✅ The Baby Makers

38. Do It Again

Cass blushed, while Stacie giggled at her embarrassment. But after a few seconds she wondered if she had done something wrong. She didn't want to upset her friend, she had just been trying to help her feel like a good baby again.

"Are you okay, Cath?" Phil asked, and he sounded like he might really be worried about her. He came closer a second later, and put one hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, you can be an adult if you want to. You know that all of our triggers won't have any effect if they would cause a problem for you. It's easy to let yourself imagine that feeling, but if you take a deep breath you can get over it. Can you do that for me?"

She took a breath, and then another. And a moment later, the embarrassment on her face started to fade just a little.

"Thank you," she said. "I didn't expect that, I really thought I was going to... you know. I thought it was supposed to wear off when I'm back in my adult life. Is that going to happen again?"

"Most people don't have that problem. But I think we might have found an edge case here. Did you express an interest in surprises on a future visit; so that you could suddenly find yourself humiliated or regressed before you realise the session had started?" Phil waited for the lady to process the question. When she nodded slightly, blushing again, he continued: "That may be the difference, then. Some of our staff might teach you that the magic words will only have an effect once you are in childish clothes for your session, but there are a few different variations. And if you are open to being surprised, one variant that we commonly use – and one of Natalye's preferred methods – is to structure the safety suggestions such that any suggestions you are given will only affect you within the house."

"I see," Cass smiled and nodded. "That makes a lot of sense." Stacie was trying to understand, but she didn't see at all. The words were all flying over her head like butterflies, and she giggled as she imagined that. She wished for a net so that she could catch them, but she didn't know what she would do with flying words even if she had them.

"If you like," Phil continued, "we could work on improving that protection. For example, I'm sure your subconscious mind understands on some level the difference between being here to play, and a brief visit. It's not likely that you would meet any little ones in most circumstances, but it's better to be safe. Of course, we wouldn't charge for a brief session purely to reinforce safety suggestions. We take our reputation for careful planning very seriously."

"That... that's kind of you. What would you have done if I... didn't manage to resist it?"

"We'd offer you somewhere to get changed, and clean clothes if you need them. I think in the circumstances we would have to take responsibility for anything that happened, so we would be happy to have clothes dry cleaned and returned to you, for example. It would be no great inconvenience; a large number of little ones have accidents here every day."

"I should have expected that. I think that's what let me resist it. Not knowing if I would get in trouble for acting like a baby when I'm only visiting. I know it doesn't have any effect if it would cause problems for me, and my imagination was swinging like a metronome between 'I'm going to get in so much trouble, I might get kicked out and never be able to come back', and 'Mama will say I'm not old enough for big girl pants and put me back in diapers'. Don't know which one got my heart racing more. I guess that's never going to be a standard response."

"Not unless you really want to," Phil said with a chuckle. "But I'm sure you would have been offered a choice. But no, we try to be open and friendly to all our visitors, especially when something unexpected happens. So, would you like to tune up the safety suggestions to guard against future accidents?"

"Well, it's the logical choice. But if it's only on the premises, and the worst that happens is I have to change into spare clothes, I think I'm already safe enough. Even if... I know now that it wouldn't have been a problem, so I haven't got an excuse for resisting. Better to live dangerously, especially if someone might want to surprise me on my next proper visit."

Phil nodded, and then Cass turned back to Stacie, who was darting around the little clearing, looking for butterflies under every leaf.

"I'm sorry, that was probably a lot of grown up talk. Did we bore you? Are you having fun?"

"I'm collecting butties!" Stacie declared, and then laughed at the sound of her voice. It was still funny that she sounded so cute, even if she knew the grown-ups might know what she meant.

"Good girl. Have you got any?"

"Not yet. Are you still grown up?"

"Yes, it looks like it. You tried to make me have an accident, didn't you? That would have made me feel little again, but I didn't. Because I didn't know if I'm allowed to be a baby, and I didn't want to get in trouble."

"Can you get in trouble for being a baby?" Stacie answered, putting her hands over her mouth as if she was trying to hide. She didn't want to think about that, when she'd been a baby all day and not even thought about it. "Am I going to get in trouble for saying it?"

"No. Phil says it's fine, you can say it whenever you want, and there's no kind of trouble. He's a good daddy, isn't he?"

"Yep, he's super nice! He helped me be baby and I wanna be good for him."

"You're a good baby. The best baby, and I'm really happy to see you enjoying yourself like this. A little ball of happy chaos. Thank you."

"Thank you!" Stacie giggled back, not quite sure what she was being thanked for. But she felt a lot better, knowing there was nothing wrong with saying the special word. Even if it hadn't made Cass feel like a baby last time, it might still be good next time. "Thank you, pottypants!"

Cass blushed again, and half crouched so she was almost as small as Stacie. Her face scrunched up a bit as she tried to fight the magic words, and even Stacie could tell she was ashamed of the battle going on inside her head. The little girl was sure her friend would be okay again if she just let it all out.

"Are you okay?" Phil asked again. "Want any reassurances to help you resist?"

"No," Cass shook her head, and blushed even brighter. "The challenge is fun, I don't want it to be easy. But I think I can still keep control. If I want to." The last words were almost a whisper, but Phile must have heard them. He knew everything.

"Okay," he answered with his usual smile. "If that's what you want, pottypants."

She looked up in surprise, mouth open to ask a question. But then she was squatting lower, and a dark spot on her jeans that quickly turned into a big patch as she peed on the floor. Stacie giggled at that, and then hoped even harder that she wasn't going to get in trouble.

"Ohhh!" she gasped in surprise. "You're not wearing a diaper!"

"Grown ups don't wear diapers, silly."

"I think grown ups don't poop in their big girl pants," Phil pointed out. "You might just be a little baby again. I think you should go with Marcie here," – he gestured towards an athletic young woman in the same uniform as some of the other grown-ups – "and she can find you somewhere to get changed, and pick out some cute diapers for you. We don't want you having another accident, do we?"

"I'm sorry! I couldn't help it at all!" Cass gasped, and then turned to Stacie and whispered, just loud enough for the other little girl to head, "Thank you."