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I'm going to have to split this post in three; I think there's a limit to how long these can be.
This is taken longer than I thought; I got sick this week so couldn't write much. I'm posting an update so nobody forgets it though and I hope you all like this installment.
The students entered the school, all of them amazed by what they saw; they stood in a magnificent entrance hall, the walls coloured with soft, dark gold wallpaper. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the nightlights around the edges of the skirting board caused light to reflect off the golden outlines of pictures of teddy bears, alphabet blocks and other baby paraphernalia that beautifully adorned the walls. Ben’s fears and nervousness seemed to wash away, at least for the most part, as he stared at the room that was undoubtedly stylish, even fashionable, yet still retained its babyish qualities.
‘Incredible, ain’t it,’ said Marie, smiling at Ben. Ben nodded, still recovering from the shock of such an incredible sight. The students were spread out across the entrance hall, all gazing in awe of the magnificent room. In front of them all was a huge wooden door, about four times the size of any of the students. It was closed tight and had a colossal circular window in the middle of it, which was too high for any of them to see through. Even so, some of the students couldn’t help pointing at it, as colourful pink and green light glowed on its reflective surface, seemingly by magic.
After he felt he had taken in the walls as much as he could, Ben glanced around the rest of the hall. Although it was difficult to see with all of the other students in the way, Ben could make out a few doors leading off to other parts of the castle and, in the far corner, something that appeared to be a small cage. It was about a foot shorter than Ben but, he estimated, about the same width as the average bathroom. It looked quite old, with pale blue paint that once covered the cage now chipped and cracked in places. Inside the cage however, was something that made Ben’s heart sink. There were two boys and a girl, all in their late teens and in normal clothing but they were wearing mittens and had pacifiers taped into their mouths. The girl and one of the boys looked very angry, throwing tantrums and banging on the floor, unable to make much noise because of their mittens. The other boy was sitting in the corner of the cage, wiping his teary-eyes on his mittens. Could that happen to me too, thought Ben. Not wanting to take any risks, he took Marie by the arm and pointed her towards the cage. ‘Marie,’ he said, ‘please tell me that’s not going to happen to us.’
Marie smiled widely and even giggled. ‘Aw, Ben, you’re so naïve,’ she said, grinning at the look on Ben’s stupefied face, ‘you remember how I asked you whether you were being sent here as a punishment?’ Ben nodded. ‘Well,’ continued Marie, ‘those are just the ones being punished. Cooperate and you won’t end up in there. In fact, after our first day, you won’t end up in there even if you don’t stick to the rules. They’ll think up a much more suitable punishment for a baby. The Punishmentpen has a very limited use, which is why I think it’s so old and worn out.’
Surprisingly, Ben found himself laughing, which he had been far too nervous to do ever since he had got on the train. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘the what?!’
Marie grinned. ‘The Punishmentpen,’ she repeated, ‘you know, like a Playpen but for punishment instead. It has a roof and a padlock. And by the way, you have very nice teeth.’ Ben nervously smiled, rather ironically not showing off his teeth.
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After about a ten minute wait, the same attractive young woman who had guided them to the baby carriages outside entered the hall and walked to the front of the room. She looked a bit worn out and Ben briefly wondered what she had been doing while all of the students were waiting in the hall.
The woman reached the front of the room and somebody amongst the sea of people handed her a box to stand on, so everybody could see her. Everyone fell silent immediately and attentively looked at her. ‘Excuse me! Everyone, listen,’ she shouted, ‘I have to say something, could everyone be silent please? Thank you. Sorry I’ve kept all of you waiting in here. While all of you cutie-pies got to ride in baby carriages, I had to walk. Lucky you, huh?’ About half of the students in the room giggled, including Marie, but everyone else raised a smile at the most. ‘Anyway, I’d like to welcome all of you dearest darlings to the Pamela Purse School for Adult Babies. I know a lot of you are nervous right now but I’m sure all of you will fit in soon enough. A few weeks from now, you’ll all be playing together like good little babies.’ Most of the students appeared embarrassed but a few, again including Marie, looked as though there was nothing they wanted more.
‘Now, if all of you would-’
‘Oh no!’
Everyone looked to the east side of the hall, where there seemed to be a bit of a commotion. Everybody was backing away from one of the students. ‘I can’t believe this! My Mommy told me this would happen!’ Ben stood on his tiptoes to see what was happening. A blonde-haired boy was standing in the middle of a group of students, most of who were giggling and pointing at him, although a few looked disgusted. The boy looked very embarrassed and was desperately clutching onto the front of his trousers. Although Ben couldn’t see properly, he could make an educated guess that the boy had wet himself.
