Baby Kerry

by Nobodyreally

(This story was originally titled: "Untitled AR story")

Officer Kerry Keef ascended the stairs of the large, dark, gothic house, blood boiling
with righteous anger. This was not the first time the police had been called out to
investigate the 3 ladies who lived there, and it was Kerry’s third trip to the house. Of
course, Kerry used the term ‘ladies’ loosely. More like Satan’s concubines, she thought,
shivering slightly. Imagine: witches invading her community of decent, God fearing
citizens. It didn’t matter that not one of the girl’s neighbors allegations of blood
sacrifices, unnatural rituals, or even excess noise had been proven; Kerry knew those
sinners where up to something, and she would prove it, no matter what.
the 25 year old ran a hand through her reddish-blond hair and adjusted her blue cap.
Her tight, dark blue uniform clung to her curves nicely. Her face was very beautiful, she
could have been a model, if modeling wasn’t so sinful.
She rapped on the door loudly. “Police! Open up.”
Mary, a pretty, slight blonde, dressed in a tight black dress opened the door and rolled
her dark eyes when she saw Kerry. “Come in, officer Keef. What can we do for you THIS
time?”
Kerry pushed her way in and stood in the entrance, hands on her hips. “Where are the
other two?” she demanded.
“Right here, officer Keef.” The remaining two girls, Libby and Monica descended the
stairs.
“What can we do for you?” Monica asked, not quite able to mask the anger in her
voice. She was a tall girl, just over six feet, with long, black hair, deep brown eyes, and
an athletic body.
“I received some complaints about the noise,” Kerry stated with her usual arrogance.
“What noise?” Libby demanded. She was a petite girl, with blond hair, cropped short,
and a dusting of freckles across her cute face. “Do you hear any noise?”
“Don’t take that tone with me, missy,” Kerry barked. “We’ve had several complaints
of ungodly noise coming from the premises. It’s my duty as an officer of the law and a
Christian to check it out.” She smiled condescendingly.
Annoyed, Mary looked to Monica and Libby. “Let’s just do it.”
“What? Do what?” Kerry demanded hotly. The girls giggled and closed their eyes,
concentrating. Cramps began to eat at Officer Keef ‘s belly, and the urge to poop began
to build. Eyes wide, her lips forming an astonished ‘O’, Kerry farted, a loud, airy
PPPPPpppp. As she did, a large, soft dollop of muddy, gritty, brown poo fired from her
anus. She squealed quietly as she felt it settle into her pink panties, mushing against her
butt as more soft poop inched it’s way from her bottom, tight and round from hours of
exercise, into her pink panties. The arrogant, haughty police officer looked into Mary’s
grinning eyes, her lips tight, trying to give no sign as she grunted and pushed out more
hot, mushey poop, adding to the pile in her pants. She grunted and dipped her legs
slightly as she accidentally pushed out further installment, her lumpy pants sagging
further and further as she continued to pass gas loudly and add to the load. When she was
finished, Kerry coyly looked over her shoulder at the lumpy, sagging slightly brown seat
of her formerly crisp, blue police trousers. She reached back and pushed at the sagging
mound in her seat gently.
“Something wrong, officer Keef?” Monica asked innocently.
Kerry was on the verge of tears, but managed to maintain her composure. “Uh, I’m
fine, I just uh...” She turned her back to the girls. “listen, you’re all in a lot of trouble!”
The girls couldn’t believe their ears! They had just made this Haughty, arrogant cop
shit her pants, and she was still giving them attitude! They where going to let her off with
a warning, this time, but it was painfully obvious that further attitude adjustment was
necessary. The girls began to concentrate once more, focusing their combine will. Officer
Keef felt a wet warmth spreading against her crotch and thighs. It took her a second to
realize she was wetting her pants. She shrieked and stamped her feet, unable to control
the spreading stain. Tears began to run down her cheeks. “Wha-what did you d-do...?”
She managed before she broke down.
“Oh look girls,” Mary grinned, “Officer Keef has had an accident.”
“I guess she’s not mature enough to ware that uniform,” Monica said.
“I guess she’s not the big girl she thought she was,” mused Libby. “Don’t worry,
Kerry. We’ll fix you right up.”
