No Escape

Chapter 2
Full Tummy

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Chapter Description: The girls seem to have once again gotten away with regressing a pair of strapping young men to be their playthings. But the fun isn't over yet. Female AR

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It had been three weeks since the little escape attempt masterminded by Tim had failed so miserably. Three weeks that had been wonderful as far as Trish and Jess were concerned. They were thoroughly enjoying being mothers to their lovely little baby boys and, although he could be a handful, Timmy was an adorable toddler.

Before the party that had changed their lives Trish had never imagined she would so enjoy taking care of a baby. Her dreams were all about having a career as a lawyer, becoming a successful young woman. She had always sneered at the foolish girls in the remedial classes at high school who had gotten pregnant so young and burdened themselves with babies at such young ages. Motherhood never appealed to Trish. The doctor changed all that. Trish couldn’t consciously recall what had happened in that room as the doctor talked to all the girls. All she knew as she emerged from the room a changed girl. Now taking care of her helpless little Matty was her reason for life. She got so much pleasure from having a little one totally dependant on her for everything, a little boy whose eyes lit up whenever she entered the room, who had nothing but perfect love for her. In order to keep that look of total adoration in Matty’s eyes, they also had to be kept glassy and empty of intellect or understanding. She’d do anything to keep Matty in his state of dependence.

Trish didn’t question what had been done to change her so drastically because she was so perfectly happy with the way things had turned out. Jess seemed to her to be equally content with their new lives. Jim’s mother, Linda, was always there to help the girls, babysitting for them and giving mothering advice. Trish wasn’t sure what they’d have done without her.

On this warm Saturday afternoon that was exactly what Linda was doing, babysitting the kids while Trish and Jess went on a little shopping excursion. As wonderful as being mommies was they still needed a little time away from their little ones now and then. Trish pulled the car into the driveway of Linda’s house and let out a sigh. "Well here we are, home sweet home."

Jess nodded, undoing her seat-belt. "I can’t wait to show Linda the cute little footie pj’s I got for Jimmy," she said cheerily.

"I think she’ll be more interested in the new digital camera I got. You know how Linda is about technology."

Jess chuckled, "Yes, we’ll probably spend most of the afternoon going through the fifty or so special features."

The girls shared a laugh as they climbed out of the car and set about unloading their bags. The sounds of laughter wafted over from the back yard so Trish motioned for Jess to follow her around the back. Passing thru the gate in the fence they entered the back yard to find the boys playing. Jimmy and Matty were crawling on hands and knees in the grass wearing only their big white diapers, crinkling as the crept about. Matty was mouthing a yellow plastic toy of some sort and Jimmy seemed to be intensely analysing a dandelion as though he’d never seen such a thing before. Meanwhile the sprinkler was on and Timmy was skipping around thru the spraying water, once again naked as a jaybird. It was impossible to keep clothes on that boy.

Linda was sitting on the back deck with her feet up on a chair, reading a Stephen King novel and sipping wine in the shade of big umbrella. Sh waved to the girls in greeting, putting down the book. "Good shopping girls?" she inquired.

"Yes indeed, we have to have a little showcase to show off our buys," Jess replied.

"Well then, we’ll do that right after a little lunch. But right now there is something you need to see in the living room."

"Really? Is it important?" Trish asked, curious.

Linda smiled. "Well you’ll just have to go see for yourself dear."

Trish nodded and headed up the steps to the deck. Linda added, "Just leave your bags here for now dear. You can go through them when you’re done in there."

"Okay," Trish agreed, leaving the cumbersome bags and heading into the cool interior of the house.

Jess followed Trish in after setting down her bags as well. They headed into the living room as directed and were met with an odd sight. It was Mrs. Dover from next door, sitting on the couch watching TV. But it wasn’t her presence alone that was odd. It was the fact that her 12-year old son Tommy was sitting in her lap. Tommy was a typically rambunctious young boy and often rode his bike or his skateboard past the house so they knew him by sight. But now the boy was sitting cradled in his mom’s lap wearing only a pair of baggy jean shorts. A pair of sneakers and white athletic socks lay discarded on the carpet. A navy blue t-shirt had been left on the floor nearby, a white stain on the front.

