Brittany Goes To Jail

SIX:
BABY BRITTANY

What an unkind cut--wearing just a diaper, my butt and
bladder way beyond full, and I felt weak like a cat, my mind
so....carefree, as if a feeling of tranquil passive state of
mind had me in its grip--that is, if I din't mind the fact I
was STILL under the effect of that filthy SEM 360;
despite my baby state I STILL wanted more sex. Unable to
stand it, I started to shout ou"LEM"LEMME OUTA HERE!!!!"
But what came out instead, was a "Gooo......gblmbk.....
vun bunk......da...."

I felt like someone kicked me, like I was now thinking and
talking like a baby; indeed, no matter how hard I tried to
say anything, all that came from my fool's trap was
only baby talk. That sucked!! What else could be worse?
As if in reply, the door opened and in walked, dressed in
1950's mother type housewife dresses, the hated gym
teacher turned head of the O.U.M.S.,whatever, Samantha
Morris, and the evil science teacher, Janet Barch. And
right now, they stood before me in my crib in judgement.
"So we meet," said Morris. "Once, she was Brittany the
Taylor, now she's Baby Brittany."
"It's a success," said Barch. "When I had Brittany's fellow
cheerleaders use the CD with the subliminal hypnotic baby
programming, I had no doubt it would take effect on the
man loving bimbo. Combined with the laxitives she drank in
those baby bottles, along with the shots of mannitol,
she should pass as the perfect teen baby."
"And what does that mannitol do?"
"It causes her to make lots of pee and fill up her bladder
many times over." Barch followed up her reply with a
raucous laugh.

It was bad enough that I was called a man loving bimbo, but
the stuff Morris, Barch and my now fair weather friends
did to me was even worse--just to turn me into a baby!!
EEP!! I would've burst into a fit of rage, but, like, two things
prevented me from doing so--my passive baby state,
and the SEM 360 fueled raging sex drive--well, that, plus
the fact I had to badly poop and pee. And all I could do was
call out in a wimpering way: "Goo, blimmfk, slough, dfghj...."
"So the baby wants something," said Barch in a brusque
way. "Too, bad you had to love a man, like your no good Kevin....
well, too bad, you're a baby--for that matter, the sexiest
baby in Oakwood. Wanna use the toilet? NOT ON YOUR LIFE!!
The diapers year,ear, they're your new....you know. And from here,
Ms. Morris and me, you're your new mommies."
"And," said Morris," we expect you to do all the stuff any baby
must do, during the latest phase of the A-440 program. Don't
worry, we'll bring you back to you normal growing up self--but only
when we feel like it, and when you behave just like a baby. For now,
we 'spect you to do everything any good baby must, and behave
just like a real real baby--to drool, to eat baby food, to cry, to
crawl, even to mess and pee in your diaper, just like a baby. And
even to come in your diaper, take your spankings, take your
bottles and suck our nipples--and so forth."
Endowed with the strengh those Lawndale High faculty women
built up, Morris and Barch helped me out from my crib and had me
crawl all 'round the room, play with the stuffed baby toys and
drool--EW!!--all over my breasts (OK,so they DID clean that off)
before I fell on my back, the need to poop and pee stronger than
before; I was writhing and making grunts and wimpers.
Good girl," said Barch. "Use your diaper the way all good babies
must do."
"Come on," said Morris. "Fill that diaper up with one big stinky."
Unable to stand it any longer, I--EWWWWWWWW!!!!--peed
lots of pee in my diaper, emptying my bladder over and over--
before I pushed out all the enema and big hunks of poop, till I
was not only good and empty, my diaper was full and squishy.
Ew again!!
"Good baby," said Morris and Barch. From ther thy patted my
soiled diapered butt, rubbing that junk in my butt, and helped me
to my highchair, before strapping me onto it pla placing a rubber
bib on me, forcing me to eat lots a mush, oatmeal and, like,
many, many flavors of baby food, all of them from big jars, with
a spoon. Demeaned from having soiled my now stinky smelling diaper,
and spoon fed without end yeechy tasting food, I tried to protest,
despite my baby talk barrier, trying to break free.
"Uh, uh," said Morris. "Musn't do that, bad girl. And now drink all
your milk."
So as before, Morris and Barch fed me 12 baby bottles, six to the
two teachers--but at least, the milk that was in those bottles
didn't taste bitter. Guess that was why the milk I got from
Angie, Lisa and Nikki tasted that way--they were no doubt spiked
with that laxitive mentioned by Barch.

