Happiness is in the Heart
  by DS

Contains: masturbation, lesbian sex, humiliation, babification

Chapter 1: Salvation

Erin felt the need. Addiction... to her it meant nothing more than warm, happy feelings when she indulged it, and cold, harsh misery when she fought it. She felt herself slowly sliding down into that wretched hell again, her last shot almost a day ago now. New candy was just a handful of cash away; she shivered, her mind already anticipating the warm ecstasy it would let her rise into. But she was broke. Fired from her accounting job when they found out about her habits, she had been unemployed for almost a year now. Her savings had run dry months ago, but her need for her candy was relentless... she couldn't borrow money from her friends anymore, they knew where it would go, knew they'd never see it again. Stealing from them had been a hurdle for her, but her need was strong; they found out around the time it became habit, leading them to avoid her, and she needed a new source of revenue.

Greg, a remote friend of a friend, who supplied her needs from day one, had offered some... options to her, options she had loathed, but with no other connections, she had no choice... In retrospect, she was fortunate to be a good-looking blonde in her early twenties, fortunate her generous breasts and butt had met with Greg's approval. Her needs were so pressing that Greg even got her to have sex with some of his other clients as payment, but she knew what that made her, she was slipping down to the lowest of the low - an addicted whore. She sighed with a morose smile - she hated these depressing thoughts. Her candy always made the thoughts go away, but tonight, for the first time, Greg had ignored her at his door, ignored her desperate pleading, her pathetic promises. And her need for her fix was starting to wrack her body.

The shrill sound of the doorbell startled her; she wasn't expecting anyone, she hardly ever got visitors these days, but Greg had her address, maybe... She flashed past the mirror, quickly readjusting her silk robe to reveal more of her ample cleavage, checked her lipstick, tussled her long blonde hair... realizing just how much of a whore she actually looked. As she rushed to the door, she shamefully prayed it'd be enough to seduce him.

Erin's enthusiasm vanished when she opened the door to a pair of ladies, clad in stylized white and grey uniforms, greeting her with a warm, disarming smile. "Good evening - Erin Valence? We-" "-I'm... I'm not interested in anything" Erin interrupted with the best apologetic smile she could muster, preparing to close the door again while she covered up her excess cleavage. "Miss Valence, my name is Ruby Yates, I'm from the Redleaf Rose clinic - are you all set to go?" the dark-skinned woman asked. "What? I'm sorry, I don't know anything about a clinic..." "Ah - that's odd... usually our clients are contacted in advance..." "You're definitely on our list though, miss Valence, so don't worry about that" the other lady chimed in, glancing over her handheld chart.

Erin was no stranger to clinics. First her friend and colleague Patricia had helped her into a detox treatment, so that she could pass the company medical examination... she didn't even last a day; despite all the warnings she had bailed out and taken the bus home, subsequently the medical exam revealed her activities, and she promptly got fired. Her following depression led to more drugs, enough to convince Patricia and other friends to get her admitted into rehab a total of three times, each institute more useless than the last. She couldn't stand the preaching, the guilt, the feigned compassion. All of it just depressed her more and more, and the only good thing she got out of it was... free candy. She looked up with an apologetic smile.

"Well... as you can see, I'm not even dressed, I really didn't know..." "That's not a problem either miss" the other lady spoke reassuringly. "We can send along some employees to gather what's necessary later on, and you can come with us right away". "Looking like this?" Erin fidgeted, but the ladies didn't even blink, simply nodding in unison. "Our vehicle has blinded windows, we believe in proper discretion" Ruby added. Erin didn't understand what was going on, but if she could secure her candy for tonight, that was good enough for her.

She spent the ride in an uncomfortable haze of anticipation, a craving that dulled out her surroundings. The seat in front of her held a Redleaf Rose Clinic leaflet, which she flipped through just long enough to confirm it as some expensive private rehab center. That would explain why the vehicle was heading out of town, the exact area difficult to discern through the darkness; probably the Glendale area, judging by the illuminated mansions glowing in the distance. Neither of the ladies spoke during the ride, but at least that meant no demeaning questions or thinly-veiled pity. Gravel crunching underneath the car tires finally broke the silence, and after what seemed like a strangely long drive across the noisy road, miss Yates turned around with a smile. "We've arrived, miss. Welcome to the Redleaf Rose clinic".

"Miss Valence, this is Melody, and this is Sarah, they will be your private nurses during your stay at the Redleaf Rose - you have a scheduled meeting with the administrator in the morning, but for now I hope you get a good night's rest". "Bye" Erin whispered sheepishly to miss Yates, who left her with a brunette and girl with her long black hair in a tight ponytail, both wearing impeccable white nurse uniforms, complete with old-fashioned nylon stockings and high heels - her 'private nurses'? She felt seriously underdressed now - the lobby of the clinic was massive, the walls covered with rich mahogany, the marble floor polished to a mirror shine - it seemed much more like an exclusive health club than something to help poor addicts fight their habit. "I didn't get time to pack, or even change" Erin explained as Sarah, the energetic brunette, giggled at her clothing as she took her hand. Her demeanor didn't seem very professional, but they both seemed young, perhaps even younger than her, and she was too dazzled to take offense.

Sarah and Melody guided her through endless corridors into what resembled a hotel room: simple furniture and fixtures that didn't seem to match the rest of the mansion; the light colors and shelf with a stuffed toy gave it an innocent feel. "This is the room that was reserved for you - the bathroom is through that door, and we'll frequently check up on you to make sure you have everything you need" Melody explained in a professional tone. Everything she needed? "What about my clothes?" Erin asked, plucking uncomfortably at her silk robe. "I'll go get you some pajamas" Sarah smiled; while looking older than Melody, her childish demeanor still made Sarah seem younger somehow. Erin left it at that, as another wave of displeasure washed over her. She needed to cash in, and quick. "Umm... excuse me, it's been kind of long since... you know. I'm starting to feel pretty shitty, I don't know if it's okay with regulations here, but... c-can I have some..." To her surprise, Melody seemed to perk up. "Oh, you want drugs? Don't worry - we've already prepared some for you - it's probably not what you're used to, but I promise you'll enjoy it".

Erin sat down cautiously as Melody and Sarah left the room - were they just going to give her drugs? Scanning her room for the promised reward, she spotted a large bottle on her bedside table, filled with a milky white liquid. A rubber teat was screwed onto the top of the bottle, completing its resemblance to... "Uh... is it the stuff in the baby bottle?" She wanted to sound more indignant, but even she herself could hear the desperation in her voice. "Yep!" Sarah confirmed a little too cheerfully, then closed the room door with a well-oiled click.

Erin felt her hands tremble as she reached for the bottle. She really did feel shitty, a nauseous feeling she had grown accustomed to, which grew and grew and grew until it became an undeniable demand for her candy. "This had better work" she mumbled to herself, struggling with the plastic screw cap. Her head pounded as she exerted herself trying to get some movement going, but the cap didn't budge a bit, the rubber teat flopping against her increasingly painful fingers. "Ahh, stupid thing" she finally groaned, resolving to plopping the teat between her lips and sucking a good squirt of the stuff into her mouth. It was sweet, yet light, lukewarm, containing a mysterious ethereal quality that brought a smile to her lips. Or was it the anticipation of the good buzz that caused that? The first taste immediately left her thirsting for more, the frustration of forced small gulps alleviated by the incredible taste, and with undeniable warmth spreading through her, her sickness slowly began to fade.

Her hands weren't shaking anymore... and she felt... good. Light. Warm. She briefly wondered what kind of substitute could have such a fast and... enjoyable effect, but the warm glow made it difficult to care. The misery was gone, and a new, soothing feeling had taken over. After a last, hopeful sip on the empty bottle she placed it back on her nightstand, resting her head on her pillow, not tired, just enjoying the strange feeling flowing through her. She got her fix. She was safe. Parting her legs a little, she realized now she would normally be paying Greg for his candy - her body seemed to remember, and with a warm sigh she brushed aside her robe, uncovering her breasts. She hadn't needed Greg tonight, but she somehow got used to it, got used to the sex, enjoyed it even, and now that she was safe and comfortable again, she felt her sexual hunger build. Alone in the strange room, she surrendered to that hunger, surrendered to the blissful haze her bottled drug put her in.

Erin shot up in bed, for a moment entirely confused about what time it was, where she was or how she got there. A cardboard leaflet stood on her bedside, depicting a curled red rose, and slowly her memories of last night dawned on her. In her despair, she let herself be admitted into yet another clinic... what had she been thinking? Her recollections now vivid, she remembered the women at her door... did she really open the door wearing nothing but her gown? Worse - she went out, accompanied by strangers, wearing nothing but that flimsy gown? The other woman had said she was on the program list, and last night she hadn't given that, let alone much else, any thought, but now she was trying to piece together who would sign her up for something like this. After a short moment, she realized that she couldn't think of anyone who still cared enough about her to bother with a thing like that, not after the fight she had with Patricia. She shivered momentarily, suddenly feeling more awake and clear than she had felt in almost a year. She didn't feel the brooding nausea she had gotten used to in the mornings, because...

With a big smile, she recalled the drugs she took last night. The warm rush, the bliss... she blushed as she realized she had masturbated under its influence, right here on this bed, not even bothering to cover up after her orgasm, lying half-naked and panting, when... She looked down, confirming she was in pajamas. Sarah had brought them for her, as she requested, but she had been naked on her bed when she entered, and Sarah had actually helped her into them. She let a stranger dress her while she was lost in nude post-orgasmic bliss... how could she have let that happen?

Gingerly pacing through her room looking for some clothes, she concluded she only had herself to blame. But whatever grip her addiction seemed to have had on her, she felt no trace of it now, an undeniably pleasant realization. A short knock on her door startled her, and she quickly sat back down on the bed. "Morning, Erin" Sarah chimed; Melody followed in her wake with a stack of towels. When did she stop being miss Valence? "G-good morning... umm I'm really sorry, if it's alright with you two, I'd like my clothes so I can go home again..." "Oh, you can't leave yet... not until you've spoken to the administrator of the clinic". "You don't understand... I shouldn't be here, there must've been some mistake, I..." "We'll get you cleaned up first though" Melody promptly interrupted her, and Erin just nodded nervously, her stress levels steadily rising.

While Melody was drafting a bath, Sarah was folding her silken gown, draped across the table opposite to the bed. Erin shifted on the covers, fidgeting with her pajamas, sizing up the young nurse. "Err... about last night, Sarah, I'm really sorry, I was totally out of it, and..." "Oh, it's okay" Sarah replied, finishing up the gown. "Melody says the stuff is supposed to be stimulating, so don't worry about it". Did she imply sexually stimulating, or had that just been her? "Yeah, but..." "No need to be shy" Sarah whispered, briefly resting her hand on Erin's shoulder, weirding her out even further. Avoiding Sarah's smile in her embarrassment, her eyes wandered around the room, discovering a new bottle the nurses left on the table. She swallowed nervously, expecting shivers, sweating, but... nothing. No pathetic need. No miserable craving. Just her thirst, and guilty longing for the careless pleasure of last night...

"D-do you think I could...?" Erin weakly pointed to the bottle. Slim chance considering the clinic she was in, but why else would they put the stuff there? Sarah smiled, handing her the bottle without any fuss. "Just a little for now though - you can have plenty more later" Erin accepted the bottle, ignoring Sarah's giggle when she failed to unscrew the rubber teat from the bottle yet again. "Why does it have that thing anyway?" she muttered, half-hoping Sarah would at least turn away to give her some privacy. "So you won't spill anything, silly" Sarah replied in an all too serious tone. She felt ridiculous bringing the teat to her lips, sucking the liquid in while Sarah observed her. But the milky drink was so good. Her apprehensions just seemed to melt away with each slurp, not even caring about Sarah gently stroking her hair while she drank. "That's enough for now, don't you think?" Sarah stopped her, taking the bottle from her mouth - Erin looked up blearily, moaning in disappointment.

Walking alongside Melody, leading her by her hand through the halls and corridors of the compound, Erin slowly came down from the warm buzz the drug had put her in. Sarah had undressed her, and they had helped her into the bath, sponged her, shampooed her hair, rinsed, lifted her out, rubbed her dry, clothed her in the unknown slacks she was wearing... it felt nice not to have to do anything herself, but as the drug wore off, her unease over letting the nurses do that to her swiftly returned. The stuff made her feel so good, but it seemed to take away her inhibitions, made her docile. She couldn't afford to lose control like that if she wanted to get out of here. Sarah was walking at her other side, waving to other nurses they passed - it struck Erin just how many there were, easily outnumbering the sparse patients. She avoided eye contact, not interested in familiarizing with the staff or the other, uniformly dressed occupants of the place; she'd speak with the administrator, explain the situation and be on her way home again. A twinge of misery crept up on her as she thought about home, and the issues she'd need to face there.

