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Cheerful Changes: Brittany’s humiliating regression

Lauren's voice boomed as she drove her daughter Brittany home from the police station. "Shoplifting, Brittany? I don't believe you! Maybe if you had a job, you could buy your own things instead of stealing and live on your own like an adult. You're 40 years old, not some dumb teenager. I thought I raised you better than this, but I guess I was wrong. I can't even trust you to be left on your own anymore!" Brittany tried to explain, "But mom, I wasn't stealing. I was set up - I mean, I forgot I put it in my purse!" Lauren cut her off sharply, "That's quite enough, Brittany! I won't tolerate any more lying. You're in enough trouble as it is, young lady." Brittany pouted in the backseat, still upset that she had been caught and forced to sit in the back like a small child.

Lauren's outrage had reached its final boiling point with her daughter Brittany's behavior. After pulling into the driveway and sternly ordering Brittany to go to her room, the heated exchange had left Lauren feeling exasperated and at the end of her rope. However, as Brittany stormed off in a huff, slamming the car door behind her, a rather outrageous idea began to take shape in Lauren's mind. Determined to finally get her daughter under control and put her in her place, Lauren wasted no time springing into action. Quickly retrieving her iPhone, she began frantically searching for a solution that could provide the discipline and structure Brittany so desperately needed.

It was then that Lauren stumbled upon an advertisement for a local company called "Cheerful Changes" that seemed to offer exactly what she was looking for. Specializing in catering to the "bigger babies" in people's lives, the company provided everything from full nursery customizations to diapers, baby clothing, and baby furniture. Sensing this could be the answer to her problems, Lauren didn't hesitate to dial the number, eager to speak with a salesperson about her specific needs for Brittany. The young, friendly representative was quick to assist, and within minutes Lauren had placed her order and even scheduled the install for the very next morning. As she hung up the phone, a triumphant grin spread across Lauren's face, for she was confident that Cheerful Changes' services would be the key to finally getting her wayward daughter to learn who was truly in charge. The idea may have seemed outrageous at first, but Lauren was determined to see it through, convinced it would be the solution for her daughter’s ongoing struggles.

Brittany was too afraid to leave her room all night, terrified of how her mother might react if she saw her. Unfortunately, Brittany had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, but against her better judgment, she tried to hold it in and fell back asleep.

"Brittany! Wake up," Lauren announced early the next morning as she shook her daughter awake and pulled back the covers, revealing a completely soaked bed. "Brittany Ann! I don't believe this! First the stealing, then the lying, and now wetting the bed like a baby! Well, I can see I made the right decision," Lauren yelled as she yanked Brittany up and inspected her soaked panties, pulling them down to her knees.

"Mom, what the hell? It was just an accident, and what decision?" Brittany demanded. "Hush, an adult is talking!" Lauren angrily responded, dragging her naked daughter across the hall to the bathroom. As Lauren rummaged through the cabinets, Brittany could hear footsteps and voices coming from the other room causing her to become concerned.

"Here it is, thank goodness your little cousin left these last time," Lauren announced, grabbing a package of wipes and unfolding a large Disney Princess pull-up. With a quick motion, she removed Brittany's wet underwear and wiped her stubbly genitals and backside with the baby wipes. "What the fuck are you doing, Mom?" Brittany screamed. Before Brittany knew it, her mother had shoved a bar of soap in her mouth and delivered several large swats to her bottom. "Don’t you dare take that out little lady! We don't use naughty language like that in this house! Now step into your pull-ups," Lauren commanded. Brittany, now bawling, did as she was told, and her mother pulled up the training pants. “A little tight, but they'll do for now," Lauren explained before dragging Brittany back into her bedroom, where a young woman was packing up Brittany's clothes into trash bags. Brittany let out a muffled "Hmmmpph" as she stood there, her face obscured by a thick layer of soap suds, watching helplessly as her designer clothes were being packed up and removed from the room. Her mother Lauren began rummaging through the items, searching for a particular item from Brittany's childhood. “ Sorry Miss, I'm just looking for Brittany's Little Mermaid t-shirt from when she was a kid!" Lauren called out to the woman overseeing the packing. The woman quickly responded, "Oh no worries, it's right here," as she retrieved the worn but beloved shirt and handed it to Lauren. As Lauren pulled the shirt over Brittany's head, the woman couldn't resist commenting, "Oh my, look at her little boobies! Must be nice not needing a bra," letting out a good-natured chuckle. Lauren snorted in amusement as she guided Brittany's arms through the short sleeves, the shirt barely reaching her belly button and making Brittany look like an overgrown toddler in the middle of potty training.

With quick ease, Lauren picked up her daughter and placed her on her hip. "We'll leave you to it! Give me a shout if you need anything," Lauren told the young woman before exiting Brittany's room and heading to the living room. There, a massive playpen sat, much to Brittany's shock, humiliation, and bewilderment.

