A Caring Place (Co-Written by PervScenes11)

[CuddleBunns]

Very perceptive, sarahpenguin. There most definitley might be a high chair waiting for Emily in the kitchen ;)

[sarahpenguin]

Very perceptive, sarahpenguin. There most definitley might be a high chair waiting for Emily in the kitchen ;)

/me tickles the author relentlessly until they stop being mean to the protagonist and dress her up in a nice warm locking disabling baby mittens, matching warm baby booties, and a warm baby bonnet too.
It's close to winter you meanies

[WetPampers]

Very good story. Scary and exciting at the same time.

[CuddleBunns]

CHAPTER SIXTEEN -- EMILY’S BIG DAY: MAKING IT ALL PERMANENT

        Emily thought his capacity for shock had reached its limits, but when he turned the corner into the kitchen, his knees buckled once again when he saw the highchair.
   “Mommy, no . . . ” he bleated around his pacifier. “Please don’t make me . . . ” He tried to plant his feet and stop moving forward, but he had no fight left at this point, and Melissa and Dr. Thurman, poised on either side of him, easily lifted his arms and pulled him forward, between them, with little difficulty.
   Standing before the highchair--which was white with a lavender seat and trim and which was obviously sized to fit him--Emily’s heart raced a million miles an hour. He’d told himself, all throughout this process, that while things like breastfeeding and wearing pull-ups were strange for a boy his age, they were just part of his therapy. But this? A highchair? A highchair was for babies, period. No way around that. He continued to mewl into his pacifier as Dr. Thurman removed the highchair’s tray and Melissa helped him climb up a small set of lavender plastic stairs so that he could sit in the seat of the highchair. Once he was in, Dr. Thurman wasted no time pulling restraining straps over his shoulders and buckling them into the seat below, just between Emily’s legs, which were spread wide by his diaper. There was no way he was going anywhere now, and when his Mommy pushed the plastic tray back into place, his arms were pinned beneath the tray. Then, once the small plastic steps were moved away, Emily’s feet dangled in the air, about a foot off the floor. He could not stand, raise his hands, or even move around within his seat. Any movement he made served only to make his diaper crinkle loudly. He was trapped, and he’d be trapped until one of these women decided to release him. The humiliation of it all was too much to bear: Emily was hyperventilating and sobbing, tears streaming down his red, puffy face.
   “There we are,” Dr. Thurman said with a cool smile, “Baby’s first tantrum in her high chair.”
   “Mommy!” Emily blurted, spitting out her pacifier, which landed with a clunk on the white plastic highchair tray. “Mommy! Please don’t let her do this, Mommy! I’ll be good . . . I’ll . . . I’ll do anything, Mommy, please, please, please just let me out of here!” Emily’s spirits soared for a moment as Melissa rushed to his side.
   “I know you’re going to be good,” Melissa said, sliding Emily’s pacifier back in his mouth. “That’s exactly what Mommy and Dr. Thurman are here to help with.” As Melissa spoke, she grabbed a plastic strap that Dr. Thurman handed her and attached it to Emily’s pacifier. “And Mommy knows this is hard. Mommy knows today is going to be hard and that probably the next few months are going to be very, very hard for Mommy’s special baby girl. But we have to work together, sweetie, not just to treat you like Mommy’s special baby girl, but to get you thinking that way too. We have a lot of nasty ego and pride to destroy, don’t we? Yes, we do.” As Melissa talked down to Emily in her cloying voice, she wrapped the strap around the back of his head and cinched it tight. Emily’s pacifier was now stuck in his mouth, no matter what.
   “Now,” Dr. Thurman said to Emily, “you just sit there, baby girl. The sooner you get used to not talking, and to not being talked to directly, the better.”
   Emily’s highchair was positioned so that he had a clear view of the kitchen table. As he bleated in frustration behind his unmovable pacifier and kicked his legs in the air, Dr. Thurman stepped out to the living room and returned with her briefcase. After she and Melissa sat down at the kitchen table, Dr. Thurman pulled out a large stack of what looked to be legal forms.
   “First thing’s first,” Dr. Thurman said, sliding the top form over to Melissa. “Name change. Say goodbye--forever--to Michael Nicholas Harper and say hello to Emily Nicole Harper.” Tears of joy filled Melissa’s eyes as she signed her name on the form. 