"Come in" a middle-aged woman with tightly-bound black hair commanded, gesturing to a single chair positioned before her large desk before turning back to her computer screen. Erin shivered briefly - she was barefoot, and the humming air conditioning in the corner was doing its job too well; the office was chilly. She sat down gingerly, the plastic seating cold underneath her; as nervous as she was, she also realized she could use a bathroom visit. "Miss Valence" the administrator read from the screen, tapping in some last commands before dramatically turning towards her. "My name is Cameron Meers; as administrator of the Redleaf Rose clinic, allow me to properly welcome you into our care". "Y-yes about that" Erin sputtered. "I think there's been some kind of mistake, I won't be staying here... it's just all been very confusing, but I'd really just like to go home". Meers gave her a puzzled look through her steel-rimmed glasses, then turned back to her screen. "Erin Valence, aged twenty-three, unemployed since August last year, brief history of marijuana use, experimented with heroine,..." she paused, looking back at Erin; "...and confirmed addiction to cocaine. This isn't you?"

"Well... yes, ma'am, but..." Erin muttered, embarrassed to be presented with such detailed facts, being used to vague, patronizing references to 'her problem'. "Then there's no mistake - you have a full reservation for this clinic". "By who? I mean... who made the reservation?" Meers just smiled thinly in response. "Do you understand the purpose of this institution, Erin?" Erin felt like she was back at school, the headmistress grilling her for answers. "Umm... it's a rehab clinic I thought?" "Correct. We have medication developed specifically for this clinic to alleviate the physical toll that fighting addiction brings, and offer round-the-clock support for our patients in their mental struggle". Having experienced the strange milky drug, Erin could attest to the alleviation claim - she felt no need for cocaine, no urge... at least not yet, but she still didn't know who put her here in the first place. "We specialize in the difficult cases, Erin. People who aren't strong enough mentally to pull through on their own. We don't believe in lectures or guilt at the Redleaf Rose. We believe in allowing people to choose their own pace of recovery, with a unique system to motivate-". A short buzz interrupted her, and after a quick look on her monitor Meers rose from her seat. "If you'll excuse me for a moment, Erin - I'll be right back".

Erin sat in silent thought, idly rubbing her arms. It sounded nice, not being pressured into anything. Somebody apparently paid for her stay - she could keep taking the medication and forget about her future for a while... but that wouldn't make her future go away. She knew she was in trouble, trouble that went beyond her addiction. Being out of cash, she'd need to get a job again, get up early, come home tired... and there was no telling what Greg would do if she could earn a stable income. She hated what tomorrow might bring. The door behind her suddenly swung open again, startling her just as a rush of cold air passed by her. "Sorry about that, Erin". Recognizing the treacherous shiver, she clasped her crotch in distress, but was too late to stop a spurt escaping; the cloth under her hand quickly turning warm and wet. "Is something wrong?" Meers informed while a dark stain spread down her crotch as clear evidence of her misfortune; tears welled up in her eyes. "I-I'm s-sorry, I..." Erin sputtered, shakily rising from the now moist seat, a second spurt adding to her humiliation.

"I'm really sorry miss, the draft, it... I... this never happens to me, I don't know why..." Erin sobbed, but Meers seemed unmoved. "Sit down, Erin". "B-but..." "You can clean up later. The chair has a plastic cover, it'll be fine". Blushing furiously, Erin followed the strict instructions, cringing when her wet crotch squished onto the seat. Meers put down a bottle on the desk before her, the milky white liquid inside it sloshing quietly. "This is what we call Baby Milk. I take it you've sampled some of it already, hmm?" Erin slowly nodded, still in shock over what just happened, and confused as to why Meers seemed to be brushing it aside so casually. "This is more than just a medicine, as you've probably experienced. It's our one-stop solution to addiction, containing all the ingredients for a swift recovery. The first component I've already explained - specialized chemical agents that counter most physical cravings for typical addiction. But just curing the physical symptoms won't do - our patients would simply relapse as the mental need prevails".

"That's where the second component comes in - Baby Milk is a potent narcotic itself. While it has no physically addictive qualities, it produces the kind of ethereal pleasures any other drug could only hope to offer, designed to render the choice between our new drug and their old drug trivial. It's mentally addictive, but if our patients insist on using drugs, they're free to use ours". Erin couldn't help ogle the bottle - she knew the stuff was good, and yea, it probably was better than what she used to take. Were they really offering this Baby Milk for free? "Looks like we've already forgotten about our wet pants, haven't we?" Meers mused, tapping the bottle in emphasis. Erin blushed again, miffed this woman went from ignoring it to purposefully embarrassing her about it, but... the baby bottle, the name of the drug, her sudden accident... "You can understand we needed some incentive for our patients to stop taking it. And that proved to be quite simple. The third component of Baby Milk is a heavy cocktail of diuretics, laxatives, muscle relaxants and other such chemicals". Erin gasped, suddenly understanding what was going on. "Simply put, the medicine slowly takes away your control over your basic bodily functions".

"You made me pee myself for drinking that stuff? Why didn't anyone tell me... why would you do a thing like that?!" Meers rose from her seat, suddenly intimidating again, and Erin cringed. "Erin... I consider myself a bit of a mother here. I regard the patients as my children, that need to be protected until they're strong enough to face the world outside. I give my children a choice - to reject the milk and regain their self-control, or to give in and continue drinking it. There is nothing wrong with giving in, and you shouldn't feel bad about drinking it while you recover - our patients can follow their own pace, as I explained. However, if you drink too much Baby Milk, your body will begin to regress, showing us that you are still but a child. You just wet yourself like a little girl, Erin. That's the motivation. You don't want to be a little girl, do you?"

Erin angrily bit her lip, trying to find the words to tell this woman to stuff her bottle somewhere private. If she had known the drink was spiked like that, she would've never... well... "This baby bottle is for you, Erin. You can leave it be, or drink it. You can stay, or leave the clinic. It's your choice. If you decide to stay, you'll start as a juvenile, the mature stage. Show me you don't need my milk, and I'll consider you as the responsible twenty-three year old that you should aspire to be, and you'll be free to go. You can also leave right away, but you'll have to return to your exciting life of lying, stealing and whoring yourself out for brief moments of chemical happiness. Wouldn't you rather stay here for a while?". The chair's plastic creaking underneath her wet pants, Erin briefly pondered. She knew her life was a wreck, a hell she had no idea how to escape from. "L-look, I'm just... I've been through a rough time, I..." "It's alright, Erin. Don't be afraid, we just want to help you". Steeled by the unexpected warmth in Meers' voice, Erin rose from the seat, trying to nonchalantly collect the bottle. Meers guided her out, gesturing Sarah and Melody from the doorway. Both of them giggled when they saw the embarrassing dark spot in her pants, but all Erin could think of was the lukewarm bottle of milk in her hand.

"Just lie back" Sarah whispered, supporting her back with her hand. Suckling softly on the bottle teat, Erin felt she was quickly losing track of what was going on. The walk back to her room had been humiliating, her accident visible to everyone, and she had begun drinking her milk the moment they came back to try to forget the stares and giggles. Melody had helped her out of her clammy pants and panties, and now Sarah was guiding her down onto the bed, spreading her legs apart without even a hint of shame. She closed her eyes, reminding herself they were both trained nurses; nudity was nothing strange to them. She gasped slightly when she felt something moist brush against her inner thigh, shifting her weight a bit. The bed felt funny underneath her; it crinkled and she seemed to be sitting on something softer. Melody was handling small wipes, cleaning her crotch for her - she blushed, but the wipes had a pleasant fragrance, and left a strange warmth where they passed.

Getting pampered like this felt nice. She recognized the naughty smile on Sarah's face as she began cleaning her pussy, and part of her hoped the nurse would accidentally slip her fingers in... God, what was she thinking, she wasn't... She bit her lip, stopping herself from just giving in and taking matters into her own hands. She was getting used to the drug, she felt she could stay in control, ignore the... soft squishing her lips were making as Sarah dabbed them with the wipe. What she would give for a hard cock in her pussy right now... Sarah had to know... know how hot and wet she was. She stopped sucking her bottle for a moment, her breath heavier, but smiling apologetically, she resumed suckling when Melody joined Sarah. It wasn't until Melody began spreading a strange powder near her crotch that she stirred - she was clean, why did they need to... "Annnnd there you go" Sarah smiled, taping two ends onto a crinkling white flap... "W-wha?" Erin mumbled, staring at her crotch in disbelief. Soft, bulky white undergarments... "A diaper???!" she wailed, dropped the bottle next to her and clasped the crinkling padding.

"Shhh... don't worry about it" Melody whispered, patting her head reassuringly. "B-but... I'm a grown woman... I don't need a... a diaper" Erin slurred, protesting through her warm haze. "Ofcourse you don't, honey... you don't have to use your diaper, you can go to the bathroom whenever you need to". "But just incase you have another accident, your diaper will keep you nice and dry". Memories of her miserable screw-up briefly surfacing in her foggy thoughts, nice and dry sounded good enough to quiet her down while her nurses dressed her in what appeared to be the standard patient uniform - a short green skirt and white blouse, which turned out to flatter her ample chest in an almost indecent fashion. Despite her shame she smiled weakly, wiggling her toes into offered knee-length white cotton socks. It was just a precaution... "There... that looks a lot better than the wet slacks, right?" Sarah helped her up, guiding her over to the wall-length mirror, and while she tied her blonde tresses into a simple ponytail, Erin wasn't so sure. She could see her skirt bulge around her diaper, which crinkled softly with her movement, and embarrassingly her aroused nipples were clearly visible through the blouse.

It was lunchtime - walking hand-in-hand with Sarah through the compound, Erin felt strange; the padding between her legs was comfortable in a way, but the pressure and soft friction against her pussy was constantly reminding her of her arousal. "Umm, can I use the bathroom first?" she inquired, the soft socks causing her to almost slip when she stopped walking. "Ah, sure" Sarah replied, leading her over to the restroom; her cooperation slightly worried Erin. "I'll be okay on my own" she smiled, and after a short moment of hesitation, Sarah nodded and let her go in. She sighed with relief as she closed the stall door behind her, finally on her own after a crazy morning. Lifting her skirt, she sat down on the toilet lid, blushing as she stared at the protective underwear. There was no way Sarah bought her excuse of needing to use the bathroom... sneaking her hand into the waistband of her diaper, she sighed in satisfaction as her fingers finally reached their destination, the white padding crinkling rhythmically as she began pleasuring herself.

Erin had always enjoyed sex, masturbating from an early age on, and despite her shyness her good looks had always secured boyfriends for her. But she had never had an orgasm like last night, the combination of the chemical bliss and her physical climax bringing her raw, simple pleasure like she hadn't felt before. She wanted to feel like that again, and with every stroke of her fingers she felt her body heat up more from the brewing warmth the diaper had accidentally rubbed her into. Smiling, she closed her eyes and softly bit her lower lip to keep herself from crying out in passion. God, she was close already... despite being in a public place, wearing a diaper of all things, she was so close... A high-pitched moan startled her, and she clasped her mouth, her heart pounding with sudden anxiety and excitement. A softer second moan told her it wasn't her, but that meant... there was someone else in the restroom with her! With flushed cheeks, she tried to keep down her breath, hoping her own activities were a bit more covert than the other girl's, too weirded out to finish what she had started.

The sounds left nothing to imagination - the girl apparently had the same idea as her, and Erin was almost jealous hearing her clear moans intensify until a hoarse cry followed by a soft thud ushered a strange silence in the restroom. After some soft panting died down, a stall door opened and closed, and realizing she never fully closed her stall door, Erin nervously put on her skirt again as quietly as she could manage. Through the opening of the door, she could see a pretty teenaged girl with flawless blonde hair standing at the sink; the girl was washing her hands, the mirror giving Erin a glimpse of her face. She seemed almost angelic, her porcelain cheeks flushed crimson like a precious, fragile doll, her breath still shallow - she was impossibly cute. Only then she realized the girl had noticed her, staring back at her through the mirror with frightened blue eyes and a deepening blush, and Erin shot back into her stall in embarrassment while the girl hurried out.

Recovered from her bizarre restroom experience, lunch was a welcome distraction - organized as a communal meal, Sarah led her to a long table in the dining hall, where several chattering patients were already enjoying their lunch. It reminded her of the boarding schools she attended, except for the abundant nurses in the room, politely monitoring their patients from a distance. Being late, she settled for the closest free seat, nodding shyly to the woman on her right. Reaching for some bread, she realized the beet-red face to her left belonged to the girl from the restroom, casting down her eyes in shame, and turning crimson herself, she wracked her brains trying to think of something reassuring to say. But she couldn't possibly bring up... "Hi there... my name is Audrey - you're new here, aren't you?" Erin spun back to the woman on her right, and nodded nervously, glad to be saved. "I-I'm Erin" she stammered, dropping the bread to shake Audrey's offered hand. "Hi Erin - welcome to the clinic, I've been here for two months myself, but I'm six days dry, so..." "Six days, wow" Erin smiled, trying to hide her little understanding of what that meant exactly.

