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Faal story
DIR By: Cya
Date: November 19, 2018, 4:40 am
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Hanging out with her friends while they're babysitting a newborn
two mouth old and realize that they're a baby!
Smelling the talcum powder, sniffing fresh huggies. Talking
about how jealous she is until she just snaps and wants her
friends to diaper her
"SEE?! I'M A BABY! GOO GOO GAA GAAA! I DRINK TITTYMILK! I'M NOT
GROWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Reality fragments and she assumes the role of the two month old
baby due to the power of her yearning. To give everything up to
achieve her goal, her dream, her earthly desire.
Once she gets put into her first diaper, which just happens to
fit her like a glove, she squirms and bucks, cummimg against the
hand of her friend.
Then she just foams with drool and gurgles like a helpless
infant
Stealing baby stuff
Perhaps cutting her hair and changing to look all wispy
Speaking in baby babble, like just gibberish like a second
language
Laughing/giggling maniacally
Sucking on things.
Toes, binkies, thumbs, hell she could try to force herself onto
one of her friends to suckle on their boobies
Reality changes and instead of being angry for a few seconds,
it's quite normal
Perhaps ending sleeping in a similar bassinet, constantly
telling herself that she's a baby like mantra until her mind is
braindead
#Post#: 70--------------------------------------------------
Re: Faal story
DIR By: Cya
Date: November 19, 2018, 6:03 am
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It had been just another boring day for Stacy Cumberland until
she got a call from her friend, Yolanda. According to Yolanda,
her good friend from college just had a baby and, after a few
months of being trapped in the house, the new mother was finally
feeling secure enough to let someone else watch her new bundle
of joy while she left the home for some well deserved "me time".
At least, that was the way Yolanda had put it over the phone.
So, with nothing better to do, the twenty five year old made her
way over to the home of Yolanda's friend.
As she stood in front of the quaint one story ranch house, Stacy
couldn't help but think about the odd and pervasive thoughts
she'd been suppressing ever since most of her friends started
having children. Like most women her age, she was feeling baby
crazy. However, unlike most women who would've been thinking
about having a child, Stacy's thoughts were quite different. She
put those compulsive thoughts to the back if her mind as she
walked up the sidewalk to the home where her friend was
babysitting.
*Ding Dong*
A few moments later, a slender woman, approximately the same age
as Stacy, opened the door, letting out the stuffy scents of the
household. Stacy breathed in a faint but familiar scent:Talcum
powder, which was wafting from the living room and out the front
door.
"You changing diapers or something?" Stacy found herself asking
without even thinking before she spoke.
"Actually, I just finished changing Becky. I guess I must've
gotten some baby powder on my hands." Yolanda chuckled. She
noticed an odd look in her friend's eye. If she didn't know any
better, she could've sworn that it was the glint of envy.
The young woman mentally reigned herself in as best as she
could, trying to control herself. Just the most subtle hint of
baby powder had her all amped up and excited for seemingly no
reason at all. She couldn't even believe that she asked her
friend if she had been changing diapers, but at least it seemed
like a reasonable thing to say. It was one thing to have
thoughts randomly dancing around in her head, Stacy knew, but to
have them being blurted out loud was another thing entirely.
"Let's see this little tyke. How old did you say she was?" Stacy
tried to keep things going forward.
"Yeah, she's barely two months old." Yolanda replied as she let
Stacy walk into the modest home.
The front door led directly into the living room which had a few
modern pieces of furniture. Nothing fancy, a few end tables,
couch and a TV. Very minimalist white furniture which contrasted
with the sparsely laid out baby toys that were all the colors of
the rainbow. Stacy gazed longly at them. "Baby toys! Stacy
squealed like a wild woman and dived for the floor, her slighly
chubby stomach absorbing her impromptu belly flop.
"Huh, I thought you wanted to see the baby?" Yolanda asked, from
behind her dark haired friend, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, but I wanna pway with toys with the baby too." Stacy
giggled a bit too long, but Yolanda didn't mind.
"I guess I could check and see if Becky is awake.. Just take it
easy with her, she's just a newborn after all."
"Sure thing!" The dark haired stated with a bit too much
enthusiasm.
Yolanda simply stared at her over excited friend who was trying
not to play with a rattle. Yolanda walked over Stacy towards the
bassinet where Becky laid wide awake. She really was a good baby
compared to most of the kids that her friends had. Yolanda had
already babysat all her friend's new babies and could compare
them with such knowledge. The more she thought about it, the
more it seemed like everyone of her former Sorority Sisters was
either pregnant or had a kid during the last year. Yolanda
couldn't help, but realize that Stacy and herself were pretty
much the last women in their clique to not get knocked up yet.
