Dante’S Infanzia Chapter 8

Written by: Personalias

Dante woke up an hour or two later, feeling refreshed, sober, and wet. His second diaper change went much easier than his first one, partially because he really was starting to accept this process as inevitable. It didn’t hurt that he had wet in his sleep, either. For some reason, it was easier to take knowing that he was unconscious when the inevitable happened. Maybe bed wetting was slightly more grown up than wetting while conscious, and that’s why toddlers could wet the bed up to a certain age and it be no big deal.

He had been feeling very cold and clammy below the waist, so the change was a welcome one. Dante did some rough estimation at that fact. He must have wet soon after he fell asleep, his bladder further loosened by the fresh dose of angel milk.

Now dry, and rested, Dante found himself and his playmates plopped down in the middle of a cubicle room filled with toys, bocks, baby books, and other such diversions. Their Judy set them each down, gave them a pat on the tushie and told them to go play. Apparently, now was free play time in the nursery- or more accurately time to stretch their legs in the prison yard.

Within minutes, they were joined by other babies, their Judy’s carrying them in one at a time and setting them down. A few Judy’s took position as activity supervisors, attempting to coax the baby-kids into some form of play or another- maybe offering to read a story. Other Judy’s simply hung back at the perimeter of the cubicle and talked to each other while pointing at and making various side comments about their infant prisoners.

The Judy in the green dress was nowhere to be seen. Likely her wards were too rebellious to be allowed to play nice with the others, so they had been sequestered for further conditioning. Poor saps. Dante felt a (perhaps) undeserved sense of pity and superiority over them. If they kept struggling so openly, they‘d never get any freedom at all. Even small freedoms presented opportunities; opportunities that could be taken advantage of when the time was right….

Nope, at this rate they’d be just as doomed as Midori in no time; their Judy watching them like a hawk, smothering them with conditioning and pre-programmed motherly affection. Quiet defiance was the way to go, as far as Dante was concerned. If Dante was going to keep his sanity and even escape this place one day, (What, let a little threat like eternity as a newborn stop him completely? Naaaaaaaaah.) he’d have to play it cool and lay low. Right now, laying low meant getting with the program and getting some serious playtime on.

“Looks like we lucked out, today” Lysa said, surveying the population. Their Judy had decided that she looked “too precious” in pigtails and so had done her hair back up after nap time. “Not everyone here has been broken down yet.”

Dante spotted the girl who had done the wonderful finger-paint portrait, dressed in a pink onesie. Wearing denim shortalls, (lucky punk) was the elementary kid who had made the play-doh man. A few others who Dante hadn’t seen earlier the day also seemed to possess the spark of sentience in them.

“I was afraid I‘d be stuck with you all day,” she said, batting her eyes in a facetious attempt to look innocent. She was back to playfully messing with him. Dante didn’t take the bait.

They started spreading out and crawling around, looking for activities to do and talking to each other; those that could talk anyways. A few of the older kids occupied themselves by playing with and talking motherese to actual infants. Dante supposed that fawning and cooing over a real baby allowed them to keep the sense that they were at least mentally mature. All in all, there were probably about two dozen rugrats and eight rug watchers in this area.

“Is that a T.V. over there?” asked Dante, pointing to a big-screen at the far end of the play area. A large quilted blanket was spread out on the floor directly in front of it. Some stuffed animals were scattered over it, though there were plenty more elsewhere.

“Oh…yeah.” Lysa answered, “that? You can go watch T.V., if you want. You go lay on the blanket, and they’ll turn it on for you. I wouldn’t waste my time though.”

“Why?” asked Dante. If this was another brain washing thing like the milk, Dante needed to know up front. Then again, if it were, wouldn’t T.V. time be mandatory?

“Unless you’re interested in reviewing your ABC‘s and 123‘s”, Lysa told him, “again and again, and again, it won’t be very stimulating. Even if you show you learned something, the Judy’s ignore it or don‘t believe it.”

“What do you mean?” Dante arched an eyebrow.

“One time,” Lysa explained, “early on, I wrote an entire letter in crayon about why I should be treated like an adult. I showed it to one of them. The laughed and said it was the cutest thing they had ever seen. They asked me who wrote this for me, and started passing it around to each other, trying to figure out who REALLY wrote it. I was so pissed off I started bawling my eyes out. All I got for my trouble was a bottle of milk. “ Though Dante couldn’t say he was at all surprised, he did feel a slight tinge of anger on Lysa’s behalf. These Judy’s were either willfully ignorant or sadistically stupid.

