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Studies in Daycare - part 3
by Crawlaw
Contact the author at crawlaw@phuze.com
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CHAPTER THREE
Ann Marie was wet and messy for the second straight day, something that she was getting used to. When she saw herself in the miror, she was truly shocked. Without a doubt, she was much younger. Somewhere in her late twenties to early thirties which put her exactly where Dr. Damron had predicted. Gone was her grey hair and she was about 40 pounds lighter. She had been soiling herself fairly regularly and had even received some good natured taunting from the others. Because she was regressing faster than the others, she was doing more business in her pants. She was not the only wet and messy big baby that morning.
Both Chris and Susan woke up at nearly the same time. They had regressed to young teens overnight and speculated that they could be easily mistaken for girls in seventh or eighth grade. Being a third younger than they had been just two days earlier was quite enlightening. They were both amazed at how young they sounded when they spoke. If you asked Ann Marie, not only did they sound younger, they actually were behaving more like school girls than grad students. They were both chagrined at the loss of their more mature feminine wiles and if it were not for Ann Marie's habit of storing old clothes, they would have quite literally had nothing to wear. Fortunately, Lisa's wardrobe yielded suitable garments and they were now both wearing training bras along with clothing with junior miss tags. Granted the clothes were a bit tight, but they both said they felt better in their new outfits.
As for Jennifer, she had continued her rapid regression. Nothing of Lisa's would fit her and both Chris and Sue were amazed at her degree of regression. Gone was the young woman of two days earlier and in her place was a prepubescent girl of about 9 or 10 at most. Jennifer experienced some initial confusion at first and was calling Ann Marie mommy more often than not. She did remember being a "big girl" but it seemed like a dream to her. She had difficulty recalling her real age and as the morning wore on, she seemed to withdraw ever more. The only thing that comforted her was an old barbie doll of Ann Marie's daughter, Lois, with which she played. She needed more help than the others and would go to Ann Marie to get her "didies", as she started to call them, changed. Their next regression treatment was scheduled for 1pm and they all agreed that they should be moving into the psych department's residential wing as soon as possible.
By day's end, they had all transferred to the residential wing except for Ann Marie, who needed to make arrangements to secure her house while she was temporarily incapable of taking care of same. A call to her good friend, Robert Howe, insured that her property would be well taken care of. He had met her at her home and she had given him her keys. The plan was to have him check the house daily and he would lock it up after she left in the morning. He was amazed at how young she had gotten. Now in her mid twenties, Ann Marie, was rather enjoying his lustful looks as well as the looks she had received from the several other men she had passed as she left the college campus. She had blushed at the approving wolf whistles and had actually forgotten how strikingly pretty she had been as a young woman. As usual she was not hungry, but she did manage to cook Robert a rather delicious meal. They talked and laughed into the late evening and Robert had truly enjoyed her retelling of how she had stayed late at the psych department just so she could read a bedtime story to little Jennifer.
Robert had reluctantly retired to bed in Lisa's room while Ann Marie went to her own room. She had wanted to spend the evening in bed with Robert, but her wet and messy pants had made her rather shy. She was laying in her bed trying to get some sleep when he knocked on her bedroom door.
"Ann" he said "Is it o.k. if I come in."
She answered yes and when he entered Robert's look told her everything she needed to know. Ann reached out her arms inviting him into bed with her and Robert quickly joined her. Her diapers were wet and when Robert ran his hand over her plastic pants she told him of her condition.
"And your afraid I won't want to be with you because of this?" he said.
Ann hesitated briefly before saying "yes."
"It's not a big deal" he said.
"But what if I have an accident during... you know." she said.
"That's why we have bathtubs and washing machines." Robert said with a grin.
That night Ann Marie made love to a man, her first time in nearly 2 years. Robert had not been with a woman for nearly as long and so the two lovers spent quite some time pleasuring each other. As she had feared, Ann Marie both wet and messed in her bed and on Robert. Instead of being upset, he laughed with her and they ended up taking a long hot bath together while the soiled bedding was washed and dried. Robert didn't even complain when Ann Marie peed in the tub. After they showered off, Robert insisted on diapering Ann Marie. They had fallen asleep in each others arms when they were awakened by pounding on the front door. Looking at her alarm clock, Ann Marie noted that it was only 4am. Who would be coming to her door at this early an hour.
Half asleep, Ann Marie went to the door dressed only in her baby doll nightie which didn't cover her obviously wet diapers. When she asked who it was, she was stunned to hear her daughter Lisa's voice. Not thinking, she turned on the lights and opened the door to greeted not only by her eldest daughter, but her other two children as well. The look on their faces when they saw their mother standing in an open doorway dressed like an overgrown baby was beyond human description. Just then, Ann Marie pooed her pants.
Studies in Daycare - part 1 | Studies in Daycare - part 2
Studies in Daycare - part 3 | Studies in Daycare - part 4
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