"Cody and the Baby Start Over Program"
Intro post (this was posted before the actual story):
Ok, first of all, I know, I'm being weird. Here I am, shoving all these new parts of "My Awesome Babysitter" down your throats, and then I turn around and re-post a long as hell old story and on top of that I have a new one for you. It's enough of Ron564339 to make anyone barf, and I apologize for my huge ass amount of new writing. I don't know, I've really gotten into it for the past week, and I feel like letting it out and posting it.
That being said, let me say a couple of things about my new story. If you've read any of my previous three, you'll find this one to be MUCH, MUCH different, which might be good, but has the potential to be very disastrous. Basically, my other stories were kinda "cuddly"; almost sickeningly happy and filled with lovable emotions. But even though there is much improvement that can be made in them, I really do like them a lot, and thankfully I've gotten many positive responses about them.
My new story, on the other hand, is almost the complete opposite; it's told from the perspective of a pretty rough character and it has much humiliation in it. This is the reason I re-posted "John's Newfound Babyhood"...these two stories are almost polar opposites, and I thought that posting that one again would help make people not think that I'm a freak who only writes about crazy diaper humiliation.
Keeping that in mind, everyone who reads this story might completely hate it, so you might want to prepare yourself for that. But I really wanted to try something different, and I've really gotten into this story...it's really long and I've had a lot of crazy plot twists and explanations enter my mind. It's shaping up to be pretty crazy.
I'm not finished with it yet, and I won't post all of the parts that I've written yet because it it so damn long. But if you guys somehow happen to like it, I'll continue posting new parts.
Finally, bear in mind this story, like John's Newfound Babyhood, is highly unrealistic (although it does not have physical regression). Also, there is a lot of profanity in this story, so if that bothers you, you probably won't enjoy it.
Ok, I really need to shut the hell up, so here are the beginning parts to it.
"Cody and the Baby Start Over Program"
So there I was, lying down in a giant crib with its bars looking so confining to me. I couldn't really move because my wrists and ankles were tied down to the crib. And even if I wanted to talk, the damn pacifier that was strapped around my head and stuck in my mouth kept me from doing it.
I looked around the room through the bars of my crib, but there wasn't much to see; except for the moonlight coming in from the window, the room was completely dark. I could only make out the shapes of all of the other cribs in the room just like mine. Not like it mattered that I couldn't see them; I knew that just like mine, each one of them contained a pre-teen or teenage boy who like me, were wearing thick diapers, some cloth, some disposable, in addition to some other type of baby clothing.
Unlike me, those poor bastards weren't tied down. There was no need; they were perfectly happy in their baby-like state, and most were sucking pacifiers because they wanted to, not because they were strapped to their heads.
I was too uncomfortable to sleep. It was this damn cloth diaper; as much as I hated the feel of the disposables, the cloth ones were much thicker, and I hadn't gotten used to that. When I thought about it, though, I didn't see how I had gotten even a wink of sleep considering all the crap I had been through.
I tried to spot Johnny, knowing that he was the only one with any sense in this entire hell-hole. But from what I could see, he was happily dozing away just like the rest of those idiots. I guess I really can't call them idiots, though; they were once just like me, and it's not really their fault that they loved those stupid diapers and would rather have a teddy bear to help them to sleep than a good shot of NyQuil...
But I guess I'm not making much sense, am I? I should probably back up a bit and explain how I ended up in this horrible situation. Let me see, where should I begin...
I suppose it's best to start with an introduction. The name's Luke Cody Stephens. All of my bros called me Luke, but my wussy middle name would be my new label once I entered that hellish place. But that's jumping ahead a bit.
I wasn't what you would call your typical kid growing up, unless by typical you mean wretched. What could I say, I was an inner city kid exposed to a lot of rough individuals, and considering how much I hated school, I found joy in the various illegal and immoral activities we did...I even thrived on them.
By age eight I was shoplifting regularly. I picked up smoking at age nine. Ten...vandalism. You know, graffiti, throwing rocks through people's windows for fun, defacing public property, the usual. By eleven fist fights were the norm for me, and I would get a black eye or bloody nose every week (although I dished out a lot more than I took...I've still got scars on my knuckles). I was getting drunk every weekend by the time I was twelve, and getting high was a preferred hobby. I lost my virginity by banging this gorgeous broad when I turned thirteen...I think she was around 20.
School sucked and I only used it as an opportunity to get more acquainted with my fellow thugs. I constantly insulted teachers and even took a swing at an assistant principle...I never did like that stupid chump. Eventually I ended up going to many different schools, and not only did I get kicked outta all of them, I did it with style. I think my favorite was the military school...they don't seem to like their property being set on fire.
Now, at age fourteen, my parents had damn near given up on me. I had become a typical delinquent that no parent would be proud of. Even though my boyishly pale face and straight black hair might make some think I was a goody two-shoes, the scars on my face, untidy street clothes and decently sized muscles gave another impression.
I suppose part of the problem was their lack of discipline for me, but I don't know if all the whuppin's in the world woulda changed the way I was. Anyway, they didn't know what to do; they didn't want to see me go to juvi hall, and their lawyers had always made sure I got off...money does strange things to people, even juries and judges.
But my folks were at their wits' end; they had tried everything else to straighten me out. If they yelled at me, I yelled back and just went back to the streets. If they cried, I didn't give a fuck, claiming I was just having fun and they should calm down. One time they asked me what happened to the cute little Cody that I had once been. This pissed me off so badly that I yelled, "I hate that fucking name! And don't ever call me 'cute'. Damn I hate you sometimes!"
No matter how you look at it, I could tell they had gotten desperate. So when they told me they had enrolled me in a new "school", I just smiled and said, "Bring it on!" After all, nothing could be as rough as military school had been. Or so I thought...
My adventure basically started with a bus ride. It was weird as hell; there were no other kids on the bus, and all the stuff I was taking with me was taken and I didn't see where it had been stored. I didn't really care; these private schools always had weird-ass ways of doing things.
As I got off of the bus, I had to admit I was impressed with the school building; it was fucking enormous. I didn't think I had ever seen a structure that had covered so much ground space, even though the roof wasn't all that high.
My welcome wasn't exactly heart-warming; the rainy weather combined with the dark uniforms that my two escorts were wearing made me feel like I was going off to the hot seat or something. These two guys each grabbed one of my arms tightly and began to lead me off to the entrance, all without saying a word.
Normally I would have raised my fists and given each of them a swift jab to the face, but I stopped myself; I was curious about this strange building, and decided that I'd bide my time and strike at a more appropriate time.
After we went through the door, they led me through this gigantic hall. The lights were bright and the floor was covered with these pale blue tiles. The walls were the same color. Despite the bright lights, the place had an eerie feel to it; I still felt like I was being led to my doom. However, we soon ran up to another person, a man in this tight leather outfit. He was skinny and had this thin black mustache and sleek black hair. As we approached, he gave me this sly grin and said in a shrill voice,
"Ah, Mr. Stephens. I've taken a look at your past record, and I must say that it is quite extensive."
"Impressive, eh?" I asked with a sarcastic smile.
"Quite," he replied. "And because of this, I do think you'll find your time in our little program to be quite helpful.
"But first things first. We must get you properly situated."
As he said this, he pulled out this metal collar thingy from one of his pockets. It was just big enough to fit around my neck, and it had a shiny glare to it.
He moved forward and began to attempt to put it around my neck. I say attempt because I used my feet to kick it out of his hand. That collar looked pretty fucked up to me, and there was no way this prick would put it on me. I would have used my arms, but those two stupid fucks were still holding on to me tightly, not moving. But they were hella strong and I couldn't move my arms at all.
"I'm not wearing that fucking thing, so you had better give up right now!" I said angrily.
The skinny guy bent over to pick up the collar, although he still has a smile on his face. "Ah, a feisty one, aren't you Mr. Stephens? No matter; gentlemen, please suppress Mr. Stephens here."
Before I knew it, the two guards had pinned me to the floor, and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't move.
I felt a metal object click into place around my neck. It wasn't tight enough to choke me; in fact, I couldn't feel it at all, really. There was definitely something pretty weird about it.
As soon as it was clicked on, the skinny guy said, "All right, men, you can let go of him now." As they did so, I quickly got to my feet and felt the collar. It was definitely there, even though I couldn't feel it on my neck.
"And considering how much of a fight you've already put up, I will now show you why these little devices are so useful in keeping loathsome boys like yourself in line."
Not knowing what else to do, I tried to yank off the collar, but it wouldn't budge. I then decided to try and make a break for the doors. As I turned, however, I felt a surge of pain shoot through my entire body.
I collapsed to the floor, screaming in pain. It was worse than anything I had ever felt before, and I had been sliced with knives and had teeth punched out. I felt like my whole body was on fire, and every single inch of my body was in agony. The immense pain continued for about one full minute, and when it finally stopped, my body was too weak from the pain to move.
"Don't worry, Mr. Stephens, or should I say, Luke," I heard the skinny guy say. "You'll be fine in a few more minutes. But let this remind you of what happens when you don't cooperate...any one of our trained officials can make you experience it again at any time."
I listened to these words as I felt myself being dragged across the floor. I guess the two guards were doing it, but I still didn't really feel like moving; I didn't really care where they were dragging me, I was just glad the pain was over.
As the skinny guy faded from view, I noticed that I was taken into a small room with white lights, white walls and white floor tile. They hoisted me up onto this soft table. From there, they stripped me naked. This was completely embarrassing and degrading, and I tried my damdest to resist, but my body was still too weak. After I was naked, I felt them take my arms and strap them down to the table. With that, the two guys left.
Nothing happened for the next few minutes. I did regain my strength, but my arms were so securely pinned to the table that all I was able to do was move my head and my legs around a little. This really sucked, and I let out a yell to express my rage as I violently tried to struggle out of my bonds.
For the first time in many years, I began to feel actually scared; I couldn't do anything, and I had no idea what these freaks were going to do to me. I knew it had to be illegal, and I swore that I would make my parents sue this place and have all of these creepy fuckers arrested once I got out.
Before I could think about much else, a new person entered the room. I looked up and saw that it was this extremely hot woman in a nurse's outfit (which I found very sexy). She had a beautiful face, a tight body, and really nice blonde hair.
She began to speak to me. "So you're the newest member in our wonderful program! Welcome!"
"Funny way to welcome a guest," I said. "Shocking him and strapping him to a table."
"Oh, but it's the only way to handle naughty little boys like yourself," she said in a sexy, but condescending voice.
"Wait one second," I said. "I may be 'naughty', but I ain't no little boy. I'm a fucking man...OUCH!"
All of a sudden I got another horrible shock from the collar I was still wearing. Thankfully, this one only lasted about five seconds, and even though I still hurt, my body wasn't weakened like it had been from the longer shock earlier.
"You better watch that potty-mouth of yours," she told me. "Every time you say a naughty word, you will receive a shock for five seconds. After 200 curses, it will become ten seconds, and every 200 curses it becomes five seconds longer. We have found this to be a very effective way of cleaning up filthy little mouths."
Being very frustrated at what she told me, I decided I would shut up for the moment; those shocks were so painful that I wanted to avoid them at all costs.
She then continued. "Hmm...I'm told your name is Luke. But that doesn't seem to fit a cute little boy like you. I think I like your middle name, Cody, much better. So that's what we'll call you while you're here."
Forgetting the collar, I yelled, "I hate that fucking name!" I then received another horrible shock.
"You'll learn shortly, Cody," she responded. "Anyway, let me inform you about our program. It was developed for bad little boys such as yourself in order to fix what is wrong with you. The basic idea is that you were raised wrong, and that is why you are the unpleasant thorn in society's side that you are. Therefore, we will have to start over, and retrain you in your ways."
"What in the...heck are you talking about? Start over?"
"Oh you'll find out soon enough. For now, I think we had better get you dressed."
As she went over to open a drawer, I said, "Good, I want to put my clothes back on anyway." I had assumed that they had only made me naked to perform a physical on me or something.
"Oh, you'll have no need of those rugged things anymore," she said as she rummaged around in the drawer. "We have brand new clothes for you. I think we'll start off with disposable...they're easier to deal with, anyway."
Not having a clue what she was talking about, I just watched her for a second. As she turned toward me, I noticed she had something in each hand. In one hand was a small container. In the other, a soft white material that had this little cartoon pattern along the edge of it.
Suddenly, to my great horror, I began to piece together what was happening. The words "start over", "disposable", and "little boy" all combined together with the material she was holding to make me realize what it was. It was a...DIAPER.
As I made the connection, the nurse woman spoke again. "You see, Cody, in order to retrain you, we must start from the beginning. This means you will have to become like you were at the beginning, in other words, a baby. And as you probably know, babies must wear diapers, so let's get you ready."
I of course wouldn't have any of this fucking shit. I yelled, "No fucking way, bitch!" I got another nasty shock, but after the initial pain, this one had no effect on me; I was too angry. I continued to thrash my body wildly about; there was no way in hell I would be wearing a diaper.
Unfortunately, the nurse lady was prepared. "Tut tut," she said. "Let's teach our new baby a lesson." With that, she pressed a button on her sleeve, and I felt another horrible shock. This one, however, didn't go away for a full two minutes. It was pure agony; I wished that I could die rather than for the pain to continue any longer.
When it was finally over, I yet again did not have the strength to move. Although my head was positioned in a way to see my crotch and the nurse, I couldn't move it.
A smile spread across her face as she stepped towards me. As I lay there limply, she opened up the container and began to sprinkle a white powder on my crotch. The smell of it was sickeningly sweet...it reminded me of the smell of babies. This led me to realize that it was baby powder that she was putting on my crotch. Too weak to express any anger, I could only manage to say in a tiny voice, "Wait, what are you doing, don't put that on me!"
But she only continued to smile and say in a babyish voice, "Oh come now, baby Cody has to smell nice and baby fresh like the baby he is. Besides, we don't want him to get a diaper rash!"
These words were so horribly embarrassing that I actually began to cry. And I never, I mean, never, cry.
The nurse continued to do her work, humming as she grabbed my ankles, lifted up my legs (how in the hell did she do that? it took her no effort at all!), and then put some of the baby powder on my ass, which she referred to as my "baby bottom" (which I hated). She then unfolded the diaper and placed it underneath me.
At this point I was bursting in tears, and just pleaded with her in a bitchy, whiny little voice. "Please," I cried. "Don't do this! Don't put me in a fucking diaper!"
The shock I received from my cursing just reminded me of how helpless I was. I still didn't have the strength to resist, and before I knew it, the nurse had pulled the diaper through my legs and tightly fastened around my waist with the tapes on the side.
The feel of it was horrible. It was extremely thick, almost as if I had a pillow under my butt. Plus it was so soft, making me feel like the biggest pansy in the world. These two things were so cuddly that I almost felt like physically vomiting. I felt the soft plastic up against my thighs, butt, and whole crotch. To make matters worse, I looked down and saw these little cartoon characters dancing around gleefully on the strip along my waist. But there was nothing I could do; I was trapped in this soft plastic prison, and I honestly began to feel like a helpless little fucking baby. The whole feeling made me continue to loudly cry and whine, no matter how hard I tried to keep it in. I felt the tears stream down my face and my cheeks were red hot from humiliation.
But this wasn't enough torture for the nurse. She had to keep on mocking me and degrading me by talking to me like I was an actual baby.
"Aww, yes, my sweet wittle Cody looks so adorable in his dydee! But don't cry, wittle baby, you'll have many other nice things to play with! Toys, rattles, pacifiers, teddy bears, blankies, and many other delights that will surely make baby Cody stop crying!"
This only added to my grief as I continued to sob and take in the fact that I would be helplessly treated like a baby. Not only was my body still physically weak, but I knew that there wasn't a damn thing I could do. If I ever began to step out of line in the slightest bit, I would have to face that ungodly pain again, and my body would become too weak to do anything for another period of time.
As the horror of my whole situation hit me, I didn't even have the energy to resist. I was in a state of complete apathy and defeat, so I just gave up. I just helplessly watched as the nurse began to dress me in pajamas for babies...I would later learn it was called a footed sleeper. It was this disgustingly cute baby blue, and it had Mickey Mouse designs on it. To my utmost horror I realized that sewn into it on the chest it said "Baby Cody", which made me cry even more. Not to mention the fact that the warm, soft material covered my whole body.
I then saw her take out one of those things babies suck on, in other words, a pacifier. I saw her take a piece of ribbon and tie it around the pacifier, and then she pinned the ribbon to my sleeper.
"Well, since my wittle Cody can't seem to stop crying, maybe this will quiet him down. And if he doesn't want his paci, maybe he would rather have another shock!"
Utterly terrified at the prospect of being shocked again, I continued to cry as she inserted the rubber nipple of the pacifier into my mouth. It muffled my crying, and it actually sounded just like it does when a baby is crying and a mother gives it a pacifier to calm it down. My sobs continued, but the pacifier muffled the sounds, making it sound like a mere whimper. All of my pride had now been run into the ground as I sucked on the pacifier like a sissy little one year old. I reminded myself of all of those stupid ass TV shows where the baby won't shut up until it gets its pacifier.
The nurse then un-strapped me from the table. I didn't even attempt to fight back because I was so scared of getting another shock. She then lifted me up and carried me in her arms (again, I was dumbfounded by her total strength). I continued to cry as she smiled down at me and made baby noises to try to cheer me up. She then laughed and remarked that it was fitting that I was crying since I would have to get used to my new life as a baby. She then cooed me once more and pinched my cheek, which I completely loathed.
Still sobbing around my pacifier, I looked at the walls as the nurse carried me through the hall. Eventually we came to this huge door with a sign over it. The sign read "THE NURSERY". Upon reading it I cried into my pacifier even more.
As the nurse carried me into "The Nursery", I experienced a new feeling: just pure awe. Firstly, the size of the room was amazing; it was easily half the size of a football field. The walls were a combination of pale colors; a light "baby" blue, pink and yellow, and the carpeted floor white. What made this even more awkward was the fact that the walls were covered with all kinds of babyish designs, from smiling bunny rabbits to cartoon characters to paintings of teenage boys crawling around in diapers. The pure cuteness of it all truly sickened my stomach, especially because it reminded me of my current condition. It almost felt like the designs were pointing fingers at me and laughing at my baby treatment.
Even more shocking than the room itself was what was contained in it. Almost every kind of item or furniture you think about when you think about babies was in here. There was a row of baby cribs up against one wall, but these were not normal cribs; a full grown adult could fit in one. I saw big high chairs up against tables. I saw bookshelves filled with little kids' books. I saw rocking chairs and rocking horses. I saw all kinds of baby toys and blocks scattered across the floor. And worst of all, I saw a huge line of those horrid diaper changing tables, each covered with sickening baby designs.
But what truly made this room shocking and horrifying was not the room itself, nor the objects contained in it; no, the worst part was the fact that there were about 100 boys in the room, and each one was wearing baby clothes. They looked to range from about eight years old to about twenty years old. Some were wearing sleepers like me, others were wearing overalls, some were wearing what I later learned were onesies, and some were just there in their diapers with nothing covering them up. And even if you could not plainly see their diapers, that telltale bulge made certain that each boy was wearing a thick diaper, whether it was disposable or cloth.
In addition to the boys, there were many grown women in the room as well. But they were not dressed as babies; they wore adult clothes, and even though they did not have the same appearance as the nurse who was holding me, it was clear that they were there to watch over the boys and enforce the rules.
As if that in itself wasn't bad enough, I could tell these boys were not in the same mindset as me. As I watched, I realized they were not merely dressed as babies and resisting the idea. They weren't even acting like they were aware of it. Instead, each was acting like a real baby. I was sickened by these sights but at the same time I felt sorry for these pathetic kids.
I saw one kid that looked about 15 who was playing with some of the blocks strewn across the floor. I saw a 12 year old shaking a rattle and staring blankly at it. I saw a 9 year old trying to suck his toes. I saw a whole group of boys being read a story by one of the women, and the boys were all listening intently to every word. I saw an 18 year old asleep on the floor, a smile across his face as he sucked his thumb and clutched a baby blanket that was big enough for him. I saw a 16 year old being rocked in a rocking chair and being fed a baby bottle by one of the women. I saw a group of boys peacefully sleeping in some of the cribs. I saw a 13 year old being spoon fed in a high chair. I saw an 8 year old rolling around on the floor making baby noises. And worst of all, I saw a whole group of boys laying down on the changing tables with women standing over them, and I shuddered to think that they were getting their diapers changed.
As I took all this in, my previous feelings of anger, sadness, and humiliation were all multiplied by ten. The fear of the shock collar was still in my mind, so all I could make myself do is softly whine around my pacifier.
The nurse carried me over to the middle of the whole area and just set me down on my ass. The carpet felt soft, and it felt weird to have so much padding between my ass and the ground. After told me to "Have fun with your little friends, baby Cody," the nurse left the room.
As I sat there dumbstruck by what I was seeing, I began to calm down and stop my foolish crying. I spit out the pacifier but didn't bother to unpin it from my sleeper. As I tried to think straight, I became more and more appalled at what I saw.
First of all, I hate babies anyway. They make these really annoying crying sounds, they're always spitting up, and they always smell because they shit their diapers. But it was ten times worse seeing these boys, not babies, but boys, acting like babies. In addition to the dumb giggling and gurgling noises that were everywhere, every now and then you'd hear one just burst out into crying. And I'm not talking about soft crying like mine; they were screaming at the top of lungs. As I watched, one of the women would rush over to comfort the screaming pre-teen or teenager. She would then often do things like play a game to calm him down, bounce him up and down, give him a pacifier, put him down for a nap, feed him a bottle, or, if need, be take him over to a changing table to change his diaper.
The sight of this began to really upset me and it started to drive me crazy. Deciding that the only option I had was to escape this evil nursery, I immediately rose to my feet and tried to run.
