Major Award

Chapter 1
Major Award

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Chapter Description: It's a Long_Rifle story. If you need to read this turn back now.

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Major Award By: Long_Rifle

It’s a major award! You know what I’m talking about. This is for Foxington. Because he has the best bacon. And there’s only one best bacon. And his is it. Seriously, I seem to been in the "mood" to write more often when I read a good story, and his little contests are what started this story! And a shut out to Pampered Princess, her Captions are the butter that I wash my Fox bacon down with. Plus I kind of wrote part of this just before Christmas, and it’s been hanging around for awhile. Finding her blog REALLY put me in a mood to write. (giggidy) In a sudden burst of story writing I finished it. I never meant for this to be so long. Wanted to cut it around 20 pages. But ended up over 30. As always, female regression, drugs, bad language. And an unfair ending. I mean not to unfair... At least one person that deserves justice gets it.... Maybe two... Well.... On with the show! (no it’s not fair at all, the cake’s a fucking LIE!)

There’s a reason Christmas is the time of year when suicides peak. It’s the gift that keeps on giving! If you’re going to do something that is going to fuck up everyone you know why do it on a nameless Wednesday, when you can do it just before the biggest holiday of the year. No one is thinking, "Holy shit! It was last June 6th that so and so swallowed their own penis an died." Nope, but if you do something on or around Christmas everyone remembers it every year. Why do I bring this up? As an example of people fucking with other people around the holidays, it’s when most have their guards down and aren’t looking for someone to give them a wedgie.

"Will! Do you ever get off your ass to check the fucking door?" A voice yelled from outside in the hallway. "You got a big ass box in the mail! It’s blocking half the hallway!"

"Huh?" Emanated from a nearby couch inside.

The woman standing in the open doorway kicked the box into the apartment. "A package. For you. In the hall. And it looks expensive. And you’re a bitch."

Willow yawned and rolled over to get a look at her accuser. "Tell me something I don’t know. Like, who’s it from. And is it ticking?"

"Am I your personal slave or something? Get up and read it yourself. Maybe if you didn’t stay up playing your stupid games all night you wouldn’t be tired right now."

She yawned again, this time including a full body stretch for effect. "And maybe if you pulled that giant bug out of your ass you’d have more friends Linda."

Linda shook her head and dropped onto the arm of the couch, "Are you going to open it today? Maybe it’s kittens or something."

Willow sat up and looked nervously at the box, "Is it moving or purring? And what about my ticking question? I don’t like getting mystery shit in the mail. Especially when it’s large enough to be a small person."

"Or a large dog. Open it."

Willow stood up and walked to the now dented box. "Who’s it from anyways?" She rotated the box, till the address label was visible. "What the.... It’s from that porn place on the internet."

Linda crossed the space to the box quickly, "Porn place? You’re paying for porn now?" She stopped talking as she read the address. "That really isn’t a porn place Will. That’s just what most people post there."

Willow started to kick the box closer to the couch, "If the shoe fits, I mean the name is all you need. If it has Deviant in the title it’s porn. That’s why we wrote that stupid thing."

Linda laughed. "No, we wrote that because we were high and had nothing else to do with our time but troll a bunch of diaper pervs. And if I remember correctly they called us out on it. So why the gift..."

Willow was stumped as well. She squatted next to the crumpled package and wondered if she should just toss the whole thing. But as she looked it over her curiosity started to get the better of her. "Fuck it." The packing tape ripped easily. As she opened the flaps she caught the scent of baby diapers strongly. "Dam. I think they trolled us in real life. It’s some fucking diapers!"

"Careful, make sure they aren’t used Will." Linda cautioned.

She stopped what she was doing and looked at her room mate. "Really? I mean really? Do you think I don’t know what a used diaper smells like? Geez, it’s been months now that we’ve been together and you still surprise me. Just how the hell did you make it into med school anyways?"

Linda flipped her off, "Psychiatry pays great, and the insurance is nothing compared to what other doctors have to pay. Besides, it was a joke."

Willow reached in, and pulled out the offending pack of diapers. "Yeah, the only shrink that really believes in magic. You’ll be crazier then the nuts you see."

"Saying there’s no proof otherwise is a healthy thing Will. You have to realize there are things in the world that can’t be explained by science. I think it’s great to keep an open mind. And wouldn’t it be cool if it was real. Think of the things we could do. Or experience."

"Blah, blah, blah. I imagine the church would love to start burning people for it again if it was real." She fished some clothes out and tossed them next to the diapers. "They put a few outfits in here too it looks like. Ah. A note!" She sat back on her legs as she started to read. "Dear asshat, I hope you enjoyed wasting our time. Maybe this gift will give you pause to think about other people’s feelings. Why don’t you try it on? I’m sure it will change your perspective." Willow finished reading and started to laugh. "In your dreams pervs! Holy shit, can you believe this crap? They actually think we’ll wear this shit. I bet they got off for hours just thinking we would."

Linda had the diaper package in her hands. "This is really weird Will. They aren’t baby diapers. Did you check out the picture on the front of it?"

Willow took the pack from her friend and gave it a closer look. "Ewww, that’s a grown woman!" Then the size and weight was noticed. "According to this these are for some really big babies, I mean we could fit in these things."

Linda took a step back and away from the offending items, and held the box flaps open. "Why don’t you toss them back in and I’ll throw them out?"

Willow looked at her, she thought there was something in her voice that sounded odd. "What? Why the hell do you sound like that? This is just a stupid prank. We should get them back."

"Look, I just don’t feel right. You know I’m sensitive to.... Things. I just think we should leave this be. And besides, it came from a sending address. We’ll never be able to send something back. That’s why they use those kinds of things." The nervousness of her voice returned, stronger then ever. "Just... Just get rid of them."

"Seriously? You’re getting freaked out over this?" Willow said as she gestured towards the stuff strewn over the floor. "This is kiddie crap. This is nothing. We can get them back. What the hell kind of person are you that would get freaked out over DIAPERS?"

But Linda would not back down. "I’m going to toss it myself then. Hold on let me grab the broom."

"You’re to afraid to TOUCH IT?!" But her friend was already moving out of the apartment and towards the shared laundry area, and didn’t hear her. "What a fucking tard. I swear she’s 25 and she still believes in superstitious shit." Willow said to herself. "I should go put this crap in her room. Maybe hide diapers under her pillow." She grabbed one of the shirts and reached for another when a new idea popped into her head. "Or I could do something even better!"

She gathered everything she could, then started to strip. She was just in a shirt and panties so it didn’t take her much time. She knew the broom could be anywhere, but she had only so many minutes guaranteed before Linda would be back. The pack of diapers opened with a soft rip. Though it took some doing to get one out as they were really compacted in. "Geez, they’re thick enough." She thought as the thing decompressed in her hands. But she didn’t have time to wait. She unfolded it, and taped it on as quickly as she could manage. "Not perfect, but it’s on." The shirt was next. It was a bit loose, but after she buttoned the flap between her legs closed it seemed to pull down tighter. "A giant Christmas themed onsie? These guys are sick!"

She was just snapping the last button closed when the front door swung open and Linda walked in, "I got it, let me just scoop it all back into the box." She said, before catching sight of Willow wearing some of it. She stopped dead in her tracks. "Take it off... Just take it off!" She asked.

Willow laughed, "Look, it’s nothing. Just a lame joke. I can’t believe you think something is going to happen with this crap. I’m wearing it! See! Nothing, I’m still all here." she said, moving her arms around for effect.

Linda looked like she was shaking now. "But how did they know your size? Or my size! This is all wrong!" She started to back away. "Please Willow! Take that shit off!"

Willow shook her head, then kicked the box at her. Something small flew out and skidded a few feet across the floor. "A pacifier?" She thought, before a wicked grin spread across her face. "Maybe that’s it. Maybe the magic needs to have that in as well huh Linda?" She bent over and picked it up. Then started walking towards her friend, "Let me give it a try. Maybe it is real. Maybe you can be my mommy instead of my freaky friend!" She raised the binky towards her face and opened her mouth. Linda yelped as Willow stuck it in and started to suck on it. But Willow just laughed. "Stupid. This is just a pacifier. And these are just stupid diapers, stupid head." She stopped talking and looked at Linda confused. "Why you stupid head, I know you doo doo face... Why.... Winda?" She blinked her eyes, and took two halting steps towards her before losing her balance and dropping to the floor.

Linda almost passed out in terror at what she was looking at. "It’s real." Was all she could say as her formally mature friend started to suck on her own toes, laughing and cooing while she did so. "Willow?" She asked gently. But the person on the floor didn’t respond. She got down closer, only a foot away. "Willow honey? Are you still there?" But there was nothing. She kept sucking on her toes, drool rolling down her face. And running onto the floor. Linda gently pushed her back onto the floor, while wearing a forced smile. "Let mommy Linda help you out girl." She started to open the onsie first. Hoping that maybe that would break the spell. After a few minutes, in which Willow managed to get on her knees and start to crawl away, she pulled it completely off, leaving her in nothing but a diaper, sucking on the pacifier. Linda tried to hide the terror she was feeling as she got close to the girls slick face. "Let’s try this then." She whispered as she popped the pacifier free. She was hoping that her friend would come back, instead she started to cry loudly.