Trish and Jess froze where they were, uncertain what to say. At first they thought Tommy must be asleep, but then his mother turned and they saw his face. Tommy was indeed awake, but he had a slack contented look on his face. He made no noise whatsoever as his mom gently rubbed his bare back up and down, rocking him slowly back and forth in her arms. His chin was covered in a white milky liquid and it rested on his mom’s shoulder. His body seemed to be completely limp. As they edged closer they noticed the stain on his jean shorts. Tommy had clearly wet his pants thoroughly. But he was either unaware of this fact or unconcerned by it because he looked perfectly happy cuddled in his mommy’s arms.

To Trish it seemed they’d been standing there gawking for an eternity. In reality it had only been a few seconds. Mrs. Dover looked up at the girls then and acknowledged their presence. "Hello there girls, Tommy and I came over for a little lunch. I’m afraid Tommy has filled his tum- tum right up though and now the little dear is a bit sleepy."

"Oh, we um, hadn’t realised, um, that Tommy had, um... become little again," Jess stammered.

"Yes I’ll tell you all about that in a moment. Right now please, have something to eat and drink," she offered, gesturing to some cookies and a couple glasses of milk on the coffee table.

Mrs. Dover set Tommy down on the carpet, where he seemed to naturally position himself on his hands and knees. The white liquid coating his face hung in a long string from his chin. The girls both looked a Tommy’s chin and then at the glasses of milk on the table. They both decided silently that it would be best not to have any milk.

Noticing their hesitation Mrs. Dover gestured for them to come over, insisting, "Come now girls you must have some food now. You’ve had a long day, shopping is very tiring."

Trish decided a couple cookies probably wouldn’t hurt. After all they were mothers, only boys became babies again, surely there was nothing here to be worried about. Still, she decided against having any milk. Kneeling, she ate one of the sugar cookies. Jess kneeled beside her and had one too. Mrs. Dover smiled broadly. "Now that’s good isn’t it girls? Why don’t you have some milk now to wash it down," she suggested looking excited.

"Oh, no thank you. I’m fine," Trish insisted.

Mrs. Dover frowned. "Nonsense, girls need calcium to prevent osteoperosis. Now come on, have some milk dear," he insisted more forcefully.

But Trish just shook her head, looking over at Tommy again. The boy had crawled over to his discarded sneakers and was eyeing them curiously. After a moment he grasped his sneaker with both hands and jammed the tongue of the shoe in his mouth, gnawing on it and drooling. "No, I’m fine, really," Trish almost shouted.

To her surprise Mrs. Dover just shrugged and said, "Well no one will force you dear. It’s your health."

And then to her real shock Mrs. Dover picked up the glass of milk and downed it herself. Trish felt doubly foolish. How could she have really thought this woman was trying to infantize her when they were both mothers. Feeling relieved Trish had a second cookie. Jess had just finished her fourth. Tommy had now abandoned the shoe and had crawled back over to them. He gazed blankly up at Trish with wide eyes, then the twelve-year old began to chew on the table corner.

Mrs. Dover clucked her tongue at Tommy’s antics and kneeled down beside the boy. "What a silly little boy my Tommy is," she chuckled, reaching for his waist and unbuckling the sopping wet jean shorts. "Aren’t these things silly? These ridiculously baggy shorts the boys wear these days. Well we won’t have to worry about that anymore will we Tommy?" she asked rhetorically as she slipped the jeans down his legs, revealing his even wetter undies. "No, now that my Tommy’s tum-tum is all nice and full he doesn’t care one little bit what he has on does he?"

