3 – Sweet Trans Mommy / Blank Slate / Baby You A Little

Dotty came to, with her body arched and her head thrown back until she was looking at the wall behind her, its pacifier pattern upside down. What she took for a railing holding her up was the powerful arm of the huge woman who’d just come down the elevator. Though Dotty managed to regain her feet, the big woman held her waist securely.

“Are you a robot?” Dotty asked, her thoughts still spinning.

“Silly Baby, of course not. I’m just a sweet trans mommy, Dr. Fanny O’Flogger, at your service.”

“Trans? Like the Siberian Orchestra?” Charles asked.

 “Both you poor babies seem to be a bit – rattled.”

O’Flogger produced a brightly colored rattle from her generous cleavage, shook it, and tossed it to Violet. She swept forward, leaving Dotty no choice but to scurry along. Charles  followed along lamely, shrugging when Dotty looked back with a pleading expression.

“Again, we just need to get on your Wi-Fi…” Charles trailed off with a small yelp as Hoi Polloi pulled his shirt up.

“We have to get you out of these wet things, Surely you don’t want to be standing here, basting in your own filth?” O’Flogger swung Dotty up to sit on a table and had her shorts off before she could do more than squeak.

“Charles!” Dotty whimpered.

“Uh, let’s just play along for now.” Charles’ pants were down as well, Hoi Polloi and Violet were quite effectively man-handling him.

Dotty put her hands over her eyes when O’Flogger peeled off her panties. If she couldn’t hide her nakedness from the room, going full ostrich seemed like the next best option. The replacement she got for her wet underwear was soft and padded. The doctor pulled Dotty’s shirt off, despite her resistance, as if she were an uncooperative toddler.

“This is a diaper!” Dotty protested.

“It’s a pullup, Baby Girl. Since you’ve both had an accident, I have to take – precautions. You understand. Expensive carpets, insurance requirements, all that.” O’Flogger smiled broadly at Dotty. The doctor’s smile didn’t engender any friendly feeling, it made Dotty feel like a mouse cowering before a cat.

Herded off the table by Violet, Dotty stood next to Charles, one arm across her chest, the other hovering in front of her pullup. Her fiancé was in the same state of dress, and just as lamely trying to cover up his pullup.

Fanny reached into her bra for a whistle and blew it. Like magic, all the motionless party-goers climbed to their feet. Dotty shivered at the feeling of being surrounded and scooted up against Charles.

“Car trouble was it? Poor babies, there won’t be anyone able to come out here for hours, if we get anyone on the weekend at all. Don’t panic! If it takes all day – care is what you’ll get.”

Before either of them could form an answer to O’Flogger’s strange patter, the doctor swept past them and held her arms out to her guests. They all returned the gesture, reaching up like they were kids asking to be picked up.

“I have something very special for everyone today, expected and unexpected guests alike. I’d be overcome with joy if you’d join me in the Research Nursery for a demonstration.”

Wild cheers greeted that statement. Someone pushed Dotty from behind, forcing her to stumble away from Charles. Dr. O’Flogger stepped into the gap, arms on both their shoulders.

“That means you babies as well. After all, nothing’s ever really a coincidence, is it?” Fanny punctuated her statement with a resounding slap on both Dotty and Charles’ padded rears, sending them scurrying forward.

With Dr. O’Flogger stalking behind them and her two scrubs-clad minions hemming them in on the sides, Dotty and Charles were herded toward what looked like a blank wall. As they approached, the wall rolled upward, curving in sections like a garage door.

The new room featured in their nightmare of a day was the apex of all the weird décor in the facility. Enormous bean bags sat in the corners, piled with oversized stuffed animals. The floor was a plush mat of some kind, put together in puzzle-piece shaped tiles.

A playpen had been blown up to gigantic proportions, the top rail came to Charles’ head or Dotty’s shoulders. It should have looked absurd in the room, but the ceiling was triple-height. Along with a massive armchair, the room’s furniture made everyone but the huge O’Flogger look small. Even at her improbable height, Fanny appeared petite next to the chair.

At the back of the room was something big, under a sheet of shimmery pink satin. Violet and Hoi Polloi stopped our unfortunate heroine and hero in the middle of the room before joining Dr. O’Flogger at the mysterious covered object.