With nothing left but the diaper to remove Linda pushed her back down and ripped the velcro free. "Well?" She said as she stood up and away from the adult baby. "Anything now?"

"Yeah, what the hell am I doing down here? And why the hell am I naked?" Willow said as she scrambled to her feet.

Linda rushed towards her and hugged her, "You’re back!" She said through tears. "I thought you were gone forever!"

"Gone? What the hell are you talking about!"

Linda motioned towards the discarded diaper laying on the floor. "It’s real! It really made you act like you were a baby!" She could see the doubt in her eyes. "No really! You were crawling around and sucking on your toes even!"

Willow kicked the diaper at her, "Stop the bullshit. You hypnotized me or something. Shut up!"

Linda screeched when it landed on her foot. "No it’s real! I swear!"

But her friend just sneered. "I know you. You think shit like this is funny. But it’s not. You might be stupid enough to think magic and fucking my little ponies are real. But stop trying to fry my brain. Seriously."

"I’m not joking. It really happened. You were rolling around on the floor and acting like a baby. I’m serious!" But she could still see the doubt in her friends eyes. "I’m not joking Will! You’ve got to believe me."

"Stop it. Just stop it drama queen." Willow said, gently touching her. "It’s okay if you want to think this kind of stuff can happen. But don’t drag me into it, I still respect you. You’re still my friend. You don’t need to lie to me."

Linda’s eyes were moist with tears, "I’m not lying." But Willow had turned away and put her hands up. "I"m not...." The protest died in her mouth as her friend walked away. Linda wiped at her eyes, knowing there was only one thing she could do to make her friend believe her. Her knees started to shake as she reached out for the open diaper.

Willow had walked away not to humiliate her friend, but to stop herself from laughing out loud. As soon as she had made it to her room her hand shot to her face and she started to giggle into her hands. "Oh god.... That was so fucking funny. She really thinks it was real." She sat down at her computer and started to write a post on her blog about it. Then stopped, her fingers just above the keys. She felt just a hint of remorse for what she had done to her friend. "Maybe I shouldn’t embarrass her on the web." She said. "But dam the look on her face was hilarious. I just don’t know." She started to type something out, then stopped again. "Fuck... Maybe I’ll just go break it to her and see how she takes it. Then I might post something."

The thought of coming clean did make her feel better about her prank. She started to walk back towards the living room, hoping Linda wasn’t crying or having a melt down over it. "Linda? I have something to talk to you about." She had expected something, an insult, a question. Anything really. But there was nothing but silence. "Seriously. I’m sorry. This was just a big misunderstanding." But as she entered the living room Linda wasn’t there. She started towards the kitchen, "Really. It was just a little joke. I didn’t really think it would go this far." The kitchen looked empty. She was forced to realize that she had left. "Shit." was all she said as she shook her head and kicked at a piece of clothing still laying on the floor. Willow bent over to pick it up, then realized that it wasn’t hers. "Linda? What’s going on?" But there was no answer. "Linda, I said I was sorry." She looked around the room and saw that the diaper she had left behind was missing. Willow immediately put two and two together, "No, Linda. It’s not going to work on me. I know it’s bullshit. We can just throw this shit out like you wanted." But again, all she got was silence.

She tossed the shirt back to the floor, "Fine, be a bitch about it. I don’t care." She walked back to her room and slammed the door. "I’ll post something... Something that will have her the talk of the quad." She thought for a few seconds on what exactly to write, then started typing on her computer. After several minutes she was a few paragraphs in when something started to bang on the other side of her door. "Cut that shit out!" She yelled. But the banging kept up. She got up and stuck her head out into the hall. "Cut that shit out Linda! We’ll have complaints dam it!"

But the bangs didn’t stop, with a sigh Willow finally bolted towards the noise. "I swear Linda sometimes you’re such a baby about this kind of shit. Grow up, it was a fucking joke." She said loud enough to be heard between bangs. As the kitchen came into sight she couldn’t see her standing there, but the banging was still going on. "On the floor? Really?" She turned into the kitchen stopping when she caught sight of her friend on the floor, dressed up like an idiot in the mystery clothes with a manic grin on her face. She only stopped long enough to giggle up at her, then started banging the pots in her hands together again. Willow felt like slapping her friend hard, "Ha ha. I told you this isn’t funny bitch. Get up and get dressed. This is getting stupid."

Instead of stopping she gurgled a few times, then started to bang them together again, this time even harder. Which was answered by banging from the door. "Cut that shit out! Some of us are trying to fucking study!"

"Working out some problems in here! Give me a second." Willow yelled towards the door.

"God dam it fucking bitch!" Came back from the other side of the door. "Really fucking mature assholes!"

Willow turned back to Linda and grabbed the pots out of her hands and almost punched her, "Come on, cut this out. You’re pissing everyone off." Linda just looked at her, a vapid look on her face. She motioned towards the pots in Willow’s hands and grunted, hopping a bit on her diapered butt. Willow set the pots down and squatted next to her. "Look, fine. You win. It wasn’t as funny as I thought. Now cut this out and let’s relax." Linda continued to ignore her words, instead rising to her hands and thrusting her butt into the air. "Seriously. This is getting out of hand and weird. Let’s just throw them out and forget about all this."

The muffled sound of Linda farting in the diaper cut her off. She stopped talking and watched stunned as her friend’s eyes lost focus and the seat of her onsie started to expand, while at the same time several more bursts of gas popped free. Willow stepped back shocked as Linda softly grunted while filling her pants. Then when she thought the worst was over, Linda cooed cutely and dropped back onto her butt, smashing the bugle flat. The focus returned to her eyes as she finished, but instead of doing anything else she grabbed another pot and started to wetly mouth it. The smell coming from her pants made Willow almost gag. She got away from it as fast as she could and started to pace the floor.

"It was a joke. It’s not real." But as far away as she was from Linda, she could still smell the accident, and could hear wet slurping sounds coming from the floor. She knew she needed to do something. But she didn’t want to have this become news for everyone on the campus. She was still pacing when she thought about calling in a counselor. "Better to call a shrink." She thought. Then it hit her. "I’ll call her professor. He’ll know what the hell to do."

The phone felt cold in her hands as she waited for it to stop ringing. She was about to hang up when it was answered. "Dr. Snead’s office. Can I help you?" Came the sound of an assistant.

"I need to talk to the doc. Like right now." Willow said in a near panic.

"If this is about the test-"

"Does it SOUND like it’s about the test. This is about one of his students, it’s an emergency! I need to talk to him!"

"If it’s an emergency then you need to call 911 and have them-"

Willow finally couldn’t take it, "She’s sitting in a shitty diaper and sucking her thumb! I think this is beyond 911. Let me talk to him now!"

The sound of the phone being fumbled was short, replaced by a gruff male voice. "What?"

"Look, I don’t have time for twenty questions. Linda, one of your students is sitting in a shitty diaper and I think she’s fucked up. You need to get over here."

There was a pause. "Does she normally wear diapers?" Came a quiet response.

"I wouldn’t be calling you if she did. Please. I’m freaking out over here." She gave the address for her housing and started to chew her nails while she waited. About ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. She bolted towards it, then cracked it just a few inches. There was an irritated looking older man on the other side. She assumed it was the doctor and let him in, as he entered Willow tried to close the door, but a young lady, obviously his unpaid assistant barged in as well. "I don’t feel good having her in here Dr. Snead." She said, motioning towards the woman.

"Policy; can’t enter a students living space without a witness. You know that, this is Clare, she’ll keep her mouth shut. God, is that stink her? Where is she?"

"Follow your nose." Willow answered, then thought about how stupid it sounded given what was happening. She pointed towards the kitchen, even though he was already moving towards it. He stared down at the diapered woman for several long seconds, before crouching beside her and doing a few simple tests. He ended by looking at her eyes, flashing a light and making sure they contracted properly. When he was satisfied he stood up and walked away from her.

"Now." He said, looking over his glasses at Willow. I need you to tell me EXACTLY what happened. And don’t skip anything. Even the smallest detail might help her." Willow started her story; he stopped her several times to clarify something. But for the most part she talked for almost fifteen minutes straight, enough time for Linda to crawl out of the kitchen towards them and start playing with a shoe. When Willow finished talking he took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out slowly before saying, "I think I know what happened. Though of course I need more time to properly diagnose her."

Willow bent down and took the shoe away. She noticed the diaper was now dropping between Linda’s legs. Filled with another accident different from the first. She brushed some hair out of Linda’s eyes and started to rub her back. She looked up at the doctor from the floor next to her. "Well? What is it?"

He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it and started again. "I believe there’s several emotional dis-"

"Look Dr. Snead. Linda is the shrink. Can you just dumb it down for me?"

"Of course." He answered, sounding tired. "It’s basically mind over matter. She really believed this could happen. Your little stunt proved it to her. So when she dressed up fantasy became reality. Since her mind believes this happened to you, then it’s real and it happened for real to her."

Willow looked down at Linda. The guilt that had been at the edges almost overwhelmed her. "So this is my fault then. I shouldn’t have done it."