But to my dismay, as soon as I got to my feet, another tortuous shock from my collar drove made by body collapse again. This completely terrified me. I realized that the collar not only had a built in shock for swearing, but also for standing. I then realized that most of the boys would not walk; instead, they would crawl. I panicked, feeling a new sense of confinement. Feeling stupid, I attempted to try crawling. Thankfully, it worked, and I could move about with pretty much freedom. But I couldn't go nearly as fast as I could running, and surely one of the women would catch me and I'd be in for a huge shock if I tried to escape.
My last resort was trying to remove the collar. But this hope was destroyed when I realized that as soon as I pulled on it, I got another shock. With my last idea being useless, I felt a complete sense of defeat. I simply just sat back down on my butt and began crying again.
I must have not been crying really hard, because thankfully, none of the stupid bitches tried to come over and make me stop. Instead, a boy who looked to be about 10 started to crawl over to me. He was only wearing a red T-shirt and a cloth diaper, and he was holding a teddy bear, and even though he only spoke gibberish, he offered me the bear.
I was still really upset and pouting, so I grabbed the stupid bear and threw it across the room. This immediately caused the boy to howl out very loudly, and immediately one of the women came and picked him up. As she patted his back and tried to calm him down with her soft words, he slowly stopped crying. She put him back down and he crawled over to play with some of those baby ring things on the floor.
I didn't understand why she hadn't punished me or even taken any notice of me. But I was just glad that I didn't receive another shock. Still though, I was stuck, and not knowing what else to do, I pouted and went back to thinking about how completely bad this situation was. I didn't see how this whole place was legal at all. I thought about how if my parents knew what went on in here how they would sue the living hell out of it.
Then another truly horrible thought struck me; maybe they knew exactly what was going on here, and that they supported it! If so, that meant that no one who would think this place was awful knew that I was here!
But it's not like it mattered. Even if my parents didn't know about all this, there was no way that I could escape it and let anyone know what was going on.
As I began to ponder what I had done to deserve this, another boy crawled over toward me. Well, I say boy; he actually looked like he was about 20. He had blondish brown hair that was neatly parted, light brown eyes, and a face that looked like he belonged in one of those fucking boy bands. Like me, he had a footed sleeper on, but his was yellow. He also had a pacifier attached to it by a ribbon, and he was gladly sucking on the pacifier. I noticed that across his chest read the name "Baby Johnny".
I was totally expecting another baby-like encounter like I had had with the previous boy, so you can imagine my total shock when he spit out his pacifier, held out his right hand towards me and said "Put 'er there pal!" in a completely normal (and surprisingly low) voice.
Completely taken aback by this phrase, I basically just continued to stare at the guy in disbelief. After a few seconds, he pulled his hand back.
"Fine, be rude," he said. "It makes no difference to me anymore, I've come to expect it from another punk kid like you."
Still in shock, the only thing I managed to say was, "You...you can talk!"
"Apparently so can you," he responded with a sarcastic smile. "Genius communication skill, ain't it?"
"Wait, now I'm really confused," I said as I put my face in the palm of my hand.
The guy just laughed and said, "Well, let me break it down for ya. I'll start off by introducing myself. I'm John Wyatt, although I'm now simply known as 'Baby Johnny', as you've probably been able to tell by the lovely sewn in label." As he made this comment, he motioned his hand towards the label across his chest.
He continued by saying, "You are now the newest recruit to this 'illustrious' program. They call it 'Reconstruction', and this place is known as 'The Reconstruction Center for Troubled Youths', although it's earned the nickname 'The Start-Over Program'. I'm assuming they've told you what the program does, no?"
It was kind of hard to tell when "Johnny" was being sarcastic and when he was serious. Still sort of lost, I said, "All that nurse lady told me was that I'm going to 'start over' because I wasn't raised right, or something like that."
"Well, that's the basic idea, my friend," he said. "You, just like we all once were, are a burden to society. Don't try to deny it," he added when I was about to object. "I know that you've already committed God knows how many crimes. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.
"You see, this place is sort of a last resort for parents who don't know what to do with their delinquent children. Everyone here once had problems that no school, no court, no correctional program could fix. Their parents had given up, and upon hearing about the program, decided to enroll their troubled youth. And that is why you're here, am I right?"
He had basically hit the nail on the head. But as I looked around, I couldn't believe it. There was no way these wussy kids had once broken the law. They were just like babies, for crying out loud!
"Yeah, that's why I'm here, I guess," I said. "But wait, you're tryin' to tell me these fucking...OWW!" I said as I received another shock.
Johnny just laughed and said, "Oh, you'll learn eventually. It only takes so many shocks to purge you of your profanity. Although I will say that I myself still occasionally utter a filthy word and get a nasty shock,"
After recovering from my shock, I got back on track. "Anyway, you're tellin' me these...pansies were once violent, disrespectful lawbreakers?"
"Indeed, my friend," he replied. "As you look around this room, you will see a whole tandem of kids, ranging from age 8 to age 20 that were once young hoodlums in their respective neighborhoods. Let's take a look at a few examples.
"Take a look at Joey over there," Johnny said as he pointed to a kid that looked 13 and who was currently building a structure out of blocks. "Before he came here, he was a gang member who specialized in knife fights. He hospitalized a few other random kids, and his parents couldn't stand to see him be punished, using their money to save him from legal punishment. But now that he's made his way here and started going through the program, he's as harmless as a one year old.
"How 'bout ol' Simon over there?" he said motioning towards a 15 year old that was being bottle fed by one of the women. "By age twelve he was stealing cars every other week. Now, he won't even touch another kid's toy without asking for it.
"I think Calvin was one of the roughest kids that's come here," he said, pointing at a 17 year old who...I shuddered...was getting his diaper changed. "He specialized in arson, God knows how many buildings lay in ashes because of his work. He even claimed that he killed a kid but was proven 'not guilty' in court. I have to admit even I was surprised when I would watch him peacefully doze off in his crib snuggling with his teddy bear.
"Some are younger, of course. Matt over there is still physically only age 8, although like all the others he has the mind of a baby. He would get into fights every single day at school, and he eventually hit his principle and broke his nose ('strong kid,' I thought). Now he bawls non-stop until he gets his pacifier and is rocked back and forth to soothe his nerves.
"Then there's Tommy. That 10 year old over there, the one trying to get his toes in his mouth, was once a drug dealer. How he managed to get into all that by the tender age of 10, I'll never know. But now he's an adorable fellow that would make any common girl say 'Awww'.
"And then of course there're your rapists. Billy over there," he said pointing to a 16 year old. "He raped countless girls at weekly parties. But I'll never forget the look of pain and humiliation in his face when he was bent over one of these women's knees and spanked until the cows came home. Sometimes that happens to the more resistant blokes."
"Perhaps you're wondering why there ain't no girls here. I have heard that there are institutions such as this one for girls, although I've never seen it with my own two eyes. The creators apparently only think the program works if the genders are separated. Besides, as you can imagine, there are plenty more hoodlum boys than girls."
After this whole speech, I'm still not sure if I believed Johnny. It seemed like there was no way that these harmless little babies were at one time horrible criminals. It just couldn't be. Curious as to how these kids could have been possibly transformed, I decided to ask Johnny how the program worked.
"Ok, wait a second," I said. "If what you're saying is indeed true, then how in the...heck, did they go from such bad kids to the little wussies they are now?"
Johnny smiled and said, "Well, it's a bit of a complicated process, but I'll still try to explain how it works, considering I doubt either of us are going anywhere anytime soon. Uh, well," he said as he looked up over my head. "After your feeding, that is...Enjoy!"
Puzzled by what he was talking about, I just looked at him funny. I then felt a shadow go over me, then I felt someone lift me up from my armpits, and before I knew it, one of the women in the room was holding me in her arms and carrying me (like a baby, I might add) over to a rocking chair.
As she walked (how in the hell was she so strong?), she smiled at me and said, "Ok, wittle Cody, time for you to get your ba-ba!"
Once I realized that she was talking about giving me a baby-bottle, I at once yelled "NO WAY!" and I began to struggle and try to escape from her arms. But she seemed to have the same strength as the two guards that had carried me in, and no matter how much I resisted, she held me firmly in her arms.
"No no no, baby Cody," she said. "It is time for your bottle, and you WILL be a good boy and drink the whole thing!"
As she sat down in the rocking chair, still holding me tightly with one arm, she reached over and retrieved a baby bottle that was full of milk. As she began to press it towards my mouth, I shot out a hand and grabbed it, trying to hold it back. But she was just too strong; the nipple inched closer and closer to my mouth. But even though I couldn't hold her hand back, I could at least prevent it from going into my mouth. As it approached my mouth I tightly closed my lips, and she was unable to get it through.
"Well, if baby Cody is going to be a bad little boy, then we will just have to punish him!" she said. With that, she reached over and touched her wrist, and I immediately experienced that same torturous shock throughout my entire body. After it went on for a full minute, my body collapsed again and I could put up no more resistance.
Satisfied, the woman then took the bottle again, and this time it went into my mouth without resistance. As tears filled my eyes again, she forcefully squeezed the milk into my mouth, and I was simply too weak to prevent myself from swallowing it. As I continued to nurse from the bottle, she rocked me back and forth, patted my butt with her hand and said "Now you're being a good baby Cody. Drink your whole bottle for mommy!"
As I finished off the stupid thing, she took it out of my mouth and said, "There, now was that so bad? Babies need their milk, after all." I didn't even resolve to object to the whole idea. With the ordeal now over, the woman carried me back over to where Johnny was.
"Now you can go back to playing with your new friend, Johnny," she said as she put me down and left. To make matters even worse, Johnny was sitting there with a smirk across his face.
"Have a good time?" he asked. "Milk, it truly does do a body good."
As I wiped the tears from my eyes, I muttered, "Fuck you," and received another five second shock.
"Oh come on," he said. "Honestly, the kids here always make such a big deal about all this stuff when they first get here. Is it really that bad to be fed a bottle? Honestly..."
"Yes, it is that bad," I remarked, my pride still hurting badly.
"Oh, just forget about it," he said. "Well, where were we? I do believe you were asking me about how all these kids went from horrible monsters to the harmless babies you see before you. Are you still interested in pursuing the topic?"
I wasn't really that interested, but I wanted to have something to think about other than the horrible experience of being bottle-fed, so I said, "Yeah, go ahead."
"All right," Johnny began. "Well, as you know, the whole idea behind this program is that you were raised wrong, and that is why you have committed the immoral acts that you have. In order to change who you are, they must start over and retrain you. However, the first step in the reconstruction process is called 'decoding'."
"What is that?" I asked.
"Well, before they attempt to re-teach you everything about growing up, they must first prepare your mind and body to take in this information again. You see, when kids first get here, their minds have already been damaged...it is impossible for you, for example, to change your ways in your current state of mind.
"Now whether you want to admit it or not, at one point in your life, you were a helpless, innocent baby. Your mommy had to bottle-feed you, put in your crib for naps, and change your messy diapers, among other things. And all you did was cry when you were upset...there was no evil thought in you.
"Well, basically, what this program must first do is return your body and your mind to that state; that is the only way anything can be changed. You have to become malleable, if you will."
"So what in the hell...Ouch!" I said as I received another shock. I would really have to get used to this shock thing.
"I mean, heck, are they going to do to me first?"
"Well, it's already in effect," Johnny explained. "You see, most of the fine male specimens you see before you have already been decoded, hence their baby behavior. I do believe there are about five kids, other than you, that are still in the decoding process. You probably wouldn't enjoy conversing with them, however. They can still talk, but their interests are nothing like they once were; they would probably only want to talk to you about how much they love their pacifiers and how much they like having their diapers changed.
"Anyway, the first things to go in the decoding process are your physical abilities. As you have found out, you are currently unable to stand without receiving a shock. The purpose of this is that they want to condition your body so that the only physical mobility you will be capable of is crawling. Eventually, your legs muscles will 'forget' how to walk, and when you attempt to walk, you will lack balance and the proper strength, and you will therefore collapse and fall over. Even if they wanted to and didn't get shocked, no decoded kid here would be able to walk unless they have been re-taught how.
"Also, if you've noticed, the women here, who we refer to as 'nannies', can pick you up and control you very easily. This is not because they are very strong; they're just average women. It's your collar; not only does it have shocking capabilities, but it weakens your muscles and makes you light as, well, a baby.
"The purpose of this is to reduce the strength of your muscles. They will not become as weak as a baby's, but they will become considerably weaker than what they currently are. Even without collars on, most kids here couldn't put up much resistance if they chose to. This makes it much easier for the nannies to keep them in line."
As I listened, I became horrified to realize what would happen to my body. "That's so fucked up...Oww!" I began to say before another shock.
"That's so messed up," I tried again. "Does that really happen?"
"I speak the truth to you, my friend. It will happen. And then of course there are your bladder and bowels. I'll give you about four weeks before you become incontinent."
"And how does that happen?" I asked.
"Well think about it. Whether you want to or not, you WILL piss and shit..."
But he was cut off from his collar shocking him. To my great surprise, Johnny got shocked for about five minutes. It went on for so long that I thought the pain would actually knock him out.
But to my great surprise, once it ended, he acted like it hadn't happened at all.
"I really do know better than to curse like that," he remarked.
"How in the world are you so unaffected by it, though?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm conditioned to it by now. The shock doesn't affect me any more than a pin prick. But if YOU get conditioned to it, they'll find other ways to keep you line, if need be," he said as he saw the look of hope in my eyes.
"Back to what I was saying, you WILL...'go pee pee' or 'poo poo' in your diaper, whether you like it or not. If you haven't noticed, there are no bathrooms in here, and you have no way to escape this room considering you can only crawl. And if you try to remove your diaper, or even your sleeper, a nanny will soon notice you and you will receive a five minute shock. So, eventually you'll have no choice but to go in your diaper. And after you do it long enough, you'll find you won't be able to control it any more and it will come out without you even noticing. Like I said, I give you about four weeks, tops. But don't worry if you're wet or messy...you simply have to just cry for a bit and a nanny will rush over and change you...they're pretty good at noticing wet and dirty diapers."
"I don't believe you," I said. "There's no way I'm gonna...do that, in my, my..."
"I've heard many say the same," Johnny remarked. "And look at them now," he added, pointing over to some boys getting their diapers changed by the nannies.
"Anyway," he continued. "Your physical attributes will go first, but your mind will still be the same. However, eventually, and it varies from person to person, but given enough time, your mind will begin to return to the way it was when you were a baby. It's usually a slow process, and because of this, it will probably happen without you even noticing it.
"Typically, it starts small. Kids generally start by finding an interest in the toys here or having stories read to them. Now I know what you're thinking. You're saying 'There's no way I would ever play with blocks or like these stories.' But remember, my friend, you have no other form of entertainment. There is no one here who will talk to you normally, save me. The nannies just treat you like a baby, and the kids, well, they're babies themselves. And it's not like you have anything else to do. Eventually, you'll get bored, and your only source of amusement will be these things. Over time, you'll begin to love them. You'll be able to pass hours by playing with the toys you see before you, and you'll become sad, happy, or scared when you hear stories like 'Goldie-locks and the Three Bears' or 'Cinderella'. And your reactions will become increasingly babyish because those around you are that way. It will become natural for you to clap with glee when something makes you happy in a story, and simple parts in fairy tales will bring you to tears.
"On that same note, emotionally you will become more and more baby-like. Just look at your current emotions...you have already experienced extreme defeat and grief. And my friend, the only comfort you will receive will be from the nannies and various baby paraphernalia. When faced with complete sadness and defeat and when you have nowhere else to turn, you'll find pleasure when a nanny holds you in her arms, rocks you and tells you that you're a good baby. You'll begin to enjoy the way she plays with you and gives you attention when she changes your diaper. And you'll begin to get a warm feeling in your stomach and chest when you hug a soft teddy bear, cuddly blankie, or when you suck a pacifier or your thumb. Like it or not, you'll grow to love these things.
"And your sleep is affected too. They force you to take naps in addition to all of the sleep you get every night. After all, babies do sleep a lot. You will eventually find cribs not to be confining, but they will give you security. And given enough time, you will be unable to sleep without a pacifier, teddy, or other such items. But with these items, you will experience the most peaceful sleep in your life, and your body will have the physical need of getting up to sixteen hours of sleep a day.
"Of course other aspects of your mind will go too. With no one speaking real English to you, you will lose your ability to speak anything but babyish gurgles and crying. Although if you are stubborn and continue to speak English properly, they will resort to shocking you whenever you speak real words. In addition, your perception will be weakened, and you will start viewing yourself as a tiny baby who is in complete control of the nannies. It will become completely natural for you to cry when you are upset about something, whether you're scared, hungry, or wet.
"You may be wondering how all of this is accomplished. Well, some of it is forced, such as your motor skills and bladder control. In addition, when you sleep, you will at first be tied in your crib, and a pacifier will be strapped into your mouth to force dependence. Likewise, even though they start off by forcing you to be spoon-fed or bottle-fed like you just experienced, soon they will force you to cry when it is feeding time or when you need to be changed. If you refuse, they resort to more shocking, and they will continue to shock you until you cry. They will then proceed to feed you or change you. After time, you will find yourself automatically crying whenever you feel hunger or realize that you need a diaper change, among other things.
"Other aspects just happen naturally, such as your interest in toys and stories, lack of speech (unless they decide to force you), and emotional security. The environment you're in will have its way with you and without you even realizing what's happening, these parts of you will become more and more baby-like.
"Given enough time, the process of decoding will be complete. Other than your body size, you will be in all ways exactly like the baby you once were. Once this is achieved, the reconstruction process can continue."
This was a whole lot for me to take in, and even though as Johnny talked I became more and more horrified, I had a hard time believing him. I mean, there was no way that I would enjoy holding a stupid teddy bear or wet my diaper...I'd sooner die.
I voiced this concern. "Come on, now," I said. "You can't be for real. There's no way that'll happen to me."
"My friend," he responded. "That's what they all have said. And look at them now...they're just as much babies now as when they were physical babies, except for their physical size, of course."
This hit me very hard and I was greatly frightened by it. Nonetheless, I continued to prod away at Johnny.
"Wait a sec," I said. "There have got to be a few kids on whom the process didn't work. I mean, some kids must have resisted and refused so much that the nannies and other people in this program just gave up, right? And the kids got kicked out and were still delinquents, right?"
But Johnny just laughed. "My friend, I wish I could tell you that this was the case. But there has not been one person that I've seen come through here that have resisted the program so much that the decoding process failed. Every single kid has been regressed completely back to babyhood, no matter how bad they were. Well, except me, of course."
I began to ask Johnny why he was different than all of the others, but as I asked the question he said, "That's a very good question, and because not everyone who comes through here has the sense to ask it, I'll tell you. But not today...you're not ready to know yet."
Not knowing what he meant, I said nothing and he continued to talk.
"I will admit some of the kids give in before others do. It's amazing how fast some of the kids turn. They are so distraught by their initial baby treatment that they immediately give in to the love, comfort and pleasures of their baby treatment. It may just be that they are weak minded individuals, but whatever the reason, they quickly transform from rough and tough kids to cute, harmless little babies.
"Others tend to put up more of a fight. Other than me, I think the record for the decoding process to complete is around five years. Old Danny holds that record," he said, pointing to a 17 year old gleefully listening to one of the nanny's reading a story. "He had such a fire in him, and other than me, I don't think anyone has received more of the punishments."
"Punishments?" I asked. "Isn't the shock treatment enough to make anybody give in?"
"You'd think so," he said. "But as you've seen with me, your body eventually gets conditioned to it. Although at this point it is probably more painful than anything else you've ever experienced, that's just because you're new. Many kids have been able to actively resist the shock treatment for long enough that it doesn't affect them much more, and the nannies and other workers have to resort to other methods of getting kids to cooperate.
"It's actually a step process. Once they realize the shocking isn't having the desired effect, they resort to the first type of punishment. After a while, if you still resist, they move on to the next, and so on. Each one becomes more and more horrible, and in the end, all kids eventually crack, and no matter how much they resist, they too become decoded."
Even though I was a bit frightened to hear what these other punishments were, I pursued the topic. "What are the different types of punishment?"
"Well, the first step is..." he began, but I didn't find out what the first step was just yet, because Johnny then stopped, looked down at his crotch and said, "Uh-oh, mate, looks like I've got a wet diaper. You'll have to excuse me for a bit."
Then without warning and to my surprise, Johnny began to bawl at the top of his lungs, just like a real baby. There were even tears in his eyes! Within seconds, a nanny rushed over, picked him up, realized that his diaper was wet, and carried him over to a changing table.
I didn't really want to watch, but my curiosity got the best of me. I crawled after the nanny over to the changing table that she had laid him down on. He was still crying as she began to unfasten his sleeper at the waist, but I heard her begin to comfort him.
"There there, wittle Johnny," she said as she began to rub his stomach. "It's ok, mommy is hear to change you."
Once the bottom of his sleeper was opened, she then unfastened what I would later learn are called "plastic pants", and then un-pinned the safety pins holding his wet cloth diaper to his body. She took it off, and disposed of the diaper in one pail, the pair of plastic pants in another, where they would both later be washed. Johnny was naked, but neither he nor the nanny thought it was weird at all. It was just as if Johnny was an actual baby having his diaper changed.
He began to calm down as the nanny took a baby wipe and began to clean his dick, his thighs, his waist, and his butt, and his crying was reduced to a whimper. After he was clean, the nanny took some baby powder and powdered his ass (she had grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs so that she could easily get to his butt, and I was reminded about how his collar had affected his weight). Afterwards, she unfolded and slid another cloth diaper under his butt, shook some more baby powder onto his dick and hips, and pulled his diaper up over his waste. She then refastened his diaper using two more "diaper pins" on each side. Afterwards, she put another pair of plastic pants on him. He had considerably calmed down by now, and he was even smiling. The nanny then put her mouth on his belly button and blew some bubbles into it, making a snorting type sound. This resulted in Johnny letting out a babyish giggle, and the nanny just smiled back down at him as she refastened his sleeper.
