Sitting her aunt on the carpet, Denise cooed,
“Time for Baby Jannie nappy-poo”.
Janice shook her head.
Not wanting to be punished, she regressed to baby-talk,
“Noooooo”. She cried.
“Jannie no wanta take nap. Jannie wanta pway”.
“No”, replied Denise.
“Baby Jannie gonna take nap”.
Denise, John, and the nurse followed as Janice crawled down the hallway to the elevators.
Taking the elevator to her floor, she went down the hall to her nursery room.
Lifting her aunt onto the changing table, Denise pulled out a pair of doctor Denton pajamas, complete with feet.
Lifting her legs up, she put the pajamas under her.
Then, Denise took one leg at a time, inserting them into the legs of the pajamas, finally pulling them up over the diapers and putting her arms into the sleeves.
Helping her off the table, John led her to her crib.
Laying her in the crib, John covered her, pulled the side rail up, and closed the locking lid.
Janice was secured in a baby crib.
Reaching through the rails, Denise inserted a pacifier into Janice’s mouth and handed her a teddy bear.
Cooing to Janice, Denise said,
“Take you nappy-poo, Baby Jannie and Auntie Dee-Dee will see baby later”.
Denise, John, and the nurse left the room, closing the door.
Janice laid there, sucking on her pacifier, thinking of how much of a baby she had become.
She did not want to be a baby, she wanted to be treated like an adult, to dress like an adult, to eat like an adult, to use the bathroom like an adult, she wanted to be an adult again.
Janice fell asleep with these thoughts, wishing she never treated John like a baby, punishing him like a baby.
What they say about, “What goes around comes around”, Is so true.
Janice woke because someone was shaking her.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she saw that the nurse was standing over her, shaking her awake.
The lid was opened and the side rail was down.
She was holding a baby bottle full of a dark liquid. It was not the usual baby formula that they normally fed her.
The nurse inserted the nipple into Janice’s mouth, letting the liquid flow into her mouth.
Janice wanted to gag, it was warm prune juice!
She found that she could not push the bottle away, the nurse held it tight.
Shaking her head back and forth did not shake the nipple loose either.
She was forced to lie there and swallow the awful drink.
Janice could see them slowly getting smaller in the bottle and to her relief, the bottle was finally emptied.
Her happiness was short-lived, for the nurse produced another bottle, forcing her to drink too.
Again, she watched as the prune juice slowly disappeared from the bottle and finally emptied.
Once again the nurse shoved another bottle into her mouth.
Janice did not think she could drink all of it, but soon the third and last bottle was emptied.
Gazing at her stomach, Janice could swear it was sticking out, bloated!
The nurse pulled the zipper of her Doctor Dentons down and pulled off the cotton pajamas.
Janice was wearing only her diapers and plastic pants.
Lifting her out of her crib, the nurse had Janice crawl over to the changing table.
The changing table was an exact copy of a babys changing table except it was made for an adult.
Picking Janice up under her arms, the nurse laid her on the table.
Turning her over onto her stomach, she pulled the plastic pants off, depositing them into the diaper pail.
Removing the diaper pin, the nurse pulled the diaper flaps back.
Taking Velcro straps taping them across her waist, she secured Janice down.
The nurse knew that Janice would object severely at this next step in her treatment.
Looking over her shoulder, Janice watched want the nurse was doing.
She had attached an IV pole to the table. Janice wondered what was going on.
Next, she hung a clear plastic bag with a tube running out the bottom.
The bag was full and bloated.
Following the tubing, it ran down and then up to the nurse’s hand.
The end of the tube had a nozzle to it, which the nurse was applying Vaseline to.
She was going to Janice an enema!
Trying to get away was fruitless.
Janice was pinned down.
Crying, Janice wailed,
“Noooo! I don’t want an enema”.
They said nothing as she inserted the greased nozzle.
Janice could feel the warm solution starting to flow in her.
It kept coming.
There seemed no stopping the flow.
