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"Tell me more about school, Gem" I heard the director say to me.

I was nervous, and I fidgeted about in my seat. I did my best to make

eye contact and maintain my composure, but it was nearly impossible with

my nerves. Wriggling around uncomfortably in my seat, I found it

difficult to answer any more questions. The two of us had been talking

for an hour, and my nerves were getting worn out from the tense

interview he had been putting me through. Letting out an exasperated

sigh, I continued on...

"Oh, um... I'm... currently finishing my final year at university" I explained.

The swine sitting across from me nodded his head understandingly before

glancing down at his notes. He snorted awkwardly as he rummaged through

the paperwork in my file, and I observed my surroundings in the

downtime. A desk separated us both, but the dim lighting of his office

made for an uncomfortably intimate atmosphere between us. Idly, I sipped

from the cup of water he had given me earlier. It wasn't very long ago

that I took it, but the glass was mostly gone already; the heat in the

cramped room mixed with my anxiety, and kept me sweating bullets the

whole time.

"Ah, right. It says here you are a law major. Very good" the pig

mumbled, staring deep into a folder with all of my information in it.

I forced a polite smirk and wriggled around in my seat. Why couldn't I get comfortable?

"I'd best be keeping your number handy then" he said to me with a smug

grin. I wasn't sure if he was coming on to me, or just joking about

keeping tabs for business.

"I don't know much about film, mind you" I clarified.

"Hm, I best keep it anyway - just in case, yeah?" he then said,

followed by a confident chuckle under his breath that faded out quietly.

Another unattractive snort ended his giggle.

I chuckled, rolled my eyes, and shook my head with disbelief. He was a

pig; short, rotund, and a dirty appearance was not what I looked for in a

companion. I was a distinguished, attractive, sassy young squirrel -

certainly out of his league! I was not full of myself, but I knew I

could certainly find better men. His unprofessionalism turned me off,

and I simply turned my head away. Noticing my disinterest, he turned his

attention away from me - coughing and wheezing lightly before slurping

his lips disgustingly as he scanned my paperwork...

"So what exactly is this?" I asked out loud, doing my best to change the subject.

The pig snorted one more time and sat upright.

"This is a followup review, Gemma - and we are finished. My contacts in

the recruitment department were impressed and highly recommended I sit

down and look at you. As you were told, we are an independent film and

photography studio. Right now we need a model to show off various

products. Clothes, food, furniture - you name it. We've got the

contracts, we've got the products, now we need a pretty face to show

them off to the world. This is not an interview, but I am making doubly

sure you are fit for the role. And... I do believe you do" the pig said,

chuckling again.

I was getting sick of his petty compliments, but I batted my eyes at him

to make him feel a bit better about himself. I did want the job, after

all...

"So long as you are okay with everything, I think we're ready to go" he explained.

I shrugged and took the last sip from the cup of water before crushing it into a plastic mess.

"I'm not trying to start a career working in commercials. It's easy money" I pointed out.

He nodded at me and smiled confidently.

"That it is. So let's cut to the chase then. The shoot begins soon. I

trust you've made the proper arrangements? It's going to take a few

hours and we can't be interrupted. These are rushed projects for the

companies that need these advertisements, so we're getting it all done

tonight. You're... sure you won't be disturbed?" he asked.

I shook my head. I already knew what I was getting myself into. Or so I thought.

As I sat there, I suddenly felt a strange feeling come over me. It was

if I had just now noticed how truly hot it was in the room, and it

instantly became unbearable. My head pounded, and I wiped my brow of

sweat. My mind became dizzy and confused, and I found it hard to

concentrate on what I was doing. I tried my best to maintain my

composure and keep my professionalism, but it was difficult...

"Gemma? Go ahead and sign these forms. Read over them if you'd like -

it's just the same old rubbish stating your consent and everything" he

said, before pushing a small bit of paper towards me.

I didn't bother reading them. It was irresponsible of me, especially as

a student of law, to ignore the fine print. But I already knew what it

was, and what it was asking - and the sweltering heat in the room made

me too uncomfortable. I followed his lead, signed my name where I needed

to, and soon found myself locked in by contract to do my part in a

commercial. It didn't really phase me, and I was actually quite excited

to be on television - but it was hard for me to be excited when I was as

nervous and stressed as I was.

Times were hard. University costs were rising. I was having a hard time

keeping up, but I was doing the best I could. It was only a week ago

that I found an ad in the newspaper; a local studio was looking for

cheap actors for a clothes advertisement. It was harmless, and it seemed

genuine from my research - so I figured why not? And now, here I was - a

poor law student trying to finish her program while trying to earn a

quick, honest dollar.

But I wanted to get a move on!

"H-How much more is there?" I asked, taking a deep breath.