"So, what are -you- in for anyway?" Audrey asked with a wink, resting on the wide sofa Erin found her on after the woman left early from lunch - the few pleasantries they exchanged during lunch had made Audrey a... friend of sorts, and she turned out to be quite disarming company. "Um, drug addiction..." Erin whispered sheepishly, her eyes roaming across the lounge. A television set was playing in the background, made almost inaudible by the chatter of a group of girls at a nearby table. It was strange - she expected skinny, ugly, decrepit drug addicts, lecherous males ogling her tits at every corner, but this clinic seemed to have none of those. Thinking back to her arrival, she realized Greg had been the last man she saw in a while; it felt kind of liberating, like a big slumber party of sorts. Besides, no guy would be interested in her anyway as long as she was asked to wear this diaper. "Was it bad?" She turned back to Audrey and nodded. "Yeah, it was..." she started, not entirely comfortable sharing her life story with the woman just yet, but not minding when she pulled her into a comforting hug. "You're safe here, honey".

Erin felt strange as Audrey hugged her, the woman's large bosom pressed against hers. It was an unexpected but welcome kind of intimacy, a feeling of friendship and safety she hadn't felt in a long time, and she guiltily broke off the hug early as it was making her nervous. "Thanks Audrey... s-so what about you?" "Well, who cares!" she laughed, but seeing Erin's blush, she toned down a bit. "Anti-depressants... lots of 'em, long period, simple story". "Ah..." Erin replied, but she hadn't planned beyond just returning the question, resulting in an awkward silence. "I had a miscarriage" Audrey suddenly continued, her voice quieted, and Erin regretted asking. "Lost my baby girl, couldn't handle it, took to pills to ease the hurt, but I had no control over myself, my hormones were all confused... thought the pills would keep me from feeling like that ever again..." Erin leaned forward, hugging Audrey this time, but she realized she wasn't empathizing so much as longing for the comfort of the embrace again. "Don't worry girl, I'm feeling much better now, thanks to this clinic. You'll get through as well, I'm sure of it". It was Audrey who broke off the hug after a while; Erin felt a bit dizzy, blushing as she found herself staring at Audrey's impressive chest.

"Heh... talking about it makes me want to take a drink from the milk, but..." Audrey sighed, picking up the bottle lying next to her. "I'm sorry..." Erin muttered, but Audrey seemed transfixed on the bottle with a strange resolve in her eyes, then slowly put it down again. "Nah, sharing the stories helps a lot more in the long run than drinking the milk to forget about them". She rose from the sofa, giving her a warm smile. "Anyway, nice to meet you Erin... I need to go talk to my nurses for a bit. Good luck with your recovery, okay? Just take it one day at a time... and stay strong - I know you can do it!" "Oh... nice to meet you too, Audrey - and thanks" Erin muttered, disappointed Audrey was leaving her again, but at least she knew somebody now. "Um, Audrey?" she called out. "Is it okay if I...?" she gestured to the bottle on the sofa, and Audrey hesitantly nodded, giving her a concerned look. Erin shuffled over on the sofa, bringing the bottle to her lips. Thinking about her addiction depressed her... hearing Audrey's sad story... she wanted to feel good again; getting 'fixed' could wait until tomorrow. At least she didn't feel too embarrassed about drinking from the bottle anymore, as it seemed to be a common activity.

Erin woke up in a haze, slowly realizing she had dozed off, and while it was difficult to tell how long she slept, she felt less ridiculous when she noticed two other girls sleeping on adjacent sofas. She sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes, the pleasant warmth in her body informing her the milk was still soothing her, and she yawned. So she was safe here... her bladder nagged, probably the reason why she woke up. The side effects of the milk could cause that, but she was in control... as long as she didn't drink too much, didn't that Meers woman say something like that? And she wore a diaper anyway; would anyone even notice if she had an accident? Her eyes brightened with a sudden suspicion, and she tilted her head over to her sleeping neighbor to confirm it: the girl's tousled skirt partially revealed her round butt, wrapped in a white diaper. If they all drank the milk... looking around, she finally realized all the girls in the lounge had similar roundings underneath their skirts, and she sat back with a smile. They were all wearing diapers...

Chapter 2: Degradation

Erin felt slightly relieved. The girls here were basically all in the same trouble she was in... as embarrassing as her diaper was, at least she wasn't the only one that was forced to wear one. "U-umm... is this seat free?". Erin looked up in fright, straightening her skirt as fast as she could. It was the girl... the girl in the restroom, the one she sat next to at lunch... "Sure, yeah..." she smiled, trying to calm her thumping heart. The girl sat down at her side, but Erin still couldn't think of anything to say. "I'm Sophie Lovic, I'm new here... you sat next to me at... lunch, I thought..." the girl stammered, almost forgetting to offer her hand; Erin was just as clumsy to shake it. "Erin - I'm new here too, I guess". Sophie smiled back at her, but there was nothing but an awkward silence between the two again. Perhaps Sophie was just as eager to pretend the restroom incident never happened...

"You probably... heard me in there... right?" Sophie suddenly whispered, turning bright red. Erin, feeling very warm herself all of a sudden, nodded guiltily - so much for ignoring the incident. "I'm sorry, I..." she started, but Sophie shook her head. "I hope you don't think I'm a freak or something, I just really needed... you know". God, she was cute blushing desperately like that. "Don't worry about it... actually... I was kind of there for the same thing..." Erin added in a hushed voice, embarrassed to admit it to the girl, but needing something to comfort her with. Her heart sank as Sophie backed away in confusion, but then a smile appeared on the girl's delicate lips. "Oh, I'm so glad to hear that!!" she sang, and gently hugged her. Erin didn't know better than to hug back, losing herself in the sweet fragrance of Sophie's blonde tresses. Maybe the milk was still affecting her, but she felt strange, dazed... aroused, and all these people intimately hugging her only reminded her of her unfinished business.

"I wonder if my nurse knows what we were doing in there" Sophie mused; while embarrassing, the incident turned out to be a good ice breaker, and Erin enjoyed having someone to talk to rather than just watch television like a lot of other girls were doing. "If my nurses knew, I bet they'd insist I let them do it for me" she grinned, but to her surprise Sophie blushed with a distant look on her face. "R-really?" "I was just joking!!" she quickly recovered. "I mean, they're so meddlesome in everything; bathing me, brushing my hair, and what's up with the entire diaper thing, right?" "But we need to wear diapers..." Sophie interjected, smiling warmly. "Besides, don't you like how they feel?" "Hmm? They're... not bad I guess, but they're humiliating... and just because we drink the milk, that doesn't mean we actually need to wear them..." "Did you wet yours yet?" Erin blinked at Sophie, surprised how comfortable the girl seemed with the treatment. "Mine are wet... I needed to go after lunch, and it just..." the girl guiltily added. "But... doesn't that mean you have to stay here longer?" Erin inquired, uncertain of why Sophie was sharing such embarrassing details. "I like it here..." Sophie smiled, picking at the hem of her skirt.

That afternoon, Sophie's words kept playing around in her head. The girl had left to find her nurse shortly after they spoke, and when Sarah came to pick her up, she had refused to go along, wanting to be left alone to her thoughts. The teen drama on the screen couldn't captivate her; she couldn't help thinking about Sophie, about the awkward conversation they had, the hug that gave her all the wrong ideas. Sophie was adorable, but she didn't expect her to make her feel so... Then again, the milk had a way of messing with her mind - it was probably just her pent-up arousal and need for physical intimacy acting up at weird moments. The embarrassing remark about how she wet her diapers... she still hadn't gone herself, her bladder now nagging incessantly, but at least that meant she was still in control, as planned. If she kept dry for a couple of days, miss Meers would consider her ready to move back outside. Perhaps there was something to Sophie's approach... a wet diaper could cause all sorts of humiliating circumstances, but...

Blushing, she glanced around at the girls sitting and sleeping in her vicinity, then pulled her skirt into place while she parted her legs a little, her mind reeling with doubt over her crazy impulse. At the last moment she tried to hold back, to stop this stupidity, but it was too late - slowly the soft padding pressing against her sensitive sex grew hot and wet as she began peeing, her effort to stem the flow only making things worse. She shakily looked up, trying not to move as her wet diaper absorbed the last of it, but nobody seemed to notice - one of the girls gave her a short smile, but went right back to watching television. Erin sighed with relief. Even if they had noticed, why would they care? If they were still in this clinic, they probably all did it as well. Still blushing, she looked down at her skirt with a smile; she couldn't explain the sudden elated feeling she experienced, but it felt like... freedom. Audrey was right - she was safe here, safe to do whatever she liked. She was probably going to be here for a while - why not try to enjoy herself?

In the evening, sitting at the crowded dinner table, Erin realized why she'd have trouble enjoying herself. She didn't know the girls in her vicinity, and she was too shy to start up conversations with any of them; they all seemed to have their friends picked out, and sitting in her clammy wet diaper didn't instill her with much courage either. She had spotted Audrey and Sophie sitting together at the other end of the table, and despite her sheepish waving, it didn't appear they noticed her. It made her feel alone, feel stupid for arriving late and having to sit by herself. Even the lavish food, which certainly seemed wholesome enough, lost its taste as she could only watch Audrey and Sophie talk in the distance. Audrey was a nice woman, and Sophie seemed to be enjoying her company... glancing at the other groups at the table, she suddenly felt a jealous fear creep up on her - what if she ended up alone after all? She sighed, chewing thoughtfully on her salad. She had to take charge somehow...

After the dinner concluded, she gingerly walked over to the two, trying to ignore her wet diaper squishing with every step. It didn't feel as bad as she thought it would; it had a certain naughtiness to it that she enjoyed. "Hey Erin, over here!" Audrey called, and Erin realized she spaced out for a moment. "I heard you met Sophie already?" Audrey smiled, meeting her halfway, and Erin nodded, happy to know they at least talked about her. "She's a very sweet girl, but a bit fragile, you know? I was wondering if you could look after her a little while she's here, she has no other friends..." "Sure thing, no problem Audrey" Erin beamed, feeling warm with the sudden turn of events. Sophie looked at them with a thin smile, as if she knew what they were talking about. "Alright... take care, honey". Audrey hugged her before leaving; she seemed very affectionate that way, but Erin welcomed the intimacy. "I'll still see you in the morning, Sophie!" Audrey called back, and then she was gone.

"She's nice, huh?" Erin smiled as Sophie rose from her seat; the girl seemed a bit down, which Erin hadn't expected. "Yeah... she reminds me of my momma" Sophie murmured. It seemed a bit childish for the teenager to be missing her mother like that, but she could tell there was more going on. "She's leaving tomorrow, did you know?" "Who, Audrey? Why?" "Yeah... she's better again, miss Meers is discharging her, so..." "Oh... that's a shame". Erin bit her lip; despite her jealousy earlier, she liked Audrey, and now it appeared she was gone again. "Well, she doesn't really belong here anyway... she's so mature and responsible and stuff, and..." "Are you saying we're not?" Erin smiled, playfully poking Sophie's arm. "I know I'm not..." the girl whispered. "I'm glad you're here now, Erin". "You know, Sophie... I think I'll be here for a while as well...". Sophie looked up questioningly, and blushing, Erin moved a bit closer. "...I wet my diaper". "R-really?!" Sophie exclaimed; Erin was glad to see that big smile again. "Yeah... embarrassing, huh?"

"What did your nurses say?" Sophie quizzed, but Erin shook her head. "I didn't tell them... I'll change to a dry one myself in a bit". "Miss Judy was disappointed with me when I said I needed to be changed... your nurses seem nicer, though". "They're okay I guess... anyway, it's their fault we have to wear diapers in the first place, right?" Erin giggled. As the dining hall grew empty, she noticed their nurses finally moved in to collect their charges. "I guess this means goodbye - hey Sophie, want to come over to my room tonight so we can talk some more?" "Oh I'd love that" Sophie beamed, then smiled at the three approaching women. "Did you both enjoy your dinner, girls?"