The girls moved into a circle around her, joining their hands and chanting softly. Kerry
felt strange and sort of dizzy. Was her uniform getting loose? She looked down and gave
a shriek when she realized she was shrinking! She tried to run, but found herself frozen,
unable to move as she continued to dwindle like an ice cube in the sun. “What’s
happening?!” She watched her breasts melt away, receding into her chest. That was when
she realized she wasn’t getting smaller, she was growing younger! Younger she grew, her
looks softening, her womanly curves dissapearing. It wasn’t long before she 15 again, her
uniform hanging loosely from her body. “Wait! Stop! Please stop!” As Kerry hit her
pre-teens, she began to cry and beg. “Please stop! Please! I’ll be good, I-I...” She was
getting Younger even faster now, years falling away live leaves. She had gone from
Jounior high to elementry in a matter of seconds, until before she knew it, she was 3
years old. Stomping her feet, screaming and crying and generally having quite a tantrum,
she passed 2 years. “I don’t wanna be a bhahabe!” She bellowed before falling onto her
tiny bottom. She rolled onto her stomach, wailing and crying, pounding her fists into the
floor and kicking her legs. Finally, at 13 months, the regression stopped. Kerry Keef
crawled out from under her uniform (which was more like a tent now), Screaming and
wailing. The girls noted with glee that her hair had remained shoulder length, but other
than that, she really was a 1 year old baby. They laughed and ‘awwwww’ed when they
saw the mucky brown smear across her chubby baby butt.
“Let’s get her dressed,” Monica suggested through gales of laughter. She reached
down to pick the baby up. Kerry noticed this from the corner of her eye. Squealing, she
tried to crawl away, moving as fast as her tiny arms and legs would carry her. “Hey,
come back here!” Monica giggled.
Kerry crawled into the living room. Everything was huge and unfamiliar, and she was
scared and cold and her bum stunk and she didn’t want to be a baby! She made a break
for the kitchen, but Mary cut her off at the pass, scooping the her up by her underarms.
Kerry screamed and cried, thrashing uselessly. Mary held her up and giggled. “Awww,
she’s so cute!” Carrying the squirming infant up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms,
the girls quickly went to work on cleaning Kerry up.
“Now, now,” Libby lectured as she easily held Kerry’s legs up and wiped her bottom
clean. “No fussing and no squirming.” She set her butt back down and gently tickled her
tummy, drawing a babyish chuckle. Kerry tried to get away from Libby’s teasing fingers,
but she was much to small and weak. Vision was blurry and unfocussed and her tiny arms
and legs kicked and twitched against her will. Her body was that of a baby, but her mind
was still intact. She was trapped!
Monica retrieved a diaper and baby powder from the bathroom. “We like to keep this
stuff around in case anybody steps out of line,” she explained to Kerry as she lifted her
feet and slid the diaper under her butt. Kerry cried, shrieking with embarrassment and
self-pity as Monica powdered her and pulled the diaper up between her legs, fastening
the tapes tightly around her fatty middle.
Libby picked her up and cradled the warm bundle in her arms. “Shhhhh....Shhhhh...
there there, little one.” She cooed, bouncing Baby Kerry in her arms and rocking her
gently. But Kerry mearly continued to cry. She couldn’t help it; her emotions where
running wild. She was so scared and embarrassed. She was supposed to be a big girl, a
police officer! Yet here she was, totally helpless, trapped in the body of an infant.
Mary left the room for a moment and returned with some baby cloths. “Let’s get her
dressed,” she suggested. Kerry continued to sob helplessly while the 3 big meanies put
her in a ridiculous pink cotton dress and a frilly pink bonnet.
“Awwww, what a cutie!” Monica gushed.
Libby pulled a full-length mirror from the corner of the room to the foot of the bed.
“See how cute you look, baby Kerry?”
Staring back at her, Kerry saw an adorable little baby sitting with her pudgy legs in
front of her. She stared at her reflection. ‘This is impossible!’ her mind wailed. 10
minuets ago she’d been a full grown, sexy, woman, totally in control, a police officer,
somebody important! Now here she sat, a tiny little baby, helpless, in diapers, at the
mercy of the entire world. It was so humiliating!
She saw Libby reach for her. She gave a babyish cry and crawled to the back of the
bed. She turned to face the girls and waved her tiny arms uselessly. “Gaaa!” She shouted
angrily. ‘Don’t touch me!’
“What a fussy baby!” Libby giggled as she scooped the baby up.
Kerry continued to squirm. “BAAABU!” she cried in a huff. “AAAABBBUUB!”
“Oh oh! I think somebody’s hungry!” Monica giggled.
“Time for you din-din, baby Kerry,” Libby smiled, rubbing the baby’s tummy. “Yes it
is!” She continued in baby talk, rubbing her nose to Kerry’s, laughing as the baby
squirmed and babbled her displeasure.
The girls carried her down to the kitchen, where Kerry was horrified to find a high
chair, which she found herself promptly locked into. A bib was tied around her neck.
“Wouldn’t want you to make a mess of your pretty dress,” Monica smiled.
Mary went to the refrigerator and returned with a small bottle of green mush. “How
‘bout spinach and peas?” The girls laughed as they took the lid off and scooped up a
large pile of green sludge, moving it towards Kerry’s horrified face.
“Here comes the rocket!” Libby laughed as she brought the spoon to Kerry’s mouth.
Kerry kept her lips sealed shut, even as Libby began to smear the spoonful of gunk
across her lips. “Come on sweetie,” she grinned, “Eat up. It’s good for a growing girl!”
