{"sf1_id":713942,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Gemma, the Baby Star","author":"Notrix","words":8318,"posted_at":"2014-06-05T07:20:00.000Z","tags":["Age Regression","Babyfur","Clean","Diapers","First Person","Forced","Humiliation","Raccoon","Squirrel","baby","diaperfur","regression"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/713942-gemma-the-baby-star","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/713942","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=713942\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Written for http://www.furaffinity.net/user/babystar","content":"\"Tell me more about school, Gem\" I heard the director say to me.\nI was nervous, and I fidgeted about in my seat. I did my best to make\neye contact and maintain my composure, but it was nearly impossible with\nmy nerves. Wriggling around uncomfortably in my seat, I found it\ndifficult to answer any more questions. The two of us had been talking\nfor an hour, and my nerves were getting worn out from the tense\ninterview he had been putting me through. Letting out an exasperated\nsigh, I continued on...\n\"Oh, um... I'm... currently finishing my final year at university\" I explained.\nThe swine sitting across from me nodded his head understandingly before\nglancing down at his notes. He snorted awkwardly as he rummaged through\nthe paperwork in my file, and I observed my surroundings in the\ndowntime. A desk separated us both, but the dim lighting of his office\nmade for an uncomfortably intimate atmosphere between us. Idly, I sipped\nfrom the cup of water he had given me earlier. It wasn't very long ago\nthat I took it, but the glass was mostly gone already; the heat in the\ncramped room mixed with my anxiety, and kept me sweating bullets the\nwhole time.\n \n\"Ah, right. It says here you are a law major. Very good\" the pig\nmumbled, staring deep into a folder with all of my information in it.\nI forced a polite smirk and wriggled around in my seat. Why couldn't I get comfortable?\n\"I'd best be keeping your number handy then\" he said to me with a smug\ngrin. I wasn't sure if he was coming on to me, or just joking about\nkeeping tabs for business.\n\"I don't know much about film, mind you\" I clarified.\n\"Hm, I best keep it anyway - just in case, yeah?\" he then said,\nfollowed by a confident chuckle under his breath that faded out quietly.\nAnother unattractive snort ended his giggle.\nI chuckled, rolled my eyes, and shook my head with disbelief. He was a\npig; short, rotund, and a dirty appearance was not what I looked for in a\ncompanion. I was a distinguished, attractive, sassy young squirrel -\ncertainly out of his league! I was not full of myself, but I knew I\ncould certainly find better men. His unprofessionalism turned me off,\nand I simply turned my head away. Noticing my disinterest, he turned his\nattention away from me - coughing and wheezing lightly before slurping\nhis lips disgustingly as he scanned my paperwork...\n \n\"So what exactly is this?\" I asked out loud, doing my best to change the subject.\nThe pig snorted one more time and sat upright.\n\"This is a followup review, Gemma - and we are finished. My contacts in\nthe recruitment department were impressed and highly recommended I sit\ndown and look at you. As you were told, we are an independent film and\nphotography studio. Right now we need a model to show off various\nproducts. Clothes, food, furniture - you name it. We've got the\ncontracts, we've got the products, now we need a pretty face to show\nthem off to the world. This is not an interview, but I am making doubly\nsure you are fit for the role. And... I do believe you do\" the pig said,\nchuckling again.\nI was getting sick of his petty compliments, but I batted my eyes at him\nto make him feel a bit better about himself. I did want the job, after\nall...\n\"So long as you are okay with everything, I think we're ready to go\" he explained.\nI shrugged and took the last sip from the cup of water before crushing it into a plastic mess.\n \n\"I'm not trying to start a career working in commercials. It's easy money\" I pointed out.\nHe nodded at me and smiled confidently.\n\"That it is. So let's cut to the chase then. The shoot begins soon. I\ntrust you've made the proper arrangements? It's going to take a few\nhours and we can't be interrupted. These are rushed projects for the\ncompanies that need these advertisements, so we're getting it all done\ntonight. You're... sure you won't be disturbed?\" he asked.\nI shook my head. I already knew what I was getting myself into. Or so I thought.\nAs I sat there, I suddenly felt a strange feeling come over me. It was\nif I had just now noticed how truly hot it was in the room, and it\ninstantly became unbearable. My head pounded, and I wiped my brow of\nsweat. My mind became dizzy and confused, and I found it hard to\nconcentrate on what I was doing. I tried my best to maintain my\ncomposure and keep my professionalism, but it was difficult...\n\"Gemma? Go ahead and sign these forms. Read over them if you'd like -\nit's just the same old rubbish stating your consent and everything\" he\nsaid, before pushing a small bit of paper towards me.\n \nI didn't bother reading them. It was irresponsible of me, especially as\na student of law, to ignore the fine print. But I already knew what it\nwas, and what it was asking - and the sweltering heat in the room made\nme too uncomfortable. I followed his lead, signed my name where I needed\nto, and soon found myself locked in by contract to do my part in a\ncommercial. It didn't really phase me, and I was actually quite excited\nto be on television - but it was hard for me to be excited when I was as\nnervous and stressed as I was.