CHAPTER ONE: 
Kathy Summers woke one morning to find that she had been asleep, sucking on a baby's pacifier. She sat up so quickly, she banged her head on a lid. Opening her eyes wide, Kathy noticed that she had been sleeping in a baby's crib! The crib had a lid going across it, preventing her from getting out. Kneeling, she grabbed the side rails, shaking them trying to break out. It was useless. The rails were made of metal - she was in a hospital's baby crib. She was locked in. It was then that Kathy saw that she was dressed in a baby-style Dr. Denton, complete with mittens and feet! Crawling about in the crib, Kathy heard a crinkling sound that emulated at her waist. Pushing with her mitten hand at her waist, Kathy felt a thickness with the crinkling noise. She was baffled at this. Looking around in the crib there was a large teddy bear and a baby's activity set attached to the rails. 
Thinking back, the last thing she remembered was having dinner with her sister, Dorothy, and Dorothy's husband, Bob. Getting very sleepy, Dorothy took her to the sofa to lie down. Dorothy said something peculiar, "When baby wakes up, her will have no more grown-up worries." Kathy thought that was a strange thing to say, but she was too tired to care. 
Kathy heard a noise at the door. Kneeling, holding onto the rails with her mitten hands, Kathy watched as the door opened. She was scared; she did not know who was going to come through. Shock registered on her face as Dorothy and Bob entered. 
"How's Mommy's little baby?" asked Dorothy as she walked up to the crib. 
Shaking the rails, Kathy cried out, "What the hell's happening? Why am I dressed like some damn baby?" 
Before Kathy knew it, Bob had unlocked the lid, dropped that side rail and pulled Kathy out by her ear. Bob dragged Kathy over to the rocker, sat down, and pulled Kathy across his lap. Using a wooden hair brush, he started giving Kathy a spanking. She began crying by the third slap. He spanked Kathy ten times, five slaps on each cheek. 
After the spanking, Dorothy grabbed her sister's arm and led her back to the crib. Kathy walked to the crib on shaking legs and using her free hand to try and stop the flow of tears. Once there, Dorothy pulled the rail up, locking it in place. Kathy laid on the mattress, rubbing her bottom, sobbing. 
Looking up at her younger sister, Kathy cried, "Why are you treating me this way?" 
Smiling, Dorothy replied,"Babykins, you have been a very unhappy woman. You have been very bitchy all your adult life. So, we decided to take you back to a time when you were happy. And that was when you were a baby." 
"I don't wanta be a baby!" wailed Kathy. 
Cooing, Dorothy said, "From now on, you won't have any grown-up worries. Everything will be done for you. You'll be fed, dressed, bathed. You won't even haveta worry about going potty. You'll wear diapers and Mommy or Daddy will change baby. All you have to do is play with your toys, eat and sleep. Won't that be fun?" 
Kathy started to whimper. 
Walking over to the crib, Bob said, "Baby Kathy," Kathy turned red being referred to as "Baby", "to help you become `unpotty-trained', a little ring was placed in your bottom. Wires come from that ring and are attached to the front and back of your didees. These wires have sensors on them. If your didee is not wet enough, it opens. It will continue to open until you wet you didee." 
Kathy opened her mouth in shock. Bob and Dorothy expected her to wet herself! 
"Daddy!" scolded Dorothy, "You're scaring the baby. Of course she'll have wet didees, she's just a baby. And Mommy will change dose messy, wet didees on baby." 
Tears started to flow more down Kathy's cheeks. Not only was she expected to have wet diapers, but messy ones too! 
Cooing to Kathy, Dorothy said, "Now babykins, you are to do what babies do. You will crawl; you're not allowed to walk. You will talk baby-talk. If you speak like a grown-up, you'll be spanked." 
Dorothy placed an IV stand next to the crib. Hanging from the pole was a plastic bag filled with a milky white substance. From the bag ran a tube that had a nipple attached to the end. What Kathy did not know was that the substance contained several items. Not only was it baby formula, but it had a dieurectic, a mild sleeping solution, and Metamucil. 
Holding the nipple in her hand, Dorothy cooed, "Baby Kathy, baby must drink her Simulac so her have nice wet didees." She inserted the nipple into Kathy's mouth. Kathy was too upset to remove it. 
With a remote control in his hand, Bob pressed a button. Instantly Kathy let out a yip. The ring in her bottom opened. It did not hurt, but it became very uncomfortable. 
"The ring will continue to open," said Bob, "until your didees are wet." 