She then picked him back up, said, "There, all done!", gave him a good pat on his diapered ass, and placed him back down on the floor. After she left, he simply smiled at me and said, "Ah, there really is little better in life than the feeling of a nice, fresh diaper! I'm tellin' you kid, drugs and alcohol have got nothing on this feeling"
Still shocked by what I had just seen, I said to him, "But wait...have YOU been decoded, too?"
He laughed again and said, "Well, sort of...it's a long story, and at some point I'll tell you. But what you just witnessed is what I like to call 'playing the system'. That was all an act; I was fully aware of the fact I was being changed, and even though it's nice to have your wet diaper taken off and getting a new one, my crying was completely under my control. I could have stopped anytime I wanted, I just wanted to make the nanny think she was doing her job."
"But why did you fake it?" I asked. "What's the point?"
"I'll explain it to you later, kid," he said. "I think we've talked quite a bit today. I'll let you brew over everything I've told you...you'll need some time to take it all in. Plus, I don't want the nannies getting too suspicious of us, since we've been talking for so long. Besides," he said with a yawn. "I think I need to get some shut-eye, I'm well past the time for my daily nap."
"Wait, one more question," I said. "Why are you telling ME all of this?"
Johnny simply smiled at me and said, "Well, kid, to be honest, I don't tell all of this to every kid that passes through here. They think I'm a baby just like the rest of them. I have found it to be a waste of my time and energy to tell every single kid, and many of them are much better off without ever hearing about how they will be decoded. The ones I talk to tend to be more resistant to the idea, too; it makes sense considering that once they are aware of what's going on, they will more actively refuse to accept it.
"I typically watch every new kid's actions for a few days to study them. If they're the more resistant type, I typically speak to them. If they begin to show signs of giving in, I've found that they're much better off being ignorant of what's going on; they quickly become happy with their baby treatment, and me telling them what's happening to them would just ruin it."
"So why did you tell me on my first day?"
"Ha ha, well kid, let me put it this way," he said. "I have seen countless hoodlums come through this program, but you're one of the only few who actually cried in your first few minutes. Maybe it was my own personal desire to comfort you in your defeat, or maybe it was just pity, but even though I knew that since you were crying you'd probably be of a weaker will and be more apt to give in to the decoding, I just couldn't let you sit there and be miserable. And who knows, maybe now that I've told you, you might be able to break Danny's record and fight the decoding process for more than five years. I think you'll be an entertaining one to watch, Cody."
"My name's not Cody, it's Luke!" I retorted.
"Well, that ain't what it says on your sleeper, Cody," he said as he turned and crawled away.
As I sat there and tried to ponder what I had just heard, I felt an irritation towards Johnny. I was bothered by the fact that he had said that I would be more likely to give in to the decoding because I had cried, but when I stopped to think about it, I was even more bothered by the fact that he said I was one of the very few in the large number that he had seen who had actually cried on the first day I was here.
With Johnny gone, I had no one to talk to, so I just took a deep breathe and lay down on the floor. As soon as I did, I realized that I had to take a piss. As I remembered what Johnny had told me about this, I decided I didn't want to deal with it, so I ignored the pressure in my bladder. To get my mind on something else, I began to contemplate everything Johnny had told me.
As much as I didn't want to believe it, what Johnny had described logically made sense...given enough time in a place like this, anybody would start to forget all of the necessary skills to live. I was greatly frightened by the idea of my mind and body returning to a baby-like state, so I decided not to worry about it at the moment. I simply resolved to make sure that I kept my mind sharp and focus on keeping it normal.
The more I thought about it, the more this program sickened me. I still didn't understand how this program was legal, but I assumed it was because I doubted my parents would get involved with an illegal organization. But this had to be cruel and unusual punishment. I still had the distant hope that my parents, the government, and whoever else would have a problem with this place really didn't know what went down in here. With that hope, I tried to convince myself that they would find out about it before I had to spend much more time here.
As I continued to think about all of this, the pressure on my bladder got worse and worse. I had never had to go this bad, and I crossed my legs tightly to prevent it from happening. But I didn't know how much more of this I could take.
It was like a crazy war going on between my pride of not pissing myself and the physical pressure of my bladder wanting me to do so. It got so bad that I even felt pain. I tightened my face and rolled back and forth to hold it in.
But eventually, it got so unbearable that I had no physical choice but to just let it go. Feeling another sense of defeat, I relaxed my muscles. It took a few seconds for my piss to start flowing, but once it did, it was like the Hoover Dam busting. I was thoroughly disgusted as I felt my diaper soak up my warm urine as it flowed out. It was so warm and moist, and not only did I feel it up against my dick and my balls, it was all over my waist and thighs too. As I finished, the horrible squishy feeling of my diaper was an all time low of my time spent here so far.
As the warm moist feeling turned to a cold, damp feeling, I felt like crying again because for the first time in about 11 years, I had pissed myself. And worst of all, there was no way for me to get rid of the damp feeling of my pee up against myself.
Well, other than getting my diaper changed, that is. But there was no way that was going to happen because A, I was not going to shriek like a baby to get the nannies' attention, and B, the image of Johnny getting changed was still fresh in my mind and I definitely did not want to go through with the process.
This idea worked in theory; unfortunately, a few minutes later one of the nannies came over, and as she picked me up, she said "Ok wittle Cody, it's time for your nap!"
But as she put me over her shoulder, she sensed what was wrong and said, "Uh-oh, looks like someone went pee pee in his diapy! Next time the baby should cry and let mommy know so that she can change him into a nice clean diaper!"
As she turned around to carry me over to the changing tables, I once again struggled in vain. As she lay me down, I tried to kick her. You'd think I woulda learned by this point, but she immediately gave me another long shock. With my body limp once again, she used a strap to tightly tie my upper body to the table, and then unfastened the bottom of my sleeper. The only resistance I could offer was weakly saying, "But, but...I don't wanna be changed!"
"Shh...be quiet little one, mommy will fix everything." With that she stuck my pacifier into my mouth, and since I was afraid of another shock, I just started to cry as I sucked on it. I felt her remove my wet diaper, and I felt horribly ashamed because I was now naked from the waist down. I then felt something cold and weton my penis; she had taken a baby wipe and was wiping down my crotch. Feeling completely degraded, I just wished for the whole thing to be over. It was even worse when she lifted my legs up and wiped my ass. I then smelt and felt more baby powder being shaken onto my ass, and I felt her lower me down onto a new diaper. After more powder was applied to my crotch, my new diaper was pulled up over my waist and fastened tightly around my hips.
Once she had refastened my sleeper, she picked me up again, smiled at me and said, "Now my pwecious wittle Cody is all dry again! So he can have his nap now!"
She put me back over her shoulder, but this time, she actually carried me out of "The Nursery". I then realized that the kids here did not spend all of their time in the nursery, and that they had probably been carried in and out without me noticing while I was there.
I didn't really have the energy or effort to struggle any more, so I just let the nanny carry me down the hall to a new room. This was a smaller room that had about ten cribs in it, and it was dark. As we walked in, the nanny whispered to me, "Now don't make any noise, Cody, we don't want to wake up any of our other babies."
I noticed that most of the cribs had boys in them who were soundlessly sleeping. Through the dark, I saw that all of them looked very happy, smiling around a pacifier or their thumbs as they slept. Although they were all covered in blankets, some of them held teddy bears or other stuffed animals in their arms.
I wanted to make a lot of noise just to spite the nanny and cause the kids to wake up crying, but then I realized I would probably receive my longest shock yet. I instead just continued to suck the pacifier that was still in my mouth while the nanny lowered me into one of the cribs.
However, I almost fought back when she began to tie one a strap around my wrists. But I knew that this also would result in another shock, and at this point I just didn't care any more. After she had secured both of my wrists and ankles, she unpinned my pacifier ribbon from my sleeper and tied it around my head, insuring that I would not be able to spit it out. She then placed the large baby blanket that was in the crib over my body, tucked me in tight, gave me a small kiss on my forehead and whispered, "Night night baby." With that, she turned and left the room.
As I lay there, I began to notice that to my surprise, the crib and the blanket were very comfortable. I was warm, but not too hot, and my body felt very relaxed as I felt the soft padding of the crib against my back. Although I did not want to lower my dignity even further by taking a nap in the middle of the day like little kids do, I was worn out from all of the events of the morning, and before I knew it, my eyelids were getting heavy.
The pacifier in my mouth did bother me some, but that minor annoyance could not compare to how tired I was and how comfortable the crib was. Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep, happy to know that at least there was one good thing about this fucked up program.
I don't know exactly how long I slept, but it was one of the nannies who woke me up. For a second I forgot where I was, so I was a little freaked out, but then I remembered. As she began to un-strap my pacifier, I got another urge to resist the stupid woman, but this time it wasn't the threat of shocking me that stopped me, but my own groggy state.
After she re-pinned my pacifier to my sleeper, she untied me from the crib and picked me up again, although for some reason she carried me on her hip this time. She carried me out of the dark room, and we went back to the nursery.
The nanny once again just plopped me down on the floor with the other kids (who were all still engaged in some kind of baby activity) and left to go do something else. I looked at one of the windows in the huge room, and even though it was a rainy day, I could tell that it was sometime in the late afternoon. I was still pretty tired, so I decided to lie down again. Although the carpet was soft, it wasn't comfortable enough to sleep, so I got a little pissed. I then looked over and noticed a pink blanket on the floor a few feet away from me. As much as I didn't want to touch the wussy thing, it looked comfortable, and since I was so tired, it enticed me. Resentfully I crawled over towards it, and it was even worse than I thought. There were pictures of baby boys doing various activities all over it. I picked it up with barely touching it, almost acting like it was covered in shit or something; that's how much it disgusted me. I flattened it out the best I could, and reluctantly I spread myself out over it. As much as I hated to admit it, it really was very soft and comfortable. As I looked at all of the stupid babies on it, I sneered as I rested my face up against it.
Unfortunately, even though I was really tired, my mind was swimming with thoughts. Once my "nap" was over, I found that my mind was stuck on everything Johnny had said. Was he just trying to scare me, or was it really true that every kid here becomes a baby? As I took another look around the room, I realized that it was very likely that these kids had been "decoded", and I couldn't think of any reason they would be here unless they used to be real thugs.
I still had a hard time believing all of this was real. But now that I had gotten over my initial state of shock, it truly started to hit me, and I was not only disgusted at this program, but pissed off. What gave these people a right to do this to these kids? I mean, sure, they were pretty bad, but no one on earth deserved this. I decided that I wanted to ask Johnny how this was legal, but as I glanced around the room, he was nowhere to be found. Lying back down on the blanket, I decided that I'd find him later.
Anyway, even though I felt pretty helpless to this damn system, I was angry enough to decide I would keep on fighting it. They could shock me all they wanted to, they could force me to drink bottles, they could force me to wet my diapers and have them changed, but they would not force me to be a baby again. I would fight as hard as I could to keep my 14 year old mind.
But then Johnny's words began to echo in my head... "But there has not been one person that I've seen come through here that has resisted the program so much that the decoding process failed. Every single kid has been regressed completely back to babyhood, no matter how bad they were."
I thought about how that Danny kid had resisted for five years, dealing with all of the "punishments". But what good had it done? Now he was just a baby like all the rest of them. Feeling another shot of fear and defeat, I sighed and decided to stop thinking about it.
There wasn't much else to do here, so I decided I'd just watch what was happening. As I did, I began to notice a few things that I hadn't when I had first got here. Firstly, there were the nannies. I guess I haven't really described what they looked like, but that's because the only thing in common about them was their actions. Some were young, some a bit older (although none looked older than 40); some hot, some not so pretty (although none were real ugly, I guess that would scare the "babies"); some wore dresses, some sweaters and jeans.
But they all seemed to have the same personality; they were completely sweet and happy all of the time, and very mother-like. They excitedly read stories, bottle-fed kids with calm smiles on their faces, and played with the kids as they changed their diapers. They gave these kids constant attention and were as nice as they could be.
However, as I continued to watch, I realized this wasn't actually true; sometimes two kids would fight over a toy or something, and a nanny would come in, break it up, scold them, and even occasionally give them a quick swat on the butt. But I noticed that even though they were stern, there was still the love in their eyes.
I also began to notice that they didn't just simply watch the kids and take care of them. In addition to a nanny occasionally carrying a kid in or out of the nursery, I noticed that they would sometimes carry in cases with baby-bottles full of milk or take out empty ones (I noticed that the full bottles were kept in these little refrigerators near the rocking chairs). They would also take out the pails containing used diapers and plastic pants, and I saw one nanny bringing in a box of new diapers and putting them in some of the shelves under the changing tables. Nannies would also clean up toys and put them back in chests, return blankets or stuffed animals to cribs, or clean up messes kids had left on the high chairs when being fed. They also would change kids into different clothes and play babyish games with them. I began to almost admire (if I didn't hate them so much) the nannies for their commitment to not only do their jobs, but to do them with so much pleasantness.
I next started to study the room a little bit more. There was only the one door that I had been carried in and out of, and even if I could get to it without the nannies noticing, I couldn't reach the knob since I was unable to stand. There were also many large windows that I was also unable to reach. I also looked at the ceiling and noticed that there were white lights that had been turned on. I also studied the variety of toys in the room, noticing blocks, stuffed animals, rattles, those little things with buttons that made sounds, toy cars, and even a yo-yo, among other things. Not only did the boys play with these toys with a lot of interest, the nannies would often play with them.
I then noticed that not all of the kids were white like me and Johnny. There were some black kids, some Hispanic kids, and a few Asian ones too. But they all acted just the same, just like the babies they once were.
As I continued to take all of this in, it became dark outside, and I knew that the day was ending. As I tried to relax on the blanket, I saw another nanny walk towards me. Feeling another sense of shame and embarrassment, I thought 'What now'?
As she walked over and picked me up, she revealed that it was time for another bottle. I was still tired and I only managed to weakly say "Please, no, that's not what I want..."
"But baby Cody needs his milky-wilky from his ba-ba to stay healthy!" she remarked with a smile. "Mommy hopes he'll be a good boy and drink it like he knows he should!"
As she sat down in a rocking chair with me spread across her lap, I decided to swallow my pride rather than get another one of those dreadful shocks. Feeling like a total pansy, I sucked on the bottle while the nanny rocked me back and forth. It actually wasn't quite as bad as the first time, and since I was already tired, I just kind of relaxed and let the milk flow naturally down my throat. I began to think 'This isn't so bad...'
'What the hell am I saying?!' I thought as I caught myself. Here I was, my very first day, and I was already forgetting that I was 14, not some baby who needed bottles. Without thinking, I angrily swatted the bottle out of the nanny's hand.
This caught her off guard, and I used the chance to crawl away from the horrible woman. But she was too fast for me, and I felt a hand grab the back of the neck of my sleeper. As she lifted me and turned me around, I looked into her angry face as she said, "Well, it looks like Cody is not being a good baby after all. Since his shocks don't seem to be teaching him a lesson, I think he needs another kind of punishment!"
Scared of what this woman was going to do to me now, I violently struggled to escape from her grasp. But it was no use, and she proceeded to pull my chest down over her knee. As I felt her began to unbutton the back of my sleeper where my butt was, I heard her say, "Naughty Cody needs a spanking to teach him that he should drink all of his bottle like a good baby!"
Realizing what she was about to do, for some reason I felt more embarrassed and angry than I had been up until this point. Maybe it was because my parents had never spanked me, and I thought that they were the only ones who had the right to do it. As the nanny began to un-tape my diaper, I began to struggle with all my strength and scream out at the top of my lungs.
To my surprise my voice was strangely high pitched and I began to feel tears come out of my eyes. The fact that I was unable to move made me feel that much more helpless and the only thing I could think of to do was scream. To make matters worse, this had attracted the attention of the other kids and nannies, and they had all circled around us to watch me get spanked.
I felt my naked butt sticking out, and before I knew it, I felt a painful slap across my butt-cheeks. The slaps continued, each one bringing a second of sharp pain while I continued to violently shriek. Tears continued to stream down my face and I felt my cheeks get hot. The pain wasn't really that bad, but the embarrassment of knowing I was being punished, especially spanked like a two-year old, made the whole experience unbearable. To make things so much worse, some of the kids were pointing and giggling at me, and the nannies just muttered things like "The naughty baby should know better than to disobey mommy."
The spanking finally ceased, and because my ass still hurt a little, it felt kinda good to have the soft diaper taped back over it. I finally started to get over the spanking, so I stopped screaming and just softly whimpered. After the nanny refastened my sleeper, she sat me back up on her lap, looked at me and said, "Now did Cody learn his lesson?"
While I still continued to softly sob, I nodded. She then smiled at me, bounced me on her lap a couple of times, pinched my cheek and said, "Now that's a good baby! I think wittle Cody needs another nap right now!"
I was still upset, so I didn't really feel like objecting to it. I noticed that the other nannies were picking up all of the other kids in the room and carrying them out of the nursery. My nanny was the last one to leave carrying me over her shoulder, and she turned out the light as she left.
As I continued to sob into her shoulder, she softly patted my back and said "It's ok, Cody, you're still a good baby." This didn't make me feel better, because I had just gone through the worst part of my stay here. I couldn't believe that in one day I had gone from a badass thug kid who could whoop just about anyone's ass to a whimpering little baby in diapers. But this spanking had been the worst; maybe it was just because I had never been spanked before, but I would have much rather been shocked for ten minutes than go through what I had just been through. And to make me feel even worse, I had just made myself look like even more of a baby by throwing a tantrum while I was being spanked. It was almost as if for that moment I had lost control of myself and I couldn't stop myself from screaming and crying. I probably hadn't cried since I was about 4 years old, but today it just seemed to keep pouring out.
As the nanny carried me into another room with only cribs in it, I continued to cry softly. She once again laid me down in the crib without any resistance from me, strapped my wrists and ankles again, and tied the pacifier around my head. This stifled my crying a little, and after she tucked me in, the nanny kissed my forehead and said "There, there little Cody, everything will be all right. You just have sweet dreams now, honey." As she left the room, to my great surprise, this actually made me feel better. As my crying calmed down, the comfort of the crib took over and I once again dozed off to sleep.
As I slept, I had many dreams, most of which I don't remember. However, I do remember the one that was probably the worst nightmare that I had ever had up to that point in my life.
I dreamt that I was walking down one of the more dangerous streets in my old neighborhood. I was alone, and I bumped into two kids that I had never gotten along with, two kids whom me and my friends constantly fought with. The two kids saw me, and one pushed me and said, "Come on Luke, you fuckin' bastard, what have you got?" Feeling pissed at him, I said, "All right then bitch, let's settle this!" as I raised my fists.
But then the two punks just busted out into laughter, and between his laughs, one of them said, "We would, but I can't hit a kid in a...*snort*...diaper!"
I then looked down at my body, and to my horror, I was wearing nothing but a disposable diaper with a Winnie the Pooh strip along the top of it. Completely embarrassed, I tried to cover it up with my hands with a look of fear, shame, and humiliation on my face.
As the two kids continued to laugh and point at me, I heard the voice of a woman behind me. "Cody," she said. "What are you doing fighting? You're being a bad boy, and you have to be punished!"
I turned around only to be face to face with the nanny who had spanked me. Before, I knew it, she sat down in a chair and pulled me over her lap. As I screamed in rage and embarrassment, she spanked my diapered butt while the two kids laughed even harder.
As she finished and let me stand again, I looked down at my diaper and noticed that I was wetting it! As the pee continued to fill my diaper, one of the kids screamed with laughter and yelled, "Looks like 'Cody' really does need diapers, he's pissing himself just like a little baby!"
As I began to cry even more from shame and embarrassment, the nanny said, "It's ok, wittle Cody, those two are big boys and you're just a baby! It's ok for you to go pee pee in your diaper, mommy's here to change you!"
As she walked towards me with a smile on her face, she had a container of baby powder in one hand and another diaper in the other. She inched closer and closer while I yelled "No! No! I don't want a diaper change, I'm a big boy, I'm a big boy, I'm a big boy..."
I suddenly woke up, and to my surprise, sunlight was coming in through the window. It was morning. I remembered where I was, and even though I was still afraid and upset by the fact that I was in a crib, I was relieved that the dream was over and that it was only a dream.
I then realized something that truly did scare me, though. There was a damp feeling around my crotch. Just like in my dream, I had involuntarily wet my diaper.
As sunlight poured through the window in this room, I felt even more ashamed that I had pissed in my diaper while I slept, and I began to become scared that I was already losing control of my bladder muscles. But before I could think about it more, I saw another nanny come in. Noticing that I was awake, she said, "Ok, little Cody, it's time for you to get up! We have to start off today by getting you clean and then you can have some more fun with your friends."
Just like the other nanny had done before, this woman un-strapped my pacifier, re-pinned it, and then untied me from the crib. As she picked me up, she said. "Looks like someone has a wet didee! That's ok, mommy will get baby all cleaned up and then he can get a nice clean one!" Feeling my cheeks turn red from the shame of having wet my diaper, I recalled my spanking from the previous night, so I decided to just go along with her. She put me on her hip and carried me out of the room.
She continued to carry me down the hall, and then we entered a new room. I noticed that it was a bathroom, with light blue tile, sinks, some toilets (gasp!), and a few tables with padding, which I assumed were for diaper changes. I also noticed a bathtub that was the size of a typical hot tub.
The nanny put me down on one of the tables and used a strap to tightly tie me down. She then began to run the water into the tub, feeling for the temperature first. She then came back over to me. She first undid the bottom of my sleeper, removed my wet diaper and disposed of it. She then took a baby-wipe from underneath a counter and began to clean my crotch again. I was of course humiliated, but I had realized at this point that resisting was pointless. I just had to lie there waiting for her to finish.