While gently picking up baby Becky, Yolanda had an epiphany.
This change in stacy's behavior was much more than simply a new
personality quirk. All the talk of babies and her odd
fascination over baby stiff could mean only one thing! Stacy had
caught the "Baby fever" that had been spreading through their
circle of friends!
Meanwhile, while Yolanda held becky, Stacy found herself
sprawled out on the living roo floor, sucking on the rattle
while looking around at all the toys on the floor. 'That brat
gets all these awesome toys and what do I get?!' The poor girl
felt like she was about to throw a tantrum due to her urges to
have her very own toys. However, right when she was on the verge
of meltdown, Yolanda was calling her name.
"Earth to Stacy!" Yolanda stated. "I know that rattle probably
tastes great, but don't you want to meet the baby?" The thin,
tan babysitting gal asked sarcastically.
Stacy cocked her head, looking up while blushing slightly as
rattle was still lodged in her mouth. Needless to say, she had
been caught in the act. This was the type of behavior she was
trying to surpress, but as time went on, it seemingly grew worse
and more embarrassing. Still, she played it off as best as she
could.
"Just, testin teh toy, gotta mak sur its doesn't bweak" Stacy
lisped from behind the red rattle.
"How thoughtful of you." Yolanda smiled, not sure what to think,
but with no other logical response, merely bought the excuse.
Stacy got up on to her hands and knees and crawled over to
Yolanda, gazing up at her and the bundle of joy in her arms. In
the back of her mind a voice called out "mommy" and, for a brief
second, the image of her best friend, as her mother, clicked.
She felt herself mentally descending lower, getting down to a
more bratty outlook as she felt an intoxicating sensation
envelope her body. She could feel more childish, the energy of
youth fueled her emotions and lit a fire within her mind.
"She's lucky!" Stacy whined. "Gets to sleep all day!"
"Yep." Yolanda absent mindedly agreed to her friend's statement.
"I can't believe how well mannered and mellow Becky is for a two
month old. Most newborns cry their heads off, but not Becky!"
Yolanda ended her statement in a coo and rubbed her nose against
the tiny baby's nose.
'That little **** gets all the attention!' Her mind raged. She
hated how Yolanda showered praise onto that lazy brat. She knew
that she could be a better baby and get the attention she
desired. 'No, I deserve it! No, I want it! No! I NEED mommy's
love and attention!' Stacy felt her heart ache as she knew that
she truly would never be held because she wasn't a baby!
'No, you're a baby. You're just in silly, big girl clothing.
Wear what babies wear and you'll see. You'll be the baby you're
meant to be!' The voice was ever present and straight to the
point. It's message had resonated deep within the soul of the
girl on the floor.
Her mind raced as her thoughts battled to get Stacy's
consideration. 'I need to get diapers! Babies wear diapers!'
Stacy shook her dark colored pigtails in the affirmative,
grinning like an idiot as she crawled past Yolanda.
"Where are you off to?" Yolanda couldn't help but chuckle as she
looked down at her friend crawling around on the ground.
"Baffroom!" Stacy called out as she stumbled forward on her
hands and knees, drooling a bit in her overexcited state.
"It's the first door on the right!" Yolanda called out. "Poor
girl isn't feeling well." She added a bit more quietly, only for
herself and baby Becky to hear.
which was playing some baby cartoon in the background.
#Post#: 71--------------------------------------------------
Re: Faal story
DIR By: Cya
Date: November 19, 2018, 7:02 am
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It had been just another boring day for Stacy Yamato until she
got a call from her friend, Yolanda. According to Yolanda, her
good friend from college just had a baby and, after a few months
of being trapped in the house, the new mother was finally
feeling secure enough to let someone else watch her new bundle
of joy while she left the home for some well deserved "me time".
At least, that was the way Yolanda had put it over the phone.
So, with nothing better to do, the twenty five year old made her
way over to the home of Yolanda's friend.
As she stood in front of the quaint one stpry ranch house, Stacy
couldn't help but think about the odd and pervasive thoughts
she'd been suppressing ever since most of her friends started
having children. Like most women her age, she was feeling baby
crazy. However, unlike most women who would've been thinking
about having a child, Stacy's thoughts were quite different. She
put those compulsive thoughts to the back if her mind as she
walked up the sidewalk to the home where her friend was
babysitting.