Sweating, Kathy tried to wet. Nothing. A minute later, the ring expanded again. Kathy started sucking on the nipple for the warm liquid. It was so uncomfortable, she needed to pee and wet her diapers to stop it. Finally, she peed. Kathy could feel the warm fluid invade her diapers, soaking them. Right away, she could feel the ring shrink. Bob and Dorothy saw the relief on Kathy's face as she continued to wet her diapers. She laid in her crib, exhausted, sucking on the formula. 
Dorothy had a bowl in her hand. Slowly, she removed the nipple from Kathy's mouth and started spoon feeding her infantile older sister. "Baby is eating pabulum." cooed Dorothy. 
Kathy wanted to spit it out. It tasted horrible, but Dorothy continued to shove it in her mouth, feeding her. Soon the bowl was empty, Kathy was full, and her mouth was a mess. Dorothy pulled the rail up and closed the lid, locking it. Kathy was imprisoned in her infantile cell. For some strange reason, she did not care. She was feeling very relaxed and tired. 
"Baby Kathy better suck on her `binkie', if she wants nice wet didees." cooed Dorothy. 
Realizing that she had to keep her diapers wet, Kathy grabbed for the nipple with her mitten hands. Quickly, she inserted the nipple into her mouth using both of her mitten hands. Bob and Dorothy watched as Kathy drifted off to sleep, sucking on her nipple. 
CHAPTER TWO: 
During that morning, Kathy was awaked twice with the opening of the ring. Both times, her diaper had dried somewhat. Kathy found herself sucking harder on the nipple, enabling her to wet her diapers. 
Around 12, Dorothy walked into the nursery. Kathy woke with soggy wet diapers. Crying, she said to Dorothy, "Please Dottie, let me out. I have to get changed." 
Dorothy quickly lowered the side rail, rolled Kathy onto her stomach and started to spank her. She had forgotten the rules, she spoke like an adult! 
"You bad baby!" scold Dorothy. "Now I won't change baby's didee until dinner. Maybe next time you'll remember that you are only a baby and to speak baby-talk." 
Kathy was sobbing throughout lunch. Dorothy spoon-fed her a warm bowl of pabulum. After lunch, Dorothy turn up the sensors to medium, since Katy's diapers were so damp. The ring expanded again. Kathy groaned and tired to wet. Finally she did and the ring shrank to it's original size. Dorothy left, leaving Kathy laying in her crib, sucking on the nipple, crying. 
Dorothy returned at dinnertime to find Kathy sleeping, sucking on the nipple. She woke her sister up, startling her. Keeping the nipple in her mouth, Kathy rubbed the sleep from her eyes. 
Knowing that she would be spanked if she spoke as an adult, Kathy cried out, "Ma-Ma!" 
Smiling, Dorothy tickled Kathy under her chin, like one would do to a baby. She lowered the side rail, talking baby-talking to Kathy. Slowly, she unzipped the Dr. Dentons and pulled them off Kathy. She laid there dressed only in her tee shirt and diapers. Kathy was in shock, she knew that she was wearing diapers, but it startled her to see them on her. And the diapers were so soaked, they sagged on her. 
Slowly, Dorothy pulled down the plastic pants and unpinned the wet diapers. Sitting Kathy up, she removed the damp tee shirt. She laid in the crib naked. 
Cooing, Dorothy said, "Ah, poor widdle baby, hers got a didee rash!" 
Looking down at her crotch, Kathy started to cry. Not only was her crotch was turning red and started to itch, but her pubic hair was gone. Someone had shave it away. And she did have a diaper rash, just like a little baby. 
Still cooing to Kathy, Dorothy said, "Don't cry Baby Kathy. Mommy will put boo-boo medicine on it." 
First she took baby wipes and clean up Kathy's pubic area. Then she took diaperine and spread the white ointment all over the redness. This felt good to Kathy, it relieved the itching. Taking three thick diapers, laid it under Kathy's bottom, spread her legs apart and pulled the cloth up, pinning the diaper together. Plastic pants went up her legs, covering the bulky diapers. A pink tee shirt and a white Dr. Dentons with little ducks were put on Kathy. Taking a plastic baby bow, Dorothy inserted it into the center of Kathy's hair. 
Sitting her infantile sister up, Dorothy spoon-fed her the warm pabulum. Kathy swallowed the baby pabulum. She was getting use to the bland baby food and she was quite hungry. Once she finished the pabulum, Dorothy laid her sister down, inserted the nipple tube, and pulled the side rail up, securing it. Kathy was again locked in. 
Kneeling, Kathy grabbed the rails with her mitten hands and cried, "Please Dorothy, let me out." 
