Baby Girl looking for someone to baby her.

Ashley Whitaker, or "Apple" as she calls herself when she's in this kind of mood, was an adult baby. She knew she was ever since she was a teenager. When she went potty like a big girl, it never felt right. She preferred watching kids cartoons to prestige television. She sucked her thumb when she was nervous, she hopped in her seat childishly when she was excited, and whenever she saw naked breasts, whether it's online or in a women's changing room, it made her hungry. Not sexually, but literally.

Now that she was in college and with no roommate to bug her, Apple was free to be herself. She ordered adult diapers and changing supplies and scrunchies from the grocery store. She found clothes that made her feel younger, like small t-shirts, frilling skirts, even pajama onesies with animal ears. She had pacifiers and baby toys, and even a set of bars to put around her bed so that it looked like she slept in a crib.

All that was missing was for someone to take care of her. Someone who would feed her and play with her and change her when she made oopsies. She could change herself, but babies weren't meant to change themselves.