It was so uncomfortable.
The enema solution fixing with the 3 bottles of prune juice in her stomach.
The nurse stood next to Janice, patting her bottom and ignoring her crying.
Janice continued crying and begging to have the enema stopped.
“Please stop it. I don’t need an enema”.
“Babies don’t know what they need. Nursie knows what Baby Jannie needs”. Cooed the nurse.
Finally, the enema was over.
The nurse removed the nozzle and using diaperine, rubbed in the ointment.
She had applied a very heavy coating of the ointment.
When the nurse sprinkled the fine baby powder on Janice, Janice sneezed.
The nurse smiled at that. Janice was pinned into 4 very thick cloth diapers and a pair of pink plastic pants pulled up and over her diapers.
Janice was placed into a baby harness, keeping her held down to the mattress.
After giving the baby-woman a pacifier, the nurse pulled the side rail up, securing it.
Janice laid in her crib, sucking the pacifier trying in vain to hold the enema.
She could feel the prune juice and the enema bubbling in her stomach.
She knew that the enema would be erupting into her diapers very soon.
She did not have to wait long.
No matter how hard Janice tried, she could not stop the enviable.
Squeezing her cheek muscles did not help and shortly, the results of the prune juice and enema erupted into her diapers.
Janice started to bawl, for it kept coming and coming.
She thought that it would never stop.
Finally, it stopped. Janice laid in her crib, crying her eyes out, banging her fists on the mattress.
She felt so babyish.
And she hated that feeling.
As she cried, her nurse came over to the crib and looked down at the crying baby-woman.
“Ah”, she cooed, “did Baby Jannie go poo-poo in her didees?” looking up at this person, the tears fell down her cheeks and onto the mattress.
Janice could not believe she did this to John all this time.
Smiling, the tall nurse cooed,
“Now Baby Jannie, nursie not gonna change baby for a while. Maybe when nurse changes baby, baby will have a nasty didee rash”. Smiling, the nurse continued,
“Now wont you feel like a helpless baby?”
This caused Janice to cry loudly.
She did not want to have a diaper rash.
She did not want to be helpless, but she wanted to be changed, now.
The nurse left, only to have the door open a few minutes later.
It was her niece, Denise.
Quietly, she walked over to the baby crib where her aunt lay.
Holding her nose, Denise cooed,
“Augh, Baby Jannie poo-stinky!”
Tears running down her cheeks, Janice cried,
“Please, Denise, can you change me? I don’t care anymore if you treat me like a baby, I just want out of these horrible diapers”.
Smiling, Denise cooed,
“OK Baby Jannie, Auntie Dee-Dee will change baby”.
In minutes, Denise had removed the damp plastic pants and the smelly diapers.
She had her clean up of the messy and using Baby Wipes, had Janice smelling fresh and clean again.
Taking diaperine, Denise cooed,
“Auntie Dee-Dee no wants baby to get a didee rash, so Auntie Dee-Dee going to put this nice cream on baby. Won’t that feel good?”
Janice laid on her stomach as Denise rubbed in the white ointment.
Janice had to admit that it felt wonderful.
Denise was rubbed with baby lotion all over her body.
Denise gently rubbed the lotion over Janice’s chest, arms, legs, and her back.
Soon, Janice soon was smelling of sweet baby powder.
Janice had to admit, Denise was taking good care of her.
Very gently and carefully, Denise pined 6three thick cloth diapers on her aunt, followed by a pair of pink plastic pants.
Taking a romper suit, she put that on Janice.
A pair of white anklets completed her ensemble.
Taking her aunt out of the crib, Denise had her crawl out of the room to the elevators.
Going down in the elevator to the first floor, Denise led Janice to the playroom and placed her in a vacant playpen.
Surrounding Janice was a load of stuffed baby toy animals and toys.
Giving Janice a pacifier, Denise went over and sat down while watching her aunt.
Denise made sure that her aunt was taken care of and happy.
