LARA'S SUMMER PART I ********************** Warning: this story contains heavy age regression. ********************** Hi, my names Lara. I'm a thirteen-year-old girl who had an odd experience this summer. I want to tell you all about it. It all started one day when I was at school. You see, I'm a very aggressive person. I always have had an extremely bad temper. I'm a little vain too. I'm very small for my age (something which became a major detriment over the summer) and I'm also very cute. I can't help that, I just am. Anyhow I was in a bad mood this day at school. I really wanted to break something. I was walking through the playground of the school during recess trying very hard to isolate myself from everyone. I just wanted to be alone with my feelings. As I walked I started getting the feeling I was being followed. I turned around and there behind me was Billy Sanders. He was a wimpy short kid who liked to think he was hot stuff. I really hated him. "Billy why are you following me!" I yelled at him. "Go away and leave me alone." Then Billy opened his mouth. I don't remember what he said. I was in too angry a mood to care. Whatever it was, it seemed rude and condescending to me. I went ballistic. I don't remember much of what happened. In fact, all I remember is being pissed off and hitting him many, many times. When I was finished with my beating of Billy Sanderson I let him drop to the ground and walked away. I vaguely remember passing through a crowd of people while walking off (a crowd had formed to watch the fight and in my high emotional state I didn't even notice). I kept on walking but didn't make it far. "Hold it right there young lady!" It was Mrs. Twindel, the lady who was watching the playground that day. "You're in big trouble! Come with me!" I don't need to go through the dialog for you to know what happened next. The only thing you really need to know was that this day of school was during the last week before summer vacation. The gist of it was, I was suspended for the rest of the school year. With the exception of being allowed to come and take the final tests in private in the principles office. My parents received a stern admonishment that I'd better have my temper under control by the beginning of next year. If I didn't I would be suspended immediately. So that's how I got out of school early for summer. The worst was yet to come. HOME (Now you get an idea of how small I am) My mom didn't talk to me during the entire trip home. I tried to explain myself to her and get out of any trouble but every time I opened my mouth she just held up her hand for silence. The one time I persisted and ignored her hand she just turned on the radio so loud she couldn't here me. I was getting pretty worried right now. I started becoming extremely resentful. How could I explain my actions when know body would listen to me? We arrived home and walked inside. My mom didn't say anything even then. She just grabbed my arm and made me sit at the kitchen table. I heard some noise coming from upstairs (it sounded like it came from the spare room, but I wasn't sure). There was a lot of banging around as if furniture was being moved around. Fifteen minutes later my big sister got home from school. Heather was 16. Petite like I was, but she was still enough larger than me that she could carry me around like I was a dolly. I loved my sister very much. She understood me. The two of us had a bond that very few sisters have ever had. I still sometimes sleep in her bed with her to feel the love that she has for me. I sleep the best at night when I do that. Anyhow Heather arrived home took one look at my mom and said, "Lara what'd you do?" I looked down at my lap (for the first time feeling shame at what I'd done) and told her everything. Heather looked at me with a deep loving sadness in her eyes and said, "You know you are going to be very severely punished?" I simply nodded my head and felt tears welling up in my eyes. The banging upstairs finally stopped and my dad came down. All four of us were in the kitchen, and was the very uncomfortable center of all the attention. Finally my mom spoke. "Lara, Heather please follow me upstairs." We both followed her into my room. There she stopped and stared at me with a piercing glance that made my heart beat in terror. "Lara, take off your clothes." I simply stared at her in stunned silence. "Now! Before I bring your father up here!" The anger in her yell moved me into action. I took off my pink sweater, and then sat down on my bed to untie my shoes. All the while she stood there glaring and Heather stood there in the same amount of confusion I was in. Next I unzipped my pants and let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them