“Some of the cartoons are so lousy, I swear the Judy’s actually made them right here in Limbo just to torture us. Like, there’s this stupid show called ‘Dora the Explorer‘ ”, Lysa mimed gagging herself with her finger down her throat. “It’s about this little Spanish girl that-”

“-I’ve heard about it,” Dante interrupted. “It’s actually a real show among the living right now. It’s very popular among babies and little kids. Lysa paused and stared, completely silent.

“I am soooo glad I’m dead right now.” she said finally. “Anyways, I’m going to hang out with some of the other non-droolers. You comin’?”

Dante shook his head. “Nah, I still need some time to adjust to this place. I need something a little more quiet and low stress. I think I’ll go try my luck and be a couch potato.”

“Don’t you mean a blanket bean?” Lysa corrected. “No couches here, see?” Dante rolled his eyes but allowed himself a smile. “Oh well, suit yourself, kid. Come on Dori, let’s go play with the smart kids.” Dori grinned and shook her head no. She stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry at Lysa, as she crawled up beside Dante.

“Seriously?” Lysa asked. She shrugged her shoulders, “Oh well, whatever. I’m going to be building block towers with the others. Maybe we can play King Kong when we’re done and I’ll get to be Fae Wrae. You two can come hang out when you‘re done vegging.” Lysa then crawled away in a bit of a harrumph.

“Seriously?” Dante asked, looking at Midori. Midori grinned again and gave a spastic head nod. She must really like him.

Dante crawled towards the television, with Midori close behind. The crinkling sound they made as they crawled made Dante think of unwrapping a hundred little butterscotches. Clearly, Midori had some level of intelligence since she responded to verbal questions and commands. Then again, Dante had read in his AP Psychology class that babies tended to learn to understand language first before expressing it. So this could be all according to her programming.

Dante found himself acutely worried about Midori’s affections. He was totally not down with flirting with someone who, for all intents and purposes, was the infant they were dressed up as. The whole thing was just a giant turn off in that respect.

Midori for her part didn’t seem to notice Dante‘s reluctance or discomfort. Maybe Dori just looked at him like some kind of a big brother, he hoped. If Dante had to give the “let’s just be friends” talk to someone who was genuinely interested in munching on her own toes, his existence will have hit rock bottom. Just considering the possibility that he might have to give that talk was bad enough.

They reached the large blanket in front of the T.V. and Dante stretched out to lay on his belly. A Judy with black hair wearing nursery scrubs, like his Judy, came over and turned on the set for him. Midori, more interested in Dante than the T.V. leaned forward and stared at Dante, forgetting that her butt was sticking up in the air.

The screen filled with pastel colors. Two cartoon babies, a boy and a girl in nothing but pink and blue t-shirts an diapers came on screen. A real life woman walked on screen beside them. Great, blues-clues rip off. She looked at the cartoon babies, and started signing. “Come on Alex and Leah, it’s baby signing time.” she spoke as she signed.

Ah-hah! Baby sign-language. This place really did keep up with the times. Teaching babies sign language before they could talk was a trend that was really gaining steam in America. Proponents of it said that infants learned to communicate visually way before they learned to communicate verbally. This resulted in far less tantrums since they could communicate their needs and much easier potty training.

Midori’s eyes instantly became glued to the screen. She was obviously enthralled. While not as hypnotized as Midori, Dante was genuinely interested. If these angels kept up with the times and trends of child-rearing, then if he learned sign language, even at a basic baby level, the Judy’s would have to respond to his signals. They’d respond as if a baby signed them, but they’d still respond. This could be useful.

The woman- Rachel she called herself as she broke the fourth wall and talked to the audience- wore a bright yellow jacket and plain black pants. More interestingly, she had a blue band around each thumb and forefinger, while her other three fingers one each hand had an orange band. Clever. This made it easier to see which fingers she was using for her signs.

What followed was basically what one might expect. The woman talking to the camera, teaching basic signs that babies might need. Every single example (without exception) was followed by cutaways of actual babies practicing the signs, and other children (likely 3 or 4 year olds) doing voice over work identifying what each sign meant.

For example: The word eat would flash on the screen, and the hostess would say “Eat. It’s like you have food in your hand and you’re putting it in your mouth. Can you sign eat?” Then she would mime the sign for eat. A babyish voice from off screen would echo “Eat.” Then the camera would cut away to various infants and toddlers signing “Eat” while the same babyish voice would say “Eat” or “He’s signing eat”. Then there’d be a thirty second song of the hostess singing about eating her favorite foods.

