After three months Terra still refused to believe that she was experiencing anything but a really bad case of the Mardi Gras Groggies. In other words an extra long combination of a hangover and hallucination brought on by the irresponsible mixing of alcohol and in this case three tabs of extasy with a Baby Bugs Bunny printed on them.

Terra wanted desperately to recover. She spent most of her waking time thinking about being her normal adult self again. But the reality that she never could seem to shake was much different. She felt so helpless, and she couldn't even tell anyone, only babble and drool.

She fluctuated in mood between unsupressably cranky and whiney to engaging in downright spawn of Satan crying fits that lasted for what seemed like days. She was often inconsolable.

Without being aware of it she was adapting, her mind slowly being babified. At odd moments she would catch a glimpse of this makeover. Like when she found herself reaching in hunger for a milk-filled baba, drooling with anticipation. She then realized that she wasn't completely acting anymore.

Over the days and weeks she found more and more her desires and needs change. Terra discovered that she eagerly wanted to have her diapers changed. Not only for the relief of the embarrassment of having pooped and peed in her pants, but more for the almost sensual feeling of an adult's hand spreading lotion between her legs. The coolness of the air as it tickled her exposed skin. The comfy snugness of a fresh diaper being taped around her peepee.

As well, she soon realized that only the arms of a familer grown-up could comfort her when she was feeling distraught and cranky. Less and less she found being treated like a baby unpleasant and weird and more and more natural and right. Her soft and yellow Pooh bear her night-time friend. Her increasingly red and wrinkled thumb finding it's true place in between her lips.

So it was that one day she found herself playing with her Mardi Gras beads, that only several months before she had earned from a night of gratuitous breast flashing on the streets of New Orleans. Amazed and highly amused by their brightness and by how much they shined. She happily smiled up at the camera, her still adult girlfriend, held as a picture was taken.


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