The heat in my body was becoming too much. A feeling of nausea was

growing as the room seemed to spin around me, and my legs were becoming

weak while my arms became limp. My whole body was erupting with a

sickening fire from within, and I couldn't handle it anymore. Placing my

head down on the table, I took a deep breath and did my best to collect

myself.

"Gemma? You okay? How are you feeling?" I heard the director say with an apathetic, almost careless tone.

"U-Um... I'm... I'm afraid I m-might be sick!" I whined.

"No, no Gemma. Don't you worry about that - you're just going through

something right now. Don't be afraid, just relax" I heard him say. His

voice seemed to echo in my head.

My heart sank as he put his little shriveled piggy hand on my shoulder as if to console me, but I was hardly soothed.

"W-What are you talking about?" I asked; my whole face flushed, and my body shaking.

"Just calm down, and it'll all be over soon. Just a few more minutes" he said.

"What did you do to me?!" I shouted!

As I shouted, the banging in my head grew stronger and it hurt just to

hear my own voice. The director stood over me with a watchful, careless

gaze as I writhed in agony for some time longer - scared and confused as

to what could possibly be happening to me. Soon, it all became

unbearable and I couldn't even move! I clenched my eyes and mouth shut,

and I did my best to believe him; that the sickly agony overwhelming me

would soon be over.

Fortunately for me, however - it soon was.

The feelings that came so quickly and strongly built up and peaked at

an unbearable level, but then abruptly left, leaving me panting from

exhaustion. I felt my body relax and cool off, but I could hardly move.

An exasperated, relieved sigh naturally escaped me, and I opened my eyes

feeling as though I had just awoken from a terrible nightmare. I was

still covered in sweat, and my muscles were sore. I felt as if I had

just finished a rigorous workout, but there was no awful pain and no

sickly feelings anymore - and for that, I couldn't have been happier.

"Good girl, Gem. Now we can get you ready for the shoot" I heard.

Things were different now. I glanced at the director, but he was no

longer eye level with me. Rather, he towered over me like a giant - but

it wasn't just him. I fidgeted about as I glanced around the room, and

the tables, chairs, file cabinets, the computer desk - everything seemed

so much bigger! Though, I quickly learned that it wasn't the room that

has gotten bigger, but it was I who had gotten much, much smaller.

I panicked. I went to scream and shout as the towering director reached

down and grabbed me, but nothing but high pitched squeals and gibberish

came out. My arms were limp and weak, and my little legs clumsily

kicked pathetic thrusts as I struggled to get out of his grasp. Flying

upward, he carried me like I was a baby out of the room and down the

hallway outside. What was going on!? Why couldn't I do anything!?

"Right, right - let's go Gemma. Let's take you back to the dressing

room to get you prepped. Though, a pretty face like your's hardly needs

much" the director said to me.

I turned my face towards him to respond, but my words were lost. I

could hear my normal voice in my head, but each time I spoke - infantile

garbage came spilling out. It was as if I lacked the coordination

necessary to make the sounds needed to say the words I wanted to speak;

my tongue weakly bounced around in my mouth and produced babyish

babbling.

He didn't bother responding, and simply continued to carry me. We began

to approach the set, but before I could see it, I was turned into a

small room off to the side. It was a traditional dressing room like I

had always imagined; cramped, clothes and accessories sloppily tossed

everywhere, mirrors on all the walls with blindingly bright lights

shining at me, and a stylist awaiting my arrival near a great big chair

for me to sit in.

"Oh my! Look at you, little one - fabulous to meet you! My name is

Anastasia. You have no reason to fear me" the stylist said, spinning the

comb between her fingers.

She looked like quite a character; a young, slim, ritzy looking skunk

girl with crazily done black and white hair on her head. Her eyes were

thin and her mouth was puckered snottily, as if she knew that despite

being a skunk, her odor wreaked less than others. I felt my lip

quivering with fear from the confusion. I had no idea what was going on!

"The shoot is in an hour. Get her looking the part; we don't have time

to waste" the director ordered. The stylist flicked her tail and nodded

obediently, before taking me into her arms. Before long, the director

berid us girls of his presence and left us to ourselves.

"Look at you, little girl. You're so precious! Yes you are! You're

going to look absolutely fabulous" she said to me with a cutesy,

humiliatingly condescending tone.

And it was at that very moment I realized just why she was. From where

she was holding me, I could see my own reflection in the mirror - but I

was not staring back at the person I expected to see. I was much

smaller, but even worse... I was a little baby! I hadn't just shrunk down

in size, but I had actually regressed down in age! The sassy law student

I knew myself to be was now gone; replaced by the little squirrel girl I

had long grown out of.

"I know you can hear me, Gemma. I know you're still in there" the skunk said out loud.

She looked at my terrified, pouty baby face in the mirror with a sinister stare, and got closer as if to whisper a secret.