\nTimes were hard. University costs were rising. I was having a hard time\nkeeping up, but I was doing the best I could. It was only a week ago\nthat I found an ad in the newspaper; a local studio was looking for\ncheap actors for a clothes advertisement. It was harmless, and it seemed\ngenuine from my research - so I figured why not? And now, here I was - a\npoor law student trying to finish her program while trying to earn a\nquick, honest dollar. \nBut I wanted to get a move on!\n\"H-How much more is there?\" I asked, taking a deep breath.\n \nThe heat in my body was becoming too much. A feeling of nausea was\ngrowing as the room seemed to spin around me, and my legs were becoming\nweak while my arms became limp. My whole body was erupting with a\nsickening fire from within, and I couldn't handle it anymore. Placing my\nhead down on the table, I took a deep breath and did my best to collect\nmyself.\n\"Gemma? You okay? How are you feeling?\" I heard the director say with an apathetic, almost careless tone.\n\"U-Um... I'm... I'm afraid I m-might be sick!\" I whined.\n\"No, no Gemma. Don't you worry about that - you're just going through\nsomething right now. Don't be afraid, just relax\" I heard him say. His\nvoice seemed to echo in my head.\nMy heart sank as he put his little shriveled piggy hand on my shoulder as if to console me, but I was hardly soothed.\n\"W-What are you talking about?\" I asked; my whole face flushed, and my body shaking.\n\"Just calm down, and it'll all be over soon. Just a few more minutes\" he said.\n\"What did you do to me?!\" I shouted!\n \nAs I shouted, the banging in my head grew stronger and it hurt just to\nhear my own voice. The director stood over me with a watchful, careless\ngaze as I writhed in agony for some time longer - scared and confused as\nto what could possibly be happening to me. Soon, it all became\nunbearable and I couldn't even move! I clenched my eyes and mouth shut,\nand I did my best to believe him; that the sickly agony overwhelming me\nwould soon be over.\nFortunately for me, however - it soon was.\nThe feelings that came so quickly and strongly built up and peaked at\nan unbearable level, but then abruptly left, leaving me panting from\nexhaustion. I felt my body relax and cool off, but I could hardly move.\nAn exasperated, relieved sigh naturally escaped me, and I opened my eyes\nfeeling as though I had just awoken from a terrible nightmare. I was\nstill covered in sweat, and my muscles were sore. I felt as if I had\njust finished a rigorous workout, but there was no awful pain and no\nsickly feelings anymore - and for that, I couldn't have been happier.\n \n\"Good girl, Gem. Now we can get you ready for the shoot\" I heard.\nThings were different now. I glanced at the director, but he was no\nlonger eye level with me. Rather, he towered over me like a giant - but\nit wasn't just him. I fidgeted about as I glanced around the room, and\nthe tables, chairs, file cabinets, the computer desk - everything seemed\nso much bigger! Though, I quickly learned that it wasn't the room that\nhas gotten bigger, but it was I who had gotten much, much smaller.\nI panicked. I went to scream and shout as the towering director reached\ndown and grabbed me, but nothing but high pitched squeals and gibberish\ncame out. My arms were limp and weak, and my little legs clumsily\nkicked pathetic thrusts as I struggled to get out of his grasp. Flying\nupward, he carried me like I was a baby out of the room and down the\nhallway outside. What was going on!? Why couldn't I do anything!?\n\"Right, right - let's go Gemma. Let's take you back to the dressing\nroom to get you prepped. Though, a pretty face like your's hardly needs\nmuch\" the director said to me.\n \nI turned my face towards him to respond, but my words were lost. I\ncould hear my normal voice in my head, but each time I spoke - infantile\ngarbage came spilling out. It was as if I lacked the coordination\nnecessary to make the sounds needed to say the words I wanted to speak;\nmy tongue weakly bounced around in my mouth and produced babyish\nbabbling.\nHe didn't bother responding, and simply continued to carry me. We began\nto approach the set, but before I could see it, I was turned into a\nsmall room off to the side. It was a traditional dressing room like I\nhad always imagined; cramped, clothes and accessories sloppily tossed\neverywhere, mirrors on all the walls with blindingly bright lights\nshining at me, and a stylist awaiting my arrival near a great big chair\nfor me to sit in.\n\"Oh my! Look at you, little one - fabulous to meet you! My name is\nAnastasia. You have no reason to fear me\" the stylist said, spinning the\ncomb between her fingers.\nShe looked like quite a character; a young, slim, ritzy looking skunk\ngirl with crazily done black and white hair on her head. Her eyes were\nthin and her mouth was puckered snottily, as if she knew that despite\nbeing a skunk, her odor wreaked less than others. I felt my lip\nquivering with fear from the confusion. I had no idea what was going on!\n \n\"The shoot is in an hour. Get her looking the part; we don't have time\nto waste\" the director ordered. The stylist flicked her tail and nodded\nobediently, before taking me into her arms. Before long, the director\nberid us girls of his presence and left us to ourselves.\n\"Look at you, little girl. You're so precious! Yes you are! You're\ngoing to look absolutely fabulous\" she said to me with a cutesy,\nhumiliatingly condescending tone.