As Brittany's soapy, drool-covered mouth opened in confusion, Lauren removed the soap and sat her inside the playpen. "Now be a good girl and play while Mommy unpacks and washes your new clothes," Lauren instructed. Brittany looked around the living room and kitchen, surrounded by workers babyproofing the house, completely unfazed by her presence.

Brittany could have died of embarrassment as she hugged her old Mr. Fluffy stuffed animal for comfort. Lauren then handed her a sippy cup of water. "Two hands, baby!" she warned before unboxing more baby items. Brittany eagerly drank from the sippy cup, trying to rid her mouth of the soapy taste. Her eyes landing on an oversized , pink and white Graco highchair being assembled, causing her to shiver.

"Where do you want the baby walker and bouncer, ma'am?" a man called from the doorway. "Oh, they're adorable! Right by the playpen, please. Thank you so much," Lauren replied happily, as Brittany pouted, realizing her life as she knew it was over.

As Brittany sat in her playpen, eagerly sipping the last drops from her sippy cup, one of the workers suddenly announced that her car seat had been installed and her stroller was assembled and neatly stowed away in the trunk of Lauren’s car. This news caused Lauren to beam with delight. "Perfect! You all have done an amazing job," she exclaimed, before the worker quickly disappeared into Brittany's bedroom to continue the transformation. Brittany, sensing a full bladder, began squirming and fidgeting, catching the watchful eye of her mother as Lauren folded a large pile of oversized burp cloths and bibs. "Potty, Mommy!" Brittany pleaded in her best baby talk, hoping to sway her mother's decision. But Lauren's response was firm and unyielding. "No, Brittany, the potty is for big girls! You just go in your pull-up, and Mommy will change you when you're done," she said, a devious grin spreading across her face. Brittany's heart sank as she realized her pleas had fallen on deaf ears. Scrunching up in discomfort, she could do nothing but watch helplessly as the workers systematically removed every item from her bedroom, leaving the space bare and unrecognizable. Brittany sighed with a sense of disbelief, her body betraying her as the inevitable happened, and she found herself wetting her pull-up much to her mother’s satisfaction. Tears streamed down Brittanys face as the oversaturated garment became increasingly uncomfortable.

With a no nonsense demeanor Lauren stood her daughter up aggressively as Brittany pleaded desperately, "Mom, please don't do this! I promise I'll do better and make changes." But her cries fell on deaf ears, for Lauren was resolute in her decision. With a stern expression, she inspected the state of Brittany's pull-up, inserting her finger into the elastic legband and finding it soaked through. "Sorry, honey, but Mommy has made up her mind - you're going to be a baby again. The only changes in your new life going forward will be when Mommy changes your wet and stinky diapers," Lauren declared matter-of-factly.

The sheer humiliation Brittany felt was palpable as her mother lifted her out of the playpen and placed her on her hip, then grabbed an oversized pink changing mat, laying it down and placing Brittany on top. “Now, I don't want to hear any more big girl words from you! It's baby talk from now on or cries to express your needs, little miss," Lauren sternly instructed, popping an oversized white pacifier with pink butterfly accents into Brittany's mouth, instantly silencing her hysterical protests. Panic and dread filled Brittany's eyes as she realized the full gravity of her situation. Before she could even process what was happening, Brittany found herself naked from the waist down, her pull-up ripped away, as a couple of workers entered carrying the pieces of what looked like a crib that needed to be assembled. "Sorry, guys, little Brittany here is being shy, but she'll learn soon enough that babies are changed wherever and whenever their Mommy's decide," Lauren explained casually, as the workers chuckled knowingly, unfazed by Brittany's utter mortification at being so openly and publicly exposed and infantilized. Brittany could only stare in horror, her face burning bright red, as she realized her new life as a helpless baby was about to begin.

As Lauren gathered her supplies and a large disposable diaper from the numerous packages sent by "Cheerful Changes", Brittany whined under her pacifier and crossed her arms in defiance. The woman pleaded with her mother, singing the pull-ups jingle in a pathetic attempt to persuade her from trapping her in diapers and babyhood. But Lauren couldn't help but smile at Brittany's adorable rendition, even as she remained determined in her mission. Kneeling down in front of her daughter, Lauren organized her tools before laying her daughter down on her back, preparing to transform her into a pampered princess once more.

"Nice try, Brittany baby, but the pull-ups were a one-time thing. From here on out, it's Pampers for your little tushy," Lauren explained, her voice dripping with a saccharine sweetness. With unwavering focus, she spread a permanent hair removal cream over Brittany's most intimate areas, ensuring a smooth, hairless finish akin to that of a newborn. Brittany's eyes welled with tears as she realized what her mother had done, babbling unhappily under her pacifier. But Lauren's joy only grew as she watched the workers bring various baby necessities into Brittany’s nursery. Beaming with pride, Lauren unfolded the large Pamper and slid it under her daughter's bum, distracting her with coos of excitement over the new nursery. And just as Brittany's discomfort began to show, Lauren inserted four suppositories into her anus, causing the woman to wail in pain. "Oh, stop that right now, young lady!" Lauren scolded. "Mommy's just giving you some medicine so you can make Mommy lots of big presents! Before Baby Brittany knows it, she won't even know when she's wet or poopy”! Lauren explained as she laid her daughter’s bottom down on the soft fresh pamper.