"Don't be scared, little one. Just be the baby you see in the mirror and it'll all be done with soon" she sharply whispered.

My heart dropped in my chest, and it hurt to breathe. What was going on

in this crazy place? What was going to become of me? I couldn't help

but feel tears immediately come pouring out of my eyes and down my

cheeks as I began to grow more and more terrified of my situation. How

was this even possible? The skunk wiped away my tears and bounced me up

and down gently as she walked across the room, but I was hardly soothed.

Next thing I knew, I was placed gently down on a bed. Again, I shouted

my protests and did my best to fight - but nothing but coos and babbling

escaped my mouth. The skunk merely giggled, as if amused - and placed

her finger over my mouth to hush me quiet. Angrily, I snapped at her

finger, but the skunk was too quick and withdrew it before damage could

be done.

"Ah, ah! No biting, Gem! Bad squirrel! A lady doesn't bite" she warned.

I could feel the heat of my frustration getting the best of me, and I

angrily shrieked! Kicking and flailing, I began to feel myself on the

verge of tossing a temper tantrum. I attempted to roll over onto my

stomach, but I was abruptly stopped by the skunk. She placed her big

adult hands on my little infantile body, and held me still.

"Careful, little one. Don't want to roll off and hurt yourself" she said.

I continued to struggle, and shrieked even more; a high-pitched scream that would test the patience of any caregiver!

"Gemma, stop! GEMMA" she scolded.

But she would quickly gain the upperhand. As I screamed at max volume, a

sudden intrusion into my mouth brought my cries to an immediate halt.

The skunk had the audacity to shove a pacifier into my mouth! Before I

had the chance to spit it out at her, I suddenly felt her wrap a thin

ribbon around my head. The pacifier was now secured into my mouth, and I

had lost my right to speak at all.

"Just be quiet and sit still so I can get you dressed. Do I need to tie

you up to keep you from rolling around? This changing table is made to

handle little squirming babies, you know" the skunk warned.

I stared up at her, frowning at the skunk as she let out a sinister grin. I didn't move a muscle, and I did what I was told.

"...hm... on second thought... maybe I'd better do it anyway, just in case" she then said.

My heart dropped again as the skunk suddenly pulled up a belt across my

waist, and fastened it tightly down upon me. The restraint kept me from

moving an inch; I couldn't roll or squirm in any direction! I whimpered

and let out little infantile moans as I struggled to sit up or position

myself, but I was now under her control. I didn't understand why she

had done it despite me not moving, and I could only assume it was to

make her life easier as I fussed.

Maybe it was the right decision on her part, for the next thing I knew,

she was holding a perfectly fitting diaper in front of me. It was

small, just like me - but looked thick. Very thick. And worse, it was

littered with childish designs and wreaked of a soft, babyish scent. I

loathed the thought of being placed in it; I didn't need diapers, and I

certainly didn't need to be seen in them. The skunk paid no mind to my

weak, restrained struggles - or the muffled cries from behind the

pacifier that filled my mouth.

She merely hummed a tune to herself as she calmly placed the diaper on

me; first sliding it under my bottom, then applying baby powder all

throughout my underside. Then she pulled it up and over my front, and

secured it firmly in place. It only complimented my regressed, infantile

figure. The poofy diaper made me feel as though I had a pillow between

my legs, and the powder mixed with the scent of the diaper itself

reminded me with every breath that I was no longer the adult I knew

myself as. I was now something much smaller, and much more dependent.

"You like your diapeys Gemma? Hm? I hope so - we want you to be showing

those off nice and happy for the camera. And we have some nice clothes,

too. We'll be going through this all night long - and don't you worry,

little lady - we have plenty of milk and baby food for you to gobble up.

And we have plenty of diapers, too. Don't be shy" the skunk said.

It was a terrifying revelation; I was going to be on camera! In these

diapers, and in awful babyish clothing! I'll be seen like this by

hundreds of thousands of people on the television! The shame and regret

overwhelmed me. Tears immediately filled my eyes, and I began to sob and

cry like the baby I now was. I laid there for some time longer, crying

and suckling upon my pacifier as the skunk put one of my dresses on me. I

wished the pacifier would console me of my stress and frustration like

it would to a real baby, but before it even had a chance to work, there

was a sudden knock on the door - and it was showtime.

"C'mon, you ready with her yet?" the director shouted through the door.

"Sure am! Isn't she just precious? Look - she's such a pretty baby!" the skunk belittled.

I merely pouted at my own reflection in the mirror, but the skunk

smiled at me. I suckled on the pacifier as she wiped away the tears from

my cheeks. A part of me was hoping it would actually soothe me like

they do real babies with real instinctive feelings. I did my best to

focus on it, closing my eyes and simply keeping my attention on calming

down.