Once I had been wiped, she un-strapped me and completely took off my sleeper. Once I was completely naked, she picked me up and carried me over to the tub, which was just about full. After she turned the water off, she gently lowered me into it.
I was still wearing my collar; I assumed it was waterproof. The water was deep enough that it came up to about my neck. As I was lowered, I felt the water overtake my body; it was just the right temperature, and I actually didn't mind the feeling of it. In fact, it was kind of nice.
But I couldn't enjoy it for long, because the nanny then grabbed a wash clothe and some soap. She proceeded to take one of my arms and began to wash and scrub it. My initial reaction was to pull away; I felt like I could clean myself. But she simply remarked, "No no, baby Cody, you don't know how to get yourself clean, mommy has to clean you. We can't have you crawling around in a filthy mess, can we? And if you won't let mommy clean you, perhaps another shock will change your mind?"
The fear of a shock made me once again swallow my pride and give in. However, once the nanny began to clean me, I found that it wasn't so bad; it was better than being bottle-fed or changed, at least.
She then had me stand up so that she could clean my shoulders, chest, and stomach. I resisted as she got to my dick, balls, and ass; but she just gave me a sharp slap on my ass, which scared me into complying. Once she had finished, she did my legs and feet.
Finally, I sat back down and she poured water over my head. She scrubbed my face, and then took some baby shampoo and ran it through my hair. She smiled as she did this, telling me that my hair was cute. I just shot her a look of resentment as she poured some more water on my head.
"All done!" she remarked as she pulled the plug. She then picked me up and put my soaking body down on a mat. She grabbed a towel and began drying my whole body, finishing with my hair. This wasn't that bad, but as she carried me back over to the table, I remembered that I still wasn't dressed, and that I would be put in another diaper.
I just pouted as the nanny strapped me down and powdered me. She took another disposable diaper out, slid it underneath me and taped it on. She then slid a T-shirt over my head; it was white with puppy designs on it. She then grabbed a pair of overalls, slid my legs through them, and fastened them up over my shoulders. She finally put a pair of socks on my feet. I hated the stupid outfit almost as much as my thick diaper, and I wanted to hit her when she told me that I looked adorable.
Calming myself down, I just relaxed as she un-strapped me and carried me out of the bathroom. We once again went to the nursery, and yet again I was left by myself on the carpeted floor of the nursery.
As I once again relaxed down on my back, I tried to make my mind think of something positive. But the only thing I could think about was my horrible situation, the horrible spanking I had gotten, and my scary dream. Despite all of this, after I had just laid there for about half an hour, I began to get bored. As I looked around the room, I noticed some toy cars and some blocks near by.
I just looked at them for a few minutes, and even though I didn't want to actively lower my dignity even more, my boredom got the best of me. I crawled over to the cars and picked one up.
It was actually kind of interesting; I had always liked cars as a kid. I put it down on the carpet and rolled it; it went forward a few feet before stopping. I then grabbed another and did the same. Next I took two and found out which one went farther. Next I tried ramming two together. Before I knew it, I was imagining people inside the cars and I invented situations for the people to be in.
As my mind continued to work, I took some blocks and made a few small structures and tunnels. I rolled the cars around the structures, pretending they were buildings. I shot the cars through the tunnels to see if I could do it without knocking them over. This was actually kind of fucking fun. These cars were surprisingly addictive, and I was kind of in a zone seeing all of the different things I could do with them...
"Having fun?" said a familiar sarcastic voice from behind me.
I jumped in surprise from this question, and then I quickly knocked over the little block buildings that I had made. Feeling embarrassed, I turned around to see Johnny giving me a sly smile. This time he was only wearing a blue and green striped T-shirt with his cloth diaper and plastic pants.
"No! You see, I was...just...uh..." I began.
But he put up a hand and said, "Kid, it's all right. It's like I told you, you get bored here fast. And hey, the toys here ain't bad. I'm sure you remember playing with similar ones as a young child, am I right?"
He was right, but I didn't want to let him know it. "No, it wasn't fun, I was just doing it to pass the time."
"Whatever you say," he said, sounding like he didn't believe me at all. "But even if you're not enjoying it now, in time you will."
Still frustrated by the fact that I believed what he was saying was true, especially since I had started to have fun with the cars, I tried to change the subject. Remembering that I wanted to ask Johnny how in the hell this whole thing was legal, I decided to ask.
"Hey Johnny, I was wondering, how is this whole program run? I mean, isn't it illegal?"
Johnny just laughed at my question and said, "My friend, not only is it legal, but it is government funded. Well, according to official, constitutional law, it may not be legal. But the U.S. government gets away with all kinds of crazy stuff. I don't even want to know about all of the things they do that I don't know about.
"If you don't believe me pal, think about it. This program was started ten years ago, I kid you not. And you've never heard about it, have you? And you don't know anyone who has, do you? That, my friend, is how good the government is about keeping things hidden.
"I guess they're willing to try anything to straighten out the troubled youth of America. They've tried everything else, right? That silly 'Say No to Drugs' campaign, a fat lot of help that did. And almost everything else they've tried has failed. Why not give 'Reconstruction' a chance?
"Besides, this gives the government a chance to test new technologies."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"That collar around your neck, for one," he responded. "Government technology, that is. And who better to test it on than no-good little vermin like us, right?
"But there are other technological advancements here as well. Take our pacifiers, for instance," he said, taking his own pacifier and holding it up towards me. "Normally, if kids our age continued to suck pacifiers as frequently as we do, our teeth would be horribly messed up. But that doesn't happen with these things. I don't know how they work, but they actually make our teeth even stronger."
"No way," I said. "No freakin' way that's possible."
"You mean to tell me you have no problem accepting that there is a collar around your neck that can sense when you say a naughty word, but a pacifier that won't mess up your teeth is out of this world?"
"Oh, yeah," I said. "I guess you're right."
"There are other things too. Our clothes and blankets keep us warm but don't make us too hot, so we don't sweat, especially at night. Plus if you notice, you don't sweat in your diaper either.
"On top of that, you may be wondering how teenage boys can survive on just baby-bottles and baby food. Well, that ain't no normal milk you've been drinkin'. That stuff not only gives you the nutrients you need, but it fills you up too. You've been here a full day, with only a couple of bottles, and you don't feel hungry, do you? Amazing, but true.
"And there's a method to this madness. They know how much food or milk they've given you, and they also know when your body will process it and you'll become hungry again. You see, so far they've just given you bottles when they feel like it; for some reason they decide to be nice on the first few days. But soon they'll wait for you to get hungry; believe me, they'll know. And if you don't cry, they'll shock you until you do. By controlling the amount of milk or baby-food that you get, they'll know when it's time for you to be hungry, and they'll know when to expect you to cry. This way, they can condition you to cry automatically whenever you get hungry."
"Wow, I didn't even think about that, I haven't even been hungry since I've been here..." I responded.
"Yeah, well, soon they'll time your feedings to make you hungry. Speaking of which, I'm famished, and I think I have a feeding right now. Care to join me?"
"I'll pass," I said, not having the slightest desire to be fed again.
"Ok, then," he said. "Here I go."
With that, he once again burst into a fit of crying, making a high pitched squeal that sounded like it could have woken the dead. Within seconds, a nanny came over and picked Johnny up. She apparently could tell that it was his time to be fed, because I heard her say, "It's ok, Johnny, mommy knows you're hungry, and we have some yummy num-nums for you."
'Yummy num-nums?' I thought. Could the woman be any more stupid?
I didn't get a chance to ponder it, because at that moment another nanny picked me up, held me up to her face and said, "And I think wittle Cody needs his num-nums too! He and Johnny can eat together!"
Looks like I would be joining Johnny after all. As the nanny carrying me followed the one carrying Johnny (he was still crying, only not as hard), I once again tried to break free, but like before, it was no use. This was the last thing I wanted right now, but I couldn't do anything about it as the two nannies carried us over to two high chairs that were next to a table.
As Johnny's nanny put him in his high chair, mine began to put me in mine. I tried to time it right so that I could escape while she was putting me in it, but she was too fast; she must have done it to resistant kids many times. She quickly sat me down and dropped this little table thing attached to the high chair down in front of me. This not only gave me a place to eat (not that I needed it, but I guess babies do), but more importantly to the nanny, it pinned my arms down, so all I could do was make a pointless struggle. As I grunted, shifted, and kicked my legs, the nanny just smiled at me, pinched my cheek, and said to Johnny's nanny, "Cody is so cute, isn't he? He's being fussy and trying to get out of his high chair, but it's time for his breakfast."
The nanny then tied something around my neck; I looked down and saw that I was now wearing a bib. This made me struggle even more, but there was nothing I could do about it.
I looked over at Johnny, who had stopped crying. His arms weren't pinned down, but he was wearing a bib and he was giggling. He then said in a babyish voice, "Mommy, me a big boy! Me feed me, me not need you to give me food with spoon!"
Johnny's nanny just smiled at him and said, "That's right, Johnny! But your new friend Cody isn't a big boy yet, he's only a baby, and the other mommy has to give spoon-feed him!"
This of course pissed me off. Johnny didn't help matters by looking at me and saying, "You a baby! But one day you be big wike me!"
I just scowled at him while the two nannies brought out some baby food. Johnny's nanny gave him this little bowl of cereal and milk (although it looked a little mushier than cereal). My nanny, on the other hand, had brought out two small jars of baby food. One looked like it had some kind of fruit, the other looked like carrots.
After she opened the fruit jar, my nanny put some of it on a spoon, and began to move it towards my mouth. But I tightly closed my lips, shook my head and said "Un-uh!" (although it came out as "mmm-mmn!" since my lips were closed.
The nanny sighed and said, "Oh Cody, why can't you be a good boy like Johnny?"
I looked over at Johnny and saw him holding a spoon like a little kid. He was making a bit of a mess, but he was managing to feed himself his cereal. At that moment, I felt a cold, sweet feeling in my mouth; my nanny had used the opportunity to shove the spoon into my mouth.
It was disgusting; well, not really, now that I think about it. The fruit tasted pretty good; I think it was peaches. But when you're force-fed something, it makes it taste twenty times worse.
Because of this, I spit it right back out. But since I couldn't do anything with my arms, it kind of dribbled down my chin and onto my bib and the little table in front of me.
The nanny sighed again and said, "Cody, you're making such a mess. Let's try again."
Before I could resist, another spoonful had gone into my mouth. But I spit this out too, and the mess was even bigger. I guess that I probably did look like a real baby, what with my body in a high chair, a bib around my neck, and baby food all over my face and bib.
Now the nanny began to get frustrated. In a tense voice she said, "All right then, mister, we'll find a way to make you eat."
With that, she shocked me for three minutes. It had been a while since I had received one, and I had forgotten how horrible the pain was. This was even worse because my arms were pinned down.
After the shock, my head just kind of limply leaned forward. The nanny then lifted my head up, and with a satisfied smile, used her other hand to feed me another spoonful.
Even though I was too weak to do much, I probably could have spit that out too. But before I did, the nanny gave me an angry look and said, "Now you swallow that, or you'll get another shock. And if that's not enough, maybe you need to be spanked again!"
This straightened me out. As much as I didn't want to, I swallowed the peaches in my mouth. As she continued to feed me the rest, I didn't bother to fight it. The carrots were a little nastier, but I ate them without resistance as well.
By this point Johnny had finished as well. After the nanny used my bib to wipe my face clean, she lifted the table thingy and picked me up. The two nannies picked us back up and carried us to where we were before. Once they were gone, Johnny spoke to me.
"You made that harder than it had to be, you know."
"Damn it!" I said, and got another shock.
"And you were doing so well on your cursing, too."
"Shut up!" I said, but this also gave me a shock. Apparently it wasn't just curse words that made my collar shock me.
After I recovered, I said, "Anyway, darn it, I can't stand this. What else am I supposed to do?"
"Just relax, man. I think I'm beginning to figure you out. Now did I hear your nanny right? Did she say 'spank you AGAIN'?"
Remembering my spanking with a shot of shame, I mumbled, "Yeah, that's right. Yesterday I got spanked."
But Johnny just looked at me in awe. "Wow, man, that's amazing! This is really ground-breaking!"
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"My friend, I don't think I have EVER seen a kid get spanked on their first day. Do you realize, my friend, what that means? You are the fastest kid to reach the first level of punishment!"
Not really seeing what was so great about this, I said, "So what?"
"Cody, think about it. I told you that if the shocking doesn't seem to work, the nannies will resort to levels of punishment. Spanking is the first. You must have really done something to get under her skin to make her decide to spank you rather than shock you. I heard that a kid had been spanked yesterday, but I just assumed it had been one of the already decoded kids. You see, they use spanking as a punishment for decoding, but they also just do it to decoded kids to discipline them. After all, even babies aren't perfect and need to be kept in line. But I would have never thought it was you! First day, wow..."
He then paused, grinned at me and said, "From what I hear you threw quite a tantrum, too."
"Fuck you!" I yelled and received a shock. After I recovered, I said, "It's not funny!"
"But this is my point, my friend. It's starting to make sense to me."
"What is?" I asked.
"I think I've figured out your problem. It's pride. Being here is the worst punishment imaginable for you. I think you'd rather get shot than have a diaper put on you. You're so used to physical pain and 'being a man' and all, but when you're treated like a baby, you can't stand it!
"That's why you cried on your first day; your pride had been hurt beyond anything you had ever experienced. And that's why you not only managed to get spanked on your first day, but you threw a wild tantrum when it happened. And even after a full day here, you're still fighting every chance you get."
"Yeah, so what?" I asked.
"It's just interesting, that's all," he replied. "I've seen ones like you, although you seem to be different. First day spanking, wow..."
We were both silent for about a minute. I then remembered that Johnny didn't have to be spoon-fed; he got to eat by himself.
"Hey, why didn't you have to be spoon-fed? I wouldn't have minded it so much if I had been allowed to feed myself!"
Johnny then said, "Well, because I've earned it. If you noticed, I could also talk baby talk, unlike the newly decoded kids here. I can do quite a few things, actually; I can walk, play active games, and drink from a sippy cup, among other things. I would walk around instead of crawl, but it tends to upset the other kids."
"Wait, you're losing me," I said.
"Ok, let me explain. I told you about the decoding process, right? You start with a bad kid, turn him into a helpless baby. But if the reconstruction process stopped there, it would be kinda pointless, right? Not much good to have a bunch of big ol' babies everywhere.
"After they decode you, they begin to re-teach you everything that at one time you learned. It's kind of weird because they don't do it in the same order as they would a real baby, exactly.
"You see, a decoded kid gets bottle-fed and spoon-fed. He wears diapers and baby clothes, sleeps in a crib for about sixteen hours a day, can only crawl, has to suck a pacifier often, and gets much joy from simple things like teddy bears and blankets. He can't really understand stories or play games, and the simplest toys amuse him. He can only speak gibberish, and he'll probably never remember anything from this point in the process.
"You probably don't know anything about real babies, but this isn't exactly a stage in a real baby's life. Kids can be off the bottle before they learn to crawl, and kids that can talk don't need sixteen hours of sleep a day. Plus, they're often encouraged to crawl rather than be carried everywhere like we are. Nonetheless, this is the way that kids start out once they are fully decoded.
"When this program first started, they didn't really know what they were doing. They first tried to decode kids to be infants; the kids pretty much couldn't do anything. Problem is, the collars shocked the kids if they did anything but roll over; this actually drove a few kids mentally insane. Their parents got a refund, but since this was a risk in the contract, the parents couldn't do anything about it legally. The developers decided they would bring the kids back to crawling but that's as far as they went physically.
"Anyway, they've refined their process, and this is the way a decoded kid starts. From there, they begin to help the kid make progress and grow, both mentally and physically, although it's not really in the same order as real babies. They upgrade kids to sippy cups and let them feed themselves rather than be spoon-fed. While this is happening, they also start encouraging kids to crawl faster, begin to form words, and actively listen to stories. Soon after, they begin to play with more complex toys. They limit the amount that the kids sleep. They try to get kids not to cry as much, but rather to ask when they're hungry or wet. In addition, they teach the kids to walk and play more active games. I, for instance, have been through all of these phases."
"But you never were decoded, were you?" I asked.
"Well, not really, but I still had to go through these phases."
"You're confusing me," I said.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you at some point. I am a very unique case.
"Anyway, it's actually quite funny to watch the kids 'grow up'. As kids progress, they start to gain confidence, and they begin to see themselves as 'big boys' rather than the newly decoded 'babies'. That's why I made that little comment while we were being fed; it's what the nannies expect to hear.
"I'm pretty far along the process. I've done all of this, plus I normally don't sleep in a crib. Once I'm completely out of the crib, the last thing to do here is potty-train me. They do that last; I think they did a study that kids who are potty-trained earlier are more likely to become delinquents. Anyway, once that happens, it'll be time for me to move on."
"Move on to where?" I asked.
"Well, it takes about three years typically for a kid to go from being a decoded baby to a potty-trained kid. Once that's done, the kids leave this place and go to a new one. From there they continue to be re-taught skills that kids have to learn; you know, they learn to read, play sports, all the sort of stuff you learn when you're a kid. They continue to build you up more and more until you're basically an 18 year old. You have to move around about every time you're trained five years worth of new stuff.
"What's really smart about the program is that it doesn't take as long; it won't take 18 years to go from being a newly decoded baby to someone who's experienced everything an 18 year old has. It only takes about six years to go from a kid who's been potty-trained to an 18 year old. This works because most of the stuff the kids never truly forgot. When you're decoded, the teenage parts of you are just hidden deep down inside of you; they're not gone. So when they re-teach it to you, it just has to be dug out.
"It also goes faster because these are all residential places. Kids are constantly in an atmosphere where they're learning new school material, playing sports, or developing socially.
"But what's really genius about the system is the fact that they don't just re-train kids in any old way. Before the program started, they did some studies, and they found that kids that tend to be thugs like us when they become teenagers typically lacked two important things growing up; affection and discipline.
"If you notice, even at this early stage, the nannies are very loving, yet strict. They are not afraid to spank kids to teach them discipline from this early point. But they also constantly let the kids know they are loved.
"All of this may sound crazy, but my friend, it apparently works. This program got started up ten years ago, so once they got the kinks out of the system, they began to put kids through the process. Since it takes about nine years for a decoded kid to become an 18 year old, a few kids have been through the whole system. And from what I hear, they're not only delinquents any more, but very happy and successful citizens."
"I still don't believe this stupid system works," I said. "Hey, wait a sec, you still suck a pacifier!"
"Oh yeah, well, you see, funnily enough, even when kids are potty-trained and ready to move on and leave this place, they still suck pacifiers. They do try to get kids off of pacifiers when they're about the age of a five year old, but until then, they say pacifiers are very therapeutic.
"The kids also are still very attached to their teddy bears or blankies when they leave here. You see, most kids that become delinquent teenagers were highly discouraged from having stuffed animals or blankets when they were younger. The developers of this program believe that kids should feel it's ok to still have these things, and that they'll get tired of them when they are ready. This way, the kids get to feel the love and affection that they missed out on growing up. Plus, they let kids know it's ok to cry; they make sure the kids aren't spoiled and don't whine for over little things, but they encourage kids to cry when they're truly upset about something"
When Johnny told me this, believe it or not, it really hit me as true. I remembered back to when I was really little, probably about three years old. I had a teddy bear that I really liked, and I carried it around everywhere with me. But my dad told me that only wussies and sissies had teddy bears or blankies, and he took it away from me. I had cried, but my dad just told me to stop being a baby about it. After a while I forgot about it and moved on. But now that I thought about it, ever since then, I hadn't cried and I've had a strong desire to be tough and not be a wussy. Maybe Johnny was on to something; maybe I did have a lot of pride that was built into me.
Johnny then decided to tell me about some thing about babies in general. He told me the difference between cloth and disposable diapers, and he explained what plastic pants were and why they were necessary for cloth diapers. I learned what a onesie and a footed sleeper were, and he told me about other baby clothing too.
As Johnny and I talked, I felt continued pressure in my stomach. In the middle of our conversation, I had realized that I needed to take a shit. I had tried to ignore it and just hold it up until this point, but it had just gotten harder and harder. Not only was I extremely embarrassed to shit myself, I really didn't want to do it in front of Johnny. But it had gotten to the point where I couldn't help it. As Johnny was describing the different ways the nannies would hold or carry the kids, I tried to push it out without letting Johnny know. It was very difficult, but after a few minutes, I felt a turd come out of my butt and into my diaper.
It was horrible and disgusting. My diaper pushed the shit up against my ass, and I could feel it smearing all over. It became worse since my ass was against the floor, and since I didn't want to attract Johnny's attention, I just sat there and tried to shift a little bit, which only made it smear against my ass even more.
Johnny hadn't noticed, however and he just continued to talk. However, we were soon interrupted by a new kid who just crawled over. He was wearing a light blue onesie with bunnies on it, and I noticed that etched across his onesie was the name "Baby Ronnie". He had curly brown hair and looked to be about 12 in real life.
"Hi Johnny!" he said as he excitely waved to Johnny. He then looked over at me, looked back at Johnny and asked, "Who dat?"
Surprisingly Johnny answered him back in baby talk. "Hi Wonnie. Dis Cody. He a baby, not big boys wike us."
As the two of them said this, I began to smell the mess in my diaper. It was really bad, worse than my farts, which could kill plants by themselves.
Ronnie then looked at me and said, "Oh. Hi wittle baby. You not big wike me."
I didn't like this kid, what he said embarrassed me a little , and he was starting to piss me off. But before I could think of anything to say to him, I saw him sniff for a big, and he truly pissed me off and embarrassed me by smiling at me and saying,
"You smell wike poop. You go poopy in your diapy!"
I felt my cheeks go red as I looked at Johnny. He just smiled and said, "You wight, Wonnie! Cody make poopy!"
As I just looked at the two of them in shock, Ronnie said, "You need a new diapa. You poopy. Why you not cwying?"