*Ding Dong*
A few moments later, a slender woman, approximately the same age
as Stacy, opened the door, letting out the stuffy scents of the
household. Stacy breathed in a faint but familiar scent:Talcum
powder, which was wafting from the living room and out the front
door.
"You changing diapers or something?" Stacy found herself asking
without even thinking before she spoke.
"Actually, I just finished changing Becky. I guess I must've
gotten some baby powder on my hands." Yolanda chuckled. She
noticed an odd look in her friend's eye. If she didn't know any
better, she could've sworn that it was the glint of envy.
The young woman mentally reigned herself in as best as she
could, trying to control herself. Just the most subtle hint of
baby powder had her all amped up and excited for seemingly no
reason at all. She couldn't even believe that she asked her
friend if she had been changing diapers, but at least it seemed
like a reasonable thing to say. It was one thing to have
thoughts randomly dancing around in her head, Stacy knew, but to
have them being blurted out loud was another thing entirely.
"Let's see this little girl. How old did you say she was?" Stacy
tried to keep things going forward.
"Yeah, she's barely two months old." Yolanda replied as she let
Stacy walk into the modest home.
The front door led directly into the living room which had a few
modern pieces of furniture. Nothing fancy, a few end tables,
couch and a TV. Very minimalist white furniture which contrasted
with the sparsely laid out baby toys that were all the colors of
the rainbow. Stacy gazed longly at them. "How I'd love to- No,
stop it!"
"Huh, what would you love?" Yolanda asked, from behind her dark
haired friend, raising an eyebrow.
"A milkshake, but I really am packing on the pounds. I don't
want to get a muffin top." Stacy giggled a bit too long at her
own joke, but Yolanda didn't mind.
"I guess I could check and see if Natalie has any ice cream.
Just watch Becky, sound good?
"Sure!" The dark haired girl stated with a bit too much
enthusiasm.
Yolanda simply smiled and left the living room. She had noticed
a change in her friend's behavior ever since their oldest
friend, Jennifer, had a baby a year ago. At first it seemed like
a new personality quirk, but as the months passed, Yolanda was
positive that Stacy had caught the "Baby fever" that had been
spreading through their circle of friends. It seemed like
everyone of the former Sorority Sisters was either pregnant or
had a kid during the last year. Yolanda couldn't help, but
realize that Stacy and herself were pretty much the last women
in their clique to not get knocked up yet.
Meanwhile, while Yolanda looked through the freezer, Stacy found
herself alone in the living room. She purposely avoided looking
at the toys on the floor, not wanting to trigger her urges to
play with them. Instead, she opted to find the remote so she
could turn on the thirty inch flat screen and see what was on
the TV.
After a minute of fruitlessly searching the tops of the tables
and couch, Stacy decided to get on her hands and knees to look
under the couch for the remote. As she descended lower, getting
down to all fours, she found the intoxicating scent of baby
powder growing ever stronger to closer she got to the carpet.
'She must've changed Becky down here!'
Her mind raced as multiple conflicting thoughts raced through
her mind, pulsating for Stacy's attention. 'I am crawling,
babies crawl. So, I must finally be a baby!' Stacy shook her
dark colored pigtails. She tried to shake the idea away and
realized that, subconsciously, she had chosen the most juvenile
hair style to wear. Needless to say, now was not the time for
her to think about such things. 'I need to get the baby powder!
I don't want a rash on my butt!'
She stood there, on all fours, trying earnestly to fight off the
commands that ricocheted around her mind.' 'I don't need baby
powder.' She finally told herself. 'Why would I need baby powder
if I don't have any diapees to wear?!'
Stacy sporadically gazed around, scanning the room for a diaper
bag. She noticed none seemed to be laying around, but that
didn't stop her quest. She started crawling around, in full on
bloodhound mode, trying to sniff out the bag of Pampers, Huggies
or Luvs. It mattered not what brand she ended up finding. After
all, she was just a baby, brand loyalty, or diaper drama
regarding which brand was superior, was something that only
mommies had to worry about!
Beyond the newborn's bassinet came a rather ravishing scent
which had laid dormant deep within her soul: the scent of
Pampers! She literally followed her nose, drooling lightly as
she neared ever closer to a set of cabinets that were set up
underneath the large flat screen TV. Stacy flung the cabinet
doors open and teared into the treasured bag of Pampers like a
woman possessed. Bits and pieces of the pampers bag littered the
inside of the cabinet where other bags of diapers sat. Still,
Stacy didn't care, she now had that utmost desired item in her
hands and surely her thoughts would calm down. At least, that's
what she hoped as she held the tiny, white disposable in her
clutches.