   With smooth, almost mechanical efficiency, Dr. Thurman reclaimed the signed form, stowed it in her briefcase, and passed Melissa the second one. “Gender change,” she said. “Emily Nicole is no name for a boy, and once you sign this, your child will no longer, legally, be a boy.”
        Remembering the times in the past when his Mommy had balked at the idea that he was a girl, Emily held out some ember of hope here. Maybe his Mommy would come to her senses at last. He was thrilled as Melissa paused before signing the form and said, “I do have one problem with this form.”
   “Oh?” Dr. Thurman asked.
   “I hate the idea that it’s a gender change,” Melissa said. “I hate that it implies that Emily was ever a boy, when you and I both know that that’s not the case.”
   Dr. Thurman grinned. “I’m proud of you, Melissa.”
   “I couldn’t have gotten to this point without your help.”
   “I just had a feeling about you,” Dr. Thurman said, “For years I’ve been looking for the right kind of daughter with the right kind of mother, a mother who would really, truly, deeply understand my work and how far it needs to be taken.”
   Melissa said nothing, smiled at Dr. Thurman, and signed the form.
   “Next up,” said Dr. Thurman, taking the signed gender change form and passing Melissa a different form, “is school withdrawal. This states that Emily will be withdrawn from Central High School immediately, and that you will be homeschooling her in a manner that is appropriate for her age and maturity.”
   In his high chair, Emily shouted into his pacifier and kicked his legs in anger. He tried, with all his might, to use his arms to push up on the highchair tray that they were pinned under, but none of this actions had any effect. He was exhausting himself with rage, but to anyone else in the room, he just looked, and sounded, like a toddler having a tantrum about being put in his high chair.
   “Was this hard to get approval for?” Melissa asked as she signed the doc-ument.
   “Oh no,” Dr. Thurman laughed. “Not at all. This little girl’s teachers all agreed that high school was too much for her and applauded your decision to remove Emily. Every single one of her teachers was happy to sign and attest that high school demanded a level of maturity that Emily was incapable of.”
   Emily continued to howl and thrash ineffectually in his highchair. They could not possibly be serious! They were taking school from him? School? Without school, how was he ever supposed to . . .
   “No prom,” Dr. Thurman said, looking icily at Emily. “No dating. No driver’s license. No homecoming football games. No SATs, no ACTs, no college admissions. No graduation. No senior prank. Not for our baby girl.”
   Emily was safe and secure in his high chair, but internally, he felt like he was dropping, falling, sinking, watching his old life get smaller and smaller as it receded in the distance.
   “Isn’t this for the best, sweetie?” Melissa asked him. “Think about how miserable school made you, and how hard we tried with organizational planners and tutors and extra help. Now, none of that matters. You’ll be here at home with me, twenty-four-seven.”
   If either woman cared that Emily was sobbing profusely, neither seemed to acknowledge it. Dr. Thurman simply continued her process. “There’s one more legal form, but we’ll save that for last. Right now, we’ll move on to the contracts from A Caring Place, the doc-uments that lay out the rules for Emily’s therapy, the rules that must be followed if --”
   “That will be followed,” Melissa said, with certainty.
   Dr. Thurman laughed. “The rules that will be followed if you and Emily are to remain my clients.”
   The doctor closed the folder containing the legal doc-uments and placed it neatly onto the table. She then reached for a large purple binder, which had a paper insert on the front containing the name and logo for A Caring Place, and opened it up, flipping the pages until she found the section she desired. She cleared her throat and began to scan the page in front of her.
   “Alright, I won’t read these directly from the page, since this doc-ument is filled with lots of legalistic and technical jargon, but I’ll be sure to summarize everything as best as I can. Emily, as someone who is now enrolled in A Caring Place’s ‘Intensive Regression-Therapy Program’, you will be given a list of rules and general guidelines that you will need to follow at all times. Failing to do so will result in any number of disciplinary actions. The terrible spanking I just gave you is one of the lighter punishments on the list, so I advise that you listen to me, and listen well. These rules will govern your day to day life for the foreseeable future. You will be expected to follow them at all times, not just to the letter, but in their spirit as well. They are as follows:

        Rule #1: Your Mother and I are now completely in charge of every aspect of your care, and we will be making all of your decisions for you, regardless of your consent. From this moment on, you are done making any decisions for yourself. You will do everything we tell you without backtalk or complaints, and anyone we put in charge of you will have authority over you as well. You will go where we tell you to go. Stay put where we tell you to stay put. You will eat what, and when, we tell you to eat, sleep when we tell you to sleep, wear what we tell you to wear, and do it all without question. You are no longer an independent teenager. You never were. You are now--have always been and will always be--a fragile, dependent toddler girl who must do whatever she is told, no questions asked.

        Rule #2: As per your new infantilized status, you are no longer permitted to speak like an adult under any circ-umstances. From now on you will do most of your communicating through a mixture of body language, crying, and simplistic, one word responses. From this point forward, speaking in sentences of any kind will be strictly prohibited, and you will only be allowed to speak if you are responding to a question someone has asked you. Even then, you may only respond to them with one word answers, and absolutely nothing longer than two-syllables is allowed. You will also lisp whenever you speak, and try to sound as close to how a real baby would as you possibly can.

        Rule #3: From now on, the toilet is strictly forbidden. When you feel the need to relieve yourself, you will do so in your diaper, just like any infant. You are also not permitted to remove your diaper under any circ-umstances, and diaper changes will be carried out either by your mother, or anyone else who she deems fit. You will also never be allowed to ask for a diaper change yourself. Instead, you will be given routine diaper checks by your mother, and you will be changed entirely at her discretion.

        Rule #4: As of now, you no longer have any right to privacy. Nor do you have any kind of adult sexuality. As a diapered baby girl, you will be given many diaper changes where people will have access to parts of your body that you may consider taboo for other people to see or touch. Even though you are currently locked up and unable to gain pleasure through physical stimulation, it bears repeating that as a little girl you will have no sexual thoughts or urges whatsoever. If you ever try to respond to routines such as your diaper changes or bathtime in a sexual manner, or if you try to initiate physical contact with anyone or anything in a sexual way, you will be punished severely for it.

        Rule #5: Unless someone in charge of you is holding your hand and giving you express permission to walk on two legs, you are no longer allowed to walk or stand up on your own. Instead, you will crawl around on your hands and knees just like a real infant would.

        Rule #6: Your mother will control all of the media you consume from now on and make sure it is age-appropriate for a baby girl. You will no longer be allowed to watch adult television, read adult books, listen to adult music, or use the internet on your own without your mother there to supervise you, and even then I have the feeling that she won’t want to expose you to anything too inappropriate. Get used to Sesame Street and Sofia the First, baby girl, because you certainly won’t be watching Star Wars or Marvel movies any time soon. You will also be barred from playing video games, as the hand eye coordination required is much too complicated for a girl your age.

        And finally, Rule #7: You must never, under any circ-umstances, insist that you are, or ever were, a male, or make any reference to your past life. As far as we are concerned, we are starting you over from the beginning as an innocent, adorable baby girl, and you will be expected to act as convincingly in that role as possible. If someone calls you a good girl, you will be thankful. If they call you pretty, you will act like you just received a compliment. If you are caught accidentally acting too much like a boy, you will be expected to self correct and change your behaviour to be more feminine, or else you will be punished.”

[CuddleBunns]

