Home Again
 
By Baby Ray
 
 
The court hearings had been more than my little five year old mind
could comprehend. I had only a limited understanding of what was
going on; the issues discussed so hotly by a strange woman and the
Division of child and family services was all but lost upon my
limited powers of comprehension. However, it was over, and I was
told to go with this strange woman, whom every one kept referring
to as my mother. She burst into happy teres and hugged me hard when
the final decision was spoken by the judge. The judge was an
austere and some what forbidding personage toward whom I had a
fearful aversion. However, he showed me in no uncertain manner that
I hadn't anything to fear from him, when he came down from the
bench and gently ordered me to approach him. Disengaging myself
from the crying woman, I timidly made my way over to him. He
kneeled down on one knee, took my chin in his big hand and looked
earnestly into my face. 
"Little chaps should be with their mommies. Don't you think so my
young friend?" He asked in a soft rumble.
"I have decided that you don't have to live in a special place for
homeless children anymore, because you have a home, and that's
where you belong." After finishing, he lead me over to the strange
woman who was drying her eyes and smiling broadly. He spoke briefly
to the woman about something called a drug problem and
rehabilitation. He then asked us to come back and visit him in
three month's time, and the strange lady agreed. After thanking the
judge profusely, the lady took my hand and lead me from the
courtroom. I was more than a little glad to be quit of that
forbidding place, because being in there made me feel so ill at
ease. The strange lady drove us to a motel, where she said we were
to spend the night. I had never been to a motel before, and I gazed
about me in wonder. My eyes lighted up and I squealed with delight
as I spied the large screened television over in one corner. The
strange lady broke into a laugh, and then for some reason began to
cry again. She sat down on the bed and took me into her lap. 
"You have never seen one of those before have you." She said, as
she pointed at the television. She laughed again, as I shook my
head in the negative. I couldn't for the life of me understand why
she kept laughing and crying all at the same time. I remember
thinking that maybe she was crazy like my last foster mom had been.
 
I shuddered as my mind went back to those awful days when I had
lived with the Thompsons. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson didn't have jobs;
they made a living by taking in foster children as a means of
supplementing their welfare checks and food stamps. Mr. Thompson
was a hard drinking, hard swearing and violent man. Mrs. Thompson
had a temper to match her husbands, and we foster kids lived in
terror of them. Mrs. Thompson would for no reason, go into
screaming rages, at which time one or more of we kids would receive
a sound beating or at least a series of hard slaps across the face.
I can still remember the feel of her hard thin fingers twining them
selves into my hair, as I saw her other hand through my frightened
teres poised to strike. The shear unpredictability of an abusive
tirade from either of the Thompsons kept all of us in a state of
apprehension. We tried so hard to be good, but the abuse continued
no matter what we did to avoid it.
 
I shook my head several times in order to try and rid myself of
those memories, and looked up into the strange woman's eyes. She
looked concerned as she gazed down into my up turned face.
"What's wrong baby? Did mommy frighten you?" She hugged me close,
and kissed the top of my head. She cheerfully suggested that we go
out for hamburgers and ice cream. I brightened at the suggestion,
jumped down from her lap and headed for the door. 
 
After a fabulous meal, the likes of which would brighten the heart
of any kid, we went to see Snow white and the Seven Dwarves. That
was the night that I discovered Walt Disney along with something
else much more wonderful. By the time we arrived back at the hotel,
I was tired and sleepy. I don't know at which point I seised to
fear the strange lady who kept calling me her baby, but I was able
to sink into a contented sleep, and all fears were gone far far
away. 
 