"Stacy?" Yolanda called out from the kitchen which startled
Stacy something fierce, causing the twenty five year old woman
to jerked her head up like a child caught in the cookie jar. She
slammed her head on top of the roof of the small bank of
cabinets and almost blacked out.
"What?!" Stacy hollered out likely a spoiled brat.
"You want chocolate or coffee?!"
"Ummm, coffee!" Stacy giggled maniacally, wanting to get hyper
in her diaper.
The dazed woman sat there on her knees as she stared at the
object of her fascination. A blender came to life from the
kitchen, but it was not loud enough to drown out thd thoughts
which seemingly started to bombard her enmass, thanks to the
blow to the top of her head. She was battling thoughts that she
rarely had. Between the voices compelling her to "suck her toes"
or the ones yelling at her to "**** herself" ,she felt like she
was on the verge of losing it completely. So, with what little
remained of her sanity, she stared down at the diaper in her
hand as if it would help ward off her wicked compulsions.
"I hope you like Mocha because that's my specialty!" Yolanda
happily announced as she entered the living room holding two
glasses of mocha flavored milkshakes.
Stacy quickly stuck the diaper into the waistband of her relaxed
fit jeans, hoping that the back of her shirt would hide the part
of the pamper which poked above the jeans. However, that was the
least of Yolanda's concerns, she noticed the pieces of plastic,
which Stacy had torn in haste and mania were all around the
woman.
"Why is there a bunch of spreads of plastic on the ground,
Stacy?" Yolanda asked, genuinely curious as to why her friend
had seemingly made confetti out of the Pampers bag.
"Umm..." Stacy giggled, drool slightly spilling from her mouth
being agape. "I dunno, but I need to use the potty!"
Before Yolanda could question her friend's odd choice of words,
the chubby gal had gotten up and toddled away. What made the
whole thing ever more bizarre to Yolanda was the fact that it
seemed there was a strange, folded rectangular bit of colorful
cloth sticking out from the top of Stacy's jeans. If the young
woman didn't know any better, she could've sworn that her friend
had stolen one of Becky's diapers.
Stacy somehow managed to find the bathroom in her delirious
state, stumbling past the door and hurriedly slamming it shut. A
mirror showed her a reflection she knew well, but hated for the
last few weeks. She was so developed and fit. The complete
opposite of what she desired. Babies had baby fat and didn't
have boobs!
A flurry of clothing: her t-shirt and bra, quickly fell to the
floor. The young lady struggled with her pants, but ultimately
yanked them off, leaving her fingers sore and throbbing. Once
fully ****, she found a new annoyance: the baby sized diaper.
The damn thing barely fit her, tapping shut miraculously at last
after five tries. However, it looked like a infantile thong!
Stacy couldn't help but stare at her reflection and get even
more angry with how she looked. The disposable looked absolutely
ridiculous! She wished that she had a cloth diaper or something
that would be a lot more bigger on her petite body. Secondly,
her hair didn't look juvenile enough for her. She wanted to wear
it in pogtails to satisfy her demented mind.
'How can I look more like a baby?!'
A glimmer of metallic scissors caught her eye as the trimming
tool laid on the counter top by the sink. Stacy grabbed it and
gave not even another thought to what she was going to do to her
long, beautiful black locks. She indiscriminately started
cutting off huge sections of her hair on the back of her head.
After about four or five cuts, her fingers started to seize up
due to the pain of tugging off her jeans.
With no other options, the mentally unstable woman dropped the
scissors to the floor and decided that she had to work woth what
she had. She grabbed some ribbons and pulled the hair into
place, tying the ribbons into bows so that, in her mind's eye,
she looked like a baby. Like the six month old she wanted to be!
A few minutes later, her reflection wasn't quite as pretty as it
was when she had first caught a glance of herself in the mirror.
The deranged woman was basically at her wits end. Sure, the
pigtails were cute, but other than her new hair do, and wearing
a tiny disposable diaper meant for a newborn, she didn't feel or
look, very babyish. Still, it was almost enough for Stacy who
grinned a victorious smile only to notice her lovely smile.
Instantly her world came crashing down around her. 'Babies do
NOT have teeth!'