at the same time I was removing my pink shirt (I really like this shirt because it was pink and had little flowers on it. Cute just like me.). I then stood there in my panties and bra looking questioningly at my mom. "I said take off your clothes didn't I!" My mom said in a menacing tone. "Yes mom you did, and I have.) I said in a pleading voice. "Well I meant all of them!" She yelled. "Even my panties mom? But why?" I was really upset now. "Because I said so!" She yelled again. Being very frightened now, I slowly removed my bra. Then, slowly, came my panties while I desperately tried to figure out what was going on. Once I was naked I sat on my bed, tried to cover myself and looked questioningly at my mom. "Lara, your behavior today at school was unacceptable. Your father and I have come up with a punishment that we think will be good enough and hopefully help you. For now I need to run to the store and buy some stuff. In the mean time, I want you to lie down on your bed. You will not move from your bed until I get back. You will not get dressed, and you will not get under the covers. Heather, I want you to sit here and watch her. If she moves you will call your father. Lara, if Heather calls your father in here you will get the worst spanking of your life. Do I make my self clear?" "Yes mom." We said in unison. I then tried and asked her what was going to happen. This time she actually listened patiently, and then she responded. "Lara I know you have questions. I know that you're upset. I also know that you did something absolutely unacceptable today. That you beat that boy until his face was completely black and blue. Now I understand that you were in a bad mood. The boy also admitted to what he had said. Now since you say that you don't remember what he said, and I believe you, I will tell you now. He said that he called you a stupid little bitch, and that all you were good for was a fucking. That would certainly anger me to. But you know that fighting words with fists is wrong. I can't allow you to allow your own temper to control you. You're punishment will be severe, and you won't enjoy it. I will not tell you what your punishment is. That will happened when I get back from the store. Just be happy that I'm leaving Heather here to watch you instead of your father. At least Heather will comfort you." She briskly walked from the room and a few minutes later I heard the car start. For the next thirty minutes I cuddled on my bed with Frisbee, my stuffed kitty while Heather talked soothingly to me. Then the car came back. I heard my mom and dad come upstairs and some rustling in the spare room. Then the door opened and my mom and dad walked in. My mom was carrying a large paper bag. I tried my best to cover my self with Frisbee, but that didn't last long. "Lara, I've seen you naked before young lady, and I will again so don't be embarrassed." My father spoke softly (he was a loving person too). "Lara, come here." My mom gently picked me up and nestled me softly in her lap. I was confused but overjoyed to be snuggled with. "Sweetie, it's now time for you to learn what your punishment is. Please refrain from speaking until I'm finished. Then I will answer all of your questions. Okay?" Her voice was so loving. I knew I was in deep trouble, but I also knew that I was even more deeply loved. "Okay." I answered meekly. My heart was beginning to swell, and I almost started crying again. "Honey, you know what you did today. You also know that we have to punish you. What we are doing is only because we love you and want to help you. Now then the first thing you need to know is that this punishment will last all summer. Regardless of anything, and it may last into the school year next year if we feel you need it." "The first portion of your punishment will be the most painful for all of us. Neither I nor your father have ever spanked you before, but today you will receive the soundest spanking your father can give." Heather gasped, I whimpered. My mom rocked me gently. "Now a spanking will hurt, but it won't last long. You will cry though. You're father will spank you until you're crying like a baby. Only then, when you are sobbing will the spanking stop. I love you so I'll tell you now. You are a teenager. You are naturally rebellious. But, the sooner you start crying, the sooner the spanking will be over understand?" I looked at them all with tears in my eyes and fear in my heart, then I nodded my head. "Good girl. The second part of your punishment will be very hard at first. You will get used to it though. We have decided that we are going to turn you into a baby." Here my eyes widened. "Now let me explain. When I say baby I mean BABY. You