[Elder Care, ABDL, Diaper Use, Sleeping Girl]

"Can't believe I actually trusted that quack. Really? Hypnosis? I should've told him to get bent after the first night it didn't work..."

A young woman was currently having a rough night. Her name was Tiffany, and... Well, she had a bit of a drinking problem. She wasn’t an alcoholic by any means, but considering that she had only just turned twenty and was making her way through college, it was still a problem. Her mom, bless her heart, had tried to get her to stop, but it didn’t take. If anything, it only caused her to drink more.

But after almost getting into an accident while driving under the influence, Tiffany realized that she had to do something. Preferably something that didn’t involve spending a month in rehab or swearing off booze entirely. Instead, she opted for a quick and easy solution that an acquaintance on campus had claimed worked wonders for them: hypnotherapy.

Sure, she knew that hypnosis only worked if you truly wanted to be hypnotized, but even knowing that she was willing to give it a try if it could really pull her off the path of full-blown alcohol dependence. She’d make an appointment with a therapist, he’d put her under a trance and give her a bunch of suggestions that would make her feel repulsed after doing a reasonable amount of shots, and then everything would be just fine.

...Except that it didn’t work at all. She ended up waking up back home after a long night of drinking, with none of the triggers cropping up during her bar crawl. She’d had two more sessions since then, but still no dice. Which was why she was once again drunk off her ass and doing her best to drive carefully while thinking about how bogus the entire thing had been.

"I swear, tomorrow I’m walking into his office and making him give me my money back. I don't care if he tries to hold out on me, I'm stronger than I look. He's not going to get away with ripping me off!" Tiffany shouted as she very nearly slammed her head down against the horn, grumbling and groaning in pure frustration.

But as she slowly pulled herself back up, her vision had turned far blurrier than it had any right to. Okay, the alcohol was really getting to her now. She knew from experience, including the incident that started this entire ordeal, that she wasn't going to last much longer. So even if she wanted to head home, she just had to deal with the hand that fate had dealt her.

Tiffany pulled over, and not a moment too soon. As soon as the car came to a halt, her eyes fell shut and she collapsed against the steering wheel. If not for the leather softening the blow, she would've probably hurt herself a lot more. But there was definitely a burst of pain that accompanied her sudden loss of consciousness that certainly didn't help her in any way. Especially not as her cheek pressed against the car's horn, sending a loud honk echoing out through the surrounding area.

She was hardly aware of anything at this point. Partly because of how wasted she was... And partly because the hypnosis had worked a little better than she thought. As she snored away with her head pressing against the steering wheel, her mind felt completely and utterly empty. As if there was a distinct lack of anything in there...

And the fact that her mind had completely checked out stopped her from noticing or properly hearing the voices of three elderly women that were gathering on the porch of the house right where she had pulled over...

"What in the world's with that noise? Did somebody crash?"

"Nope, seems like some punk pulled over and passed out. So, who wants to go check on them?"

"You don't need to say anything, Theresa. I'll handle it. Just stay there, and I'll see if they're alright. And then they're going to get an earful for interrupting our game of Yahtzee."

The three elderly ladies spoke among themselves, with two of them heading back inside as the last decided to walk over and check on the driver. Just in case, she had her cane with her. If it was some young ruffian then she was more than ready to deliver a few good strikes to make sure they wouldn't be a problem.

"What do we... Yep, she's out cold."

As the lone elder looked in through the window, she could see the driver passed out with her head up against the steering wheel. It prompted the older woman to sigh as she opened the door and gently lifted the girl's head off the wheel, which finally put a stop to the damn ringing.

It was at times like these where the elder was thankful that her hearing had seen better days. She had turned down her hearing aid while she had to deal with that loud horn, and could easily turn it back up once she had gotten the girl off the wheel. So now there was the matter of the girl herself...

"Goodness me, you look horrid, honey." The old woman said, shaking her head slightly as she dusted Tiffany off. "Not only that, but you smell just as bad. You didn't puke before you went driving, did you?" She knew she wouldn't get an answer, but she always enjoyed a one-sided conversation. "Alright, alright. Here, let old Margaret help you out. Theresa and Edith and I will make sure that you get a nice bath to scrub away the smell, and then you can sleep nice and tight in bed."

While she didn't get a response, her words were making an impact. Tiffany definitely heard everything, and the sound of the helpful old woman's voice gave her a sense of relief. Slowly but surely filling up the empty space inside her mind. To rely upon her was just something that a girl like her was supposed to do. So much so that she immediately and subconsciously leaned against the older woman once she was helped onto her feet.

Margaret let out a gasp as she felt the weight of the younger lady on her body. "Alright, didn't think you'd be that heavy. Good thing I have my cane." She said, as she carefully guided the girl into her home. All while she sighed. Back in the day, when she was spry and fit and young, she was able to carry a girl like her with no issue. But thanks to age catchig up to her, she had lost a lot of that strength. Her beauty too, though she never really was one to worry too much about her looks.

It took a few minutes for her to help the girl inside, at which point Theresa was already standing in the doorway. "I thought you said you couldn't lift anything, Margaret. You been trying to play a trick on me all this time?" She looked awfully smug at the sight of her dear friend having to help a young girl and exerting herself so much. Probably because she had been the loser of the last few games they had played, and anything that would let her see Margaret on the receiving end of something difficult was incredibly sweet.

"I've played more tricks on you than you can count. Where's Edith?" Margaret shot back with a bit of teasing, before gently propping the girl up against the wall now that they were inside. "Is she fixing up some food for the girl, or is she just waiting for us to finish?"

