The Training Facility

Jane walked through the hallways of the Facility, trying not to look nervous. She’d heard enough rumours about this place to be justified in her anxiety. Even knowing she was here by invitation as a journalist, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was making a mistake… But this was an opportunity too good to pass up. What exactly the Facility did was mostly a mystery, and she would be the one to break the story on it. The official line was it was a kind of retreat for women to ‘get in touch with their younger selves’, whatever that meant, but there were whispers that the process involved blackmail and legal coercion, and it was certainly true that none of the prominent women who were known to have visited the Facility had returned to public life afterwards…

Jane strode along beside her guide, Miss Martinez, a tall, dark-haired woman with smoky black eyes. She must have been about forty; slender and beautiful, with a deep, reassuring voice. Jane felt her confidence growing. She was safe. And if she got enough material, she’d be sure to win herself a promotion – sure, it had been her colleague Robert who’d originally received the invitation, but he’d been stupid enough to leave all the details open on his laptop. Journalist was a cutthroat business, and her rival had no-one to blame but himself. One quick phone call and she’d explained to the Facility’s staff that she’d be coming a few days earlier in his place. By the time Robert figured out what she’d done, her article would already be published.

“Through here,” Miss Martinez said pleasantly, leading the way through a side-door, one of many that flanked the corridor.

Jane followed her through, not into a room, but into another corridor. This one was short, however, with nothing but a bare stretch of wall at the other end. Along the right-hand side were four windows, one-way mirrors, each of which looked into what seemed to be four different, oversized nurseries…

“Let’s start with this one,” said Miss Martinez, her dark eyes flickering strangely, “and by the end, you’ll have a thorough idea of what we do here at the Facility.”

Behind the first window, standing in the middle of a pastel-pink room and shouting, was a naked woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties. Her voice was muffled through the window, but still distinct. “Let me out of here!” she screamed, stamping her foot on the carpeted floor. The look of fury she was giving them (though no doubt she could only see her own reflection) was somewhat undermined by the way her large bare breasts wobbled about on her chest, making her look slightly ludicrous. Apparently she realised as much, because she blushed hotly and held them in place with her hands before shouting again. “I demand you let me go right now! You can’t keep me here!”

Miss Martinez tittered. There was a panel to the side of the window where a button and a microphone were built into the wall. She pressed the button. “Is Baby Becky weady to put her diapee-wipee on and make a whoopsie?” she cooed, in a voice so sweet and sickly that it made Jane cringe. What was going on here?!

“Fuck you!” the woman yelled.

“Uh-oh,” said Miss Martinez, her voice like honey, “you’re far too widdle for big girl words wike that, baby Becky. How about you say ‘I gotta make stinky in my Pampies’ instead? Can you do that, sweetiepie?”

“Never!” the woman screamed.

Miss Martinez just smiled. “Baby Becky won’t get her din-dins until she makes oopsie in her nappy-wappy,” she crooned into the mic again, her voice awful and sing-song. “Baby Becky needs to learn to be a good little girly who talks properly and makes pee-pee and poo-poo in her pants. Yes she does!”

The woman continued to rage at them. She started banging angrily against the window, but it was far too strong for her to crack. Jane could only stare at her, appalled.

Miss Martinez took her finger off the button. “Let’s leave her be for now,” she said, flashing one last smirk at the nude lady before turning to head further down the corridor. Jane followed behind her automatically, her mind still reeling from what she’d just seen. What on earth was this place?

“Becky only arrived yesterday,” Miss Martinez was saying, “so we haven’t made any real progress with her yet. The client who submitted her for training, her ex-husband I believe, specifically requested she be conditioned to speak in embarrassing baby-talk. Becky used to be a smart-talking lawyer, and the client seemed to think it would be amusing to make her speech patterns as infantile as possible.” She tittered. “I have to say I agree! But it will be a little while longer before we get there. As you saw, Becky won’t even poop her pants yet!” She stopped as they came to the next window. “Samantha, however, has been here for almost a week now, and we’ve made much more progress with her.”

Jane looked through the one-way mirror and saw another woman, younger this time, sitting on the floor in a pink t-shirt and a frilly tutu, an array of dolls and stuffed animals scattered around her. Her blonde hair was tied up in pigtails by two pink ribbons, and she was looking desperately bored as she ‘played’ with her toys.

There was a panel beside this window too, and Miss Martinez pressed the button on it. “Sweet Samantha,” she said gently, “it’s lunchtime. Are you going to be a good little girl today?”

Samantha looked up and blushed. “Yes, Miss…” she said quietly.

“How are your pull-ups doing?”

Samantha blushed even more brightly, and Jane could see her clenching her teeth. After a few moments of inner struggle, she said, “They’re wet.”

“Oh, Samantha…” Miss Martinez said in mock disappointment. “You peed in your pull-ups again? Why didn’t you just use your potty? It’s sitting right there!”

Jane saw angry tears in the young woman’s eyes. “I was too busy playing with my dollies,” she said, as if she were forcing the words out of her mouth. “I didn’t notice I had to go.”

“Well that’s why you’re not ready for big girl panties yet, Samantha,” Miss Martinez said firmly. “But that’s okay, that’s what your pull-ups are for. I’ll have nursie change them after she feeds you, okay?”