Dotty looked around frantically for a way to escape. The windows were absurdly high, but they were really big as well, and they looked like they opened. If Charles could boost her up, she could try opening the window and…

A woman pushed her way between Dotty and Charles, threading her arms through theirs. “You’re very lucky to see Mommy’s Research Nursery!”

“And you are?” Charles asked.

Annoyingly, he wasn’t trying to shake off the woman’s arm. Though Dotty had to admit she wasn’t either. These people had been too unpredictable for resisting them to feel safe.

“I’m Lesbiab!” The woman said excitedly. She was wearing a sparkly onesie, and her rear looked even bulkier than Dotty’s was.

Lesbiab? Dotty felt the once-stable ground shift under her yet again. I hit my head when the car hit that bump, that’s what happened. We’re both lying in the car with our heads cracked open, and this is all a crazy concussion dream.

“Lesbiab, Violet, Hoi Polloi, can you get them something that won’t have them feeling so – vulnerable?” Dr. O’Flogger asked. “It’s not often we get the chance host guests, let alone – pamper them.”

“We don’t need pampers, we just need your Wi-Fi!” Charles shouted.

Dotty braced herself for anger from Dr. O’Flogger, or outrage from the guests. There was neither. The doctor merely smirked, and the rest of the crowd ignored the outburst.

“What an energetic, fussy boy we have. How adorable.” Her eyes dropped to Charles’ pullup.

Blushing, Charles grabbed the fuzzy pajamas Violet was handing him. Dotty took a set of pajamas from Hoi Polloi. She felt ridiculous pulling up the pants with their bunny tail on the back, or the top with its bunny-ear hood, but it was better than standing around in her underwear. Charles’ pajamas had a little bear-eared hood that was quite cute, Dotty had to admit.

“Now that we’re all ready, let’s have our demonstration! Many of you have benefited from my Hypnotheraputic Regreformation Treatment, but none of you have grasped the full implications of what I’ve been trying to do. BEHOLD!”

Assisted by her minions, Dr. O’Flogger pulled back the pink satin to reveal a crib as oversized as the playpen and chair. There was a woman sleeping peacefully in the crib, dwarfed by it to the point that she looked like an oddly-proportioned baby. That illusion was enhanced by the enormous diaper she was wearing, the pacifier in her mouth, and the bonnet covering her perfect blonde curls.

“Look at her sleeping so soundly, despite all the ruckus! Why, I could vacuum under her crib and she wouldn’t wake up! Well, I wouldn’t be vacuuming, that’d be one of my servants, but you get the idea.” Fanny smirked. Behind her, Violet and Hoi Polli looked less than amused.

“BUT THAT’S NOT ALL!” O’Flogger shouted. True to her earlier word, the woman in the crib didn’t stir at the sound. “Witness the true extent of my genius as I demonstrate the perfect baby girl, my ultimate test subject, the nonpareil bambino… Tammy!”

Dr. O’Flogger reached into her cleavage for custom a remote control. How much stuff does she have in there? A projector hummed to life, casting an image of the remote on a square of white wall. The remote had a dial labeled, “Baby – Little – Mid”. There were switches labeled things like, “Sleep, Hungry, Fussy, Thirsty, Cuddly,” and so on, with no apparent organization.

Flicking the sleep switch to the off position produced a flat note that caused Tammy to stir and yawn. Dr. O’Flogger windmilled her arms at her minions, who proceeded to lower the crib side at a lackadaisical pace. Tammy sat up and was scooped into Fanny’s arms, triumphantly held on the doctor’s hip.

“With the application of Transonic Hypermelodic Input, our test subject has been reborn! Haven’t you, my precious little girl?”

“I love you, Mommy!” Tammy smiled sweetly.

The room erupted in applause. Dotty found herself joining in until Charles nudged her with his elbow. It’s weird that she’s all babied up and – sonic hypnotized – but she just looks so happy. I don’t know if I’ve ever been that happy.

“Why don’t you go introduce yourself to our guests, pretty girl?” Dr. O’Flogger set Tammy down, on her knees rather than standing.

