New Life: Little Beginnings

Chapter 1:

“W-Willa…Willa Carolan,” the young girl stuttered. Her chocolate brown eyes focused on the black and white tiled floor as the receptionist typed into the computer. She was the only one in the waiting room which she supposed made her feel a little better.

She did not do well with interaction. The thought of even coming to therapy terrified her as she had never been before. She clenched her clammy hands into fists and counted in her mind, trying to calm the beating of her heart.

Suck it up. She thought. Plenty of people go to therapy. There was nothing to be worried about. That’s what she tried to tell herself. But she wasn’t so sure. She could barely talk to another person without stuttering or wanting to puke. How could she manage through an hour-long session? The whole point of therapy was to talk. She couldn’t even do that.

“You can just take a seat in the chair right over there.” the woman smiled at Willa, finally having stopped typing. “Dr. Tischner will be out shortly.”

Slightly nodding her head in thanks, she quickly scuttered to the furthest corner in the small room away from the woman. With her knees pressed against her chest, she rested her head on them, taking in deep and rapid shallow breaths, ignoring the stack of magazines on the tiny table beside her.

Willa didn’t know why she even agreed to come to therapy. She had managed to avoid it for the past ten years, silently suffering, never going out unless absolutely necessary. She was only twenty years old, had no friends, no job, and anxiety that riddled her mind and body. Adrian, her older brother was the one who supported her but she had a feeling he wanted her out of his home. His girlfriend of three years had just moved in and while she was completely understanding of the situation, the apartment was not big enough for three people.

Willa thought his message was pretty clear when he scheduled the appointment himself and drove her, escorting her as far as the front door then leaving.

She was pissed, rightfully so, that he would just abandon her like that. They were best friends. They had been for all of their lives. Even though her brother was five years older, they understood each other like no one else. She could count on him for everything. She didn’t have to hideaway. They were exactly the same in everything from their caramel skin, eyes, round face, and thick curly black hair. People would confuse them for twins because of how much they looked alike.

So, yes, it hurt when he just dumped her at the building. He didn’t even say when he would be back and the unknown was what scared her the most.

“Willa Carolan?” a new voice sounded throughout the room.

Shooting her head up, a blonde-haired woman dressed in a pink cashmere sweater and light jeans stood at the door with a clipboard. She looked to be about forty years old. Some lines were visible on her milky white skin but from afar she didn’t look to be over twenty-five.

On trembling legs, Willa walked across the room, ducking her head at the woman’s kind smile, and followed her through the brown door into a small room.

Sitting down on the lumpy brown couch, she closer examined everything around her. The walls were painted a mustard yellow and there was one small window which was the only light in the room. In front of her was a coffee table and a chair on the other side. An icy glass of water and a bowl of mints was situated in front of her. Her hand twitched, wanting to take a sip to cool her parched throat but she held off. Willa didn’t want to get too comfortable. She didn’t want to let her guard down.

“It’s small, I know.”

Willa jumped at the sound of the woman’s voice. The door shut and suddenly the two of them were alone. She sat across from Willa with the clipboard and pen in her hand and blue eyes gleamed in curiosity.

“I’m Dr. Tischner,” she said.

Her voice was low and without realizing it, Willa slowly found herself relaxing at the woman’s soft voice.

“You must be Willa. I believe it was your brother that set up the appointment, yeah?”

Willa nodded her head. She kept her mouth shut, still inclined not to speak. Her foot tapped against the black carpet to the beat of her heart.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to talk. We can just answer, yes or no questions.” she waved her hand. “Everyone reacts differently to therapy so there is no one way to feel or act. It’s normal to be nervous or afraid. I like to go at the patient’s pace. If you’re uncomfortable with any of my questions we can just move on. Does that seem fair?”

Her eyebrows furrowed together, taking in what she said. Willa was not one to bare her soul out to people, especially strangers. It was a relief to hear her say that because she didn’t know if she would ever be ready to share what happened.

Willa nodded her head once again. It did seem fair.

Looking down at her clipboard, she began to speak. “I just want to clarify a few things, first. Your report says that you are twenty years old; full name is Willa Jean Carolan; and that you were born November 12, 2000? ”

The young girl gave a nod.

“Great! Now that that’s out of the way I thought we could get to know each other a little,” she exclaimed. “My name is Marina Tischner and I’ve been a therapist for about ten years now. I love working with children and young adults such as yourself. I take a really laid back approach when counseling. I don’t push my patients into anything they are uncomfortable sharing and will not reveal to anyone what is said in this room unless it endangers the lives of others or yourself. Do you understand?”