"You must be Erin" a strict-looking nurse with tightly bound auburn hair smiled. "My name is Judy Green, I'm Sophie's nurse". "How do you do, ma'am" Erin stammered, slightly intimidated; Sophie stepped forward with a smile. "I'm still dry, miss Judy". Looking over at Sophie, Erin began to wonder why the girl seemed so eager to play along with the nurses here, when suddenly her skirt was lifted from behind, and a warm hand cupped her padded crotch, making her cringe as the wet padding squished against her mound. "Feels like Erin had an accident though" Sarah concluded, and mortified, Erin could only pull down her skirt again, her face beet red. "I didn't..." she stammered, but how could she explain she willingly wet herself, right in front of this nurse Judy? "She is indeed cute, girls. Take good care of her. Shall we go, Sophie?" Judy offered her hand, and Sophie sheepishly accepted it, waved to Erin, and was led on her way.

"It wasn't an accident" Erin whimpered when she was back in her room, lying back on the bed while Melody cleaned her crotch; Sarah was carefully folding her used diaper shut. "I needed to pee, but I was too lazy to get up, and I figured I was wearing a diaper anyway, so..." "It's okay sweetie, there's nothing to be ashamed of" Sarah reassured her after dumping the wet diaper, and unfolding a dry one at her legs. She had never been more embarrassed in her life... what would that Judy Green think of her now? They all thought she wet her diapers by accident... why would they believe anyone would wet themselves on purpose? She licked her lips, secretly longing for the milk her nurses left on the table, to keep her mind off the incident for a while; she just wanted to relax tonight. "I... I asked Sophie if she wanted to come over in a bit, is that okay with the rules and stuff?" "Ofcourse - we'll be nearby, so just press the button if you need us for anything. Would you like us to prepare some more milk, then?" Erin nodded absentmindedly, relishing the feeling of the fresh dry diaper underneath her skirt.

Not much later, Sophie and Erin were sitting on her bed, eagerly exchanging their experiences in the clinic so far. "Nurse Judy seems older than the other nurses here - is she some kind of head nurse or something?" "I dunno... other nurses come ask her stuff all the time though, so maybe". Sophie didn't seem relaxed yet, sitting on the edge of her bed; her nurse had dropped her off, and the insidious smiles from Sarah and Melody before they left had made things awkward fast. "Is she your only nurse? Everyone else seems to have two nurses..." "Yeah, I just have miss Green... miss Meers said if I needed another nurse, she would assign one, but..." "She looks strict enough for three though" Erin joked, and finally Sophie giggled. "She's pretty strict, yea... in a nice way, protective, you know? Melody and Sarah seem really sweet as well..." "They kind of creep me out, to be honest" Erin lifted herself from the bed sheets using her elbows. "I mean, I'm twenty-three years old, they barely seem over twenty but they treat me like I'm eleven or something..." "How old would you guess I am?" Sophie suddenly challenged her. "Umm... around seventeen?" Erin replied after a moment of hesitation, deciding against her initial estimate of fifteen. "I'll be nineteen this December" Sophie smiled. "People always say I look young..."

"...and he'd call me all these nasty humiliating things while he was screwing me, and that made me so hot..." Erin blushed, suckling her bottle while she tried to remember how they ended up discussing her sexual experiences. Sophie was lying next to her, drinking from a different bottle - they somehow ended up with four bottles of milk in the room, and neither of them had wanted to wait long to start on one. Thirty minutes later, she had almost finished hers, was telling Sophie things she never told anyone before, and felt more than a little worked up from the milk and all the sex talk. "Mmm, this stuff tastes so good" she smiled to the ceiling. "Yeah... it's even better than I thought it'd be" Sophie whispered; the girl had left most of the talking to her, and Erin grew more and more curious to her past. "How about you? I bet you've had plenty of boyfriends already..." "Oh no, I never... I mean, my dad would never allow that..." Erin rose from the bed, turning to Sophie, who put aside her bottle and smiled at her.

"You mean you're still a... virgin?" she whispered, and Sophie nodded sheepishly. The girl was fully flushed now, making her look even more adorable than before, her lips just begging to be kissed, her sweet fragrance intoxicating Erin, driving her wild. What was she thinking... what was this feeling? "Y-you're really beautiful, Erin" Sophie rested her hand on her hip, the gentle touch sparking a hazed warmth in her, and before she knew it, she leaned in on the girl, pressing her lips against hers. Sophie hungrily answered the kiss, and Erin moaned as she tasted the milk on Sophie's lips, her hands fondling her pert breasts through the thin blouse. She was lost in Sophie's scent, kissing wild with desire, her free hand clumsily groping underneath her own skirt to get rid of the diaper, but a soft hand stopped her. Breaking off the kiss, she looked at Sophie in confusion; the girl shook her head with a smile, then rose up, pushed her down on the mattress and locked her lips back on hers.

Erin moaned with delight as she felt Sophie's hand on her diapered crotch, rubbing the padding against her sensitive pussy. It felt so wrong, yet so good at the same time... "W-Wearing a diaper feels great, doesn't it" Sophie panted, and Erin feverishly nodded, moaning into Sophie's lips and began grinding her hips into Sophie's hand. The diaper... she was... so horny... She could feel her wetness squish into the padding, her other senses dulling as the pleasure built. Again she reached down, trying to free her pussy to let those lovely fingers in, but Sophie stopped her before she could even touch it. "No no... you need to cum in your diaper" Sophie whispered hoarsely, rubbing even faster now, and the twinge of humiliation Erin felt only made things worse. She couldn't possibly... God Sophie was so beautiful... she really was going to cum in her diaper. With a dazed smile, Erin relaxed, no longer trying to keep in her passion, moaning freely as the padding rubbed against her burning clit again and again until the pleasure suddenly peaked, her hips convulsing with impossible sensations.

It took a while for Erin to regain her senses, her body tingling in post-orgasmic bliss, finding Sophie still on top of her, grinding her diapered crotch against her leg with an embarrassed smile. Her delicate fingers were working Erin's blouse, slowly revealing her breasts, and Erin began working on Sophie's blouse as well, knowing that it was her turn now. She smiled as Sophie's small, pert breasts appeared, her nipples each swollen rock hard. "So lovely..." she whispered, brushing her hands across them. "You have such big t-tits" Sophie murmured, and Erin nodded. "D-do you like them?" Sophie didn't answer, rather she leaned forward, kissing her breasts gently. "I g-guess that means..." Erin started, but gasped as Sophie's mouth found her sensitive nipple. She was nursing... Erin stared in amazement, stroking Sophie's hair as the girl rubbed her diaper against her more and more frantically. A scene so innocent, yet... "I-I love you Erin..." Sophie blurted, her breath in ragged gasps. She was close... Erin felt her leg grow warm as a squishing sound added to the rhythmic crinkling... did Sophie just...? A shiver, and then Sophie collapsed on her, her warm body twitching uncontrollably. The poor girl... Erin hugged Sophie, and kissed her head while the girl recovered in her arms.

"You're a naughty little girl, wetting yourself like that" Erin smiled, Sophie still in her arms. "H-huh? Did I...?" Sophie whimpered, but soon she too smiled. "Guess I did..." Erin kissed Sophie, briefly wondering why Sophie not noticing she wet herself somehow didn't feel right. It was probably nothing... it was hard to care when she felt so damn good. Sophie was crawling across the bedcover, and Erin blushed realizing she was staring longingly at her diapered butt. She was still horny... but sleepy as well, and the drowsiness was starting to win, her eyelids drooping. Sophie was hovering over her, and she felt something bump against her lips, soon recognizing the now familiar rubber taste of the bottle teat. "Erin want her baby bottle?" Sophie cooed playfully, but some subconscious feeling told her not to, and she weakly shook her head. Sophie grinned, rolled over and began suckling on her own; it made her look adorable, but Erin couldn't stay awake anymore, sliding into a blissful nap.

"I think she's awake" Erin heard, rubbing her eyes. Melody and Sarah stood before her, and she noticed she was naked save for her diaper. "W-what time is it?" she muttered - Sophie seemed to be gone again; how long did she nap? "It's bedtime sweetie, we'll just get you in your pajamas and then you can go to sleep proper". Only now Erin thought to cover her breasts, blushing as she imagined how they found her, then gingerly clasped her diaper. "Don't worry, you didn't need a change" Sarah smiled, and Melody giggled. "Although you were a little wet... you like wearing your diaper, huh Erin?" It took Erin a moment to realize what Melody was insinuating. "No! Ofcourse not, it's just..." She had orgasmed while in diapers... how could she explain such a thing? "Raise your butt" Sarah instructed while she slid on her pajama pants, fitting snugly around her waist. Melody was helping her into her pajama shirt, but she insisted on buttoning it herself, trying to retain some sense of independence amidst all the pampering.

"Sleep tight then, honey". Melody moved to turn off the light, but Erin rose up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "I'm not tired..." "Would you like a drink to help you sleep?" Sarah offered, and to her surprise, she held out a filled milk bottle. Behind Sarah stood three empty bottles, and Erin felt some growing anxiety. "But... I already had a full bottle tonight... is it okay to drink that much?" "Don't you like how it tastes, Erin?" "It's great, don't get me wrong, but miss Meers said drinking too much would cause..." "Aww... don't worry about that, sweetie... you already wet your diaper anyway, was it really that bad?" "We'll leave it on your nightstand, incase you change your mind, okay?" Melody offered as compromise, and Erin shrugged, letting Sarah tuck her in. With a small peck on her forehead, the two nurses wished her goodnight, giggling as they left the room.

Erin couldn't sleep. Her adventure with Sophie kept playing through her head; now that she was sober, she realized she had sex with another girl, just like that... worse, she had practically forced herself on the teenager. She wasn't... into girls... She closed her eyes, trying to make sense of it all. Kissing Sophie had felt so good... she had desired her, there was no question, and her orgasm... she stroked her diaper through her pajamas, thinking back to that wonderful feeling, thinking back to the cute girl next to her. What did she let herself get into...

She awoke again with a strange feeling. The room around her was dark; there was no way to tell what time of night it was. She turned over, but then suddenly felt it - a tingle in her bladder. She had to pee! Feverishly pushing back the covers, she tried to make it to the bathroom, but she hadn't even left her bed when it happened - it started as a small trickle, and soon she was fully wetting herself, her legs trembling as she covered her face. "Oh god no" she whimpered, but there was no changing what happened. She felt the warm and wet padding squish against her crotch, but a quick inspection showed her pajamas and bed were dry. Miserable, she crawled back under the covers, trying to ignore her wet diapers as she hoped to doze off again.

It was morning when she finally woke again, shifting lazily underneath the covers, until a cold dread hit her. Her hand felt something cold and clammy. She tossed off the covers, shuddering when she saw the large wet patch on the bed, her moist pajamas clinging around a soaked diaper. She wet herself again... "Good morning- ohh!" Melody gasped as she entered, and Sarah stifled a giggle. "You're such a big wetter!" she exclaimed, almost sounding impressed. "I... I..." Erin stuttered, and Melody nodded. "Yes honey, you wet your bed". "No no no no no..." Erin fought back her tears, feeling absolutely humiliated. "I'm not a bed-wetter, I-" "There there sweetie... we can always change your sheets". "But I wet myself in my sleep and I didn't even wake up and..." Erin bawled, breaking into hysteric tears. "I don't want to be a bed-wetter" she cried, and Sarah softly hugged her, then helped her up in bed. Melody approached with a milk bottle, a warm smile on her face. "Here, this will make you feel better". Erin didn't even resist, the nipple slipped between her lips and almost immediately she began drinking, embracing the escape from this miserable feeling. "There there... drink your milk, baby".

In the hot bathtub, Erin felt somewhat less miserable, her mind blurry because of the bottle she finished. Sarah was soaping her up with a strange shampoo that made her skin tingle pleasantly; it was nice to be out of her soaking wet diaper, but despite the milk, Erin couldn't shake the implications of wetting herself like she did. She felt she was losing control, not just with the milk... she had never really been attracted to girls, but she couldn't keep her hands off Sophie... and now her body was responding to Sarah's nimble fingers, made worse by the weird tingling sensation that made her entire body so sensitive. She couldn't help it, she was aroused again, and when Sarah helped her out of the bed, she was certain Sarah's slight blush meant she noticed it. "Hold still, honey" Melody instructed, and Erin looked down in confusion as the nurse spread a white foam across her crotch, then cringed as Melody took a razor and with a few precise swipes removed her trimmed tuft of pubic hair. "W-why..." Erin sputtered, glancing at her now bare pussy, but both Sarah and Melody were already rubbing her down with fluffy towels, their treatment a little rougher than the previous day.

