Baby Care Class – Chapter Three
“Ahhh! I’m SO sorry, class!” Jen said, holding me away from her body, my diaper still dripping all over the floor. “I’ll have to go change her right now. Please stay where you are and talk for a moment” Jen left the room carrying me and brought me right back to the nursery.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have time to change my baby girl’s diaper, but I do have time for this,” Jen said as she hurriedly grabbed another diaper from the cabinet. This one much bigger and put it over the one I was already wearing, effectively covering up the mess.
Jen then picked up the half-full bottle of milk from before and shoved it into the pacifier.
“We don’t have much time while I’m “changing” you, so we’ll have to make this quick,” Jen said and plugged my nose again.
I could tell she had no intention of removing her finger, so I drank as fast as I possibly could, now that I had an empty stomach again. I painfully finished the bottle in what must have been recorded time and felt exhausted.
Jen then picked me back up and brought me to the class once again and stood in front of the class holding me on her hip.
“Alright then, sorry about that, today we will be following procedures of taking care of a baby, particularly a baby girl,” Jen told the class who glanced at me. “We are going to set up stations of feeding, burping, washing, but not diaper changing. If our little girl here wets herself, leave it to me to change her.”
And I know why she said this, so if anyone tried to change my diaper, they would find out I’m not a girl.
“Now before we begin I’m sure a lot of you can tell Sissy here is a little big for a baby, Well you’re right,” Jen said, and I just looked right at her with my eyes wide open. Was she really going to tell them I’m a boy! “You see Sissy her fell down a flight of stairs 2 years ago and now suffers from a few problems, such as kicking, screaming, overly moody, and a few more. One of them being she tends to bite a lot, so we have a special pacifier on her. Please do not remove it.”
God damn her! I thought and began hitting her with my mitten hands. Sadly I didn’t realize I was playing right into her hands.
“Alright, now I will hand out to each of you a sample bottle for each of you to feed her with, McKay?” Jen asked acting like me throwing a fit was the most natural thing in the world as she paced around a box filled with mini bottles of milk.
Jen then handed me to a guy in front of her, and he laid me down on my back on the table. Jen then came over and uncapped the pacifier while explaining that’s how I was feed my bottles. The guy then stuck the bottle into the pacifier, but I was already full from being forced to drink the milk from before, so I, of course, didn’t drink it.
“Come on Sissy, be a good baby girl or mommy will have to punish you after class,” Jen told me with a smile on her face, and I immediately began drinking. Terrified of what she might do.
When the guy was done, he passed me over to the next person by him, and they started to do the same. This happened for quite a while, me being passed around the room, being forced to drink more milk. Thankfully I wasn’t forced to drink all of the milk in each bottle, or my stomach definitely would have ruptured. By the end, I felt sick to my stomach, and I was sure I was about to throw up by the time it was over.
“And now for the burping station!” Jen said Happily.
I shook my head no at Jen, pleading with my eyes for it not to be true, but she ignored me. I was passed back to the first guy, and he put me on my stomach on the desk, ignoring my struggling. He patted my back very hard, and I did an embarrassing burp. Once again I was passed around the room, the people that were actually my age “burping” me!
Soon the bell rang, and I was given back to Jen who took me back to the nursery.
“Well wasn’t that fun,” Jen said as she sat me in the crib. “Right now it’s lunchtime, so we got an hour and a half.”
Jen then went over to the cabinet and opened it. Inside I could see it was mostly full of diapers and a few other odd things I couldn’t tell what they were from my angle but on the top shelf, I could clearly see the large jars of baby food that Jen pulled down.
“Ok baby, I’m going to take off your paci, be good for mommy so she can feed you.” Jen cooed at me.
“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS!!!” I screamed as loud as I could the moment the pacifier was out, and it was immediately shoved back in.
“My my, what a bad potty mouth. Someone is going to get a punishment later,” Jen told me before standing up. “But I guess I could tell you why you’re here.”
Jen then walked over to the changing table and open the cabinet door to pull out a blinder.
“My mother was mentally unstable,” Jen told me. Ya and so are you, I thought. “When my father left us she was on the verge of breaking and just needed just one little push to finally snap.”
Jen then poured in all the baby food into the blender before pouring in some milk.
“Do you know what made her snap?” Jen asked me. I shook my head no. “she picked me up from daycare while I had wet pants. That was her final nail that shattered her, and my mom went insane. She thought because I couldn’t keep my pants wet I must be a baby. So that’s how she treated me. Day in and day out treated just like a baby.”
Jen then turned on the blender and mixed the baby food and milk turning it into a nasty milky green color.
“It wasn’t until I was 13 when a neighbor just so happened to see me did someone call child protective services. My mother was taken to a mental hospital, and over the next 4 years I slowly was able to go back to normal.”
Apparently not you deranged psycho! I thought as Jen poured the contents of the blender into a baby bottle and I realized what she was going to do!
“My great aunt was the one who owned this school,” Jen told me as she waved at the building. “And when she passed away I was the closest living relative that could inherit it. Along with a hefty sum of money.”
Jen walked back over to the crib and despite me fighting her she picked me up and sat down on a rocking chair.
“So now I had money and a school, I could basically do whatever I wanted. But what I wanted was to get back at the person who ruined my life. Do you know who that was?” Jen asked as she uncapped the pacifier again and could hear me yelling from the other end. “That’s right baby girl!”
Suddenly Jen’s face turned from happy to pissed as she shoved the bottle into my mouth forcefully.
“You were the one who ruined my life!” Jen yelled at me, and I took a giant gulp of the gross drink coming out of the bottle. “Now I know you might not remember it, but that day I didn’t pee my pants. That day I saw a boy standing near a tree and when I went over to ask what they were doing the turned and peed right on my pants!”
Jen took a few deep breaths and calmed herself before continuing.
“That boy then lied to the care providers saying I just peed myself and they believed it. That little boy was you, and I’ve never forgotten who was the reason for my diapered torment,” Jen told me as she a wicked smile crossed her face. “That’s why I looked into you and came up with the perfect revenge, if I had to spend years as a baby girl, then so should you.”
The End of Baby Care Class – Chapter Three.
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