Johnny then said, "Maybe he not know how."
Ronnie just smiled and said, "That otay. Me get nanny!"
Before I could tell him "no", Ronnie turned and yelled, "WITTLE BABY CODY MAKE BIG POOPY! HE SMELL WIKE POOP! HE NEED NEW DIAPY!"
I heard a few of the kids in the room giggle at this, and a couple of them were even pointing at me. I was about to jump on the stupid kid and punch him, but before I could a nanny was walking over towards me.
She picked me up and said, "Whoo, you're right Ronnie, we have a messy baby right here, don't we? Thank you for helping the baby out, Ronnie, that was very nice of you. Especially since he didn't CRY like he should," she added, giving me a sharp look.
Still embarrassed, I didn't say anything as Ronnie held his nose and said, "Mommy, change da smelly baby. He smell wike poop!"
As the other kids continued to laugh, I felt like crawling up inside a cave and dying. Hiding my face in the nanny's shoulder, I began to cry again.
"Yes, he does," she replied. She then looked at me and said in a sweet voice, "It's ok, Cody. Did wittle Cody-wody make a stinky-winky? Mommy will change baby Cody into a new diaper, then he'll stop crying."
I still had my head buried in her shoulder as she carried me over to a changing table. I was still crying in embarrassment as she strapped me down. The nanny then said, "It's ok, Cody. Here," she said as she put my pacifier in my mouth. "That should calm you down."
I didn't want to make her mad, so I just sucked on the pacifier, which turned my cries into soft whimpers. She undid my overalls and pulled down my pants. I probably would have tried to fight her, but to tell the truth, I wanted to get out of my shit-filled diaper as soon as possible. As she un-taped my diaper, the smell of it became stronger; it really was quite nasty. To make things worse, I could tell that a lot of it was still stuck against my skin.
This of course prompted the nanny to once again go, "Whoo, you sure did make a big poopy, didn't you Cody?" I was once again felt embarrassed, but didn't have the energy or effort to do anything about it. I just tried to get my mind on something else as I sucked my pacifier.
The nanny got out some baby wipes and began to clean all of the shit off of me. Despite the coldness of the wipes, I had to admit that I was glad to get all of the shit off of me. As she worked, the nanny cooed to me and talked baby talk, apparently trying to cheer me up. I did calm down, but not because of what she said. After cleaning my front, she lifted my legs up and cleaned my whole ass, including my crack. Once she was done, she once again powdered me, and then took out a new diaper and fastened it around my waste. Before she put my overalls back on, she rubbed my stomach and then chucked my chin. Finally, she refastened my overalls, un-strapped me, picked me up again, smiled at me, and said, "Now Cody is all fresh and clean in a new diaper!"
I was still sucking my pacifier, but I had stopped crying. The nanny carried me back over to where Johnny was, and thankfully, Ronnie had left.
As she sat me down and left, I spit the pacifier out and just gave Johnny a look of anger.
"Why did you go along with that stupid kid?!" I asked.
"Calm down, buddy," he said. "There's no way I'm gonna blow my cover by talking normal in front of the kids who can talk. And I just acted like any two year old would."
"Whatever," I said, still feeling embarrassed about the whole thing.
"You know," Johnny began. "You take things to seriously, Cody. You'd be much happier if you didn't act like being treated like a baby was such a big deal."
"It is a big deal!" I said. "I'm fourteen, and it's completely humiliating to be degraded and treated just like I was two! I'm not a baby anymore!"
"You think I don't know how humiliating it is?" he asked. "Come on, I have seen many, many thug like kids come through here, and every single one is very embarrassed. But you're just making things harder on yourself by letting it get to you."
"So what am I supposed to do?" I asked. "Just give up and let them make me a baby again?"
"I don't care what you do," he said. "But if you don't let the whole thing get to you, you can still fight the system. In fact, the kids who resist the decoding process for the longest are the ones who stay calm and keep a cool head about all of this. They can think more clearly. By panicking and throwing fits, you're just making things worse for yourself, and you will be more and more enticed to give in and accept you baby role."
I guessed that this made sense, but I still had a hard time with it. Nonetheless, I resolved to try to take Johnny's advice and try to relax about the whole thing. That would probably be the only way I could figure out how to escape this place.
I then thought about something. Johnny and I had been having these long conversations, but the nannies had never interrupted us, and they apparently had no idea that Johnny was faking and putting up a baby act.
"Johnny, how have we been able to get away with these conversations without the nannies finding out?"
"That's a good question. Well, you see, when this program first started, the nannies were a lot stricter. They kept a very tight eye on all of the kids, making sure that they never talked to each other. Well, except at night. If you notice, the nannies just leave the kids alone in their cribs at night. Most of the nannies go home every evening, since they can just strap down kids into the cribs. But over the years the nannies have gotten more lax about their jobs.
"Realizing that as soon as kids were decoded they could only speak gibberish, they stopped keeping a close watch on the kids while they played in the nursery. Unless they notice two kids fighting or one starts to cry, they just think we're talking to each other in baby-talk. I have to keep my eye out for nannies, but they just think I'm talking to you in baby-talk right now, since that's all I speak whenever I'm around them. There have been a few close calls, but as far as I know, they just think I'm decoded like all the rest of them.
"And that's how I've been able to pick up all of the information I know. The nannies constantly talk to each other about everything. Often, while they're changing diapers or rocking kids to sleep, they'll have conversations with each other. They don't care since they know that the decoded kids have no idea what they're talking about. However, I can understand everything they say, and over the years, I've picked up on all kinds of things, such as how this program works and all of the details about it. And that's how I heard about you getting spanked; I didn't know it was you, but I heard two of the nannies remarking how a kid had gotten spanked and thrown a huge tantrum over it.
"So how have you been able to keep the nannies tricked for all this time?"
"I'll tell you later, kid," he said. "When I think you're ready, I'll tell you all about my past here and how I've been able to keep my mind while everyone else has become babies."
I was frustrated because he wouldn't tell me how he had fought the system, but I didn't decide to pursue the subject. Johnny was apparently tired of talking too, because he then said, "Well, kid, I think that's enough for today. My advice to you is to just chill out and keep a clear head about all of this.
"Oh yeah, and one more thing. I suggest you only speak gibberish around the nannies. If they keep hearing you talk English, they'll eventually program your collar to shock you when ever you say any real word, not just curse words. But if you just act like you can only speak gibberish, they won't bother to switch your collar. If nothing else, by fooling them you'll give me someone to talk to."
With that he stood up and walked over to a nanny. After saying a few words to her (which I'm sure were in baby-talk), she grabbed him by the wrist and calmly led him out of the room.
Once Johnny had left, I yet again noticed that I had to piss. I painfully realized that there was no use in holding it, so I reluctantly decided to just wet my diaper. It still took me a little while to get it out, but once again I pissed myself, feeling the warm liquid up against my body inside the diaper. As much as I hated it, I decided that I would just deal with it until a nanny came over to change me.
This ended up happening sooner rather than later, because after about ten minutes, one of the nannies came over, picked me up and said, "Ok, little Cody, it's time for your nap..."
She then paused for a second and asked, "Now Cody, are you wet?"
I don't know why the stupid woman asked; she obviously already knew the truth. But it's just like when your parents already know you've done something wrong but like idiots they ask anyway.
I didn't answer her, since I didn't want to tell her that I had pissed myself. She didn't care, anyway; she just continued on. "Cody, you know that when you wet your diaper, you need to cry to let mommy know. That way she can change you into a nice, clean diaper! So mommy won't change you until you cry."
With that, she put me back down on the floor, crossed her arms and waited while she stared at me.
I wasn't going to lower my dignity or give the stupid bitch the pleasure of seeing me cry. I just sat there and stared at her with anger. After about thirty seconds, she said, "Cody, you know what happens when you be a bad baby. Now you cry right now or you will be punished."
Maybe I had already forgotten what it was like to be shocked or spanked, but either way, this threat didn't scare me. I just sat there and continued to look up at her, not moving at all.
After I refused to cry, the nanny once again touched her wrist and gave me a shock. It was only thirty seconds; this was enough to make me yell in pain and suffer agony, but not long enough to weaken my body.
When it was over, she looked at me and said, "Well?"
Even though the pain had been ungodly, my pride was still intact. Feeling even more angry at her, I still remained silent.
She looked angry, and again she shocked me. She let it go for about two minutes, which was pure hell (especially on top of the earlier shock). It had hurt so much that there were tears in my eyes, and when it was over, my body was too weak to move.
Once I had regained my strength, she once again looked at me expectedly (apparently my tears didn't constitute crying). As much as I dreaded being tortured again, I still refused to cry; I don't know why, but I got pleasure out of rebelling against her, even if it meant suffering so badly. Besides, making myself cry would be voluntarily acting like a baby, which I had absolutely no desire to do.
She tried one more time, this time shocking me for about four minutes. But despite the horrible pain and weakness of my muscles, I once again defied her and stayed quiet. I almost felt like I was testing her.
Realizing that the shocking wasn't working, the nanny then said, "Fine. If you won't cooperate, then we will have to punish you another way."
She quickly grabbed me and thrust me over her knee like the other nanny had the day before. While holding me in place with one hand, I felt her use her other one to unfasten the straps of my overalls and pull my pants down.
I begin to feel my cheeks redden as I felt the air on my thighs, since only my diaper was showing now. I was filled with humiliation again, and as panic began to overtake me, I decided I would much rather cry than get another spanking (I would be degraded either way, and crying would be less painful and embarrassing).
I then said, "Ok, ok, I'll cry, please don't spank me!"
But the nanny proceeded to un-tape my diaper. As she did so, she said to me, "Now that's more like it. But to make sure you learn your lesson, you're going to get spanked before that."
As I became even more panicked, I tried to struggle and escape from the nanny. But she firmly held me in place, and I felt my naked ass being exposed. To make matters that much worse, I heard the nanny yell, "Everyone, listen up! Cody has been a bad baby, and he's going to be spanked!"
I could see kids all around me stop whatever they were doing and crawl over with smiles on their faces. Apparently they found it funny whenever a kid got spanked, especially a really bad one like me.
As I felt the slaps come across my ass, I began to cry in embarrassment. I was able to keep myself from screaming and making a fit like the last time, but I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. I felt even worse when I heard the laughter of the other kids.
After about ten slaps, the nanny refastened my diaper and put my overalls back on. The other kids kept watching, however, as the nanny placed me on the floor and waited.
I was still softly crying, and I had hoped this would be enough to get me changed. But the nanny kept looking at and continued to wait. As much as I didn't want to, I let out a soft whimper, hoping this would be enough.
As the other kids continued to giggle, the nanny looked at me and said, "That's not a very big cry for such a big baby! I think you can be louder than that."
Feeling even worse, I just wanted the whole thing to be over, so I made myself let out a high pitched howl. Once I started, I decided to keep going, since it would be hard to start again. This seemed to satisfy the nanny, who then picked me up and began to pat my back to comfort me.
The other kids lost interest at this, so they went back to what they were doing. I decided to continue to cry to make sure I didn't get punished again, and I didn't stop until the nanny had carried me over to a changing table and strapped me down. It was actually the nanny who made me stop crying, because while my eyes were shut and my mouth was wide open I felt her stuff my pacifier into my mouth, which muffled my yells. I took this as a sign that I could stop, but I was still recovering from the whole situation, so I softly whimpered as my tear kept coming slowly. I just tried not to watch as I felt the nanny remove my wet diaper, wipe me, powder me, and put a new disposable on me. By the time she was done, I had stopped crying, though I still had the pacifier in my mouth. Not feeling a need to fight anymore, I didn't do anything as she dressed me again, picked me up and carried me out of the nursery. I was once again taken to another room and strapped down in a crib for a nap. You would think that I would have been so worn out that I would have gone right to sleep. But I wasn't used to sixteen hours of sleep a day, and I laid there awake for about an hour and a half, thinking about how much I hated being here and being frustrated about my helplessness.
I finally remembered Johnny's advice about not letting everything get to me so much. As hard as it was, I made myself calm down and stop thinking about all of my baby treatment. This relaxed me, and within minutes, I was asleep.
After I slept for a few hours, I was woken up by a nanny (thankfully I woke up dry). Seeing no point in fighting, especially since I was still tired, I just let her take me back to the nursery with no resistance. Once there, I simply began to think. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Johnny was right; given my situation and the likeliness that it would not change for a long time, there really was no point in getting all worked up about everything. I decided that it would be best for me to just relax and refuse to get bothered by my whole baby treatment.
Thankfully, it wasn't too hard to keep this attitude up. Over the next few days, I managed to stay calm while the nannies continued to baby me. I guess part of the reason I was able to keep my composure was that I was over the shock of it all, and even though I had been there less than a week, I was starting to get used to it. You may be surprised to hear it, but after you've wet a diaper a few times, you don't really feel embarrassed about it anymore, especially since the nannies and the other kids thought it was completely normal.
And let's face it, I had already been through every thing that they had thrown at me; over the next few days I had a basic schedule down; it boiled down to being given a bath (although they also did things to groom me, such as brush my teeth and my hair), being bottle-fed or spoon fed, having to suck a pacifier while I took naps, and having my wet or dirty diapers changed. I had to swallow my pride, but I managed to get through it without giving it much of a second thought. In fact, I started to get used to it, and it none of it was really that big of a deal.
I worried a little that this may lead to me being decoded, but since I still had my normal mind (and the desire not to be turned into a baby), I didn't worry too much.
Although not everything was easy. Firstly, whenever I had to take a shit, it came out in a disgusting new form. The first few time it was just like it had always been, somewhat solid; I guess this was my normal food. But a few days of just milk and baby food, my shit started coming out in a kind of paste-like form, almost like peanut butter. I know it sounds very nasty, but at least you didn't have to deal with it squishing up against your ass in a diaper, and I had to.
I also had to make myself cry whenever I was hungry or needed to be changed. I hated it, but since it was what the nannies expected, it wasn't really embarrassing anymore, just a little stupid. Besides, at least this way I avoided shocks and spankings.
I also took Johnny's advice and refrained from talking around the nannies. I even forced myself to make some babyish gurgles. This seemed to satisfy the nannies, and I began to notice that the more I cooperated and acted like a baby, the nicer they were to me. And this way I could make them think that I was being decoded just like normal.
I didn't see Johnny over the next few days; I didn't know where he was, but he was never in the nursery with me, I even searched for him a few times. Even though I often got desires to talk with him, I felt confident in my abilities to stay calm and fool the nannies to a degree.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized how lucky that I had actually had Johnny to talk to me and give me the advice about staying calm. If I hadn't ever talked to him, I would have probably gone insane and just given in to the baby treatment.
Anyway, there was one thing worse than my shit, my crying, my lack of talking, and Johnny's absence, and that was the boredom. You have no idea how frustrating it was not to be able to do anything fun for days at a time. Having no other option, I once again resorted to playing with the cars on a few occasions. The cars and the blocks were really the only toys that were remotely interesting to me (though I will admit that I tried many different toys, that's how desperate I was).
I also tried listening to some of the stories. The nannies wouldn't let me read them myself, so I had to listen like every one else. Yeah, they were stupid and not really entertaining, but they weren't exactly boring either, and they helped to pass the time.
Anyway, after about a week (it was damn hard to keep track of time), something horrible happened; I wet my diaper without even trying to. I really hated this; I had trusted Johnny's prediction and was alarmed that I was already losing control.
But here's the worst part; once I realized I was wet, without thinking, I automatically let out a whine, just like a baby. After about two seconds I realized what I was doing and clapped my hands over my mouth. I couldn't believe it; without meaning to, I had whined just like a stupid baby because I had a wet diaper.
My cry still managed to attract a nanny over, and she proceeded to take me over to a changing table to change my diaper. This had actually been the fourth time that day that I needed a diaper change, and while I was being changed, the nanny remarked with a smile, "Wow, Cody, you sure go through a lot of diapers! You know, I think we had better switch you over to cloth. Besides, you're such a heavy wetter!"
I was pissed and embarrassed by these remarks, and I didn't have the slightest desire to start wearing cloth diapers. But I had been doing such a good job at keeping calm and making the nannies happy that I just accepted the predicament.
Once I was wiped and powdered, the nanny took out a white cloth diaper, folded it in a certain way, and put it under my ass. She pulled it tightly through my legs and over my waste, and she held two large safety pins (diaper pins, I guessed), between her lips while she did so. She then held the diaper in place on my right side while she took one of the pins and fastened the diaper around my leg. She proceeded to do the same on the left side.
Afterwards, she took a pair of white plastic pants out, and she buttoned them over my diaper as well. She didn't bother to put any more clothes on me; I had already been wearing a T-shirt.
Once I was back down on the floor, I noticed how weird the cloth diaper felt. It was definitely thicker than the disposables had been, and unlike them, it had no give; I definitely felt like there was two inches between my ass and the ground.
And the plastic pants! I felt the outside of them; it was smooth, soft, and unlike anything I had ever worn before. On top of that, they made a crinkling sound every time I moved. I was sort of mystified by the weird feeling of my new diaper.
Fed up with the toys and the stories, I simply just sat there and drifted away in my thoughts. As I sat there, a new thought entered my mind. I began to think about how I never talked in front of the nannies, and how I had stopped fighting them. I thought that they probably thought that I was giving in to the decoding process, and that I would soon become a complete baby.
I decided that I would use this against them. I was really starting to get sick of this place, and I didn't know how much more I could take. So I decided that the next day I would try to escape.
You'd think I would have given it a lot more thought, but I generally believed that the nannies would be caught off guard if I tried to make a break for it and that I would have the element of surprise. So, I basically decided that the next time they would take me out of the nursery to put me down for a nap, they wouldn't be holding me as tight, and I would get escape their grasp and crawl away, hopefully reaching the door that led to the outside.
Deciding that this was a good plan, I decided that I would try it the next day. In the mean time, I had shit my diaper again, and I needed a change. The cloth diapers were even weirder when I pissed or shit in them, and they didn't absorb nearly as much as the disposables. This was annoying, but at the moment, I didn't care.
After I was changed, the nanny put me back in a crib for the night. To my surprise, I saw Johnny in the room where she had taken me, although he was sound asleep, his pacifier in his smiling mouth.
After I was tied down, I was left to go to sleep. But I had trouble sleeping. And this brings me back to the spot where I originally started to tell you this story.
I guess the cloth diaper was one reason why I had trouble sleeping, but I think it was mainly because I was nervous about my escape plan. Nonetheless, I eventually became to tired to stay awake any longer, and I drifted off to sleep.
That night, I dreamt again. In this dream, I met this really hot girl who looked like she was about sixteen. She invited me to an apartment, claiming that it was her brother's. She told me he was out of town and that we had the whole place to ourselves. I eagerly accepted her offer.
After we chilled out for a bit in the living room, she invited me back into her brother's bedroom. I was excited because I knew that this totally hot chick wanted to have sex with me!
Once we got back there, she took off all of her clothes except for her bra and her panties. In a sexy voice she said, "Ok, baby, time for you to get undressed too."
As I felt myself get hard, began to take off all of my clothes. Once I was naked, she walked over, gave me a kiss on the lips and began to massage my shoulders.
"So, are you a real man?" she asked me.
"Oh hell yeah," I said. "I'm all the man you can handle."
With that, I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. I immediately jumped on top of her and began to fuck her.
Or, at least, I tried to. As soon as I jumped onto the bed, she rolled out of the way. I landed, and then rolled over on to my back, only to see her standing there with an angry look.
"You pig!" she yelled. "You're not a man, a real man knows how to respect a lady! You're just a selfish, spoiled little baby! And now, I'm gonna treat you like one!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, trying to get up. It was then I realized that I was somehow attached to the bed, and I couldn't get up.
When I looked back at the girl, she had an evil grin on her face, and I saw that she had an unfolded cloth diaper in her hands. As I violently struggled and yelled and pleaded with her to stop, she grabbed my legs and powdered my ass with baby powder that she had somehow obtained. She talked baby talk to me while she pinned the cloth diaper on me with a HUGE diaper pin. As I lay there crying, she called in her brother and a bunch of other guys and girls who all pointed at me, laughed, and cooed me just like I was a baby. As I begged them all to stop, they forced me to drink a baby bottle, which caused me to immediately wet my diaper.
As they all laughed and commented about how I was a wet baby, I woke up and found myself back in my crib. As soon as I got over the dream, I began to ponder the my escape plan for the day.
I continued to think about what I was going to do as a nanny came in, gave me a bath and groomed me, and then took me back to the nursery. Once she was gone, I figured out what I would do; once it was time for my next nap, as a nanny carried me down the hall, I would give her a good, solid punch to the stomach. Since I knew I could hit hard considering how many kids I had beat up in the past, I figured this would be a good way to stop her for a period of time. Besides, since I had been so good the past few days, she'd never see it coming. From there, I'd quickly crawl down the hall and find the main door. Surely I could reach the handle, even if I had trouble standing, and I could open the door and make it outside. From there I could hide somewhere until I lost them. I'd then figure out a way to remove my collar and make a break for it.
I wasn't exactly sure what I would do once I had escaped, but I didn't care; all I wanted was to get out of this place.
I spent the next few hours practicing crawling, knowing I'd have to crawl very quickly. Even though it was annoying putting up with getting changed and fed again, I dealt with it.
Then the moment to strike came. A nanny picked me up and told me in a nice voice that it was time for my nap. She then carried me out of the nursery.
Turns out I would be in even more luck than I had thought. The nanny ended up carrying me to a...uh, "crib room" I guess you could call it. Anyway, she carried me to a crib room that was close to the main door! As we got closer and closer, the door was only about twenty feet away.
As she turned to carry me to the crib room, I took the opportunity to attack. She was holding me in her arms, so I just quickly turned towards her and punched her right in the stomach.