will wear diapers, sleep in a crib, eat baby food, and drink from a bottle. Any one of us can and will change your diaper. Since Heather will be home over the summer we will pay her to baby sit you while we are at work. We have an entire selection of baby clothes for you to wear that we found in a specialty store. As for the diapers, you will wear them because you will need them. We are going to undo your potty training. While I was at the store your father called several doctors. One told him how we can take away your training. It will take several weeks, but he guarantees we will succeed. Now then sometimes we will have to take you into town. We have a car seat that was meant for larger babies, but with your small size should fit you well. Now, this punishment is not meant to humiliate you. When we take you into town the only thing that you will have to wear is your diapers. We will dress you in some of your cuter clothes instead of the baby stuff we have for you around the house." "Now then do you have any questions?" I had a million questions. The only one I dared voice though was "what about school next year?" My mom smiled and snuggled me closer. "Sweetie, if the punishment lasts into school, then we will make some changes. You will still wear diapers, but you will where big girl clothes during the day. No friends of yours will be allowed over, and you may not go to their houses. Your baby clothes will be kept, and you will wear them to bed only. At school when you need to be changed I will make arrangement with your teacher for Heather to get out of class and come do it." I nodded my head, and snuggled against her shoulder. Then with as brave a look as I could put on my face I said, "I understand what you're saying. I take full responsibility for my actions, and I will take the punishment as well as I can." Everyone smiled. My father absolutely beamed. Heather came over and kissed me on the cheek. "Well sweetie," my dad said. "Do you want me to come and pick you up to start this, or do you want to come over here?" I looked at him a little fearfully. I was tempted to say that I'd walk over, but my knees were really weak, and I didn't think I'd make it. "Would you please come get me daddy?" I asked silently. He simply stood up, walked over and took me from my mother's arms, and kissed me on the cheek. Then he carried me back to his chair, sat down, and rolled me over onto my tummy on his lap. SMACK. The spanking started. My bottom burned, and I whimpered some more. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Now I was crying. I didn't even try to hold back. Heading the advice of my mom. After twenty smacks I was bawling like the baby I was about to become. I cried and cried. It hurt a lot. Soon though I fell my dad's hands stop hitting me. Very gently he picked me up and rested my head on his shoulder. Then he softly rubbed my burning bottom while he carried me over to my mom. My mom took me and lay me face down on my bed. I rolled over to my side and watched fearfully (and tearfully) as she reached over and opened the paper bag. She reached all the way down to the bottom and pulled out a small tube. "Sweet heart, this is desitin, a cream for diaper rash. I'm going to rub some into your bottom because I think it will help the pain to go away okay?" I nodded and whispered "thank you" to her. She took off the lid and squeezed some of the cream onto her hand. Then she very gently started to rub it in all over my tortured rear. While she was doing this, my dad and sister came over and kissed me again. Soon my bottom started feeling better. My tears started to dry, and I began to stair at the paper bag, wondering what lay hidden in it. "Does your bottom feel better baby?" My mom asked soothingly. I nodded and held out my arms for her to give me a hug. She obliged and hugged me tightly to her chest. "Baby its time we started with the rest of this okay?" She asked me gently. Not knowing what else to do I nodded. Besides I was anxious and curious to get it over with. She rolled me over onto my back and made a cursory inspection of me down there. I'm only thirteen and in my family pubic hair develops late. My Sister didn't even start to get hers until two months ago and she's sixteen. I of course had none at all. In fact I was as smooth as a baby down there. She nodded satisfactorily and moved the bag over. I watched as she reached in, and this time she pulled them out. Yes, them. Them were a bag of Pampers size 6 (I told you my smallness was a bad thing). I had no doubt in my mind at all that they would fit. In fact they would probably fit my sister. Next came a bottle of baby powder, and some baby oil. She glanced around the room and then said, "Heather