Repeat this basic process for “drink“, “crackers“, “water“, “cereal”, “milk“, “banana“, and “juice“, and you basically had the first ten minutes of the program. Simple, easy to learn, and soooooo boring. Dante only needed to see the example from the hostess and hear the pneumonic device, and he had it. The rest of the sequence was just padding to him. (Heh. A baby show with padding.)

Midori, on the other hand, was practicing right along with the real babies onscreen. Her mindset was clearly the target audience for the show, even if her body was in the wrong demographic. Still, for the sake of his experiment, Dante was determined to watch this program and learn sign language.

Dante suddenly felt the urge to urinate and instantly let loose a stream into his diaper. Once you got over the whole “I’ve been discouraged from doing this for the vast majority of my life.” and looked past the thought of “that nice warm feeling on my crotch is my own urine,” this whole forgetting potty training thing wasn‘t that bad.

Actually, Dante remembered vaguely, using the potty involved stopping what you were doing and going to it to pee, and you probably weren’t allowed to play during that time or watch T.V. . What a drag! If he had still been potty trained, Dante would have had to get up, gone to find a potty, figured out how to use it, and then come back. During that time he would have missed learning the signs for “mom”, “grandma”, “dad”, and “grandpa”. He would have wasted potential knowledge because he was expected to take care of his own bladder. Instead, he had gotten to just let loose. Instant satisfaction, delaying of consequences, the American way.

Still, as the padding and gels did their work, and the urine inside began to cool, the diaper would become cold and clammy. Dante definitely did not like that feeling. Then he’d have to get a diaper change, and as far as time constraints went, that was just as bad as going potty. Dante could just deal with the coming discomfort until the end of the show, or…

“Judy!” Dante called out, “Mama Judy!” The Judy who had turned on the television had stayed close by and monitored Dante and Midori’s behavior. She bent over, her hands on her knees so that she could look at Dante.

“What’s wrong sweetie?!” The Judy asked. Her face didn’t show terrible concern, but then again, Dante’s face didn’t show terrible distress either.

“Drink!” Dante said as he held an imaginary cup and tipped it to his lips. “Drink!”

The Judy “awwwed” uncontrollably. “Do you want a drink, honey?” she asked. Dante nodded. “Do you want a milky ba-ba?” She squeezed the air, kind of like she was milking a cow. Obviously she had been watching the program too. Dante shook his head vigorously. He purposefully giggled as he did so, copying Midori’s natural tendency so that the Judy might be disarmed.

“Water.” Dante said, making a “W” shape with his hand by holding up his middle three fingers and touching it to his chin. “Drink water.”

“You want some water?” Dante spazzed his head in an affirmative nod. Finally, an adult figure that could understand him! Even though he was the one in a wet diaper, Dante felt like he had just taught a chimp to communicate. The Judy walked over to a nearby mini-fridge and pulled out a baby bottle filled with water. “Here you go, kiddo,” she said as she handed him the bottle.

Dante repositioned himself so that he was laying down on his back. He grabbed a near by teddy bear and requisitioned it as a pillow, and started sucking down the water as fast as he could, even though he wasn’t particularly thirsty. Midori was so busy looking at the screen, if she noticed Dante’s change relative to her, she didn’t show it.

While Dante repositioned himself, a new segment came on. It was titled “Diaper Dance”. Basically it just showed a bunch of clips of babies dancing in nothing but their diapers; maybe a T-shirt or two. In the middle of the song, Rachel the hostess came on screen and said “Diaper. Close two fingers and your thumb, right at your diaper.” She lowered her hands to her waist and started miming like she was playing two invisible castanets. “Diaper,” she repeated.

Then, she took placed her thumb between her pointer and middle finger and shook her whole hand like she was waving hello. “This is the sign for potty.”, she indicated. “Potty.” Then as predicted, the camera cut to clips of various babies and toddlers, signing “diaper” and “potty”. Dante gave a yawn of contentment as he finished his bottle. The next segment of the show taught him the sign for “more”, which he quickly used as he ordered the Judy to get him “more water”. This order she quickly complied with and he chugged the water bottle and gave a loud burp in response.

As the ending credits to “Baby Signing Time” rolled, Dante’s diaper had already begun to cool and itch. His nether regions were just starting to become uncomfortable when his brilliant plan sprang into action. Dante let lose a second barrage of liquid gold into the thick and thirsty padding between his thighs.