        Emily felt his stomach drop to the floor as Dr. Thurman finished reading the last rule on the page. They were no longer making any pretenses about the purpose of his therapy. None of this was in place to help him grow and develop as a person. They truly did plan on treating him like a baby, and they were going to ensure that he acted the part as well. A flurry of thoughts and emotions were now running their course through Emily’s head. How was this even legal? It was like they were stripping him of his very personhood right before his eyes, and they were announcing their intentions to do so right to his face. Emily’s sobs were beginning to get even louder now, brought on by an unwillingness to accept that this could possibly be happening to him.
        “Oh honey, you don’t have to be upset! These are all perfectly fine rules for a baby girl,” Melissa cooed in sympathy, walking over to his high chair to grab his head and hold it close to her chest for comfort. “You’ll come to love being my baby again, you’ll see. No more big boy responsibilities to weigh you down. No more difficult thoughts filling your head and giving you a nasty headache. Now all you’ll ever need to think about is how much you love your mommy . . . and even then, you won’t have to think very hard, because mommy will always be around to show you. Just cheer up and give it a chance. You’ll realise you’re much more suited to being mommy’s little princess in no time, I promise.”
        “Well, she’d better . . . ” Dr Thurman added, closing the binder and once again reaching for the folder in front of her, “because once you sign this, she’s going to be your baby girl for the rest of her life.”
        She pulled out an imposing, legalistic looking form with a header which read “Authorisation For Extended Legal Guardianship.” Melissa took one look at the doc-ument and her eyes began to glow. Something about this paper in particular caused a deep emotional reaction in her.
        “Rebecca! Were you really able to . . . ?” Melissa gasped in exasperation. Dr Thurman nodded.
        “Yes, Melissa, I was. I had to pull a lot of strings, since my methods are admittedly quite unorthodox, but I’ve helped plenty of people in the legal industry. So I was able to call in some favors and make the case necessary to award you legal guardianship of your daughter . . . permanently. All you have to do is sign the bottom of this form, and as soon as it’s processed, it’ll be official. You will have your baby girl for good.”
        Melissa suddenly broke out into tears of joy. With all of the warmth and gratitude in the world, she walked over to Dr Thurman and grabbed hold of her tightly, wrapping her in for an enormous hug. Her voice was coarse and filled with emotions as she cried large, happy tears.
        “Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this all means to me, how much it means for my family,” she sobbed. “I am so, so grateful for everything you have done for my little girl. I don’t know how I could ever repay you. This is all just too much . . . ”
        “You have no need to repay me,” Dr Thurman responded politely. “You’ve given me a once in a lifetime opportunity to put my most advanced theories into practice, and I will forever be grateful for that. I think I speak for both of us when I say this is an arrangement that works for everyone involved.”
   As Melissa pulled away from her hug with Dr Thurman, she turned around to look at Emily with an expression that appeared as if she had just walked off the set of a Hallmark movie. Grabbing the doc-ument off the table, she proudly held it up to give Emily a better look.
        “Do you know what this is, Emily?” Melissa asked excitedly. Emily hesitated for a second before shaking his head. “Well,” Melissa continued, “This is a doc-ument which gives me permanent legal guardianship over you after you turn 18! That means that even after you become a legal adult, the state will still consider you incapable of living independently, and you’ll remain under my care for good. If you ever got lost or tried running away, Mommy could just call the authorities to come retrieve you, and you’d end up right back here, safe in Mommy’s arms. You’re going to be my baby forever, sissykins! Aren’t you excited?”
   This latest bit of news sent Emily into a berserker rage. He let out a loud, muffled scream into his pacifier and once again began to jerk himself around, thrashing about wildly, but ultimately achieving nothing due to the restraints. His steady sobs then turned into a waterfall of upset tears. This could not be happening. Every second of this cursed day seemed to be getting worse and worse.
   Dr Thurman, however, was not having any of it. “Emily, calm down right now, before you force me to spank you again.” She commanded him. “This violent behaviour is entirely unbefitting of a little girl. Your mommy is doing all of this for your own good, and I expect you to show her the appreciation she deserves.”