"Bring her out to the set - it's all ready. Just need her and we can get this show on the road" the director grumbled.

The next thing I knew I was being whisked away to the set. We left the

cramped dressing room and wandered down the familiar narrow hallway. In

no time at all, I was brought into the biggest room of the whole studio,

and could see people everywhere tinkering with cables, lighting

equipment, cameras, and adjusting a set that was tailored just for me.

Of course, I cringed when I saw what I was going into.

It was decorated like a nursery. Three walls painted with exciting

colors and decorations; a high chair, a crib, a changing table, stuffed

animals and miscellaneous furniture lined with childish knickknacks and

toys - all to lie to the viewers that I was a real baby and in need of

the products that I was showing off. Enormous and painfully bright

lights beamed towards the corner with a high chair, and I knew

immediately that that was my first destination.

"Alright, first we need some stock images for the highchair and baby

food advertisements. Just set her in it and we can get what we need, but

she needs to look happy. Anastasia, you're in charge of entertaining

her while we try to get through this" the director announced.

I wriggled about in the arms of the skunk, and sucked on my pacifier

discontentedly as we got onto the set - and even more so as I was placed

into the high chair. I was dropped into the hard wooden seat, and

watched as my skunk caregiver immediately adjusted restraints. My legs

kicked and fidgeted as I whined and wiggled about, but a tight restraint

around my waist kept me from moving much. Glancing down, I could see

other restraints for my arms - but Anastasia did not put them on me.

The lights that beamed towards me were painfully bright. Worse, a crowd

of set crew rushed towards me to attempt to make me more comfortable,

but all it did was make me claustrophobic. They adjusted my dress, posed

my head and brushed my hair, and they messed around with all of the set

pieces behind me to make sure it was just perfect.

"We can't have that pacifier in her mouth like that. Is she going to

start crying or something if we take it out?" one of the people said.

I sucked on my pacifier, and knew they were talking about the ribbon

that was keeping me from spitting it out of my mouth. The skunk shrugged

as she spoke with the others.

"I hope not. It'll just make it last longer, so you'd better not fuss, Gem!" the skunk warned.

I hadn't even realized it, but the pacifier in my mouth had actually

calmed me down some. If not for some primitive nurturing, then it was

certainly because I had spent so much energy trying to calm down with

it. They wanted to take it away from me even though it was the only

thing that had actually made me relax, and I began to feel flustered

once more. I did my best to keep my composure as they undid the ribbon,

and pulled it from my mouth.

"Now smile, Gemma! You're on camera!" the skunk teased.

I knew I must've looked like a mess. I certainly wasn't smiling, and my

eyes were beginning to water up with tears from the stagefright and the

shameful situation I was in. Worse, as I saw it being taken further and

further from me, I felt my heart collapse in my chest. It was the one

thing that had calmed me down! How could they take it from me!? Before I

knew it, a high-pitched whine slowly built to full on screaming and

sobbing.

"Give it back! Give it back!" I shouted; though I knew my voice was

only in my mind. From the outside, I was merely screaming babyish

nonsense. I reached for it and screamed, but my pacifier was so far

away.

"Awww, c'mon Gemma! It's just for a little while!" Anastasia said with a condescendingly childish tone.

"B-But..! Just give it back!" I whined; knowing she couldn't understand a word. But I knew she knew exactly what I wanted.

"Can't we just let her have her pacifier? She's going to fuss till she

gets it" I heard one of the stage crew whisper, but the skunk shook her

head.

"The director doesn't want it... um... someone get a silly toy to try to

make her laugh. We just need a few good pictures - so act fast!"

Anastasia suggested.

At once, several cameramen pulled out expensive devices and began

adjusting them. Instantly, I froze from intimidation. I didn't want to

be in the highchair any longer, and I looked at Anastasia for help;

though I knew she wasn't going to help me escape. Rather, she smiled and

waved like I was a real baby, and I pouted in response. As the

photographers focused and waited, something in the background caught my

attention.

"Here, try to make her laugh with this" I heard.

From a distance, I could see my skunk caregiver get ahold of a giant

brightly colored stuffed animal. At first, I scowled as she began making

silly noises and waving the plushie in the air to entertain me... but

then it began to peak my interest. It was a yellow and green

caterpillar, and it was absolutely ridiculous looking. It was big and

flopped around so awkwardly that I couldn't help but crack a giggle as

Anastasia made silly motions and noises.

Like I did with the pacifier, I began to focus on the stuffed animal to

relieve my stress. I blocked out everyone else around me the best I

could, and I soon became so distracted that I couldn't even hear the

loud noises of their cameras taking pictures of me. My face was still

flushed from my outburst earlier, but I was soon giggling and smiling;

surely an adorable sight to see! A few minutes had passed, and before I

knew it... it was over.