The padding immediately encasing his penis was already saturated from his last wedding, so the pee bounced off and tickled his pubic area before soaking into the bottom area around his taint. Dante let out a giggle and wore a satisfied smirk on his face. If he could keep very hydrated, he could pee into his diaper often enough where it wouldn’t get cold.

Granted, he’d have to get changed eventually, as otherwise the diaper would leak or burst, but this was more on his terms.

“Yay! Dante learned baby signs!” the Judy cheered. “Dante learned baby signs!” “Who’s a clever boy? Who’s a clever boy? You are! Yes you are!” Dante nodded. He was indeed clever, he agreed; though perhaps not for the same reason as she was thinking.

The diaper continued to bulge and expand, pleasantly encasing Dante’s loins. Dante wondered if he peed enough, would his diaper break free of the onesie he had on? Now this feeling was good. All warm, wet, and mushy in all the right places. Dante wondered if this is what the inside of a woman felt like. (Yeah, yeah, he had died a virgin, so what?)

Dante was interrupted by a gurgling noise coming from his gut. Cramps soon followed. Uh oh! Somehow, Dante had forgotten about the OTHER inevitability where total lack of potty training was concerned. He really didn’t want to poop in his diaper. It was something he just wasn’t ready for, and even his positive experience with wet diapers couldn’t convince him to try this willingly.

Dante was desperately wishing there was a potty nearby. Even though he couldn’t remember how to use it, maybe he could figure out how to once he found one. Or maybe the Judy’s could help him. That’s it! The Judy’s! They acted like caretakers and mommies! What mother wouldn’t help a small child go to the potty? It just made sense.

“Judy,” Dante cried out as he sat back up, “Mama Judy!” The same Judy who had watched “Baby Signing Time” with him came up and asked what was the matter. Dante put his right thumb between his right forefinger and shook it. “Potty!” he said, “I need to go potty!” He used his left hand to hold his poor stomach as the cramps got more intense. Any second now.

“Potty?” she asked, then shook her head. “Noooo, Dante, you wear diapers. Diaper.” She started playing invisible castanets around her waistband. “Diaper.” She bent over and patted the front of his diaper. She felt it squish as soon as she touched it.

“Ooooh” the angel woman concluded, “You mean you went potty in your diaper? Is that it?”

“No you dumb whore!” Dante, swore through gritted teeth while doing everything he could to clench his cheeks. “I want you to take me to the potty!” A rude noise escaped from between Dante’s clenched cheeks.

“Oooooh !,” the Judy said with some realization. “Are you about to have a poopie diaper and you want to go potty?” Danted nodded his head emphatically, both arms clenching his gut as the cramps went to new levels. “Don’t worry about it, baby.” she smiled a little too sweetly, “Just make poopies in your diaper and Mama Judy will change you when you’re aaaaall done. But you gotta make the signs for it.” She waved her hands in front of her face as if to say “no more, no more” and then played invisible castanets on her waste band. “All Done!” she chirped. “Diaper. All done!” she repeated. “Diaper!”

This was madness. What kind of caretaker would deliberately tell a child who was trying not to poop themselves to do just that? The kind who‘s job it is to treat their child like their not competent enough. The angel had to know that he wasn’t really a baby, she had to. It’s the only option that made sense.

Finally overcome with pain, Dante rolled onto his back. His legs lifted off the ground and scrunched up slightly as his body started to push the mess out. Dante felt the warm mess leave him and enter the back of his diaper, pressing up against his bum.

He started grunting, deliberately trying to get the vile stuff out of him, so that he could get this over with. He wanted to gag at the smell. The diaper’s perfume did a decent job of disguising the scent of stale urine, but it was no match for the brown bombs that he was dropping in his backseat.

Dante closed his eyes. Even though he couldn’t see, it felt like everyone must be watching him. He didn’t hear the sounds of playing elsewhere in the nursery. He couldn’t even hear the television. He was in a black hole of sound. The world had stopped. Him dropping a deuce had become the main attraction of the afternoon.

Finally, the cramps subsided and Dante felt he couldn’t push out anymore. He lowered his legs, and instantly felt the mess being moved around in his diaper. The sounds of playtime had entered his ears again, but he still had the feeling he was being watched. When he opened his eyes again, he saw all 8 of the Judy’s staring down at him, expectant smiles on their faces.