I awoke as usual in a wet bed, and the same old terror filled me as
I lay next to the sleeping form of the strange lady. Thoughts of
beatings, slaps across the face and having my nose violently rubbed
in my own pee swam through my mind, as the lady began to awaken.
She sighed sleepily, stretched and started with the realization
that she was laying in a wet bed. I stiffened involuntarily,
because I was all too used to the consequences of waking in a wet
bed. It is true that she didn't spank me when I had wet my pants in
the theater, but we had just met. Maybe she wouldn't be so nice
about my accidents this time. After all, she was wet too, and I
fully expected the storm to break at any minute. 
"You had another accident didn't you." There was no rage nor
contempt in her voice; there was only a measure of gentle concern
as she spoke softly to me. 
"I'm sorry; I can't help it some times." I said timidly. The lady
then rose from the bed, took me into the bathroom, and washed us
both. After the wet sheets had been taken from the bed, and we both
were dressed for the day, the strange lady sat down to read the
papers which she had been given as we left the courtroom the day
before. 
"I should have read this file before." She commented half to me and
half to herself. "So you have always had a wetting problem." She
paused for a moment in her perusal and took me into her lap, and
resumed her reading. 
"They aren't sure why you have trouble holding your peepee. The
pediatrician says that you have a malformed bladder, and the child
psychologist thinks that you might not have been fully potty
trained. Mommy will take you to a doctor when we get home, but for
now we better get you some diapers, because you are wearing your
last pare of pants." She spoke matter of factly as she replaced the
papers into their folder. She then packed our few belongings,
checked us out of the motel, and we were on our way. 
 
I had never been inside a Walmart before, and I was more than a
little bedazzled by the hundreds of shelves piled high with all
manner of strange objects the likes of which I had never seen in my
short life before. I found all of the sights and sounds to be a bit
more than a little disconcerting as I was lead through all of the
bustling activity to the baby isle. I particularly liked this
section of the store, because of the especially wonderful sights
and alluring smells emanating from the countless brands of what I
knew were packages of diapers. The strange lady selected two  large
packages of pampers, several bottles of Baby Magic Lotion and two
bottles of Johnson's Baby Powder. The items which she placed into
the shopping cart reminded me of the orphanage where I had lived
for a few months before being remanded over to the foster care
administration in Washington state. the orphanage was owned by a
Benadictine convent, and the nones there had been kind and
understanding. I was never punished for my accidents; upon my
arrival at the orphanage, I was straightway put into diapers. I
could still remember the smell of the baby powder and the wonderful
smell of the diapers. I well remembered the feel of the bulk
between my legs, and I smiled involuntarily at the recollection of
the many diaper changes. Short though it had been, my stay at the
Benadictine orphanage had been the happiest time of my life. I was
suddenly brought back to the present when the strange lady lifted
me out of the front of the shopping cart, laid me on a nearby
changing table, unfastened my pants and pulled them down along with
my underwear. She briskly opened one of the packages of pampers,
withdrew it and proceeded to diaper me right in the middle of the
store. She seemed oblivious to the passing stairs which we were
receiving from the other shoppers. After she had taped my pamper
into place, she drew up my pants, lifted me down from the table and
replaced me in the shopping cart. Just like that, and with no fuss,
I was back in diapers. After purchasing a few more items, we left
the huge store, and we were on our way. 
 
The trip home was a long one, lasting a full day and a half. I am
not sure when it was that I began calling the strange lady Mommy,
but by the time we reached home, she was no longer the strange lady
to me. She kept talking about what a wonderful life we were going
to have together, and she tried several times to explain why she
had not been able to be my mommy before. Much of what she had to
say made little sense to me, but I liked the sound of her soft
earnest chattering as we drove along. She would check my diaper
every time we stopped for gas, and change me if I was wet. At some
time during our trip home, all of my fears of punishment seemed to
just float out the car window along with the memories. A child
instinctually knows when they are among loving adults, and they
some how know whether or not they can trust them. by the end of our
first day on the road, I had lapsed into a state of contentment and
excited anticipation of what was to come. Mommy seemed to undergo
a slight change by the end of the day as well. 
 
