little sisters who could do so if you ever get into a fight with one of them."
Clara tried to imagine a complex social order in a land of diapered oversized babies, and realised that her situation was going to be a lot more complicated than she ever thought. Really, she realised, anywhere people are kept together like this, such hierarchies emerge, and she'd better get used to it.
"There are more things that you should know, but those are probably the most pressing." finished Sarah Jane.
Clara pondered for a moment, before asking "Are... Are we ever breastfed?"
"Yes" replied Sarah Jane Emily, "But not regularly. How did you know?" she asked, looking at Clara curiously.
Clara didn't want to blow her cover - she couldn't imagine if they ever knew that she fetishized all of this before coming, it would be too humiliating. She'd be "the baby who wanted it", when she really didn't any more than anybody else - she just got off on it, and didn't know why.
"It uh just seemed obvious that they might do such things, I suppose" she responded, not needing to fake her convincing downcast attitude.
Sarah Jane went back to playing with her dolls, evidentially putting them all in an alternative assortment of clothes, while Clara sat at a loss, not touching the dolls in front of her.
Sarah eventually pointed out into the larger playroom, which was visible from their fairly private vantage point between a children's slide and some large warddrobes.
Following the line of Sarah's finger, Clara watched as a vaguely Asian girl crawled up to a nanny, tugged on her skirt, and said something pleading while bouncing on her hands and knees The nanny checked the girl's diaper by pulling back the band, wrote on a piece of paper, then stuck the oversized post-it note to the rear of the girl's diaper. The girl then crawled away, not looking up and seemingly hoping that no eyes were on her, with the embarrassing slip bouncing on her rear letting the whole world know the state of her diaper.
Clara went pale. "I'll have to do that..?"
"Whenever you mess your diapers" explained Sarah Jane, obviously more embarrassed about it than she was trying to let show.
Clara liked Sarah, she decided, as much as she could like an oversized gothic doll who advocated surrendering to diaper dependency. She at least warned her about the cribs.
"Look, I'm almost done here" Sarah said, "And the nannies can make it a bit of a torment if you're not seen active semi-regularly, if you want to stay safe on your first day, you should at least probably crawl around a bit, or you might get some "encouragement" to do some baby activity which you don't want to do. Find something which suits you, or which annoys you less than all the other options."
Clara could think of nothing that she wanted to do, especially crawling around as an obvious newcomer in giant diapers, not even able to stand.
"Will they really.." Clara begun.
"Yes." cut in Sarah Jane, "As your big sister, I'm just watching out for you. You should go be active for a bit."
Clara sighed and heaved herself onto all fours, and looked out at the larger nursery nervously. She decided that she would go find Red from the crib, she suspected that the girl could use a sister as good as Sarah Jane.
Part 6 - Encounter with a brat
Clara crawled, but found herself too embarrassed to show her face, and thus had been crawling with her head down - which was not so uncommon in a daycare full of adult women kept in diapers against their will and constantly humiliated for it - but the problem was that she didn't really watch where she was going, and ended up right in the midsts of a large group of girls. She realised that she was in trouble when she found herself being teased by what looked like toddlers, jeering and asking if the new baby was lost.
One girl in blonde pigtails - and what Clara thought were particularly adorable toddler shoes - still managed to make herself seem menacing, as she approached Clara and towered over her, seemingly rubbing in her ability to walk upright. Clara began to wonder if she wasn't effectively in some horrific women's prison, she would expect such gangs as this there as well.
"Hey, new girl" the blonde grinned sadistically, "You're going to be my new little sister, got it? Which means that you're going to sleep in my crib, and do what I say. In return, I'm going to protect you, which means that nobody else touches those pretty little cheeks unless I give permission first."
Clara gaped, not knowing what to say, and after a moment, realised that she was wetting herself. She didn't handle conflict well.
The toddler-punk in front of her suddenly stopped the jeering and went silent, before her face split into a grin.
"New girl is pissing her pants at the sight of me!" she laughed, which a few others joined in.
Clara found herself wondering how the fuck these people existed here, and realised that anywhere that people were imprisoned by stronger people, there were still the bitchy rulers of the prison kingdom. She tried to stop herself peeing but barely managed amongst all the frightening jeering, before it started up again. Clara suddenly started sniffling, as tears ran down her face.
"Daw, I didn't mean to make the wittle baby cry" teased the bully standing over her, "Would you like Mommy to kiss you and make it all better?" she teased, but Clara sensed that it was also a literal question, or threat.
Another girl nearby boldly called "You cry plenty when you're spanked, Gem" which caused the girl standing over Clara to turn furious, and bunch her fists.
"Don't talk about that here Anna you idiot, you know that nobody speaks about that to me."
Anna clearly wasn't frightened, perhaps she was a contending leader of her own, and simply rolled her eyes and said "Later Gem, have fun with the new girl" and then wandered off, with the slightest bit of a waddle which made it seem somehow comical, like a scene from some rugrats episode.
Gem was angry, but seem mollified by Anna leaving. She returned her attentions to Clara. Crouching, she took the tear-moistened chin of the girl on all fours in her hand, and lifted Clara's face.