\nAnd it was at that very moment I realized just why she was. From where\nshe was holding me, I could see my own reflection in the mirror - but I\nwas not staring back at the person I expected to see. I was much\nsmaller, but even worse... I was a little baby! I hadn't just shrunk down\nin size, but I had actually regressed down in age! The sassy law student\nI knew myself to be was now gone; replaced by the little squirrel girl I\nhad long grown out of.\n\"I know you can hear me, Gemma. I know you're still in there\" the skunk said out loud.\nShe looked at my terrified, pouty baby face in the mirror with a sinister stare, and got closer as if to whisper a secret.\n \n\"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.\nMy heart dropped in my chest, and it hurt to breathe. What was going on\nin this crazy place? What was going to become of me? I couldn't help\nbut feel tears immediately come pouring out of my eyes and down my\ncheeks as I began to grow more and more terrified of my situation. How\nwas this even possible? The skunk wiped away my tears and bounced me up\nand down gently as she walked across the room, but I was hardly soothed.\nNext thing I knew, I was placed gently down on a bed. Again, I shouted\nmy protests and did my best to fight - but nothing but coos and babbling\nescaped my mouth. The skunk merely giggled, as if amused - and placed\nher finger over my mouth to hush me quiet. Angrily, I snapped at her\nfinger, but the skunk was too quick and withdrew it before damage could\nbe done.\n\"Ah, ah! No biting, Gem! Bad squirrel! A lady doesn't bite\" she warned.\nI could feel the heat of my frustration getting the best of me, and I\nangrily shrieked! Kicking and flailing, I began to feel myself on the\nverge of tossing a temper tantrum. I attempted to roll over onto my\nstomach, but I was abruptly stopped by the skunk. She placed her big\nadult hands on my little infantile body, and held me still.\n \n\"Careful, little one. Don't want to roll off and hurt yourself\" she said.\nI continued to struggle, and shrieked even more; a high-pitched scream that would test the patience of any caregiver!\n\"Gemma, stop! GEMMA\" she scolded.\nBut she would quickly gain the upperhand. As I screamed at max volume, a\nsudden intrusion into my mouth brought my cries to an immediate halt.\nThe skunk had the audacity to shove a pacifier into my mouth! Before I\nhad the chance to spit it out at her, I suddenly felt her wrap a thin\nribbon around my head. The pacifier was now secured into my mouth, and I\nhad lost my right to speak at all.\n\"Just be quiet and sit still so I can get you dressed. Do I need to tie\nyou up to keep you from rolling around? This changing table is made to\nhandle little squirming babies, you know\" the skunk warned.\nI 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.\n\"...hm... on second thought... maybe I'd better do it anyway, just in case\" she then said.\n \nMy heart dropped again as the skunk suddenly pulled up a belt across my\nwaist, and fastened it tightly down upon me. The restraint kept me from\nmoving an inch; I couldn't roll or squirm in any direction! I whimpered\nand let out little infantile moans as I struggled to sit up or position\nmyself, but I was now under her control. I didn't understand why she\nhad done it despite me not moving, and I could only assume it was to\nmake her life easier as I fussed.\nMaybe it was the right decision on her part, for the next thing I knew,\nshe was holding a perfectly fitting diaper in front of me. It was\nsmall, just like me - but looked thick. Very thick. And worse, it was\nlittered with childish designs and wreaked of a soft, babyish scent. I\nloathed the thought of being placed in it; I didn't need diapers, and I\ncertainly didn't need to be seen in them. The skunk paid no mind to my\nweak, restrained struggles - or the muffled cries from behind the\npacifier that filled my mouth.\nShe merely hummed a tune to herself as she calmly placed the diaper on\nme; first sliding it under my bottom, then applying baby powder all\nthroughout my underside. Then she pulled it up and over my front, and\nsecured it firmly in place. It only complimented my regressed, infantile\nfigure. The poofy diaper made me feel as though I had a pillow between\nmy legs, and the powder mixed with the scent of the diaper itself\nreminded me with every breath that I was no longer the adult I knew\nmyself as. I was now something much smaller, and much more dependent.\n \n\"You like your diapeys Gemma? Hm? I hope so - we want you to be showing\nthose off nice and happy for the camera. And we have some nice clothes,\ntoo. We'll be going through this all night long - and don't you worry,\nlittle lady - we have plenty of milk and baby food for you to gobble up.\nAnd we have plenty of diapers, too. Don't be shy\" the skunk said.\nIt was a terrifying revelation; I was going to be on camera! In these\ndiapers, and in awful babyish clothing! I'll be seen like this by\nhundreds of thousands of people on the television! The shame and regret\noverwhelmed me. Tears immediately filled my eyes, and I began to sob and\ncry like the baby I now was. I laid there for some time longer, crying\nand suckling upon my pacifier as the skunk put one of my dresses on me. I\nwished the pacifier would console me of my stress and frustration like\nit would to a real baby, but before it even had a chance to work, there\nwas a sudden knock on the door - and it was showtime.\n\"C'mon, you ready with her yet?\" the director shouted through the door.\n \n\"Sure am! Isn't she just precious? Look - she's such a pretty baby!\" the skunk belittled.