Dante was a selfish, self-serving prick: He had no doubt about that right now. His very first coherent thought in Limbo was that he had hoped he wouldn’t have to clean up his own vomit after he puked all over the floor. As soon as he had laid eyes on Lysa and Midori, he immediately was sizing them up for conquest.

What a mistake that had been. Midori, who was the poster child for what Limbo was all about, and Lysa who was so much more than she had seemed. That girl was like Rosie the riveter crossed with Laura croft. Man, that was what was so awesome about her, the way she- DO. NOT. FUCK. WITH. HER. Oh yeah. Almost forgot.

That’s another thing that Dante figured he shouldn’t be too proud of, how easily he allowed himself to be led around by his penis. Yeah, it was funny when it happened in comedies (really funny), but it wasn’t how a decent person should treat or think about another. Okay, maybe think, he compromised, but definitely not act on…at least not as much.

Come to think of it, in life, did he even have any friends who were girls that he wasn’t explicitly interested in for romance (read: getting laid)? Did he even know Melissa’s last name or anything she had been interested in outside of cheerleading ( which she totally advertised by wearing that kinky outfit?) He did not.

SHHHIIIIIIIIT!

Not only was he an ungrateful and selfish prick to his parents, he had been an asshole to women too.

Then Dante remembered lunchtime: Just before naps, Dante had hoped he would pee himself and get changed on the floor with that half naked-girl so he could cop a feel. That was just the milk talking-the milk that takes away ambitions and inhibitions so you’re very, very, very, honest with yourself and who you are.
Dante found that he could move again, his body rebooting from the spanking. He shuddered in the baby swing. He had basically wanted to molest that girl. That poor girl who had been completely broken down and desperate and worn out. The poor girl who probably had no idea where she was or why they were doing this to her. He didn’t think about that all, he had just wanted some tits. Maybe he had had more in common with Lysa’s baby sister than he realized.

Maybe Dante hadn’t been such a good person. Maybe he was really just someone who never took the opportunity to be bad. Maybe he belonged here, in Limbo…or worse.

When he was finally out of the baby swing, Dante was in a somber mood, not quite hysterical. He sat wherever the Judy plopped him down, looking inward more than outward and thus not even really aware of his own surroundings. By the time Lysa had found him and crawled up to him, Dante had been muttering “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry” for roughly 25 minutes straight.

“If this is about earlier,” Lysa told him, “it’s ok. I’ve already forgiven you. That thing you did with Jamal was pretty smooth. I’m glad you can take care of yourself.”

“It’s not that,” Dante shook his head. “I just realized what kind of person I was…” he hesitated, “am.” Lysa looked confused. “I just now realized how my death probably ruined my parents’ lives. I belong here.” Dante felt her arm around his shoulders.

“It’s not your fault,” Lysa consoled him, “it’s nothing you did. It’s what your parents didn’t do to you. If they had even gone to church once and dunked you, you’d be hanging with the halos right about now.”

“I’m not so sure,” Dante remarked. “Even if I’d gone to church, that in of itself wouldn’t have made me a good person. My parents’ only mistake was trusting me to make good decisions.” Dante felt cold inside. Numb. He didn’t even notice the uncomfortable and scared look in Lysa’s eyes before she withdrew and crawled away.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Dante idly played with some toys, did some minor socializing, (The girl who did the amazing finger paintings was named Vivian.), and wet himself just before dinner. The Judy in the nursery scrubs proclaimed that bath time was right after dinner, so Dante could wait a bit and eat dinner in a wet diaper. Therefore, Dante squished instead of crinkled when he was buckled into his highchair.

Dinner was served via spoon in a highchair, just as lunch was. This time, the mouth exploding mush was warm and tasted of mashed potatoes with melted butter. The Judy in the green dress returned with her three charges, still dressed in nothing but their diapers. The girl that Dante had eyed earlier, was much calmer than before, and ate every bite without complaint.

One of the boys, the one that Dante had heard refer to him as “freak” loudly pooped while in the highchair, his whole body turning red. Lysa and Midori both giggled at his expense, Midori was just amused by the sound and laughed because Lysa did. He started swearing, and got his bottle of milk early.

