Chapter #7Talking Back by: Stella "Hey, you, I hate you. I really despise you. Stop treating me like a baby, turn me back to normal and let me go back home. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself!" you shouted. Deb turned around, looking angry. "How can you talk?" she demanded. "You may have made me look like a helpless baby, but I still have a mind of my own!" you shout. Deb looks annoyed at how she messed up. "So, bitch, what'll it be? You turn me back and let me off the hook, or I piss and shit all over your stupid house." you said. Deb quickly approaches the changing table, and you try to crawl away. She sweeps you off the table and makes her way to the rocking chair in the corner. Removing your diaper, Deb folds you over her knee to punish you by spanking. 'Come on, come on. Start shitting, pissing, do something!' you think. Deb shrieks as her hand makes contact with your backside, since she found it dirty. "Oh my god, what are you doing?!" she demands. Deb stands and you roll to the ground. Making a huge mess, not caring one bit, you start to crawl out of the room. Deb freaks out and tries to start cleaning up your waste, before it ruins her floor. You change your position so that you are now on your bum, and start scorching yourself down the stairs. Still making a mess on the carpeted steps behind you, you move along as quickly as you can. Deb is at the top of the stairs, about to go to the bathroom to get cleaning supplies, and you crawl quickly towards the kitchen. The side door to the house is only a few feet away. You can go through the dog door, and go find help. Your bladder and bowels stop, which is a relief, otherwise you would have been very likely covered in your own waste.
Once outside, you see a couple walking down the sidewalk, maybe ten feet away. Quickly, you crawl to the sidewalk and lay yourself on the concrete square. The dirty, slightly rashy state of your skin should be enough to let the couple know you need help. You start to cry, acting as infantile as possible as the couple reaches you. "Oh my, poor little baby. Left all alone out here on the sidewalk. Honey, he must be abandoned." the woman said. "Could be. He's naked, and dirty. He probably came from an abusive mother or father, because he's all bruised, especially on his lower body. There are abrasions near his neck, and finger shaped marks on his private area. He looks to have been sexually abused." the husband said. 'Is he a doctor?' you wonder, kicking your legs around. "We should take him home with us." the wife says. "Yes. Turning around, then." the husband says, as his wife picks you up. "I'll just change my shirt when we get home. Don't you worry, little guy. You'll be safe with us at home." the wife says. Stopping crying, you marvel at how well your plan worked.
The couple arrives back at a nice, large house. From the looks of it, they have kids. Stuffed animals are scattered around, coloring books and crayons are on the floor and couch. "I'm going to get the baby cleaned up, changed and dressed." the wife says. "Alright. I'll tell the other kids that they have a new little brother." the husband replies. The couple went off in separate directions. The woman hummed as she cleaned you, put a diaper on you, and dressed you. "If I knew who your parents were, I would give them a piece of my mind. We're going over to a friend's house for dinner tomorrow night, so I'm sure she would love to meet you." the wife says. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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