Tammy promptly crawled to the first guests and babbled something at them. There was something in the girl’s cheerful, uncomplicated manner that stirred longing in Dotty’s heart. The moment she recognized the feeling, a pit of anxiety opened up in her stomach. It was one thing – and a weird one at that – to be envious of a girl so happy. It’d be quite another to be her.

“Charles.” Dotty hissed under her breath. “We have to get out of here.”

“We can’t go anywhere until we make a call.” Charles whispered back. “What are we supposed to do, walk for miles? In diapers?”

“They’re pullups!” Dotty protested.

Their conversation stalled with Tammy’s arrival. She looked up at Dotty and Charles, smiling her same happy smile. The pacifier she’d been sucking on in her crib was on a ribbon clipped to her bonnet. It bounced against her bare breasts as she moved. Every crawling movement she made was heralded by her diaper’s surprisingly loud crinkling.

“Hello! I’m Tammy! I’m Mommy’s good little girl. Can we be friends?”

Dotty stared at the girl in fascination, “W-was Tammy your name before you met the Doctor?”

“I’m a blank slate!” Tammy said, giggling and sitting back on her poofy rear. “Do you wanna play? If you wanna play you hafta come down here.”

Charles looked like he was frozen to the spot. Someone had to make sure the poor girl in front of them was okay. Dotty crouched down and put a hand on Tammy’s shoulder.

“What do you mean you’re a blank slate? Do you remember anything from before becoming a baby?”

“Nobody remembers from before they’re a baby, silly!” Tammy grinned. “What do you wanna play?”

“I want to ask you a few more questions before we play, Tammy. I mean before you were a baby here.”

“I told you I’m a blank slate. I have Mommy, and that’s perfect for me. If you won’t pick a game, I will. Tag! You’re it.” Tammy pounced on Dotty, knocking her to the floor. Tammy was apparently unclear on the rules of tag. Instead of running off, she lay on Dotty, smiling down at her.

Dotty shuddered. Suddenly being under a gorgeous girl was playing havoc with her already frazzled brain. Tammy smelled of vanilla and cherries. She was soft, warm, and heavy where her diaper rested on Dotty’s hips. It was suddenly very warm in the room.

I should push her off me. This is weird and it’s happening in front of my boyfriend. Fiancé I mean. Push her off, just push her off.

Dotty’s arms did not obey. Apparently emboldened by Dotty’s passivity, Tammy leaned in and nuzzled Dotty’s neck. Little shivers ran along Dotty’s skin. She realized she had her hands on Tammy’s waist, just above the girl’s diaper.

“I don’t think our guests are ready to play that way with you – yet, my darling.” Dr. O’Flogger scooped Tammy up into her arms.

Walking back to the center of the room, Dr. O’Flogger flipped a switch on the remote. Dotty got as far as sitting up on her elbows before she was transfixed by the sight of Tammy wetting her diaper. The translucent white of the girl’s diaper turned pale yellow as it sagged around Fanny’s arm.

“I hope you all realize now what I’m offering. The ultimate escape, the pinnacle of transformation. A chance to be cared for by me, Dr. Fanny O’Flogger, famed across our world and in spheres beyond. Consider it, my eager Little friends. In just seven days, I can Baby you a Little.”

There was more clapping. Dotty got unsteadily to her feet. As adoring party goers gathered around Dr. O’Flogger to congratulate her, the scrubs-clad minions were advancing on Dotty and Charles.

“Mommy says it’s time you two were shown your rooms.” Violet said.

“But we’re not staying…” Dotty whimpered.

“Come with us.” Hoi Polloi put his hands on Charles and forced him toward a door. Violet had a hold of Dotty and shuffled her off in the opposite direction. Dotty reached pleadingly for Charles, but he was gone.

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Betty Beige: It is on this occasion that we must remind you, dear reader, of the diabolical way that every trace of this weird operation vanished. If there were things for which our Heroine’s captor had not planned, they were surely minor details.

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In a daze, Dotty let Violet push her down a hallway. They reached a door, through which Dotty was unceremoniously shoved. Violet quipped something about a nap that Dotty half-heard. Without waiting for a response, the purple haired nurse left, closing the door firmly behind her.