dear I forgot the changing mat. It's in the spare room, will you go get it please?" "Yes mommy," Heather answered. She left the room, and when she came back she was caring a pink mat and looked as if she had seen something very startling. I was about to ask, but I saw my mom shake her head at Heather and decided I'd better not. My mom laid the mat next to me on my bed then picked me up and placed me on it. Next she poured some baby oil into her hand and started to rub it into me. When finished with my front she rolled me over and rubbed more into my bottom. This felt really relaxing and when she was finished I had to reach down and feel my skin. It was so soft I absolutely loved it. I didn't want to stop and finally she took my hands and placed them up on my chest for me. Then she opened the package of Pampers. I stared hard while she did this and took in everything about them as she pulled one out and shook it open. Lifting my legs into the air she slid it under my bottom and positioned it just right. Then she lowered my legs and opened the bottle of baby powder. She lifted my legs into the air and spread them a little, then sprinkled my liberally with powder. This also felt good, and I began to relax as I realized that everything seemed to feel good and relaxing. She put my legs down again and rubbed the powder into my front. She touched some sensitive areas and I writhed a little as she did. Heather then came and sat up by my head. "You look like you're actually enjoying this baby sister." She said with a slight giggle. I looked at her for a minute formulating my thoughts then said, "It's soft!" At this Heather giggled a lot and kissed me on the forehead. I tried to kiss back and managed to catch her neck with a sloppy kiss. Then my attention returned to my mom who had watched with delighted humor as I interacted with my big sister. Seeing my attention returned to her my mom continued with my first diapering. She spread my legs a little and pulled the Pamper up tightly between them. Then she taped the sides and smoothed the tapes down. Suddenly my rapture at the love I was receiving ended. "Mommy I don't want to wear diapers." I told her quietly. She smiled, "Baby I'm proud of you. I was expecting a huge fit from you. You knew what was going to happen, and you took it like a big girl. I know you don't want to wear diapers or be a baby, but baby you have to. I love you a lot, and when you get unhappy at all of this just remember, we do it because we love you, and you will get this treatment at every diaper change." I looked down at the diaper I was wearing, sniffled a little. Sighed, and then gave her a smile. "Mommy I don't want to wear diapers, but I think you've been more than fair for this sort of punishment. I'll wear them." She grinned at me and picked me up. This was the first time I'd moved since my diapering and I suddenly realized that it restricted my legs from closing all the way. That swiftly left my mind as I was once again cuddled into her shoulder and felt my diapered bottom being patted. "Mom?" It was Heather. "Since I'm going to be babysitting Lara, is it okay if I hold her a little?" I turned and looked questioningly at mommy. "Well, I'll tell you what Heather, let's all finish getting the baby dressed then I'll go down and prepare dinner and you can watch. I know you want to now, but we have some things we need to do before you we let you two cuddle. Okay?" I was wondering what mommy and daddy were going to do to me, but I looked forward to snuggling with Heather. "Okay mom." She said. "I'll wait, let's get her dressed." Mom smiled at me and patted my bottom a little more. I squirmed and adjusted my head into her shoulder. By now I had completely forgotten that I was topless. In fact my mind kept wandering down to my diaper and I was beginning to like the idea of wearing them. I was certainly content with all the love and attention being focused on me. Maybe being a baby would turn out to be fun. We all left my room. Mom and I were the last to exit the room, then mommy turned around and I heard a jingling of keys behind me and the sound of a lock being turned. As mommy spun around again I caught a glance of Frisbee in Heather's arms and reached for him. She gave him to me and I cuddled with him. Then while being carried away I saw that mom had locked the door to my room with a completely new lock. "Mommy, why did you lock my room?" I asked. She patted my bottom and said, "Baby that room is for Big Girl Lara not a little baby. If you absolutely need something from there one of us will get it for you. This is your room now." With that she turned into the spare room and turned me around in her arms. I almost choked I gasped so hard. The