"She's clearing out the guest room. If nothing else, your granddaughter was really good at keeping her room clean while she was staying here as she cared for us." Theresa replied, before walking over and helping Tiffany into her arms. Out of the three of them, she was probably the one that had aged the most gracefully. Likely due to her former role as a nurse, which meant that she needed to maintain a certain standard in order to care for her patients. "Sit down and catch your breath. And finish your tea too, Edith would hate it if you let her brand new brew go to waste."

As she was wont to do, Theresa took charge. And with the young girl in her relatively strong arms, she headed straight into the guest room that Edith was busy prepping... Only to see her nearly passing out on the bed instead. "Edith, I know it's late, but this isn't the time to drift off to bed. We've got a girl to take care of."

"Take care of..?" Edith yawned as she slowly stood up, noticing the girl in her friend's arms. "Should we really be caring for a strange young lady like her, Theresa? We're retired, and she looks like an independent adult."

"Looks can be deceiving. You heard the horn from her car. Until she wakes up and can apologize for what she's done, we're going to make sure she gets all the rest she needs. Otherwise she might just end up remaining intoxicated when she wakes up." Theresa argued, prompting her to lay the girl down on the bed. "Edith, scissors."

Edith nodded and grabbed the scissors from the nearby desk, before blinking. "What do you need with these?" She asked, while watching her friend slowly put the scissors up against the girl's clothes. "Oh, come on, Theresa. You don't need to be so surgical about these things."

"You never know." Theresa had seen her fair share of problems. And if nothing else, getting rid of the young lady's clothes by cutting them off would let them avoid disturbing her too much. A few snips here and there, and Tiffany was very quickly undressed.

Tiffany shivered ever slightly in response to being disrobed completely, but that didn't last long as Theresa quietly stuffed her underneath the covers. All while gently letting her hand slide through her hair, smiling softly at the sight of her serene expression. "She's like a little kid, you know? She looks like she could sleep for weeks..."

Edith took a look at the young lady, before chuckling a little herself. She reminded her of her grandson. Whenever he fell asleep, he also looked like he was stuck in an ocean of bliss. "There there, little one." She whispered into the unconscious girl's ear, all while leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. "Your grannies will take care of you while you sleep. So do your best to sleep as much as you can. When you wake up, we'll help you as much as we need to."

Tiffany listened to the sweet grannies. And she softly snored in return, quietly laying there as she breathed in and out like a little lamb. Of course neither of them were able to tell just how deep her sleep was at this point, but they'd find out sooner or later.

Right now, she just quietly snoozed as the older ladies left the room. Sleeping the night away, as she sunk deeper and deeper into her hypnotic trance. All while the sweet tones of their loving voices filled her mind and brought her such wonderful dreams...

She slept like a little baby, just as they thought she was...

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As night slowly turned to day, and the birds started to chirp right outside the window, Tiffany continued to snooze like nothing was wrong. To her, nothing really was wrong. Because she just had to sleep. That was what the trance told her, so it had to be true. Especially since that command had been aided by the elderly ladies' words...

"Rise and shine, little one. It's about time for you to wake up."

Though Tiffany could hear the gentlest voice echo out through her ear, she didn't react. Not even as the window curtains were tossed aside to let the sharp light of the morning sun pour in, bringing some light upon her and the elderly Edith who was currently busy caressing her cheek...

"She seems like a pretty heavy sleeper. Or maybe she's fallen into a coma?" Theresa, who had tossed the curtains open and now hovered over the sleeping beauty that occupied the spare bed, scratched her cheek a little. "If that's the case, then we should prepare to care for her for much longer. I assume you don't mind, Edith?"

Edith chuckled as she gently ran a hand through Tiffany's hair, slowly petting her in the process. "I'll do what I can. What about Margaret? Is she going to be fine with this? You know how she is. She would more than likely just want us all to be alone."

"If she has to stay here until she's ready to wake up, then that's just how it's going to be." Margaret's voice echoed out before she poked her head inside, apron already wrapped around her body as she looked ready to cook a morning meal for the three of them. "So, what should we have for breakfast today? And do you think she'll be needing some, Theresa?"

"Absolutely. Regardless if she's just fast asleep or in a coma, we're going to need to feed her. Otherwise, her body's going to grow malnourished... And then she might not wake up from her sleep at all." Theresa replied, before looking to her dear friend. "We'll be needing meals that require minimal amounts of actual chewing, if we're going to want to feed her. Do you have any ideas, Margaret?"

"More than you could possibly think of. Just keep an eye on her while I cook. Whether she'll wake up or not, I want her to feel as comfortable as possible. We're not heartless crones, after all." Margaret was definitely not going to let down a lonely young lady like her. Especially when she looked so vulnerable when she was like this.

Theresa nodded, and so did Edith. The three had been through a lot together, so it was easy for them to rely on their respective strengths. While Margaret was a rather sublime cook even in her older years, and Theresa had a lot of experience in the medical field that allowed them to keep a good eye on their vitals...

"There there, Baby. It'll all be okay. You just wait and open your eyes when you feel like it's the right time."

Edith has a lot of experience with the general rules that you needed to follow whenever you took care of somebody. Even if she decided to stretch them a little here or there, if it meant that the ones she cared for would be alright.

"Baby? Edith, she's not exactly an infant." Theresa raised an eyebrow as she turned to her fellow elder. "Besides, I don't think she's the kind of girl that would be into that kind of infantilizing. If she heard you now... Well, if she's anything like the kids back in my day after I took care of them, they'd probably try to hit you."