It did the job; the nanny dropped me in surprise and I felt my feet and legs crash into the floor. I quickly turned towards the main door and started crawling. It hurt my knees terribly crawling on the hard tile, but I was too full of adrenaline to care. I could see myself getting closer and closer to it...ten feet...eight feet....five feet...two feet...
As soon as I was close enough, I made myself stand up to reach the handle. I knew I would get a shock, but I was prepared. As I felt the pain shoot through my body, I managed to grab hold of the handle and turn it. Despite my horrid pain, I was able to open the door, and as I did so, I dropped to the floor, knowing that the horrible agony of the shock would be over as soon as I reached the floor, and then I would be free to escape the building!
But to my horror, as soon as I reached the floor, the pain didn't stop; in fact, it became worse. I panicked because I didn't know why I was still being shocked. I yelled in pain as I rolled over onto my back.
It didn't stop for what felt like an hour, although I'm sure it was more like five minutes. Near the end of it, I looked up and saw the nanny. She was pressing a spot on her wrist, and I realized that she was the reason I was being shocked.
Once it was over, my body was far too weak to move. As the nanny scooped me up in her arms, I saw that she had a smile on her face, but it was not a kind smile; it seemed to say "I'm happy because I know how much trouble you're in".
As she walked me into the crib room and strapped me in, she said, "Cody, Cody, Cody...you were being such a good baby. But I guess you forgot that you're only a baby, and when a baby hits a nanny, it doesn't hurt much. Don't worry, honey, mommy's not mad you tried to hit her; many bad little babies have done it before. But you WILL be punished. For now, it's time for the baby to have his nap, but when he wakes up, he will be punished greatly."
After she left, it took a few minutes for my body to regain its strength. I began to realize what had happened. Like the stupid bitch said, I didn't have all my strength, so my punch must have not hurt her as much as it should. However, because of what Johnny had told me, I knew I had more strength than a baby; I just think the woman got pleasure to tell me I was only as strong as a baby (or maybe it was another technique of the decoding process). Anyway, my punch didn't have much affect on her, so she probably just dropped me in surprise, not pain. And she must have started to shock me either while I was standing or as I came down.
No matter how it happened, I was feeling very defeated at my failed attempt. On top of that, I began to get worried about how I would be punished. I had not only hit a nanny, but I had tried to escape. Despite everything that was going through my head, I managed to fall asleep (even in a week I had gotten somewhat used to the extra sleep).
I woke up wet, which was irritating but not exactly surprising. Within minutes the same nanny who I had hit came in. She carried me back to the nursery, and even though she was nice while she changed me, I knew she was looking to punish me.
Well, she didn't actually change my diaper. After taking off my wet one and cleaning me, she just picked me up under my armpits with my naked lower half left for the whole nursery to see (I was only wearing a T-shirt). After getting the attention of the whole nursery, just like before, I was put over her knee and she proceeded to spank me.
Yet again I was embarrassed, especially because I was even more naked than I had been before. But then I began to remember Johnny's advice. After a while, despite the laughter of the other kids, I began to wonder what was so bad about this. I mean, even though she gave me what seemed like a hundred slaps, they didn't really hurt; I've taken a lot of pain in my life. And yeah, it was kind of embarrassing, but only because I let it be. So a couple of "babies" and "nannies" were laughing at me, who gives a damn? After receiving a good number of slaps, I began not to care that it was happening. I even felt a cynical smile go across my face.
The nanny must have noticed the fact that I wasn't screaming or even crying. After a while, she stopped spanking me, and she sat me up and looked me in the face. She then asked, "Now, did baby Cody learn his lesson?"
I should have cried. I should have put on a sad face and nodded. I should have simply said "yes" no matter how happy my face looked. But like a fucking IDIOT, I shook my head, and even though it was extremely childish, I stuck my tongue out at her.
Why did I do it? I don't know, I just got pleasure out of defying her and letting her know that no matter what she did, she wouldn't embarrass me or make me feel like a baby. I guess it's the rebellious nature in me, the reason why I was here in the first place.
I expected her to be angry. I expected her to yell at me and say, "Oh, is that so little baby?" Hell, I even expected her to throw me back over her knee and spank me some more. But she didn't do any of those things. She simply smiled (yet again, another one of those evil smiles). She then stood up with me in her arms and carried me out of the room, motioning for another nanny to follow her.
I probably should have been scared, but after going through a spanking and not being affected by it, I felt on top of the world. It didn't seem like anything else could get to me at all.
The two nannies took me to another bathroom. Once there, they took off my shirt, so I was completely naked. I started to get a little worried, so I tried to struggle, but like always it was useless. I was once again strapped down, left only to see these two women leaning over me.
"Well, Cody," the main one began. "It seems like you think you're very tough, don't you? I think that's the problem; you still think you're a big boy, you haven't realized that you're just a baby. So I think we'd better make you more like the baby you are."
With that, she went away for a few seconds, and when she came back, I saw that she had some shaving cream and a razor in her hands.
I screamed in rage and struggled as violently as I could, but it was no use. The other nanny yet again tied a pacifier around my head and my restraints held me tightly. But the nanny just smiled as she put the shaving cream on my pubic hair and proceeded to shave it off.
I did everything I could to stop her while I did it. I made as much noise as I could around the pacifier, and I squirmed in whatever way possible. But I didn't stop her in the least bit. I began to cry again because of my pure helplessness.
Once my pubic hair was gone, the nanny kept going. Soon, she had shaved my legs (I tried to fight it, but the two nannies were able to keep my in control, even when they had to unfasten my legs to shave them). She also shaved off my stomach and chest hair, my armpits, my ass, my arms, and even my face. The only good thing is that she didn't cut me at all; I guessed that this wasn't the first time she had shaved someone like me.
She decided to leave the hair on the rest of my head alone, saying "It makes you look so adorable, Cody" as she pinched my cheek. The whole time I continued to helplessly cry. And to add to my grief, she then said, "And we want him to stay baby smooth, now don't we? So we better make sure he doesn't get back his big boy hair." With that, she took out this weird kind of spray and sprayed it all over the areas that she had just shaved. Even though I wasn't sure if I completely believed her, the thought alone was bad enough.
Now I know what you're thinking: why the hell was this such a big deal? I had just gone through a spanking in front of a room of people, and it didn't phase me. Why was getting shaven enough to drive me to tears?
I don't know how exactly to explain it, but I guess you could say I was proud of those hairs. Ever since I had first grown them, I felt more like a man, and I had gotten very used to having them. Once they were gone, I felt completely like a little kid, or considering my situation, a baby. Combined with the nannies' constant chiding and telling me how cute of a baby I was, as well as my remembering of how I had failed to escape, I kind of broke down and couldn't just shake it off.
I could tell the nannies were satisfied with my response, and once I was completely shaved (don't you dare think of the phrase "smooth as a baby's bottom"), they powdered me again and put a new diaper and pair of plastic pants on me, refusing to shut up about how cute I was in my diaper and how little babies need their diapers. Once they had dressed me again in my shirt, they picked me back up and began to carry me back to the nursery.
I was so flustered that I struggled with all of my might, but they held me firmly, and for good measure, shocked me again. This scared me into complying, and I just continued to cry as they plopped me back down on the nursery floor.
Still feeling horrible about being shaved, I just collapsed onto the floor and continued to cry. It seems no matter what I did I still felt like a baby, not the badass fourteen year old that I once was.
As I continued to feel sorry for myself, I noticed something a few feet away from me; it was a teddy bear. The bear was brown with a black plastic nose and eyes, and it looked very soft.
Initially, I just ignored it. But as I looked at it more and more, I began become more interested in it. I had no idea why, but it struck me as cute, as stupid as that sounds. My interest continued, and I decided to crawl over to it and check it out.
As I got closer, I had the urge to grab the bear. As I reached for it, I suddenly felt a sudden need to stop. 'What in the hell are you doing?' I asked myself. 'For Christ sake, you're fourteen years old! Why in the hell would you have a teddy bear? Only little wussies and...babies...have teddy bears.'
But as I pondered this, I thought more and more about my past, and what Johnny had said. I thought about how my dad never let me have a teddy bear, and how I had always thought they were a bad thing for cool kids, tough kids like me. I looked at the bear and wondered what was so wrong about it. It was only a stuffed animal, and I couldn't convince myself that it didn't look cute...
What was so wrong about having a teddy bear? It's not like anyone here would think any less of me if I grabbed the bear, they think I'm a baby anyway. I was wearing a diaper, after all.
But was I a baby? Just because I was being treated like one didn't mean I really was one. And since I wasn't a baby, I couldn't justify having the bear.
But then I thought 'Dammit, why shouldn't it be ok for me to have it? Why, just cuz my dad thought it was wussie? He's the one who put me here! It looks so soft, and cute, what harm could it be in holding it...'
With that, I couldn't stop myself from grabbing the bear. Once I had it in my hands, I decided to give it a hug. I was filled with a warm sensation over my entire body, and it felt just so...good inside. As I continued to hug the bear, a smile spread across my face and I forgot all about the agony that I had been suffering. I made the decision that my dad was wrong, and that I had been wrong all of those years thinking teddy bears were for wussies...something this cute that made me feel this good had to be ok, and it didn't matter what anyone else thought, it was right for me to have this bear.
As the happiness continued to spread over my body, I decided to find a spot to lie down. I saw a light blue blanket on the ground, so I crawled over to it still clutching my bear.
I curled up my body on the blanket, and I got comfortable snuggling my bear. Putting aside all of my feelings of silliness, I decided to give my bear a name. I liked the name "Timmy"; for some reason that sounded good.
I continued to relax on the blanket as my euphoria continued, and I began to feel myself drift off to sleep. I didn't know why, but as I did, my thumb inched closer and closer to my mouth. Before I knew it, I was sucking on it. I didn't understand exactly why I had put it in my mouth, or even more importantly, why I didn't take it out once I realized it was there. It just felt so natural, and it made me feel even happier.
I was just about asleep when I was jolted awake by a strangely familiar, sarcastic voice that said, "Aww, isn't baby Cody just the cutest thing? I have to admit, you are pretty adorable with your bear and sucking your thumb like that, kid."
I immediately recognized the voice (it was Johnny, of course), and I responded right away. I opened my eyes and quickly sat up straight, pulling my thumb out of my mouth and wiping it on my shirt while I did so. Strangely enough, I was still holding Timmy; I didn't think about getting rid of him.
I then said, "No, no...I was just...uh..."
Once again Johnny held his hand up and said, "Come on kid, it's natural. I told you that you'd find comfort in your furry little friend there." He gave Timmy a look as he said this part.
Realizing that I was still holding the bear, I slightly jumped out of shock and embarrassment, and I threw Timmy to the side. Even though I knew Johnny was right and that he even expected me to like the bear, I was still embarrassed to admit that I had gotten so much joy out of holding Timmy.
It's funny how quickly you can change mindsets. In the time span of ten seconds I had gone from complete happiness holding Timmy to extreme shame. I even started to feel disgusted that I had even considered hugging the stuffed animal.
Johnny laughed at my reaction, and he just said, "Have it your way...but you better not lose him, you'll probably want to hold him again. That is, if you don't want to right now?"
Johnny's question puzzled me. I couldn't decide...part of me wanted to race over to Timmy and grab him again, and another part not only resisted the urge, but made me feel stupid that I even had it.
I decided to resist and I told Johnny, "No way, I don't want that stupid thing."
"If you say so," Johnny responded. "Not like it matters. Any particular reason you decided to grab him in the first place?"
I wasn't sure I wanted to recount the story for Johnny, but I decided to go ahead and tell him my failed escape plan, how I had fought off the shame of being spanked, and how I had been shaved because of it.
Johnny was impressed; not at my escape plan or my stupid mistake of sticking my tongue out at the nanny, but at the fact that I had been shaved already.
"I don't know if you realize it kid, but that was the second step of the punishment process. Step one is spanking, step two is shaving. In just a week, you've already managed to reach level two. I can see why, though. Most kids here haven't been able to fight off three spankings...probably because they didn't have my advice about staying calm. And those who did weren't foolish enough to so blatantly defy the nannies by sticking their tongues out at them...although I will say I that I find it quite funny."
"Yeah, I guess it was pretty stupid," I admitted.
"True, but look where it got you...you're fighting the system pretty well kid, I'm impressed. Don't worry so much, kid. Not a lot of kids here can say they've reached the level of being shaved. Well, once a kid is completely decoded the nannies typically shave him to make diaper changes healthier and whatnot, but it's not a punishment for most kids...they never make it that far."
"Was the nanny being serious when she said my hair won't grow back?!" I asked in alarm.
"Well, partly...it will grow back, but it'll take a couple of years..."
"A COUPLE of YEARS???!!!" I asked in horror.
"Oh come on kid, it's no big deal."
"It is to me!"
"Well, you'll just have to deal with it. That spray stuff is pretty remarkable. It's kept my hair off pretty well.
"Anyway, given the shame of being shaved-especially considering YOUR pride-I find it completely normal that you found comfort in your bear. And I noticed you sucking your thumb, too!" he added with a smile.
Feeling myself go a little red, I asked, "No, you see, I don't suck my thumb, I have no idea why I did it. I don't even think I sucked my thumb as a little kid..."
"Yeah, kid, but remember, you probably haven't held a teddy bear in a long time, either. Besides, don't forget that you've been forced to sleep with a pacifier in your mouth for a week, so it's natural for you have something in your mouth while you sleep. My guess is that as you started to fall asleep your body naturally responded by putting something in your mouth, with your thumb being the easiest thing. It happens all the time, although kids tend to just stick their pacifiers in their mouths when it happens."
As I took this all in, I got irritated and said, "Man, this decoding stuff really sucks!" After receiving another shock, I recovered to hear Johnny's response.
"Well, whatever you think of it, it's happening. And it's also affecting you in ways you probably haven't even noticed yet."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Well, I kind of reluctantly tell you this, since it'll probably just upset you."
Although I was a little resistant, I was curious now, so I said, "No, go ahead and tell me."
He started to say, "Well, let me ask you this...since you've been here, have you had a..." But he suddenly stopped and sniffed a bit. As he did so, a smell hit my nose. It didn't take me long to realize that Johnny had a dirty diaper.
He of course noticed the smell too, and he stopped and said to me, "Looks like someone needs a change."
"Yeah, I guess you're gonna cry now and get a nanny to change you, right?" I asked.
But Johnny just looked at me funny for a second, and then he said, "Uh, kid, I hate to tell you this, but I'm not the one with a smelly diaper...you are."
At first I thought he was joking. But then I shifted myself a little bit, and with complete shock and horror I realized he was right; I could feel the nasty mess up against my ass. How in the hell had I not noticed it come out, and then not noticed it once it was in my diaper?
I almost started to cry, but I held it in. I just asked Johnny, "How did I not notice it?!"
He just gave me a nervous look, shrugged, and said, "That's what happens, kid. You get used to it after a while. But don't feel bad; I myself am wet anyway. Come on, we can get changed together. It'll be fun."
Not feeling like it would be any fun, I decided to just go with it. Both of us launched into a crying fit, and soon two nannies came over to change us. They carried us over to two changing tables and changed our diapers side by side. As my nanny removed my dirty diaper and wiped me, I noticed that Johnny was once again acting like a total baby.
Even though I felt really stupid, I had an urge to...outdo Johnny, if that makes sense. I wanted to act even more like a baby than he was, almost like it was a competition. To be honest, I even had a fun time as I started to giggle and make babyish sounds while my nanny lovingly wiped me, powdered my butt, and pinned on a new diaper.
Once we were changed, the nannies carried us back over to our previous spot.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Johnny asked me.
"Well, I GUESS not," I responded.
"Anyway, not to kill the mood or anything, but I was in the process of telling you how decoding has already affected you. Let me ask you this...since you've been here, have you had an erection?"
After I processed Johnny's question, I was utterly shocked...not only had I not had a hard on since I had been here, the thought of having one had never even crossed my mind.
"Well...no," I said in amazement to Johnny.
"And assuming you used to drink, smoke, or do drugs, I bet you haven't thought of any of those things or had the desire to use them since you've been here, right?"
Once again he was correct. I was completely frightened by the idea...those things that used to be so central to my life were now things that didn't even enter my mind at all.
"Why haven't I thought about all that stuff?" I asked.
"Well, it's actually just a pleasant (well, pleasant for the creators, anyway) side effect of you being here. The creators didn't know about it at first, it just kind of happened, and that was just something else they didn't have to purge us of. I can't really explain it. I don't think even they understand why it happens...I guess it's just because you're so surrounded by baby images that your mind can't even take the time to think about it."
I was greatly bothered by this news, and I immediately tried to get a boner. I closed my eyes and I tried to clearly picture the hottest woman that I had ever seen, dressed in skimpy underwear. I pictured her slowly taking off her clothes, and I pictured her huge tits and tight ass.
But my penis wasn't responding at all. It stayed limp as ever. And not only that, but I had trouble finding the woman sexy. She looked nice and everything, but instead of me being turned on, I was filled with a desire to have her hold me in my arms. When I pictured her breasts, I didn't get aroused by them, but I simply just had a desire to suck them...not for pleasure, but to get milk out of them...
Horrified, I opened my eyes and just stared at Johnny.
"What the hell..." Another shock. Feeling even more frustrated, I said, "What is happening to me?!"
"You're being decoded, my friend, I've told you many times before..."
My mind was spinning around in circles from all of this. I felt like I was going insane. But one thought stood out; as much as my gut drove me to these babyish desires, my mind firmly rejected everything. I didn't want to be decoded and turned back into a baby. I didn't want to be here, I didn't want to have a teddy bear, I didn't want to suck a pacifier, I didn't want to compete with Johnny to see who could be more babyish during a diaper change, I didn't want to be loved (especially by stupid nannies), I didn't want to play with stupid cars and blocks. I just wanted to go out and party with my friends, get into fights with people, raise hell like I used to...
But when I looked Timmy, the teddy bear that was lying only a few feet away from me, I once again felt a churning in my stomach, a deep down desire to rush over and hug him. I wanted to be held in the arms of a nanny and have her lovingly bottle-feed me. I wanted to have someone there to change my wet or messy diaper whenever I let out a helpless whine...
What the fuck was I saying?! I didn't want that...I just wanted out! But I couldn't get my mind to stick on that thought. I needed to find a way to focus...
Then it hit me: Johnny. Johnny had been here for years and years, and yet he wasn't decoded. Seeing him as a last hope, I told him, "Johnny, I NEED you to tell me how you've fought this system. Now."
He sat there, and once again he told me, "Later. I will when I think the time is right."
"Johnny," I said, frustration building at this point. "I need you to tell me RIGHT NOW. I think now is the time."
"Sorry, kid, I ain't going to. You're not ready to hear it..."
"Not ready to hear it!" I yelled in a whisper (if that makes any sense...I guess it was more like a hiss). I spoke like this because I wanted to be careful not to attract the nannies' attention. "Johnny, I'm being decoded here! I'm starting to cry whenever I wet myself! I am being filled with desires to have a teddy bear! I'm sucking my thumb when I sleep! I'm having fun playing with cars..."
"And I think it'll be good for you," he responded.
This was about all I could take. My frustration was bursting over the top because he refused to tell me. I couldn't hold in my temper any longer, so with a look of anger on my face, I very quickly crawled over to Johnny, grabbed him by the shirt he was wearing, and I forcefully pushed him down onto the floor. As I tightly pinned his shoulders to the floor, I told him, "NO! Tell me! Now!", being careful to keep my voice down.
My actions clearly caught him by surprise, but once he regained his composure, he calmly said, "Calm down kid. Come on, get off me."
After I quickly checked to make sure no nannies were watching us, I gave him a shake and responded, "No! Not until you agree to tell me why you're not decoded!"
But he just continued to stay calm and said, "Kid, I'm warning you, you better get off of me right now,"
But I wouldn't have it. I once again checked to make sure no nannies were watching, and then I once again gave him a firm shake and said, "Tell me!"
"Sorry, kid, you asked for it." I expected him to push me off or punch me or something. That's what I'm used to happening in fights, and that's what most people did when I had them pinned up against a wall or something. I didn't worry, thinking I could take Johnny in a fight.
But he didn't fight me back. To my surprise, he began to cry. Although he started off small, he was soon screaming at the top of his lungs, tears coming out of his eyes.
Realizing that a nanny would soon be here, I tried to get him to stop. If I had been smart, I would have jumped off of him and pretended like he was just crying because he was hungry or something. But I wasn't thinking, so I just stayed on top of him, giving him a small shake and hissing, "No! Stop it! Come on, stop crying!"
But before I knew it, I felt a yank from the back of my shirt, and I was thrown back a few feet. Looking up, I saw a nanny, a look of pure anger on her face.
Another nanny rushed over, picked up Johnny, put him over her shoulder and began to comfort him. He continued to cry, but his yells turned into sobs. I looked around and noticed that the whole nursery was watching us.
The nanny standing over me continued to look angry, and in a voice that had more anger than I had heard any of the nannies use, she said, "Cody, what happened here?"
Before I could respond, in a babyish voice Johnny said, "C...Cody...hit me!" through his sobs.
I immediately heard gasps from the nannies (and even some of the kids) across the room. As Johnny's nanny comforted him, the nanny near me became furious. She looked down at me and yelled "HOW DARE YOU!" With that, she grabbed my right ear with one of her hands and started to drag me towards the door.
I don't know if you've ever been dragged by your ear, but I hadn't, and let me tell you, the pain is horrible (I almost would have preferred a shock). Plus there was the fact that I couldn't stand, so I was basically being dragged on my knees. I was too overwhelmed with shock by the whole situation that I only managed to whine a bit and go along with her. As she pulled me out of the room, I noticed that all the nannies and most of the kids were looking at me with scowls. I glanced over at Johnny. His head was over his nanny's shoulder, and her back was towards me, so I could see his face. His cries were now merely whimpers, but his face wasn't sad anymore; in fact, he was looking right at me with a devilish grin.