As the workers exited the nursery, they caught a rather unexpected sight of Brittany in the midst of her first diaper change in decades. Lying there nervously, Brittany burned with humiliation as the workers got an eyeful of this intimate moment. The woman supervisor, unfazed, calmly handed Lauren a list of other new parents, recommended babysitters, playgroups, and information about their daycare center - a testament to the comprehensive support system they had put in place to ensure a smooth transition for Brittany. "Well that about does it for us, ma'am! Everything is stocked and ready for your new baby. If you have any other needs or concerns, here is my card," the supervisor announced, her professional demeanor putting Lauren at ease. Gratefully, Lauren stood up to see the woman out, leaving Brittany momentarily alone on the changing mat, pacifier in mouth, freshly powdered and exposed in all her vulnerable glory. After a few minutes of cordial conversation about Brittany's transition , Lauren returned to her daughter's side, ready to complete the diapering process. "Almost done, sweetie pie!" she cooed, gently bringing the front of the large disposable diaper up to Brittany's belly button and securing the tapes snuggly - sealing in Brittany's baby fate. Inspecting the fit with a satisfied smile, Lauren then swiftly removed Brittany's T-shirt, leaving her clad only in the thick, crinkly pamper. "Mommy needs to do something with that hair, babykins!" Lauren declared, brushing Brittany's locks into two short, childish pigtails and slipping frilly pink ankle socks onto her feet. "Now that's much more appropriate for a baby," she proclaimed, scooping up the babified Brittany onto her hip, ready to embark on this new chapter in their lives.

With a bright and cheerful tone, Lauren announced that it was lunchtime as she carried her daughter Brittany into the kitchen. Carefully, she wheeled Brittany's brand new highchair to the end of the kitchen table and gently placed the woman inside, securing her with the 5 point harness. Brittany's eyes widened as Lauren tied a large, white terrycloth bib around her neck - embroidered with "That awkward moment when your mommy sniffs your butt in front of your friends” in bold pink lettering. Brittany couldn't help but sigh, feeling self-conscious as her mother slid the highchair tray into place, locking it securely.

"I hope you're hungry, babygirl, for some yummy numnums!" Lauren exclaimed, retrieving two large jars - one of Gerber chicken and gravy baby food, the other of pureed carrots. With a big smile, she mixed the contents together in a large pink bowl before plopping it down onto Brittany's tray. Brittany couldn't help but pout at the unappetizing baby mush in front of her. "Don't start, Brittany!" Lauren sternly warned. "Mommy won't tolerate any attitude. You'll be going through a lot of changes in the next few days, so I suggest you try to be a good girl for mommy." With that, she swiftly removed Brittany's pacifier and began spooning a large helping of the mushy mixture into her daughter's mouth.

Brittany gagged almost instantly, spitting out the foul puree. "This is disgusting, mom! I want real food, goddamnit!" she yelled, pounding her fists on the tray like a frustrated toddler throwing a tantrum. "Brittany Ann!" Lauren scolded, her tone sharp. "What did mommy say about big girl talk and naughty language? You're a baby now, and you'll eat your baby food like a good girl this instant, or mommy will have to get the soap out again!" With that, she determinedly spooned another serving into Brittany's mouth. "Me sowy, mommy," Brittany lisped obediently after swallowing the foul baby mush, much to her mother's satisfaction. "Good girl!" Lauren praised, continuing to feed Brittany the unappetizing baby food.