Dotty’s room was all lace and puffy fabric. It’s main feature was a canopy bed that was the combination of all little girl dreams about sleeping like a princess. The carpet was so plush that Dotty’s felt like she’d sink to her ankles with every step. There was a soft scent of roses in the air. Everything was soft, all the corners were blunted and padded.

The bed was covered by a veritable parliament of stuffed animals, soft friends of every description. There were no windows, but somehow that made Dotty feel cozy, rather than trapped. The only annoyance was a soft whine at the edge of her hearing, like a refrigerator or television screen. Behind the bed was a changing table, more than big enough for someone Dotty’s size.

I’m sure the door is locked. It’d be silly to even test it. I just have to wait here until – until I get a chance to escape. Now’s not the time, they just put me in here, I’m sure they expect me to try to get out right away.

Tentatively, Dotty climbed on the bed. She had to work her way around the stuffies to get on it at all. Lying down put her in fuzzy trench, with stuffies pressing in on all sides. She hoped Charles was okay. They needed an escape plan. Her thoughts refused to do anything as organized as plan. Instead, she found her mind returning to the moment when Tammy had wet herself.

Dotty needed to pee again, and thinking about Tammy’s accident was making it worse. There was no other door to lead to a bathroom. She’d already firmly established in her mind that she couldn’t leave the room.

That’s why Dr. O’Flogger put me in this pullup, that’s why there’s a changing table in here. It makes perfect sense. Her whole thing is making people act like babies. If I don’t use my pullup now – I’ll need to pee later, and it’ll ruin my escape attempt.

The bits of Dotty’s argument to herself felt like they fit together perfectly. Wetting herself was the best thing she could do to escape. All she had to do was let go – and her pullup was filling up fast. Dotty grabbed a stuffie and hugged it, riding out the embarrassment of wetting her pants twice in one day.

It’s okay. I had to do it. I had no choice, same as in the car.

She would never have admitted it to Charles, but the squishy pullup around Dotty’s waist was not an unfamiliar sensation. Pullups had been part of her life at night and even sometimes during the day until she got to high school. Not that I wore them every night. I wasn’t a baby!

Dating and self-discipline with drinking liquids had eliminated Dotty’s need for pullups. If she had to go to the bathroom a lot, it wasn’t such a big deal. People usually made jokes about women with small bladders and left it at that.

Sitting now in a warm, wet pullup, Dotty shivered. Did I really miss this feeling? It felt freeing and naughty at the same time. Squishing the sagging padding made her think of how Tammy’s diaper had squished on the doctor’s arm. Tammy, with her flawless body and empty-headed flirtatiousness.

The door opened on a Dotty who was sitting in a pile of stuffies, rubbing her crotch. She stared at Dr. O’Flogger’s enormous frame, which filled the doorway.

“What’s this? A baby girl playing with herself?”

“No I was – I couldn’t get out of the room so I had to wet – it wasn’t my fault and I was just making sure it wouldn’t leak!”

The door closed behind Fanny. She advanced on Dotty, looming over the much smaller girl. Dr. O’Flogger’s awesome bosom was dangerously close to Dotty’s face. Thud, thud, thud, went Dotty’s heart, a bass accompaniment to her ragged breaths. The smell of flowers and rich spice overwhelmed her nose.

“Wet too? Oh dear little girl, You need your Mommy to take care of you, don’t you?” Fanny cupped Dotty’s head in her prodigious hand. “Tell Mommy you need someone to take care of you.”

“No, I don’t. We really just need to get to our car – and make a call – but the call has to be first.”

“Dotty, Little Girl, tell Mommy you need her to take care of you.”

Dotty stared into the deep, dark eyes of the doctor – of O’Flogger – of Fanny – of – Mommy. “Mommy, I pottied my pants.”

“Did you now? Let me see.” Mommy lifted Dotty, smushing the girl’s face into her bosom and set her down on her back. Deftly, Mommy stripped Dotty’s pajama pants off. “Oh my goodness, you really did, Little Girl!”

Squirmy feelings wracked Dotty. Part of her mind was screaming at her to resist, but that part was far in the back, too far away to be loud. Mommy’s soothing tone was loud in her ears and the squish of her pullup was warm and comforting on her butt. The ever-present whine in the room broke up any thought that went on too long. Throughout all the confusing sensations, Mommy’s tremendous bust loomed over her.

