St. Olga's Reform Nursery for Wayward Infantas

	It had come suddenly with no apparent warning or reason. The earth trembled and quaked as cracks formed in its crust. Buildings began to crumble as magma flowed from the cracks, quickly engulfing the sea and lowlands in its fiery flames. Within minutes, the race of man and its achievements had been all but wiped clear of the earths surface, with only those unfortunate enough to be in space or on high mountains able to survive long enough to witness its destruction. Unfortunate they were, for where once man occupied the surface had come from the cracks an endless series of creatures that seemingly defied all laws of psychics, biology, aestheticism, and reason. They varied in size from dwarfing subatomic particles to being able to crush Balkan States with what could only figuratively be described as their feet. The most pleasing of these abominations resembled grotesquely deformed organisms that had existed in the time not ten minutes before. The majority meanwhile, defied easy definition, seeming more like eldritch automatons than living beings. A mass the size of New York City of what appeared to be orange dust circling itself with the viscosity of solid cement, what appeared to be a forty foot long floating pipe burning itself out on one side and regrowing on the other with each bit regrown changing in colour slightly, and an almost phallic fishlike creature with skin that looked like bug eyes that if touched would feel like the dust of crushed glass were among the easiest to describe of these beings. None appeared to be of this earth, many didn’t even appear real, seeming to those left to witness them more like holograms than actual substantial forms. Though most were horrifying in their unearthly appearance and movement, some appeared almost ethereal, and hypnotized some of those few left to witness the earth’s untimely end into a calm and accepting state. Many more of the survivors, however, were fully aware of the horrifying situation and were left to contemplate what was happening. For it defied all logic, answering to no known prophecies of rapture nor did it seem as though any amount of what had been modern science could have explained it. Things had gotten weird as the earth again became wild, for what had caused this apocalypse was not from around here, but from another dimension.
	High on a narrow mesa that towered above the great maze of fire that was once California stood the panicking princess of Mewni Star Butterfly, above her friend Marco Diaz. Marco was lying supine on the mesa, his soul had seemed to have died, and he lacked the will to stop himself from breathing or avert his senses from the chaos that surrounded him. On the edge of the Mesa, a tear came into the space of the earth, and from the hole created by this tear came a carriage being pulled by two chimeras that landed next to them on the mesa. From the carriage emerged Star’s parents, the King and Queen of Mewni, with stern, unimpressed expressions on their faces.
	“Mom, dad, I swear I can explain!” Star stated nervously, on the verge of tears.
	“We sent you to earth mere months ago and you’ve already managed to render it uninhabitable.” Her mother stated matter-of-factly.
	“It’s still inhabitable” Star said with a nervous grin as a great ball of what appeared to be crystallized liquid molasses continued to explode with the sound of a light sabre and rematerialize several feet away within a second “see!”
	“This is totally unacceptable Star,” added her father “at most we expected you to level a continent.”
	“Mom! dad! you have to listen to me! It wasn’t my fault!” Star yelled bending at her knees and clutching their pants.
	“Perhaps it is our fault in a way,” Star’s mom replied, giving Star a fleeting sense of false hope “we were never strict enough with you as a child, it’s only natural you wouldn’t be ready to posses the wand as an adult.”
	“So as much as it pains us,” Star’s father continued as though they had rehearsed in advance “we’re afraid we have no choice but to send you to…”
	“NO! YOU CAN’T! ANYTHING BUT…”
	“St. Olga’s” her parents finished together. Upon hearing those words Star broke out crying, begging her parents not to send her and desperately pleading that she’d learned her lesson.
	“There, there,” her mother chimed “I was once a young princess once too. I know St. Olga’s can be unpleasant, but after you’re done you’ll be ready to wield the wand and assume your duties as the crown princess of Mewni.”
	Star’s crying began to cease. “Okay,” she said, “just let me say goodbye.” Her parents nodded to oblige her and she went over to the still seemingly comatose Marco. She said goodbye and quietly slipped the dimensional scissors into his hoodie pocket, she then walked into the carriage.
	“Don’t cry Star” her father said cheerfully patting her on the back “you’re a big girl now, and while part of that means fun things like the wand, it also means you have responsibilities.” Star didn’t respond. She kept her head down in defeat. “Here, I know something you can do, why don’t you fill out these application forms!” he said, “all the fun of bureaucracy for our fledgling stateswoman!”