Erin could feel her skin glow when they were done, feeling softer and smoother than it had ever felt. "We can't have you getting a diaper rash" Sarah finally explained, and eyeing the diaper ready for her on the table, Erin realized her nurses were preparing her to stay in diapers for the time being. Erin Valence, wearing diapers, treated like a little girl... She briefly touched her bare and still sensitive mound, feeling robbed of even more of her maturity; yet it made her feel naughty in a way, especially considering how aroused she was. "Lie down, sweetie" Sarah instructed, and Erin docilely sat down on the prepared diaper, which felt different than before. "This will help keep you nice and smooth" her nurse explained, dabbing wads of a fragrant white ointment into her crotch. Wherever the ointment was spread, a treacherous heat brewed, and Erin bit her lip as she felt Sarah's fingers carefully rub it on her bare mound. What would her nurses think of her, squirming on top her fresh diaper, obviously horny as butter...?

The teasing was becoming unbearable. Her pussy was on fire, her nipples aching, her juices trickling down the crack of her ass, and still Sarah remained as professional as ever, slowly spreading the ointment only where her bush used to be. She had to... she couldn't take... "S-sorry, I need to...". She felt so warm, with shame, with arousal, but she couldn't stop herself, and her nurses didn't stop her either. She moaned in satisfied delight as her first hand found her slit, rubbing freely, spreading the ointment deeper into her pussy, grazing her clit with every stroke, which soon sparked with relentless heat as it grew slick with the white cream. Sarah and Melody were smiling at her, and for the first time, they were blushing too as they observed the spectacle before them. Erin could only muster a weak smile as she switched hands to work her nipples, moaning louder as her breasts grew warm, her nipples sending jolts of delight through her. Her nurses were so beautiful... why weren't they helping her... Sophie did, Sophie rubbed her diaper for her, Sophie with her sweet lips and fragrant hair and pretty face and... "Ohhh!" Erin moaned, trembling in pleasure as her body climaxed, her hips bucking into her fingers.

She was still panting hoarsely when Melody spread the powder across her warm loins, finally locking her back in a diaper. She shifted her position to let Sarah help her up, her arms trembling from her exertions, wiping a small trail of drool from her mouth. Her diaper felt funny, thicker, bulkier, but she could only think how nice it felt squeezing softly against her pulsing slit.

It wasn't until she was walked through the corridors again that she slowly came to her senses. Her nurses had been silent throughout dressing her, spending more time on her hair leaving her with two long braided pigtails. It looked childish, but not as embarrassing as the clear bulk underneath her short skirt, her new diaper so thick it gave her a slight waddle as she walked. One thing her nurses said, when she was staring at herself in the mirror - 'Look how cute you are... the administrator will be proud'. She recalled the scheduled visit to administrator Meers now, to check on her progress... "I don't want to visit Meers" she mumbled, still blushing - her pussy still felt so hot, that ointment was doing something to her... "It's not a choice, Erin, those are the rules; also, she seems quite interested to-" "-I'm not going" Erin bit, pulling her hand away from Melody's, turning away. "Honey... you'll have breakfast first, you'll feel better after, so don't worry" "No, I'm going back to my room". Erin felt sick as more and more fell into place about what she did in front of her nurses, and she clasped her stomach as she shuffled back, momentarily balancing herself against the wall.

It wasn't just the milk playing with her mind. Erin knew she was a slut. Greg had fucked her pretty much every day, sometimes even forced her to let his friends fuck her, and while she wasn't really comfortable with either, she always enjoyed the sex itself. But she had never been this horny, never been out of control enough to masturbate while people watched her, to make love to a teenager she only just met, a girl nonetheless... and more of her control was waning. She had wet herself overnight; she knew why it happened, she knew she had been weak, but her nurses had done nothing to stop her, rather serving her more of the milk at every opportunity, smiling as she rubbed herself to such a swift orgasm in front of them, delirious from the drug. She winced as a cramp hit her; when she opened her eyes, two patients grinned at her from the opposite wall, then resumed kissing passionately while feeling underneath eachother's skirts. This entire place was screwed up; she just wanted to be alone in her room to figure out what the hell was going on. But first... another cramp, accompanied by a low gurgle, mortified Erin. These cramps meant... "Oh no" Erin wailed, quickly turning toward the restroom at the end of the hall.

With tears in her eyes, Erin feared she wasn't going to make it. Waddling faster than she could on her slippery cotton socks, she smacked down on the linoleum floor within a few steps, pathetically crawling forward, trying desperately to keep her bowels under control. It was miserable, futile... somehow, she managed to reach the restroom door, but as soon as she reached for the knob it started, her body betraying her as she lost it, feeling her diaper begin to fill with her waste. People watched her as she slowly slid back down to the ground, groaning softly as she messed herself. "Good thing we put you in a big girl diaper, baby" she heard Melody whisper; her nurse softly stroked her head, patting her diapered butt; she could smell her own stench, but she didn't even process what her nurse said, her mind racing now. "Let's get you cleaned up real quick for breakfast" her nurse offered, but Erin briskly rose to her feet, wincing as she felt the mess squish in the back of her thick diaper, then waddled along the wall as swiftly as she could manage. "Erin - you can't walk around in a poopy diaper, where are you...". Cameron Meers, the plaque on the door ahead read, and Erin gritted her teeth. "Erin - you can't go in there! Wait!" Melody gasped, trying to hold her back, but Erin immediately pulled free, trashing the door open.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" she yelled, immediately rewarded with Meers' attention. "I'm so sorry miss, I tried to stop her, but..." Melody panted, but Meers waved her hand. "It's alright, miss Lennis - leave us". Meers wasn't alone. Dazed by her fury, it took a moment for Erin to notice the blonde woman seated in front of Meers' desk, a familiar thin smile sizing her up. The woman's cold eyes cooled her anger, crippled her spirit, terrified her. Erin felt her diaper grow warmer, her bladder emptying involuntarily with the shock of realizing that woman was her... mother...

Chapter 3: Determination

Gwendoline Valence, Gwen to the few people she considered friends, brilliant lawyer, not so brilliant mother. Despite her frequent absence from her youth, Erin never hated her. From her earliest memories, all she wanted was to get noticed by her. To be important to her; to be someone she was proud of. Her mother was above such emotions, running her household like an efficient business, making sure Erin ate properly, went to school, got a decent job; alongside her own full time job, it was an admirable achievement, and Erin could understand why she didn't have more time to really get to know her. All Erin wanted was her mother not to have to worry about her. She wanted her mother to see she didn't need her help in the real world. She didn't want her mother to know about the trouble she got in; it had been over two years since she last spoke to her, too ashamed to even pick up the phone. Even at the worst of her narcotic cravings, asking her mother for help was not an option for her; she couldn't let her see her like that. Yet there she stood, in a rehab clinic, her heavily soiled diaper stinking up the office, gazing fearfully into her mother's calculating eyes.

"You're a little early, Erin". Meers readjusted her glasses, sizing her up for a moment before continuing. "So you have a problem with your treatment?" "Y-your turning me into a baby" Erin finally whispered, the accusation far short on the fierceness she originally planned to deliver it with. "Well, let's be honest - technically you're turning yourself into a baby. I don't need to explain how this clinic works again, do I?" Erin had so much more to say, about her sudden lust, about her ending up having sex with another patient, but there was no way she could say any of it with her mother there. "I... don't want to continue the treatment anymore". "You committed to the treatment when you decided to stay, Erin - it would be unwise to let you go now, and fortunately the contract does not permit me to do so anyway. I take it I no longer need to explain you too are bound by that contract, now that you know who arranged it... besides, you look like you really need someone to change your diapers for you, so it's best that you stay a little while longer".

"You liberally drank the baby milk, Erin, knowing full well what it would do to you... you also seem to have some problems with discipline, and you've clearly demonstrated you're no longer capable of using the toilet like a big girl. All that leads me to believe the juvenile stage is a little too much for you right now. Starting today, you will be considered a toddler in this facility. As a toddler, you will be transferred to the appropriate wing, where you will receive proper treatment - treatment that will encourage you to do your best to go back to juvenile stage..." Meers' explanation blended into the background as tears rolled down Erin's cheeks, shaking with humiliation in front of her mother. She hadn't wanted her mother to see her like this. She didn't want her mother to know about her drug use, about her decline into a slutty crack whore, but she had found out...

She was silent when Sarah and Melody guided her through an unknown corridor, walking gingerly to minimize the horrible feeling of her messy diaper. Her mother hadn't said a word, hadn't shown a glimmer of emotion as she had watched her while Meers droned on. What would she think of her now... she hated being forced to acknowledge the consequences of her actions, the first of which manifested as a childishly decorated room her nurses ensured was hers now. Bears, heart-patterned walls and a changing table, no doubt to symbolize her new status. She leered at the stack of thick diapers on the table, wondering how many of those she'd soil before she'd get out of here. "...and this will be your crib". Erin looked up, only now realizing Sarah had been talking to her, but her heart sank as she saw the white vertical bars framing the linen. "Wha...? I'm not sleeping in a... crib" she muttered, desperate to retain at least some dignity. "Girls in poopy diapers have to sleep in cribs" Melody grinned, directing her to her new bathroom; the prospect of finally getting out of her wretched undergarment was enough to discourage further protest.

"You're a toddler now, did miss Meers explain what that means?" Melody informed while she rinsed the soap from Erin's lower body; Erin shook her head, looking down in shame as she was still not used to seeing her pussy bare. "The most important thing is that since you're a child now, you have to listen to grown-ups". "That's us" Sarah chimed in, helping Erin out of the bath. "So no more back-talking out of you. The second thing is, whatever you want or need, you have to ask for. If you want to eat, if you want to drink baby milk, if you want to use the bathroom, if you need your dirty diaper changed, you have to ask us". "And finally, and this is the best part... if you don't follow those rules... we get to discipline you in any way we see fit". The almost sadistic undertone in Melody's voice didn't sit well with Erin; it felt like the two had been looking forward to this, and she suspected this could be part of the reason why they were so eager to let her have baby milk.

After she was dried, her nurses began to reapply the cream, this time while she was standing, and were much more liberal in where they put it. "Please don't do that" she whimpered as Sarah slipped her fingers inside her snatch; she knew what the ointment did, and wasn't at all comfortable with the nurses being this intimate with her either. "Shush baby" Melody smiled, taking a big dollop of cream and sliding her finger deep into Erin's rear. "OW! Keep your finger out of..." "We can put our fingers anywhere we like now" Sarah interrupted with a giggle. "Just relax... we all know you secretly love it". "P-please stop" Erin winced, her ass and pussy swiftly heating up to the rhythmic rubbing, the warm tingling from the cream firing her up all over again. She couldn't let them know she was beginning to enjoy this... she couldn't let them do this to her. But to her shame, when the offending fingers slurped out of her slick privates, she felt regret over making them stop, her pussy still pulsing with arousal as it was wrapped up in a fresh and fluffy diaper.

Her demotion to toddler had a severe impact on her wardrobe. The skirt and blouse had been tolerable, but the frilled pink dress they squeezed her into turned her into a mockery of innocence, her ample chest forcing a deep cleavage up top, the childish dress not even attempting to hide her bulky diapers underneath. Her adulthood was gone, stripped perhaps as punishment for her lack of self-control, perhaps simply because that had been their plan all along. Just as Melody finished pulling up the dainty pink socks, her door opened, and she blushed seeing her mother enter, quietly sitting down while she observed the nurses tying her blonde hair in pigtails, completing her five-year-old makeover. "Leave us" Gwendoline spoke, and both nurses complied wordlessly; finally she was alone with her mother. As embarrassed as she was, she struggled with her start. "So... so how's father" she finally whispered, futilely trying to pull her dress down to cover her thick diaper.

"Hmm. How are you doing, Erin?" Gwendoline replied in her typical demeanor that ignored any question she didn't find relevant. "How does it look like I'm doing" Erin snipped. "I haven't seen you in so long, and when we finally meet again, it's..." She found her daughter in a freshly messed diaper, but even thinking back to that was too much for Erin. "You didn't call. A friend of yours eventually did...". "I made some bad decisions, mama... I realize that, but I don't need this program... I don't like the nurses here, I don't like what they're doing to me - can you please get me out of here?" "I'm paying the staff here to help you, Erin". "But they're not helping me, they just... they humiliate me mama, make me wear diapers, isn't that obvious?" "You'll finish your treatment here" her mother concluded resolutely, rising from her seat, and a sudden fear gripped Erin. "B-but... don't you care about what they're doing to me? Don't you care if they treat me like a... a baby?"

Her mother approached her, momentarily resting her hand on her head; it was a small gesture, but from her mother, it was... "No, I don't care. I care about making sure you don't end up dying from overdose, somewhere all alone, even if it means having you put back into diapers". The room was silent for a moment; Erin wanted to comfort her mother, tell her there was nothing to worry about, but she could never lie to her. "I know I'm not a good mother, Erin. I wasn't there when you needed me. But I only want to see you happy. I... don't really know you very well. I don't know what makes you happy... but I don't believe you want to destroy yourself. You're safe in this clinic. You don't have to leave here until you're ready to start over". "I can't" Erin sobbed. "I'm not... not strong enough, I just..." Her mother's hand slid off her hair as the woman turned around, walking towards the door; disappointment? Embarrassment? Anger? "Mama... I can't..." Before closing the door again, her mother turned around one last time. "You can take as long as you need. There's no hurry".