By the time we stopped for the night, she had begun treating me as
a baby; I remember her saying that she had never known me as a
baby, and now she was going to make up for those lost years. I at
first enjoyed this superabundance of attention just as any little
boy would, but I eventually found myself gradually slipping into an
infantile state of mind, as I began to unconsciously let go of the
past. Letting go of everything was a gradual, gentle and wholly
effortless thing for me; it seemed rather like floating upon a big
soft cloud of relief, peace and happiness. I enjoyed being hand fed
my supper while sitting in mommy's lap. Although I was a boy of
five years, holding me on her lap with one arm, and simultaneously
eating her own meal whilst feeding me mine seemed perfectly natural
to both of us. The passing stares of sympathy from the other
patrons in the restaurant were of little consequence to us.
Doubtless they thought me mentally deficient, as their quick
glances, discrete comments to one another and averted gazes seemed
to imply. After supper, we returned to our room, where mommy
undressed me, removed my sodden diaper and lead me into the
bathroom. I didn't even offer the predictable boyish protest as
mommy placed me into the tub of warm water and bathed me
thoroughly. After draining the bathtub, mommy lifted me out, gently
toweled me dry and lead me back into the bedroom. She then laid me
on the bed and diapered me for the night. Since I had no pajamas
the diaper was all that I had on, and this caused me not the
slightest sense of discomfort, as I curled up happily to watch
television with my new found mommy. I loved the smell of my diaper,
and its comfortable reassuring bulk between my legs. I also loved
the sound which it made every time I moved. Before long, all of my
pleasant thoughts and feelings began to blend with the sound of the
television, as I lay in mommy's arms, and it was suddenly morning.
I opened my eyes with a start, and looked about me for a dazed
moment before I was able to collect my thoughts and realize where
I was. I started in surprise at the feel of warm dry sheets beneath
me, and I stretched to my full length on the bed with a contented
sigh. It was then that I felt the damp heavy bulk of a very wet
diaper between my legs, and I wriggled involuntarily at the
deliciously pleasurable feel of it. Mommy emerged a few moments
later from the bathroom with her over night bag in her hand. She
was already fully dressed for the day, and she greeted me brightly
when she saw that I had finally awakened. She untaped my wet diaper
and lead me into the bathroom, for a quick sponge bath with a damp
rag and some baby wipes. She then brought me back into the bedroom
and diapered me for the day. After dressing me and putting our bags
into the car, we were on our way once more for home. 
 
chapter #2
 
My eyes widened as we drove into the driveway of an honest to
goodness house. Theretofore, I had lived in apartments and
institutions, and living in a house was something people did in the
movies. A woman came out of the front door and called out excitedly
to us, as she stepped down off the porch. Mommy introduced me to
the smiling woman who's name was crystal. Mommy explained to me
that she and crystal lived together as a couple, and that instead
of having a daddy, I would have two mommies. Crystal gave me a big
hug and a kiss on the forehead, and told me how happy I would be
living with her and mommy. 
"Lets get your things unpacked, and then we can get to know each
other." Crystal suggested brightly. She reached into the trunk of
the car and took out my little suit case. Her face assumed a
curious expression as her eyes lit on the packages of pampers. She
looked inquiringly at mommy who explained that I had a wetting
problem, and that we needed to make an appointment to see a doctor
as soon as possible. 
 