She fell to her knees, screaming at the ceiling, to whatever
deity would answer her psychotic prayers. Somewhere, beyond
space a time, an entity took pity on the young woman. For she
was the deity of motherhood, but she was currently too busy to
adopt this poor child. However, the Goddess knew of the perfect
solution for both the poor girl and her friend, Yolanda.
With a snap of her fingers, the being had altered the very
fabric of reality for Stacy Yamato and all who once saw her as
an adult.
Stacy felt her world spin as her body was levitated above the
tiled bathroom floor. The dazed and confused girl watched as her
entire body was being transformed. The young woman felt her mind
grow hazy. This was followed by her teeth literally falling out
of her mouth and into the sink. Her eyes couldn't believe what
they saw, every single one of her teeth fell out. A pacifier
popped into her mouth magically, causing her cheeks to puff out
as she sucked on the soother.
She felt an inner sensation of bliss overcome her as she worked
the rubber bulb over her gums and swollen tongue. The more she
sucked, the more the saliva was churned and the drool dripped
down her chin. Stacy continued to breath through her nose as she
chomped on her pacifier, mashing the false teat against her
toothless gums.
Unbeknownst to the woman, her clit grew almost as wet as her
chin. However, all Stacy knew was that her binky made her feel
good and she kept on suckling it, licking the bulbous teat with
her oversized tongue. After a few minutes of constant slurping,
her **** exploded cum all over the interior of her rapidly
expanding diaper.
While all of this was surely shocking to her, orgasming in a
diaper, it was nothing compared to her legs becoming limp and
weak while her diaper started to expand to ten times its normal
size by absorbing her sexually released juices. This extreme
bulk, coupled with her severely atrophied legs, pushed her
thighs to the sides, giving her a cowboy's stance. She marveled
at her new diaper. It's cloth cover was truly something to
behold. It reminded her of watching her cousins back in Japan
during the late nineties, when her aunts used the traditional
omutsu fabric, made entirely out of cloth before most mothers
made the switch to disposable diapers.
As quickly as the transformation had consumed Stacy, it ended.
The stunned woman found herself sitting on the floor in nothing
but her Japanese style diaper. Needless to say, she didn't know
what to do, but her first reaction was one of pure joy. She
started babbling babying gibbering excitedly. Slapping her drool
covered hands together as her mentally unstable mind was finally
able to be a baby.
Here, Stacy Yamato sat, diapered, drooling and a darned cute
twenty six month old baby woman. Somehow, some way, the young
crazy gal had achieved her warped dream.
The End
#Post#: 72--------------------------------------------------
Re: Faal story
DIR By: Cya
Date: November 19, 2018, 9:43 am
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It was a somewhat spontaneous get together, but Cindy was glad
she was invited. As the years passed, it seemed like all of her
friends had slowly drifted a part. Nonetheless, at least she was
able to hang out with two of her closest friends again, Cindy
was grateful for that much.
As all the women sat together on the couch, cooing and talking
about the little bundle of joy which Jodie held in her arms,
Cindy couldn’t help but feel envious. The older she got, the
more alone and less appreciated she felt. She'd never tell
anyone this,but during the last few months, she'd felt isolated
as most of her friends from college moved away from the small
town or got married and started doing the newlywed thing. She
was approaching her late twenties and the mental strain was
building up as the time left on her biological clock ticked
downwards.
So, when Jodie had called her up, inviting her to visit her and
her newborn baby, Jade, she immediately agreed to come by. It
was obviously a no brainer. She was feeling alone and unloved.
With that in mind, she had agreed since some good old fashioned
girl talk would brighten her mood.
After the conversational period for reminiscing faded away,
Condy found herself feeling bored and ignored. She glanced
around the living room, seeing a few modern pieces of furniture
a long with a flat screen. Nothing fancy, very minimalist white
furniture which contrasted with the sparsely laid out baby toys
that were all the colors of the rainbow.
"Yeah, she's barely two months old." Jodie replied as she let
Candice hold baby Jade.
"I can't believe how well mannered and mellow Jade is for a two
month old. Most newborns cry their heads off, but not Becky!"
Candice ended her statement in a coo and rubbed her nose against
the tiny baby's nose.
Cindy gazed longly at them, wishing that she could experience
that level of love with someone. Wishing that she could just go
back to a simpler time in her life. Not plagued by bills and the
constant rat race.
"Jade sure is lucky! Cindy spoke wiihout realizing it.
"Hmm?" Candice looked at her old friend.
Jodie however smiled, thinking that Cindy was praising her
mothering skills. "Yes, she's a lucky little girl."