And just like that she was gone again, and her nurses hovered back in. "Awww... she's crying" Sarah giggled, and Erin shrugged off the nurse's hand in uncharacteristic anger. "Now now sweetie... toddlers need to behave, or else..." "Or else WHAT" Erin snapped, wiping her tears away. "What more could you possibly do to me?" To her surprise, Sarah and Melody briefly held hands while they smiled at her. "You're eager to find out, aren't you?" "I bet you're just cranky because you haven't had your bottle" Melody cooed, holding out a fresh baby bottle. Erin realized she was spacing out staring at it, but pushed it away when Melody became more incessant. "Why don't you drink it yourself, see how you like wetting your uniform..." she whispered, suddenly tired. "Aren't we disobedient... so you're not going to behave?" Sarah taunted, but Erin had enough, stubbornly crossing her arms. "Disobedient girls get punished" Melody added with a sinister grin, sitting down on a chair behind her. It wasn't until Melody pulled her down that Erin realized the two were serious, but as Sarah had quickly clasped her hands, it was too late to escape. Melody shifted her on her lap, and when Erin felt her dress pulled up and draped across her back she realized they were actually planning to... spank her...

"Let... let go of me" she hissed, struggling against the two stronger nurses, her legs soon incapacitated by her diaper pulled down to her knees. She burned with shame as Melody softly fondled her raised rear, yelping as a sudden smack landed, followed by a flurry of whacks across both cheeks. "Oww! OW! Stop th-OW!!" Erin cried, squirming futilely to escape the blows, her rear warming up fast from her unexpected punishment. Why couldn't she pull free? Nobody had ever... "Look how wet she is". This was so... what did Melody just say? "I bet she loves getting spanked" Sarah admired, and Erin's blush intensified as a wet droplet trailing down her thighs made her realize they were right... The ointment was affecting her, driving her mad, and soon Erin's struggle to escape Sarah's grip turned into a struggle to steel herself against her humiliating arousal. The more smacks she received, the hotter her reddening ass turned, and the more pleasurable the incidental fondling pauses became, until her cries of anguish turned into moans of involuntary lust, the needs of her sensitive body dulling her mind until pleasure and pain fused into erotic bliss. She couldn't stop it - when Melody began sliding her fingers into her dripping slit she felt her body tremble in ecstasy, but when the smacking resumed, her second orgasm made her buck uncontrollably on Melody's lap, slumping down onto the bed, small jolts of delight coursing through her with every remaining smack.

"I think we'll need to think of a more effective punishment for our naughty little girl, Sarah" Melody giggled. "Yeah... I told you she was a perv". Erin blinked at the two, still only barely aware of her surroundings, yet finding herself lifted into her caged bed, her diaper secure in place. "Time for your afternoon nap, honey".

Despite the indignity of being put to bed in broad daylight, it had been surprisingly easy for Erin to fall asleep as the events of that morning had worn her out considerably. She woke up in a haze, but misery didn't take long to set in: miss Meers was looming over her crib with a satisfied smile. "Good afternoon, Erin. I was informed that you had some issues with the rules of your new designation - I hope your punishment was adequate motivation to behave from now on?" "Yes ma'am" Erin mumbled, dreading any further disobedience would result in more humiliating discipline. "Very good. And may I just say, you look adorable in your pink dress". "T-thank you" Erin hesitantly replied, unnerved by miss Meers' strange smile. "The next time you'd like a firm spanking... just come to my office, alright?" Meers whispered with a wink before leaving the room again; it was clear Melody and Sarah had given a colorful report on her punishment, but she could only blush in response to the suggestion that she'd actually welcomed it.

Erin clasped the bars of her crib, sighing softly as she shuffled onto her diapered bum. Everything she did seemed to drown her deeper and deeper into this mess, which only seemed to delight the people in the clinic. It wasn't fair - they used her addiction against her, eroded her maturity step by step, made fun of her for it. Made her enjoy it... she bit her lip, feeling the warmth of her damp pussy inside her diaper pulsing softly. It was their fault... she began rubbing herself through the diaper, hating herself for not being stronger. She had to get out of this place, she couldn't let these people do this to her, but the only way out was to stop drinking the milk that made her happy... Rubbing faster, Erin felt her diaper grow warmer; she didn't want to cum in her diapers, but at this point it didn't matter much anymore. But the wet warmth wasn't her arousal... tears sprang into her eyes when she realized she had been accidentally wetting herself like a little girl. Defeated, Erin clasped the bars again, letting her emotions run free in her misery, crying openly.

When she was done crying, Erin felt a strange, relieved serenity. She was going to do what she had to get out of this place. No more bottles. No more disobedience. If she could go back to dry diapers, they'd have no choice but to make her a juvenile again, to give back some of the maturity they stole from her. Sure enough, her nurses mocked her teary eyes, and Melody wasted no time to offer her a bottle full of the milk, but with her wet diaper reminding her of the consequences, Erin wasn't going to give in anymore. "Oh c'mon... you must be hungry - you skipped both breakfast and lunch today" Sarah helped, but Erin shook her head politely yet defiantly; for a moment Melody was taken aback, but both Sarah and her giggled when Erin's stomach confirmed her hunger for her with a noisy gurgle. "C-could I get some real food instead, p-please?" Erin recovered, shakily rising to her feet in the oversized crib. "A baby bottle isn't good enough for you anymore?" "Fine... I'll wheel her over to the lounge, maybe there's some leftover carrot stew she can have" Sarah giggled, then laughed as Erin's stomach grumbled yet again.

Erin covered her face in embarrassment as they traveled through the corridor. Sarah hadn't been joking when she said she'd wheel her over - they had prepared an oversized baby stroller for her, complete with elaborate safety straps, which she thankfully managed to avoid due to her promise to be a good girl. But it was too hard to ignore the mocking giggles of the nurses passing by, and Sarah made sure to properly introduce 'her' baby to anyone showing interest. Humiliated, Erin kept quiet throughout the ride, hoping her docility would entice her nurses to go a little easier on her. "So that's little Erin?" a blonde mused, patting her head demeaningly. Erin couldn't help steal a glance - all the nurses here were so beautiful, the curves showing through their uniforms, their silky smooth stockings, the high heels, the subtle yet appealing perfume all made her head swim with naughty daydreams she simply couldn't block out anymore. They were everything she once was - sensual, erotic... mature... while she was now seated in a baby stroller, wearing her tight pink dress, her hot slit smothered by wet diapers, feeling every bit the baby girl she was treated as.

Even the carrot stew comment wasn't far off; Erin miserably chewed on the mashed carrots Sarah insisted on spoon-feeding her bit by bit. She wasn't the only patient there - girls clad in babyish cotton and silk dresses, some even wearing fluffy footed sleepers, all in soft pastel tones, all heavily diapered like she was, were seated throughout what appeared to be a large nursery. Biting down on a new spoonful of mush, she was surprised to see how docile the girls seemed - one lay curled up against a large teddy bear, sleeping soundly while sucking her thumb; another actually had a pacifier in her mouth, and seemed to work it peacefully. The baby food didn't taste very good, but she was hungry enough not to care about that; between bites, she couldn't resist longing glances at a girl greedily slurping from a bottle full of the drugged milk. It tasted so much better than this baby mush, but... "Had enough?" Sarah whispered, and Erin nodded, only realizing Sarah had meant the food, not the baby milk, when the nurse cleaned the corners of her mouth with a napkin and took away the plate.

Playing along with the humiliating treatment was easier on her than she had thought. Nobody expected much of her, everything was done for her, and she was safe in the knowledge that as long as she would resist her urge to drink the baby milk, she'd get better soon, and her mother could stop worrying about her. None of the other girls knew who she was, and they were diapered and babied just as she was... She even caught a glimpse of a girl secretly humping a pillow; uncertain of whether the girl was that desperate or just shameless, it definitely reminded her of her own heat pulsing against her moist padding... with a smile, she realized she was longing to be alone in her bed... no, her crib... tonight. That thought kept her going through dinner, where each of the girls was locked into high feeding chairs, some restrained more severely than others, and once again spoon-fed by their nurses. Still hungry, Erin greedily accepted each mouthful Melody offered her; watching the girl next to her, trying to resist the feeding, her mouth and bib smeared with food, she even felt some pride that she at least persevered with some grace. A putrid smell coming from the girl's direction hinted she even messed her diapers in her struggle, making her seem every bit the baby that Erin was determined not to turn into.

"Did Erin enjoy her din din?" Melody teased, and Erin tiredly nodded as the remains of her meal were cleared off; the warm, rich meal left her drowsy but very content. She blushed when she saw Melody's warm smile, and while she quietly hoped the nurse didn't misunderstand why she was cooperating, Melody's approval somehow made her feel... But when Melody lifted her out of her chair, her body once again betrayed her: without warning, she felt her moist diaper grow warm, wet and heavy, and she shivered when droplets from the now sagging bulk spilled down her thighs. Tears sprang into her eyes, but unexpectedly, Melody gave her a comforting hug, whispering "It's okay, baby..." into her ear. Strangely, Erin perked up a little - wetting herself was one of the few things they expected her to do, and she could always just... "C-could you change my diaper, please?" she mumbled, and Melody giggled. "Ofcourse honey, we need to get you ready for bed anyway".

Ofcourse they were going to put her to bed after dinner; it'd be demeaning and humiliating to force a grown woman like her to sleep so early, so she should've counted on them doing just that. But as Melody wheeled her back to her room, Erin was flushed with anticipation of being in a dry fluffy diaper again, alone in her crib... she quickly crossed her arms to cover her breasts, afraid her arousal would make her nipples show even more than they already did; she couldn't wait for bedtime. "There she is!" she heard Sarah exclaim, and she looked up with a thin smile. "Awww... she looks adorable!" a third voice spoke, and Erin froze as she saw Patricia, her old colleague, the friend she lost when she gave up on each of the many rehab clinics the woman worked so hard to help her into, stand behind her crib... "Erin just told me she needs her diaper changed... she's really turning into a big wetter, isn't she?" "Ooh, can I help change her?" Patricia chirped excitedly, but Erin couldn't face her, blushing furiously as she let Sarah help her out of the stroller. "Why... what are you doing here...?" she finally managed, still staring at the floor. "I missed you too, sweetheart - I called your mom to check up on you, and heard you were back in rehab, so I thought I'd visit... well, you don't look like you'll be walking out of this one any time soon, hmm?"

"Mmmm, these are thick diapers, aren't they" Patricia admired as Melody expertly undressed Erin on the dresser. "Umm, Trish... could you wait outside or something?" Erin hopefully directed at her old friend, shyly covering her chest. "Don't be silly honey, she's going to help change your wet didees... remember, you're just a toddler, and toddlers don't mind getting naked". Erin was spared no indignity as Patricia held her feet while Melody ripped the tapes on her soaked diaper; she gritted her teeth at Patricia's excited gasp when her shaved snatch was uncovered, leaving her entirely nude. "Guess you're lucky they didn't remove all your hair, hmm?" she mocked. "Who knows, if she doesn't behave..." Melody added ominously, and the two giggled. "You'll be happy to know Greg was arrested and put away for a long, long time... from what I heard, he's in for an extremely unpleasant time in jail - it's almost scary what your mom can arrange if she sets her mind to it, you know?" Erin couldn't repress a weary smirk - ofcourse her mother could do those things, and she felt stupid for not piecing together who could've gotten her admitted into this absurd clinic sooner.

That smell... more of the ointment? Erin shuffled nervously as Melody approached, but to her embarrassment she could feel her moist warmth bloom in guilty anticipation. Melody was swift and careful, and while the warm fingers and brooding ointment made her buck and moan, her pussy was soon wrapped in thick white padding, pulsing longingly. A frilled baby-doll completed her attire, and the two women gingerly helped her into her crib, where finally only Patricia remained, her bedroom door softly clicking shut in the background.

"So... look at you, Erin" Patricia mocked, slowly circling her, gently nudging her back down into the crib when Erin tried to rise. "Patricia, I know it looks bad, but I'm doing my best to-" Erin stammered, but Patricia interrupted her with a laugh. "Your best? Maybe this is what you do best, Erin. Being a big baby and having everyone look after you. You never tried to pull your weight in the office, I bet you spent more time on your back in the copy room than you did actually working..." "You know that's not true, I-" "We covered for you, Erin. To your credit, you're not a bad person, and you never really got in the way... but when we found out you were doing drugs, most of the others gave up on you. You know I still tried to help you, get you back on your feet before your addiction would ruin you, but even that was too much effort". It was quiet for a moment; Erin stared at Patricia's legs through her crib bars. "So you're still upset with me..." she muttered, but Patricia shrugged. "I'm glad to see you're in good hands at least". "I'm getting out of here Pat, I know I've disappointed you, but..." Patricia just shook her head, inching closer while she hovered over her.