Edith chuckled in response. "Oh, but she is a baby. Maybe not in the literal sense, but she's just as vulnerable as one. She's naked, she needs us to care for her, and she's utterly adorable. Sure, she may physically be an adult, but right now we are here to care for her like we would care for one of our young." She explained, right before pressing her lips up against Tiffany's cheek. "It'll all be okay, Baby. You'll see soon. I promise that you'll be alright."

Tiffany could hear the two adults speaking to her. And while not all of their words managed to latch on and bury into her mind, the words that kept emphasizing how much of a weak and infantile girl she was definitely did. Especially how much she needed protection and care from the elderly...

She shivered all over, prompting Edith to pull the girl's covers over her again just so she wouldn't end up freezing while she was stuck in this state. And as she looked down upon the Baby, whose real name they didn’t actually know, a thought crossed Edith's mind.

"Theresa, you wouldn't happen to have any diapers? The adult kind, the ones we were to use in emergencies?" Edith asked, not even ashamed to admit that she would possibly need one if things took a turn for the worse.

Theresa nodded, looking down on the shivering girl for a moment. "Let me just make sure that I understand what you're trying to do, Edith. Not only do you want to infantilize her while she's unconscious, but you also want to dress her like a baby?" She paused, the gears turning inside her head. "I suppose that it's not exactly a bad idea. We can't carry her out to the bathroom in time for her to properly use the toilet, so a diaper would handle the messes."

"I'm glad you're starting to understand." Edith said with a smile still on her face. "She may be like a baby, but I don't want to just treat her like one. She had to be protected. And keeping her from having accidents while stuck in this seemingly endless sleep will help do just that."

It wasn't the best kind of logic. But Edith was the better caregiver out of the three of them. So Theresa had to admit defeat and head off to grab a couple of diapers. Just so she could make sure that the young gal didn't end up soiling the bed.

All the while Tiffany continued to let the information soak inside her mind. Diapers... Since she was a baby that needed protection, they were the best for her. What did they feel like? She didn't know, but it sounded like they were soft and comforting. That's what the trance made her think, at least. Based on what she already knew, and what her caregivers told her. Right now, she just quietly continued snoozing, not even trying to resist the incoming change of attire...

Edith just kept on smiling as she looked upon the sweet little Baby. How old was she, exactly? Had she just entered the rungs of adulthood? Or was she on the border? To her, it didn't matter. Right now, she looked so adorably innocent. Like she couldn't hurt anything. She was an adorable Baby, and she would be there to take care of her...

As the caretaking elder slowly rocked back and forth with her arms gently wrapped around Baby's body to give her a bit of comfort, Theresa returned with a pack full of medical-use adult diapers, the pack itself large enough to hold a few dozen diapers. "You're lucky I had this lying around from the time we were sick. I remember what Margaret's granddaughter was like when we were all bedridden, always complaining about how she had to change us."

Edith softly chuckled as she remembered those days. What wonderful days they were. "She might've grumbled about it, but I could see it in her eye. She was just happy that we were all okay." She sighed sweetly, before gently reminiscing about her own days as a parent. Maybe that was why she had started to gravitate towards Baby. Because she longed for the days of caring for her kin, instead of just caring for somebody that she was supposed to take care of as part of her job.

"If you say so. She never did apologize, at least not while I was around to hear it." Theresa replied, shaking her head as she picked out a diaper from the pack. "Help me out here, Edith. Lift her legs up so I can slide this thing under her."

The elderly caretaker did as asked, making sure to keep a firm grip so the sleeping Baby didn't end up dropping her legs straight down onto her dear friend. All while chuckling a little, a single glance devoted to keeping an eye on Theresa. "When was the last time that you changed a diaper? Was it when my grandson was here?"

"I don't really remember." Theresa replied, sliding the diaper underneath Baby's butt and making sure that it was as aligned with her waist as it possibly could be. "I just know that I can't possibly forget this. No matter how long it’s been since I changed somebody, the muscle memory that I've built up always comes back right on time."

"Really? Didn't Margaret say that you once forgot how to walk? How come you're able to remember how to change a diaper, when you've had problems walking?" Edith's question was not meant as a teasing one. She was genuinely curious. Especially as she lowered the sleeping Baby's legs back down so it was easier for Theresa to weave the diaper between those cute thighs.

Theresa rolled her eyes. "That was one time. And that was after we tried that plant that Margaret received from her granddaughter. Now quit messing around, we're almost done." She really didn't want to remember that day. Her legs being hard to control was the least of her worries back then. The fact she could remember that day at all hurt way more than she'd like to admit, so the less she had to focus on it, the better.

Edith simply nodded in turn, watching Theresa finish the act of changing the young Baby. Once the midsection and the wings of the diaper had been woven through the gap between those thighs, it was easy enough to tape it shut. From there, she just had to make sure that it was as snug as it should be, mainly for the sake of making the Baby's time in diapers all the more comforting. Once it was all snug and secure, Theresa could let out a sigh of satisfaction and smile at a job well done.

Tiffany was still able to perceive the world around her, to a certain extent. And as she felt that gentle garment being wrapped around her waist and woven between her thighs, the words that had slipped into her mind started to resonate. It was a very comfortable garment. Perhaps overly comfortable. So much so that she almost started to giggle a little, with a small trail of drool running down her chin. With this thing on her, she'd be super safe. That's what the nice voices had told her...