As the rest of the lunch went on, Brittany's distaste for the baby food she was being spoon-fed became increasingly evident. Despite her mother Lauren's best efforts, the pureed mush ended up smeared across Brittany's face and bib, much to Lauren's amusement. "Such a messy baby!" she teased, unable to contain her laughter at the sight. Seizing the moment, Lauren whipped out her iPhone and snapped a few photos, capturing the adorable yet comical scene to immortalize in Brittany's second baby book that she was planning to create. Brittany let out a resigned sigh as her mother showed her the incriminating photos, her face falling as Lauren explained that she would be posting them to Facebook for all their friends and family to see. "Pwease no mommy! No people see!" Brittany cried out in dismay, her voice tinged with panic. But Lauren was unyielding, firmly informing Brittany that she had no intention of sheltering her precious baby girl . "Honey, if you think for one minute that mommy is going to hide Baby Brittany from the world, you are sadly mistaken. Soon, everyone will know and see you just as mommy does!" she exclaimed, her tone leaving no room for argument. With that, Lauren hit the upload button, sending the photos hurtling into the digital ether, much to Brittany's distress. The sheer anxiety of the situation caused Brittany to involuntarily wet her diaper, her eyes brimming with tears. Unfazed, Lauren simply handed Brittany a large bottle of formula, which the former woman quickly shoved into her mouth, sucking greedily on the nipple and allowing the sweet, milky substance to fill her mouth, providing a soothing comfort. "Good girls, babykins, but two hands please!" Lauren cooed, her pride evident as she cleaned up the dishes, her phone blowing up with Facebook notifications and a devilish grin spreading across her face. Before long, Brittany let out a loud burp, surprising even herself, causing Lauren to coo, "Looks like mommy has a gassy girl on her hands!" Lauren then removed Brittany's stained bib and wiped her dirty face clean with baby wipes, before popping the pacifier back into her mouth. "Mommy will be right back, baby, mommy has to potty," she explained, handing Brittany a toy cellphone to keep her occupied as she left the kitchen, leaving Brittany to her own devices.

Sitting in her oversized highchair, the hot pink plastic toy phone clutched tightly in her hands, Brittany anxiously sucked on her pacifier. The toy was a poor imitation of the sleek, modern iPhone she had grown accustomed to, with its simple, babyish functions of flashing lights, nursery rhymes, and silly noises. As Brittany stared down at the toy, a growing sense of dismay washed over her. This was her life now - no longer the independent adult she had once been, Brittany was nothing but a big baby now, clad only in a diaper that was steadily growing damp and uncomfortable. While her friends were getting married, starting families, and thriving in their careers, here was Brittany, trapped in the oversized confines of a highchair, her adult days seemingly behind her forever.

Yet despite her initial feelings of foolishness and despair, Brittany soon found herself becoming captivated by the toy's bright lights and cheerful melodies. As the noises and flashing colors drew her in, her frown slowly gave way to a look of delighted fascination, her pacifier-sucking becoming more animated. Brittany's childlike wonder did not go unnoticed by her watchful mother, Lauren, who stood in the kitchen doorway, a large Winnie the Pooh diaper bag slung over her shoulder. "Sorry, baby, Mommy didn't mean to interrupt your important call!" Lauren joked affectionately, before moving to unbuckle Brittany from the highchair. Sliding a gentle finger into the leg band of Brittany's diaper, Lauren cooed, "Uh oh, looks like someone's a little soggy!" Though the diaper was not quite ready for a change, Lauren decided to freshen up her babified daughter, dressing her in a short ruffled blue baby top and placing a large pink bow headband atop her newly-styled pigtails. Completing the ensemble with a pair of oversized white baby booties, Lauren couldn't help but coo at Brittany's adorable, infantilized appearance, utterly enchanted by her babified state.

“Absolutely adorable baby”! Lauren cooed as she picked up Brittany and placed her on her hip causing Brittany to blush as she clutched her toy phone while her mother carried her into the living room, dropping her new diaper bag by the front door and placed her in the middle of the floor. "You stay put and play, babykins," Lauren instructed sweetly, "while Mommy makes a quick phone call. Then Mommy's taking you byebyes!" Brittany watched with curious eyes as her mother turned on an episode of Sesame Street, the vibrant colors and familiar characters quickly captivating the former woman’s attention.

Though Brittany could hear pieces of her mother's enthusiastic phone conversation, she wasn't quite sure who Lauren was speaking to so excitedly. But Brittany knew the conversation was all about her - her mother's tone was positively gushing. Distracted by the sights and sounds of Big Bird, Oscar the Grouch, and the rest of the beloved Sesame Street gang, Brittany soon found herself lost in the nostalgia, sitting up on her diapered bottom and clapping joyfully. When the episode ended, however, reality came crashing back, and Brittany couldn't help but frown at her current infantile state. Still, she tried to make the best of it, cuddling up with the array of soft stuffed animals her mother had left out for her.

As Brittany explored her new surroundings, she couldn't help but notice the various baby-proofing measures her mother had taken - electrical outlet covers, plastic locks on the china cabinet and entertainment center. Shaking her head in disbelief, the young woman crawled over to the cabinet, determined to unlock the latch. But her efforts were in vain, and she could only whimper in frustration. Suddenly, Lauren's stern voice rang out, "Brittany Ann! What on earth do you think you're doing? Mommy told you to stay put, not get into Mommy's things!" With a firm tug, Lauren yanked her daughter's hand away, forcing Brittany back onto her crinkly bottom - an action that elicited a loud, smelly fart, much to Lauren's amusement. "Sowy, Mommy," Brittany babbled through her pacifier, her eyes watering and her lip trembling before she dissolved into uncontrollable tears.