   Ever the weak-willed little pansy, the doctor’s threat of physical retribution was enough to break Emily’s will to resist entirely. He simply could not endure another spanking like he got earlier, no matter what the cost. With a sudden halt, he dropped his head in shame and just sat there crying, utterly defeated as the reality of his new life played out in his mind.
   “Aww, my poor baby . . . ” Melissa cooed with sympathy. “I know it’s hard to accept, darling. It’s hard to accept that you’ll never be a man after years of expecting to become one someday, but mommy doesn’t mind sweetheart. Not every little boy is capable of growing up to become a big strong man, you know. Especially the ones who were never really boys to begin with. Your mommy knows how hard this must be for you, but you need to understand that from now on, things are going to be different. It’s going to take a long time to unlearn all these wrong ideas that society has put in your head. We’re going to need to break down your ego entirely just to build you back up all over again. I don’t blame you for being upset, but just know that Mommy will be there every step of the way to guide you with her love. I’ll always be there for you sweetheart. Mommy loves you, no matter what.
        Melissa punctuated her speech by bending over to give Emily a kiss on the forehead. The poor sissy was too despondent to respond, and just remained there with his head held down as Melissa pulled out a chair and sat back down at the table.
        “So I just sign here, and it’s official?,” she asked Dr Thurman.
        “Yes. Once you sign it, she’s all yours. Forever,” the doctor replied, handing Melissa a pen with an accomplished smile on her face. “And if anything ever were to happen to you, custody of Emily would revert to A Caring Place, supervised personally by me of course.”
        Melissa closed her eyes and exhaled deeply. Finally, it was the moment she had been waiting for. Never again would she have to experience the feeling of loneliness she had felt when her husband passed away. Emily would never, ever get the chance to leave her side. Her daughter would never abandon her as so many other children abandon their parents, because her daughter would be completely dependent on her, now and forever more. She accepted the pen from Dr. Thurman and quickly signed her name on the doc-ument. A hush fell across the kitchen as she did so. Melissa sat, quietly weeping tears of joy, staring at Emily and pressing her hand to her chest. Dr. Thurman looked on in smug satisfaction. Emily for her part, sat in stunned silence, trying to process the enormity of everything that had just been explained to him. The silence lasted several long minutes, almost as if all three people in the kitchen were, each in their own way, honoring the immensity of the change that had just taken place.
        Finally, it was Dr. Thurman who broke the silence. “Melissa,” she said gently, “don’t you think your baby girl is hungry by now?”
        “Oh my God!” Melissa said, wiping at her eyes, “of course! She hasn’t even had breakfast yet, the poor thing! Sweetie,” she said, standing and moving to Emily’s high chair, “you need to get used to babbling for Mommy when you need to be fed!” Unhooking the strap securing Emily’s pacifier, she held the soother in Emily’s mouth with her hand as she looked down and said, “Are you hungry, baby girl?” Seeing Emily nodding yes, Melissa continued, “if Mommy takes her sweet baby girl’s pacifier out, can Emily say ‘nom nom’ for her Mommy? Can Emily remember that she’s not allowed to use big words anymore and just say ‘nom nom, Mommy?’ Can Emily do that?”
        As she spoke, Melissa slid the pacifier out of Emily’s mouth. Even as she pulled it away, a string of drool connected its clear plastic bulb to Emily’s pink lips. Emily wanted to wipe the drool away, but his hands were pinned. There was nothing he could do about the drool. It was beginning to dawn on him that there was nothing he could do about any of this.
        “What do you say, baby?” Melissa asked.
        There was so much he wanted to say. So much he wanted to scream. But Dr. Thurman was here and she was staring at him and his bottom still ached from his earlier spanking. So he lowered his head and whispered.
        “What was that, baby girl? Mommy couldn’t hear you.”
        “Nom nom,” Emily said, slightly louder. “Nom nom, Mommy. Nom nom.”
        “What a good girl!” Melissa said, re-inserting Emily’s pacifier. “What a good baby girl! Mommy will get you some nom nom right away!”
        Emily assumed he’d be fed in the high chair, but working together with Dr. Thurman, Melissa soon removed the highchair’s tray and its restraints. As Melissa helped a confused Emily out of the highchair, Dr. Thurman put a hand on one of Emily’s shoulders and pressed down firmly, reminding Emily that as soon as his feet hit the floor he needed to keep on going, moving past standing until he was kneeling on the kitchen floor. “There,” Dr. Thurman said. “That’s your place. Your Mommy is going to take you back to your nursery now. You crawl behind her. I’ll be just behind you, watching you, so don’t get any ideas about being a big girl.”