Once I had been led out of the nursery, the nanny let go of my ear and harshly picked me up and put me in her arms. As she carried me down the hall, she held me tightly (it wasn't just securely like they normally carried me; this was forcefully out of anger). She even gave me a few forceful shakes, stared down at me in anger and said, "You miserable little brat! I've seen a lot of wretched little creatures come through here, but you're the nastiest one yet!"
Even though these words made me feel horrible (you don't know what it was like to look into her face...it was terrifying), although a part of me was just shocked because this was the first time I had heard a nanny talk to me (or any kid) in such a tone. Even when I had been punished, there was a sense of love about them. I hadn't thought they were capable of being so...mean.
As she continued to walk, she said, "I'm going to take you to one of our assistant directors, Dr. McPherson. He'll know what to do with your filthy little carcass."
After she walked for a few more seconds, she came up to a door and stopped. She gave it a few quick knocks, and I heard an oddly familiar voice say, "Just a minute." It seemed like the person was on the phone. After about a minute, I heard the voice say, "Come in." I knew I had heard the voice before, but I just couldn't place it.
Once the nanny opened the door, I gasped when I recognized who the voice had belonged to. Sitting at a large desk (which had a little chair in front of it, facing it) sat the slick haired, greasy mustached man who I had first met when I arrived here. He was wearing another one of those leather outfits, although this time it was a dark red (I still don't know why he wore them...what a freak).
The nanny walked in and forcefully threw me onto the little chair. She then quickly strapped my wrists to its armrests and then grabbed my feet and did the same with my legs to the bottom of the chair (it was attached to the floor so I couldn't move). She didn't put anything in my mouth.
It took the leather suit guy, Dr. McPherson I guessed, a few seconds to recognize me. Once he did, a devious smile spread across his face, and he looked at me and said, "So, Mr. Stephens, we meet again..." He then gave this shrill laugh that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
"So," he said, looking at both me and the nanny with the same smile. "What appears to be the problem here?"
Before I could say anything, the nanny broke in and said, "Cody here attacked one of the other children!"
The smile across McPherson's face quickly snapped into a frown, and he suddenly stood up and looked at me intently.
"Is this true?!" he demanded of me.
I was really nervous, so I had trouble getting my voice to go. Technically, I hadn't actually hit Johnny, so I nervously said, "N...no, I didn't..."
But the nanny once again interrupted me.
"Don't lie, you evil little troll!" she yelled. "I saw you myself! You were kneeling over him, holding him to the ground! Plus Johnny told us that you hit him!"
As she spoke, McPherson stormed over towards me and got right in front of me.
I began to say, "That's not true..." but I was cut off my McPherson giving me a hard slap across the face.
"Insolent boy!" he said angrily. "I hope you understand that I have no reason whatsoever to believe you. I trust our workers here far more than your filthy mouth that has told countless lies in the past. I know how you little cretins work, I've dealt with many of you in the past."
"And why would we ever take your word over Johnny's?" the nanny added. "I admit Johnny was a very, very, difficult one to train, but now he's one the sweetest babies we've ever had!"
I was so pissed at Johnny that I blew his cover.
"That's not true!" I responded. "He's not a baby! He's just been acting like one, he's fooling all of you..."
My words didn't accomplish anything, though, because I was cut off again by another angry slap by McPherson. "Shut up, you nasty little liar! You just don't know when to stop, do you?"
He then turned and walked slowly back towards his desk. While he walked, he started talking again.
"We have seen many horrible little boys come through our wonderful program here, Mr. Stephens."
As much as I hated this prick, I have to admit that it felt very nice to have someone refer to me as something other than "Cody" or "the baby"
It didn't last though, because he then added, "Or should I say, Cody. We have dealt with the worst delinquent little brats that this area has to offer, and we have successfully re-programmed them to be what they should, good little babies and boys. But never, and I mean, never, in the ten years of this program, has one of them had the complete nerve to actually strike another one of the children so maliciously.
"Unless you're too stupid to notice, Johnny is nothing more than a two year old in an older body. He's completely harmless and good-natured, and like you've heard, he's one of the best behaved children that we have here. But YOU have the pure audacity to strike this child for no reason at all! What did he do to you, offer you a toy? Ask you to play with him? And you not only strike this innocent child, but then you invent some off the wall story to try to make up for it!"
He walked over towards me, said "You utterly disgust me, Cody,", and then he spat on me.
This got rid of all the fright and nervousness I had, and it turned to pure anger. After wiping off his spit on my shoulder with my face, I violently tried to struggle, but I couldn't do anything. Frustrated, I yelled out, "Yeah, fuck you and this gay ass program!"
I of course got shocked, but not before I completed the statement. I was so enraged that I didn't care.
But McPherson just smiled. "Yes, that's right, use your filthy language to try to insult me, that's all you know how to do, isn't it? It doesn't matter; you may think you're "tough", Cody, but you'll learn, no matter how long it takes.
"You see, Cody, don't get a false impression of our program. Most nasty little boys who come here believe that they are being turned back into babies. But in reality, that's not the case. All this program does is show you little brats what you truly are, and treats you like it.
"Because that's all that you are, Cody; a baby. You always have to have your way. It's all about doing what YOU want, not doing what older, wiser, people tell you to. They only help you to do what's best for you, and what do you do? You ignore their rules and follow your own, having no appreciation for them.
"You children are just like babies. Mommies and Daddies spend countless hours taking care of a baby; feeding it, bathing it, dressing it, changing it, comforting it. And what does the baby repay the parents by doing? It cries in the middle of the night, spits up on them, causes problems in public, and has messy diapers that need changing. It is in all ways selfish because it doesn't know any better and can't help it.
"You are just the same way. Your parents, teachers, and other authority figures do everything for you, and how do you repay them? By making their lives miserable, causing problems for no reason. You are just a selfish little baby who doesn't understand that others are only taking care of you and doing what's best for you. So this program doesn't turn you into a baby; it just treats you the way that you already are."
I resented everything this fucking bastard had to say. He didn't understand a damn thing about my previous life. And he had no right to say anything about who I was, why I was here, or how I should be treated.
But in the back of my mind, a tiny little voice was gnawing at the back of my head; it was saying that he was right, and I was just a selfish little brat, a baby who constantly hassles those who try to take care of me.
But I pushed the little voice completely out of my head and ignored it while McPherson continued to talk.
"But given that you have already committed this offense on poor Johnny, we are now faced with the dilemma of what to do with you. After all, we have never had a boy so wretched that has done something like this before..."
The nanny once again broke in, "May I suggest lashings, sir?"
Before I could process this, McPherson said, "As much joy as I would get out of beating this little waste of human skin, he doesn't appear to be the type that pain seems to affect the most. From what I hear he has quite a rebelliousness to his shocks, so I don't thing anything involving physical pain is serious enough to deal with his actions."
"Perhaps," the nanny began. "An enema, then?"
I gave a nervous gulp of fear. McPherson gave that shrill laugh again and said, "I do think that this idea would help straighten out our naughty little baby here, but as you know, we have not had the equipment necessary to administer the punishment for quite some time. Besides, many parents have complained about this treatment...although I haven't the faintest clue as to why."
After he thought for a few minutes, he said, "Well, I do believe we'll go with the standard punishment."
The nanny snorted and said, "Do you really think punishment level 3 is enough to discipline Cody for what he has done?" she asked.
"No, I don't," he remarked. "That is why he will receive punishment levels 3, 4, and 5 within a three day period."
The nanny gasped in disbelief. Considering her relentless suggestion of punishments, this frightened me more than anything that had happened so far.
"Do you really think he'll be able to handle all three in such a short period of time?" she asked.
"Well, there is the tiny risk of him going insane, I suppose," McPherson responded. "But I think Cody does not have enough guts to make it through all three without surrendering to his babyhood, anyway. From what I'm told, he's already found quite a fondness for a certain 'teddy bear'."
I was irritated and shocked that he knew about Timmy, but more bothered by his suggestion of punishment.
"It's final," he said. "Starting tomorrow, Cody will be punished accordingly. I hope you're ready to leave this place, Cody."
I was filled with a sudden hope. Did this mean that I was done here at this stupid program? No matter what punishment levels 3, 4 and 5 were, if they meant I could take off this stupid diaper and get out of here to be punished, I didn't care what they were.
I couldn't contain my hope, so I blurted out, "You mean I actually get to leave here and not be treated like a baby anymore?!"
He looked at me for a second, and both he and the nanny burst into laughter. Once they were done, he said, "No, you idiot boy! How stupid are you? I don't want to spoil the fun for you, so I'll just say that tomorrow, the nannies and the other children won't be the only ones who get to see you in diapers." He then added another shrill laugh.
"I think that will do it," he said as he turned back to some papers on his desk. "Get this little piece of filth out of my sight," he added without looking up.
Before the nanny came over to untie me, my stomach gave a rumble. I had been hungry almost since the moment I had been taken to this room. Without even getting a chance to think, I let out a babyish howl; just like when I was wet, it came out by instinct.
I soon caught myself and stopped; but the damage had already been done.
"Oh, it looks like it's time for Cody to have his ba-ba," the nanny said. Turning to McPherson she asked, "Should I feed him, or make him stay hungry until tomorrow?"
Looking up and smiling, he simply said, "Let the baby have his bottle. But afterwards, I do want you to tie him down in his crib until tomorrow morning. He needs some alone time to think about what he did to poor Johnny."
I was angry enough to try to resist and fight as the nanny untied me. Getting fed up with me, she gave me a five minute shock, which made my body limp enough for her to easily pick me up and carry me out of the room.
Before she carried me out the door, McPherson spoke, "Oh, and one more thing. Since Cody still appears to be a little troublesome, don't change his diaper until tomorrow morning. Maybe staying in his filth will make him realize how much he has in common with it."
It was kind of weird; once the nanny took me out of McPherson's office, her treatment of me completely changed. Instead of treating me with hate and disgust, she reverted back to acting just like I was a baby. Her grip on me was still firm, but not hostile like it had been before. And I didn't have the impression that she was mad at me anymore.
She took me back to a nursery, although it was a different one than the one I had been going to. Until now they had always taken me back to the same one; I didn't know why, or why she chose a different one this time. I guess after all of the drama that had just gone down in the other one she didn't want to spark up any more problems.
It's not like the new nursery was much different; except for the color of the carpet, which was pink, it looked exactly the same as the other one. There were a lot of kids here that I hadn't seen yet, but they acted just like the other ones, except for the fact that it seemed like more of them were walking rather than crawling. I began to wonder how they organized the different nurseries, and whether or not each one had an individual purpose.
I didn't have much time to think; I was hungry, and the nanny quickly took me over to a rocking chair and started to feed me a bottle. Given my current mental state, you'd think I would have fought against her. I didn't for two reasons; (A) I was already in a lot of trouble and I didn't want to make it worse, and (B) I was famished, and a bottle didn't sound too bad.
I kept Johnny's old advice in my mind while I sucked on the bottle; I didn't let the belittling of nursing from a baby bottle get to me. I was still pissed at him, so I resentfully followed his advice.
Once I was done, I guess this nanny had other business to attend to, because she handed me over to a new nanny. The new nanny asked, "What's this little fella's name?" The first nanny told her that I was Cody, and after instructing the new one that I needed to be kept in a crib until the next morning with no diaper changes, the first nanny left.
The new nanny smiled at me, and said, "Cody, huh?" She then carried me out of nursery and down the hall.
For some reason there seemed to be something different about this nanny. She carried me very gently, and she didn't constantly harass me with baby talk like the other nannies always did. I noticed this and it made me feel better. I immediately took a closer look at her.
She was pretty young; she looked like she was in her early to mid-twenties. She was very beautiful, and had a slim body that also had a little muscle on it. She had light brown hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. She was wearing a pink sweater and jeans, and she smelt nice. All of these things combined to make me feel happy to be in her arms. She made me feel...safe.
After she carried me down the hall a little bit, she turned and walked through a door. I expected us to go into another crib room; but instead, we were in a tiny little room that contained nothing but a flat little table and a small cabinet.
She laid me down onto the table, which I noticed probably wasn't a changing table because it had nothing to strap me down with. I was only wearing a shirt and a diaper, so I was surprised when she took off of my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper.
As she did so, she said, "I'm not going to strap you down, but if you move, I will shock you, ok?" I was surprised at her tone; she talked to me like I was fourteen, not a baby.
I began to speak, but as I did, she took the pacifier that was pinned to my shirt and shoved it into my mouth. "Don't talk," she said. "Just listen."
I did as she said as I watched her reach into the cabinet. She pulled out this little tube, which she then used to squirt this paste into her hand. I was shocked when she started rubbing the paste all over my newly shaved pelvic area.
As she did so, she said, "I'm told you're not going to get a diaper change in a while. Since that's the case, you're going to get a bad rash, which I'm sure is part of your punishment. However, this cream will prevent that from happening."
She proceeded to put some more of the cream on my ass. Once she did so, she wiped off her hands and put my diaper back on me. After sliding my plastic pants back on over it, she spoke again.
"I don't have the time to explain anything right now...this is one of the few places that they're not watching us, and I'm not supposed to have you in here, so we have to leave now. But before we do, listen to me: One day this will all be over. Until then, be strong; fight the decoding process, don't give in to it."
I could hardly believe my ears as she picked me back up and carried me out of the room.
As we went down the hall, I had the urge to speak or try to get out of her arms, knowing that she was different than all of the other nannies. As I spit out my pacifier, she quickly put it back in my mouth and hurriedly whispered, "No! Not now, you'll surely be caught and be in more trouble. For now, just keep your mind right."
As much as I didn't want to, I just stayed silent and sucked on my pacifier. She took me into a crib room and strapped me in, finally strapping my pacifier around my head. Before she left, I saw her turn around and grab something; to my great surprise and delight, it was Timmy! She tucked him in with me, smiled and whispered, "The other nannies told me you liked this little guy. Here you go!"
I couldn't really grab him, but I was filled with joy as she put him down next to me. Before she left, she whispered, "I'm Tammy, by the way." With that, she turned and left.
I was completely awestruck. I had no idea who this Tammy woman was, but she was obviously different than the other nannies. What was she up to? Not only did she not treat me like a baby, she defied McPherson my putting that cream on me, and she even told me to fight the decoding process. What was going on here?
Even though I felt much happier knowing that someone was on my side, a nervous thought entered my head; what if this was a trick? What if the other nanny had sent Tammy to me to make me trust her, and then Tammy would use that trust to decode me even more? After all, she had given me Timmy, right?
Not knowing what to think about the whole situation, I decided to just relax, which eventually led to me falling asleep. I slept for a few hours, and when I woke up, I was wet and hungry. Luckily, a nanny came in (not Tammy), and without bothering to untie my wrists or legs, gave me a bottle while I was still in my crib (she took out the pacifier, of course). However, she didn't change my diaper, and I was forced to lie there in the cold dampness of my piss.
A few more hours passed before I could fall asleep again. In that time I ended up shitting my diaper, and I was getting really sick of the smell and the feel of it all over my ass and crotch area.
During this time all kinds of thoughts swam through my head; my anger at Johnny and McPherson, my nervousness about my punishment the next day, my confusion as to who Tammy was, my self-pity for the state I was in, my happiness that I had Timmy with me, and the discomfort of my nasty diaper to name a few. Eventually, however, I fell asleep for the night.
I awoke the next morning to sunlight once again coming in through a window in the crib room. Two things struck me almost immediately. Firstly, there was the horrid feel (and smell) of my wet and dirty diaper. It apparently did its job and held everything in it; however, this also meant that I had to deal with it pressed up against my skin, and it had been there long enough to really start stinking a good bit. It almost made me gag.
The second thing I noticed was that I was alone. There were no other kids in any of the other cribs. This was awkward, but I didn't think much of it.
It wasn't long before a nanny came into the room. She had a smile on her face at first, but she soon turned her nose up in disgust. "Whoo!" she said. "We have a very smelly baby, don't we? Let's get baby Cody changed."
I was so relieved at this that I wasn't even bothered by the babyish talk. She untied me from the crib and took me to a changing table in the crib room; for some reason there was one in this particular crib room. The nanny thoroughly wiped and cleaned me when she changed me, and to be honest, for the first time I truly enjoyed the feeling of a clean diaper on me.
She then dressed me in a light blue and (gasp!) pink striped footed sleeper. This was the worst one yet, and again, it had that stupid "Baby Cody" label on it. I didn't complain, however; I knew it would just lead to more shocking.
After I was taken to a nursery and spoon-fed, uh, breakfast, surprisingly enough I was taken back to the crib room. It was very early for a nap, so I almost questioned the nanny why she was taking me back there. To make things even more odd, once I was strapped in, she didn't bother to put my pacifier in my mouth. Timmy was in the crib with me; it was the same one that I had slept in the night before. I lay there for a bit, trying to figure out what was going on.
The answer was soon revealed. As the nanny just looked down on me and smiled, two people entered the room. In fact, the two people who were responsible for me being here at all; the two people were my parents. I felt a mix of emotions. Part of me was horrified and embarrassed to have my parents see me like this. Part of me was pissed at them for putting me here. But another part of me was just relieved to see them, in the hopes that maybe they would let me leave.
As they walked in, I noticed the looks on their faces. My mom looked extremely happy; she had a huge grin on her face, and she looked excited. My dad just had a somewhat satisfied smile on his face.
Before I could say anything, my mom said, "Cody, I'm so happy to see you!"
I didn't even notice the fact that she called me Cody, not Luke. Before I could think, I said, "I'm happy to see you guys too!"
I suddenly realized that this was my chance to get out of here, and my hope overtook me. "Mom, do you see what they've done to me here?! Come on, tell them to get me out of here! They make me sleep in a crib, suck pacifiers, drink baby bottles, wear diapers..."
"You wear diapers?" my dad asked. As I nodded, he just burst out into laughter. He found the idea hilarious!
My mom just continued to smile. "Honey, now think, why would we want to get you out of here?"
I was suddenly filled with a new sense of terror. "But mom," I said nervously. "I can't stay here any longer! They treat me just like a baby! This isn't right! You've got to help me..."
"But you see, honey," my mom said. "We are helping you. When you're done, you will be a good little boy!"
"Mom," I began, as anxiety started to take over. "No! You've got to get me out..."
"Just shut up for a second," my dad said.
"Honey, this really is the best thing for you," my mom said. "One day you'll thank us. Besides," she said with a smile. "You look so adorable! I always wished I could get back my sweet little baby Cody! And now I have him back! Just look at you! You're wearing a cute little sleeper, you have your little blankie, you have your paci pinned so you can suck on it, you get your fed your ba-bas, and you even have to have your didees changed!"
"And look," my dad added. "You even sleep with that teddy bear! I guess you really were a little wussy after all! You're finally in a place you belong!"
Tears began to fill my eyes as I realized that even my own parents wanted me to be a baby. My mom came over and said, "Don't cry, sweetie, it's ok. If you want your teddy, that's fine. Babies need their teddy bears..."
"I'm not a baby!" I screamed in rage. "My name's not Cody! Get me out of here!" I added as I struggled violently.
"Looks like our baby is a little fussy!" said the nanny who was still in the room. "I think he needs his paci and should be rocked to sleep!"
"Allow me!" my mom said. "He is my baby, after all."
As I tried to resist my own mother, she stuck my pacifier in my mouth and tied it around my head. The three of them worked together to untie me, and once they did, my mom carried me out of the crib room and into the nursery. My dad decided to leave; after thanking the nanny for what she had been doing to take care of me, he said he needed to go to work and he left.
I tried as hard as I could to escape, but like the nannies, my mom was too strong for me.
After the three of them took me over to a rocking chair, my mom said, "I think Cody wants his ba-ba. I'll feed him; it will be just like I used to fourteen years ago."
As she took a baby bottle and tried to put it in my mouth, I didn't let her. She then said, "Cody, you drink your bottle, or I will have to spank you!"
Horrified at the idea that I would be spanked by my own mother, I consented to the bottle. I couldn't believe here I was, fourteen years old and being fed a baby-bottle by my mom! As I nursed from it, my mom told the nannies stories about how when I was a baby I used to cry and cry until she gave me a bottle and burped me.
To make matters that much worse, as I drank it, I wet my diaper! After I finished the bottle, my mom knew that I was wet and said, "Awww, looks like the baby needs a diaper change! Maybe it's been a long time since I've changed your diapers, Cody, but I haven't forgotten how!"
"No...no!" I said. I was utterly horrified by my mom changing my diaper.
"Wait a second," the nanny said. "I think someone else can help us with that."
I thought there was no way things could have gotten any worse; but I was wrong. As I looked towards the door, of the nursery, my latest ex-girlfriend, Vicky, came in through the door.
We hadn't had the best relationship. Even though we were both only fourteen, I had often yelled at her when she did little things to irritate me, and I had cheated on her many times. When she finally found out, she dumped me, but soon after I had sex with her best friend, so I wasn't bothered by it.
But now here she was, with a huge smile across her face. As she approached us, she said, "Well, well, well, the big bad Luke is now being treated just like what he is, a big baby!"
As my mom held me tightly in place, Vicky leaned over, pinched my cheek and said, "Cutchie cutchie coo, little baby! Aren't you so cute? I have to admit, Cody," she said, reading what was on my sleeper. "I like you much better as a baby."
I felt deep hatred towards her, but also defeat at the helplessness of my situation.
The nanny then said, "Vicky, you're just in time! Cody here has a wet diaper!"
Vicky just let out a laugh and said, "That's just classic! Luke, the boy who used to think he was the king of the world, needs a diaper change! Well, Cody, I've baby-sat a lot of babies in my time, so I think I can help you out! One clean diaper coming right up!"
I once again started crying as the three of them carried me over to a changing table. This just couldn't be happening! They strapped me down, and the nanny and my mom held my legs and arms in place as Vicky began to unfasten the bottom of my sleeper.