"I would say so. But that doesn’t matter now. We have to get this young lady somewhere safe. And away from prying eyes. This getting public could ruin any chance of a full recovery."

"What? Where the hell do we take her? Can’t you just dress her up and she’ll pop out of it?"

The doctor took his glasses off and wiped them on his coat. "If you think it’s that easy why didn’t you try that?" Willow looked down at her friend, and almost gagged. It was his assistant that answered.

"It’s the diaper. She doesn’t want to change her shitty pants." Clare said coldly.

He looked at Willow, who put her hands up, "That’s just sick. I’m not wiping a grown woman’s ass. Who does that?"

Dr. Snead looked at his assistant. "I’m sorry to have to ask you this."

"Then don’t. I’ll do it since her best friend here can’t." Willow looked away as the young lady gathered the items she needed and rolled Linda over. She jumped nervously at the sound of the tapes ripping open. And hung her head as the smell seemed to grow in intensity. Finally there was light giggling and the sound of the woman smacking her hands together. "Done. Do I rediaper her, or leave her ass hanging out?"

Willow turned back then and walked closer. "No. I acted like everything had to be off. Let me pull the onsie over her head and that should do it." It took several tries as Linda didn’t want to cooperate, but finally it was off and she was naked. "Okay Linda. It’s over. You can grow up now." But Linda just looked up at them and started to blow spit bubbles. Willow waited a few more seconds then looked at the doctor. "I don’t understand. She should come back if it’s so real to her."

He just shook his head. "It’s real. This is what I expected honestly." He could see the question in her eyes. "She’s so far into it that she doesn’t understand that it should be over."

Willow could feel the shame and tears start up again, "So what do we do?"

The doctor nodded towards his assistant, "We diaper her up and take her to my hospital. Hopefully she’ll sleep it off. If not then there’s therapies we can try. Do you know her parents?"

"No. She was always quiet about that. Do you want me to look through her stuff and find a number?"

He stopped and looked down as Linda was diapered. "I think... No. Why don’t we try to save as much of her dignity as we can. Plus there’s HIPA to worry about. We need to just keep this quiet. I’ll call her parents and let them know about it. I need you to play this safe and not ruin this poor girl’s life anymore."

The dig really hurt Willow. A tear rolled down her face. "I’m sorry. It was just a joke."

He didn’t respond. He waited for Linda to be diapered and asked Willow to grab some loose clothing to dress her in. When that was all settled they checked the hallway and between the three of them half carried, half dragged Linda out and into a car. After she was buckled in he finally talked to Willow. "Get some sleep. And try not to think of this. I’ll call you if I need anything else. And I’d throw out the rest of that garbage as well. There’s no use having it around."

She agreed, then stood and watched as the car was started and pulled out of the lot. She waited a few minutes before returning to her room. The fresh air had cleared her nose, now the messy diaper smelled much worse. She grabbed a bag, then carefully picked up the diaper, bagged it and tossed it in the box. The rest of the diapers and the clothes went in next. She taped it several times, then almost ran to the dumpster. It dropped in with a loud boom, and as she walked back she almost felt better. Almost.

It had been two weeks wince the incident as Willow had started to call it. People had came and removed Linda’s things. But other then saying she was safe, there was nothing else she got out of them. She had gone through periods of guilt, and mania during the days she was alone. Missing entire days worth of classes when she couldn’t cope with her feelings. The longer Linda was gone, the worse she felt about what she had done. After the first few days she had found the pacifier in the kitchen cabinet where Linda had been banging the pans together, and had taken to sucking on it to calm herself. It actually seemed to work. It had started as a few minutes here and there. But had progressed to hours at a time now. She even needed it to sleep. Her hair was a total mess. She was still wearing the same clothes as when it had all started. Willow could barely keep herself sane. Now to top it all off she had wet her bed the night before. Totally soaking it before jerking awake and dashing for the toilet. "What the fuck is happening to me?" She asked. But she knew. The guilt was killing her. Normally she could call and talk to her parents. But she had wanted to keep her word. She had told no one what had happened. She was a wreck. "I need to see her. To at least know she’s getting better." She called the number the professor had left and told him she wanted to see her, when he didn’t answer right away she amended it to needing to see her. After another long pause she was told it should be okay.

Making up her mind finally brought her out of her odd trance. She took a quick shower, and slapped on some clothes. It took her longer then normal to unlock her bike, she attributed it to her nerves being shot. Then with a few looks to make sure traffic was clear she was off and moving towards the local hospital. She thought about how often she had joked with Linda about working in a nut house. But Linda never took the bait. The memory of a complete Linda brought fresh tears to her eyes as she peddled on. "She’ll be better. I know it. "Then I’ll feel better about this whole thing."

The old building looked very imposing as she got closer and it grew bigger. It seemed to radiate fear and lost hope. The dark bricks framing barred windows caused odd chills to run down her spine. The idea of being locked inside for any length of time made her hair stand up. But there was nothing she could do. She had to go inside and see for herself. After locking up her bike she walked up the steps and went inside.

The air was cool. Though she could smell a faint hint of urine. It reminded her of visits to a retirement home she had done as a child. The thought of adults pissing themselves made her almost chuckle, until she remembered what had happened in her own bed. She blushed deep red at the thought that her own room probably smelled the same now. Willow was walking to the nurses desk when she was stopped by security. The middle aged man almost looked angry that he had been forced to stand up. "And what’s your purpose here today?" He belted out.

She was about to answer, but the voice of Linda’s professor rang out from behind her. "It’s okay Charlie. She’s one of mine. I can take care of this." He motioned towards an elevator. "Please follow me Willow."

"One of his?" She thought to herself. She wanted to know what was going on. But kept her mouth shut till they were inside the elevator and the doors closed. "What do you mean one of yours?"

He took out a key card and swiped it across a blank pad, then pressed a button. The car moved as he started to speak, "I’m trying to maintain this as a low profile case. Patients can’t be seen by just anyone. Just family. And they know her family. So this way I can get you in and out without questions okay? Relax, it’s not like I can just trap people in here. There are procedures. You’re safe. At least from me."

Willow nodded, but kept quiet. She understood immediately that this was still a dangerous place and that she had to be on her guard because of the other patients. She stood silently as the car kept rising, and the lit panel counted off floors. She was surprised that it stopped on the top floor. Linda had told her the top floor was for the permanent cases. Willow was about the ask him, but stopped. She didn’t really care about the floors, she just wanted her friend back. She tried another question instead as the doors opened. "Is Linda doing better? Can she go home soon?"

He looked at his watch, and nodded to one of the nurses behind a desk, her name tag read Sara. "We can talk in her room. I think everything will be much clearer then, alright?"

Willow didn’t like the answer, but she kept quiet as he swiped his card in front of a turnstile, then walked through it. She was about to do the same when he stopped her. "This keeps track of the number of visitors. If you go through that then we have to answer questions." Willow stopped, then looked over towards the nurse, she appeared to be taking a keen interest in something behind her on the floor so she couldn’t see what was going on in front of the door. "Today if you would." The doctor said, sounding agitated.

She took one last look at the nurse, then hopped over the turnstile. "Fine. whatever it takes to help Linda. I’m ready." But as she looked at the heavy gauge door in front of her she felt fear bubble up.

He held his card up to a pad next to the door, then stopped. "Don’t talk to any of them. Don’t stare at them. Don’t walk to them. Follow me, and be quiet till we either get in her room or my office. Agreed?"

Willow nodded, she was totally freaked out now. She watched as the card came down and a light over the door popped on. He pushed it open, then walked through. She followed as closely as she could. The musky smell of old piss grew thicker on the other side of the door. As did the low sound of dozens of hushed conversations. Willow pushed herself as close to the doctor as she could, almost huddling under his arm as they walked forward. He took a right, then a sudden left. After a few more turns Willow was totally lost. But he seemed to know the way. He stopped in front of a white door, with pink hearts painted on it. His card came up again, and the door unlocked with a pop. This time he motioned for her to enter first and she did.

Inside the sterile whites and muted colours became brilliant pastels. There was soft music playing, and while the room still smelled of pee, it was more like a babies nursery. Up against one wall she could see a large crib. But it was the large playpen in the corner that caught her eyes. And the form of Linda playing inside. "Linda!" She almost screamed as she rushed towards her. The girl inside the pen barely moved in response. She stopped sucking on a large wooden block long enough to smile at Willow, then went back to munching on it. "Oh God. She’s exactly the same."

"She’s worse actually." The doctor dryly stated.

"Huh?"

"She’s worse. Slipping back I’m afraid. At first she tested much older. As if she were a five or six year old acting like a toddler. Now she tests at even younger then toddler. She hasn’t attempted to stand in days. And the last time she had solid food she almost choked."

Willow’s world seemed to collapse. "But you said there were treatments, things you could do for her here. You said she would get better!"

"I said we’d try. And we have. Nothing has worked. We’ve done everything. Now we just have to wait. To see if she pulls herself out of this. Otherwise I’m afraid it may be permanent."