\nI merely pouted at my own reflection in the mirror, but the skunk\nsmiled at me. I suckled on the pacifier as she wiped away the tears from\nmy cheeks. A part of me was hoping it would actually soothe me like\nthey do real babies with real instinctive feelings. I did my best to\nfocus on it, closing my eyes and simply keeping my attention on calming\ndown.\n\"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.\nThe next thing I knew I was being whisked away to the set. We left the\ncramped dressing room and wandered down the familiar narrow hallway. In\nno time at all, I was brought into the biggest room of the whole studio,\nand could see people everywhere tinkering with cables, lighting\nequipment, cameras, and adjusting a set that was tailored just for me.\nOf course, I cringed when I saw what I was going into.\nIt was decorated like a nursery. Three walls painted with exciting\ncolors and decorations; a high chair, a crib, a changing table, stuffed\nanimals and miscellaneous furniture lined with childish knickknacks and\ntoys - all to lie to the viewers that I was a real baby and in need of\nthe products that I was showing off. Enormous and painfully bright\nlights beamed towards the corner with a high chair, and I knew\nimmediately that that was my first destination.\n \n\"Alright, first we need some stock images for the highchair and baby\nfood advertisements. Just set her in it and we can get what we need, but\nshe needs to look happy. Anastasia, you're in charge of entertaining\nher while we try to get through this\" the director announced.\nI wriggled about in the arms of the skunk, and sucked on my pacifier\ndiscontentedly as we got onto the set - and even more so as I was placed\ninto the high chair. I was dropped into the hard wooden seat, and\nwatched as my skunk caregiver immediately adjusted restraints. My legs\nkicked and fidgeted as I whined and wiggled about, but a tight restraint\naround my waist kept me from moving much. Glancing down, I could see\nother restraints for my arms - but Anastasia did not put them on me.\nThe lights that beamed towards me were painfully bright. Worse, a crowd\nof set crew rushed towards me to attempt to make me more comfortable,\nbut all it did was make me claustrophobic. They adjusted my dress, posed\nmy head and brushed my hair, and they messed around with all of the set\npieces behind me to make sure it was just perfect.\n \n\"We can't have that pacifier in her mouth like that. Is she going to\nstart crying or something if we take it out?\" one of the people said.\nI sucked on my pacifier, and knew they were talking about the ribbon\nthat was keeping me from spitting it out of my mouth. The skunk shrugged\nas she spoke with the others.\n\"I hope not. It'll just make it last longer, so you'd better not fuss, Gem!\" the skunk warned.\nI hadn't even realized it, but the pacifier in my mouth had actually\ncalmed me down some. If not for some primitive nurturing, then it was\ncertainly because I had spent so much energy trying to calm down with\nit. They wanted to take it away from me even though it was the only\nthing that had actually made me relax, and I began to feel flustered\nonce more. I did my best to keep my composure as they undid the ribbon,\nand pulled it from my mouth.\n\"Now smile, Gemma! You're on camera!\" the skunk teased.\nI knew I must've looked like a mess. I certainly wasn't smiling, and my\neyes were beginning to water up with tears from the stagefright and the\nshameful situation I was in. Worse, as I saw it being taken further and\nfurther from me, I felt my heart collapse in my chest. It was the one\nthing that had calmed me down! How could they take it from me!? Before I\nknew it, a high-pitched whine slowly built to full on screaming and\nsobbing.\n \n\"Give it back! Give it back!\" I shouted; though I knew my voice was\nonly in my mind. From the outside, I was merely screaming babyish\nnonsense. I reached for it and screamed, but my pacifier was so far\naway.\n\"Awww, c'mon Gemma! It's just for a little while!\" Anastasia said with a condescendingly childish tone.\n\"B-But..! Just give it back!\" I whined; knowing she couldn't understand a word. But I knew she knew exactly what I wanted.\n\"Can't we just let her have her pacifier? She's going to fuss till she\ngets it\" I heard one of the stage crew whisper, but the skunk shook her\nhead.\n\"The director doesn't want it... um... someone get a silly toy to try to\nmake her laugh. We just need a few good pictures - so act fast!\"\nAnastasia suggested.\nAt once, several cameramen pulled out expensive devices and began\nadjusting them. Instantly, I froze from intimidation. I didn't want to\nbe in the highchair any longer, and I looked at Anastasia for help;\nthough I knew she wasn't going to help me escape. Rather, she smiled and\nwaved like I was a real baby, and I pouted in response. As the\nphotographers focused and waited, something in the background caught my\nattention.\n \n\"Here, try to make her laugh with this\" I heard.\nFrom a distance, I could see my skunk caregiver get ahold of a giant\nbrightly colored stuffed animal. At first, I scowled as she began making\nsilly noises and waving the plushie in the air to entertain me... but\nthen it began to peak my interest. It was a yellow and green\ncaterpillar, and it was absolutely ridiculous looking. It was big and\nflopped around so awkwardly that I couldn't help but crack a giggle as\nAnastasia made silly motions and noises.