Samantha nodded stiffly. “Thank you, Miss…”

Miss Martinez let go off the button. “Samantha used to be a tomboy,” she explained, “back when she went by ‘Sam’, but her mother decided she wanted a girly girl, one that loves playing with dolls and practicing ballet and pretending to be a princess so much that she forgets all about going to the toilet! That potty in her room is just for show. We’ve made it clear to Samantha that she’s never to use it. She has to pretend to forget every time. Isn’t that funny? Normally we put all our girls in nappies, but the client thought pull-ups would suit their little potty training failure better. She needs more frequent changes as a result, but our nurses just love teasing her about her ‘accidents’.”

Jane opened her mouth, but no words came out. She cleared her throat and said, hoarsely, “So you withhold their food until…?”

“Until they behave, yes,” said Miss Martinez, looking quite unconcerned. “It might seem a little unsophisticated, but we’ve found it to be the simplest and most effective way to make our little girls do as they’re told. As Samantha has discovered, there’s really no point in resistance. A few days ago she was as fussy as Becky, but the only thing she gets to decide now is whether she’s a pampered princess, or a naughty brat who had to go to bed without her supper. Once she understood that, she started to behave. They always do in the end.”

“But… I mean…” Jane stuttered. She felt slightly sick. It was hard to concentrate on what questions to ask. “Aren’t you at all concerned by the, uh, the ethical considerations here? Let alone the legal ones.”

Miss Martinez laughed and waved her hand airily. “We’re not concerned with such things here. What matters are results, and none of our subjects is in a position to pursue any legal avenues against us once we’re finished with their training. Here, come and see little Abby. She’s been here for a whole month.”

Jane followed Miss Martinez to the third window. Behind this one, a gorgeous woman in her early twenties was prancing around on the room, naked but for an enormously thick disposable diaper that threw off her gait. Lilting nursery music was just audible through the glass, and the young woman wiggled her bottom and waved her arms, her boobs bouncing alluringly as she ‘danced’ with all the coordination of a toddler. Her nappy jiggled too, swinging about heavily between her legs, clearly soaked with pee – and as Jane watched, the woman stopped her dancing momentarily, bent her knees, and let out a loud grunt. The seat of her already sagging Pampers drooped even more, and a few seconds later the girl was back to dancing again, apparently indifferent to the fact that she’d just messed herself like a two-year-old.

“Abby-poo!” Miss Martinez cooed, pressing the button on the panel. “Time for num-nums.”

The young woman grinned at the window. “Yay!” she squealed, jumping up and down on the spot.

“I think someone’s got a dirty diaper,” Miss Martinez said teasingly. Jane could see her black eyes glittering. “Would you like a change, honey-bunny?”

For a moment, Jane thought she saw a flash of fear in the young woman’s eyes, but then the dim-witted expression was back, and Abby shook her head firmly.

“No?” asked Miss Martinez. “Are you sure, Abby? That nappy looks awfully full…”

“Wanna keep it on,” Abby insisted. “Wanna wear it all day!”

Jane felt her stomach roll.

Miss Martinez laughed lightly. “You want to spend all day in that big stinky diaper?”

There was the briefest moment of hesitation before Abby smiled widely and said, “Uh-hu!”

“Well alright then, princess potty pants. I’ll tell the nurses not to change you until bedtime. One of them will be in to breastfeed you soon, okay?”

“Yay!”

Miss Martinez released the button. “Abby used to be such a serious girl,” she said, “and so prissy too, always fussing about her appearance and worrying about what everyone thought of her. Her boyfriend decided he wanted her to be a silly, messy baby instead, and we were happy to cater to his needs. Abby always has to ask herself, ‘what’s the silliest, messiest thing I could do right now?’ then do that. Otherwise she won’t get fed. It’s the same technique we use at every stage, and it’s just as effective.”

Jane was starting to feel the beginnings of panic. There was no blackmail or coercion here. This was much, much worse!

“One more window,” said Miss Martinez, her dark, smoky eyes glinting as she stared at Jane.

Jane approached it, wondering how much worse it could possibly be behind the fourth window. Her legs moved as if on autopilot; she marched up to the glass and looked inside. It was empty. The room was furnished the same as the others, the same pastel-pink wallpaper, a crib, a toybox, a chest of drawers… a changing table and a diaper pail. But it had no occupant. The room just waited there, expectantly.

“What do you think?” asked Miss Martinez. She cocked her head at Jane, smiling mysteriously.

“I… I don’t… What?”

The dark-eyed woman gave a tinkling laugh. “It’s your room, silly baby.”

Jane started to back away, her eyes widening in fear. Behind her, she heard the door to the corridor beyond open, and glancing around she saw two well-built women in nurse’s uniforms enter through.

“No…” she whispered. “No, you can’t!”

“Come on now, Janie,” Miss Martinez cooed in her sickly sweet voice. “Don’t fuss. It’s time to say bye-bye to your life as an adult.”

“People know where I am!” Jane said desperately as the nurses advanced on her, though in truth nobody knew – she’d made sure to keep it a secret so that Robert wouldn’t find out she’d stolen his lead.

Miss Martinez tittered again. “The only person who knows you’re here is your colleague,” she said, “and since he’s the one who arranged for you to come, that’s hardly going to be a problem.”

Jane felt as though her mind had gone numb. Robert. When he’d ‘accidentally’ left the details of his visit to the Facility open on his laptop… It hadn’t been an accident at all! The nurses seized her. She started to thrash and struggle. “Get off me!” she shrieked. “Get off me right now!”

“Time to get your nappy on now, baby Janie,” Miss Martinez crooned. “Remember, if you’re a good girl and do a pee-pee in it, I’ll let you have some yummy-wummy baby food today!”