"Don't cry, baby," Lauren soothed, her voice soft and reassuring. "Mommy's not mad at you, honey. I just need you to understand that you can't touch things that aren't safe for babies." She reached out and tenderly brushed a stray lock of hair from Brittany's forehead before leaning in to place a loving kiss there.

As she pulled back, Lauren noticed that Brittany's diaper had become thoroughly soaked. "Uh oh, I think somebody needs their diapee changed!" she cooed, scooping up her daughter and carrying her over to the changing mat. Laying Brittany down, Lauren efficiently unfastened the tabs of the wet diaper, gently removing it and cleaning her daughter with soothing baby wipes. "Cold, Mommy," Brittany murmured through her pacifier, prompting Lauren to offer more comforting words. "Sorry, baby. Mommy's almost done."

With practiced motions, Lauren lifted Brittany's legs to thoroughly cleanse her bottom before sliding a fresh diaper, adorned with the familiar faces of Cookie Monster and Elmo under the waistband into place. She liberally applied Desitin and baby powder, ensuring Brittany's delicate skin would be protected. Unable to resist, Lauren then began blowing playful raspberries on Brittany's belly, eliciting a surprising giggle from the woman . Securing the new pamper

snugly around Brittany's waist, Lauren smiled warmly as she helped Brittany sit up, her thick diaper comically forcing her legs apart.

Now that you're all fresh and clean , it's time to go bye-byes with mommy!" Lauren exclaimed, her voice dripping with affection as her 40-year-old daughter, Brittany, began crawling across away, the sound of her diaper crinkling with each movement. Eager to get going, Lauren swiftly tossed the wet diaper into the kitchen trash, then returned to the living room to scoop up her daughter, settling her onto her hip. Brittany eagerly grabbed her toy phone, and Lauren couldn't help but chuckle as she gave her diapered bottom a gentle pat. "I guess the phone is going bye-byes too!" she teased, the amusement clear in her tone.

With Brittany securely in her arms, Lauren carried her out the front door, where the woman's new stroller sat waiting on the walkway by the front steps. "Pwease mommy, no bye-byes!" Brittany babbled around her pacifier as her mother placed her into the stroller and fastened the harness. "Baby, we've been over this - Mommy is not going to hide you away just because you aren't a big girl anymore. You need some fresh air before your nap," Lauren said sternly, but her eyes shone with unwavering love. She hung Brittany's diaper bag over the handlebars and began pushing the stroller down the driveway, the former woman inside sobbing like a baby, tightly clutching her toy phone as she was wheeled out onto the sidewalk, clad only in her disposable diaper and short baby top.

As the sun's bright rays beamed down mercilessly, Brittany sat helplessly trapped in her stroller, the familiar comfort of her home fading rapidly in the distance. She longed to be back in the safety and security of her playpen, away from the prying eyes of the outside world. But alas, her mommy had other plans, determined to parade her daughter around like a prized doll, forcing Brittany back into the confines of an infantile existence.

With each passing moment, Brittany's house grew smaller and smaller on the horizon, filling her heart with a mounting sense of dread and trepidation. What horrors awaited her out here in the open, beyond the sheltered confines of her home. She scanned the sidewalks nervously, praying she wouldn't encounter any curious onlookers. But her hopes were soon dashed as her mother rounded the corner, bringing them face-to-face with a young couple decorating their home for Halloween.

The pair stopped in their tracks, mouths agape, as they laid eyes on the sight of Brittany sitting primly in her oversized stroller. A look of utter shock crossed their features, before quickly dissolving into raucous laughter. "What a cute widdle baby in her big baby stroller!" the woman cooed mockingly, waving condescendingly at the mortified Brittany. Beside her, Brittany's mother Lauren couldn't help but smile, leaning down to whisper into her daughter's ear. Brittany begrudgingly waved back like a 12 month old, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, as Lauren thanked the couple and continued their torturous journey.

As they made their way around the neighborhood, Brittany's humiliation only mounted, drawing stares and sneers from passersby. The only solace she could find was in the familiar comfort of her toy phone and pacifier, which seemed to offer a momentary respite from the indignity she was being forced to endure. But Brittany's ordeal was far from over, for as her mother pushed the stroller up a long, unfamiliar driveway, the woman realized with dread that the worst was yet to come.

As Lauren eagerly rang the doorbell, Brittany sat anxiously in her stroller, the anticipation building within her. She couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and curiosity, unsure of what to expect from this visit. When the tall, gorgeous woman around Brittany's age opened the door, a warm smile spread across her face. "Hi Lauren, and hello Brittany - or should I say, Baby Brittany?" she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Brittany's brain instantly went into overdrive, the memories of her middle school days with this woman flooding back. She cringed inwardly, recalling the times she had bullied Tanya, including the horrific incident where she put laxatives in her lunch, leading to Tanya's embarrassment in front of the entire school. Brittany wished she could erase those painful memories, but they were seared into her mind.