But Kerry Kept her lips sealed. Libby put her hands on her hips. “Now Kerry,” she
admonished, “if you ever want to get back to normal, I suggest you eat your dinner.”
Reluctantly, Kerry opened her mouth an accepted the spoon. She nearly gagged when it
hit her tongue.
“AABAA!” she grunted. Libby pushed the next spoonful into her open mouth,
laughing at the face she made.
By the time dinner was done, Kerry was sitting passively in her chair, face and bib
completely smeared. Her belly was totally full, she was stuffed to capacity. “Uh,” she
moaned, and gave a small belch. Mary, Monica, and Libby laughed.
“I think baby is very full,” Mary laughed, patting her fat little tummy.
“Ug ba,” Kerry moaned. She felt her insides gurgle, and a familiar pressure began to
build. “AA BA BA BA (I need to use the bathroom!)” She babbled. She tried to control
herself, but her infant body was to weak and undisciplined. She let out a wet fart that
rumbled the seat of the chair. Mushy baby poop creamed from her bottom and filled her
diaper. “AAAA! AAAABAA!” More poo erupted from her tiny bottom, filling her diaper
to capacity. Instantly, she began screaming her displeasure.
“Ug!” Mary pinched her nostrils shut, “I think baby needs change.”
As Libby headed upstairs to fetch the changing supplies, Monica Carried Kerry into
the living room, cooing and sushing her, trying to calm her down. When Libby returned,
they laid the baby on the changing mat and got to work.
Monica unfastened the tapes and pulled the front of the diaper down. The girls gagged
as the stench hit the room. Officer Keef had made quite a mess in her diapers, it looked
like a water balloon filled with mustard and relish had exploded in there. Monica used
the diaper to wipe most of the mess off Kerry’s delicate cheeks off before balling it up
and giving it to Libby to dispose of. Kerry continued to cry as Monica used the wet one to
wash her little bum, but she had to admit, it did feel much better. After another dusting of
powder, a new diaper was taped to her butt.
“There now,” Monica grinned, taking the cleaner, calmer Kerry into her arms, “That’s
better, isn’t it?” She asked, giving her little butt a few gentle pats. Kerry nodded slightly,
yawning. She was suddenly quite tired, her tiny eye lids where beginning to droop.
Before she even knew it, Kerry had blacked out.

Officer Kerry Keef was awakened by the sound of birds chirping happily. She moaned
and sat up, and realized she was at home, on her couch. She rubbed her temples, breasts
heaving heavily as she yawned and stretched, shaking the cobwebs off. what happened
last night? She’d had the strangest dreams. The last thing she remembered was going to
that weird house over on elm, and then... The blood drained from her face. She looked
down and saw she was wearing an over-sized baby-dress. She reached up and felt the
soft, cotton bonnet tied under her chin. She shifted her ass and blushed when she realized
she was clad in a large diaper. A larger version of the outfit she’d been wearing last
night! Everything came back to her in a flash; messing herself, being transformed into an
infant. Had she been drugged? That was when she saw the Polaroid’s and video on seat
next to her. She picked them up and began to flip through. Herself as a baby, sitting on a
baby blanket, giggling and playing happily as Monica, Mary, and Libby sat grinning in
the background. Herself as a toddler, laughing as Mary tickled her tummy. Herself at 15,
still in diapers and a baby dress, grinning stupidly as Libby spoon-fed her some yellow
slop from a tiny jar. Herself at 25, in the middle of a diaper change, passively playing
with a rattle.
She picked up the tape and inserted it into the player. She blushed when she saw what
was on it. There she was, all growen up, sitting in the bathtub, Mary and Monica bathing
her. Kerry turned beet red as she watched herself play and babble happily, shrieking with
glee as they washed her like an infant. She heard Libby’s voice on the tape. “Good
morning, Officer Keef. We trust you slept well. You can keep your copy of this tape. We
have our own, and unless you want anybody else to see it, we’d suggest you quit
bothering us.” Kerry sat back, totally horrified. “The clothes you can keep, too. Our gift
to you. And we think you’re going to want to hang on to them for a little longer,
anyway.” Kerry felt a gassy pressure in her bowels. She leaned forward, clutching her
stomach. Moaning, she tried to clench her sphincter, but found it wouldn’t respond to her
commands. With a loud, messy fart, what felt like a pound of thick, pasty poop spewed
into the seat of her diapers. Eyes as wide as dinner plates, her bottom lip began to quiver
as Libby continued. “The incontinence is a gift, too. It should last about 2 weeks, give or
take. You’ll find plenty of fresh dides in your underwear drawer.” Finally unable to
control herself, Kerry broke down, flopping down on her belly, screaming and crying,
pounding her fists into the carpet and kicking her legs.
When her tantrum had slowed to the occasional sniffle, Officer Keef hit the shower
and went off to her room for a diaper change, thinking about the long weeks to come.