Since I had so few belongings, moving in was a short process, and
before I knew it, Mommy, crystal and I were sitting comfortably in
the living room. After both women had perused the folder of papers
which mommy had gotten from the court, they discussed my bladder
problems while I lay on the floor watching television. 
"Does he know when he has to go to the bathroom?" Crystal asked
reflectively. 
"I really don't know." Mommy replied. Crystal beckoned for me to
come to her. She lifted me onto her lap, gently took my chin in her
fingers and tilted my face. 
"Can you tell when you have to peepee?" She asked.
"I don't feel nothing; it just happens, and I don't know about it
until it happens. Its too late then, and I get in trouble." I
replied.
"Can you tell when your diaper is wet?" she asked. I nodded yes,
and told her that I knew when my diaper needed changing, but I
really never knew when I actually wet. She asked me was my diaper
wet, and I nodded. Crystal stood me before her, unfastened my pants
and squeezed my sodden diaper.
"You need changing don't you." She said.
"Mommy told you to let some body know when your diaper is wet."
Mommy gently reproved me.
"Go in your room, and bring me a diaper, and I'll change you. When
you need a new diaper, you should let mommy or me know, so that you
don't get your pants wet." Crystal said. I went into my bedroom,
and retrieved a diaper from the open package which stood on my
dresser. I just stood there for a moment surveying my room. For the
first time in my life I had my very own room, my own bed, my own
dresser and everything. I even had a toy box, which had some toys
in it, and they were my very own toys. I found myself completely
bedazzled by the shear magnitude of all that I had acquired out of
the blue. Crystal laughed and gently pulled my nose as I skipped
merrily back into the living room. She laid me on the couch and
changed me. She then sat down and lifted me into her lap.
"Tomorrow we are going to see a real nice doctor, and we are gona
get your peepee fixed so you won't need diapers. Won't that be
nice?" Crystal said brightly. 
 
The rest of that day past in a fog of joy and excitement. I could
hardly comprehend this new and wonderful life which now lay before
me. When ever my diaper was wet, I would tell mommy or crystal, and
they would change me. Having my diaper changed so gently and
lovingly was heavenly; gone was the fear and trepidation, and
nothing but sweet security and contentment took their place. I
remember experiencing shock, confusion and frank curiosity the
first time I saw Mommy and Crystal holding hands, and I squealed
with laughter when Crystal put her arms around Mommy, and they
kissed one another. 
"Come here baby." Mommy said, as she and Crystal separated.
"We had better have a little talk now. Ok?" Mommy continued. She
sat me down on the couch between herself and a worried looking
Crystal. Mommy paused reflectively, and knitted her eyebrows for a
moment before continuing. 
"You see baby, Crystal and I are married, kind of like a husband
and wife, except neither of us are really a husband. We love one
another, and so we live together as a married couple. Most kids
have a mommy and a daddy, you know, like on Little House on the
Prairie. You know, there is mr. and mrs. Engles, but at our house,
it's not like that." 
Mommy threw up her hands in mild exasperation.
"I'm not doing so hot with this. Help me out Crystal." 
Crystal looked earnestly into my face before speaking. 
"You see baby, your mommy and I are gay. Have you ever heard the
word lesbian?" She asked. I shook my head in the negative. 
"But you and Mommy live together, and you love each other, and you
love me? I asked. Crystal nodded emphatically, and mommy nodded as
well. 
"Ok; That's cool." I said simply. They both sighed with relief and
laughed. I wasn't sure what was so funny, but they both seemed as
though an uncomfortable business had been attended to in a most
satisfactory fashion, and they were glad to have it over with. 
"I don't care if I don't have a daddy, because men have been mean
to me, and they hurt me some times." I continued. Mommy pulled me
into her lap and hugged me close before planting a big kiss on my
forehead.
"Well baby, no body won't ever hurt you never ever again. You are
with Mommy and Crystal now, and we won't let any body hurt you
again." She blinked back tears, and hugged me even more closely,
and this time, the hug lasted for a good long time. I nestled my
head into Mommy's breast, and reveled in the warmth and closeness.
I then sat up and looked at Crystal, and the angry expression on
her face disconcerted me not a little. However, perceiving my
consternation, Crystal assumed a cheerful visage and nudged me
playfully under the chin.
"Your mommy's right; we won't never let no body hurt you. They'll
have both of us to deal with if they try. Ok?" She said brightly.
I nodded my understanding and smiled happily. I sat on the couch
between my new parents basking in their undivided attention and
love. It felt so warm and secure sitting there between the two of
them. They seemed to radiate such deep love and tenderness for one
another and for me as well. I had never known such a sense of well
being in my entire life, and my happiness and serenity were
complete. After the initial euphoria had worn off, I began to feel
more and more curious about my new surroundings. I started to feel
a burning desire to go exploring. This was such a big house, and I
reasoned that it was full of new and interesting things. I had no
idea at the time how correct this particular line of reason would
turn out to be; was I ever in for a surprise. After a while, Mommy
went into the kitchen to fix dinner, and Crystal started making
phone calls. It was time to go exploring. 
 