spare room was now a fully furnished baby nursery. Mom gave me a tour and explained every thing. "Little Lara this is your room now. This is your crib. Unless you are sleeping with mommy and daddy or Heather you will sleep here. Your playpen folds up and slips underneath the crib." She pulled out the playpen and opened it so I could see it fully set up. She then refolded it and walked over to the closet. "This is wear your new clothes are kept baby." She opened the doors and I saw several sleepers, some onesies, and other assorted baby accessories. "Mommy where are the dresses and pants and other stuff? Babies have those too." She smiled, "Well honey, since you will only be dressed as a baby around the house, we figured that we didn't need baby clothes for going outside. Unless you're playing in the backyard that is." I nodded my head in understanding. She slowly went around the rest of the room. I found that they had even bought me an entire chest of girl's baby toys. The room, which was originally painted pink, had somehow gotten a baby girl pink wallpapering. I thought it was pretty. We ended at my pink changing table. Mommy set me down on my bottom and then reached into her pocket. She pulled out a vile of clear liquid with a medical label on it. "Lara this is the drug proscribed by the doctor that daddy talked to. It is a new drug that was designed specifically for situations like this by a specialist medical firm. The doctor has assured us that if we keep you in diapers permanently and give you the prescribed dosage of one third the bottle every other day, that by the end of this week you will be permanently de-potty trained. He also said that while it will take about a month for the drug to completely leave your body, at the end of that month we will be able to re-potty train you as if you were a baby just beginning potty training. Do you understand?" I thought for a while. "So you mean that after I take that medicine I'll be a baby. Like, I'll be walking along and suddenly find that I'm wet or messy?" She rubbed my back. "Yes baby, you will be completely unable to control yourself and probably won't even know you're going until it's to late." I was curious about one thing. "Mommy why do I have to be in diapers constantly for it to work?" This time she kissed me. "Well honey, for a number of reasons. The primary reason is that the human brain is very powerful, and that if the drug isn't backed up one hundred percent it might not work. This means that we will be locking the bathroom door so that you can't get in. Even if you're wearing diapers and you need to go and the bathroom is available, you could use it and the drug would be defeated. Yes honey you can beat the drug, but we won't let you use the potty, and you will be in diapers anyways. Get used to that okay." "Now the second reason is that approximately one hour after we first administer the drug it will start to work. In fact since you haven't gone potty since you got home we'll probably find your diaper dirty an hour or so after we give you the drug. Do you have anymore questions honey?" "Mommy I understand you want to do this as part of my punishment, but can't I just wear diapers and do it myself instead of taking the drug?" She brushed my bangs out of my eyes and then kissed my nose. "Honey you are going to be a baby. As completely as we can make you at home. Babies don't think or struggle to mess their diapers. We also want to make this a good experience. Punishments are to correct problems and I think this one will, but I also want you to be a happy baby. You won't be happy trying and trying to mess your pants. If every mess is a struggle you will be very unhappy. So I'm afraid that while your offer is brave and I do appreciate it, I must insist on giving you the drug. Don't worry it won't hurt and it won't do anything that we can't retrain into you." I started to sniffle and I stared hard at the vial but in the end, "Okay mommy. Whatever you say." She laid me back on my changing table and I got another kiss. I liked that. "Good baby, now why don't we give you the first dose and get it over with. Then we can get you dressed in a nice onesie then you and Heather can explore your new relationship." I sniffled a little more at that, and then I opened my mouth. Mommy unscrewed the lid on the vial. She rubbed my tummy for a moment, then sat me up and held the vial to my lips. She turned the vial up and emptied a third of the vial into my mouth. I closed my mouth but didn't swallow. I tasted. There wasn't anything to taste. I glanced around at everyone in the room. If I swallowed this now I was taking a big step backwards, I wouldn't just be wearing diapers because my family made me, I'd