A trip to the playground

After Daddy carried her to her highchair and spoon-fed her her favorite cereal, Morgan found herself sitting in her stroller (which was so big that it could barely fit through the front door) as he walked her through the neighborhood. They lived in a small, gated community that had been built shortly after the town was made into an Infantilist Colony. The houses were all built into a classic, 50's style suburb, each house painted in bright Easter-colors.

There was a man in a woman in their early twenties, dressed in nothing but swim diapers (and a swim-suit top in her case) as they played by a lawn sprinkler. Two boys dressed in tennis shows, t-shirts and a pair of diapers out in the open walking on the sidewalk, conversing like regular people. An older woman in a sundress squatting and pooping in her diaper as she and her husband waited for the bus to come. While these sights were weird at first, Morgan had long-since normalized such things.

They made it to the playground which was moderately populated because of the weekend. There were a lot of playgrounds in town, mostly because more "babies" created a bigger demand for them. While there were plenty of smaller playgrounds for preschool and gradeschool kids, there were various, larger playgrounds built specifically to cater to adults, as was this playground.

The designer of the playground had a sea-motif in mind. It had slides, a built-in tic-tac-to set and climbing nets, all put together to look like a sperm whale. There were even ground fountains that shot out water for people to play in, though they were inactive because it was still early spring.