Willa tugged at a curl that had fallen loose from her ponytail. She bit her lip, humming a yes, and hugged the pillow in her arms that was beside her.

Dr. Tischner continued to question her about different stuff in her life such as her favorite color, food, animal, etc, and by the end, Will found herself slightly smiling, not as tense as she had been when she first arrived. There was something about the woman that gave off a maternal presence. Something she hadn’t felt since the death of her parents.

Dr. Tischner cared about her.

It wasn’t fake.

She gulped, holding back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Willa bit her bottom lip, drawing blood but sucked it away.

“I’d like to talk about your parents.” she casually brought up, stopping Willa in her tracks. Freezing, Willa’s heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach. It was the one thing she refused to ever talk about.

A single tear fell from her eye.

“You witnessed your parents murder.” her voice was just above a whisper. “That’s when the anxiety and PTSD started, isn’t it?”
Her chest rose up and down. She didn’t have the words to scream at her to stop the questions. Her shoulders shook as she continued to speak. Willa couldn’t breathe, she was gonna pass out.

“You were only ten years old. I couldn’t imagine what that could do to a child.” she sadly shook her head. “You didn’t see your brother until you were at the hospital. That’s why he isn’t as affected as you are. Does that ring true?”
The sound of a gunshot echoed in her ear. Her mother’s dead body fell to the ground. A pool of blood surrounded her. Willa’s father was already dead, having been murdered first. The intruders thought no one was home. That’s what they claimed in court.

They never meant to kill anyone, they were just gonna rob her house. It didn’t make it any better because her mother and father were dead. She hid upstairs at the top of the staircase, terrified to make a move, afraid they’d hear her.

It was two o’clock in the morning.

Her brother was sleeping over at a friend’s house.

That was the day her life changed forever.

“Take a sip of water.” Dr. Tischner calmly nodded toward the glass on the table. “We’ll stop the questioning.”

She didn’t have to tell her twice. Holding the glass with shaking hands, she tilted it to her lips, gulping it down, barely noticing the change in taste. Willa finished it within a few seconds and collapsed back against the couch, suddenly overcome with fatigue.

“We’ll stop for now. Why don’t you take a little nap… we’ve still got ten minutes left.” Dr. Tischner encouraged.

Willa didn’t have to be told twice. A haze had clouded over her mind and suddenly she found it harder to stay awake. The only thing she could hear was the doctor’s voice calmly lulling her to sleep.


This couldn’t be real. Willa naively thought. The last thing she remembered was being at Dr. Tischner’s, her brother leaving her, parents’ death, and having a panic attack. She didn’t remember anything after that.

A part of her desperately wished for this to be a dream but she knew it wasn’t. It was too real. Warm tears blinded her already blurred vision and her chest rose up and down, desperate to escape the entrapment she had been placed in.

Willa wanted to be home in her own bedroom, laying in her queen-sized pink bed. She wanted to be with her brother and for him to tell her how much she loved him. She wanted to be away from here. Away from this woman who was holding her as if she weighed nothing.

She couldn’t move her arms or legs. Her entire body was constricted in a tight swaddle of the light pink blanket. It had taken a moment for her to realize as she slowly came back to consciousness and heard the soft sound of the woman’s voice.

That was ten minutes ago.

Willa should’ve been freaking out more than she was. She should’ve been crying and screaming and having a panic attack.

But the only sign of her panic was the fat tears that rolled down her cheeks, as she stared up at the woman who cradled her against her bare skin. The only thing she could focus on was her green eyes, unable to see anything else. If she tried to look more than six feet away it all became a big blur.

“You’re alright, baby.” the woman cooed as she wiped away the tears. She spoke down to her as if she were an actual infant, unable to understand basic speech.

That pissed Willa off more than anything. But she had no way to show it except for the glare in her eyes.

“Mommy’s got you,” she spoke in a high pitched voice. “You’re safe with mommy now. You don’t have to worry about those big bad thoughts in your head. Just suck your paci.” she tapped the large object that was stuffed in her mouth.

Willa was forced to suck on it, unable to spit it out due to the strap that went around her head. Pitiful whimpers rose from the back of her throat and the woman condescendingly cooed, rocking them both in the rocking chair.

They were in the infant ward. The room was light pink and smelled of baby powder. Ten large adult-sized newborn incubators filled the room and changing tables ran along the walls. There was also a rocking chair in each corner of the room.

Everything was adult-sized.

Tapping her bottom, Willa’s eyes widened in horror as she felt a cushiony bulk on her bottom half. The woman’s smile widened, showing off her shiny white teeth. “Does baby Willa have to use her diapee?”