Now Linda being on the top floor explained everything, "You’ve given up!" She almost screamed. She walked up to the playpen and looked down at the hunched body of Linda. The block had been dropped and she was sucking the fingers of her right hand now. Willow gently stroked the hair on her head, it felt clean and smelled like strawberries. "There has to be something. Anything." She looked back at the doctor, tears falling from her eyes. "She needs to get better, I can’t stand this. It’s killing me."

"There’s nothing you can do. It’s up to her. She’s the only one that can pull herself out. And I just can’t see it happening. Maybe she has moments where she’s more lucid. But we just can’t keep our eyes on her all the time. We do what we can with what we have. It’s hard with so many patients and so little money to do everything perfect."

Willow popped to her feet. "Lucid moments? And you don’t have people to watch her?"

"I have dozens of people here that need help. She is getting the care that I can give her." He looked at his watch as if he was done with the conversation.

Willow grabbed at his jacket, "I need her back. This is all my fault. You have to do this, I don’t know how much longer I can deal with this!"

"Just relax, this is something that could take years. She’s totally safe, and as you can see she’s happy as she could be. Trust me, there’s much worse than being permanently happy."

But Willow didn’t let go, she was crying again, "You don’t understand. I’m barely able to take it. I just pace, I’m barely going to classes." When it looked like none of that was moving him she put it all out there. "I’m even having accidents! I need help, I need to help her!"

He looked at his watch again, then sighed deeply. "Willow... I just can’t..."

"Please, I need her! I can help, I did it, I need to fix her, I can’t live like this!"

He took another look at Linda, now on her back and kicking her feet in the air. "Look, There’s one last thing we can try. It probably won’t work. But if you want to do something it might be her last shot."

Willow hugged him, "Anything!"

He peeled himself away from her, wiping himself off as if she was dirty. "Of course. Then let’s go to my office."

She looked back at Linda, then followed him back out and into the hall. She was surprised that his office was on the same floor, and only a few halls away from Linda’s room. But as he swiped her in she didn’t really care. She was ready to do anything to stop this nightmare. But as he slid papers towards her, Willow’s mind seemed to come back into focus. "Wait... Why do I need to sign these?"

"Non disclosures, HIPA, this is all standard paperwork for anyone that wants to stay on the floor here for any length of time. It just makes sure if you get hurt we can’t be sued. You can read them if you want, I don’t really care."

Willow could tell she was losing him again. She glanced at the papers, after the first few seemed innocent enough she started to blanket sign them. When the last one was done she pulled them together and almost threw them at him. "Can I go back to her room now?"

"Almost. We need to get your security band, and your clothes."

Willow was surprised by the sudden appearance of Clare from before. Of course she was his assistant so she should have expected to see her again. She had a white strip dangling from her hands. She started to read the information off it, then asked Willow if it was all correct. "Yes, it’s fine. Why do I need that anyways? I’m not a patient."

The woman laughed. "As long as you’re on this side of the door you’re basically the same as them. You do what we say, when we say it. And everything will be fine. This band keeps everything nice and neat. And makes sure the shift nurses know what you need, and who you are. Trust me, you don’t want to be up here without one." She motioned towards a stack of clothes she had brought up, and a small box that had Willow’s name on it. "Take everything off, and drop it in the box." Willow started to strip, but left her panties on as she started to slip the light green pants from the pile on. Clare stopped her, "Everything in the box. You don’t need to worry about modesty here."

Willow pulled off her panties and dropped them on top of her clothes in the box. She then pulled the fresh clothes on. The loose cotton pants felt cool against her skin as she finished getting into them. She watched as the box was sealed, and then she signed the top of it over the tape to make sure nothing could be taken. "Now what?"

The doctor stood, "Now we get you back to your room and you mind your manors. Remember this is a favor to you and Linda. I don’t need you bothering the staff, or acting out. Do what they say, and everything will be fine. If you cause problems you’re back to pissing your own bed, and Linda might not get better for a long time. Are we clear?" Willow nodded. "And this is all between us. To everyone else you’re here to be observed. I don’t want you talking up the staff. Keep your mouth shut, got it?"

Willow didn’t like the doctors sudden angry turn, but she figured he was breaking the rules by having her up here so she understood why he was so serious. "Fine, I get it. I’ll be quiet."

He turned back to her, "No. Not just keeping your mouth closed. You’re a patient. Act like it, I’m sure Clare will explain everything."

"Okay... Fine.."

The trip back to Linda’s room was odd. With her shoes off, and walking on the bare floor she felt smaller, less mature. She kept her eyes down afraid that something would happen if she looked around to much. Dr. Snead had stayed behind in his office and she was led back by the young lady. As they entered the room Willow turned to her, "What should I call you in here anyways?"

"Nurse." She almost sneered.

"Okay." Willow whispered, instantly cowed by the now much taller looking woman. She started to walk back into the room, but stopped when she saw two cribs next to the wall now. "Wait a second.... I’m just here to observe. I can use a regular bed."

She turned back in time to catch a slap to the face. Willow staggered back as another blow hit her other cheek. She dropped to the floor and rubbed her face as it flared bright red. "There we go." The nurse said, "Now you look like you’ve been crying for days." She walked away from Willow and towards a low covered table. She opened a cabinet over it and pulled something out. She started to talk as she walked back towards her. "Linda was my friend. This shit is all you fault." She got up close to her face. "And if you can’t pull her out I hope you end up shitting your pants just like her! Now am I diapering you there, or do you want to be a big girl and lay on the table?"

Willow swallowed back her tears as much as she could. "Da... Da... Diapers?"

"Yes. Da, da ,diapers! You’re here to be observed. There has to be a reason. You’re in a room for fucking diapered infantile adults. Are you really that dense?"

Willow stood up and wiped the snot from her face onto her shirt, "The table..." She moaned. As she laid back the nurse pulled her pants down and roughly pulled the diaper under her. Just before closing it she reached into her pocket and pulled out a syringe. Willow sat up and cowered away from her. ’What’s that for?" She asked.

The nurse pulled the cap off and flicked at the needle a few times. Clear liquid bubbled up from inside and ran down. She held it up in one hand ready to use it. "Well I know you’re pissing the bed like a fucking child. But I doubt you’re really able to piss yourself during the day. This will take care of it. It only lasts a day, so I have to give you boosters while you’re here."

"But I don’t want to use them!" Willow wailed.

"Jesus christ! You’re not even on anything and you sound like you need to be here. This is part of the plan. You need to do this. Now either shut up and behave or you can leave right now!" When Willow kept quiet she took it as acceptance and savagely stabbed the needle into her arm. "Now this might cause a bit of muscle fatigue, so don’t be concerned. Unlike what you did to Linda it will go away as soon as the boosters stop."

Willow sat herself up on her elbows and looked down at herself, the diaper was still open, "How long till it starts to work?"

"Not long. I’m sure we’ll get something pretty soon." As soon as she finished talking Willow felt as if she needed to pee badly. It grew worse quickly, before suddenly becoming relief. "There we go." Clare said sweetly, "Baby’s first wet diaper!"

Willow watched stunned as the liquid ran from her body, she tried to stop it, but nothing worked. The diaper warmed under her body as it absorbed her mess. Then it was over and she could feel nothing but the rapidly cooling pee evaporating from her skin. As she watched the nurse pulled the diaper over her and started to tape it closed. "Wait! I need a new one! This is wet!"

The nurse kept taping it up, then slapped the front of it. "I’m glad you can tell that all by yourself. But as of right now, you don’t have the ability to change yourself. You don’t know what wet is, and if you blow this I swear I’ll fuck you up myself."

"But it’s wet..." Willow whined.

"The shift nurse will be in, and she’ll probably change you. Now shut up and be good. If you need to figure out how to act look at what you did to Linda over there for some fucking cues. Willow opened her mouth to say something else, but the nurse put her hand over her mouth. "God dam it! Do I have to stay in here till it takes full effect?"

"Till waaa tak full afed?" Willow slurred. She felt light headed, and she felt the urge to lay down and rest her body. She was suddenly very sleepy.

"Opps, I guess I used to much." Clare said with a mock look of surprise. "Have a good nap baby. I’ll be in later tonight to see how you’re progressing." Willow smiled up at her, wiggled her fingers in her direction, then fell into the first dreamless sleep she’d had in days.

She woke later, eyes popping open when something didn’t feel right. The reason became obvious, she was in the middle of having her diaper changed. She picked her head up and looked down at the sodden thing just as it was pulled free. She watched as another nurse, the one from the front desk named Sara rolled it up tight and set it on a small rolling table next to her. As Sara turned back she saw Willow staring at her and smiled. Willow sheepishly smiled back, without thinking she pointed to the used diaper. "Wet."

The nurse beamed, "That’s right Willow! That diaper is wet. Good girl. Now why don’t you lay back down and let me get your new diapee on you?" The fog that she had woken up in dissipated fast as the humiliation of being treated like an infant set in. Willow was ready to argue, but a slight mewling sound from her right reminded her that she was here for a reason. A light tap on her thigh brought her attention back to the nurse. "Bum up dear!" She said cheerily.