Tommy gave no response, chewing on his fingers while him mom slipped his undies off him, leaving him bare. Tommy showed no sign of embarrassment, babbling silly baby sounds at Trish while his mom laid out a diaper for him. Soon he was well diapered and chewing peacefully on a set of plastic keys that belonged to Jimmy.

Finished with her son Mrs. Dover turned to the girls. "So, how are you feeling my dears?" she asked, smiling.

Trish was confused. "What do you mean?"

But Jess said nothing. Trish looked over at her friend and saw the look of confusion on her face. Jess was blinking and looking like she might suddenly fall asleep. Mrs. Dover kneeled beside her and brushed a hand thru the girl’s hair. "Ah yes, you had quite a few cookies didn’t you my dear?"

Jess nodded and managed to ask, "What... what’s wrong with me?"

"Nothing is wrong with you honey. On the contrary, everything is right. You see there was something very special in those cookies. Something to help you get the right start."

Trish could feel it now too. A fog in her brain, a feeling of confusion and an inability to concentrate as though she had been awake for 48 hours or something. She’d only had two cookies while Jess had had four at least, so she could only imagine how her friend was feeling now.

Mrs. Dover was taking Jess by the arm, helping her to her feet. Jess swayed a bit, she seemed dizzy and off balance. But with Mrs. Dover’s support she walked out of the living room. Trish stood and followed. She felt lightheaded and odd, but she couldn’t abandon her friend. When they reached the stairs Jess staggered on the first step and reached for the railing, but Mrs. Dover stopped her, guiding her hands down to the steps. "On your hands and knees darling. You’ll feel much better this way."

Jess didn’t argue and crawled up the stairs beside Mrs. Dover. She stood tentatively at the top but widened her stance and held out her arms for balance like a toddler. Mrs. Dover lead her to the guest bedroom. Trish followed them in and couldn’t believe her eyes. There was a young woman sitting on the floor in the room. This woman was naked but for a diaper. Her toe-nails were painted a bright pink, her blonde hair done in pig-tails sticking straight out to the sides. She was blowing spit bubbles, saliva coating her chin and dripping down to her breasts. Her bare breasts were huge, as though she were nursing. Trish had never seen a woman in this condition and it truly frightened her.

Mrs. Dover left Jess and attended to the bubbling adult baby girl, stroking her cheek and caressing her bare shoulder and arm, cooing baby talk to her. Then she brushed her boob and looked at Jess and Trish. "You see this is the cure for all your problems. It’s pure liquid bliss in her boobies. There was just a little bit in your cookies, just enough to start the process. But soon your tummy will be full, just like my Tommy."

Jess was horrified. "No...no, bad. Jess is a mommy! Jess take care Jimmy. Jimmy... he love me, he need me!" she pleaded.

"No sweetie, Jimmy needs a mommy and he has one. But don’t worry, he’ll still love you, as a sister. You’ll get to play with him every day. You’ll bathe together and cuddle up at nap time together and just be together all the time."

Tears of frustration rolled down Jess’ cheeks and snot clogged her nose. "No, no, no!" she screeched, stamping her foot on the floor like a toddler having a tantrum. Trish began to move forward to comfort Jess but Mrs. Dover was faster. She threw her arms around the squalling girl and patted her back, shushing her. "There, there dear, it’s okay. I know you aren’t happy now, but I promise you will be in a moment. The cookies work is irreversible dear, the damage that has been done, is done. We need to finish this, it’s the only way for you to be happy."

Trish was surprised to hear Jess’ sobbing quiet. She watched in shock as Mrs. Dover led Jess down to the floor and helped her to lie down on her back with her head nestled in the young woman’s lap. Trish was mortified but seemed unable to move, unable to intervene.

"That’s it dear," Mrs. Dover crooned, leading Jess’ mouth to the teat and slipping it between her lips, "just fill your tummy tum-tum right up. Let the warm lovely milk fill you up and drift away. No more worries, no more cares, just playing and being a good little girl."