Then, and only then, did she start letting her guard down ever so slightly. And when she started relaxing and not worrying about anything, thinking that everything would be alright, then something started to leak. A faint hiss slowly left her nethers, one that she didn't react to. No, she thought that she was safe, so she didn't even think about the idea of wetting herself. After all, she was deep in her trance-induced sleep. Why would she even come close to thinking about something like that..?

Both Theresa and Edith, however, were privy to the sight of the Baby wetting herself right then and there. Which only served to make Theresa even more relieved. "It seems like you made the right call, Edith. If we had been a moment too late, she would've wet the covers. And it's not like she can just move herself, not when she's sleeping like this."

"Mmhm. And look, she's even more of a baby than I thought." Edith chimed, as she planted a gentle little kiss on the Baby's cheek. "Babies that feel soft and comfortable, and don't worry about needing their potty training, they just let it all out into their diapers. What a good Baby you are..." She really was happy to see the girl wet herself. Even if it was probably a little too infantilizing. Not that the girl could offer her thoughts on the matter while she was like this.

But her trance did mean that she liked what she was hearing. It was nice to wet her diaper. That diaper was meant to protect her, and by wetting it, it was doing its job. It meant that as long as she felt like she had to pee, then the diaper was there to protect her...

"So, she's a Baby? Then I made the right call while cooking."

As Theresa and Edith kept an eye on the Baby that had just wet her very first diaper, Margaret made her grand return. And in her hands were a spoon and a jar full of mushy baby food. The kind of mushy baby food that you wouldn't eat if you knew what was in it, but the exact kind of mushy baby food that a growing baby definitely needed.

"You made that again?" Theresa asked as she raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure that she's going to like it? Couldn't you have made something that's better for a girl's taste buds?" As much as she knew that Margaret was a good cook, she also knew that she had a tendency to go overboard when it came to nutrition. And since none of them had eyes on her, she had clearly gone above and beyond.

Margaret shook her head as she climbed onto the bed, taking a soft seat near the cute Baby. "Keep her mouth open, Edith. And then we'll see what she thinks. If she swallows it, then it's good. Besides, I made sure to add all sorts of healthy veggies to the mush. I'm sure she'll love it."

Edith followed her friend's lead and gently opened Baby's mouth, making sure to gently coax her tongue out of her mouth too so it was easier for Margaret to feed her. All while Margaret put on an extra infantilizing tone. "Here comes the airplane, bringing the tastiest food to the growing Baby!"

The mush was dumped off on Baby's tongue, before it gently rolled its way down her throat. And moments later, they heard a gulp echoing from the open mouth. She was subconsciously able to eat, at least. And what was the verdict..?

A subtle and satisfied smile worked its way onto her face. Because she loved the taste. Not because she was into the ingredients, she had always been a picky eater... But the trance made her think that it was tasty and nutritious and good for her. So she swallowed it without any fuss. The first of many meals that she'd eat while in this trance, and while in the care of these elderly women that helped her sink deeper and deeper.

"Well I’ll be," Theresa muttered, before gently taking the jar from her friend and dipping a single finger in to have a taste. "...Nope, still as horrid as ever. At least she likes it." The former nurse muttered as she gagged a little, handing the jar back to the former cook. All while walking off so she could get herself a cup of milk to get the taste off her tongue.

Margaret chuckled as she proceeded to feed the Baby another spoonful of her mushy food. All while beaming with pride. "We're going to make sure you're fed, safe, snug and happy. Until the moment you open your eyes and look upon us again. Me, Theresa and Edith. Doing our best for a cute Baby." When she said it out loud, it really sounded ridiculous. But a look at Edith served to reinforce the idea. Yeah. They could take care of her. Absolutely...

Tiffany smiled in turn after swallowing another spoonful, sinking even deeper into the loving care of these wonderful grannies...

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"Say, Theresa. There's a question that's been burning in my mind. Isn't she supposed to poop too?"

It had been nearly a week since the trio of elders ended up with a strange young lady in their care, and even now she hadn't managed to wake up once. But it was alright. They could handle taking care of her. They all had their experiences, and they came together to make sure that she ended up as healthy as she could.

But there were growing concerns on their minds. Because while she had been snugly sleeping the days away, there were a few things that happened to bother them. Most notably, the fact that she just hadn't made a dirty mess of the garments that she was wearing. Which wasn't exactly a good thing considering what might happen if one ended up too backed up.

"She is. And she hasn't been peeing as much as I think she's needed to either. No matter how much milk she drinks, her bladder just keeps it in all day. But she wet herself the moment she got a diaper on, so..." Theresa muttered, as she rubbed her chin a little. What was she going to do..?

Edith, meanwhile, gently pressed her fingers into Baby's belly. It had grown a little pudgy. Mostly because of the food that Margaret had been feeding her, as well as all the milk that she was made to drink to ensure she wouldn't end up dehydrated. Because she just kept on sleeping, her body packed on the pounds bit by bit. And her slim figure had begun to fade away, replaced with... Well, baby fat.

"It's not just that she's refusing to fill her diapers... She's begun to smell a little as well, hasn't she?" Edith said as she lifted up the girl's arm, before recoiling slightly. "A little may be selling it a bit short. We can't take her into the tub either, otherwise she could drown. Any of you ladies have any good ideas?"

The trio had to put their brains to good use. There were two main problems, and a side effect of their treatment. The lack of proper diaper usage, her hygiene, and the fact that she was starting to grow a little fat. While they could all agree that she actually looked cuter with her body growing a little chubbier, the other two problems needed a good solution. If they didn't fix the former, she'd end up backed up with poop and pee and then everything would get way messier... And if she kept on stinking, then they'd eventually reach the point where they couldn't handle her smell either.