"I doubt you'll get out of here, little Erin. This place is perfect for you. Cute nurses to feed and bathe you, fluffy diapers you can piss and poop without worrying... you seem to be enjoying yourself just fine". Erin opened her mouth to reply, but only a warm breath escaped her, as Patricia now cupped her padded crotch, her diaper softly crinkling with each gentle squish. "You're a big baby, just accept it". Erin shook her head in defiance, but still raised her hips into Patricia's hand, closing her eyes in pleasure as the padding pushed against her hot slit. "It's time for me to be on my way... but I'll help you out one last time, baby girl. I hear you get off on this sort of thing... so just lie back and suck your thumb like the toddler you are, let auntie Pat take care of you". She demonstratively pushed a finger deep into the padding, making Erin moan in aroused confusion - who told her...? "Go on, show me what kind of baby you are". Erin hated herself, hated how weak she had become. Her thumb tasted funny, and she could feel her face glow with humiliation as Patricia nodded encouragingly, a smug smile on her face. She was moaning, moaning into her thumb, grinding her hips into Patricia's hand, her approaching orgasm steadily building. "Babyslut loves her diapers, doesn't she?" Patricia mocked, but Erin feverishly nodded, beside herself with arousal, drool rolling down her chin, her lips slurping around her thumb until she clasped the side bars of her crib, her body shuddering with pleasure as her orgasm rolled over her.

That evening, Erin lay alone in the dark room, trembling, softly weeping in her crib. She thought she was ready to leave this place, and now... this... Her misery kept her tossing and turning, leaving her tired and quiet the next morning, not sharing the exaggerated enthusiasm her nurses displayed over her dry morning diaper. She softly shook her head when Sarah asked if she needed to go potty, and ignored the lewd giggles when her nurses pointed out the moist crusts in her diaper padding. Patricia gave her a lot to think about, but she didn't feel like doing much thinking, instead she was just staring in the distance. A fresh application of ointment soon began rebuilding the familiar heat in her diaper, and she sighed. She couldn't let herself enjoy this. She couldn't let herself drink the baby milk that would make her feel good again. She needed to feel proud about her nurses letting her waddle by herself to the common area, leaving her stroller in her room, but it didn't cheer her up; it felt like nothing could, she just wanted to...

And then she stood face to face with Sophie, wearing an adorable yellow chiffon dress over thick diapers, softly sucking a white pacifier. And Erin smiled dumbly, unable to resist how cute Sophie looked, instantly forgetting about her dark brooding thoughts. "Erin... aren't you pretty!" Erin briefly looked up in surprise, expecting to see just nurse Judy behind Sophie, but that voice... a second nurse...? "Hiya Audrey, congrats on your new job" Sarah greeted, and Erin realized that was the same Audrey she had met just days ago, her long blonde hair now curled, wearing the typical nurse uniform, which strained to keep in her big tits... she was staring at them, and she lowered her eyes in embarrassment, soon finding solace in Sophie's playful smile while their nurses exchanged pleasantries. There was a strange joy in Sophie's eyes, a happiness Erin couldn't understand; her being a toddler as well now meant she was getting worse... and yet, Erin felt glad she at least wouldn't be alone. Once again she didn't know what to say, and they just smiled at eachother until Audrey gently tugged Sophie's sleeve. As they passed eachother, Sophie took the white pacifier from her mouth, pushing it between Erin's lips before she could protest, and the girl waddled on with a naughty wink, plopping her thumb inbetween her delicate lips as they turned the corner.

Chapter 4: Happiness

Erin felt strangely light-headed that day, insisting on staying in the common area with the other babied girls, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sophie again. She wanted to talk to her, share her experiences with her... be close to her... Lying in the lounge after her afternoon nap she sighed, resting her head on the cushioned floor, watching a girl stack blocks into nonsensical words. It was so childish, but Erin still envied the girl for at least being able to enjoy herself. Why was she still feeling this way about Sophie? How long ago did she had her last drink of that baby milk? With soft bumps on her head, she tried to rid herself of the thoughts flushing through her, lustful thoughts about Sophie, longing thoughts about the milk-filled baby bottles. That wasn't her, that was what they were trying to make her into, what she had to escape from. She was a big girl... she could take care of herself... with a tired sigh, she crawled back up, smirking as her diaper crinkled noisily as she sat. It felt nice... shifting her hips forward and back, the friction felt wonderful against her sensitive pussy; her heart raced as girls looked her way, the noisy crinkling giving her away, but it was the voice of Patricia in her head that made her stop - 'little girl'... 'baby girl'... 'babyslut'. She had to resist... she wasn't a babyslut, she didn't get off on wearing diapers, it just... it just felt nice, safe. Another thing she couldn't let herself do... A giggle in the distance made her perk up, but it was just a girl, getting tickled by her nurse - where was Sophie?

Even during dinner she was nowhere to be seen; Erin had made the mistake of shrugging when Sarah playfully asked if she wanted to be spoon-fed, as every time she looked around to see if Sophie had arrived yet, Sarah would time another mouthful that would end up anywhere but in her mouth, even earning her giggles from the girl next to her as Sarah playfully admonished her for being such a messy baby. Growing impatient, Erin swallowed the last bit of mush, waited for Sarah to clean her mouth, then pulled her nurse's sleeve. "Hey, Sarah... do you know where Sophie is?" "Awwww, how cute!" Sarah mused, resting her hand on Erin's head. "You really like her, huh?!" "I just... I need to ask her about something". "Tell you what... I'll take you to her after dinner, how about that?" "O-Okay, thanks" Erin sputtered, not expecting such cooperation from the mischievous nurse. "But...! In return, I want you to suck on this some more, just like you did this morning" Sarah grinned, pulling a white pacifier from her pocket, where it had been since Erin's breakfast. "I bet you can still taste her lips on it, hmm?" she added with a hot whisper, and Erin blushed, but still accepted the plastic and rubber soother in her mouth, trying her best to ignore Sarah's suggestion... "You're my cutest babygirl ever, little Erin" Sarah smiled, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Erin's cheek.

Her lips slowly worked the pacifier, remembering a rhythm from long ago, soothing her - she had so much to ask Sophie... "Oops" Sarah whispered with a giggle, covertly pointing ahead. Erin flushed witnessing the scene up ahead: Audrey was seated on a plush sofa, cradling Sophie in her arms, the girl's head bobbing softly against Audrey's uncovered right breast, as if... "I guess she really does lactate... better wait a bit, huh?" Sarah whispered, pulling the stunned Erin back a bit. "Wh..." Erin mumbled, unable to take her eyes off the strange sight, her lips slurping steadily around her pacifier. Why was it making her feel so weird?

After Sarah finally brought her over, Sophie sat up on the couch with a rosy blush; Audrey and Sarah had walked off, finally leaving her alone with the girl. Erin swallowed as she sat down next to Sophie; despite rehearsing what she would say in her mind, the situation had managed to go all awkward yet again, leaving her with no idea how to start. Sophie did, crawling against her and kissed her cheek, once again conjuring a dumb smile on Erin's glowing face. "What did you want to talk about?" Sophie inquired after some more silence, smiling ever so sweetly, and Erin clenched her fist, letting the pacifier drop from her lips. "I came to warn you... warn you about this clinic" she started, slowly remembering her plight, shaking off the weird things she just saw. "They're not trying to help you recover, they want to turn you into an infant, that's why they keep offering the bottled milk... it's all conditioning, they make you dependant on diapers, make you love wearing and using them, but... but..." "I-I really don't think so" Sophie smiled, but Erin clasped her shoulders, possessed by a sudden purpose to at least save Sophie from this place. "Think about it Sophie, isn't it weird that you suddenly enjoy being treated like this? Being treated like a little girl who can't take care of herself... who... gets turned on when she wets herself, who..." "Erin... I loved wearing diapers way before I came to this place".

Erin's grip on Sophie weakened, thoughts racing through her mind, conclusions floating just out of reach. "Wait... what?" "I think I was fifteen when I secretly started wearing them... my momma died of a long illness, I just... I felt so scared and lost, but whenever I wore my diapers, I felt safe and snug again... you know, that feeling that you don't have to worry about anything?" "And now... you're here... willingly?" "I got sloppy with my secret, my dad got too close to finding out... I stopped wearing them, but the more grown-up I was supposed to act, the more I longed for them, the more I longed to just be a little girl... then I read about this clinic, and after almost a year of planning I... well, I didn't mean to scare my dad like I did, and taking all those pills was horrible, but..." A sliver of nausea passed over Erin as she realized the girl actually went to crazy lengths to get herself admitted into this place, rather than trying to get out... "But they turn you into a baby here, I mean they make you piss and poop yourself, surely you don't-" "I like that" Sophie smiled, rubbing her thick diapers. Erin had hoped to find an ally. She anticipated that Sophie could still believe Mrs. Meers' lies, but... Sophie was a willing victim, she embraced the corrupting baby milk with no intention of getting out, and she was left with only one argument to convince the girl.

"And what about the... sexual stuff they do to us?" "What do you mean?" Sophie smiled, playfully sliding her soft hand up Erin's thighs. "You know... make us like... other women... turning us into lesbians, I-I mean, I'm straight, I'm not into sex with girls, but their drugs keep making me think of... of..." Of you. Why couldn't she say it? "Oh..." Sophie whispered, pulling her hand back. "W-what?" Erin replied, not understanding the tears welling in Sophie's eyes. Sophie let herself slide off the couch, clumsily rising to her feet as she turned to Erin. "I just thought... I thought you actually... liked me". She sniffled, turning around, leaving Erin alone on the couch as she waddled a few steps, shakily slumping down on hands and knees, too weak to walk like an adult anymore. "Wait, Sophie..." She continued on crawling to Audrey, who helped her up, giving Erin a sad glance, then led her out as Sarah approached her. "Your lover didn't seem her usual cheery self" her nurse remarked, offering Erin her hand. Erin didn't take it, staring out blankly in front of her. "She's not... my lover". Erin didn't understand why her heart ached like it did, didn't understand anything. "C'mon, ya dummy. It's baby bedtime".

With her diaper still dry, her nurses helped Erin onto the toilet, where she relieved herself like an adult for the first time in days. None of it registered with Erin, undergoing her diapering without protest, not responding to Melody's offer to relieve her obvious arousal as new ointment was applied. It wasn't until she was in her crib when her mother entering the room forced her back to reality. Gwendoline casually dismissed the nurses, resting her hands on the railing above Erin. "I hear you're making progress, Erin" she finally stated, but her smile seemed forced. "Yet you seem unhappier. Help me understand". "I hate this treatment" Erin whispered after collecting her thoughts a little, her mother's presence unable to soothe the loneliness she felt. "What do you hate about it?" "Everything" Erin quickly snapped, though she knew it wasn't true. "I'm sorry, Erin, you must hate me for putting you in here, but please don't take it out on the staff, they're just paid to do their jobs. Once you've been discharged, I'll-" "I could never hate you, mama" Erin looked up with tears in her eyes, clasping at her mother's hands. "I just... I'm so confused... no matter what I do, I keep screwing everything up..." Her mother softly brushed her thumbs across the back of Erin's hands, shaking her head. "Erin... you should follow your heart, not the expectations of others". "I just... I just hate being a bother to you" Erin bawled, overcome by sudden tears. "I just want you to be happy..." her mother spoke in an uncharacteristically soft voice. "You're a blessing to me, Erin, I can't stand the thought of losing you, the drugs were ruining you, but is that really what you want...?" "I..." Erin whispered, her eyes transfixed on the tear rolling down her mother's cheek. "I... I don't know what I want anymore, mama..."

Her mother left her without many further words, and lying in her dark crib, Erin hugged her knees, trying to make sense of it all. Seeing her mother emotional like that tore her apart, but how could she become happy if even she didn't know what made her happy... she felt lost, alone. Sophie's story played in her mind - the poor girl didn't even have a mother anymore, and her way of coping... with a tired sigh, Erin touched the back of her diaper. She knew the feeling of safety Sophie spoke of; after drinking the baby milk, she had felt it intensely, and when her nurses put her in a dry diaper she had felt it, and when Audrey hugged her, and when she was with Sophie, and when she wet herself on purpose... to stay here longer... Patricia's strange taunts surfaced in her mind; ofcourse the woman had just been tormenting her, saying she'd be better off staying here like a baby. She just said that to help her steel her resolve to get out of this place, she couldn't actually mean... grunting in frustration, Erin flipped over underneath the blanket, briefly trying to rub her thighs together, guiltily enjoying the feeling of the bulky padding keeping them apart. Why did it all have to be so difficult... thinking back to Sophie, she slowly moved her arm upward, gingerly placing her thumb between her lips, where it slurped into place moments later. Her other hand snuck between her legs, starting to relieve the warm itch she had felt all day. Just for tonight, she imagined Sophie again, kissing her, rubbing her diaper for her...