Trish watched as her friend began to suckle and swallow. Her eyes were wide open, but the shock on her face was fading, her eyes glazing over, her expression becoming slack like Tommy’s. Mrs. Dover undid the straps of Jess’ sandals and slipped them off her feet. "Yes, such a good girl, doing as she’s told, having nice nummy-nums. Let’s get you nice and comfortable, let those tootsies be free, babies don’t need silly things like shoes after all."

"Please stop this!" Trish screamed, suddenly and unexpectedly finding her voice.

Mrs. Dover looked up and shook her head. "Sorry but it is far too late now. But don’t worry dear, there’s another boobie just for you. Why don’t you just lie down right now next to Jessie and fill your tummy up too. Then the two of you can crawl out and join the other babies together. It only takes a minute and you’ll be happy as a clam."

"I’m not going to do that. I’m a mother, Matty needs me no matter what you think."

"You will all be well cared for Trishy. Now just come join your friend."

Trish stood her ground, but it was becoming harder. The dizziness was increasing and the difficulty concentrating getting much worse. "I can see it in your eyes dear. There is no use fighting, it is inevitable now. Though you had but two cookies the effects simply take a little longer, but they will be complete."

Trish hoped that the woman was bluffing. In the meantime Jess had finished her meal. As her suckling slowed a puddle was forming between her legs, her jean skirt growing darker as she made pee-pee. The teat slipped out of her mouth and Jess sat up suddenly, giving Trish an odd look.

"Jess, what is it? What’s wrong?" Trish asked desperately

Jess hiccupped and spit up a mouthful of breast milk, covering her chin and the front of her shirt with the white liquid. Trish gasped at the sight. Milk and drool hung from the girl’s chin and gaped open-mouthed at Trish for a second. Then a goofy grin spread across her face and Jess giggled, rolling onto her back and swinging her legs aimlessly around in the air. Trish lost all hope as Jess grabbed her dangling feet and played curiously with her toes.

Mrs. Dover tickled the infantized girl’s tummy playfully. "Somebody has a nice full tum-tum, oh yes she does, yes she does!"

Jess giggled and squealed happily at the attention, blowing spit bubbles up at the woman who had reduced to this pitiful mindless state. Just then the door opened and Trish turned to see Timmy standing in the doorway. He had on his favourite purple Teletubbies T-shirt and nothing else, his wee-wee dangling in plain view. Trish always thought he was the cutest when he wandered around like this. The fact that he had bothered to put on a shirt but not any undies was the epitome of toddler innocence. The fact that his favourite shirt was purple, a colour he’d never have been caught dead in as a teen, heightened the effect. Now the half-naked young man was staring curiously at the scene before him, sucking his thumb. He looked at Jess and then at Trish. "Momma, why mommy Jess actin’ wike a baby?" he asked.

Before Trish could think of what to say Mrs. Dover had intervened. "She’s acting like a baby, Timmy, because she is a baby now. She’s not your mommy anymore, she’s your baby sister now."

Timmy looked confused and began to play with himself absent-mindedly with his free hand. "Momma is baby now?"

"Yes sweetie and mommy Trish is going to be your baby sister Trishy in a moment too."

Timmy looked at Trish in wonder and smiled, giggling. "Momma gonna be baby!" he yelled.

"Yes, but she’s afraid Timmy. We need to help her out. SHe just needs to fill her tummy with nice yummy milk and then she’ll be a happy little baby just like Matty and Jimmy."

Before Trish even knew it she found herself being hugged by Timmy. Her head was swimming now and she couldn’t even recall how long he’d been standing there. What was going on?

The hug was so comforting for her, so loving and close. She patted Timmy’s bare bum as he whispered, "Mommy you gotta fill up your tummy," into her ear.

