The effects on the morale of the babies so treated was devastating. At first they would be enraged, then as time passed and they discovered how helpless they had become, Krystyn’s babies would sink into a deep depression. It was not uncommon for them to sit in their playpens and cribs, weeping silently for hours on end. At some point, their hunger and soiled diapers became too much for them and they would begin to cry out loud in the high pitched tones of an infant. The workers would immediately take notice of the ignored infant and tend to his needs. By the second day, Krystyn’s little ones would have learned how to get their diapers changed or their hunger assuaged. Once they had learned how to behave properly, the slightly more entertaining world of infants was opened to them. They would be given pacifiers and soft fluffy toys to cuddle and allowed to creep around the nursery’s play area with the other infants. At first their play would be tentative, but as the days passed they would become comfortable acting out their most childish impulses. The instinctive oral urges of their infant bodies would overcome the cortical censorship of their rapidly regressing adult minds and they would start sucking on anything that was within their reach. By the end of the week, even the most experienced mother could not have discerned any difference between their behavior and the other infants in the nursery.

In Jimmy’s case, Krystyn thought that his regression had proceeded so completely that the Daycare treatment wasn’t needed to destroy his will. Krystyn decided to put him in Daycare as a convenience to her, rather subjecting him to the experience as one of her brainwashing techniques. “Nonetheless,” she thought to herself as she packed his diaper bag and readied him for the trip, “the experience will be good for him. He’ll be able to interact with real babies and see for himself how babies his age sound and look to outsiders.” She chuckled to herself as she thought, “Considering the way he’s been acting, he should fit right in with everyone else in the nursery!”

Kystyn had found that having her charges interact with real babies made them more tractable in general. Usually, it only took about two days for the first effects on their personalities to be seen. The other infants were the perfect foil to her charges; they let her charges see themselves as others saw them rather than the self-image of adulthood that they retained. If they were deemed to be behaving themselves by the attendants, her charges were allowed to creep about the nursery section of the Daycare center with the other babies and play with the infantine toys scattered around the stain-proof, indoor-outdoor carpeting. Misbehavior by children of any age wasn’t tolerated at the Daycare center. If one of the babies at the Daycare was fussy or ill-mannered, it would find itself confined to a playpen until it was time for its nap. Since the nursery workers were all members of the Coven, there was no need to worry about being exposed. The workers in the older sections of the Daycare weren’t in on the secret of the transformed babies. They had no idea that several of the infants who were put in the nursery section of the Daycare each morning were the husbands, boyfriends and sometimes the girlfriends of the workers. Rarely did the other witches of the Coven permanently transmogrify their victims. Usually a day or two, or perhaps a morning and afternoon of babyhood was enough to insure that the little ones would listen to the orders of the powerful women who ruled their lives. Spells of silence and obedience kept the sometime babies in line after they were returned to adulthood. On occasion however, if the regressed paramour of a particular witch spent too much time as an infant, he or she sometimes required daily diapering as an adult until he or she could be potty-trained again. The humiliation would often break the will of the adults so treated and make them even more amenable to the will of their mistresses.

Krystyn’s charges and Becky’s Joey were the exceptions to the rule. Krystyn’s charges were to be reduced to infancy by any means possible in as short a time as could be managed.

Little Joey had been completely broken by the command of his mother/wife. Little Joey spent every weekday morning and afternoon in the care of the witches who ran the nursery, helplessly awaiting the attentions of his caretakers. His cause was hopeless; he had spent too long with other babies to be able to be allowed to be a man ever again. If he had managed an adult behavior in front of the Daycare workers, then his wife would have been called and another, more effective enchantment would have been laid upon him to insure that he remained an infant in thought and deed.