"Look at me" Gem said.
Clara wondered if this Gem girl might not be better suited for a nanny job, and began to doubt Sarah Jane's claim that they were all picked for being appropriate for being babies. Then she began to wonder whether Gem was picked especially for being appropriate for being a bully type of baby to make the experience hell for the other girls, and Clara instantly knew that this girl could turn into a sweetheart when the "grownups" appeared, and suspected that they probably even know about it, and encouraged it. Clara realised that in such a situation, she'd have a much harder time than she expected to not regress, there were childish stresses here worse than what she had even imagined.
"Look at me" Gem growled, and Clara loooked up, wishing that she wasn't stuck in this stupid crawling position with her giant diaper marking her as bait.
"What's your name?" Gem asked, her eyes like fierce cinders.
"Clara" she whimpered, but then blurt out "L-Look... I already have a big sister, Sarah.. Jane.. um, Emily."
"Oh? You have a sister? And you have to think about it to remember her full name?" Gem asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, no uh.. It's just that I'm ne-"
"What's my name?" Gem interrupted, gripping Clara tighter, so that she spat out "Gem!" before even thinking about it.
"That's right, I'm Gem, and see, you know my name, so that's you are better off being my little sister. So when the nannies ask whose crib you want to sleep in, if you somehow end up there early looking to get a choice, you can say 'Gem'. Not that stupid China-Doll's plaything - she'd probably want to dress you up like her other toys."
Clara began to wonder if these women - diapered and forcefully babified as they were - really actually had such discernible traits, whether Sarah was playing with the dolls not just for something to do, but because those were the toys which she gravitated towards. Clara wondered if they had a writing crayon station or similar - she liked writing - Then her attention was snapped back to Gem, who was gripping Clara tighter.
"I'll say it again - say that you will be my little sister."
Clara realised that she hadn't even heard the first time, lost in her train of thought.
"Say it." spat Gem."
"But I already -"
"No you don't. Now say it."
Clara tried to back away then, to get out of Gem's grip on her chin in her awkward state. It was like backing a boat with a blindfold, and she found herself trapped.
"But-"
Clara saw a nurse walking past, and suddenly called "Nurse! Nanny! Ma'am!"
The nurse turned, and Gem had already released Clara's face.
To her horror, she saw Gem become an instantaneous sweetheart, rocking on her heels with her hands behind her back.
Before Clara even thought to say anything, Gem was on it, obviously well trained in her new toddler role. "Miss Sandra, this new girl - Clara here - just asked me to be her new big sister, and I said yes! Isn't that wonderful?"
"No! I-" began Clara, but withered under the gaze of the tall nurse in heels looking down her nose at her, and the presence of the powerful Gem standing next to her. Clara found herself then staring up the nurse's short dress, suddenly enormously envious of the perfect white panties that she saw there, now completely lost in her overwhelming situation and simply staring.
"Are you looking up my dress young lady?!" the nurse suddenly bellowed, snapping Clara out of her daze, and turning quite a few heads nearby, despite most of Gem's group having scattered when the nurse arrived.
"No, I... don't know.." Clara said, beginning to tear up again.
The nurse seemed to hear Clara say 'Yes', and continued on as if so. "That is a very naughty and disgusting thing. Newcomers here often have such poor manners as you, but we have ways to fix it!"
Clara was trying not to break into a full tear bawling while so many eyes were on her, and remained frozen as the Nanny took a reign from her belt, and clipped it to Clara's top.
"Come" the nanny ordered, ironically now giving Clara a fuller view of up the woman's skirt as she turned and pulled her along.
She looked around in silent desperation, hoping that somebody in this wretched place might save her, but then felt the tug of the leash, and began crawling after the "true grown up", as Sarah Jane would say, and was proving to be right.
In a small side-room, half an hour later, Clara lay sobbing on her back, while her many diapers lay unfastened under her, and a soapy enema nozzle was finally inserted into her waiting rectum. As she swelled up, she began to make delirious pleas, about how she wasn't suitable for baby material, and should just be sent home. Neither the nanny nor the brutish woman who staffed the enema room listened, and after the long ordeal, Clara was finally taped back into her diaper, not even letting her enema be released into a potty as they had done in the training room.
She cried for some time, but was soon being helped off of the bench, and then was forced to crawl back into the nursery, feeling small squirts escaping her rectum. A door was closed behind her, and she burst into louder tears as she found herself with nowhere to go, and let loose into her diaper then and there at the blank wall of the nursery. Thankfully nobody hung around a door which an angry nurse had disappeared into, but she was still quite sure that various people saw and heard her loudly filling her diaper.
Finally finished, and still sobbing, she looked around, realising that she had to avoid Gem again, and then realised with a wave of sickness that she'd have to find a nanny to give her a messy diaper change slip also. With the determination of the truly desperate, she set off, crawling in her giant and now very uncomfortable diaper, keeping an eye out for diaper bullies, and wondering why the fuck she had ever wished for any of this.
To be continued...
A possible Sarah Jane Emily..