be wearing them because I would know longer be potty trained. "Swallow little one." My mom said as she rubbed my back. I took her hand and held Frisbee tight against my young breasts. I swallowed. I didn't feel anything. It was like swallowing water. "That's a baby. That wasn't so bad was it?" My mom hugged me. Heather clapped and squeezed my shoulder. Daddy kissed me on the forehead. Suddenly I just felt like crying. First the sniffles came, and then I was crying. Mommy picked me up and rocked me vigorously in her arms. Soon the crying passed and I looked around my nursery and thought of my summer as a baby. "Time to get you dressed baby." Mommy said. "Heather would you please pick out a onesie for Lara to wear this afternoon and evening." "Yes mommy." Heather rubbed my back real quick and then went to the closet. She rummaged around in the closet for a minute while I watched with apprehension at being dressed in my first onesie. Finally she picked a pink onesie with bunnies on it. She brought it over and draped it over me. I gingerly fingered the material. It was soft. So soft in fact that it brought my mind back to my diapering. I had a request to make. Then I saw mommy reach into a drawer and remove a pacifier. I'd better make the request fast. "Mommy wait!" I said quickly. "Yes baby girl?" she said. "Mommy I like this material, it's soft." "Yes and..." she said. "And it reminded me of when you diapered me. Can you rub my body with the baby oil so all my skin is that smooth. I think that would feel really good." "Well," she said. "That's an unusual request. Open wide." She placed the pacifier into my mouth. "I certainly don't see why I can't cover a baby in baby oil Especially when it will make her that much more cuddly. Sure baby, role over onto your tummy." I did as she asked and heard my diaper crinkly as I moved. It sounded funny. I giggled. Then I felt mommies oil covered hands on my shoulders. She started there and worked her way down. She did my upper and lower back, and then all the way down to my legs. Then she rolled me over and did my front. When she was done I was so soft and silky feeling that I reveled in my own skin. It felt heavenly. Then mommy sat me up. "Okay baby that's enough stalling. Let's get you dressed." She quickly pulled the onesie down over my head then laid me down again. She lifted my legs up and pulled the onesie down all the way. Then she snapped it between my legs. For the first time in several hours I was as fully dressed in my house, as I would be for a long time. "Oh Lara, I almost forgot to tell you, the pacifiers I got for you are special. They are from a store that I saw on the way home that caters to special babies. The pacifiers have a new drug mixed in with the rubber that affects the brain. Now that you have a pacifier in your mouth you will start to suckle on pacifiers and baby bottle nipples like an infant. Don't worry baby, this effect isn't permanent either. In fact, we can reverse by using other pacifiers coated in an antidote. After the drug has been neutralized you will be able to stop on your own. If you want to that is. Don't think that if you take the pacifier out of your mouth that you can stop that now. The drug is absorbed through your tongue and cheeks. It is already in your system and will start doing it's job within the next ten minutes." Yet another thing for my mind to contemplate. By having this pacifier in my mouth I had taken yet another completely unknown step into infancy. I sucked, and I thought. I thought and I sucked. When I was done I looked at mommy and she removed that pacifier from my mouth so I could speak. "Mommy, daddy you're really going to make me into a baby aren't you?" "Yes we are sweetie." Daddy answered. "Now before mommy sticks you pacifier back into your mouth and you assume you new role in this house I want to here all of you thoughts on your return to babyhood." I nodded and thought for a moment. When I went to speak I realized that I had stuck my thumb into my and was sucking it. I sheepishly pulled it out and hugged Frisbee. "Well mommy, daddy. I think that the punishment is weird. The spanking I can understand, being grounded I can understand and I think that because I understand those is precisely the reasons you didn't just choose those. By spanking me, and making me a baby you are completely controlling me, and effectively grounding me at the same time. But you're doing it in a way that lets me know in absolute terms that you love. You certainly wouldn't go through all this work if you didn't love me." "However, you have also given me such love and attention that although the things happening to me are scary, I feel safe and loved. I will let you in on a secret