Yet again, Mommy reached into her cleavage. A bulky black glove was the latest item to be fished out. It fit perfectly on Mommy’s hand, with a big chunk of plastic on the palm. As soon as Mommy cupped Dotty’s crotch, the glove buzzed with powerful vibrations. The waves of sensation shuddered through Dotty’s wet padding and massaged her whole crotch.

While the glove touched her, Dotty didn’t know anything except that she was writhing in pleasure. A whine of distress escaped her when the glove was withdrawn. Dotty came back to herself on Mommy’s lap, confronted with a breast the size of her head. A twist of Mommy’s torso brought Mommy’s fat nipple to Dotty’s mouth. Dotty Pottie didn’t need any instruction. She wrapped her mouth around that nipple and sucked urgently.

It should have been a shock to have body-hot milk in her mouth. Dotty accepted it as she’d accepted calling the huge woman Mommy. When the vibrator buzzed her crotch again, Dotty forgot even the semblance of questioning her situation.

There was pleasure thrumming between her legs, soft under her hands, and sweet in her mouth. She latched on to Mommy’s breast, moving only when a bright spark of bliss made her spasm. Similarly, her mouth was locked to Mommy’s nipple except when she was overcome by a particularly powerful moan.

It was with a full tummy and a leaky pullup that Dottie was transferred to the changing table. Somewhere along the way she’d lost her pajama top and her bra. Mommy tore the pullup sides and opened it like a diaper. Dotty didn’t have to lift her butt for the pullup to be thrown away, Mommy lifted the Little Girl’s ankles with a single hand.

“What a wonderful baby girl you are.” Mommy said, lightly tickling Dotty’s sides.

Giggling, Dotty shook her head. “No, I’m not a baby.”

“Yes you are, Dotty Potty. You’re just a little potty pants baby.”

“No, no I’m a big girl, I don’t have accidents anymore!”

“Then why were your pants wet when you came here? Why was your pullup wet when I found you in your room?”

“Well – okay, sometimes I have accidents, but not usually. I’m really careful!”

“You don’t have to be careful here, Little Girl. I’m putting you in a nice big diaper so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

“Like Tammy’s?”

“Almost as fancy as hers. If you’re a very good Little Girl, maybe you’ll be my favorite some day.”

“I don’t want to forget like she does.”

“Well you’re not in line for the treatment anyway. That’s only for really good girls.”

“I’m not a good girl?”

“You’re working on it. Do as Mommy says, and you’ll get there.”

Mommy blew a raspberry on Dotty’s tummy. She shrieked and giggled. The pacifier Mommy put in her mouth seemed to signal the end of the conversation. Dotty sucked on nipple happily. It was big for a pacifier, fitting her mouth far better than a baby’s paci would have. The slight weight of the plastic shield on her lips soothed her almost as much as having her mouth full did.

In a dreamy state, she felt Mommy wipe her down with nice warm wipes. Lotion covered her butt, crotch, and abdomen, sparing nothing. Thick padding under her hips heralded the heavy smell of baby powder. Mommy wrapped the diaper snugly around Dotty, setting the tapes and stroking he girl’s breasts and belly.

“You’re so darling like this. Be a good baby for Mommy and wait in your room until it’s dinnertime, do you understand?”

Dotty nodded, smiling up at Mommy in a daze.

“Perfect. Who knew you’d be so – susceptible, considering who sent you here?”

“Hmm?” Dotty couldn’t force a word out around the rubble nipple in her mouth, but something about that statement made clouds in her otherwise happy mind.

“Oh don’t worry about it. You just worry about filling your pants.” Mommy laughed, carrying Dotty back to the bed. It was warm, almost too warm under the covers with stuffies piled on top.

“Naptime, Dotty Potty.” Mommy patted Dotty on the head and left. The spicy scent of Mommy’s perfume lingered long after the door was closed.

Dotty stared at the door, not sleepy, but with a stalled mind. In her warm, soft banket cocoon, she was so comfortable that moving felt impossible. The most she could manage was to keep sucking on her pacifier, working the rubber nipple like her life depended on it.