"She's got no worries and can sleep all day." Cindy stated,
blissfully. "That's the life."
Candice chuckled. "Well, that sounds good and all, but I think
little Miss Jade has a full load in her diaper."
The redhead handed the tiny tot back over to her mother and she
pulled back the waistband of her daughter's disposable, peeking
in. Ultimately, there was no reason to take a look, the smell
gave it away. Still, Jodie laughed as she laid out her tiny baby
on the coffee table, it serving as a makeshift changing table.
"So, you would trade the freedom of adulthood for the wadrobe of
a baby?" Jodie held up one of the tiny newborn diapers that she
pulled from a package next to the couch.
"Plus, you'd have to be on the schedule of a baby, right?
Candice added.
Cindy knew that they were being catty with her, snipping away at
her, trying to embarass her. Still, she ignored them and looked
at the baby in front of her. The kid had it easy and she wanted
that. A baby's life was easier and more fun. 'Fun? I guess it
could be fun if I had playmates.'
As Jodie shook the cannister of talcum powder, releasing the
aroma of infancy into the air, Cindy felt a deep yearning
overwhelm her. She remembered that smell, she used to love that
smell. It meant that mommy was there to take care of everything
and ensure that nothing would hurt her. The most basic of her
needs taken care of without worry.
Cindy continued to watch while Jodie gently lowered baby Jade's
legs and pulled up the front of the disposal, quickly taping her
into it, snug and secure. Before the chubby woman could blink,
Jodie started blowing kisses onto ger tiny daughter's tummy,
causing the girl to giggle and gurgle. Cindy could only stare in
awe, wanting that kind of love, needing that type of attention
in her life. This realization caused a change in Cindy's
behavior. It was as if she'd snapped, but not in a dangerous
way, mre like she wanted to be another one of the babies. She
had left out for many years, but now knew why: She was a baby!
Meanwhile, while Cindy started to feel excited, mentally, Jodie
and Candice noticed a far off look in Cindy's eyes as Jodie held
Jade close. The two woman could see a slight trail of drool
begin to trickle down the woman's mouth. Both said nothing, but
wondered what was going on inside the woman's mind. Before they
could utter a word, Cindy leapt up from the couch and found
herself sprawled out on the living roo floor, diving for the
discarded rattle. As soon as she grabbed it, she immediately
started sucking on it while looking around at all the toys on
the floor. 'That brat gets all these awesome toys and what do I
get?!' The poor girl felt like she was about to throw a tantrum
due to her urges to have her very own toys. However, right when
she was on the verge of meltdown, Jodie was calling her name.
"Cindy?!" Jodie asked in a horrified voice. "What are you doing
to my baby's rattle?!"
Cindy cocked her head, looking up while gnawing on the rattle
which was still lodged in her mouth. Needless to say, she had
been caught in the act, but didn't give a damn anymore about
what these bitches thought.
"SEE?!" Cindy yelled loudly.
"I'M A BABY!!" Cindy rolled around and started mocking baby talk
"GOO GOO GAA GAAA!"
"Is this a joke?" Candice asked while Jodie held her baby closer
than ever to her bosom.
"I DRINK TITTY MILK!" Cindy giggled maniacally.
"You're a grown woman!" Jodie stated firmly. "Stop this
immediately, you're scaring the baby!"
"I'M NOT GROWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Cindy declared, before
adding, "I'M DA BABY!"
This type of behavior was absolutely unacceptable to Jodie and
Candice. What rolled around in front of them, a twenty six year
old woman, babbling nonsensical gibberish and screaming about
how she was a baby, scared them. Jodie especially thought that
her old high school friend had finally gone off the deep end.
Cindy stared tugging at her blouse and pulled it over her head,
revealing her small bra which held her below average boobs. She
had never had much to boast about, but now that she was a baby,
she didn't care how big her **** were as long as her mommy had
huge boobs filled with milk. While the two stunned women sat
there, Cindy pulled off her bra and went for her skirt. In short
order, she was a naked as the day she was born, rolling around
on the plush carpet, surrounded by baby toys. She grasped at her
foot, trying to suck her toes, but her muffin top limited her
dexterity.
