Rebecca's (Dee Dee's) Story

Chapter 4
Adoption

Chapter Description: Rebecca wakes back up and goes through her first diaper change.

When I came to I was back in my cage, still naked. I got up from the bed, the three giants came over and were cooing over me, I was way over the cooing by this point. Allison held up a mirror to me and I looked at all the changes. I had new hair and new eyes, my boobs, butt and thighs were bigger, making me look fat. Well "fat" is such a strong word, I still looked attractive, but I preferred myself the other way. The machine had also made me smaller, maybe about 6 inches shorter, so everything looked even bigger. On top of everything else, I had to pee. "Everything looks correct, also keep in mind that the machine also took care of that monthly problem these human women have. She will still be healthy, but she can’t get pregnant now. I think you can get her dressed and be on your way", Allison said as she handed the blonde woman a diaper and the man a onesie. Well at least I don’t have to worry about my monthly "gift" from mother nature any more, but I’m still not sure about the pregnant part.

Dr. Allison picked me up for the last time and handed me to the blonde woman. She took me over to a side station, it was a changing table. I started to fight, but that only ended in my first spanking from her, my butt was so red by the end, but it being bigger did make the spanking hurt a little bit less, not by much though. The blonde woman, I’ll just call her "mommy" for now on, put me down and used the strap that went over my stomach to make sure I wouldn’t fall off. Dr. Allison was giving her instructions the entire time. She got some Vaseline and started to rub it into my butt, I was humiliated. She then took some cream and rubbed it all over me, down there. I hated this woman, I hated all three of them now, but her rubbing me down there started to turn me on again. This world gives you so many mixed feelings, I hate it here. She then started in with the baby powder, I used to love that smell when I babysat when I was a teen, but I definitely hated smelling it now. Lastly came the diaper. She held my legs up in the air placed it underneath my bottom. It was surprisingly comfortable, but I still didn’t want to wear it. If I had the choice I would have stayed naked. She put my legs back down and taped it to me. I had just had my first diaper on since I was a toddler. My self-esteem just took a huge nose-dive.

I remember babysitting when I was in high school and college, I must have changed at least 100 babies back then, but now I was the one being baby powdered and diapered. The couple then put me in the onesie, I had long given up fighting by this point, but I think having the buttons snapped at the crotch was the breaking point, I started to cry. My mommy picked me up and laid my head on her breast. She had that same intoxicating perfume/smell that I smelled on Dr. Allison earlier, it did help me relax, but only for a minute. I had to pee for about 15 minutes now, I had been holding it for as long as I could.

I started moving back and forth, started shaking my leg, anything to keep me from doing what I already knew was going to happen. "What’s wrong sweetie?" Mommy asked. "I think you’re going to have a get another diaper ready. Most of the new babies always have to pee right after they get out of the machine, they’re not use to their new little bladders, are you sweetness?" Dr. Allison said as I tried anything and everything to not do it, but finally, I let go. Well diary, that was the first time I used my diaper. It hadn’t been on for 5 minutes and I used it. I was in shock, I couldn’t believe I just did that! Then I remembered her saying I would have less controls over my bladder, and bowels, I didn’t even want to think about that. The three giants again laughed at me as mommy said she felt the warmth, then laughed even more as she told Daddy to grab another diaper.

Mommy used a wipe to clean me this time, man those things are cold! I still get a small shiver when she changes me. Anyway, I had my new diaper on, then she held me up and let me stand on my own. It felt so weird standing up. First off the diaper pushes your legs out some, so you really do have to waddle and then second I wasn’t use to my bigger chest, butt and thighs. I felt so disoriented. They all remarked on my diapered butt, saying they were glad to make it and my thighs bigger. They said it made me look so cute, I said it made me look fat, but whatever, what am I going to do about it now? They picked me up off of the changing table and put me in a baby seat. Apparently Dr. Allison’s "adoption agency" gives new parents a bunch of new baby things. Daddy made two trips to the car with bags filled with stuff for me: diapers, lotions, baby powder, toys, the baby seat itself, etc.. Before we left Dr. Allison gave me a kiss on the forehead and for the cherry on top of this terrible day, she put a pacifier in my mouth. I really did look like a baby. "Oh, I forgot to ask you, what is her new name going to be?" Dr. Allison asked before we walked out the door. "Dee Dee", mommy answered with a smile. I hated that name with a passion, but I just closed my eyes. They hooked me into the back seat of their minivan, that’s right a minivan, as if the day couldn’t get any worse, and we were off to our new home.

Well diary, that’s the story of how I first got to this world. I’ve been here about a month now and while I haven’t gotten used to life here, it is becoming easier. I’m sure they just gave me this journal to draw and color in, but I’ve decided to use it as my personal diary. To write down not only my story, but other people’s story.

I am a reporter and journalist after all. I plan on interviewing as many of us "babies" as possible. There are so many people just like me at daycare, it’s ridiculous, I guess I should have looked into those stories of people disappearing when I was still a news reporter, huh?

Hopefully, with these interviews I can start to piece some information together. Maybe somebody knows something that could get us back to normal and with any luck, get us home. I don’t even know what these giants are. I heard one of the "preschoolers" say they’re aliens that can’t have children, but who knows. At the very worst it’ll give me something to keep me busy, it is so boring here!

Well, mommy just called me for lunch, I wonder what’s on the menu today. Baby food or breast milk? Diary, that’s a whole other subject! So until next time, I’m Rebecca Smith or at least I used to be, signing off.