	Star took the forms and slowly began filling in the various points, such as her name, her race, her home dimension, when she came across a section that gave her an idea. Although it had asked her for her age, because  the infinite number of races in the multiverse aged differently from one another it asked as well for her age category. The choices were adult, adolescent, child, and infant. Star knew as well as anyone that St. Olga’s was hell, but she was unaware that there were different categories depending on the developmental stage of the applicant. She figured that they’d have to go easier on babies and because of the wide variety of races in the universe they’d have no way of knowing if she were actually a baby or not. So, Star ticked off the box next to infant and put the form on her person. They’d arrived at the gates of St. Olga’s minutes ago due to the speed of inter-dimensional travel, and they were waiting for her to finish filling out her application. She secured the form on her person and a guard cuffed her hands behind her back.
	“You’ll be an adult when this is over” her mother assured her, “and the whole kingdom will celebrate.” Star was then placed on the conveyor belt, and dragged forcefully into the hellish reform school.
	Once inside, she found herself in a large and empty gothic foyer. She looked around at the creepy design, filled with statues of monsters and religious symbols. Cobwebs covered every corner, and bugs and rodents crawled across the floors, walls, and ceilings. Soon two nuns came out of doors on each side of her, they were each around 5’5 with broad shoulders and wide, strong builds. Each grabbed her by one arm and dragged her into a back room.
	They uncuffed her, and asked her for her form which she immediately produced. “We’ll need to confiscate your possessions.” one of them said, Star obliged and immediately began giving up what little she had on her. “One wand, magical,” the nun dictated as the other began writing her words down, “one pair of devil horns, one star shaped satchel, and one pair of boots that appear to resemble lizards.”
	“It says here that you’re applying in the infant category,” said the nun who’d been writing down Star’s possessions, “are you sure that’s correct?”
	“Yes,” Star said nervously, “goo-goo.”
	The nun chuckled, “very well, enjoy your stay at St. Olga’s.”
	With that the nuns led her into another room that appeared much larger than the ones before it. In the centre of the room appeared to be a long dining room table around 10 feet tall that was surrounded by equally oversized highchairs, and on the sides were cupboards, and refrigerators that were similarly oversized. The nuns left her alone in the room as the ground below her seemed to shake, Star was terrified and had no idea what to expect. The trembling grew, and suddenly, a giant door to the room the opened. From it came another nun, only this one was around 20 feet tall.
	“Aww, it wooks wike we have our newest inmate!” the nun said, picking up Star between her armpits and putting her on the table. “We need to get you already so you can begin your time at St. Olga’s!”

	The nun began undressing Star immediately, though Star was uncomfortable with the proceedings, she was too scared to object. She began to examine the nun, who Star judged to have a handsome face, with calming green eyes, and wrinkles that made her look to be in her late 30’s or early 40’s. Though it was hard to get a good impression of her due to the loose, all covering nature of her clothing, she seemed to have a curvy figure, possessing large breasts and hips. When Star was fully unclothed, the nun took her again and placed her in the sink, which was already full of lukewarm soapy water. The nun began scrubbing Star gently with a sponge.
	“I think I can wash myself” Star said with a tint of indignation.
	“Nonsense, you’re a baby, you need someone to wash you” the nun said with a loving coo. She worked quickly, getting every inch of Stars young body clean, unnerving Star greatly when she started to clean her butt.
	“Please let me clean that myself!” Star insisted.
	“I’m almost done,” the nun replied not really answering Star. She went in deep to make sure that she got everything, causing Star to almost feel gratification from it “I just need to do your hair now. Get ready!” The giant nun took a bucket of water and poured it over Star’s head, causing Star to gag slightly. She then began to lather shampoo in Star’s hair. “It’s really important you could your eyes closed for this part.” The nun said, pouring water over Star’s head again to rinse out the shampoo. “Yay, you’re all clean now!”
	The nun proceeded to carefully pull Star out of the sink and placed her on towel on the table. Star felt humiliated by what was happening, but felt that she should just play along for now. The nun took a shammy and began drying Star off with it. When she was done she took some baby powder and began rubbing it all over Star’s body (which Star couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of). What happened next to Star should have been obvious, but she couldn’t help but be shocked. The nun took out a diaper that while fitting Star perfectly looked like one that would be used for a baby. The nun laid Star down in the diapering position and though Star made a feeble attempt to resist forced the diaper on her, “don’t squirm, you wouldn’t want to find out what happens to naughty babies” the nun said, with a tint of a threat entering her cooing voice. She proceeded then to clothe Star in a baby onesie with black and white horizontal stripes. “There, you’re ready to join the rest of the babies in the playpen!”