Dante felt a wave of relief wash over him as he accepted his own milky ba-ba. The milk of human kindness was good cure for feeling guilty too as it turned out. Oddly enough, he didn’t fantasize about grabbing anyone’s tits, but just let himself float through space. He wondered if there were different formulas that had different effects, or if this was really just how he felt and thought at the moment.

He wasn’t sure where he was in relationship to the rest of the nursery he was when his Judy carried him from the kitchen area to the bathroom. For all he knew, this place only existed when it needed to. The bathroom looked to be roughly a quarter of the size of the main nursery, with much less cavernous ceilings. It had all white tile, with orderly rows of large bathtubs, more like modified Jacuzzi hot tubs, actually. What was more noticeable was what was missing, ie: anything that wasn’t a bath. No mirrors, no sinks, no potties, nothing.

Each tub had large shower curtain that hung from the ceiling in a greater circumference than the tub. The curtains made a kind of privacy shield, all the better for the Judy’s to bathe their children with some sense of privacy, though why start now, Dante didn’t know.

His Judy had donned rubber gloves and an apron- as if the angel needed them. She could have wiped his ass with her hand, and his excrement would disappear from existence rather than stain her. Why use baby wipes? Likely, Dante thought, to keep up the illusion that they were the babies they were treated as.

His onesie was undone and yanked over his head, and his wet diaper was removed and balled up. It seemed more swollen than it should have been. Had Dante unknowingly wet himself a second time during dinner?

His naked and hairless body was placed into an empty tub, while the Judy went to go get Lysa and Midori. He heard other children, both young, old, and young of mind, being carried in, cooed over and babbling. No chance of getting out here, and the milk of human kindness was still affecting his fight or flight impulses.

He looked down at his hairless crotch. How strange, not only was this the first time he had gotten to see his private parts in private, but this was the first time he had seen his genitals from some position other than his back today. He tentatively touched his knees together like two old friends who hadn’t seen each other in a long time.

The sound of Midori’s babbling, and two more sets of diapers being untaped alerted Dante of Midori and Lysa’s impending arrival. The pending embarrassment immediately shocked Dante out of his angel milk haze. As soon as they were placed in the tub, the Judy turned the water on- perfect temperature- and Dante averted his eyes. “What’s with you?” Lysa asked, a dopey smile on her face from the milk.

“You guys are naked.” Dante blushed.

“So? We’re all naked” Lysa pointed out as the water quickly rose in the tub. “Modesty goes out the window in this place, I told you. Dori’s too out of it to care, and you must’ve seen my box at least twice today.”

“That’s not the point.” he told her.

“What is the point?” She drunkenly asked, her naked breasts bobbing slightly as she did. Those perky, wonderful, glorious bre- DO. NOT. FUCK. WITH. HER. Damn this situation was getting hard…er…difficult. The Judy poured in some lavender scented bubble bath, creating a screen that blocked certain parts. Thank you bubble bath.

“The point is, I don’t want to think of you as…as…as…”

“Girls?”

“Yes!” Dante yiped, “I mean no.”

“Then what do you mean?” she asked, giving him a surly look. Crap. He was in it now. Just say it just say it just say it.

“I mean I want to think of you as a person, and not just another way to get my dick wet.

Lysa’s eyes glazed over, and then she shook her head, as if waking up from a dream or coming out of a buzz.

“Wow”, she said, covering her breasts. “That has got to be one of the crudest…and nicest things a boy has ever said to me.” The three of them sat there for the rest of the bath, letting the Judy do her work.

After the bath, Dante was quickly toweled off, re-diapered, and dressed in footie pajamas. It was by far the warmest and least revealing thing he had worn since he got to this place. The Judy in the nursery scrubs carried him out into the main nursery. While he had been bathing, the whole layout had been replaced. Other than the occasional changing table and trashcan, most everything else was gone. All of the cubicle walls had vanished, and in their places were rows upon rows of cribs, not unlike a scaled up version of the newborn room. The lights were low, and a soft tinkling music flooded the air. Time for sleep.

Dante was lowered into a crib, and a bottle of milk was handed to him, though not forced upon him. “To help you get to sleep,” the Judy said as she passed him the drink. Dante opted to place the bottle by his feet.

Dante laid down in his crib, perhaps being a little more grown-up than he had been when he had awakened this morning, despite his change in attire. The last sounds he heard before he drifted off came from Lysa, one crib over.

“Good night Dante. Happy Birthday.”