Easter is a time for celebration. For young 20-something Hester that meant going out with her friends for a wild night of reckless carefree partying since no one would have work or college to get up for in the morning.
The play bunny outfit had seemed like a brullent idea. Bunny ears at Easter time, it was sure to get a laugh, although the outfit was harder to finalise than she had anticipated. It came down to a question of commitment. At first she had been willing to wear bunny wears and dress. Then she swaped out for a shorter more hugging dress but it still wasnāt the right ālookā. She just looked like a girl wearing bunny ears. What was it that made the playboy girls so eye catching? They were lingerie models. It was the most daring and exposing thing she had ever done in public but she steeling herself with the knowledge it was a 'costumeā, after all Wondermen essentially thought crime in a leotard. After getting her first 'up and downā look from a grinning taxi man arrived to deliver her to the venue, she felt empowered by her bold choice and text her friends to let them know theyād soon get to see the outfit sheād been working on secretively.
Needless to say the next day was effectively written off with a horrendous hang over. She tried to sleep through most of it but while she lay in bed she frequently checked her social media feed which was ablaze with pictures and comments from the night.
The next day she had drive round to her Momās, it was a family tradition to get together and have a roast.
āHi Mom. Hey am I early? Weāre is uncle Stevie and his kids?ā she asked. Uncle Stevie lived just down the road and Mom was always babysitting his kids so it was surpprising they werenāt already here painting eggs.
Hesterās mother looked up from the breakfast counter with a troubled expression.
"No one is coming this year. I cancelled. Its just gonna be us this year.ā
āOh. Thatās too bad. How come? ā Hester anxiously rubbed her arm. She could sense a subtle hostility, her mother was annoyed at something.
āHester we need to have a talk. Letās go sit in the living room. Iāll make some tea.ā
Hesterās mind was reeling as she sat at one end of the sofa. She could hear the kettle froth and the tinkle of her mother stirring tea cups. She dreading hearing some bad family news but she thought it was stranger that her Mom hadnāt called her straight away.
It wasnāt too long before her mother returned with a tray and sat down beside her.
āIs everything okay Mom?ā
"Not really hun.ā her mother paused, exhaled and drowned. āHester were you at a party on Friday night?ā
"Yeah, all my friends went. Why?ā
Her mother had taken her phone out and was peering down the end of her nose through her glasses as she scrolled and found what she was looking for. She passed the phone to Hester. It was the online version of the local paper. There was photo of Hester from the party. She hadnāt been named but she knew local people would recognise her. Hester felt her a lump rise in her throat as she read the defamatory comments in the article about how todayās youth were 'bad eggsā. The pun was bad but the rest of the visceral language effectively labeled her as a slut. It was really upsetting, all she had wanted was to have some fun, she hadnāt even gone home with a guy that night.
āNo. Just drink your tea sweetie. I want to say something first.ā
Hesterās mother rubbed her back but the lecture she rattled off was hard to stomach and Hester found herself in tears.
āMum Iām sorry I disappointed you but its not like thatā¦ā she sobbed but her mother wouldnāt listen, she continued to berate her.
āā¦ I love you and I know youāre a good girl at heart. Which is why iāve decided you need a second chance. We both need a second chance. Iām going to be a good mother a re-raise you from the start.ā
āMom what does that mean?ā Hester asked but she noticed her words were slurred and she felt sluggish. "Mom, I donāt feel good.ā
āShhh sweetie. Just close your eyes. Why donāt you take a nap?ā
By the time heavy eyelids opened again her mother had already carried her up to the spare room, now an adult sized nursery.
Hester didnāt need to repeat her earlier question about what her mother had meant. It was now obvious. As she flex her exhausted legs she heard a crinkle from the thick disposable diaper sheād been put in. She tried to protest but the blub of a huge pacifier sealed the words in her mouth. She couldnāt seem to think straight and simply spit it out.
Her mother smiled pitifully at the confused expression on her daughters face.