She looked into his adoring eyes and she realised something. As much as she enjoyed being loved and needed, Timmy was enjoying this hug even more than her. He was feeling safe and taken care of and loved in a whole better way. He was the one standing here with the freedom to have his weenie hanging out, a warm hand on his bare skin, muddy free toesies wiggling in the carpet. In her muddled milk-addled brain she could no longer fathom why she was fighting this so. A new warm hand ran thru her hair and felt so nice and a lovely voice said, "Yes sweetie, it’s time to put some warm milk in your tum-tum."

And Trish found herself being guided down to the floor and her head laid back on the warm bare skin of the young woman’s thighs. Trish looked up at the wet smiling face above her as a hand guided the round boob towards her. The soft fleshy teat slipped between her lips and she found the urge to suck irresistible. Warm, sweet milk filled her mouth and ran down her throat. It seemed to warm her to the very core, radiating the wonderful heat throughout her body. The boob became her universe for the moment. She was barely aware of the other people in the room, the things being done to her. She could feel things being removed, but couldn’t focus long enough to know what. Thoughts drifted in and out of her head and all she could do was suckle as time lost meaning to her.

Then without warning the soft flesh between her lips, the blessed warm thing, was pulled away and she was being sat up. Someone was pulling at her hair. She looked up into a familiar face, a big woman. But she not remember name. Her hair in pig-tails now, pretty pig-tails. SHe feels warm and wet down below and she sees that some wet clothing is in a pile beside her. She recognises the things that big people put on their feet, they were hers but now she can see her toes. She wiggles them, it feels nice to have them all free, no more big person things on them. The familiar lady takes her hands and helps her stand. She looks at her really close and funny and says some things. She only knows a few of the words and she can’t put them together.

There’s a mirror by the door and she see herself in it. She next to Timmy and now she wearing t-shirt and nothing else. She remembers vaguely thinking Timmy not wearing undies or pants was cute. She must be cute now too. She look down at the floor. There’s a girl there, she ’member she was friend. She playing with bright shiny thing, chewing it. She looks dumb. Timmy hug her, she feel hand on bum-bum, feels nice, she giggles. Timmy pat back and she get funny feeling in tummy. She make a big noise and stuff come out mouth, she spit up. And as she does that her head gets all airy and she dizzy. Legs all jelly and sit on bum. Think too hard now, words all gone. People make noises she not know. There a shiny pretty thing. She touch it, feels hard. She chew it, yummy, feel good to chew.

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Sue Dover and Linda Kern sat on the deck enjoying the afternoon sun. "It is nice to be needed and they certainly need us now," Sue mused.

Linda nodded in agreement. "Any more and we’ll be starting a cr?che. Thanks for the help Sue. When I couldn’t find the doctor again I didn’t know what to do. I just knew we couldn’t allow the girls to give up their youths raising the boys."

"No, of course not. They’re much happier this way."

Timmy, Matty and Jimmy all sat in a kiddie pool in the back yard splashing water and giggling gleefully. Jimmy and Matty wore swim diapers, Timmy wore nothing at all. Tommy was sitting just inside in the kitchen with his legs splayed out banging on pots and pans and crowing his delight at the sounds he was making, drumming his heels on the linoleum floor. The two teen girls were playing right on the deck at the feet of the two women. While both had been the mommies before, it was now they who were playing baby games at the feet of the adults. The very concept of sitting in a chair was now beyond the mental capacity of the infantized duo. The two beauties were playing nude in the warm sun. Jess was lying on her side quietly mouthing her toes. Trish, who had fought it for so long, was now reclined on her back on the deck exposing all her assets without a scrap of modesty. Linda would drop water droplets on the girl’s head from a wet towel and Trish squealed with excitement batting her hands uselessly in the air, reaching for the towel that was always out of reach, clapping her hands together and peddling her long bare legs and bare feet in the air. When she failed to grasp the towel yet again, she simply grabbed her legs behind the knees and curled into a ball, blowing raspberries up at the grown-ups.

 

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