You slowly come back to consciousness to the sound of motherly cooing and the sight of Deb staring down into the crib at you. "Aw looks like we have a wittle baby!" she exclaimed as she unlocked the crib and reached in for you. At your small size, she easily lifts you up and puts you on her hip, and begins carrying you to the changing table. "Deb, please, no!" You say, "I am not a baby, I was just..", but before you could finish, she pops a pacifier into your mouth and lays you down.
You begin to cry because this isn't anything like you planned. You suck furiously on the pacifier in your mouth as she slowly undoes the tapes of the diaper. You lower your hands to try to cover yourself but she slaps them away.
"Aw no wonder you wanted to be a baby, you look just like one down here" she says, giving your small penis a flick with her index finger. Now you begin to cry hysterically as she rubs lotion into your privates, and tapes a new diaper up on you.
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