"Okay, pictures for the high chair advertisement is over. Next we need

footage for our baby food clients. Do we have solution and a jar of food

prepared?" I heard the director grumble.

At once the crowd of photographers dispersed, and Anastasia waved

someone over. Glancing up, I could see another stranger approaching me

with a jar of baby food. She was an older looking woman; well dressed

with gray hair and pudgy, wrinkled cheeks. But she did not seem kind, I

was immediately put off. Her expression was unwelcoming, and she glanced

down at me with a scowl. At once, I cowered and frowned as the stranger

approached me with a unfriendly and unwelcoming scowl. The last thing I

wanted was a complete stranger shoving food in my mouth - especially

someone who doesn't like babies!

"This is baby Gemma, say hi!" Anastasia playfully introduced.

Still though, the older woman's wrinkles twitched at the sight of me.

"Yes, yes... I know who this is. You didn't tell me she was a squirrel.

Don't baby squirrels bite? She'd better not nip or scratch me" the old

woman said.

I felt my eyes widen and my mouth fell agape from her accusation.

"W-Well, she wouldn't. She's a good little squirrel! No fussing here!" Anastasia explained.

She was absolutely correct; I had no intention of making this last any

longer than necessary! But the old hand actress did not care what

Anastasia had to say...

"Right. I'm sure she's an angel... but I don't care. Tie her arms down so

she doesn't scratch me. The last thing my beautiful hands need is some

brat ripping them apart" the old woman insisted, scoffing and looking

away dramatically.

My heart sank; what a terrible old woman! Anastasia blinked with

astonishment at the old actress, but there was no contesting the

request. I watched as my caretaker reluctantly reached down, grabbed my

arms, and tightly restrained them down to my sides. I wriggled and

batted my hands away from her, but I was inevitably overpowered and

forced to give in. As if my situation wasn't bad enough, now my hands

and arms were stuck to my sides without any chance of getting loose!

Straps kept them firmly in place, and I now felt horribly confined.

As the director explained what each person should be doing, I began to

feel that ugly sense of entrapment once more. Anastasia wiped my face

and gussied me up while the stage crew hustled about and adjusted the

lighting, set props, and gear. In no time, I felt all eyes on me once

more. The awful actor that was to spoon feed me impatiently tapped her

foot as we waited for everyone else to finish getting ready, while I

trembled like the scared little baby I was forced to be. I fought with

the straps to get my hands free, and wriggled around in my diaper - but

there was no escaping this terrible situation...

I wasn't looking forward to being fed. I hadn't had baby food in as

long as I could remember, and I couldn't imagine it tasting very good.

The jar was filled with a mushy, nasty looking thick paste with an

awkward color that made me worry for my taste buds. Worse, the smell

made my nose wrinkle, and I pouted as the spoonful of mush was presented

before my unwelcoming maw. Before I knew it, it was time for action on

the set once more. Cameras focused on my babyish face from all angles,

and everyone clustered up uncomfortably close.

"Now remember Gemma, be sure to smile for the camera!" I heard

Anastasia say from a distance. I knew it wasn't going to be easy...

"Don't you worry, skunk. She'll do as she's told" the old actress insisted.

I found it nearly impossible to smile, now more than ever. The old

actress gave me a sinister glare, and I swallowed my own spit hard. Not

only was she intimidating, but everyone else was so much bigger than me.

This whole confusing situation made me shiver with fright! Here I was, a

fully grown and distinguished law student trapped in the body of her

infantile self. It was humiliating to be stuck in a high chair, wearing a

diaper, about to be spoon fed like a baby!

"Ready, and... action!" I heard the director call out.

I looked down at the intimidating spoonful of mush as it slowly

approached my little mouth. The awful stench of cheap baby food made my

nose wriggle, and I turned my head away - but the hand continued to

guide it toward me with unyielding persistence. With each turn of my

head, the spoon found its way back in front of my mouth until it finally

met my lips. I kept my mouth sealed tightly shut, closed my eyes, and

did my best to resist, even as it was smeared all about my face.

I could hear background muttering from the stage crew as I ruined

perfectly good film. I refused to take in the spoonful of foul smelling

baby food, and the only thing the cameras were capturing was footage of

my resistance. I could feel the tension on the set rising as I fussed

and stayed difficult for the old actress. I had no intention of letting

her shove the spoon in my mouth, but the old woman was cunning, and

would have her way...

"Come on you little brat, eat!" I heard the actress shout.

At once, I felt a horrible sensation! It all happened so fast; a harsh,

sharp pinch in my side caused me to shout, but my shriek was muted by

the intrusion of the tip of the plastic spoon being wedged harshly

between my lips. It forced its way into my little baby mouth and it was

soon filled with the atrocious taste of whatever the baby food was

flavored with. I scowled, and slowly chewed it, before swallowing

painfully hard. It, mixed with my side throbbing from the evil old

woman's pinch, made for a very unpleasant experience.