Cindy maniacally gazed around looking for something to suck on
and instantly spotted Candice and her fat rack which was just
waiting for her mouth. The crazed **** woman got up on to her
hands and knees and crawled over to Candice, gazing up at her
and her big breasts. In the back of her mind a voice called out
"mommy" and, for a brief second, the image of her best friend,
as her mother, clicked. She felt herself mentally descending
lower, getting down to a more bratty outlook as she felt an
intoxicating sensation envelope her body. She could feel more
childish, the energy of youth fueled her emotions and lit a fire
within her mind.
"Sucky Titty!!" Cindy whined, reaching out with her hands.
Candice instantly recoiled as Cindy tried to grab her breasts.
Undeterred, the **** woman got on top of her friend and started
ripping open her blouse in search of her milk bags. "Gets off of
me!" Candice shrieked.
Cindy's mind raced as she overpowered the young woman, latching
onto her breast and sucking like a vacuum cleaning. Sadly, no
matter how hard she sucked, she was rewarded with no milk. Cindy
pushed away from her former best friend and fell on to her back,
flailing her arms and legs, throwing a massive tantrum which
caused baby Jade to start screaming her little head off.
'I need to get diapers! Babies wear diapers!' Cindy knew this to
be the only way to truly be a baby. She shook her dark colored
her in the affirmative, screeching at the roof like an idiot as
she laid on her back.
Candice, now free from her deranged friend's weight pinning her
body in place, pulled out her cell phone. She didn't know if her
friend needed a straight jacket or a jail cell, but she was
going to call nine one one.
Suddenly, amongst all the chaos of the yelling adults and crying
babies, something truly otherworldly occurred. Time stood still
for the briefest of moments and, unbeknownst to any of the
inhabitants of the room, Cindy achieved her inner most desire,
she became the very center of attention that she craved by
taking baby Jade's place in this new fragmented reality. She was
still in her adult body, but all Jodie and Candice could see was
a naked two month old baby rolling around weakly, mewing in
rage.
Jodie looked down at Cindy, wondering how the barely eight weeks
old infant had left her grasp. "How in the world did you get
away from mommy?"
Candice looked around, still holding her phone, feeling confused
for a second until she remembered that she was going to take the
baby's picture. But hearing Jodie's statement brought up a false
memory which had come with this new timeline.
"Don't you remember?"
"Remember what?" Jodie asked as she leaned down to pick up the
crying baby woman.
"You sat her on the ground so I could take a few pictures for
you." Candice answered.
"Why didn't I just use my phone?" Jodie asked, genuinely trying
to recall what led up to this moment.
"Because your phone is dead and it's charging." Candice
explained.
"Huh, makes sense, I guess. But why is little Jade here naked?"
"Cause you said she had a bad case of diaper rash." Candice
chuckled. "You sure you're feeling alright?"
"Yeah, I guess I just drew a blank for some strange reason."
Jodie stated, picking up the heavy baby woman liked she weighed
next to nothing. Jodie kissed her extra large sized baby on the
top of her head. The wet kiss penetrated past the wispy strands
of hair that sparsely covered the woman's scalp, leaving a nice
pair of lips just above Cindy's forehead.
While the adults chatted, Cindy barely even noticed being
picked up. However, the wet kiss planted on her barren skull
seemingly caught her attention. She tried to lift her arms up so
she could feel her hair, but her limbs felt so heavy and
uncoordinated. Her spastic movements made finding her head with
her hands quite difficult, but she finally ran a hand through
her non existent hair. All that remained were a few spots of
spindly strands, made up of three or four hairs which covered
her scalp. The follicles were so young and barely formed,
causing the few hairs that covered her head to be quite thin.
Still, such a shocking revelation only managed to hold her
attention for about a minute. Her mind was a myriad of
disjointed impulses competiting to be realized through her
body's movements. The mental maelstrom was not just a symptom of
her infantile insanity that had compelled her to lose it, but
also a byproduct of her newborn mind.
As her hands twitched and spasmed, exploring her body, she noted
that she still had the height of her former twenty seven year
old body. However, her breasts had shrunk in, barely forming a B
cup. What really caught her off guard was how strange her face
felt against her chubby fingers. Her warm face had become puffy,
cheeks swollen from the painful aching gums that now called her
mouth home. Cindy swirled her finger around her empty, tooth
devoid mouth, generating more drool which coated her fingers.
Gone was her pristine, Colgate smile, replaced by swollen gums
which were quite irritated.
"No, baby. Get those icky fingers out of your mouth! Mommy has
your paci right here!" Jodie cooed, pulling Cindy's dirty
fingers free from her drooling maw with her left hand while
simultaneously pushing the bulb of the pink soother past the
woman's lips. Cindy greedily accepted it, sucking it deeply,
drawing it back and forth a across her enlarged tongue.