Willow hesitated, wondering if she should act like she understood. But before she could make up her mind it was settled for her. The nurse carefully grabbed her ankles and pushed them up towards her belly. Instinctively she brought her butt up off the mat, which allowed a new diaper to be slid underneath. The puff of powder made her sneeze, leaving trails of snot running down her chin. She almost wiped it off, but caught herself in time to stop, instead leaving it for the nurse to whip off. As the new diaper was put on Willow started to look around the room. Taking in things that she has missed before.

Cute decorations, high enough on the wall that she couldn’t touch them if she was standing. The cribs themselves painted a light green, looking innocent. But when she touched the bars the cool hardness of steel chilled her. Tilting her head up, leaving her mouth gaping as she did so, brought into view the metal top of the crib that was folded in two and hanging from the head board area. She was brought out of her inspection when something warm was placed inside her mouth. Her attention snapped back forward.

"I see you’re a curious little thing. But that can wait. Time for your bottle. Then a little playtime." Willow started to suck from the nipple. Something very much like milk, but sweeter rolled down her throat. She was just getting used to the action when she felt her hand being picked up and set on the bottle. "Maybe baby can hold it herself?" The nurse sang sweetly. The tone made Willow giggle, sending milk running from her mouth. Her hand felt too heavy as she moved it, slowly snaking her fingers around the bottle till she had it in her grip and was holding it herself. "Good girl." Sara said. Loud snapping sounds filled the air as she did something between her legs then softly patted the diaper. "Now let me help Linda honey." Willow moaned behind the nipple as her eyes followed the nice lady walking to the next crib and reaching inside. She wanted the attention to stay on her. She didn’t understand why, but having such a nice nurse compared to Clare made her want to act like a good girl.

Willow watched, almost disconnected as she changed Linda’s diaper and slid a bottle between her lips as well. But for Linda the interaction was much more one sided. She truly didn’t understand what was going on, or what to do about anything. The nurse mockingly scolded her when she dropped the bottle several times, finally just holding the bottle to her lips herself till she drained it. As Willow listened to them, she felt embarrassment surface again as Linda gurgled and cooed quietly as she was fed.

The heaviness of her own body seemed to lessen the longer she was awake, until with a grunt Willow managed to sit up in her crib. She was shocked when warmth ran between her legs with no warning at all. She let go of her bottle with one hand, and started poking the diaper with the other. She couldn’t feel much through the bulk, but she was sure she was wet. "Why can’t I feel it?" She wondered. Willow turned back to her friend and saw Linda squatting in her crib. The bottle still in her mouth and hanging. She was motioning with her hands for something. But Willow didn’t see what. She had been sucking her own bottle and as she sucked it dry a burst of air in her mouth startled her. It dropped to the mattress and rolled away towards her feet.

Willow moved to follow it, but her body was still suffering from her last shot. She over corrected and ended up dropping headfirst onto the padding. Leaving her arms trapped behind her, and her bum high in the air. She felt like crying, but before a single tear could fall the nurse was on her and helping her out of the crib, and into the playpen. Willow then watched as Linda was carried into another playpen right next to hers. Not the same one, but close enough that they could almost touch. "No! I need to be with her!" She whined mentally. But she was able to keep her words to herself. Remembering how Linda had motioned to the nurse in her crib earlier, Willow tried the same thing.

"Oh, does little miss stinky pants need something?" Sara said in a tone of voice reserved for people that can’t answer. She looked around the room then seemed to know what it was Willow wanted so badly. She walked to one of the high cabinets and pulled out a large pacifier. Willow shook her head as it got closer, but as soon as the nipple hit her lips she started to suck on it anyway. "Now play nice. I’ll be back in a few girls."

As soon as the door closed Willow spit the pacifier out and moved to the very edge of the playpen. "Linda!" She said loudly. "Hey Linda! Look at me! Remember me? Will? Your roomie? I farted on your Chinese food that one time? Remember?" But Linda just kept sitting on her butt, legs splayed out in front of her. She was randomly touching and licking toys when one fell towards Willow, Linda followed it and finally noticed Willow out of the corner of her eyes. As she glanced at her friend, something seemed to flash in her eyes, something that looked more intelligent then the adult baby she was dressed as. It was gone as soon as it came, but Willow had noticed it. Linda clumsily grabbed for a toy next to her, and promptly fell over. "Linda! I saw that! Look at me again, you know me! Look at me girl! Look at me!" Willow finished with tears flowing again. No matter what she did or tried, Linda would either ignore her, or give her a passing glance before going back to her toys, or sucking on her toes.

Willow sat back and bawled. She didn’t understand what had gone so wrong. She had seen the look in her eyes that something was there. That Linda wasn’t gone forever. But she couldn’t force it to come out herself. "Why the hell is this happening..." She said to herself. "This is just a fucking nightmare. I’ve got to fix this..." But she didn’t know if things would get better. "Will I keep pissing myself at night? Is this my punishment?" She kept trying to prod the adult Linda to come forward again. But that first recognition was all the hope she got in return. After what seemed like hours the nurse came back, instantly going to the still crying Willow, to wipe her face and try to make her feel better.

"I know what you need, hungry again aren’t you?" She asked. She turned towards a cart she had wheeled in with her and pulled out another bottle. Willow did feel thirsty and accepted it eagerly as it was pushed into her mouth. At first she tried to drink it all sitting up, but her hands started to tire. Instead she lay back, and finished it laying down. "Yep. You’re really thirsty huh? If you finish that one, I can give you another one afterwards little lady." Willow tried to ignore the comments but they did make her smile. When she did the nurse darted in and started to tickle her. Willow laughed openly, milk streaming from her mouth, and dripping from the nipple to the floor. Several minutes later her sides hurt from laughing. She also felt a sheen of sweat on her body from the exertion. She had just stuck the nipple back in her mouth when she felt a finger stuck into her diaper. "I think someone’s wet...." Sara said. She pulled her finger free and squeezed between Willow’s legs. "I’ll got a super soaker here! Time for a diapee I think, then you can have that second baba in bed okay?"

Willow almost responded, but the action of pulling the bottle free to talk brought her mind back into focus. Instead she just flexed her legs several times, listening to the crinkle of the diaper. The bottle went empty just as Sara was wrist deep in changing her. Willow picked her head up and watched with interest as another woman un-taped her diaper, and started to wipe her off. All the shame from before seemed to be gone, she just enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of. Absently Willow wondered if that was normal. "This isn’t normal though." She mused. "I guess I should just relax and enjoy this while I can."

"Wow! You really did a number down here." Sara said in a lilting voice. "I think you would have soaked through if you had another few minutes to try! I think we’ll need to go thicker Willy." Sara left the wet diaper under her and walked back to the cabinet. She shifted a few things around and came away with another diaper. Willow couldn’t tell if it was thicker or not. "Here we are! A custom pair of panties for my little princess!" Willow couldn’t help but smile at that, as she brought the diaper closer she could see it was pinkish. "A fresh diaper for my little princess." Sara said. She expertly pulled the used diaper free and slid the new one under.

Willow could feel the difference in padding now. "Oh god! It’s like a pillow!" She thought. "I won’t be able to walk in this!"

Sara seemed to read her mind. "I’ll have to keep an eye on you now. If you feel like walking it’s going to be pretty hard. But your charts say you haven’t been to mobile lately anyways I suppose." She sounded sad as she finished that sentence. "But there’s time to fix that later." She finished securing the new pink diaper and watched as Willow sat up and looked down at it. Poking it a few times with a milk covered finger. "Let’s go princess! Time for a nap, we don’t want a cranky princess." She tweaked Willow’s nose lovingly, "Especially the Pampered Princess! You’re to cute to be a meanie! Follow me!" Sara said standing up. She opened the side of the play pen and stood in front of Willow, beckoning her to follow her. Willow let her body fall forward and started to crawl after her. It felt natural to her. When she neared the crib she used it to stand up. Sara had to catch her when she almost slipped back to the floor. "Easy girl! One leg at a time." Willow haltingly pulled herself up and into the crib and immediately laid down. Her stomach growled and she started to motion for a bottle with her hands. "Sure, sure. Right away Princess! Nothings to good for you!" Sara darted away but was back quickly. She leaned into the crib and slipped the bottle to Willow. "Now you be a good girl and let me get Linda ready for her nap honey."

Normally Willow liked to sleep under plenty of blankets, "This must be a very warm room for me to feel good just in my diapee." She thought. Immediately she caught her use of the infantile word. "Oh wow. Diaper. Call it a diaper Willow. Wow, I’m really getting into this. I wonder if it’s that shot Clare gave me?" She watched Sara start to work on Linda. But in only a few minutes she was out. She dreamt of flowers and sugar, and being wrapped in something white and warm.

She woke in a great mood. It soured instantly when she saw Clare looking down at her from above the rails. "How’s our little pampered princess doing tonight?" She sneered. Willow tried to find her bottle, or anything to put in her mouth. When she couldn’t find anything she jammed her finger in and started to suck. She felt some of the tension leave her body after only a few seconds. "Well that’s fucking cute. But you don’t need to do that right now, we’re alone. Just you, me, and Linda."

Willow popped her thumb free, "What do you want, can’t you see I’m busy?" As soon as she was done talking the thumb went back in.

Clare laughed, "Oh my.... That’s not an act is it? You’re really a little thumb sucker now aren’t you?"