Whenever things got tough like this, it was up to them to figure out the best way forward. Truly pool their skills together, and from there come up with a suitable solution. And as Theresa and Edith really strained their thinkboxes, a few gears turned inside Margaret's head while she fed the sleeping Baby...

"Why don't we just do what we can? It's not like we have to take her out into the tub to get her clean, and it's not like we don't have ways to make her go in her diaper. Isn't that right?" Margaret, despite being the cook amongst the trio, had definitely seen what the others could do when they worked together. And while each of them had started a task, it was up to the other to finish it.

Theresa nodded as she gently put her hand up against Baby's diaper, rubbing her crotch for a moment to make sure she really was dry. "I suppose that if we want to make sure she makes good use of this, then we're going to have to medically induce incontinence. I have a few pills that might help, I'm just not sure what the effects might be on a sleeping girl like her." Indeed, while Edith had given her the idea to diaper the young Baby, she was the one that ultimately had experience with the medical side of wearing diapers.

"Why, Margaret, that might just be what I needed to hear." Edith mused and chuckled a little. "We can bathe her in bed, though it'll take a bit of effort to make sure she doesn't leak onto the sheets below. But assuming everything works out, she'll be the prettiest and cleanest little Baby. Maybe she'll even thank us, once she ends up waking up."

"If she ends up waking up." Theresa shot back, before nodding slightly. "Margaret, Edith, you handle giving her a bath. I'll go check my supply and see if I don't have a couple of laxatives or diuretics." She said, climbing off the bed once more to take care of business.

As Theresa got busy with the pills, Edith and Margaret pooled their skills together. Margaret got all the necessary sheets that would ensure that they didn't make the bed wet, while Edith mixed all the soapy water that they needed and grabbed a set of sponges that would be perfect for this. Some coarser than others, while the main ones were so soft that it would feel like she was doing it by hand instead.

Tiffany, of course, didn't notice anything. The diapered girl just laid there still. Resting. Smiling in her sleep, because she knew she was safe. She knew that the three of them would take care of her. Her Grannies, which was what her trance made her interpret them as. Especially after one of them had called herself Granny when she whispered into her ear. The little Baby was prepared to feel just how Granny was going to help her...

Once the two elders returned with soap and sheets in hand, the first order of business came in the form of making sure that everything was properly covered. And that, in and of itself, meant that they had to move the Baby ever slightly to make sure that the sheets could fit underneath properly.

They were as gentle as they could be. Rolling her onto one side to slide some of the sheets onto the bed, before repeating the procedure but from the other side. All while Edith hummed a little lullaby, to help calm the sleeping Baby so she wouldn't wake up while they were busy handling her.

Normally, they would cover much more than the bed. Because normal procedure was for the afflicted to be covered in a sheet of her own so they could take everything as slow as possible. But neither Edith nor Margaret were willing to take things that slowly. They had seen the Baby near-naked more than enough times, and she was still sleeping. So they'd expedite the process a little so they could finish before Theresa came back.

"Let's hope she stays still." Margaret muttered as she slowly started to slide the sponge across the young Baby's body, letting the soapy water flow across her skin. Once she had slid the sponge over her slightly, she dragged it back and pushed it forth, making sure to scrub away. She didn't scrub too harshly, because she didn't need to.

She just had to wipe away the bits of her that didn't smell too good. Which mostly happened to be a bit of sweat or other sorts of stains that appeared due to her sleeping for too long. This also included undoing her diaper down below and carefully letting that sponge slip in between her thighs...

This, Tiffany felt. It was one thing to have the sponges rubbing up against the rest of her body, she could tell that she was being washed for the sake of being clean. But down there was a very sensitive spot. So much so that she let out a soft moan and almost shivered a little too much. It felt good. But at the same time, the lullaby pouring into her ear made her associate the idea of feeling good with that lullaby. Not only that, but being clean like this started to feel good too...

Margaret scrubbed and scrubbed away at her body. Making sure not to be too rough, while still being thorough. All while smiling a lot due to the fact that the girl hadn't woken up yet. She was still sleeping so soundly, despite what she was doing to her body. It was adorable, and encouraged her to continue so she could be as clean as she needed to be...

It really didn't take long before she ended up fully clean. Especially since Margaret was thorough, cleaning her armpits, her elbows, her knees, her crotch, her ass, her fingers and even her toes. But once her body was completely and utterly soaked in all of that soapy water that was supposed to keep her nice and fragrant, there was still one little thing they needed to do...

They had to deal with her hair. Sure, they came prepared by already having a basin ready for her head to rest in as one of them filled it with soapy water, but there was still an important question to answer between the two of them...

"Shouldn't we cut her hair?" Margaret said, while putting the bucket full of water back down on the floor as she watched Edith do what she did best. While she could handle cleaning somebody's body, the finer details of haircare had always eluded her. It's why she kept her hair short.

"She might be a Baby, Margaret, but that doesn't mean we have the right to ruin her hair. Besides, I don't believe I'm the best with a pair of scissors. Remember the time I tried to give your granddaughter a haircut?" Edith said in return, while washing away at that hair and making sure every single strand was cleaned to perfection.

Margaret paused before nodding a little. "Good point. I can still remember what she was like when she realized what you had done. My ears are still ringing too, good grief." As much as she loved her granddaughter, that day was one she would rather love to forget. To think that her hair could end up such a mess...