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The woman at the front of the hall manoeuvred her way through the students towards the boy, who had tears in his eyes. ‘Out of the way everybody,’ she said, ‘excuse me, let me through.’ When she reached the boy she put a comforting arm around him and led him away from the other students. She was speaking quietly to him but the hall echoed so much that most of the students could hear her anyway. ‘There, there sweetie,’ she said, ‘don’t worry, everybody has a little accident now and again. I’ll tell you what, you go into that room over there-,’ she pointed at a door at the end of the hall, ‘and they’ll get you cleaned up and into a nice comfy diaper, okay pumpkin?’ The boy nodded and hurried to the door, students sniggering and backing away as he approached them. The woman walked back to the front of the room as several students expressed dislike for the puddle of urine that was so close to them. Ben heard the words “Eww, gross” at least five times. ‘There’s always one,’ the woman said, ‘don’t worry, one of our janitors will clean that up. And actually, we’d better get all of you into diapers too. Who here has diapers of their own?’ Most of the students raised their hands, some more nervously than others. Ben was actually surprised that so many students, even those that were undoubtedly unhappy to be there, had diapers. It seemed that his sister Sarah’s action of giving Ben some diapers wasn’t unusual. ‘Okay,’ said the woman, ‘good. The school will supply diapers to those of you who don’t have your own. After that, you’ll be told the rules, sorted into your houses and then it’s straight to beddy-byes! Now, if you’d kindly head to the changing rooms …’ She gestured to two doors at either end of the hall, one of which the pant-wetting boy had exited. ‘And since our babies ask this every year,’ the woman began, ‘the changing rooms aren’t gender-specific. Boys and girls are allowed to get changed together. Now go, meet back here when you have your diapers on.’
Ben was confused. He looked at Marie, hoping that she was confusing too, but she was already pulling him towards one of the changing rooms, apparently not concerned about having to undress with so many boys around. Ben was quite the opposite; he was terrified about the thought that dozens of girls would see him naked. Exiting to the changing room, Ben glanced over his shoulder just in time to catch a glimpse of a young woman in a pink maid outfit mopping up a puddle of urine on the floor.
I didn't write any more of this for quite a while but I have now. Here's a new part.
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Ben and Marie shuffled into the changing room, being pushed and shoved by students all around them. They were shepherded through a long corridor, dragging bags and rucksacks along with them, before they reached another large room. Ben had to stifle a gasp; he, Marie and all the other students were staring at about fifty baby changing tables on the right side of the room, all with a young woman stood patiently next to them. Despite only being a couple of years older than Ben and the rest of the students, all of the young women were at least a foot taller than them. All of a sudden, with so many students, teachers and now, Ben guessed, “nannies” knowing about the school, Ben got the feeling he was the only person in the world who wasn’t aware of a school such as this. On the left side of the room, there were about fifty changing rooms, not unlike those at a swimming pool or sports center. Unlike the changing tables, there didn’t appear to be anybody “guarding” these rooms.
The young woman from the entrance hall pushed her way to the front of the students once again and turned to face them when she reached the front. ‘Well,’ she said, with a smile on her face, ‘as you can see, this is our changing room.’ A few of the students, Marie included, giggled. ‘If you have your own diapers, you can give them to one of our nannies and she will change you into them. If you’d prefer, maybe the more nervous amongst you will want to get changed on your own in the changing rooms. Those of you without your own diapers will be changed into some of the school diapers. I should point out, all of these are cloth and you are not allowed disposables. You must be in a diaper to continue. When you are changed, you can either put your trousers, shorts and skirts back on or you can put them in your bag. Meet back in the entrance hall when you’re done.’ She left the room and a lot of students either quickly hurried to the nannies or to the changing rooms, both apparently assuming their choice would fill up quickly. Marie attempted to hurry to an attractive blonde nanny but Ben grabbed her hand and pulled her into one of the changing rooms.
‘Why’d you do that,’ she asked immediately, ‘didn’t you see the hot girl I had my eye on!?’ Ben gave her an upset look, hoping she might show some sympathy.
‘Come on Marie,’ he said, ‘I need help with this. Besides, you have a girlfriend …’
Ben looked around the small changing room while Marie mumbled something like “while the cat’s away”. There was a small bench, a few cloth diapers, some baby oil and talcum powder. Ben didn’t know where to start.
‘What do I do,’ he asked Marie. She gave a casual shrug.
‘Take your pants off, I guess,’ she answered. Ben didn’t imagine the first time a girl said that to him, it’d be to put him in a diaper. ‘Go on,’ she added, ‘we haven’t got all day.’ Ben blushed.