\nLike I did with the pacifier, I began to focus on the stuffed animal to\nrelieve my stress. I blocked out everyone else around me the best I\ncould, and I soon became so distracted that I couldn't even hear the\nloud noises of their cameras taking pictures of me. My face was still\nflushed from my outburst earlier, but I was soon giggling and smiling;\nsurely an adorable sight to see! A few minutes had passed, and before I\nknew it... it was over.\n\"Okay, pictures for the high chair advertisement is over. Next we need\nfootage for our baby food clients. Do we have solution and a jar of food\nprepared?\" I heard the director grumble.\n \nAt once the crowd of photographers dispersed, and Anastasia waved\nsomeone over. Glancing up, I could see another stranger approaching me\nwith a jar of baby food. She was an older looking woman; well dressed\nwith gray hair and pudgy, wrinkled cheeks. But she did not seem kind, I\nwas immediately put off. Her expression was unwelcoming, and she glanced\ndown at me with a scowl. At once, I cowered and frowned as the stranger\napproached me with a unfriendly and unwelcoming scowl. The last thing I\nwanted was a complete stranger shoving food in my mouth - especially\nsomeone who doesn't like babies!\n\"This is baby Gemma, say hi!\" Anastasia playfully introduced.\nStill though, the older woman's wrinkles twitched at the sight of me.\n\"Yes, yes... I know who this is. You didn't tell me she was a squirrel.\nDon't baby squirrels bite? She'd better not nip or scratch me\" the old\nwoman said.\nI felt my eyes widen and my mouth fell agape from her accusation.\n\"W-Well, she wouldn't. She's a good little squirrel! No fussing here!\" Anastasia explained.\n \nShe was absolutely correct; I had no intention of making this last any\nlonger than necessary! But the old hand actress did not care what\nAnastasia had to say...\n\"Right. I'm sure she's an angel... but I don't care. Tie her arms down so\nshe doesn't scratch me. The last thing my beautiful hands need is some\nbrat ripping them apart\" the old woman insisted, scoffing and looking\naway dramatically.\nMy heart sank; what a terrible old woman! Anastasia blinked with\nastonishment at the old actress, but there was no contesting the\nrequest. I watched as my caretaker reluctantly reached down, grabbed my\narms, and tightly restrained them down to my sides. I wriggled and\nbatted my hands away from her, but I was inevitably overpowered and\nforced to give in. As if my situation wasn't bad enough, now my hands\nand arms were stuck to my sides without any chance of getting loose!\nStraps kept them firmly in place, and I now felt horribly confined. \nAs the director explained what each person should be doing, I began to\nfeel that ugly sense of entrapment once more. Anastasia wiped my face\nand gussied me up while the stage crew hustled about and adjusted the\nlighting, set props, and gear. In no time, I felt all eyes on me once\nmore. The awful actor that was to spoon feed me impatiently tapped her\nfoot as we waited for everyone else to finish getting ready, while I\ntrembled like the scared little baby I was forced to be. I fought with\nthe straps to get my hands free, and wriggled around in my diaper - but\nthere was no escaping this terrible situation...\n \nI wasn't looking forward to being fed. I hadn't had baby food in as\nlong as I could remember, and I couldn't imagine it tasting very good.\nThe jar was filled with a mushy, nasty looking thick paste with an\nawkward color that made me worry for my taste buds. Worse, the smell\nmade my nose wrinkle, and I pouted as the spoonful of mush was presented\nbefore my unwelcoming maw. Before I knew it, it was time for action on\nthe set once more. Cameras focused on my babyish face from all angles,\nand everyone clustered up uncomfortably close.\n\"Now remember Gemma, be sure to smile for the camera!\" I heard\nAnastasia say from a distance. I knew it wasn't going to be easy...\n\"Don't you worry, skunk. She'll do as she's told\" the old actress insisted.\nI found it nearly impossible to smile, now more than ever. The old\nactress gave me a sinister glare, and I swallowed my own spit hard. Not\nonly was she intimidating, but everyone else was so much bigger than me.\nThis whole confusing situation made me shiver with fright! Here I was, a\nfully grown and distinguished law student trapped in the body of her\ninfantile self. It was humiliating to be stuck in a high chair, wearing a\ndiaper, about to be spoon fed like a baby!\n \n\"Ready, and... action!\" I heard the director call out.\nI looked down at the intimidating spoonful of mush as it slowly\napproached my little mouth. The awful stench of cheap baby food made my\nnose wriggle, and I turned my head away - but the hand continued to\nguide it toward me with unyielding persistence. With each turn of my\nhead, the spoon found its way back in front of my mouth until it finally\nmet my lips. I kept my mouth sealed tightly shut, closed my eyes, and\ndid my best to resist, even as it was smeared all about my face.\nI could hear background muttering from the stage crew as I ruined\nperfectly good film. I refused to take in the spoonful of foul smelling\nbaby food, and the only thing the cameras were capturing was footage of\nmy resistance. I could feel the tension on the set rising as I fussed\nand stayed difficult for the old actress. I had no intention of letting\nher shove the spoon in my mouth, but the old woman was cunning, and\nwould have her way...\n\"Come on you little brat, eat!\" I heard the actress shout.\n \nAt once, I felt a horrible sensation! It all happened so fast; a harsh,\nsharp pinch in my side caused me to shout, but my shriek was muted by\nthe intrusion of the tip of the plastic spoon being wedged harshly\nbetween my lips. It forced its way into my little baby mouth and it was\nsoon filled with the atrocious taste of whatever the baby food was\nflavored with. I scowled, and slowly chewed it, before swallowing\npainfully hard. It, mixed with my side throbbing from the evil old\nwoman's pinch, made for a very unpleasant experience.