Willow blushed, then pulled her thumb out and wiped it off on her sheet. "I’m doing what I have to do to help her. What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh really?" Clare said. She dropped the rail and checked Willow’s diaper. "So that part was true, you’re a little bed wetter. A thumb sucking bed wetter. I think you really do belong in here with Linda. Maybe her twin." Willow flipped her off, but Clare kept going. "Let’s see, two friends go to a party, do some bad drugs and end up brain cases in here." When Willow didn’t respond she added, "Permanently."

"We’ll get better!" Willow screamed. "I’ll get her out of here and she’ll be good forever!"

"Wow." Clare said as she walked towards the cabinet and pulled a diaper out. "Good forever huh?" Willow cringed as she thought about what she had just said. "I think you’re right where you belong baby. I think you hurt Linda on purpose and now you’re just dragging this out." Clare unsnapped Willow’s clothes and tore the diaper free. She didn’t use powder or wipes, instead she slapped her till she raised her ass then pulled the diaper up and taped it on. Before snapping the buttons back together.

Willow started to scream, "I’ll get her! I’ll get her out of here! She’s not gonna be in diapees forever!" Willow had tears in her eyes, her wild emotions were filling her with rage now. She wanted to slap the nurse. As her hand moved Clare easily caught it.

"Bad baby! Don’t hit other people!" She scolded. Willow tried to pull her arm free but the nurse wouldn’t let go. Clare slapped hard on Willow’s thigh just under the diaper, leaving red palm prints in her skin. Willow was reduced to blubbering and sobbing in pain. She writhed on the mattress, trying to pull her arm free. Clare gave it one last pull, then Willow felt the stab of a needle, and warmth in her arm before it was released. Clare slapped her several more times. Willow’s mouth was open in a silent scream, then after a short breath she started to wail. "Enjoy your nap stinky. I’ll be back in the morning to see if you’re still all here." She laughed wickedly all the way to the door, and out into the hallway.

Willow kept wailing. It wasn’t from pain anymore. It was a simple need to feel loved. To have her mommy come and comfort her. In the end it was the medicine running through her body that finally broke her. She took one last gasping breath and fell back to sleep.

This time it was a nightmare. Willow was spanked, and yelled at. She tried to do something, anything, but even if she ran away it just took her to another horror. In the real world Sara was watching over her. She had put lotion on the red marks, and was trying to keep her quiet. She had been told that Willow was under sedation, and to let Linda have some more free time before being put in her own crib. But she didn’t understand why she was thrashing around so badly. Finally she called another shift nurse in, and she agreed to give her a little something to calm her down. Ten minutes later she was laying limp in her bed. Sara slipped a pacifier in her mouth and Willow smiled in her sleep.

She was allowed to sleep late into the morning. When she did get up she was greeted by Sara hovering over her. Willow flexed her arms and legs. Feeling most of her strength had returned. "Mownin!" She said. Instantly thankful the pacifier in her mouth had slurred her words so much.

Sara beamed at her, "Talkative today I see. Well why don’t you work on breakfast. And I’ll change you out of that diaper." She handed Willow a larger then normal looking bottle and went to the task of changing her. Willow giggled when Sara blew on her skin just below her belly button. "Ewwww! Smells like pee pee!" Sara said. "I guess baby needs a good cleaning. I think a bath and then some new clothes." Willow smiled at the thought of a nice warm bath. Then a cloud of baby powder hit her nose and she sneezed several times. "Nooo! Oh baby you should have waited. I didn’t even get the diaper closed yet."

Willow didn’t understand until she took a peek and saw she had accidentally peed on her nurse." "Shit! This is crazy." She thought to herself. "I just pissed on her. A total stranger! I need to get Linda out of here and fast!" She blushed when she thought of peeing on Sara, then turned her head towards Linda’s crib to try and forget about it while the nurse changed her again.

She looked to see Linda staring at her as if she had seen a ghost. It was definitely recognition and disgust. Willow Tried to get up, but Sara gently slapped at her leg to keep her in line. Willow grunted and started waving her arms wildly, hoping to get Sara’s attention. Then as she watched Linda looked down at her own diaper, touched it once and then started sucking her thumb. "Linda?" Willow thought. "Oh god that was real! You almost did it, you almost came back!" She was so happy she started to cry.

Sara took it as something being wrong, "What is it princess? Why the sad eyes? I want happy eyes!" But she would not stop crying, she kept asking Willow what was wrong, never really expecting an answer. Willow herself wanted to tell her. To explain that everything was her fault, that Linda was still there mentally. But she knew that unless she wanted to talk like an adult, and blow her cover, there was nothing she could do. "How do I explain to you that I’m trying to save her?" Willow thought. But it was no use. Finally the woman picked up the discarded pacifier and popped it back in her mouth. Willow reached up to pull it out, but stopped when she noticed Linda was looking at her smiling. It wasn’t the same as the first look but it was recognition that she knew something. "Wook! Wook!" Willow slurred behind the pacifier as she pointed at Linda frantically.

The nurse turned, but it was to late. The adult smile was gone, replaced by a goofy vacant dribbling grin. "I see. I guess she’s happy. Or making a poopie. She makes that face a lot when she poopies." She scratched Linda’s head then turned back to Willow. "Are you going to make a big poopie for me to? I think it’s almost time. Unless you’re not on a schedule yet. Are you ready to poop?" The cute tone made Willow feel silly, she unknowingly smiled back at the woman with the same loopy grin Linda had.

"Well I hope she can wait a few minutes to poopie." The voice of Dr. Snead’s assistant Clare oozed. "The doc wants to see her, and I don’t need a stinky diaper in his office." She got up close to Willows face and smiled wickedly. "Well baby, are you gonna make poo poos in your diapee?" She reached down and squeezed the front of it through her onsie. "It feels like you already went pee pee huh?" Willow kept quiet and tried not to think of a response. She kept her eyes down, and sucked furiously on the pacifier she had been given.

"Clare, don’t sound so mean. Look at how cute she looks. It’s not like she has any choice on when she’s going to shit. Just relax and bring her back here if she does. A little poop doesn’t scare me."

Clare stood up, away from Willow, "Yeah. Well, if she doesn’t need a change right now you can go get her a chair. I’m not having her crawl all the way to his office." As soon as the nurse left the room Clare got in Willow’s face again. "Listen up BABY. There’s another doctor that wants to take a look at you. This is kind of his thing. So I need you to be on your best behavior." Willow nodded, then she saw the syringe in Clare’s hand. "And since I can’t trust you not to fuck this up I need to give you a booster now." She didn’t wait for an answer, or to even dab it with alcohol. She stabbed the needle home, and pushed the plunger in. "Now this stuff is a bit different. I just want to take the edge off since you’re still under the last drugs effects. So if you can, please don’t poop yourself till after this is all done. Can you handle all that BABY?"

Willow cringed as the nurse spat out the word. Clare truly hated her and it was scary to think that Dr. Snead trusted her so much. She was still nodding when the door opened and Sara came in pushing a small wheel chair. She had never felt so glad to see another person. Her emotions soared, and it seemed as if she had lost all control of them. She hopped on her butt waiting for the nurse to get her. And when she was pulled up and out of the play pen Willow patted her back roughly, and even played with Sara’s hair. She just couldn’t stop herself.

The nurse noticed the instant attitude change, "Well, that’s certainly better. What did you do?" she asked Clare.

She laughed. "She’s nothing but a big baby silly. I just caught her picking her nose, and when I wiped it on her shirt she thought it was the funniest thing ever."

Sara smiled, and started to strap Willow in for her ride. "At least she didn’t eat it like little Linda over there I guess."

Clare’s attitude instantly darkened. "Well, hopefully we’ll take care of that. The doc is really looking at her case and trying everything he can." She grabbed the handles to the wheel chair and started to roll it forward, "Let’s go stinky. Don’t want to keep him waiting."

As she was rolled out of her room Willow realized how much she had changed in the time that she had been with Linda. She had not felt embarrassed in front of her nurses for being in a diaper for the last few hours. Now that she was out and in the hallway all her humiliation came back. She looked down at the obvious diaper bulge around her waist, and could even see plastic peeking out between the snaps holding her onsie closed over it. There were stains on the front of her shirt from when she had made a mess with her bottle. And she hadn’t combed her hair, or even thought about it since she had woken up. Willow was sure she looked just like she deserved to be in the ward. As she was wheeled towards the office she realized she couldn’t smell stale piss any longer. And thought, "Maybe they cleaned out here since I came in." A darker thought followed, "Or maybe I’m getting used to the smell since my room probably reeks worse now." Willow tried not to think about that. She remembered what had happened with Linda and smiled. She even looked up at Clare and gave her a cute little kiss when she noticed her smiling.

Clare was not amused, "Be on your best behavior girl." She sneered. "That shot should start working in another ten minutes or so. Until then try not to act too smart. I’m sure it will be easy for you. Maybe you can go back to picking that cute little nose of yours to keep you busy."

"Fuck you Clare. Linda smiled at me. She recognized me. Another few days and this will be over and you can go back to being a bitch on your own time." Clare grabbed a handful of hair and yanked. Willow’s uncontrolled emotions surged up and she started to wail. "I’ll get you bitch!" She spat through clenched teeth.