I first went into Crystal's and Mommy's bedroom. There wasn't
anything of interest in there; there was just the usual things one
would find in any bedroom in the world. I next went into the
bathroom, and was surprised to see several rubber bag like objects,
with all manner of different kinds of rubber tubes protruding from
the bags or laying in coils on a shelf. I hadn't a clue as to their
use, and I quickly lost interest. Bypassing my room, I proceeded
down the hall where there were three more rooms just waiting for me
to explore them. The walls of the first room I entered, were
festooned with all sorts of leather straps, strange clothing and
implements the likes of which I had never seen. I had absolutely no
idea what to make of this room and its strange contents. After
looking around for a few minutes, I decided to check out the next
room. The second room contained some extremely odd furnishings, and
again, I had no idea as to the nature and uses of that which I
beheld. After playing for a while on the strange furniture, I
quitted the room and headed for the last one. As I started to open
the door and go inside, I was startled by Mommy's voice calling to
me. 
"Have you seen Ray?" Mommy's voice sounded worried. 
"I've been on the phone, but he couldn't have gotten far." Crystal
replied. 
"Here I am." I yelled. Mommy laughed with relief as she came down
the hall toward me. 
"What have you been up to?" She asked.
"I have been looking in the rooms Mommy. Say what are all those
leather things on the wall? And what are those strange things in
the other room? I've never seen stuff like that before." I said. 
 
Mommy drew me into the living room and gave Crystal a concerned
look. Crystal was nonplussed when Mommy told her what I had been up
to. 
"This was gona happen sooner or later, and I would have preferred
later to sooner. How can we hide something like this? I knew this
would be an issue, but I haven't figured out how to address it."
Crystal's voice was filled with dismay.
"We shouldn't hide anything, and we don't need to sugar coat
anything either. Lets just play it strait, because Ray has to learn
right now what we do here. It's gona be a part of his life as well,
and he should know about it and understand it as well." There was
an air of finality and certainty in Mommy's voice, and Crystal
nodded in agreement. They sat me down between them once more, and
Mommy began to speak.
"I am a teacher at a school for disabled children, and Crystal is
self employed. I mean, she has her own business. You were looking
at the things that she uses in her work. Most of the basement is
full of her work stuff too. You see, Crystal does things to people,
because they pay her to do them. Some times people like to have
unusual things done to them, and that's what Crystal does." Mommy
finished speaking and looked at Crystal.
"You see baby, I am what is called a dominatrix, and people like to
be spanked and have all kinds of things done to them, and that is
what I do. Do you understand what Mommy and I are trying to
explain?" I nodded in partial understanding.
"Ok; that's cool." I replied simply. They both seemed rather
onward, and I couldn't figure out why. I was wholly unconcerned
about the matter; I was just curious. 
 
After dinner, we watched television for the rest of the evening.
Mommy then bathed me and diapered me for the night. At first it
felt glorious in my own room, and in my very own bed too. However,
I began to feel some what afraid in this new and strange place, and
I very badly wanted my mommy. I climbed out of bed, and went into
their room. 
"Are you ok baby?" Mommy asked.
"I'm scared by myself in there; can I sleep with you?" I replied.
Crystal laughed and suggested that I be placed between them. I
spent the rest of that night in utter contentment between the
slumbering forms of Mommy and Crystal. 


From: Ray Jackson 
Subject: Re: ~(ASFD) Story: "B.R.A.T.T.", Part 1
Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1998 01:44:32 GMT


chapter #7

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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