\n\"There you go, Gemma. Good girl, now just keep going!\" I heard Anastasia\nencourage from a distance. I didn't believe she knew what had just\nhappened.\nI cowered in the spotlight. The disgusting baby food swirled around in\nmy mouth and slithered down my throat as I forced it down. The taste and\ntexture was not much to my liking at all and only added to the\nunpleasant experience. But one mouthful was not enough; spoonful after\nspoonful was shoved into my maw, and each time, I did my best to stomach\nthe nasty concoction. I took it in one after another out of fear of\nbeing pinched again.\n \n\"That's it, keep the cameras rolling!\" the director shouted. \nEach spoonful filled my little regressed stomach more and more, and I\ncould feel it becoming uncomfortably full. Still, I tried my best to\nmake them all happy as I continued to swallow each mouthful of slop. I\nbegan to feel sick and nauseous; my full stomach, my nerves, and the\nunbearable heat on the set all became too much. I wasn't sure how much\ntime had passed, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep going -\nbut I knew that my body could not handle it any longer. At once, my body\nburped and hiccuped - and before I could help it, my bib, and the\nactor's hand were both covered in the slop that was once in my stomach.\n\"Ugh! Disgusting!\" I heard the old lady shout as she slammed down the spoon.\n\"Oh, come on Gemma, just a bit more sweetie!\" I heard Anastasia encourage.\nI started to whine and fuss, but that whining and fussing was quick to\ntransition to crying and wailing as I felt completely overwhelmed. I\ncouldn't believe I had accidentally spit up my food all over myself and\nthe actor's hand; it was utterly humiliating! Worse was my little\naccident had interrupted the filming and made it last even longer.\nEveryone scattered about and adjusted their equipment as I was cleaned\noff and prepped for the shoot once more.\n \n\"This is ridiculous; I deserve better than to be paid to spoonfeed some\nbrat for television. I demand we find another baby! I demand a raise!\"\nthe old woman shouted.\nHer shouting hurt my ears, and it did nothing but make my anxiety worse.\nAt once, I felt tears swell up in my eyes - and I began to cry! Wailing\nlike a little infant, I began to feel a tantrum overwhelm me once more,\njust like in Anastasia's dressing room. With my eyes shut, I screamed,\ncried, and threw my limbs around the best I could from within the\nconfines and restraints of the high chair. I didn't even realize how\nbabyish I had become!\nBut it would soon pay off. My screaming and crying brought attention,\nand I soon felt a soft hand petting my head soothingly. Through teary\neyes, I could see Anastasia standing over me with a smile on her face; a\ncomforting sight after the horrible experience I had just gone through.\nI was not sure how long I had been fussing, but I glanced around and\ncould not find the dangerous old villain anywhere in the room.\n \n\"Hi there, Gemma. How're we doing, hm?\" I heard.\nShe petted my head, wiped some of the mess off of my clothes, and then wiped some of the tears off of my flushed cheeks.\n\"I just got done talking to the director, and he's not very happy,\nGemma. He says we need you to smile and be a happy baby!\" she explained.\nI pouted worse, and looked away in despair. What did she expect?\n\"Someone is a little scaredy squirrel, yeah? Well don't you worry -\nit'll all be over soon. That cranky lady is gone now... I didn't like her\neither. Would you like it if I fed you, hm?\" she asked.\nMy eyes became wider. I certainly trusted her the most out of anyone else here...\n\"...maybe I could get you out of those ugly arm restraints?\" she bargained.\nI was still pouting, and I fought with the straps that forced my hands\nto be uncomfortably positioned. Worse, the harsh material was now\nrubbing against my wrists and irritating my skin. Of course, I wasn't\nvery assured by Anastasia... but something about her made me feel a little\nless scared. Her touch and her voice seemed very sincere; as if she was\nthe only one who actually cared about what I was thinking and doing. It\nmade me wonder who else on the set actually knew that I was actually an\nadult trapped in a little infant's body, and I had the funniest feeling\nthat she was the only one besides the director.\n \n\"If you're a good little squirrel, then we can let you go play with that\nsilly little caterpillar you liked so much. How'd that be? Hm?\" she\nwhispered in my ear.\n\"...and how about that nice little binky you were sucking on before? You\ncan have that back, too. I promise. And if you're an especially good\nlittle baby girl, just think about how much faster we'll be done\" she\nfinished.\nIt was a dirty trick. I didn't want just to have my pacifier or the\nsilly caterpillar near me; I wanted to be out this silly shrunken and\nregressed body, and be completely out of this ridiculous situation\naltogether! But those were the only things that had brought me any\ncomfort since this situation began, and the promise of having those\nthings back brought me a small amount of comfort. Here I was, a fully\ngrown adult woman forced to act like a baby in front of a bunch of\nstrangers. Of course, I spoke to the only friendly person I've met since\nwalking in the doors to the studio, but only babyish babbling nonsense\ncame out.