"I know this is confusing for you. How about we get you out of these adult clothes and into some of your cute new baby clothes. Thatāll help you adjust to your new age sweetheart.ā
A year of drugged regression passed.
To the outside world it seemed like Hester had had some kind of mental break down. There had even been a follow up in the local paper after she spotted at the supermarket being wheeled on a pushchair by her mother. Her close family knew the truth of course and so sometimes she received small kindness in acknowledgement that she was still an adult. Uncle Stevie for example would usher his kids and himself out of the room if Hesterās Mother decided to change her on the floor rather than up in the nursery. Her aunties however would usually just keep gossiping and talking over her even as she lay naked in front of them, limply kicking her legs.
Hesterās adult mind came in and out of what she thought of the 'fogā the chemical concoction which made it hard to think straight and rendered her effectively incontinent.
Around Easter time, Uncle Stevie had come around with a present for her, a larges stuffed bunny to mark the season since she didnāt have the dexterity to sit patiently and paint eggs with her 'olderā cousins.
The easter period had stirred something of a rebellion in baby Hester. Over the course of the year she had gradually seemed to become more accepting and happy in her role as an adult baby, even when her adult thoughts surfaced, she deluded herself that she should continue to be a good girl and act like a baby for her Mommy. However with Easter came a clearer memory of what her Mother had done to her and a stronger sense of what she had lost.
Her mother had noticed her daughter sulked more, laughed less and refused her babas. She devised a solution.
On Easter Sunday Hester woke feeling particularly clear headed. She recalled that for whatever reason her mother had forgotten to feed her with her usual nightime bottle.
Her mother appeared shortly, lowering the crib bars and popping a couple of the snaps at the crotch of her onsie to feel the wetness of her soaked night time diaper.
āYou look bright eyed today Babyā¦ā she got to work setting out changing supplies. āCan you understand what Mommy is saying?ā
Hester nodded behind the pacifier she rhythmically sucked on, whilst her mother wiped clean her mound and bare bottom with a cool wet wipe.
āGoodā¦ Do you remember what we talked about at Easter last year?ā
Resentment burned behind Hesterās brown eyes. She remembered, that like now, it had been a onsided conversation. She nodded cautiously.
"Good.ā her mother looked wistful maybe even reproachful but busied herself folding Hesterās clean nappy over her midrift and smoothing the strong adhesive tabs against her abdomin.
āYouāve been a good little girl. Mommyās thinking maybe you are ready to be a good big girl again?ā
Hester nodded vigeriously and moaned wordlessly behind her pacifier. Her mother smiled.
āFirst a little game to check that your not too far gone as my little baby girl to come back to being an adult again.ā
The game was simple. All she had to do was find all the Easter eggs her mother had hidden in the room. Her mother even helped her out by reaching down any eggs from places Hester pointed at buy couldnāt reach because she wasnāt able to stand for very long without assistance.
āHewy!ā Hester lisped as her mother cheekily ate one of her eggs in front of her.
"Donāt worry baby. It still counts as one you found. I think that must be all of them now. Why donāt you count them up for me?ā
Hesterās mother changed the adult babys top, which had been drooled down the front, and left her to count eggs while she took the laundry basket down to the washing machine.
Hester frowned in concentration
Her mind was clearer than it had been year but she was struggling to recount her numbers. Then she had a brillent idea. If she ate some of the eggs, there would be less to count.
When Hesterās mother returned after making a descreet trip to the bathroom. She found Hester has eaten only three of the laxative chocolate eggs but she seem could smeel the lumpy mess the adult baby had excreted into her diaper. The poor girl was in tears.
"Aww. Iām sorry little one, it looks like I was wrong about you being ready to be an adult again. Oh well, we can try again next year.ā
Easter is a time of celebration. For two-year-olds like Hester that means being dressed in an adorable Easter dress and being fussed over by all the realitives at the Sunday roast.
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I hope you all enjoyed my caption and have a great Easter break!
Iāll try to do more of these long muti-picture captions but they are likely to appear around holidays or on patreon because they much longer than usual to plan, gather images and to write.
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