She found herself quivering at the sensation of the slick,
rubbery teat sliding around her mouth. The newborn woman's
impulses told her to nibble on the bulb between her gums.
Instantly, the pulsating ache dulled, relieved for just a
moment, but just as soon as she quit biting down on the nipple,
the pain would return. Automatically, her mouth went on
autopilot causing Cindy to pump her new pacifier for all she
was worth, constantly suckling on it to relieve the ache of her
terrible twenties teething.
"That's so much better, huh?" Jodie cooed as she had her friend
Cindy seated on her lap, looking the overgrown adult newborn in
the face. Thanks to this new reality, she couldn't see an adult
staring back at her, only the face of her beloved baby girl,
Jade.
Cindy's mind was consumed by her pacifiers, she finally had the
relief she sought, both mentally and physically. She was in a
state of bliss, but one thing did bother her in the back of her
mind. An unknown pressure begged for release, but what it was
remained a mystery to the twenty six year old newborn straddling
her best friend'slap.
"Baby!" Jodie called out in shock as a warmth enveloped her lap,
pooling on her hips and crotch. She instantly lifted the
suckling adult newborn up just in time to get the rest of her
dress sprayed by the **** which sprayed out of Cindy's bald
vaginal lips.
"My dress!" Jodie cried out as her bubbly fountain of a baby
woman giggled behind her binky.
"You shouldn't have taken her out of her diaper." Candice
stated, trying not to laugh.
"Watch Jade, I have to get changed out of this dress." Jodie
sighed, handing the leaking Cindy to her friend.
Candice waited until she was sure that Jodie was out of range
before telling the newborn "nice job".
Cindy could only giggle maniacally, intoxicated in the fact that
she was entertaining her friends. Somewhere, deep down inside
her mind, she finally felt like she belonged as Candice laid
Cindy out on the coffee table. Immediately, the small table grew
to accommodate the large woman's weight and size, leaving
Candice none the wiser while the woman dug around, looking for
changing supplies.
"Where did auntie Candice go?" The young woman asked her baby
brained charge, her face obscured behind a huge, folded
disposable diaper.
Cindy stared at the white plastic rectangular, thoroughly
baffled and at a loss for where her babysitter/auntie had
disappeared to.
"Peek a Boo!" An overly enthusiastic Candice called out as she
lowered the gargantuan diaper below her chin.
Cindy gigled happily, eyes full of surprise and awe. She
then felt Candice's warm hands grab her ankles, bringing them up
towards the ceiling. The adult newborn simply laid there,
gurgling and drooling from behind her pacifier, not even
displaying a single ounce of shame at having her plump, womanly
bottom wiped by her best friend. In fact, when the ice cold baby
wipe found its way through Cindy's most intimate of folds, the
adult newborn had to shudder and moan slightly.
Needless to say, Candice thought nothing of the moaning noises
her friend made from behind her soother because it all sounded
like babyish gibberish to her. She continued on wiping, but
ultimately denied Cindy's clit any release, instead, balling up
the wet wipe, discarding after Candice was certain that Cindy's
ass and crotch had been thoroughly cleansed.
"Upsy daisy." Candice cooed, lifting Cindy by the ankles
and slid the giant disposable diaper under her sexually
frustrated, wriggling bum. The newborn woman's gooed and gaad
with urgency as her pale butt cheeks were dusted with
baby powder. A potent, yet familiar scent caused Cindy's mind to
cloud over as her raw sex drive associated the smell of talcum
powder with the tingly feelings that her stimulated clit gave
her.
Cindy's animalistic urges caused her to thrust her crotch
against Candice's hand as her new diaper was pulled up
between her legs and sealed
closed. The young woman merely chuckled as the adult newborn
bucked her diaoered, pulsating **** into the palm of her hand. A
quick pat across Cindy's crotch was all it took to send her into
an orgasmic stupor as the fireworks went off between her ears.
She came with such a force that she nearly blacked, her
exhausted body laid splayed on the coffee table.
"Poor baby is sleepy, huh?" Candice cooed, picked up the spent
two month old baby woman. Cindy slumped against her friend's
shoulder, drooling and suckling sweetly on her paci as she was
carried to the bassinet. As she was tucked in, Cindy felt truly
at peace with herself, completely content to let Candice do
whatever she wanted with her, after all, she was a baby now.
The End
Mental decay degradation
" some baby cartoon in the background.
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