"Aww, look at our little baby" Erin heard, blinking against the sudden morning light, feeling strangely rested. Drool trailed from her mouth as she removed her thumb with a blush, weakly struggling up in her crib; her diaper was wet, something that didn't surprise her after the weird dream she was woken from. "Awww, did you have an accident in your sleep?" Sarah grinned when she helped Erin step over her crib bars, and Erin just nodded in confirmation. "I'll change her sheets" Sarah spoke, and Melody nodded, leading Erin into the bathroom. She had gotten used to the routine by now - a morning bath to clean up her nightly shame, followed by a fresh application of the warm ointment, then a fresh diaper to keep her safe from her lack of control. Her wet diaper meant staying here longer, but somehow this setback, even after the progress she made regaining her control, didn't matter much to her anymore. She idly tried to recollect her dream, wondering if she woke up when wetting her diaper, or just let go while still asleep - it was all too weird. "Don't let it get you down, Erin" Melody smiled as she taped her thick disposable diaper shut; Erin looked up, not certain if she could trust her nurse to actually be... nice to her. "You seem quiet again this morning - aren't you excited to go see Sophie?" "I... don't think I should see her anymore" Erin smirked, swallowing down her flaring emotions. "What's wrong? I thought you and her got along so well?" Melody asked, softly rubbing Erin's stomach after completing her babyish attire. "You think she's such a wonderful girl, don't you?" Erin suddenly bit, feeling herself lose it.

"Don't you get it? She actually wants to be here, wants to stay in this clinic. She got diapered and was given the baby milk just like me, but for her it's exactly what she wanted, so she totally gave into it. She was never addicted to pills, that was just her excuse to get into this place, and everyone here is helping her with her real addiction - wearing diapers and getting treated like a little baby - no wonder she's happy. You're supposed to make her better, you're supposed to make me better, that's your job, but you're not helping at all, you're just making things worse..." "My job?" Melody smiled, softly shaking her head. "I think you misunderstand something. I'm not here to make you better, I'm here to take care of you, to make you happy". "Happy? Happy?!" Erin scoffed. "Then what about all the humiliation, the diapers and clothes you and Sarah made me wear... y-you spanked me like a little girl, and I-" "And you liked it so much you came, didn't you. Deny it all you want... I know just what a dirty little pervert you are". "T-that's not..." "But besides that, don't you care one bit about Sophie?"

Suddenly it was quiet; Erin was taken back with the unexpected question. "O-ofcourse I do, I like her, I mean not-" "You're in love with her, silly - it's so obvious. That's why I'm going to pretend I never heard the things you just told me about her, because you're too emotionally confused to think through what it'd do to her if the only girl she confided in betrays her secret and gets her removed from the one place that makes her happy. Good girls don't give in to their jealousy... I ought to spank you bright red to teach you that once and for all". Erin started trembling as Melody's words hit home, tears springing to her eyes. "In return, I want you to think long and hard about what you really want from this place" "L-leave me alone" Erin sniffled, pushing Melody away as she waddled to her bedroom, ignoring Sarah, heading straight out the door. "Let her go" she heard behind her; she wandered aimlessly, supporting herself against the wall, crying her heart out.

"Erin? Come here..." a familiar, friendly voice called out, and wiping her bleary eyes, Erin stumbled forward, until two strong hands pulled her into a warm embrace. "I'm so sorry Audrey" she blurted, wrapping her arms tightly around the woman's waist. "Shhh... it's okay baby". "N-no, I... I-" "Shhh..." Audrey hushed again, and as she lay in the comfort of her arms for a while, Erin did feel herself slowly calm down, gradually collecting her thoughts. "Now what's wrong, sweetheart?" "Audrey... aren't patients supposed to... hate wearing diapers?" "Hmm... I liked wearing them... even using them... it felt innocent, y'know?" "I'm just... so confused..." "Don't you enjoy wearing them?" Audrey smiled, softly stroking Erin's hair. "I... I dunno..." Erin whispered, but the warm feeling inside her told her at the moment she did - lying here snug and safe with Audrey. She thought about Sophie - she seemed so carefree, so happy wearing diapers. Jealousy... that's what Melody had accused her of. But she could never... "Here, Erin" Audrey cooed, and Erin blinked in surprise as the woman began unbuttoning her top, uncovering her large breasts. She was mystified, lost in the sweet fragrance, and didn't fight it when Audrey nudged her head closer, her lips bumping against the erect nipple, tasting a droplet of milk. "Go on... they're really full" Audrey encouraged, and in a trance, Erin closed her eyes, wrapping her lips around the offered teat.

"There there little lady" Audrey whispered while Erin quietly suckled the milk from the large breast; Audrey had pulled her closer on her lap, supporting her butt with her hand, with which she slowly began rubbing her diaper while Erin nursed. Erin whimpered around the nipple, hardly believing she was doing such an infantile thing, but she couldn't stop herself, it just felt so... right. Had she lost the fight? Did they really turn her into a babygirl, hungrily suckling down a woman's breastmilk while getting her pussy rubbed through her diapers? Patricia and her nurses said she wanted this... even Sophie seemed to think so. But Audrey... when her belly was warm and content with milk, Erin nestled her head against the woman's bare breasts, moaning softly as the heat built and built in her crotch. Audrey was still her friend, and strangely, she trusted her, despite her being a nurse now. "It looks like you enjoyed nursing from me, little lady" Audrey smiled. Little lady... that's how Audrey saw her. A little lady that liked wearing diapers... a little lady that didn't have to go to school, didn't have to work, had people to bathe her and dress her and clean her and love her... and Audrey was right. Patricia was right. Her nurses were right. About everything...

"I... love wearing diapers" Erin suddenly blurted with a deep blush, gazing into Audrey's kind eyes, expecting shock, revulsion, but Audrey didn't even stop rubbing her diaper for her, bringing her closer and closer to her peak. "I love wetting them, and even..." she continued, a sudden weight lifting from her heart, her words just faltering out of embarrassment and confused arousal. "...and... mmm... sucking my thumb, and wearing pretty dresses-ahh, and sleeping in my c-crib, and getting spanked when I'm naughty, mmmm..." But Audrey's smile was warmer than ever, nodding in quiet approval. She was okay with her being a shameful baby girl, about to orgasm from having her diaper rubbed while revealing such humiliating things about herself. "...and c-cumming in my diapers like... ohhhh... like a d-dirty little girl...!" Erin cried, tears flowing down her burning cheeks while she bucked her hips on Audrey's hand, the padding's friction against her soaking hot slit driving her over the edge, gasping voicelessly as her orgasm rocked her, her diaper squishing with her wetness.

"Someone here to see you, Sophie" Audrey spoke in a hushed voice. Erin waddled forward, nervous but excited at the same time, past nurse Judy, towards the crib in the back of the pink room. "We'll be outside" Judy whispered, discreetly closing the door behind Audrey and her, and Erin saw Sophie shakily get up, her sweet smile still there despite a remainder of tears on her cheeks. "H-hey..." Sophie started, wiping her cheeks clean with a brave grin. Gazing into her crystal blue eyes, Erin once again couldn't find words; only when she rested her hand on Sophie's, feeling her warmth, her mind finally cleared. "Sophie... I was scared yesterday. I was scared that you were in danger, that I was in danger, and I only wanted to get out of here. I was blind, and stupid, and... hurtful, and I'm so sorry. I should've realized a long while ago that I don't want to leave... that I want to stay here... would that be okay... would it be okay if I stayed here... with you?" She felt tears roll down her cheeks, and wiped her nose in shame. "If you want to stay with me, you'd have to wear thick diapers, Erin... you'll go potty in them without knowing, and you'll have to ask your nurses to change you... you'll have to suck on pacifiers... get spoon-fed, drink from bottles and breasts... crawl around like a baby, get spanked when you're naughty... and when you get horny, when you cum in your diapers, everyone will see how much you love all of it..." Sophie whispered with a deep blush; Erin felt her hand tremble, or was that her own? "I-I'd love that" she smiled, clasping Sophie's soft hand. "Because I love you, Sophie... you make me happy". Sophie leaned forward, kissing Erin gently, and Erin cried, finally feeling free. "Then climb into my crib... so we can play" Sophie said with a naughty smile, brushing Erin's tears away, and Erin kissed the girl, passionately this time. Sophie made her so happy.

Judy carefully opened the door, shushing Melody and Sarah following in her wake as they and Audrey slowly entered the room. Sophie and Erin were in the crib together, humping their diapers against eachother while fondling and kissing, each moaning softly in blushing arousal. They gave their nurses an embarrassed glance, but went right back to their lovemaking, the rhythmic crinkling of the diapers filling the room. The nurses gathered around the crib, and Judy watched with a proud smile, knowing both girls had finally found happiness. Melody and Sarah even seemed to get caught up in the spectacle, Sarah's hand slowly rubbing Melody from behind, who quickly returned a horny kiss, both still keeping their eyes on the two babygirls in the crib. Judy took both their hands, directing the two out of the room. "Not in front of our patients" she whispered professionally when they reached the door, giving the two horny, love-struck nurses a playful slap on their behinds to send them on their way, but she couldn't blame them - Erin and Sophie really made a cute couple. Perhaps Ms. Meers could arrange for a room they could both sleep in; it would make arranging playtime much easier...

"Thank you again for taking care of my daughter, Cameron" Mrs. Valence smiled politely as she shook the administrator's hand. "I'm glad you're satisfied with our service Mrs. Valence..." Ms. Meers replied, and Mrs. Valence nodded. "I will include a bonus for Audrey Lankshire, I was particularly impressed with her eagerness to help our girls out so soon after finishing her own treatment. Well Robert - we should be heading off, case hearing starts at three". The bearded man sitting on the sofa next to her nodded, brushing off his impeccable business suit. "Mrs. Valence, Mr. Lovic, there was one thing I wished to discuss with you, concerning Erin and Sophie - we never tested the effects of long-term exposure to Baby Milk, and there is a risk the normal effects could become semi-permanent, we fear especially the incontinence might take years to recover from. Your daughters are in safe hands here, but are you sure you wish to risk such a thing?" Handing Mrs. Valence her coat, Mr. Lovic nodded. "We trust you'll do whatever you need to keep them happy, the rest is unimportant. You have both our financial contacts if there are any additional expenses that need to be made". "Thank you sir, you've both been very generous..." "I'll visit as often as I can" Mrs. Valence smiled, then accepted Mr. Lovic's arm and walked out towards the outside world.

Ms. Meers sat back in thought, then rose from her seat; she had to make sure. The halls were quiet at this time of the day, as the toddlers all took their afternoon naps, and their nurses had their own lunch. Mrs. Valence and Mr. Lovic had proposed an indefinite stay for their respective daughters, to be treated like toddlers, not as therapy, just to keep them safe and happy. In return they had basically offered her a blank check, and she worried that might've impaired her judgment - she had agreed to the proposal without giving it too much thought, and she had to make sure she wasn't making a mistake, realizing she could be keeping two innocent girls against their will. No money in the world could convince her to let the Redleaf Rose Clinic be a prison to anyone. The room she entered was dimly lit by light filtering past the heavy curtains; a mobile played its tune, shining on the wall and down into the crib it was suspended above.

Ms. Meers smiled as she saw the colored lights dancing over the two girls, sleeping face to face on top of the blanket, both drowsily suckling their thumb. Two empty baby bottles lay next to them, and she spotted several others across the room, similarly empty. At the rate they drank her medicine, they'd really become feeble, drooling toddlers, forced to crawl if not supported, unable to control their bladder or bowels at all... She could see their diapers were already wet, but there was no sign of discomfort on their faces; both girls had an almost angelic smile on their lips, sleeping peacefully like good babies. Sophie was happy. Erin was finally happy as well. Judy, Melody and Sarah and even Audrey had all done a great job - she had her reservations when Mrs. Valence and Mr. Lovic insisted to personally select the nurses for their daughters, but she could understand now why they chose to do so - they knew their daughters best, ofcourse. Perhaps they hadn't been the greatest parents before the girls were brought to the clinic... but it was clear to her they each loved their daughter as much as any parent could. Erin and Sophie were happy as baby girls, and she would do her best to let them be baby girls for as long as they wanted.

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