Her first day as an adult baby

I wake up in the morning and quickly realize my diaper is soggy, I peed myself during the night. A saddening realization hits me as it dawns on me that I’ll probably wake up every day with a soggy or messy diaper, maybe even both. It isn’t long before Macy comes into the room. She lowers the bars to my crib, helps me out of it, and leads me over to the changing table. Before getting on it she actually helps me remove my dress entirely. Then I get on the changing table and she changes my diaper.

As I get off the changing table she heads over to my new closet and peruses the dresses. She grabs one and shows it to me. “I picked a blue one, hopefully, it will make you feel less girly,” she says. I appreciate her thought, but it’s still an extremely feminine baby dress in a very light blue color. She helps put it on me. She takes two hair ties and puts my hair back up in twin-tails. I want to protest, but without being able to speak I don’t know how to convey that to her fast enough. She grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen. In the kitchen, I go to sit on a normal chair, but my wife is still holding my hand and forces me towards the high chair. I try to fight her, but it’s pointless, she’s so much stronger than me now. She puts me in the high chair and locks the tray in place, trapping me. She heads over to the cabinet with the baby stuff and returns with one of those pink bibs which she places around my neck. My wife returns to the cabinet and comes back with a spoon that has a pink handle and a few jars of baby food.

I start vigorously shaking my head, but this seems to go either unnoticed or ignored by my wife. She opens the lid to one of the jars and grabs a spoonful. She starts lifting it up towards my mouth. “Here comes the airplane, open up wide,” my wife says. I leave my mouth closed. I try to avoid the spoon and when it hits my closed mouth the food spills out all over my bib and chin. My wife grabs a napkin, wipes my chin off, and then grabs another spoonful of baby food. “I guess you're being a fussy baby this morning. Let’s try that again. Open up for Mommy’s airplane.” She brings the spoon to my mouth again, but I still refuse to open my mouth. It spills all over my chin and bib again. This time an angry look enters her eyes. She quickly wipes my chin and then removes my bib. She undoes the locked tray of my high chair and roughly yanks me off the high chair. Before I can react she yanks me over her knee and undoes the flaps of my dress and the tabs of my diaper. She then starts spanking me hard. She counts to the number twenty, ten spanks on each cheek. And she wasn’t holding back either, by the time it was over I was balling my eyes out the pain hurt so much. “Will you be a good girl and eat your baby food now?!” she screamed at me. I nodded my head yes, my face still scrunched up in pain, tears still streaming down my face. She gives me back a curt nod and returns me to the high chair. She puts a new clean bib around my neck. She seems to be too angry to bother with the whole airplane schtick and instead just grabs a spoonful of baby food and brings it to my mouth. This time I open my mouth wide letting her place the spoon in. I close my mouth over it and try taking the food off with my tongue. I was expecting it to taste foul, but it’s mostly just bland. At the very least I can chew it a bit with my gums and I also realize my options for food are quite limited since I no longer have teeth. After my wife feeds me two full jars of baby food she seems satisfied and puts all of it away and lets me out of the high chair. She then blinks a bit and appears confused.

“I’m sorry!” she quickly says, “I don’t know what came over me. I felt like I had to feed you the baby food and I felt so angry when you refused it, that my only option was to punish you so that you would eat it.”

I put my hands up and wave them a bit to get her to calm down. This helps her a bit.

“I’m glad you're not taking it personally,” she says, “Also, I am going to call that maid from the party. When I go to work I’ll need someone here to take care of you. The alimony checks the fake you are sending us is enough that we should be able to hire her full-time to take care of you during the week.”

I nod my head again. It’s embarrassing that a stranger would see me like this, but she is right, I’m a burden now and can’t take care of myself and she can’t be here with me 24/7. My wife dials in the number and tells her to come to our home to talk. I go and sit in the bouncer and my wife is on the couch and we watch TV until she arrives.