"There you go, Gemma. Good girl, now just keep going!" I heard Anastasia

encourage from a distance. I didn't believe she knew what had just

happened.

I cowered in the spotlight. The disgusting baby food swirled around in

my mouth and slithered down my throat as I forced it down. The taste and

texture was not much to my liking at all and only added to the

unpleasant experience. But one mouthful was not enough; spoonful after

spoonful was shoved into my maw, and each time, I did my best to stomach

the nasty concoction. I took it in one after another out of fear of

being pinched again.

"That's it, keep the cameras rolling!" the director shouted.

Each spoonful filled my little regressed stomach more and more, and I

could feel it becoming uncomfortably full. Still, I tried my best to

make them all happy as I continued to swallow each mouthful of slop. I

began to feel sick and nauseous; my full stomach, my nerves, and the

unbearable heat on the set all became too much. I wasn't sure how much

time had passed, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep going -

but I knew that my body could not handle it any longer. At once, my body

burped and hiccuped - and before I could help it, my bib, and the

actor's hand were both covered in the slop that was once in my stomach.

"Ugh! Disgusting!" I heard the old lady shout as she slammed down the spoon.

"Oh, come on Gemma, just a bit more sweetie!" I heard Anastasia encourage.

I started to whine and fuss, but that whining and fussing was quick to

transition to crying and wailing as I felt completely overwhelmed. I

couldn't believe I had accidentally spit up my food all over myself and

the actor's hand; it was utterly humiliating! Worse was my little

accident had interrupted the filming and made it last even longer.

Everyone scattered about and adjusted their equipment as I was cleaned

off and prepped for the shoot once more.

"This is ridiculous; I deserve better than to be paid to spoonfeed some

brat for television. I demand we find another baby! I demand a raise!"

the old woman shouted.

Her shouting hurt my ears, and it did nothing but make my anxiety worse.

At once, I felt tears swell up in my eyes - and I began to cry! Wailing

like a little infant, I began to feel a tantrum overwhelm me once more,

just like in Anastasia's dressing room. With my eyes shut, I screamed,

cried, and threw my limbs around the best I could from within the

confines and restraints of the high chair. I didn't even realize how

babyish I had become!

But it would soon pay off. My screaming and crying brought attention,

and I soon felt a soft hand petting my head soothingly. Through teary

eyes, I could see Anastasia standing over me with a smile on her face; a

comforting sight after the horrible experience I had just gone through.

I was not sure how long I had been fussing, but I glanced around and

could not find the dangerous old villain anywhere in the room.

"Hi there, Gemma. How're we doing, hm?" I heard.

She petted my head, wiped some of the mess off of my clothes, and then wiped some of the tears off of my flushed cheeks.

"I just got done talking to the director, and he's not very happy,

Gemma. He says we need you to smile and be a happy baby!" she explained.

I pouted worse, and looked away in despair. What did she expect?

"Someone is a little scaredy squirrel, yeah? Well don't you worry -

it'll all be over soon. That cranky lady is gone now... I didn't like her

either. Would you like it if I fed you, hm?" she asked.

My eyes became wider. I certainly trusted her the most out of anyone else here...

"...maybe I could get you out of those ugly arm restraints?" she bargained.

I was still pouting, and I fought with the straps that forced my hands

to be uncomfortably positioned. Worse, the harsh material was now

rubbing against my wrists and irritating my skin. Of course, I wasn't

very assured by Anastasia... but something about her made me feel a little

less scared. Her touch and her voice seemed very sincere; as if she was

the only one who actually cared about what I was thinking and doing. It

made me wonder who else on the set actually knew that I was actually an

adult trapped in a little infant's body, and I had the funniest feeling

that she was the only one besides the director.

"If you're a good little squirrel, then we can let you go play with that

silly little caterpillar you liked so much. How'd that be? Hm?" she

whispered in my ear.

"...and how about that nice little binky you were sucking on before? You

can have that back, too. I promise. And if you're an especially good

little baby girl, just think about how much faster we'll be done" she

finished.

It was a dirty trick. I didn't want just to have my pacifier or the

silly caterpillar near me; I wanted to be out this silly shrunken and

regressed body, and be completely out of this ridiculous situation

altogether! But those were the only things that had brought me any

comfort since this situation began, and the promise of having those

things back brought me a small amount of comfort. Here I was, a fully

grown adult woman forced to act like a baby in front of a bunch of

strangers. Of course, I spoke to the only friendly person I've met since

walking in the doors to the studio, but only babyish babbling nonsense

came out.

"I think SOMEONE is excited about that!" she teased. I merely blushed.