Defeated, exhausted, and still on his back, Dante waved his hands in front of him. “All done.” he said. Then he placed his thumbs down on where the tapes to his diaper were around his waist and clapped his first two fingers against his thumbs. “All done diaper.”

“See? I told you he learned to sign.” The Judy who had turned on the television said to her cohorts.

“Who’s a clever boy?!” They all praised as he laid in his own mess. “Who’s a clever boy?!” Dante grimaced.

“More importantly,” one of them said, “who’s going to change him?”

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Dante’S Infanzia – Chapter 7: Choosing battles.

Written by: Personalias

Dante stared at the toothless boy who was shamelessly breastfeeding from the wet nurse. A lump formed in the back of Dante’s throat. Now he knew why Lysa, despite close to 60 years being treated this way, had never tried to escape. This place might not be Hell, but it was looking close enough the more Dante learned. For all it pretended to be a daycare center, Limbo still couldn’t change the fact that it was a prison for lost souls.

“Thanks for showing me that,” Dante said to Lysa, as the stroller started moving again. Midori had settled down after her brief, Lysa-trained tantrum. “These guys don’t mess around,” he added.

“Don’t worry about it,” Lysa responded, “I benefit just as much as you do.” Dante’s eyebrow cocked.

“What?” Lysa asked casually, as though Dante were asking a stupid question. “You think I’m trying to help you just out of the kindness of my heart? I’m a survivor, kid, not a savior. Dori cracked and went full baby years ago. Now she makes a good pet, but she’s a lousy conversationalist. If I don’t have an intelligent conversation every once in a while, I’ll go full baby too.” Dante’s feelings should have been hurt by this confession, but they weren’t. If anything, it made him like Lysa more. Greed and self-preservation were emotions that a man could trust. Ideals and sentimentality made someone unpredictable.

The ruthless, reptile part of Dante’s brain definitely liked Lysa. She was aggressive and obnoxious, but knowledgeable, and ruthless in her own way as well. She knew when to recognize emotions, and when to disregard them and go with logic.

It’s a shame she had ended up here, really. If she had gone to college like she had intended, she could have had a very productive life. Once Dante got the swing of things around here, this could turn into a beautiful and mutually beneficial friendship. The fact that Lysa was being so brutally honest about her reasons only cemented the partnership in Dante’s eyes.

“The Judy’s are getting better and better at their jobs every year.” the girl went on as the Newborn Room doors whirred open and the big babies were wheeled back into the main nursery, “and because of that I’m getting fewer and fewer people to shoot the poop with every year.”

“So if you train my mind up,” Dante finished her thought, “we can keep close by and keep each other from ending up like Dori.” Midori had heard her name and started babbling nonsensically from the Judy‘s back. Dante called back, “Love you too, Dori!” The babbling quieted.

“Exactly,” Lysa said, a small show of pride on her face. “You know, Dante, you’re pretty smart….when you’re not crying like a wimp or throwing a complete temper tantrum.” she giggled. She balled her hands into fists and placed them on her cheeks. She started rotating her fists to make the classic “cry baby” pose “Wah wah. I’m dead. Wah! Why didn’t they draw on my face?” Even Dante had to laugh at himself, remembering that performance earlier this morning.

“Oh yeah?” Dante said good naturedly, “You’re pretty good at getting sophisticated, and thoughtful, and deep….until you wet yourself.”

Lysa laughed, nodding her head. “Yeah, that’s the problem with getting philosophical around here: the more you talk, the better chance you have of peeing your pants right in the middle of it, and ruining the whole mood.”

“Then it’s a good thing neither of us are wearing pants, isn’t it?” he grinned. Lysa burst out into a full hysterical cackle. If she hadn’t been buckled in so tightly, she would have definitely been doubled over in laughter.

“Good one,” she said once she had regained enough composure to talk. She stuck her hand out for a high-five and Dante obliged her.

“So,” Dante asked. “How’d you and your sister end up here, on the same day no less?”

“Huh?” Lysa said, caught off guard. “Oh right, that. I figured you were gonna ask that. I’d rather not talk about it right now.” She looked away to avoid Dante’s gaze.

“Come on,” Dante gently nudged, “I’ll tell you my death, if you tell me yours.”

“You,” Lysa said pointedly, still not looking at Dante, “probably died acting like a party animal and a hot dog after drinking too much.” Damn. She had him in there. “Probably at some stupid early birthday party to celebrate your ‘man hood’”, she added. Ouch. This was the problem of having emotional breakdowns and ranting in front of smart girls. Against the better part of his valor, Dante still tingled with curiosity. Time for another tactic.