Once the Baby's hair had been thoroughly cleaned and rinsed, it was time to clean her off completely. And they had brought several towels to ensure that it wouldn't be a difficult endeavor, making sure to wipe away all traces of water and lingering dirty bits. All so she could be as clean as she should be.

After having dried her off with the towels, the covers were taken away... And there she rested. Completely and utterly naked. Her diaper only just being helped back onto her after everything was said and done, rendering her adorably padded once more which served to really compliment how innocent she looked.

"Well, I'll be damned. You two are a mean pair of cleaners. So why can't you clean up the rest of the house when the maid won't come over?" Theresa made her return not long after that, whistling softly at the sight of the absolutely beautiful young Baby that looked like she had never been dirty in her entire life...

Edith chuckled a little, before Margaret smirked. "You never asked us to. And besides, you know you'd have to beat us in another game before we'd owe you one." Despite the taunting, she did pause for a moment. Because when was the last time they had played a game? At the moment, all their time had been focused on resting or taking care of the Baby. Perhaps they should put some time aside so they could catch up...

Theresa rolled her eyes, before taking a seat on the bed. A single pat on the diaper to ensure that she was still dry even after her sponge bath, before she nodded and pulled out a seemingly innocuous jar of baby food. Though upon closer inspection, there were a few chunks of something inside the mush...

"That's one way to make sure she actually swallows the pills." Margaret muttered, taking a seat near the bed. "But are you sure it's going to work even when they're crushed like that? Didn't you once say that these were meant to be taken whole?"

"Yes. But she's still sleeping, and that means that if she were to get hit by the full effects of the laxatives and the diuretics, she'd likely not be able to handle it. Which is why we're going about it in this way. Hopefully it'll help her, while giving her the chance to recover from the effects once she wakes up." Theresa argued, knowing the struggle that would come with unending incontinence. Something that the other ladies no doubt understood as well, considering what they had been through.

Both Margaret and Edith groaned a little, while Theresa slowly but surely fed the mush straight into the Baby's mouth like she had done so many times before. It really didn't seem any different, which was why the Baby swallowed the food like it was just another meal.

Tiffany didn't think anything of what was in the food. It was still delicious. So she swallowed what was presented to her by her Grannies. They talked a bit about... Incontinence? She didn't know what that meant. Even as her tummy started to hurt a little as she swallowed more and more of the mush...

Edith noticed the look on the dear Baby's face, before leaning in and gently rubbing her naked tummy. "It's okay. Just let go... Just let go... It'll all be okay when you let go..." She had to encourage her to just relax. That way, the pills would work like they were intended. And since she had responded so well to the way they treated her over the last week, clearly a little nudge in such a kind manner would do the trick.

The Baby listened, and slowly drooled a little as she did as they asked. It didn't take much longer before a quiet hissing sound echoed out between her thighs, and the front of her diaper turned from a simple white to an extra stained yellow, as the absorbent padding soaked up as much of that pee as it possibly could. It was true, she really did need to pee. And not just a little, a whole lot...

But it wasn't just pee. The laxatives worked their way through her relaxed system, and they just barely caught wind of her rear letting out a brassy sound... Right before the smell of her mess hit them. It was a lot stronger than before, probably because of how long it had been stuck inside of her bowels...

The look on the Baby's face was positively adorable. It looked like she could sleep forever. Now that her tummy was all sorts of empty, she could just keep snoozing. And whenever she looked a little too full, they could just feed her the mush again, and it would be an easy task of keeping her clean on the inside as well as on the outside...

"Good Baby... That's it... Whenever you feel full, just let go... Your body will do the rest..." Edith smiled as she gently kissed the Baby on the cheek, while rubbing away at her tummy ever so slightly. She was beyond proud of her. Such an adorable little girl, who was becoming more and more adorable by the minute...

Unfortunately, she might've gone a bit too far with the praise and the encouragement. Because not long after, a wet fart left the Baby's cheeks, and the back of her diaper grew even heavier and filthier as more started to pour out from her hole. She wasn't close to being done. Or perhaps, that little bit of encouragement ended up leaving her with permanently loose bowels...

Either way, the three Grannies couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, before resigning themselves to their duties. They had promised to take care of her, so now they had to deal with her extra soiled diapers.

Something that only served to emphasize how much Tiffany depended on them, as their influence continued to make such a powerful mark on her mind...

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"How did you find a stroller fit for somebody like her?"

"Well... It turns out my grandson knew a little thing or two about this. I wouldn't want to know how or why, but he was willing to lend me his. Does it really matter how I got it?"

"Not particularly. What matters more is that she's having a good time. Even when she keeps sleeping."

Another few weeks had passed since Margaret, Theresa and Edith ended up with an adorable young lady in their care. And through the process of caring for her, that same young lady had gradually become more and more of a baby in every sense of the word. Whether it was the way she needed diapers, the way that she had been packing on the pounds thanks to the extra nutritious meals that she had been eating, or the way that she depended on her caregivers for practically everything.

And while Theresa was busy making at home, having been roped into doing most of the cleaning for the day, Margaret and Edith were out and about. Margaret keeping pace with her cane, and Edith slowly pushing a stroller along. All while the adorable Baby sat in the stroller, letting the gentle sun shine down on her as her two Grannies took care of her.

Tiffany, still stuck in her hypnotic trance that was meant to improve her life, had been soaking up more and more of her Grannies' care. Which was why she didn't seem bothered about anything that had happened to her. Her weight doubled and left her positively chubby, as well as the way that she was now dressed in an adorable pink dress and extra thick diapers that were more suited for a fetish than a patient... It was all something that her Grannies had done to protect her and care for her. So she didn't mind. Not that she could really do anything. She could just perceive bits and pieces of what they did to her.