I didn't want to act excited about having a pacifier or a stuffed

caterpillar, but what else could I do? Awkwardly nodding my head up and

down at Anastasia, I slowly gave in to the compromise of eating foul

cheap baby food for simple infantile amusement and comfort. At once, the

ritzy skunk undid my restraints and freed my little paws - and I could

feel some sense of freedom. It was a welcome feeling, especially for

what would follow.

In almost no time, the crowd moved back into position. Hot lights beamed

back at me, and the camera focused on my tiny little mouth. Anastasia

scooped up a spoonful of slop, and aimed the long plastic spoon towards

my mouth. My stomach was heavy, and I wasn't hungry at all - but I had

to at least try to finish what was in the jar...

"And... action!" I heard the director shout.

Immediately, silence fell on the set. Nothing but the sound of the spoon

scraping the half empty glass jar could be heard as I began to get fed

for the camera. A wad of nasty tasting paste smeared around against my

tongue and the roof of my mouth, and all I could do was attempt to smile

like the happy little baby I was supposed to be. As I forced a fake

grin on my face, I heard muttering in the crowd followed by the loud

clicking of photographs being taken. They all bought into it, and I knew

I was doing a good job.

But my good work was only beginning to get rewarded.

Each time I swallowed a mouthful of slop, I also swallowed my pride. I

began to get encouraged to do more than just smile; my cheesy little

grins became accompanied with enthusiastic bounces, gleeful giggles, and

excited expressions. I was only acting, of course - and it hurt to do

so for the roomful of strangers - but as my acting produced sound

results, I began to feel better knowing that everyone else was content

with my work. After a short while, I wasn't the only one smiling! The

whole crew seemed just as happy as I was pretending to be, and I took

pleasure in knowing I was at least doing my part...

"Alright, we have what we need for the baby food advert. Let's take a

short break to prep Baby Gemma for the diaper advert up next" I heard

the director announce.

At once, my heart sank in my little squirrel chest. Did the director

just announce a diaper advertisement?! Before I could do anything, I

felt Anastasia come from behind and undo my restraints before lifting me

upwards into the air.

"Alright little squirrel, hows our diaper holding up, hm?" she teased.

I squealed as the skunk had the audacity to pull up my dress and inspect

the thick diaper hanging between my legs! It was an unnecessary

violation of my privacy because I knew very well that my diaper was dry

and certainly clean! Who did she think I was?

"Oh Gemma, you need a change! Let's get you all cleaned up before you have to go back on" Anastasia chuckled.

It was impossible! My cheeks blushed the deepest shade of red as I began

to imagine what had happened in my diaper without my knowledge. I never

felt a thing, and I figured the skunk had to be bluffing. How would I

not notice that I had had an accident? I wriggled about in her embrace,

but the skunk held me firmly against her chest. We wandered from one

side of the set to the other where a changing table was waiting, and I

soon found myself lying down for my caretaker like the helpless baby I

was.

Kicking my legs idly, she pulled my dress right off so that I was now in

only my diaper. I wasn't sure what I had done in my diaper that

demanded her attention; I couldn't see that far down, and she never

explained much. As I thought about it, I wasn't so sure my pride could

take it anyway. I felt the grown skunk wipe my diaper area clean of

whatever was down there, and I blushed redder with each swipe. Worse,

the wipes were cold - and I fidgeted each time.

"Oh I know little Gemma. They're so chilly! But we want to make sure you

don't get a rash. When baby Gemma gets her diapers changed, we want to

be ALL clean, right?" she said.

Continuing to pout, I did my best to ignore her condescending tone.

Next, I smelled the awful babyish scent of baby powder - and the soft,

warm feeling of her paws rubbing it all over. I felt disgusted by her

touch, and I was glad when it was finally over. She wrapped up my used

diaper, pitched it away, and put me in a new diaper - fresh, clean, and

just as thick as the last one I was in. She taped it securely in place,

and I was finally over with yet another humiliating situation I was

forced to be in.

I was not fond of the diaper. It was the worst of the worst as far as

being a baby was concerned. The spoon feeding, the babyish attire,

acting like the infant I had become, feeling so small and helpless - all

seemed to pale in comparison to the big, poofy diaper between my legs.

It was the epitome of helplessness for me; to clearly be in no control

over my own bladder or bowels was the ultimate embarrassment. I couldn't

control my own body, and couldn't hold onto my own decency because the

skunk knew what I had done even before I did. And as she carried me over

to the set, my heart began to race as cameras were lined up for no

other purpose than to record me in my diaper.

Of course, only I knew how terrible it was. I was a baby; no one cared

about me being in diaper. But I was only a baby to everyone else; in my

mind, I was still the adult I knew myself to be. I loathed acting like a

baby, and my adult pride was still too strong for me to simply allow

people to record me in my diaper. It was going to be seen by countless

people on television! As I thought about it more and more, I felt my

heart begin to race. Worse, as I was gently placed in the center of the

floor on the set, I felt stagefright worse than ever before...