As she took off my plastic pants and unpinned my diaper, she said, "You sure are a heavy wetter, Cody! You really went pee pee in your diapy!" She just laughed and merrily hummed as she removed the diaper and used a baby wipe to clean my pubic area.
After remarking on my shaven state, she took some baby powder and powdered my ass. After doing the same to my front, she took out a new diaper.
Then something funny happened; as she unfolded it and put it underneath me, my vision started to become blurry. I guess it was just my emotional state overtaking me, but I felt like I was about to pass out. As Vicky continued to smile at me, everything began to slowly and slowly fade away...
I again woke up. I was back in my crib, with Timmy next to me, and I immediately noticed that I had a very wet and messy diaper. A pacifier was strapped around my head, and I noticed that I was only wearing a diaper and a T-shirt. I once again noticed that sunlight was coming in through the window, and I could tell it was early morning...
After noticing the other kids in the room, I realized that I had been dreaming. After gathering my thoughts, I realized that I did have the encounter with Tammy, and yes, my diaper hadn't been changed since McPherson had ordered it not to be, but to my great relief, neither my parents nor Vicky had ever come here. After I sighed around my pacifier, I felt happy that at least my life had not been complete hell.
Soon after, a nanny came in. After untying me, and changing my severely nasty diaper, she said, "Ok, Cody, let's get you fed and cleaned up. You have a big day ahead of you!"
I remembered that I still had punishment level 3 to go through today. I was still relieved that the encounter with my parents and Vicky had been a dream, but if I had known what was ahead of me, I probably would have wished that that encounter had been the real punishment.
My morning routine was actually just about the same as it always was; I was bathed, dressed (in overalls), spoon fed, and left to play for a few hours. However, after about an hour of being left in the nursery, a nanny came in, picked me up, and put me on a changing table.
I didn't need a diaper change; she just put me up there so that she could put a type of clothing on me that I hadn't worn since I had been here; shoes. They actually weren't all that bad; true, they did have Sesame Street designs on them, and they were Velcro, but compared to a diaper and overalls, the shoes weren't that embarrassing.
Afterwards, the nanny carried me out of the nursery and down the hall to a little room next to main door. I really saw no point in resisting her as she carried me down the hall; I knew it would just lead to shocks and more trouble.
This changed once we got into the room. This was because of what I saw; a STROLLER. This was no ordinary baby stroller; ok, the design was the same, what with the padded seat, wheels, and the overtop cover thing, not to mention the fact that the whole thing was light blue. But I could tell that just like all the other furniture at this place, the seat was big enough for, you guessed who, me.
Upon seeing the hellish transportation device, I burst into panic and yelled, "No...no...no!" I violently tried to get out of the arms of my nanny. But she held me tight, walked over to the stroller, and struggled to push me into the seat of the stroller.
Despite her strength, I managed to prevent her from doing so; no matter how much she pushed, I managed to keep myself from being put into the seat.
You can probably see where this shit is going. After a few more seconds of resistance, the nanny got frustrated with me, and just like before, she shocked me (for a good five minutes). After the horrible pain, my body went limp again, and she had no trouble sitting me down in the seat of the stroller.
I just weakly pleaded with her to stop, saying, "No...please...anything but this..."
But she just continued to work, muttering that I had brought it upon myself. Once my body was in the seat, she pulled down a soft bar that went over my waist, and pulled up another one that went between my legs. They clicked together and locked; it was just like a baby who is gets pushed in a stroller. Well, with one major exception; my arms were also pinned down by the bar, so I couldn't move them either.
As I was trapped into the stroller, I did manage to make some resistance...I was able to lift my arms a couple of inches, trying to stop the nanny. But it was pointless; my efforts were futile, and I was now snugly strapped into the evil device.
Have you ever been to an amusement park and rode a ride that goes upside-down? You know how those bars tightly fit over your waste to keep you strapped in so that you don't fall out? Well, that's how this was, with two exceptions; one, my arms were also strapped down, and two, the "bars" holding me in were really soft, yet firm.
Even though it didn't matter, I had to admit the stroller was kinda comfortable. I was sitting upright, with my feet out at a slight angle. And the seat against my back and butt was soft, like a nice easy chair. Yet somehow my comfort didn't give me any comfort.
With my body still limp, the nanny took my pacifier and once again strapped it around my head. She also took a baby blanket and draped it over my body, tucking it in at the bottom near my feet and near my shoulders as well, so it wouldn't fall off. The good thing was that this hid my overalls; the bad news was that it was a babyish, puffy blanket that had little moons and ducks all over it. I saw the nanny throw a bag with baby patterns on it over her shoulder, and then she went out of my view. I knew that she was behind me because a few seconds later I felt myself and the stroller being pushed.
The nanny proceeded to push me out of the room and then through the large door leading out of this hellhole. It was a weird sensation, being pushed around like this. I wondered why the nanny didn't struggle to get me to move, but then I remembered that my collar made me super light.
As we went outside, I got my first good look of the area surrounding the building. It had been so rainy when I had arrived that I didn't notice anything, and when I tried to escape I never got a good look at the outside. But now, it was a beautifully perfect spring morning. The sun was shining brightly, the sky was blue, and the air felt great. Too fucking bad I couldn't enjoy the weather. But even with my body still recovering from the shock, I had a good view of what was around the building as the nanny followed a pathway leading around it, and I decided to study the area.
Strangely enough there wasn't much to see around three sides of the building. There was a pretty large field surrounding the building itself, with well kept, picture perfect grass. Beyond that, on two sides, there was a pretty thick forest. On a third side, the grass just extended to an even larger field.
However, the nanny pushed me along the pathway that extended out to the fourth side. This side was not barren; in fact, the first thing I saw was a street. Beyond that, I saw that the area was a mix between a suburb and an urban area. There were houses, apartments, and other buildings fairly close together with streets and sidewalks surrounding all of them. However, there was also grass and small trees in between them as well. I suddenly came to the realization that I didn't know where we were, only that it was about two hours away from my house (since that's how long the bus ride had been).
And then it hit me; judging by the cars driving through the streets and the people walking along the sidewalks, I realized that I was going to be "strolled" out in the open, where all these people could see me in my baby-like state.
The shock of this had a direct effect on me, and I immediately got a jolt of panic. This managed to bring my body out of its limp state as adrenaline filled my body. I struggled violently in the stroller, hoping that if nothing else I could get it to tip over. But I was tightly locked in; no part of the stroller even budged, and the nanny just kept on pushing me right along, getting closer and closer to the main street.
I became more and more panicked as the images of cars and people became clearer and clearer. As beads of sweat formed over my head, I struggled even more, but only managed to wear myself out. Feeling helpless, I only managed to softly moan as we inevitably reached the street.
After waiting for the stoplight to change, the nanny pushed me across the street. I could turn my head, but I had no desire to look at the people in the stopped cars, so I just merely stared forward as we approached the other side. I found myself on a sidewalk with various buildings beside it. The nanny continued to push me along the sidewalk into the town, taking turns every now and then.
She wasn't in a hurry; I don't know if she just didn't care, or if she deliberately went slow just to soak in people's reactions.
There were quite a few people out on the sidewalks, some walking, some standing outside shops or houses just talking. As much as I didn't want to, I found myself looking at people as they reacted to my situation. The streets weren't really crowded, but we definitely passed someone at least every ten seconds.
I honestly expected everyone to jump in extreme shock; I mean, that's what I would have done if I saw a woman pushing a teenager in a stroller with a pacifier in his mouth and a baby blanket over him. I even thought (and hoped) that someone would run over and ask the nanny what the hell was going on.
But not only did no one cause a scene, ask questions, or yell out in surprise, no one looked the slightest bit shocked to see me like this. Nobody even gave me or the nanny any weird looks.
To my great relief, most people didn't even give me a second look; they just went about with their business as usual. You'd have thought that I was an actual baby being pushed by my mother.
Well, almost. There were some exceptions. As we went passed a few boys playing on the sidewalk (they looked about ten), they stopped playing and looked at me for a second, trying to get a closer look. Once they realized I wasn't an actual baby (I wondered why the idiots didn't realize it at first because of the huge stroller), they pointed at me and laughed, whispering things to one another as I was pushed past them. I felt my cheeks go red, and I desperately wished that I could escape and pound them; that would shut them up. But I couldn't, I just had to sit there and take their laughter.
There were many such cases as this, especially with boys. However, they were not the only ones to respond.
Some people, especially women would smile at me as we walked past. Some gave me babyish waves. Some let out choruses of "awwws". But the worst was when they stopped us.
After initially saying something like, "My what a beautiful baby!" or "Isn't he just the cutest little thing!", these people would been down in front of me and stare. The nanny would stop the stroller and answer the questions that were asked, such as "What's his name?" or "How long have you had him?" Then they would continue to smile at me, often pinching my cheek, commenting on my blanket, telling me how adorable I was, or just talking nonsense baby-talk to me. One even said "I wish I could take him home and make him my little baby!"
I really had no choice but to sit there and take it, with my cheeks burning and my temper flaring. I tried to cuss out one of them, but my pacifier made it sound like I was just making babyish gurgle. This led one woman to say, "My my, he's fussy. Have you checked his diaper?" I decided from then on just to not do anything, hoping to resist any more embarrassing comments.
Thankfully, I managed to keep in my tears; this was good not only for my own pride's sake, but if I cried, I just knew that someone would really act like I was a baby and that I needed to be fed or changed or something.
As we moved on, I wondered what the hell was wrong with everybody. Except for the kids, they acted just like I was a real baby. Was this town just as fucked up as the program that I was in? This only made me feel worse, so I decided not to think about it.
Soon I got a ray of hope; as we kept going I saw a policeman on a street corner. For the first time in my life I was glad to see a cop. Surely he'd put an end to this, arrest the stupid bitch pushing me, and bust me out of the fucking program.
But to my horror, as we came upon him, he looked over, smiled at the nanny, tipped his hat and said, "Good day, ma'am."
After the nanny responded, he leaned closer to me, smiled, and said, "Who's this little fella?"
"This is Cody," she said. "We decided it would be good for Cody to get some fresh air and show everyone what a cute baby he is. Everyone we've seen so far finds him absolutely adorable!"
"Well, he is a cute little tyke," the man said. He chuckled and reached out to lightly grab my chin. I would have bit him damn fingers off if I didn't have the pacifier in my mouth. After patting my cheek lightly, he said, "Now you be a good boy for your mommy, you hear?" It was funny how he said this; it was still like I was a real baby and all this meant was that I shouldn't cry or something like that.
As we left him, I began to get really bothered, realizing that I really did have no hope. But once again, Johnny's advice echoed through my head. I knew the only way I could fight the decoding (and the possibility of insanity) was to stay calm and not let all of this get to me. As I took a few deep breaths through my nose, I began to make myself relax.
Now that I was used to the whole thing, this wasn't so bad. Have you ever had something embarrassing happen to you in public? At first, you're like "Oh god, this is so embarrassing to have everyone see me." But then you're like "Wait, I'm not ever going to see any of these people again, so why does it matter if they see me?" That's the way I began to feel. Even the snotty kids didn't bother me since I knew that I didn't know them and that I wouldn't have to deal with them again.
After I managed not to let a few more encounters with some stupid women get to me, I was feeling pretty good. This was punishment level 3, and I was taking it pretty well. The nanny would probably just take me around town a little more, and at the very worst, we'd stop in a restaurant and she'd spoon feed me or something. That wouldn't be so bad, and soon the day would be over. And that would be one punishment down.
My hopes were shattered soon afterward, however. The nanny stopped in front of an open gate with a series of buildings next to each other and said, "Ok, Cody, here we are, where you're going to have some real fun!" I looked up and became mortified as I read a sign that said, "St. John's Catholic Boarding School for Young Ladies".
My nerves suddenly shot through the roof. This wasn't just random people seeing me in a stroller; the nanny had taken me here for a purpose and obviously something was going to go down. And with a bunch of girls to make matters worse!
As the nanny pushed me through the open gate, I noticed we were on a brick pathway. The "campus" looked sort of nice; there was grass, trees, and about fifteen brick buildings scattered about.
As we continued along the pathway, I noticed a group of girls at a picnic table having lunch. As we drew closer, one of them spotted me and the nanny, and I saw her say something to the group of girls (there were about ten of them). They all looked over at me and began to point and talk excitedly. Soon after, they got up and started running towards me. My body tensed up with a new level of nerves, and I felt my heart pound faster. I struggled as hard as I could to escape the stroller, but it was no use. I thought in my head 'Please! Just get me out of here! I'll do anything, just turn around!' But of course I couldn't say any of this, and even if I had been able to, it wouldn't have made any difference.
As I felt my nerves burst through the roof, I started to sweat again, and I saw the group of girls stand in front of the stroller.
They all looked about my age, maybe slightly younger. They were all very hot, with nice, slim bodies. They were all white, but their hair colors varied. They were all wearing the same outfit; white button-up shirts, black skirts that were pretty short, and white socks that were pulled up.
I had always had a thing for girls in Catholic school girl outfits, and before I would have given anything to be surrounded by these ten pretty girls. But given my current situation, my heavenly fantasy was complete hell, and I wished so badly that I could just disappear into thin air.
The girls just completely surrounded me, and a flood of giggles and voices filled the air. They immediately started saying "Awwww", asking the nanny about me, and remarking how cute I was. But this was different than the women in the street. Not only were there ten of them, but because of their laughter and the tone of their voices, it was obvious that they knew that I wasn't really a baby. The women in the street could have fooled me; they acted exactly like they would have if they saw a real baby. But these girls had such a sarcasm that I knew they were perfectly aware of my real age. However, this didn't stop them from having a good time with me.
I heard them say things like:
"Oh he's the cutest baby I've ever seen!"
"Look at his little blankie!"
"And he's sucking a pacifier, just like a baby!"
"Does he wear diapers! Ha ha, maybe he needs a change!"
"I want to give him a bottle!"
Each comment brought on more laughter and whispering among each other. I hoped the nanny would try to fend them off, but she was almost encouraging them, saying, "Oh yes, baby Cody loves his blankie and his paci, and yes, he does need his diapers and his bottle! He is just a baby, after all!"
After more laughter, the girls became more excited and continued to hassle me. I continued to sweat and blush a deep red as they messed with the blanket, pinched my cheek, and looked me in the eye as they cooed and baby-talked me. It was a weird combination of the way they would treat a real baby and the way they would treat a teenage boy who they liked making fun of.
I couldn't hold it in any more, and my eyes started tearing up again. I tried to yell around the pacifier, but it only made muffled sounds that basically sounded like gibberish. The sight of my tears brought on even more laughter and babyish talk, resulting in such lines as:
"Aww, poor wittle baby!"
"Why is da baby cwying?"
"Does he need his diaper changed?"
After more giggling, to my relief, I heard a woman's voice say, "Ok, girls, lunch is over!"
After babyishly waving bye to me, the girls left. I felt a combination of shame, embarrassment and anger. These girls, who I was old enough to take out on a date or even fuck, were treating me just like a baby, and even though I felt like punching them all in the face, I was helpless.
The nanny continued to push me along the pathway as my tears dried up. The only thing I could think to tell myself was what Johnny had told me about staying calm. It was extremely difficult, but I managed to basically get over what had just happened.
My day apparently wasn't over, though, because I was then pushed into one of the buildings. After the nanny pushed me down a hall that we were in, she came up to a door and stopped. She knocked on the door, and I heard footsteps come over to the door.
As the door opened, a saw another woman who was wearing a long blue dress. She looked to be about 40, and her brown hair had slightly turned gray. However, she wasn't really ugly, just average, really.
She looked at the nanny and said, "I was wondering when you'd get here! We've been waiting for you!"
Turning to me, a smile spread across her face (it looked genuine to me), and she said, "And look who we have here! Our special little guy! Oh, he really is adorable! Just look at his cute little face!"
Turning back to the nanny, she said, "Ok, bring him right in!"
As the nanny got behind me, she pushed the stroller into what I realized was a classroom. I saw about twenty more girls sitting behind desks that were lined up, and the woman, who I realized was the teacher, was standing behind a big desk at the front of the room, right next to a blackboard.
As I was pushed in, the talking that had been going on stopped, and immediately all of the girls in the classroom looked at me and started pointing, whispering, and giggling.
"Settle down, girls," said the teacher. As they quieted down, she said, "I'd like to introduce someone who is going to be helping us out a little bit. This is our new baby in the class. His name is Cody!"
As my cheeks started to burn again, I just helplessly looked at all of the faces that were smiling at me and trying to stifle more giggles. I once again tried to struggle, but yet again, it was useless.
"As you know, ladies," the teacher began again. "This class is called 'home economics'. And an important part of this course deals with childcare and raising children. We've already covered a lot about childcare, but only a little bit about taking care of babies. Knowing how to care for a baby is a very important part of motherhood, and over the next few weeks we will be covering important topics such as feeding, dressing, and bathing a baby. You will learn how to calm down a crying baby, what makes babies feel safe and secure, and safety rules for babies."
As she spoke, I felt a heavy feeling in my stomach. In utter horror, I realized that I had to shit. But I was trapped; I knew the only thing I could do was hold it until I was out of here.
"Now normally," the teacher continued. "We simply use plastic baby dolls to help teach you these skills. But you girls are very lucky. You get a real live baby to practice on!"
I became utterly terrified at her words, and between that and the feeling in my stomach, I felt like fainting.
'Stay calm,' I told myself.
It was at that point that a one of the girls asked a question. I got the impression that she was pretty ditzy.
"But wait a second," she said. "He's not a real baby, is he? He looks like he's our age!"
The teacher just laughed and said, "Laura, you silly girl, let me ask you this; how old are you?"
"Fourteen," she responded.
"So if Cody was your age, wouldn't he be fourteen?"
As Laura nodded her head, the teacher continued by saying, "Right. Now, tell me, do fourteen year olds need to be pushed around in strollers?"
Laura gave a nervous laugh and said, "No, of course not,"
"Right. And do they suck pacifiers?"
"And it's pretty obvious that Cody here is being pushed in a stroller and sucking a pacifier. Now, who does things like that?"
"Babies do," said a girl with a very irritating voice. "So Cody is a baby!"
"Correct, Molly!" said the teacher. "And therefore, Cody will be the baby that will help us out!"
This whole conversation was completely degrading, but I was kind of used to that by now, even if I did have to deal with the girls' gawking and giggling. I was more worried about what they were going to do to me, and of course, my need to shit was on my mind too.
The teacher then said, "Ok, class, let's all get up and meet Cody."
As all of the girls stood up and came closer to me, their reaction was similar to the girls outside; I could tell they knew I was really fourteen, but they seemed to get a real kick out of treating a fourteen year old, especially a boy, like a baby.
"Now, I know Cody is very cute," said the teacher. "And I know you all want to play with him and hold him, but let me warn you now that taking care of a baby is a lot of work. It is fun and very rewarding, but it's also hard work."
Unfortunately, as she said these words, my bowel muscles gave way. With complete horror I felt my diaper fill up with my soft shit, and the nastiness of it pressing up against my ass was disgusting.
Praying that no one would notice, I listened on as they spoke.
"Now if you'll notice," the teacher said. "Cody is sucking a pacifier. Babies often need something to suck on to make them content, so if you're putting a baby to bed or just need to calm down his crying, a pacifier can be useful. We better let Cody keep his because he might start to get fussy if we don't."
I was so nervous about my shit that this didn't even bother me. Unfortunately, I could now smell the nasty stench.
"Babies also need to be kept warm most of the time," the teacher said. "That's why you'll notice that Cody has a blanket..."
"Ewww!" one of the girls yelled. "What's that smell?"
Another one said, "It's horrible!"
"It smells like......poop!" said the annoying girl Molly.
As my cheeks burned with the hottest yet, the teacher just smiled and said, "Ah, I think someone has a dirty diaper!"
This caused an eruption of "Ewwwws" and laughter among the girls. As one of them said, "Ewwww, that's nasty!", the teacher said, "Ah ah ah, girls, you see, this is what I'm talking about. Babies look very cute, but remember, you have to deal with things like midnight crying and dirty diapers, too. And since it's come up, I think this is a wonderful opportunity for one of our first lessons: how to change a dirty diaper!"
I couldn't believe my ears; I reached a new level of panic as my heart pounded strongly in my chest. The mere thought of getting my diaper changed by the teacher with all of the girls watching was enough to make me start sweating again.
As the teacher walked over, she said, "Ok, let's get the our little stinker up on the changing table."
To my amazing relief, the nanny interjected and said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hoover, but I think Cody is very tired, and I must take him back to his crib. I'll change him by myself before I go."
"Oh, nonsense," Mrs. Hoover said. "It will be a good lesson for the girls."
"No, really, I must follow the rules," the nanny said.
Backing off, Mrs. Hoover said, "Oh, all right then. Ok, girls, say good-bye to baby Cody!"
As the girls giggled again and told me bye, the nanny wheeled me out of the room and into a bathroom. She laid my blanket down on the floor. Afterwards she said, "Listen, Cody, if you put up the slightest fight, I will carry you back into the classroom and let them change you. Then I will spank you in front of all of them. Do you understand?"
Terrified at her words, I agreed to comply. She took me out of the stroller and proceeded to change my shitty diaper, using the supplies from the bag that she had carried with her. Once she was done, she put me back in the stroller with the blanket over top of me.
As she rolled me out of the building and away from the school, she began to speak again.
"You know, Cody, you've made it through punishment level 3. However, because of the severity of what you did, tomorrow you have punishment level 4. And I'll just say that tomorrow, we will come back here, and tomorrow you will not be as lucky as you were today."
Deeply frightened by what she was talking about, I tried not to think about it as she rolled me back to the main building of the Reconstruction program. After what I had been through the small encounters in the street meant nothing. As we re-entered the building, I was still worried about the next day, but extremely relieved that punishment level 3 was over.