Denise had her aunt crawl back to the sandbox. For the next hour, while John and the nurse watched, Denise played with her babified aunt.
She took her aunt over to the baby-sized sliding board.
Helping her climb the little ladder, Denise sat her down at the top.
Then she slid down into Denise’s waiting arms.
It was so cute, thought the nurse, seeing Denise who came no higher than Janice’s chest, babying the full-grown woman.
Denise continued playing with her aunt.
After the sliding board, she took Janice over to the baby swings.
Sitting her in the box-like seat, Denise pulled the bar down across Janice’s lap, securing her in.
When she got tired of this, Denise took Janice back to the sandbox.
Removing her Mary-Janes and socks, she sat Janice in the sand.
Janice followed her niece like a little one.
Denise held her aunt’s wrist.
She did not want to be spanked again, especially by someone more than half her age.
It was so embarrassing.
Denise laid Janice down in the grass.
Before Janice knew it, Denise had removed her baby dress, so all that she was wearing was her plastic pants that covered her bulky diapers and a tee shirt.
She grabbed for the baby dress to cover herself up.
Even though she was treated like a baby, she was very embarrassed about being seen dressed only in diapers.
Denise slapped Janice’s hand away.
“No touch, Baby Jannie”, she scolded,
“It is warm out that’s why Auntie Dee-Dee took baby’s dress off”.
Janice hated being dressed only in the diapers and tee shirt, even though there were other baby women wearing only diapers.
The muscle relaxants were still being given to her so Janice crawled, trying desperately to hide behind her niece.
As she hid behind Denise, Janice felt herself wetting her diaper.
She had no control of her bladder any longer and would wet herself.
Denise looked down at her infantile aunt and cooed,
“Did baby go pee-pee in her didees?”
Janice could not believe what was happening to her, Michele laid her on her back.
Taking a diaper pad from her diaper bag put it under her.
John and the nurse watched as Denise continued her treatment on her aunt.
Slowly, Denise pulled the damp plastic pants down Janice’s legs and laid them on the grass.
After removing the diaper pin on one side of the diaper, she started unpinning the other one.
Janice grabbed the front of the cloth, holding it tight in her hands.
Slapping Janice’s hands away, Denise said,
“Babykins, let auntie change your wet didees”.
Janice’s hands did not move.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she shook her head.
Denise pulled and finally got the cloth away from her naughty aunt.
In seconds, Janice laid out in the open.
It was so embarrassing.
Denise giggled as she pointed at Janice trying in vain to cover herself up.
“Isn’t that cute”. She cooed.
“She’s trying to cover herself like she was a big girl and not a baby”.
Crying, Janice said,
“I am a big girl, I mean an adult!”
This display of adulthood angered the nurse.
She quickly knelt next to Janice, rolled her onto her stomach, and just using her bare hand, spanked Janice.
In seconds and she found herself kicking her legs, begging like a child that she would be good.
After the spanking, the nurse told Denise to resume with the diapering.
This time, Denise put on her aunt four thick cloth diapers.
Out of the building came a nurse ringing a handheld bell.
Its lunchtime.
Denise, with John, prodded Janice into the building and to the dining room.
Janice crawled down the carpeted hallway.
A few times, leaning up against the wall, she tried to stand.
But like most babies just learning to walk Janice only managed to walk a few steps before stumbling backward, falling on her diapered bottom.
She was tired of crawling around like a baby and wanted to walk again.
Thanks to the relaxant, this was an impossibility, she would be crawling like a baby as long as John wanted her to.
John watched his infantile wife crawl down the hall.
Thinking that just a week ago, she was a domineering woman, now she was a helpless baby.
He liked it.
Now she would be treated like a baby like she treated him.
Revenge was so sweet.
In the dining room, every other chair was a high chair.
Denise sat Janice in a high chair, securing the feeding tray in place.
After tying a plastic bib on her babified aunt, Denise took the chair next to her.
Janice in her high chair sat between John and Denise.
John allowed Denise to take care of Janice.
When dinner came, a large baby tri-bowl was placed on her feeding tray.
Janice looked down at the mush.
There was creamed chicken, strained peas, applesauce, and strained prunes.
This was the first meal Janice had in a week.
She was fed only baby bottles of warm formula.
Janice thought she would not have a drink, but the thought was quickly wiped away when a nurse placed a large nipple baby bottle of Simulac on the tray.
Picking up the tiny baby spoon, Janice dipped it into the chicken mush.
“No”. said Denise harshly, slapping Janice’s hand.
“Auntie Dee-Dee feeds baby. Baby is much to young to be able to feed herself”.
Janice sat in the high chair as Denise spoon-fed her, tears began to roll down her cheeks again, and she was feeling so babyish, being fed.
Not only was she being fed, but spoon-fed. Every once in a while, Denise would stick the nipple of the baby bottle into Janice’s mouth and tell her to drink.
The formula still tasted like sour milk, but Janice was getting use to it.
After all, that’s all she had for the past week.
Once the bowl was empty, Denise had a hard time feeding the strain prunes to Janice, Denise removed the feeding tray.
Taking her aunt from the high chair, she sat Janice on her lap.
Janice felt so foolish sitting there, Janice was at least a head taller than Denise.
Bending her back, Denise took the baby bottle and started bottle-feeding her the rest of the bottle.
Sucking on the nipple, Janice managed to finish off the awful baby formula.
As she drank it, so of the formula would dribble out the corner of her mouth, which Denise wiped away with a cloth.
Finishing the bottle, Denise took a cloth, laid it over her shoulder.
Then she laid Janice’s head over her clothed shoulder holding the back of her head.
Denise began patting her back hard.
Janice started crying again, her niece was burping her.
John watched as Denise burped Janice.
He was happy about the results of the treatment, it was worth the money spent.
Never again would he be the object of his wife’s abusive nature, never again would he be treated like a baby.
He could not wait to get Janice home.
Their bedroom was now his bedroom.
He had made the smallest bedroom in their house her room, a nursery.
There was now a hospital baby crib in there.
The crib could fit a grown woman easily.
There was a locking lid to it too.
He had bought a triple dresser as a changing table for her.
John had attached a plastic pad across the top.
In the center he attached a Velcro strap so when he or a babysitter was changing her, she could be strapped down and could not fall off.
Above the changing table was a shelf filled with baby powder, baby lotion, diaperine, Vaseline, even a rectal monitor.
Everything a baby’s body would need for a diaper change.
The drawers were filled with cloth diapers, plastic pants, tee shirts, baby-style tops, and disposable diapers.
A pink diaper pail stood next to the dresser, it had written on it, “Jannie’s Diaper Pail”