...but this time, I would have help!

"Okay - here's your binky, baby Gemma!" Anastasia said.

She handed me the pacifier I had sucked on so contently before. With the

nipple firmly in my mouth, and the freedom to be able to waddle around -

I felt less confined and more comforted than ever before. But it was

only the beginning, for the next thing I knew, a great big caterpillar

was plopped right next to me. The silly caterpillar from before was

right next to me!

"This is Grub. Grub, this is baby Gemma. Say hi, baby Gemma!" Anastasia

excitedly said, using her paws to bounce the caterpillar up-and-down

like it were really alive.

I couldn't help it; immediately, I giggled at the ridiculous stuffed

animal as Anastasia slithered it past me. Next, she hung it high over my

head - making me reach high up to touch its soft, crazily-colored fur.

As we continued to play with the caterpillar, I couldn't help but lose

track of my surroundings.

Sucking on my pacifier, I simply acted like the baby everyone thought I

was - and I didn't even realize the cameras were already rolling. My

diaper clung tightly to my little body through every stretch, twist, and

turn my body went through as I played with Grub - and the cameras

caught every moment of it. Anastasia and I played for some time, and

before I even realized what was happening, the shoot was already mostly

done!

"Alright, let's move in for some closeups of the diaper..." I heard the pig director shout, followed by coughing and snorting.

I was sitting on my padded butt now, and I watched a cameraman creep

inward to take some more pictures - but I didn't even have time to blush

before they were done. There was still one more picture for them to

take.

"Okay Anastasia put her on that caterpillar... thing... Lay her down like she's sleeping. It'll make a great shot" I heard.

Without any hesitation, my skunk caregiver scooped me up and put me onto

Grub. Never before in my life had I ever felt so small; my legs dangled

inches off the floor, and the caterpillar seemed to stretch at great

length both in front and behind me. Grub seemed so big, but it wasn't

because he was large - it was because I was so little!

Finally, I laid down on top of the big squishy stuffed caterpillar,

closed my eyes, and stayed still as they all took pictures and recorded

me pretending to be asleep in my diaper. I waited until the director

shouted before I dared move from my spot.

"Thats a wrap. I want this production sent straight to editing! These

diaper ads are our best yet! No time to waste, let's get this moving!"

the director shouted.

Instantly, the crew scattered like ants - and I was scooped right up by

Anastasia. Carefully she walked me through the busy crowd as they

rearranged the set, and took me off to the side.

"Good job, Gemma! You did so good, showing off in that diaper!" Anastasia praised

Despite how embarrassed I was for doing it, I giggled and felt an odd

sense of accomplishment for doing it well. Was I really that cute of a

baby? Was the grumpy and difficult director really impressed with my

results? It was humbling, and I wasn't sure how to feel about my

bittersweet accomplishment.

My mind was caught in the afterglow of the rush of being in the

spotlight - and I began to feel overwhelmed as I put it all into

perspective. I began to feel that the worst was over... and I hated to

admit, even to myself, that maybe it wasn't as bad as I was expecting it

to be! Of course, maybe that was my exhaustion getting the best of

me...

The noisy set began to fade away into the background as she carried me

far off to the side, and into a room. It was dark, quiet, and peaceful;

perfectly what I was in need of. My whole body was weaker than before,

and my eyelids were becoming heavy. Yawning and wiggling about, I felt

Anastasia lower me down into a crib. Glancing around, I noticed that the

crib was much larger than a normal infant's crib.

In fact, as I stared about my surroundings, I realized that the crib

wasn't the only thing extra large. I was in a nursery - but everything

about it seemed extra big! My tired eyes were either playing tricks on

me... or I was in an adult-sized nursery! What in the world could it be

for? What else did this studio do? How many others had been here before

me, and why?

"Someone has been a very good little baby the last few hours. I think

maybe Gemma has earned a nap" she softly said to me; carefully petting

my head.

The skunk towered over me and distracted me from observing my

surroundings,. As much as I was curious about this adult nursery, my

exhaustion was taking over too quickly. Anastasia's soft, soothing touch

mixed with the comfortable crib. Though I was trapped within the bars, I

began to feel as though I was safe within it's confines. Somehow, deep

down inside, I knew that Anastasia - my only friend here - would keep me

safe from danger.

"Go to sleep Gemma, and wake up big again" she whispered.

It was a great thought, and only added to my peace of mind. Knowing that

I'd wake up and this would all be over brought me more solace than any

pacifier, stuffed animal, or caregiver ever could. But as I began to

drift quickly to sleep, I couldn't help but admit to myself once more

that maybe this wasn't as bad as I had initially thought!

...and maybe I could even do it again!