\n \n\"I think SOMEONE is excited about that!\" she teased. I merely blushed.\nI didn't want to act excited about having a pacifier or a stuffed\ncaterpillar, but what else could I do? Awkwardly nodding my head up and\ndown at Anastasia, I slowly gave in to the compromise of eating foul\ncheap baby food for simple infantile amusement and comfort. At once, the\nritzy skunk undid my restraints and freed my little paws - and I could\nfeel some sense of freedom. It was a welcome feeling, especially for\nwhat would follow.\nIn almost no time, the crowd moved back into position. Hot lights beamed\nback at me, and the camera focused on my tiny little mouth. Anastasia\nscooped up a spoonful of slop, and aimed the long plastic spoon towards\nmy mouth. My stomach was heavy, and I wasn't hungry at all - but I had\nto at least try to finish what was in the jar...\n\"And... action!\" I heard the director shout.\nImmediately, silence fell on the set. Nothing but the sound of the spoon\nscraping the half empty glass jar could be heard as I began to get fed\nfor the camera. A wad of nasty tasting paste smeared around against my\ntongue and the roof of my mouth, and all I could do was attempt to smile\nlike the happy little baby I was supposed to be. As I forced a fake\ngrin on my face, I heard muttering in the crowd followed by the loud\nclicking of photographs being taken. They all bought into it, and I knew\nI was doing a good job.\n \nBut my good work was only beginning to get rewarded.\nEach time I swallowed a mouthful of slop, I also swallowed my pride. I\nbegan to get encouraged to do more than just smile; my cheesy little\ngrins became accompanied with enthusiastic bounces, gleeful giggles, and\nexcited expressions. I was only acting, of course - and it hurt to do\nso for the roomful of strangers - but as my acting produced sound\nresults, I began to feel better knowing that everyone else was content\nwith my work. After a short while, I wasn't the only one smiling! The\nwhole crew seemed just as happy as I was pretending to be, and I took\npleasure in knowing I was at least doing my part...\n\"Alright, we have what we need for the baby food advert. Let's take a\nshort break to prep Baby Gemma for the diaper advert up next\" I heard\nthe director announce.\nAt once, my heart sank in my little squirrel chest. Did the director\njust announce a diaper advertisement?! Before I could do anything, I\nfelt Anastasia come from behind and undo my restraints before lifting me\nupwards into the air. \n \n\"Alright little squirrel, hows our diaper holding up, hm?\" she teased.\nI squealed as the skunk had the audacity to pull up my dress and inspect\nthe thick diaper hanging between my legs! It was an unnecessary\nviolation of my privacy because I knew very well that my diaper was dry\nand certainly clean! Who did she think I was?\n\"Oh Gemma, you need a change! Let's get you all cleaned up before you have to go back on\" Anastasia chuckled.\nIt was impossible! My cheeks blushed the deepest shade of red as I began\nto imagine what had happened in my diaper without my knowledge. I never\nfelt a thing, and I figured the skunk had to be bluffing. How would I\nnot notice that I had had an accident? I wriggled about in her embrace,\nbut the skunk held me firmly against her chest. We wandered from one\nside of the set to the other where a changing table was waiting, and I\nsoon found myself lying down for my caretaker like the helpless baby I\nwas.\nKicking my legs idly, she pulled my dress right off so that I was now in\nonly my diaper. I wasn't sure what I had done in my diaper that\ndemanded her attention; I couldn't see that far down, and she never\nexplained much. As I thought about it, I wasn't so sure my pride could\ntake it anyway. I felt the grown skunk wipe my diaper area clean of\nwhatever was down there, and I blushed redder with each swipe. Worse,\nthe wipes were cold - and I fidgeted each time.\n \n\"Oh I know little Gemma. They're so chilly! But we want to make sure you\ndon't get a rash. When baby Gemma gets her diapers changed, we want to\nbe ALL clean, right?\" she said.\nContinuing to pout, I did my best to ignore her condescending tone.\nNext, I smelled the awful babyish scent of baby powder - and the soft,\nwarm feeling of her paws rubbing it all over. I felt disgusted by her\ntouch, and I was glad when it was finally over. She wrapped up my used\ndiaper, pitched it away, and put me in a new diaper - fresh, clean, and\njust as thick as the last one I was in. She taped it securely in place,\nand I was finally over with yet another humiliating situation I was\nforced to be in.\nI was not fond of the diaper. It was the worst of the worst as far as\nbeing a baby was concerned. The spoon feeding, the babyish attire,\nacting like the infant I had become, feeling so small and helpless - all\nseemed to pale in comparison to the big, poofy diaper between my legs.\nIt was the epitome of helplessness for me; to clearly be in no control\nover my own bladder or bowels was the ultimate embarrassment. I couldn't\ncontrol my own body, and couldn't hold onto my own decency because the\nskunk knew what I had done even before I did. And as she carried me over\nto the set, my heart began to race as cameras were lined up for no\nother purpose than to record me in my diaper.\n \nOf course, only I knew how terrible it was. I was a baby; no one cared\nabout me being in diaper. But I was only a baby to everyone else; in my\nmind, I was still the adult I knew myself to be. I loathed acting like a\nbaby, and my adult pride was still too strong for me to simply allow\npeople to record me in my diaper. It was going to be seen by countless\npeople on television! As I thought about it more and more, I felt my\nheart begin to race. Worse, as I was gently placed in the center of the\nfloor on the set, I felt stagefright worse than ever before...