right now. This dry diaper and onesie feel so good that I feel wonderful. I don't relish dirty diapers. The thought scares me that I won't be able to hold myself. The pacifiers were sneaky, but every baby sucks on something to sooth itself. I guess I need soothing since I was sucking my thumb a minute ago." "I'm not sure my feelings will last. Right now however, I simply have no choice but to become a baby. As long as I keep getting the attention I've been getting, I don't think that being a baby will be so bad. One warning though mommy, you're the one who's made me have to suckle. If I'm with you and I decide my pacifier or thumb aren't doing the trick, I may very well go for your breast. I won't bite, but I might suckle hard." "I guess that's all I have to say. Except maybe what's for dinner?" My mom was almost rolling on the floor she thought what I'd said about suckling was so funny. I of course, was dead serious. I think she knew that too. "Baby, if you end up suckling from mommies breasts, then I may just go and find a drug to produce milk for you to drink." I think she might have been serious here. "Otherwise, I guarantee that you will be a baby, but a happy baby." "As for what's for dinner, well mommy daddy, and Heather are having steak. You are having baby food. I think we'll start with some applesauce strained peas, carrots, and some mashed chicken." She smiled at the horrified look on my face. "You're a baby remember. You will eat baby food. That's all you will eat. And you won't be allowed to feed yourself. Don't worry little one. Mommy bought some baby spoons from the same place she bought your pacifiers. They will make it so that baby food taste good for you. Soon you will enter the infant cycle of eating, messing, playing, sleeping, and eating some more. A baby you are, and a baby you will be." With that the pacifier was replaced in my mouth. Mommy and daddy kissed me on the head and then left me alone with Heather. Heather came over and picked me up. She was about to say something when mommy stuck her head back in the door. "Heather don't remove Lara's pacifier. I want that drug to take a good strong hold. Lara whenever you talk you will use baby talk but I don't want you talking much. To much noise out of you and I will go buy a special drug that I saw that will give you the vocal abilities of a baby that has a vocabulary of just enough words to get her diaper changed, fed, and put down for bed." Heather and I blinked at each other then Heather agreed to mommy's demands. I hugged Frisbee tight and buried my head in my big sisters shoulder while she rocked me and talked baby talk to me. It was then that the drug I'd taken to remove my potty training started working. I had to go. I looked at Heather and pointed down to my diaper. "Do you need to be changed?" She asked. I nodded no. "Do you have to go potty?" I nodded yes. She kissed me and rubbed my back. I knew what was coming. "Lara you're a baby now. Go in your diaper. I will change you." Tears welled up into my eyes once again. Heather carried me over to the crib and placed me in it. I pleaded with my arms for her to take me to the bathroom. She simple held my hand and said, "Baby girl, you know that I want to. I feel bad that you are in diapers but you are in diapers. If I help you then I might end up in that crib with you. If I do then someone else will have to baby-sit us together. So please for me, use your diaper and be a good girl." I nodded my head. I closed my eyes and prepared for a push. I didn't need to push hard. The drug really worked. Soon my bottom was covered in a warm mess and my front was wet. I hated the feeling of a dirty diaper. I began to cry again. "Shh baby." Heather carried me over to the changing table. "Mom!" She yelled down. "Yes Heather what is it." My mom yelled back. "Baby Lara's messy so I'm changing her diaper!" She returned. "Okay, go ahead and when you're done bring Lara and the playpen down to the kitchen so we can all watch the baby." "You've got it mom." My sister finished. She laid me back and unsnapped the onesie. She quickly untapped the diaper and opened it. "Eww smelly!" She exclaimed as she opened it. I closed my eyes and ignored her. She through away the diaper and cleaned me off with a baby wipe. Then placing another diaper under my bottom she powdered me and taped it back up. I was in my second of a long line of diapers. She then lifted me with one arm, and grabbed the playpen with the other. I suckled and held onto Frisbee as we went downstairs. In the kitchen Heather set up the playpen and that was where I remained, staring at my new highchair by the table as mommy prepared steak for everyone else, and baby food for me. ->To be continued