Right away, Kathy knew that this was a mistake. Dorothy quickly lowered the rail, and force Kathy around to lay face down on the crib's mattress. Using the back of the hair brush, Dorothy began spanking Kathy's diapered bottom with it. Kathy began to cry immediately. Without saying a word, Dorothy finished the spanking, pulled the rail up, locking it in place. 
CHAPTER THREE: 
Everyday, Bob or Dorothy took care of Kathy. They would wake her up at 8 a.m. , check her diaper, feed her pabulum and bottle-fed her. After breakfast Kathy was given a sponge-bath, put into clean diapers, plastic pants and Dr. Dentons. Then the crib was locked. At lunch time and dinnertime, she was spoon-fed pabulum and bottle-fed. Her diapers were checked and changed if they were too wet or messy. This continued for the next two week. By the end of the first week, Kathy had learned to cry when she was wet, messy, or hungry. She even lost control of her bladder so the ring and sensors were removed. 
On the Saturday morning of her second week of being babied, Dorothy entered her nursery and cooed, "Baby Kathy, Mommy gonna take baby down to breakfast. " 
Lowering the side rail, Dorothy led Kathy to the kitchen. Kathy's legs were weak from her confinement and she crawl. Not because she was tolld o, but because she had to, her egs were to weak to stand. In the kitchen, sitting next to the table was a wooden baby's high chair. Carefully, Bob picked Kathy up and sat her in the infantile seat. The feeding tray was locked in place, securing Kathy in. Dorothy came over and sat a baby bowl on the tray, with a baby bottle of formula. Looking down at the bowl, Kathy saw that it contain rice cereal. After tieing a plastic baby bib on Kathy, Dorothy picked up a tiny baby spoon, and began to spoon-fed her infantile older sister. It tasted bland, but still better than the pabulum that she was being fed earlier. When breakfast was over, Kathy sat in the high chair, sucking on the baby bottle, watching her sister clean up. 
With the breakfast dishes done, Dorothy had Kathy crawl to the bathroom. 
"Mommy's gonna give baby a bathy." cooed Dorothy. Dorothy laid Kathy down on the carpet and began to remove her Dr. Denton's. Feeling her diapers, Dorothy exclaimed, "Why Baby Kathy, you're soaked!" Kathy turned bright red from the humiliation. Slowly, Dorothy unpinned the diaper and removed the soggy diaper leaving Kathy lying there naked. Kathy was put gently into the soapy water of the bathtub. Dorothy washed every part of Kathy's body with Ivory baby soap while Kathy sat there holding a rubber duck. 
After the bath, Dorothy had Kathy crawl to the nursery where she was put on the changing table. Kathy had baby oil and baby powder put on her pubic area and her bottom. Diaperine was rubbed all over her pubic area and her bottom so it would prevent a diaper rash Then a adult size pamper and tee shirt was put on her. Taking a pink smock that looked very babyish, it was put on her. White ankle socks and a plastic pink baby bow for her hair completed her outfit. 
When the dressing was completed, Dorothy had Kathy crawl to the family room where a wooden baby's playpen waited for her. Kathy was seated in it. The playpen was filled with baby toys, stuffed animals, baby blocks, and rattles. Dorothy gave her sister a pacifier, which Kathy started to suck on. Kathy began playing with the animals. The past two weeks were so boring to Kathy, and playing even with these baby toys were enjoyable. For an hour, she sat there playing, then she felt pressure on her bladder. Since she was used to wetting her diapers, Kathy peed, soaking her pamper. She started crying. Due to her babying conditioning by Dorothy and Bob, Kathy found it easy to start crying if she was wet or hungry. Dorothy immediately came over and checked Kathy's diapers. Finding them soaked, she gently removed them. Dorothy washed her baby up and placed dry diapers on her. Kathy was then put into her plastic pants, covering up the bulky diapers.
Around 11, the doorbell rang. Kathy was still in her playpen and did not think that Dorothy would allow anyone to come in. She was wrong. In walk a younger sister, Linda, and Kathy's youngest sister, Stephanie. To Kathy's surprise, Stephanie was dressed like a baby too! She had on a very short baby-style dress, with a peter pan collar and puffed sleeves. The hem of the dress did not hide her ruffled plastic pants and the way that the plastic pants bulge, Kathy knew that Stephanie was heavily diapered. White ankle socks and black patent Mary Jane style shoes covered her feet and her long blondish brown hair was braided into pigtails. Stephanie carried a Winnie the Pooh stuffed animal as she sucked on a baby's pacifier. She stood there, eyes downcast and pigeon-toed, looking every bit a naughty baby. 
TO BE CONTIUNED