\n...but this time, I would have help!\n\"Okay - here's your binky, baby Gemma!\" Anastasia said.\nShe handed me the pacifier I had sucked on so contently before. With the\nnipple firmly in my mouth, and the freedom to be able to waddle around -\nI felt less confined and more comforted than ever before. But it was\nonly the beginning, for the next thing I knew, a great big caterpillar\nwas plopped right next to me. The silly caterpillar from before was\nright next to me!\n \n\"This is Grub. Grub, this is baby Gemma. Say hi, baby Gemma!\" Anastasia\nexcitedly said, using her paws to bounce the caterpillar up-and-down\nlike it were really alive.\nI couldn't help it; immediately, I giggled at the ridiculous stuffed\nanimal as Anastasia slithered it past me. Next, she hung it high over my\nhead - making me reach high up to touch its soft, crazily-colored fur.\nAs we continued to play with the caterpillar, I couldn't help but lose\ntrack of my surroundings.\nSucking on my pacifier, I simply acted like the baby everyone thought I\nwas - and I didn't even realize the cameras were already rolling. My\ndiaper clung tightly to my little body through every stretch, twist, and\nturn my body went through as I played with Grub - and the cameras\ncaught every moment of it. Anastasia and I played for some time, and\nbefore I even realized what was happening, the shoot was already mostly\ndone!\n\"Alright, let's move in for some closeups of the diaper...\" I heard the pig director shout, followed by coughing and snorting.\n \nI was sitting on my padded butt now, and I watched a cameraman creep\ninward to take some more pictures - but I didn't even have time to blush\nbefore they were done. There was still one more picture for them to\ntake.\n\"Okay Anastasia put her on that caterpillar... thing... Lay her down like she's sleeping. It'll make a great shot\" I heard.\nWithout any hesitation, my skunk caregiver scooped me up and put me onto\nGrub. Never before in my life had I ever felt so small; my legs dangled\ninches off the floor, and the caterpillar seemed to stretch at great\nlength both in front and behind me. Grub seemed so big, but it wasn't\nbecause he was large - it was because I was so little!\nFinally, I laid down on top of the big squishy stuffed caterpillar,\nclosed my eyes, and stayed still as they all took pictures and recorded\nme pretending to be asleep in my diaper. I waited until the director\nshouted before I dared move from my spot.\n\"Thats a wrap. I want this production sent straight to editing! These\ndiaper ads are our best yet! No time to waste, let's get this moving!\"\nthe director shouted.\n \nInstantly, the crew scattered like ants - and I was scooped right up by\nAnastasia. Carefully she walked me through the busy crowd as they\nrearranged the set, and took me off to the side.\n\"Good job, Gemma! You did so good, showing off in that diaper!\" Anastasia praised \nDespite how embarrassed I was for doing it, I giggled and felt an odd\nsense of accomplishment for doing it well. Was I really that cute of a\nbaby? Was the grumpy and difficult director really impressed with my\nresults? It was humbling, and I wasn't sure how to feel about my\nbittersweet accomplishment.\nMy mind was caught in the afterglow of the rush of being in the\nspotlight - and I began to feel overwhelmed as I put it all into\nperspective. I began to feel that the worst was over... and I hated to\nadmit, even to myself, that maybe it wasn't as bad as I was expecting it\nto be! Of course, maybe that was my exhaustion getting the best of\nme...\nThe noisy set began to fade away into the background as she carried me\nfar off to the side, and into a room. It was dark, quiet, and peaceful;\nperfectly what I was in need of. My whole body was weaker than before,\nand my eyelids were becoming heavy. Yawning and wiggling about, I felt\nAnastasia lower me down into a crib. Glancing around, I noticed that the\ncrib was much larger than a normal infant's crib.\n \nIn fact, as I stared about my surroundings, I realized that the crib\nwasn't the only thing extra large. I was in a nursery - but everything\nabout it seemed extra big! My tired eyes were either playing tricks on\nme... or I was in an adult-sized nursery! What in the world could it be\nfor? What else did this studio do? How many others had been here before\nme, and why?\n\"Someone has been a very good little baby the last few hours. I think\nmaybe Gemma has earned a nap\" she softly said to me; carefully petting\nmy head.\nThe skunk towered over me and distracted me from observing my\nsurroundings,. As much as I was curious about this adult nursery, my\nexhaustion was taking over too quickly. Anastasia's soft, soothing touch\nmixed with the comfortable crib. Though I was trapped within the bars, I\nbegan to feel as though I was safe within it's confines. Somehow, deep\ndown inside, I knew that Anastasia - my only friend here - would keep me\nsafe from danger.\n\"Go to sleep Gemma, and wake up big again\" she whispered.\n \nIt was a great thought, and only added to my peace of mind. Knowing that\nI'd wake up and this would all be over brought me more solace than any\npacifier, stuffed animal, or caregiver ever could. But as I began to\ndrift quickly to sleep, I couldn't help but admit to myself once more\nthat maybe this wasn't as bad as I had initially thought!\n...and maybe I could even do it again! "}