After the feeding, the teachers (finally!!) placed me on a changing table,
took off that filthy diaper and cleaned my butt all over with baby wipes,
powdered my butt and rubbed baby oil over that. That was when Morris
said, "Shouldn't we spank her first?"
"Do that," said Barch. "Besides, it'a time she drained our breasts of
our sweet juice."
You can imagine my shock when first Barch, then Morris had me draped
over each lap ,and sed med my butt real hard for hours (naturally, I was
crying and bawling my head off real HARD, my face covered in my tears),
while forcing me to suck their breasts and nipples, till each teachers'
breasts were empty. Soon after that, they placed on my bruised butt,
a freiapeiaper before placing me back in my crib where I dozed off
instantly.....

When I woke up, my diaper was so full of poop and pee, so it was no
wonder I was crying like a real baby. In fact, for the next four days,
Day after day, I'd mess in my diaper, Barch and Morris would change
me, clean me, feed me, and, before placing on me, a new diaper, spank
me good while breast feeding me before having me crawl and play in
my plush toy pile. At one point, Morris said to Barch:
"She's ready."

On the fourth day, the last of the manni-whatever and the laxitives
wore off for good; right after I messed my diaper for the last time,
Barch and Morris cleaned and changed me--and that was when they
added a new twist--with me on Morris' lap. From there, she said to
me, "OK, baby, it's time for you to grow up. First, you must come
in your diaper." So saying, she and Barch each took and breasts of
mine and ru and and massaged them while licking my nipples till they
were so stiff. Enhanced by the SEM 360, I loved the stimulation,
and also loved it when they started rubbing my diapered crotch and
clit.
"Come on, brat," muttered Barch. "Come in your diaper, so you can
grow up."
"You heard her," said Morris. "Come in your diaper!!"
They were rubbing, and now sucking my breasts and way stiff nipples
till I was on a growing up high. The breasts, nipple and clit stimulation
with the feel of my diaper rubbing my clit--till I finally I came with lots
of juice to soak my diaper, which they finally took off.
"She did it," said Morris.
"Let's finish the job," said Barch.
Instantly, they picked me up and took me down the hall, and back to
my padded room and placed me on my bed. From there, Barch used a
gloved hand to stick way up my butt (UGH!!!!) wile Morris used her gloved
hand to gradually stick up my vagina, "fisting" me as they called it, moving
way deeper up my butt and vagina, while I pitched my head back in ectasy,
groaning over and over, my primal calls filling the padded cell. In the end,
when Morris' fingers gently touched my cervix, just as Barch's touched
my G spot, I came hard enough to gush out my juices--along with
Morris' hand--while my body writhed with all the sexual pleasures
of a wild orgasm.
"I must say," said Morris, "she grew up fast."
"Not bad for a man lover bimbo," said Barch. "Ready to
prepare the mind cleaning reversal program?"
"Do it," was the replay.
After discarding the now filthy gloves, Morris and Barch tied
me to all four corners of my bedposts, then placed a headset
on me; as soon as they turned on the CD player that was hooked
up to the headset, I was hearing some blues tunes--and that was
when the helpless, passive weak baby feeling, along with the calm
baby state of mind, all wore off, stopping right then and there,
resulting in my mind coming back to my old teen, soon to be
adult self again. Naturally, it felt like my talking came back,
for the first words weren't baby talk, but, "What a trip...."
So by the time those teachers finished and took off the
headset, I was all worn out from such an adventure, so
I dozed off--DUH!!

La, la, la, la, la....