"Why did Theresa think the dress was a cute idea, anyway?" Margaret asked as the two slowly strolled through the park. "She wasn't wrong, Baby does look absolutely adorable decked out in pink frills... But it's not exactly what I would do to a sleeping Baby."

"Well, we couldn't just go outside with her all naked, could we now?" Edith chuckled, right before stopping and kneeling down by the side of the stroller so she could give her sweet little Baby a kiss on the cheek. "They'd be so shocked if they saw our Baby without a thing on her, besides her dirty diaper..."

Right on cue, the drooling Baby started to push out a mess, letting her pink pamper turn brown as it filled up. All while Edith had to wave away some of the filthy smell so she wouldn't end up overpowered by it.

She had become permanently incontinent. Despite Theresa's best efforts to make sure that she didn't end up with a bladder and a set of bowels that wouldn't be able to close, the obvious had happened. And thus, whatever food they fed her usually ended up going out the other end not long after she had eaten it. It was a little unfortunate, but it was better than the Baby ending up congested thanks to everything that was packed up inside her...

"I think they'd be shocked over the idea that we're babying an adult girl more so than the fact she's been messing her diaper." Margaret chuckled, before taking a seat on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the park, the gentle sound of the water splashing out behind her serving as a calming soundscape.

Tiffany liked the sound too. Which was why she ended up drooling a little as the hiss of her bladder giving way echoed out. The water rushing forth from the fountain encouraged her to just let go. And it felt really, really nice to just... Pee... Because that's what her Grannies had told her. To let go felt nice... And so she felt really nice when she let go...

Edith smiled as she watched Baby just fill her diaper, before sighing a little as she took a seat beside her dear friend. "She's come a long way, hasn't she? From when she crashed her car right outside our house, and now look at her." She mused, smiling all the while. "She's an adorable Baby... But will she ever wake up?"

"I can't say. Theresa has no idea either." Margaret said, before reaching into her pocket. "There's just one thing I'd like to do before we head home, though." As she spoke, she reached forward and stuffed something into the Baby's drooling mouth...

A pacifier. Almost immediately, the Baby started to suckle on that rubber thing. Suckling and suckling without a care in the world. It was nice to suckle on her binky. It was like an infantile instinct that she had buried far inside the recesses of her mind, and now it was pushed to the forefront thanks to all the other infantile aspects that had taken over...

"Where'd you find that?" Edith asked, before smiling a little further as she watched the dirty baby suck away on her pacifier. It was a really relaxing sight, if she had to be honest. Like the one thing that had been missing from the Baby...

"Turns out that my Granddaughter had left behind a couple of things for a rainy day. In case we ever needed to take care of one of her kids." Margaret said, before pulling out a rattle as well. "I didn't want Theresa to tease me over keeping them around for an occasion like this, so I'm glad we finally had the opportunity to do this. Besides, if we didn't give her one, her muscles and her teeth might just end up atrophying. You know, how they just kinda stop working or shrinking from disuse?"

Edith blinked a few times before the word registered. "Look at you, trying to sound so smart." She chuckled, before taking the rattle from her, and then holding it close to the Baby so she could shake it and the adorable young Baby could hear it. "But you're right. We need to make sure that she'll be alright. And what better way than this?"

Tiffany could hear them doting on her and wishing her the best. And the sound of the rattle was really nice. So much so that she giggled, not that the giggle got very far past her pacifier. She just giggled and giggled, while her diaper continued to grow heavier and heavier as her incontinence did a number on it. All while feeling as safe and secure as she possibly could. Because her Grannies were there for her.

As Edith and Margaret watched the Baby enjoy herself, even in her continued sleep, they had to confront a simple piece of reality. The fact that they'd have to endure the smell of her stinky diaper while they headed back home to change her bottom. Something that made them both sigh, because there was just no way around it.

But it was something that they had largely accepted. Because this was what they had signed up for. And if it meant that their Baby was happy, then they would do anything...

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"Hnnn... Nnn..?"

Tiffany started to blink. It was really hard to see, since everything was so bright. But suddenly, out of what felt like nowhere, her mind decided that the trance had run its course. And slowly but surely, she woke from her slumber. Even though it was hard to do so, and her eyes really hurt as she took in all that light...

The first thing she did as she tried to wake up... was suck on her thumb for a bit of comfort. It was something that her Grannies had told her to do if she ever felt nervous. It wasn't nearly as fun as sucking on her pacifier, but it kept her comfortable. At least until her eyes adjusted to the world around her.

It was then that her mind caught up with what happened. And how all of this should be wrong. Why was she treating the idea of being a Baby like it was a completely ordinary thing? She was an adult, she... she...

The longer she dwelled on the problem, the more she sucked her thumb for comfort. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to cope. All she knew was that she just needed to suck on her thumb to try and deal with all of this.

"W-What do I do..?" The nervous Baby muttered as she tried to get out of bed... But even that was difficult. Partly because she was still dressed in that extra babyish outfit, and partly because her entire body felt so unresponsive. All she could do was just lie there until somebody came to check on her...

And luckily, somebody did end up hearing her. The door leading into her room slowly opened to reveal the three elders that had taken care of her over the course of what felt like so many weeks. Just seeing them made a single word slip from Tiffany's lips...