As Tanya ushered them inside, graciously offering to take Brittany's diaper bag, Lauren unfastened the embarrassed woman from her stroller and lifted her onto her hip. Brittany felt a mix of emotions - vulnerability, shame, and a twinge of jealousy as she observed Tanya's 55-year-old mother, Karen, sitting in an oversized playpen much like her own. Clad in a white onesie embroidered with the words "Thank heaven for little girls", her hair in a pony tail on the top of her head and sucking on a large pink pacifier, Karen was the picture of babyhood. Brittany couldn't fathom why Tanya would subject her own mother to this infantilizing treatment, and the sight only heightened her own discomfort and uncertainty about her own situation. As Lauren placed Brittany inside the playpen alongside Karen, the two women on the couch began discussing "Cheerful Changes" and their new "little ones," leaving Brittany to grapple with the surreal and unsettling reality unfolding before her.

As the two former women, now transformed back into helpless babies, sat awkwardly in their presumably wet diapers, they seemed unsure of how to navigate this strange new reality. Brittany and Karen, both brand new to the experience of infancy, sucked diligently on their pacifiers, their eyes darting around the room with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Lauren, ever the doting mother, sought to ease the transition, gently encouraging her daughter Brittany to show off her beloved toy phone to the other baby. "Brittany honey, why don't you show baby Karen your toy phone?" she cooed, her voice dripping with maternal affection. Brittany clutched the colorful plastic device tightly, seemingly entranced by its flashing lights and gentle sounds.

Tanya brought a steaming cup of coffee to Lauren, offering a moment of respite in the midst of this peculiar scenario. "Thank you Tanya!" Lauren exclaimed, taking a grateful sip. "Brittany just loves her plastic phone, she won't let it out of her sight!" she explained, her eyes sparkling with pride. Tanya then turned her attention to the other infant, cooing softly, "Karen honey, mommy wants to see you sharing too! Why don't you show Brittany your stacking rings?" The two women continued to converse, discussing the registration process for Cheerful Changes Daycare and the reasons behind their decision to transform their girls into babies once more.

As the women observed the infants playing, a subtle shift in the dynamic became apparent. Tanya couldn't help but smirk with a sense of satisfaction, watching as Brittany struggled to stack the colorful rings while Karen explored Brittany's toy phone. Tanya seemed to relish in the sight of her former tormenter grappling with the simple tasks of babyhood. Suddenly, Brittany crawled away, distancing herself from Karen, and moments later, a foul odor began to permeate the room, causing Lauren and Tanya to exchange a knowing glance as their eyes fixed upon their babies in the playpen, the realities of their newfound infantile existence fully realized.

Deeply concerned, Lauren called out to her daughter Brittany from across the room, "Brittany honey, did you make a stinky?" The worried mother's tone was laced with a mixture of care and apprehension, her brow furrowed as she carefully observed her daughter . Brittany adamantly shook her head "no" in response, but the subtle shift in her posture and the telltale tension in her body language betrayed her attempt at deception. In an instant, Brittany lost her balance, landing hard on her pampered bottom with a resounding thud. The impact caused the woman to erupt into hysterical wailing, fat tears streaming down her reddened cheeks as Lauren rushed to her side. With quick, practiced motions, the experienced mother gently stood her daughter up, wiping away the tears and enveloping the distraught girl in a warm, comforting embrace. However, the unmistakable scent of poop soon wafted into Lauren's nostrils, smacking her in the face and confirming her suspicions. Adopting a no-nonsense demeanor, the mother turned Brittany around and peered into the waistband of her diaper, where a large, festering load had accumulated. "Pee yew! Stinky girl!" Lauren cooed, her voice dripping with a mixture of affection and exasperation. Scooping up her daughter, Lauren placed Brittany on her hip, the weight and pressure of the soiled diaper causing Brittany to wail even louder as the contents were smooshed against her skin. "Tanya, do you mind if I change her here? She really stinks!" Lauren called out to her new friend, who was already making her way over to the playpen, intent on inspecting her mother. "Of course not Lauren! I should probably check Karen too," Tanya announced, bending over the playpen , unsnapping her mothers onesie and pulling out the waistband of her mother's diaper, only to be met with the unmistakable sight of a large, log-like deposit. "Oh my! I think we may have two culprits here!" Tanya exclaimed, a hint of amusement in her voice as she lifted her mother from the playpen and placed her on her own hip, the pressure and movement causing the older woman to wail in a similar fashion to Brittany, the poop smooshing up her backside.

"We can change them right here!" Tanya announced as she grabbed her mother’s changing supplies and laid Karen down on the changing mat. Lauren quickly followed suit, retrieving Brittany's changing mat from her diaper bag and laid her down beside Karen. Tanya and Lauren smiled down at their little ones, preparing to tackle the inevitable - untaping the dirty diapers of their messy babies.