She began to wiggle as hard as she could, trying to escape but she was too weak. Now she was sobbing uncontrollably as the weight of the woman’s words sunk in. She was swaddled like a newborn, sucking on a pacifier, and in a diaper that she was expected to use.

Her vision had been blurred. Her muscles were weak.

She was as helpless as an infant.

Willa was an infant.

The woman stood up, pacing as she rocked her back and forth, supporting her head like you’d do a real infant. She wore no shirt and Willa’s cheek was pressed right up against her large breast.

Willa was only faintly aware of the woman’s hand, pressing on her stomach. The more she wiggled the looser her bladder became until suddenly a warm stream flooded her diaper. The thick padding expanded. She screamed and screamed through the pacifier, glaring at the woman in hate for forcing her to piss herself. It was warm and wet around her bottom and she desperately wanted it off.

She was twenty years old. She hadn’t used a diaper since she was two years old.

“I’m so proud of you!” she praised her. “You used your diapee like a good little baby-- you’re my good little girl!”

She gave her a wet kiss on the lips and placed her on the changing table, ignoring the screams. A moment later, another woman walked into the room through the sliding doors. Both had curly brown hair that fell right above their shoulders and fair skin. She crooned, brushing a girl out of her face.

“I think she’s one of the cutest infants we’ve had yet.” the woman tickled under her chin, causing Willa to wriggle away. “She’s also a very smelly baby! I think it’s time for a diapee change!”

The second woman held her down as her mommy undid the swaddle revealing her naked body and sagging thick diaper. She continued to sniffle, out of energy to fight. A strap was tightened over her waist and chest while the second woman held down her shoulders. Moving quickly, the straps were undone and the diaper removed. Grabbing baby wipes, she wipes down everywhere, running her finger over her now bare pubic bone.

Willa’s eyes widened at the realization only for the woman to giggle. “Babies like you don’t need grown-up hair. Infants are bare.” she covered her in baby powder, not wanting to cause a rash, and retapped an even thicker diaper on her, unable to close her thighs.

Undoing the straps, Willa wanted to plead not to be swaddled again but it’s what her mommy did. She wrapped it around her body even tighter than before and supporting her neck, held her against her body.

“I’ll go get a bottle.” said the other woman. “Little babies like her shouldn’t be up for so long. Little Willa needs to go nighty night.”

AN: Hey everyone! This story is on but I’ve decided to put it on here also. I’ll be updating every week or sooner but if you’d like to read ahead to chapter five, go to at Fifers12!

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Chapter 2:

Willa sucked on the bottle, her stomach churned in disgust. The milk itself wasn’t disgusting, it was actually quite sweet tasting. It was just the notion that she was being forced to feed from a baby bottle as if she were an actual infant that made her pissed. The woman who called herself her mommy hummed an unfamiliar lullaby rocking her back and forth.

When the other woman, who’d she learned was named Nurse Lizzie, came back with the warm bottle, Willa at first refused. She turned her head every which way, not letting them remove the mouthpiece until a hard slap landed on her thigh, causing her to freeze in shock.

The women took this as their chance to remove the pacifier and place the nipple in her open mouth. She didn’t even have a chance to speak. She just sucked and sucked until the bottle was empty and a warm full feeling settled in her stomach.

“That’s it, baby,” the woman stared down adoringly at her. “Was your baba good?”

Willa couldn’t answer.

The woman knew that.

It made her even angrier. But that’s what the woman wanted right? She wanted to humiliate her. She wanted to degrade her until she was nothing more than a filthy mess. Willa wouldn’t let herself give in to these people’s sick fantasies.

“You’re just tired.” she sighed. “Babies like you shouldn’t be up so long. Don’t worry munchkin, you’ll go night-night in just a moment.”

But Willa didn’t want to go, night-night. She wanted answers as to why she was being treated like a baby. She wanted answers as to how she had ended up at this place. She was sure that if she could somehow escape, she could call the police or at least her brother. He’d come to save her. Adrian wouldn’t let anything happen to her-- he was her protector.

He must have known she was missing by now. The police were probably already called and a search was on for her. She wouldn’t be here for long, she was sure. She’d be found eventually.

So caught up in her thoughts, Willa barely noticed as the cloth was placed over the woman’s shoulder and she was sat upright. The pacifier and bottle laid on the table as Willa opened her mouth, prepared to speak but instead a burp sounded and outpoured milk. Her nose wrinkled in disgust and embarrassment as it dribbled down her chin.

“Good girl.” the woman praised, rubbing her back in soft circles. Cradling her in her arms, she wiped the spit up away with the corner of the towel and forced the large object back in her mouth.