        Emily felt beyond stupid, crawling on all fours at his Mommy’s heel while he was wearing nothing but a diaper and a pacifier. The diaper felt huge between his legs, and it made him spread his legs further apart than he normally would if he crawled. His bottom felt like it was on fire, the diaper was awkward and humiliating, crawling was awkward and humiliating, his head was spinning from his life as he’d known it basically being over, and on top of it all, he really was hungry. Starving in fact. Emily had never had much willpower, but he was miles and miles past fighting now. He felt like he was trapped in a tide. He didn’t like where it was pulling him, but he was powerless to fight it.
        He struggled, crawling awkwardly, to keep up as Melissa led him through the living room, up the stairs, and back into his nursery. His nursery. He had a nursery now. Because he was a baby. Just thinking it made his whole body shudder as he knelt at his Mommy’s feet.
        “I can’t believe this is finally happening,” Melissa said, talking over Emily’s head and addressing Dr. Thurman, who was shutting the nursery door behind her as she entered.
        “The prescription I gave you takes a good long while to build up in your system and finally kick in. But you’ve been terrific about taking your pills, and so now here we are.”
        Melissa laughed nervously. “I think I’m a little nervous. It’s been awhile . . . ”
        Now Dr. Thurman laughed. “I’m sure it has, but I think you’ll find it’s like riding a bike. You never really forget. You’ll remember what to do, and so will she.”
        “Come here, baby girl,” Melissa said, settling herself down onto the loveseat in the nursery. “Come to Mommy.”
        Weary with both shock and hunger, Emily was totally confused as he crawled to the loveseat. But as Melissa helped him up onto it and laid him back across her lap, his mind began to race. He was used to lying in this position with Nurse Linda, but they couldn’t seriously mean to . .
        “No, Mommy!” he whimpered, his pacifier falling out of his mouth.
        “Hush,” Melissa said with a forcefulness he’d never seen from her before.
        “‘No’ is not in your vocabulary anymore, little girl.”
        Panicked over what was about to happen, Emily continued to shake his head no.
        “Yes, baby,” Melissa said, sliding one shoulder of her top down off of her elbow. “You are a baby now. A baby. And it’s Mommy’s job to take care of you. And when Mommy’s baby needs num num, Mommy needs to feed her baby.” Melissa’s bra was white, with lace trim. She fiddled with it for a second before opening a flap on the front of the cup and revealing her huge pink areola and fat nipple.
        Emily blushed crimson and squirmed in Melissa’s lap. When he’d nursed at A Caring Place, that had been humiliating -- a babyish thing he didn’t want anyone to know about -- but he’d also been attracted to Nurse Linda and there was a certain kind of pleasure in being near to her and pampered by her. Sure, because of the coc-kcage he wore, he could never consummate that pleasure, but its existence did lessen the overall humiliation. But this? Here? With his Mommy?
        “Don’t let her hesitance deter you,” Dr. Thurman said, standing near and looking down on both Mommy and baby girl. “You’re in control here, and there’s nothing even the least bit unnatural or perverted about this. It’s simply a Mommy giving her baby girl the breastfeeding she needs.”
        “And baby doesn’t control when feedings happen,” Melissa said, mashing her swollen nipple against Emily’s lips. “Baby doesn’t control anything. Mommy does. And Mommy says its time for her sweet girl to nurse.”
        Instinct overcame shame as Emily’s lips opened and his Mommy’s big, pink teat slid into his mouth. It was big, at least as big as Nurse Linda’s, and warm as his tongue swirled around it. Melissa was so full of milk that it began leaking into Emily’s mouth even before he’d gotten properly latched on. She let out a huge sigh of contentment as her milk began to flow, and her happy tears rained down on Emily as she nursed. With her free hand, Melissa wiped her tears away, rubbing them into Emily’s smooth skin. She looked up, made eye contact with Dr. Thurman and smiled the deepest, most contented smile she’d ever smiled. There were no more doubts, only certainty. Dr. Thurman had known, all along, what was best for Melissa and her daughter, and now, Melissa was on board, utterly and completely. Emily was right where she was supposed to be, where she would be forever, and Emily herself rightfully had no say in the matter whatsoever.

[lovellace]

Very exciting. I look forward to hearing about the physical modifications to Emily in the next chapter!

[CuddleBunns]

Very exciting. I look forward to hearing about the physical modifications to Emily in the next chapter!

Sadly, I don't think we have much planned as far as physically modifying Emily goes...yet! Without spoilers, we are going to delve into some pretty intense regression though, so who knows what might happen. Hope that's not too dissapointing.