Brittany's face flushed with embarrassment, clearly mortified by the situation, while Karen appeared much more at ease, contentedly sucking on her pacifier. With care and precision, the two mothers gently peeled back the soiled diapers, revealing the shockingly substantial loads within. "Oh my goodness, what big poopies from such little babies!" Tanya cooed, as she and Lauren lifted the girls' legs high into the air. Karen couldn't help but giggle at the sensation, but poor Brittany whimpered and pouted as her mother meticulously cleaned her smelly, gunk-encrusted bottom.

Using baby wipes, the moms thoroughly cleansed every crevice, ensuring their daughters' newly hairless private areas were free of any lingering residue. Maintaining their firm grip on the elevated legs, Tanya and Lauren quickly removed the poopy diapers and unfolded fresh, matching replacements, sliding them into place under the babies' bottoms. Brittany seemed to calm down now that she was clean, sucking her pacifier contentedly as her mother gently laid her down onto the soft, Barney themed diaper. Tanya gathered up the soiled ones and disposed of them in the kitchen, mentally reminding herself to take out the smelly trash during her mother’s nap.

Tensions flared in the living room as Tanya placed her coffee cup in the kitchen sink, suddenly met with an unexpected outburst from her mother. The older woman, usually docile and compliant, had become agitated and lashed out, throwing Brittany's toy phone across the room in a fit of frustration. "I've had enough, Tanya! I'm your mother, not a baby! This needs to stop now!" she cried, her voice shrill and her body language erratic as she spat out her pacifier and flailed her limbs, causing quite the commotion. Tanya couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her mother's tantrum, though her expression quickly turned more serious as she swiftly moved to address the situation. Towering over the naked, half diapered Karen, Tanya adopted a stern tone, chastising her mother sternly. "Karen Elizabeth! We do not throw toys, little miss! Now, unless you want a red bottom, I suggest you apologize right now! You are a baby now, and the sooner you realize that, the better, stinky." Karen, sulking on her changing mat, begrudgingly lisped out an apology, "Me sowy, Mommy! I be good girl." Satisfied, Tanya popped the pacifier back into her mother's mouth and set about the task of her diaper change, coating Karen's reddened genitals and bottom in soothing Desitin and baby powder. Meanwhile, Lauren mirrored Tanya's actions, tending to Brittany with the same attentive care. Finally, the thick, absorbent pampers

were brought up to the women's bellies and snugly taped, eliciting smiles from both "mommies" as they admired their now fresh-smelling, happy baby girls.

As Tanya carefully fastened the snaps on her mother's onesie over her diaper, Brittany couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards her new baby friend. Watching the adorable scene unfold, Brittany couldn't help but wish her own diaper was as discreetly concealed, rather than on full display for everyone to marvel over. The two girls were seated together, eliciting coos of delight from the adults in the room. "They're so cute sitting there!" Tanya exclaimed excitedly. "Let's get them together for another playdate before daycare starts next week. Maybe we can even put them in matching outfits!" she suggested eagerly. Tanya's enthusiasm was met with a nod of agreement from Lauren, who was busy packing up Brittany's diaper bag. "Sounds like a plan! Well, thank you for having us over, Tanya. But I need to get a certain little girl home and down for her nap," Lauren explained, before retrieving a large bottle of formula from the bag and handing it to Brittany. As Brittany began to slowly nurse her bottle, her friend Karen looked on, her own pacifier soon replaced by a bottle as Tanya hurried to the kitchen and returned with another formula-filled container. The two girls happily nursed their "babas," until Karen suddenly let out a loud yawn, signaling that it was time for her own nap. Tanya gently scooped up her mother, cradling her on her hip and patting her bottom soothingly, while Lauren gathered Brittany and her belongings, securing the oversized baby in her stroller. As the playdate came to an end, the girls were forced to wave their goodbyes like 12 month olds before Tanya bent down and planted a wet kiss on Brittany’s cheek, wishing her a nice nap in her new nursery.

After the long walk back from Tanya’s house, Brittany and Lauren had finally approached the familiar sight of their home. The weight of the days events began to take its toll on the overtired babified woman. Brittany had dutifully finished the bottle Lauren had given her halfway through their walk back, but the exertion and emotional turmoil had clearly pushed her past her limits. Her frame began to tremble with exhaustion, and the tears she had been valiantly holding back now streamed freely down her reddened cheeks. "It's ok, baby! Mommy knows you're wet and tired ," Lauren soothed, her voice dripping with maternal compassion as she quickened her pace to the front door. Popping Brittany's pacifier gently back between her trembling lips, Lauren could feel the instant calming effect it had on her daughter, the former woman's cries subsiding into soft whimpers. "We'll get you changed and then ready for beddy byes in your crib before you know it, babykins," Lauren cooed reassuringly, her hand tenderly caressing Brittany's back as she pushed the stroller to the front steps. The familiar comfort of home was now in sight, and Lauren knew that with a fresh diaper and a nice nap, her precious little girl would wake up refreshed and ready to face the world again - though perhaps with a renewed appreciation for the safety and security of her loving mommy's embrace.