She immediately started to suck.

Willa hated it.

Tears already stained her cheeks but she didn’t want to have another fit. She couldn’t give these people any more reason to believe she was a baby so she held it in, cautiously staring up at the woman, only able to move her head the tiniest bit.

The lights in the room dimmed until it was almost completely dark. Nurse Lizzie opened the top of the box while the woman placed her inside on her back. Tears shone in her eyes as the lid was closed and she was effectively trapped. All she laid on was a soft mattress with no pillow. The women talked above her, she could see their mouths moving and smiling faces but couldn’t make out the words.

Her eyes began to close as a warm feeling spread throughout her body and into the diaper. There would be hell to pay when she awoke but for now… all she could do was sleep.


“The drugs are working.” Nurse Astrid smirked, staring down at the adult baby who’d fallen into a deep sleep. She was her baby… for now. She was filled with emotion, knowing what an honor it was to work with the newborns. They were the least common type of baby but the most precious. Yes, they would fight and claim to be big kids but in the end, they all gave in. They were nothing more than helpless little children and it was their job to make them see that.

Both of them cooed at the unconscious suckle of her pacifier. She was the cutest baby to date. They knew within a month, she’d be ready for adoption. You could always tell when the child first arrived if they would be easy to regress or not.

The ones chosen to be newborns were almost never a challenge. Out of all the patients, they were the most vulnerable. They had difficult and stressful lives and that’s why they were chosen to be regressed to the youngest-- they were the most critical patients. All they needed was a little bit of nurturing and they’d be putty in their hands. It was a blessing in disguise.

Astrid hummed in agreement. “She may have been Marina’s best find yet. I was a little skeptical when she said that her brother was still around but it appeared he knew what he was doing. I don’t think we have to worry about him or anyone else trying to take her away.”

Most patients admitted had no family or weren’t in good standing with them. The Little Beginnings Hospital was for girls ages ten all the way to twenty-five. This was a last resort type of place. Troubled girls who had run out of chances with the law, families who were fed up with their behavior or girls who just needed help to regain control of their lives were sent here. They were sent to Little Beginnings to be mentally regressed back to whatever age deemed fit and then were adopted out.

They never saw their families again. Instead, they were adopted into the secret ageplay community of Henderson, Washington where they could live the rest of their lives and have no care in the world. The government secretly sponsored them as a result that the crime rates and mental health challenges appeared to lessen to the general public.

“For now, I’ll wake her up every two hours until she starts doing it on her own. With the laxatives and diuretics, she’ll soon become incontinent and won’t even realize it.”

Nurse Lizzie nodded her head, staring thoughtfully down at the young girl. “Her brother did the right thing by sending her here. Who knows how much longer she would’ve lasted.”

“Yes. Some people are not made for the adult world. We’re doing the right thing.”


Willa didn’t dream… or at least she can’t remember if she did. It felt as if she had just fallen asleep so she was not happy to be woken up again and forced into this nightmare.

She shifted uncomfortably, mortified to realize the diaper was wet once again. She hadn’t wet her pants since she was a toddler. Nothing made sense. She was once again placed on the changing table, shivering slightly as the cold air hit her bare skin. The stench of urine caused her nose to wrinkle in disgust as she laid on the table, immobile. The nurse spoke soft words that she refused to listen to. She stared up at the ceiling, wishing this to be over. Her limbs felt like dead weight and knew it was pointless to fight. That didn’t mean she had given up, it just meant that there was a time and place for a battle and right now was not the time. She laid still, slightly trembling as she felt the cold wipe on her bottom. Her eyes stung with tears that she refused to let fall.

“You’re such a good baby.” the nurse finished tapping a new diaper back on before blowing raspberries on her stomach, causing her to involuntarily kick her legs. She undid the pacifier and Willa took the chance, opening her mouth to speak before she was silenced again.

“W-why…” her breath rasped in her throat. She licked her chapped lips, trying to regain feeling as they had gone numb. “… doin’ this… to… me.”

The woman’s eyes seemed to darken. “Those are big girl noises.” she clicked her tongue. “You are not a big girl. You are mommy’s baby and will do as mommy says.”

Without warning, she forced the bottle into her open mouth, causing her to ingest mouthfuls of the sweet-tasting milk. Her face scrunched up in disgust but couldn’t turn away. She was stuck.

“Mommy knows best,” she spoke as she tilted the bottle up, forcing the liquid into her throat. Her eyes lightened again, content with her obedience. “You are just a little baby. Think about it… big girls don’t wet their diapers. Big girls don’t drink babas. Willa, you were meant to be a baby. Nothing will ever change that.” there was a warning in her voice that she couldn’t ignore. She didn’t want to find out what the punishment would be.