“Oh come on, Lysa,” he persisted. “It’s not like you murdered your little sister.” Lysa’s head whipped around and looked him dead in the eye.

“Her name is Caroline,” she spat, “and I did not murder her.”

“Well, what else am I to think with you doing the whole silent and guilty thing?” Dante asked, trying to sound innocent and failing miserably. “I mean, if you tell me the truth, there’s no way I’d think that you were responsible for Caroline’s death.”

“You want the truth?!” Lysa hissed. “Fine.” She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them.

“My father wasn’t what you would call a good man,” she began. “He drank and had a temper. Even when he was sober he had a temper, but especially when he drank. He used to beat my mother all the time. I was lucky to get even one baby sister, from all the miscarriages he caused. But the cops never looked into it. Damn sons of bitches” she cursed. Dante felt horrible and it must have shown. Lysa’s face softened, as did her tone.

“It was a different time,” Lysa said in explanation. As if that could explain it. “Anyway, soon after Caroline was born, he came home VERY drunk one night. More drunk than usual. When I woke up, he was shouting at my mother. Caroline was crying her head off. Something about the new baby ruining everything.

“Then,” she kept talking, “I heard my mother screaming; telling him to let the baby go. To stop shaking the baby.” The lump in Dante’s throat reformed. He had a sinking feeling about what was coming next. But he let her continue. He had asked for this after all.

“My mom’s screaming only got louder when the baby stopped. Dad decided to try and shut her up, so he started swinging on her too. Then she got real quiet.”, Lysa whispered. “I ran and took his hunting rifle from the fireplace mantle. Then I went and splattered his brains all over the silly clown wallpaper.” she shuddered.

“I had wanted to go to college, mostly so I could get out of that place. But after that, I knew there was no going to college. So I ran upstairs, took out his shaving razor,” Lysa took two fingers and raked them across her wrist, “and ended it the only way I could bear.” Through all this, Lysa didn’t even shed one single tear. Only the slightest tremble in her voice gave hint at any emotion resembling sadness. Poor girl had gone numb from the ages.

“Happy?” Lysa asked.

“No.” Dante answered.

“Good.”, she said.

“Man, that’s fucked up,” Dante exclaimed.

“Yeah, it is.” Lysa confirmed. They rolled on through twists in turns in silence for a few moments. “Oh look,” she said, her tone brightening as the grayish blue carpet gave way to checkered linoleum. “Lunchtime!”

They came upon what looked like a kitchen set-up. A white refrigerator sat in the corner. In the middle of the floor, about a dozen high chairs- most of them already occupied with babies of various ages- sat in a semicircle. Three more Judy’s: A ginger in a green dress, a tow-headed Judy in jeans and a white t-shirt with colorful handprints on it, and dark haired one in a cardigan sweater- had already begun spoon feeding their kids.

Dante hadn’t spotted this area yet either, but considering there were bottomless trashcans and magical supply cabinets, he supposed it was possible for the floors and play areas to change as they needed. This might have been like a giant “Room of Requirement” geared specifically for big babies.

“Sorry, we’re late gang,” the Judy in the scrubs said. “We just got done with a visit to Caroline.” The other Judy’s just nodded and said the equivalent of “don’t worry about it.” as their Judy walked over to three empty highchairs and began detaching the holding trays. They were the modern style high chairs, the kind designed to cradle the occupant as they were being spoon fed.

Dante’s eye was drawn to a group of three high-school age kids, two guys and a girl. This was partially because unlike the other children, they were locked into the old-fashioned style of highchairs, with a straight back and a hard seat.; their arms were all pinned to their sides. Mostly though, this was because they were all stripped naked save for their diapers. (What could he say? Dante’s eye was drawn to a decent rack.) Not even bibs adorned their persons, and their torsos were covered with some kind of glop. Baby food. All the Judy’s had plastic bowls full of the stuff placed on the trays.

“I just got them yesterday,” the redhead Judy in the green dress said to her cohorts. “They’re such fussy eaters that I don’t even bother to dress them for meal time. I just strip them out of their little outfits and redress them when they’re done.” The other Judy’s nodded their approval.