"Granny?" And immediately, she started blushing. T-They weren't her grannies. They were... They were strangers. People that had cared for her while she was sleeping, but people that she shouldn't think of as grannies...

Edith chuckled as she came closer, immediately noticing how the girl was having trouble with her current state. "You finally woke up, Baby. Did you sleep well? Is there anything you'd like from us? Just say, and we will do what we can. Isn't that right, Margaret? Theresa?"

"That's right." Theresa said as she came closer as well, taking a seat on the bed. "I have to say, you've been really well behaved. Sure, you've filled your diaper a whole lot, but that doesn't mean that you haven't been real cute." She smiled at the girl in the bed, trying her best to seem like she wasn't a threat.

Margaret smiled as well as she took a seat beside the bed. "You might've ended up in our care thanks to an accident, but we've treated you like you've always been with us. As a part of our family. I hope you don't think less of us because of what we did."

The way they surrounded her really made Tiffany tremble. All of them were so nice. It made it harder and harder to think of them as anything less than her Grannies. They really had done everything they could do to take care of her. And the fact that they were still so welcoming even after the fact... It... It...

Her cheeks flushed brighter red as she very abruptly felt her bowels giving way. She was forced to fill her diaper, the padding audibly crinkling as filth flooded out of her hole in a matter of moments. And as quickly as she started to poop her pampers, she started to pee as well. The audible hiss from between her thighs only served to emphasize that.

Her control over her bowels and her bladder had eroded completely. Even waking from her sleep hadn't helped. If anything, waking up just made it even worse. It just led to being even more embarrassed than she would've been otherwise. Why did she have to deal with this? It was awful...

"Goodness..." Edith muttered as she watched the Baby fill her diaper. She was adorable... But she needed the care and help that she could give her. Which was why she wrapped her arms around the Baby and gently pressed her head up against her bosom. "It's okay. You've been through a lot, and you've been sleeping for so long. It's normal to be like this. We'll help you relearn everything. Bit by bit by bit."

"Mmhm. After making sure that one of my patients have been cured of their ailments, it's important that they get all the aftercare that they need. Edith's the best for that, since she's been a caretaker in the past and she was the one that took care of you for a lot of the time while you slept... But we'll do what we can. I'm sure I can find something that can help you." Theresa added, as her smile widened. Really, taking care of her with the other two had been an experience like any other. To continue it a little longer wouldn't be that bad.

Margaret nodded as well, as she grabbed the jar of baby food close to her. "Now, please open up your mouth. Since you're filling your diaper, you'd best get a little bit more food in you, Baby." She said, as she scooped up a bit of mush from the jar and let it hover in front of Tiffany's mouth.

Tiffany should've tried to correct them. But having them call her Baby felt right. It was like a second name to her at this point. So she didn't really make a fuss. She just opened up her mouth while she shivered, letting the older woman place the spoon right on her tongue before she swallowed the mush...

To her surprise, it tasted wonderfully. Granted, it was the only kind of food that she had been eating throughout her time in a trance, but it was still beyond delicious. So much so that she opened her mouth in anticipation of another spoonful. She was a little gluttonous, now that she had gotten the chance to act...

Then again, maybe it was because she had packed on the pounds. She was definitely chubby. Her arms, her thighs, her legs, her belly, all had extra fat on them. She just didn't want to think about it. Because the less she thought about how much she had changed and how infantile she had become, the better.

Margaret fed her sweet little Baby once more, sighing sweetly as she did so. "Theresa, you can handle changing her while I deal with feeding her, right? Or do you need her to lie still while you do it?" She asked, because the three of them could still take care of her independently while the others were handling another part of their shared duties.

"Well, she's not kicking her legs all around the place, so it shouldn't be that hard." Theresa said, as she carefully patted the extra stinky and extra soggy diaper, making Tiffany squirm a little more in response. Once she was sure that she wasn't going to make a mess while she changed her, she made sure to get the diaper off her quickly. Wiping her clean after that was easy, because she had done it so many times and knew how sensitive the Baby was.

Though Tiffany did squirm a little more when she felt those wet wipes brush up against her naughtier bits, Edith's hug and her gentle and soothing lullaby made it difficult to focus on what was happening down there. All she could really focus on was one of her Grannies feeding her, one of them changing her, and one of them keeping her nice and calm. It was such a serene and wonderful experience. One that definitely took a lot of her abilities away from her, and it would no doubt take a lot of time before she'd get a chance to be all on her own again... But one that she actually loved...

As she finished eating the meal that Granny Margaret was feeding her, she audibly swallowed and looked at the three old ladies. "Y-You want me to stay, don't you..?" She muttered, as if it wasn't obvious already. She just wanted to make sure that they wanted it...

"Of course we do." Granny Theresa said, securing the clean diaper around the girl's waist. "Maybe even after you recover, we wouldn't mind keeping you here as long as you'd like. You really are almost part of our family at this point."

"We'd love to have you here for as long as you like." Granny Edith said, kissing the sweet little Baby on the cheek. "Don't worry about recovering too much. Just enjoy the time you spend with us."

Granny Margaret nodded as well, putting the jar down and smiling at her dearest little Baby. "If you could stay with us forever, that'd be lovely too. But it's up to you, once you've completely recovered. But for now, let's just take it slow and easy until you've recovered completely. Alright, Baby?"

Tiffany nodded, as she slowly closed her eyes and let the older ladies' love take care of everything. All while she had to admit that the hypnotherapy maybe hadn't been too bad...

After all, it had solved her drinking problem... And it had given her a brand new life to live, as her Grannies' Baby...