Clare stopped pushing the seat forward and waited, "Are you done now, or do you want to blow this whole thing right here?" Willow didn’t answer, instead she kept busy trying to keep her snot and tears from running all over. Clare waited a few seconds for a response, but when none came she decided on a little punishment. "I don’t trust you little girl." She muttered before pulling a rubber glove over one of her hands with a loud snap. Willow watched as her uncovered hand went to a pocket on her white jacket and pulled out a small shallow jar. She opened it and dipped two gloved fingers in the goo. "Open up baby." She demanded. Willow’s mouth instantly opened and she found the covered fingers spreading a nasty bitter jell around in her mouth. "It’s basically orajel if you’re smart enough to wonder stinky. It will keep you from doing anything to stupid in there. Like opening your fucking mouth in front of someone else. Are you ready?"

Willow tried to keep the jell off her tongue but it was useless, everything in her mouth was covered in the foul substance. When she realized Clare wasn’t going to push the chair till she got a response Willow nodded her head, and slurred, "Wedy.". The tingle of the chemical rapidly turned to numbness, Willow found she was no longer able to feel her tongue. Then to her shock she started to drool like a teething infant.

Clare laughed. "Yep. That’s perfect. I think you’re good and ready now. Let’s get this over with baby."

The door to the office opened as they got close. Held open by someone Willow didn’t recognize. She was rolled inside without any questions or dignity. She expected to be released as soon as they got inside, but she was left strapped into the chair. Dr. Snead looked at her, and gave her a weak smile. Before leaning back and addressing the new doctor. "This is Ms. Walker. She’s was brought to us in this condition. From what we’ve been told she had some mild drug use during the last few years. Then after a night of partying this is almost exactly how her mother found her in the morning. You’ve read the reports. I think you know the rest."

Willow felt scared as everyone looked at her. She had liked being the center of attention in her room with Linda. Now she wanted nothing but to be back there and in her own crib. She whined and moaned when a light was shined in her eyes. She wanted to end this charade, but she didn’t want to mess this up for Linda either. She knew she had to act like she was mentally disturbed. "But how the hell can I trick a professional? She wondered. "Come on drugs. Hurry up!" As if on cue the world seemed to dip and she felt her inhibitions leaving her. If the diaper was off she would have started to grind herself against the strap holding her to the chair. Instead she opened her mouth to say hello to everyone. Forgetting about how numb her mouth was she could barely form anything, "Ewwwwwooooooo...." Rolled stupidly from her mouth. As well as plenty of spit. She tried to rub at it with her hands, but they came away covered and sticky. She giggled at the feeling as she watched it drip onto her chest.

"I see. I think I should get a closer look. Maybe a CT scan or two." Why don’t we get her loose and set her on the floor so I can examine her a little easier?"

Willow didn’t want out of her chair. She liked the secure feeling it gave her. She had to think fast. "What could babies do that kept adults from touching them?" She thought. The answer came to her in a flash. She took as much weight off her butt as she could and pushed, trying to force herself to mess. A barely audible fart was her only reward. But it did seem to warm her diaper. She felt fear start to overwhelm her again as she sat back down. Only to feel something warm and very runny mash between her cheeks and the diaper. "Must have made pee pee." She thought happily. Willow started to laugh as she slid her bottom back and forth in her seat.

Everyone else in the room watched stunned as she happily mumbled and played with her mess. The new doctor stepped back, "Maybe later then. I can see she’s definitely in good care here. But I want Linda in her own room. I don’t need anything to regress her any farther. If there’s much farther to go...."

Willow’s heart sank. She needed to be with Linda. She started to fight against the straps and yell. Her wild emotions taking complete control as she started to have a tantrum in her chair. "I shit my pants for nothing! I want out! I’m done if I can’t be with her!" She thought. But there was nothing coherent that anyone else could hear. Everyone in the room seemed to back off, and wait for her to burn through her aggression. It didn’t take long. The same drugs that left her an emotional wreck also left her in a weaker state. She finally settled down, and just softly cried.

"I’m sure Linda will be fine here. This is just something outside of her regular schedule." A familiar voice said. "I think it’s best for us to keep her on a tight schedule just like a real baby. That way we can cut down on aggression and let her brain pull itself out."

Willow closed her eyes and listened to the voice. It was female, and very familiar. It made her feel good to hear it. Almost to good. She tried to lift her head to look at her. But she was to tired to do it. "I think it’s just about her nap time, after a diaper change of course." The voice continued.

"Yeah. I need a new diapee!" Willow thought happily. "Get on it or I’ll poop on you!" Then the owner of the voice got down in her face and Willow almost exploded in glee. "Linda! Linda! Linda! Linda!" Ran through her mind. Her messy diaper was forgotten as she was overcome with joy. Here was her friend all better and working again.

Linda smiled and took her slick hands in her own as Willow rocked and moved with glee, "See she’s always so happy for a fresh diaper because she knows that’s bottle time, I bet she’s starved."

Willow’s thoughts moved a mile a minute. Flashing from one to the next. Never fully completing any. She was so happy she didn’t feel herself wetting her diaper again. Or even think about how it was starting to itch. "You’re all better! Now we can go home!" Finally ran through her mind. She reached out to grab at Linda, but she stood up and walked towards the newer doctor.

"We’ll take good care or her. I’m sure Linda has some initial CT’s from when she went to the hospital sixteen days ago, those will show a good baseline. Then we can keep an eye on if there’s any further brain damage from the extended condition." Willow stopped her gyrations and looked at her friend in confusion.

"Why are they talking like she’s still out?" Willow wondered. Clare came up to her then and carefully checked the back of her diaper.

"I think we can finish this in a few days. Right now I think we’re about to have an even bigger mess." She looked right in Willow’s eyes. "Let’s go Linda. Your baba and crib await."

"I’ll go with you. I want to verify the cameras have been set up by now." Linda said. But Willow barely heard her. She was confused, and the drugs didn’t help. She kept looking up at Linda as she walked her back to the room. When she was pushed into the door she was met by the strong babyish smell she had remembered from her first time inside. It touched something inside her, she felt vulnerable and needed something. Instinctively she put her thumb in her mouth and felt much better. The loud sound of a high five almost made her cry. But she was able to hold it back, only sniffling a few times.

"I can’t believe she pulled that off! Jerry has never left one of them in our care before! This is perfect, we’re going to be set for life if this works out!" Clare said happily.

"I know. It’s so awesome." Linda said, squatting down and unbuckling Willow from her chair, before Clare came over and helped her get her up and onto the changing table. "And we have you to thank little Linda."

Willow kicked her feet feebly in irritation, "Stop calling me that Linda! Let’s go! It’s time to go home!" she thought.

Linda started to unsnap the onsie and pull it back. She stopped for a second and looked in Willow’s eyes. "I wonder what she’s thinking in there. I wonder if she gets it yet." Willow still felt confused, she didn’t understand why they weren’t leaving. "I mean it’s obvious, but after what we put in her you think she’s slow enough now that we have to spell it out?"

"I’m not retarded!" Willow thought angrily. But something kept gnawing at her, clawing at the edge of her thoughts that something was wrong.

Clare came up, her hands gloved, and several wipes in her hands. "You know previous testing showed that logical rationalization left first." She un-taped the front of Willow’s diaper and started to wipe her down. "I think you better spell it out for her. But give me a few minutes first. I want to watch."

Willow felt nervous as Clare changed her. She didn’t like the girl, and now she was holding some kind of secret from her. A dusting pf powder, and the ripping of tapes and she was back in a clean diaper. When Clare asked if she liked it, Willow smiled proudly and nodded her head. "I love being clean!" She thought happily.

"Ready Clare?" Linda asked, and she got a yes in return. They carried Willow back to her crib and set her up in a corner. Carefully propping her up with blankets and a pillow. "Willow?" She asked. Willow had been staring at one of the decorations on the wall. She dreamily looked back at her and smiled. She felt so much better that she giggled. Linda pulled Willow’s wrist up to her eyes, "What does this say Will?"

Willow looked down at the plastic band. But the letters kept moving. She thought it almost made sense. But then it just seemed to fade. "Ummmmmmmmmm." She cooed when she decided it didn’t matter.

Linda laughed. "I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself Linda." Willow looked at her, freshly confused again.

"I told you. Dumb as a rock. Spell it out." Clare said, trying hard not to laugh.

Linda smiled and continued, "This band says you’re not Willow. It says you’re Linda. A very screwed up disabled Linda." She waited while that sank in, then continued. "It says you’re going to be here a very long time." Things started to fall into place for Willow, her mouth dropped open in shock.

"There it is! Baby brain finally gets it!" Clare said. "Oh god, that face is so precious! It’s just like when she shits herself, she looks so serious!"

Linda dropped Willow’s hand. "It was all a setup. Everything. Me living with you. I spent the entire time grooming you. Prepping you so you’d do what we needed you to do. Everything was an act. Just to get you here! The story, the diapers, everything. Once you signed those papers it was all set." Linda stepped back and away from the crib, before sliding the side shut with a clang.