As Lauren stepped inside the house, she carefully placed Brittany's diaper bag on the kitchen counter before shifting the weight of her daughter on her hip and carrying her down the hallway to what was once her bedroom. However, the space had been completely transformed into the perfect nursery for Brittany. Brittany's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and astonishment as she took in the elaborate decorations adorning the door to her former room. In the center, the words "Baby Brittany's Nursery" were painted in a large, bold font with a shimmering, glittery pink hue that immediately caught the eye. Underneath the playful text, an ornate mural had been painstakingly painted, depicting a whimsical scene of baby pink elephants and giraffes frolicking across the grass. Brittany couldn't help but roll her eyes, her expression one of mild apathy, as her mother eagerly opened the door and carried her inside.

As Lauren cooed affectionately over her beloved "babygirl," Brittany found herself suddenly and overwhelmingly immersed in the lavish, meticulously-designed nursery her mother had created just for her. Plopped down on the brand new changing table, Brittany could only anxiously suck her oversized pacifier as she took in the sights surrounding her - the freshly painted bright pink walls adorned with a whimsical border of pastel teddy bears, baby bottles, and safety pins, the gigantic white crib situated beneath a mobile featuring darling pink baby elephants and giraffes. Across the room stood a massive white dresser brimming with an array of baby clothes and accessories, all perfectly sized for Brittany's diminutive frame. And beside her, the looming presence of the oversized white diaper pail, nearly four feet tall with a hands-free step to open, its side stenciled with the words "Baby Brittany's Dirty Diapees" in a glossy pink font. Brittany's eyes darted around the room, her heart racing as she realized with growing horror that her sexy dresses and designer bags had been replaced by an endless array of infantile onesies and baby dresses - a jarring transformation that left her whimpering and fussing as her mother smirkingly began to untape her wet diaper, seemingly delighting in Brittany's distress at being so thoroughly and irrevocably regressed into a helpless baby. “Pease mommy me wan big giwl woom baxk “! Brittany cried under her pacifier pleading with her mother as a last resort.

"Oh honey, we've been over this - you are a baby now! You will never be a big girl again!" Lauren exclaimed, pulling down the front of Brittany's heavy, sodden diaper with a knowing smile. It was clear to Lauren that her daughter was completely overwhelmed and overtired, and she was intent on getting her back on a strict schedule to ensure her happiness and wellbeing. "Once mommy gets you on a schedule, you'll be a much happier baby!" Lauren promised, raising Brittany's legs high above her head to thoroughly clean her bottom and delicate, hairless genitals with baby wipes, causing the grown woman to whine in discomfort.

With practiced efficiency, Lauren removed the wet diaper and quickly replaced it with a fresh, thicker one. But she wasn't done there - to Brittany's dismay, her mother then inserted a few more suppositories into her anus, causing her to grimace in pained confusion. "Sorry, baby! Mommy's almost done," Lauren sneered, coating Brittany's tender skin in a heavy layer of Desitin and baby powder before lowering her back down onto the soft, crinkly diaper. Brittany looked down and smiled at the familiar Muppet Babies characters printed on the front, finding comfort in the babyish design as her mother taped the pamper shut."There's my happy girl!" Lauren cooed, rummaging through the dresser to find the perfect nap-time outfit - a large white onesie with purple trim and ruffles on the bottom emblazoned with the playful message "Crib hair don't care” was finally selected as Lauren smiled down at Brittany and dressed her in the oversized onesie over her pamper and buttoning the snaps over her crotch.

Lauren couldn’t help but grin devilishly as she scooped up her daughter and settled her on her hip. "Perfect fit, babykins! But I think it's someone's nap time," she murmured, carrying Brittany over to the window. Lauren closed the blinds, shutting out the bright sunlight. Before Brittany knew it, she was placed in her crib, her padded bottom resting on the mattress. Lauren promptly handed her the old stuffed sheep, Mr. Fluffy, which Brittany instantly embraced. Next Lauren turned on the crib mobile and baby monitor, then leaned down to give Brittany a kiss on the forehead. "Now be a good girl and go night-nights! Mommy will see you after your nappy," Lauren cooed, pulling up the crib's side rail. With a flick of the switch, she turned off the light and exited the door after smiling back at her daughter. Brittany clearly not happy pulled herself up against the crib bars, her head barely reaching over the top, and began bawling her eyes out. Eventually, she tired herself out, falling back onto the mattress and clutching Mr. Fluffy once more as she cried herself to sleep on the pillow-less crib mattress. In the next room, Lauren listened intently on the baby monitor, a wide smile spreading across her face. She was quite happy with Brittany's quick regression and ready to embark on the next phase of her permanent babyhood.

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