‘Marie, I … don’t want you to see my …’
Marie giggled and rolled her eyes. ‘Oh please,’ she said, ‘grow up Ben. It’s no big deal. You’d be amazed how indifferent I am at seeing your “thing”.’ She stood with her hands on her hips, giving Ben a very satisfied look. Ben nodded and nervously sat on the bench. He slowly removed his trousers and carefully made sure his t-shirt was long enough to cover his privates before taking off his boxer shorts too. Ben cringed when he remembered his sister had given him diapers to wear, wishing he had taken them out of his suitcase before removing his undergarments. He hesitantly opened his suitcase as Marie busily removed her skirt, revealing a pair of white panties. Ben was tempted to look but he didn’t want to ruin any friendship he had with the only person he knew in this unbelievable situation.
Taking one of the thick, white, towel-like diapers into his hands, he unfolded it and incompetently held it around his waist. He heard Marie give a little laugh next to him, which made his face even redder than it already was. After a few haphazard attempts to pin it closed, with no success (Ben constantly found the diaper too loose), Ben put the diaper to one side and turned to Marie. ‘Um … how do you put this on?’
Marie, Ben noticed, already had her diaper on. He was too preoccupied with his own to notice her changing into it. Her diaper was small, slim and accentuated her figure quite nicely. She actually looked very cute in it. She giggled as Ben asked the question. ‘Give it here,’ she said, with a motherly smile. Quick as a flash, Marie took the diaper and folded it in her hands, very expertly. She had clearly done it before. ‘Stand up,’ she said. Ben did so and Marie put the diaper on the bench beneath him before pushing him back down to sit on it. Marie picked up the baby powder and Ben gasped as she hastily sprinkled it over his crotch. He really wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Then Marie casually folded the diaper around his bottom and penis, fastening it shut with a pair of pink diaper pins. It was far tighter and far thicker than Ben had imagined it’d be. He stood up and the initial shock of his tightly packed private parts with the thickness of the diaper made him stand bow-legged and on tip-toes. He was smaller than Marie when he stood like this and had to look up to see the knowing smirk on her face.
‘You look gorgeous,’ she said, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, ‘a baby that any Mommy would be proud of.’ Ben felt his face was going to explode with how red it was. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, making Marie giggle again. He could tell how tempted she was to tease him.
‘I, uh, I’ll … put my trousers back on,’ Ben muttered. The smile wiped from Marie’s face. Apparently, she wanted Ben to stay in just a t-shirt and diaper. Ben noticed she had decided to stay pants-less, opting for just a diaper and a plain white t-shirt. She had put her medium-length blonde hair into pigtails and it seemed like she wanted to be more babyish than she already was. When Ben had put his trousers back on over his diaper, his bottom now bulging from the thickness of the diaper, the two of them left the cubicle and started to go back to the entrance hall. In the changing room, countless students were lying on their backs, being put into diapers by the highly proficient nannies. Some students were blushing, others laughing, none of them unwilling to be babies, it seemed. As Ben and Marie walked past the group, several nannies turned and “aawed” at Marie, cute as could be, diaper-clad and with her hair in pigtails. They were obviously exaggerating but Marie played it up as much as she could; she giggled, sucked her thumb and had a puppy-dog expression on her gorgeous face as each of the nannies expressed how cute she was. Considering how relaxed Marie was about all this, Ben thought, maybe he could learn a thing or two from her.
‘What happens now,’ asked Ben, pushing past students in the long corridor leading to the entrance hall.
‘Now we get put into our houses,’ Marie answered, ‘there are three of them: Toddler, Baby and Sissybaby. I’m hoping to be a Toddler.’
‘Er, why?’
‘Because Toddlers are cool. They’re tough. They’re like the jocks of the Pamela Purse School for Adult Babies. I mean, what would you rather be, a Toddler or a Sissybaby?’
Ben was clueless. ‘W-what’s the difference?’
‘Being a Sissybaby is like social suicide. All the frilly pink clothes, rhumba panties, bonnets, booties and having to carry a dolly everywhere? The Toddlers and Babies totally make fun of them.’
‘Okay, I get it. I think. So being a Toddler is good and being a Sissybaby is bad.’ Ben couldn’t believe he was going along with all of this. ‘But I thought only girls could be “sissies”,’ he added, ‘they don’t make guys into them, do they?’
‘Of course they do Baby Benny,’ said Marie, with a giggle, ‘you’re in a diaper and you’re a baby. You think it matters if you’re in a dress too?’ Ben looked downtrodden. ‘Look, if it’s any consolation, you’ll still act like your adult self, no matter what. If you’re dressed like a baby girl, you’re not forced to act like one. It’s really just a way of dividing up the students.’ There was a pause as they reached the entrance hall, about half the new students having already been diapered and were waiting for something to happen. Ben and Marie stood at the back of the room, joining them. ‘But you’re not going to be a Sissybaby, Ben, I can tell,’ added Marie as an afterthought, ‘you’re kinda cool. Both of us will be Toddlers, take my word for it.’ Marie clearly didn’t realise that Toddlers, Babies and Sissybabies were all foreign concepts to Ben; being in one group was no different to him than being in the next.