Clare stepped up and peered over the rails. "I didn’t think she was going to pull it off. But when she shit herself and laughed about it, he was sold. He really thinks she wants this."

Willow’s emotions were overwhelmed again, fear caused her body to wet her diaper. She tried to yell for help but only managed to bite her own tongue, sending her into a crying fit again. She was still crying when the door opened and Dr. Snead walked in.

"We’ve got another week, maybe two before he comes back. He’ll want a urine test then I’m sure." He looked down at Willow and sneered, "Enjoying yourself Linda? I hope so. We’ll need to cut back on the meds to check your progress tomorrow. Can’t talk with you gurgling like a fool you know. How did the test go?" He asked Clare.

"She’s definitely late stage. Another day or two and we can cut it off. We don’t want a veg on our hands. It took explaining the whole thing before she figured it out."

Dr. Snead looked back at Willow, "So then we’re all set. Give her another unit or two now, and have Sara take a sample. We don’t want liver damage."

Willow started to shake as she saw the needle come towards here. Clare’s face had taken on a manic quality as she got closer and closer. "No!" She managed to yell, just as the needle sank in and she felt warmth run through her arm, and into her chest. "No!" She said again. But this time it came out much less forceful.

"I wonder if that’s her only word right now?" Linda asked.

Clare giggled, "It won’t be for long! Hah!" They both giggled and watched as Willow’s eyes lost focus. Everything seemed to get brighter to her. Her body itself seemed disconnected from her mind. She lost concentration for several minutes, waking to find herself flat on her back and a cool feeling on her vagina. Clare was still talking, but this time sounding more clinical then mean. "Just tape the bag over her right there. Exactly. And now you have to wait. Maybe give her another bottle. Once she goes potty take the bag off and get it to the lab."

Willow tried to remember why she had been so sad, but nothing seemed to stick. Her focus lasted seconds before she latched onto another thought. "I’ve got school today!" She thought. But even as she registered shock, it was gone and she floated to the next sensation as someone touched her vagina again. "Yeah Brad. Right there! I love that!" She thought. Her pelvis pulsed, and she felt wetness before losing it, and coming back to Linda. "Got to save Linda! Got to save Linda! She’s here somewhere."

Popping from thought to thought she didn’t notice as people came and went. When her exhausted mind slipped into sleep her dreams were simple shapes and colours. Nothing seemed to be in focus, it was as if she was looking through a soft cloth. Willow awoke feeling refreshed, and ready. But it took her several minutes to remember why she was in a diaper. "I need them?" She questioned. Then several things popped in and fear came back, "I have to leave!" But she couldn’t figure out how to move her body. She started to fuss, when a dark blur from the corner of her vision got closer, and resolved into the nice nurse that she liked. A light giggle escaped her lips. and she thrummed her feet on the mattress. "Like! Like! Like!" ran through her mind. Her thoughts were still adult, but scattered, and hard to hold together. She was ruled more by emotion now. And seeing as she had liked this nurse she was very happy, even if part of her knew she was in trouble and needed to get away.

"I’ve got a present for you Willow. Or should I call you Linda now?" The nurse looked at her closely, and said both names over and over. Willow still liked Linda, so she giggled when she heard it said several times. "I guess it’s just Linda now. Maybe less huh?" Willow giggled at the sound of her voice. She was so happy. The nurse carefully picked her up, cradling her head and moved her as best she could to a mat laid out on the floor. She set Willow down on it, and gave her diaper a quick check. "Dry enough for now, good job there kid!"

Willow cooed in return, she was really enjoying this. "Happy! Happy! Happy!"

The nurse got real close to her face and smiled, "Okay Linda, look what I brought you!" The nurses face left her vision, replaced by a very angry looking Clare.

Willow would have recoiled if she could move her body. "Bad lady! Bad!" Ran through her mind, she started to tear up. Even the look on her face made Willow sad.

"It’s okay baby. It’s okay. I’m going to fix her for you! Really!" Sara said.

Willow saw something move from the bad woman’s face and she started fighting and spiting, "I’ll kill you, you fucking bitch! I’ll fucking destroy you! You can’t do this! You promised!"

"Oh hush now. To many witnesses already, to bad they’re all nuts!" The nurse said calmly, trying to keep Willow happy.

"Please... I’ll be good. I won’t tell. You can do what you want. You can trust me." Clare started to plead.

"I know I can trust you Clare. I can trust you to keep your mouth closed. Especially after I do this." Clare grunted as the needle was pushed in. "You remember the warnings about ten units right?" Clare started to scream then. Till her voice warbled and died. her body slumped completely onto the floor. Only her breathing could be heard after that.

"Are we done here?" One last voice asked.

The young nurse turned and looked at Linda, nodding as she did. "One baby, and one veggie."

"Then suit up. I’ll take care of the rest."

Willow watched from the floor. No longer scared of the woman now drooling and twitching randomly on the floor. She looked up at the blurs moving in and out around her. Feeling content and happy. Though she did want a bottle.

Sara pulled off her clothes as fast as she could and threw everything into a bag next to Linda. Then with trembling hands she took the diaper that the woman offered and put it on as if her life depended on it. "Oh god..." She moaned.

"You know this isn’t you. It’s the conditioning we gave you. It’s all a big lie." Linda said cockily.

"I don’t care. This is what you made me. I want it so bad. All of it. You’ve got to finish this I can’t take it anymore."

"I don’t know.... You’re nice to have around. We could remove your little fetish if you want. Make you normal again. You could have regular sex again. No more masturbating in diapers. You could be normal."

Sara dropped to her knees in front of Linda, "Please! Don’t! I want this, I’ve been waiting for it so long! This is what you promised!"

Linda pushed the diapered woman away from her, "Look at yourself! You’re a fucking mess. Do you really want to end up like Willow over there? A Pampered Princess?"

Sara slipped a hand in her diaper and started to rub herself, it was to much. She was so close, she looked over at the babbling bubblehead and moaned. "Yesss! I want it!"

Linda watched as Sara worked herself up, she knew exactly how to push her buttons, she had been the one to give them to her. "I don’t know, you’re going to be pretty stupid when it’s over. Be a shame to lose all that potential into your pants."

Sara was past talking, she was about to go over. She could feel every nerve in her body sing; waiting for the pinch of the needle. And when she felt it hit and start to burn her entire body seemed to explode. It left her on the floor panting. It took several minutes, but as she finally came down Sara realized she was still together. Still an adult. She sat up and looked down at herself. The diaper that had for months made her almost pop from wearing, did nothing for her. She scrunched up her face and looked up at Linda. "What the hell did you do?"

"I took away those urges of yours. Now you don’t want to end up in pampers forever do you?"

Sara shot to her feet, and hugged Linda. "Oh thank you, thank you! It was so vivid, I wanted it so badly thank you!" She reached for the bag with her clothes in it, but Linda kicked it back out of her reach. "Hey! I want to get out of this thing and get some real clothes on!"

Linda laughed. "That’s probably not a good idea. Sara."

Sara stopped and looked at her, before taking on a fighting stance. "I won’t let you give me another shot! So you can drop that idea right there. I’ll keep quiet you know that!"

"Another shot? Why would I do that? I’m giving Willow a twin not another little veg."

Sara was very confused, she didn’t understand why Linda was talking like this. "Look I’m all better. Let’s just go on with Dr. Snead like the last time!"

Linda looked at her watch, "You don’t get it. Let me dumb it down for you. The shot took away your conditioning, but it’s still going to regress that mind of yours. I mean shit, it already has if you can’t figure that out."

"Wait... What?" Everything seemed to be wrong to Sara. She knew there was something happening to her. But she couldn’t keep everything straight. "No. Let’s go Linda. The doc is waiting."

"Hah!" Linda almost snorted. "He’s fine. He knows I’m tying up a few loose ends. Can you feel anything Sara?" Linda looked at her diaper, and then back up at Sara’s face, smiling. "Can you even tell you’re pissing yourself right now?"

Sara’s hands shot to her crotch. She felt the diaper rapidly warming and bulging out. "But I don’t like diapers anymore! I don’t want this!" She cried as vertigo started to set in. First she squatted down, but even that was to much. She dropped forward onto her hands and knees. "Nooooo!"

"You were just begging for this? What happened?" Linda sneered.

"I’m not gonna.... Not gonna.... Ah...ah,,,,,ah..... a.........." Sara whispered.

"Not going to what dear? Finish College? Go on another date? Walk? Talk?" Linda watched as Sara’s butt swayed then slipped sideways to the floor. Her entire posture changed and relaxed. But her eyes never left Linda’s. Linda stepped over her and carefully peeled the diaper away from her bottom, seeing a little present that had been deposited there. "Oh, you’re never going to wipe your own ass again. Well good luck with that. I hope you enjoyed our little business deal. I’d change you but, you know... The doc’s waiting!"

Sara watched as Linda turned on her heels and left. She tried to sit up, to move her own head. To do anything, after several tries she managed to turn her head towards Willow. She saw the regressed woman smiling and gurgling to herself. "The eyes..." Sara thought. Everything else was floating away, but even as scattered as her thoughts were she remembered what their eyes looked like as they changed. "Happy.... Happy eyes..."

 

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