“Dante’s new too,” the blonde Judy in the scrubs said, “but he’s been a little angel all day.” She unbuckled Dante from the stroller and hoisted him up into the highchair. He could feel one of the boys staring at him. He swore he heard the word “freak” muttered as the tray was clicked into place. Fuck that guy. He was on the fast track to complete babification at this rate.

The three topless prisoners struggled against their bonds to no avail, as one at a time their Judy tried to spoon feed them. They twisted and turned their heads, resulting in most of the glop getting smeared on their cheeks instead of in their mouths. The fire in their eyes looked less threatening once you took in their current state of dress. One of them, not realizing that the stain would disappear on contact, spat food right at the redheaded Judy. The Judy did not even register it. She just persisted in trying to spoon feed the young man.

Suddenly, the girl wailed out, “NOT AGAAAAAIIIIN!” as she stared down between her legs. “Why can’t I go potty anymore?! I just wanna go home!” She broke down and started sobbing. The Judy in the green dress assured her that if she was a good girl and finished all of her num-nums, then she’d get changed into a nice, dry diaper before nap time. The girl nodded meekly and allowed herself to be fed. The other baby teens either pretended not to notice these goings on, or were really too far gone themselves to care.

Dante’s Judy went over to the refrigerator and brought out three bowls of much. It looked like it had the consistency and texture of applesauce, save that it was rainbow colored. Dante was worried, but a quick glance at Lysa showed her to be unconcerned. He thought about fighting it- he didn’t really want to be spoon fed, after all- but one look at the other three new arrivals made him think otherwise. Besides, his stomach reminded him, he was hungry. Other than the bottle of milk, he hadn’t eaten anything since he got here.

The Judy tied a bib around Dante and his two companion’s necks. Midori’s read: “Spit Up Happens.” Lysa’s had “Lunch is on ME!” written on hers. He looked down at his own, and read it upside down. His own bib said, “SIMH L Stuck In My Highchair.” Great. These were angel moms with a sense of humor.

The Judy took out a rubber tipped spoon and dipped it into the rainbow colored glop. Dante opened her mouth and she spooned it right in. Thank goodness she wasn’t doing the stupid “here comes the choo-choo train” routine. He was feeling too hungry right now to want to wait on some stupid game.

The glop wasn’t bad at all. It was chilled from the refrigerator, and actually tasted a little bit like an applesauce slushy. What caught Dante off guard, though, was how the stuff expanded in his mouth a moment after touching his tongue. His cheeks puffed out as his mouth became more crowded, and Dante swallowed the stuff down as fast as he could. A little bit of the stuff burst from his unprepared lips and dribbled out onto his chin, sliding down onto the bib.

“Whoops!” the Judy cried out, not actually sounding surprised, as she used the baby spoon to scrape some of the food off of Dante’s chin. “Good thing we put that bib on you, huh Dante?” Instantly Dante realized that this food was designed to make him need a bib and thus feel more dependent, more helpless, more babyish. Rather than losing his cool, Dante just smiled, nodded, and pretended he was giving her the middle finger.

“Thassa good boy!” the Judy praised. “Now give me just two more bites, and it‘ll be Lysa’s turn, then Midori‘s turn, then yours again.” Dante accepted that he couldn’t do anything to make this situation better, and accepted the two spoonfuls, mouth exploding applesauce and all.

Then, their Judy went to Lysa and did a similar routine. Three spoonfuls, then switch. Then to Midori. Then back to Dante. This routine continued till the Judy was scraping the bottom of the bowl and Dante was feeling good and full. The other babies were finishing up at about the same time.

“All gone,” Dante’s Judy proclaimed as she spooned in the last of the expanding glop past Dante’s lips. There wasn’t even enough left to leak out of his mouth, so Dante just gulped the stuff down. “Now, time for a milky ba-ba and a niiiiiice nap.” the Judy said as she collected the bowls, threw them down a bottomless trashcan, went to the fridge.
Dante shot Lysa a look. “I thought you said…?” he began.

“I said they feed us the milk AT LEAST twice a day.” Lysa interrupted. “Sometimes they do more. I’m guessing it’s because of those three.” she said, indicating the three struggling prisoners in nothing but their diapers. “They wouldn‘t calm down enough.”, she said.

The ginger Judy in the green dress had already managed to force the nipple of one bottle past the lips of one of the struggling boys, and his eyes had gone vacant. The Judy let out his tray enough so he could move his arms and hold up the bottle himself. The broken girl in the wet diaper accepted hers without struggle and was just starting to smile from behind her bottle.