“Now, don’t worry your pretty little mind.” she sighed. “Overtime those big girl thoughts will go away and you may not understand yet but mommy loves you. She loves you very very much.”

A single tear fell down her cheek as she closed her eyes. How was she ever going to escape? Going through the whole feeding process again, she reluctantly sucked on the pacifier, unwilling to admit how much it actually soothed her.

Willa was placed back in the tiny prison, tightly wrapped. She wondered how much longer this would last… this baby treatment. Someone had to be searching for her.

They had to.


Woken up. Changed. Fed. Swaddled… every two hours. She constantly sucked on something whether it be the bottle or binky.

That was her life now and it could not have been more boring. She wasn’t sure how many days it had been because the time had all blurred together. Her only indication that things were different was when Nurse Astrid came in with her nightly baba.

Yes. That’s what she called it.

The lights were always dimmed and there were no windows. However, the one thing that had changed were the new additions to the ward. Two new girls, just as Willa, were tightly swaddled and placed in the contraptions. They couldn’t talk to each other but when awake, communicated with looks. They were just as terrified.

They cried more than she did and cussed every opportunity they had, refusing to cower away. In reality, it caused more problems than solved. So finally fed up as well with the infantile treatment, Willa told the nurse to fuck off and managed to punch her… albeit lightly… once released from the restraining blanket.

The nurse did not take her actions kindly. Same as the two girls, her bare bottom earned twenty swats, which then she couldn’t help but cry out. Willa was now more determined than ever to escape.

But today had a different agenda. Fully prepared to have the wet diaper changed, she was placed on the table. Nurse Lizzie had returned this time with some sort of pills. After being set free from the blanket, she was turned onto her stomach. Along with the straps, Nurse Lizzie held her down as she felt the sudden intrusion of something in her bum.

Willa cried and screamed as Astrid restrained her. Unable to relax her bum, Nurse Lizzie had a harder time administering the suppositories, unintentionally causing more pain.

“All done!” Lizzie exclaimed, slipping off her gloves and throwing them in the trash can. Rediapering her, Astrid held her close, whispering encouraging words in her ear. She hadn’t pooped in several days. Now she was being forced.

Her stomach churned painfully and after about five minutes, she began to feel a change. Dread filled her body as an uncomfortable feeling sat in her stomach. Astrid bounced her up and down, purposefully patting her diapered bottom. Willa’s face turned bright red and as hard as she squeezed her bum as hard as she could but she couldn’t stop it from happening. Willa groaned as her bowls were released and filled the diaper. She almost gagged as the warm poop smeared across her bum.

Now she understood why she had been put in three diapers. They were so full, that if she pooped anymore, it would leak out.

“I know that hurt, honey,” Astrid said as she continued to pat her bottom. “This is why we do poppies every day. You don’t like feeling icky, do you?”

All Willa could do was cry.

“Mommy, is going to give you a nice bath now and you’ll be all squeaky clean.” she smiled at the diapered girl in her arms.

Willa frowned when they entered the bathroom. She was expecting a real bath… not an adult-sized newborn tub. She wondered how much farther they’d go. After cleaning off her poop covered bum, she was placed in the warm water. The nurse washed her new short curly hair with baby shampoo before doing the rest of her body softly with a washcloth.

Astrid was extra careful, taking her time to make sure every part of her was cleaned. Willa froze when she touched her… womanhood… but nothing came of it. Astrid moved on as if she hadn’t noticed her reaction.

The bath quickly ended and wrapped in a towel, she was brought back out to the nursery where Nurse Lizzie attended to one of the other girls who had woken up. It stunk of high heaven, Willa recognizing the smell of a poopy diaper. This time, not hers. It was embarrassing for everyone and the soft praises from the nurses did nothing to help.

Willa was placed on the changing table where lotion was spread all over her hairless body, giving her skin a soft silky feel. Just like a real baby’s, her skin was just as delicate. Willa hated it.

Exhausted from the previous event sand feeling weaker than usual, she gave no fight and was quickly taken care of. Instead of being placed back in a swaddle, Willa was put in a white sleeper with pink flowers. For the first time, although limited she was able to stretch her stiff legs.

It was her reward for behaving.


AN: Hey everyone! This story is on but I’ve decided to put it on here also. I’ll be updating every week or sooner but if you’d like to read ahead to chapter five, go to at Fifers12!

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Interesting story so far. The other location for it seems to not be findable by the way.