“When someone makes a lot of trouble here,” Lysa said, “they make it harder on all of us. Just let it happen,” she sighed resignedly, “and it’ll be over with before you know it.”

Dante did his own sigh, as the Judy in the scrubs handed him a bottle filled with the milk of human kindness. He accepted it and drank in the creamy liquid.

Instantly, his cares melted away as his thoughts became more infantile. He was engulfed in a sense of peace and serenity. He was so lucky to be here, he reflected. It was as if everything was going to be okay, no matter what. Dante could literally do no wrong here. He could play all day, or laze around, even pee himself, and no one would scold him. No Mrs. Applegate to quiz him. No parents to lecture him. This ruled!

Even though in the back of his mind, he knew this was all a lie, honestly, it wasn’t that different from being drunk. When you’re drunk you can rush to the bathroom, puke up the 5 rum and cokes you just power chugged, clean up a little bit, look in the mirror, and say “Damn, I look good.” Then go back to the party for more rum and cokes. You know you don’t really look that good, and you know it’s all a booze induced feeling of euphoria; but right then, you don’t really care because you’re euphoric. This was even better though, because there was no hangover, guaranteed. This milk got rid of hangovers.

Mama Judy took his empty ba-ba away, wiped his face with the bib, and unlocked the tray. She had been so good to him today. She checked his diaper and told him that he was dry (though he likely wouldn’t be for very long, not that it mattered.)

He could pee-pee in her arms right now, and she wouldn’t get mad. If he was really lucky, maybe Mama Judy and her friend in the green dress would have another race using him and the topless girl. That way he could “accidentally” cop a feel on her while he was having his penis wiped and stroked by Mama Judy. Dante’s padded crotch crinkled a little as his nether regions readjusted themselves at this thought.

Still dry, Dante made Mama Judy proud by giving two loud burps as she patted his back. Then she carried him out of the kitchen area and around a corner into an area with extra-large cribs. Mama Judy laid him down on his back in one of the cribs.

Looking up, Dante could see a mobile hanging over him. Stars, the sun and the moon, and the a comet all hung over Dante‘s head. Even better, they all had smiley faces painted on them. They were all happy celestial bodies! (Weird that Dante could remember the term “celestials,” but still couldn’t think of a synonym for potty.) Still tripping, Dante reached up for the plastic bodies, not even thinking to sit up. It was comfortable in this crib, and he didn’t want to sit up anyways. His hand didn’t even come close to grasping them.

Mama Judy reached up and flicked a switch. The mobile started turning, a soft mechanical whirring the only indication that it wasn’t magic. Dante had never been to a Pink Floyd concert, but he assumed it must be a lot like this. He was in awe.

“Sleep tight, little Dante,” Mama Judy cooed. “See you after your nappy nap.”

Entranced by the mobile, and high as a kite from the milk, Dante didn’t even hear Mama Judy as she left to go get his friends. Instead, he drifted off into a dreamless slumber just after popping his thumb into his mouth.

To Be Continued…

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Dakko’s Nursery – page 3/11

Dakko's Nursery - page 3/11

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Please not this is not a drawing that i have made and the character is not me.

This is an awesome diaper comic. And i agree whit the octopus babys wear and use diaper and have pacifier in there mouths to so they are calm and relax baby’s :)

Wounder what is going to happen whit Dakko in the next pitcher? Hope it is snuggling time or maybe playtime.

Dakko’s Nursery – page 2/11

Dakko's Nursery - page 2/11

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Please not this is not a drawing that i have made and the character is not me.

What do you think is going to happen whit KaaLover? Can it be something bad or something good thing?

Should be very nice and see what is going to happen :)

Dakko’s Nursery – page 1/11

Dakko's Nursery - page 1/7

Finally got myself to finish coloring the first page, yaay xD Hope you like it!

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Please not this is not a drawing that i have made and the character is not me.

Can this be a dream or is it real? What do you think is going to happen in the next pitcher? Should be nice to see that.

Of forts, maps, trees, and misogny

Of forts, maps, trees, and misogny

Just onecho and my lil bro, akastus, enjoying some play time in the nursery! ^_^ I may use a big boy bed, but I still prefer to stick close to my younger brother and the fort allows me to do that often…as long as Momma is okay with it! :)

Please, direct all your gratitude to the master of all things littlefur, reva_the_scarf. I am merely the one who came up with a few ideas; he made them live! ^^

Please not this is not a drawing that i have made and the character is not me.

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Playtime is fun special in the nursery :)

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