	She then took Star through the door from whence she’d came, and the sight on the other side horrified Star even more. Lining the giant room were adult size cribs with barbed wire around the top that surely served as their cells. After reaching the end of the lines of cribs had they reached the “playpen.” It too, gave off the distinct feeling of prison, as it too was surrounded by a fence with barbed wire giving off the impression of prison yard. Mostly empty (aside from the other “babies” who we’ll discuss in a moment), the yard possessed various oversized baby toys, as well as what appeared to be adult sized dumbbells and barbells with a colourful and rounded design that made them appear babyish.
	“Now you play nice with the other babies, okay?” the nun said placing her in the pen. Star was immediately greeted by a humanoid girl who was clearly at least a teenager.
	“Ah, la princesa Estrella Mariposa!” the humanoid girl said giggling to herself, “I figured it was only a matter of time before you came to St. Olga’s, but I didn’t figure you’d have the same brilliant idea.”
	“Infanta Darisia!” Star said, recognizing the orange skinned, purple haired girl with extruding canines and an animal’s nose, “you’re not a baby!”
	“None of us are,” the infanta replied “at least not when we arrived”
	“Huh?”
	“Did you really think a baby would need to be sent to St. Olga’s? What the hell can a baby do? No, this section is nothing but princesses like us who thought they could game the system by ticking themselves off as babies, but ended up getting more than they bargained for.”
	“How so?” Star asked nervously.
	“St. Olga’s is a school, not a prison. So you leave when you graduate rather than after a set amount of time. In order to pass, you need to be seen as a respectable princess for your age, which if you’d chosen your proper age would have meant being a respectable member of society, but here it means…”
	“PRINCESS FLYING PONY HEAD!” Star said disregarding the infanta after seeing her old friend and rushing towards her. “O.M.G. we get to be prison buddies.”
	“You wanna be fwiends?” the hovering head of a horse asked.
	“Do you not remember me?” Star asked.
	“Wets pway togethew!” Star’s old friend exclaimed, and it had dawned on Star what had happened.
	“Yeah, she didn’t last very long” the infanta interrupted, “on the plus side she’s going to be released soon.”
	“Oh my gosh, I have to get out of here!” Star yelled.
	“Well you can’t,” said the infanta “the nun isn’t going to listen to you, and you’ll never be seen as reformed until you’ve regressed.”
	“I’ve made a huge mistake,” Star said sinking to the ground “I also have to pee, do you know where the little girls room is?”
	The infanta began laughing “hey everybody, the new girl wants to know where the washroom is” suddenly more “babies” began surrounding Star and laughed with the infanta.
	“You’re wearing it!” another “baby” exclaimed.
	“& there’s nowhere else to go!” added another “So there’s no point trying to keep your dignity.” But Star, like many of the other girls who in ignorance thought they could game the system by being babies still held on to what little shred of dignity she had, and steeled her bladder. After seeing that she wasn’t going to give up immediately, the other tykes started taking bets.
	“I bet she won’t last past her first feeding!”
	“I bet she’ll give in tonight when she’s sleeping!”
	“I’ll give her until after breakfast tomorrow!”
	The betting continued like this, the farthest bet had her lasting for only a little longer than 48 hours, and was unsurprisingly the last bet. Soon after they had their fill of hazing the new girl they dispersed, to resume their lives as prisoner-babies. Though still holding onto their precious sanity as long as they could, the smart ones realized that in order to do this they had to let hold of their dignity. But Star would come to realize she wasn’t a smart one, and tried to solider on. It was fine at first, her desire to go to the bathroom derived more from her nervousness than an actual need to urinate. But immediately, the pixie-like girl who bet she wouldn’t make it out of the playpen began to taunt her.
	“Drip, drip, drip.”
	“Cut it out,” Star insisted, shooing at her like an insect “I don’t even have to go that bad.”
	“Picture running water.” The pixie continued, but soon gave up realizing that Star seriously didn’t have to go.
	“Geez, why is everyone here so mean,” Star asked the infanta, the only girl who hadn’t gotten bored of her “shouldn’t we be sticking together?”
	“It’s the only way to keep sane,” said the infanta “asserting yourself in the playpen is the only way to make you feel like an adult, the rest of the time you’re treated like a little baby.”
	“Having to deal with these girls isn’t going to make life in St. Olga’s any easier” Star said.
	“Oh you’ll learn to fit in,” the Infanta continued “and if you don’t, you’ll just regress faster!”
	“I’m not a baby,” Star insisted “I can handle myself.”
	“We’ll see about that” the Infanta replied.
	With that came the return of the giant nun, who immediately began pulling the pupils out of the playpen and one by one bringing them into the kitchen where she washed star.
	“What’s going on now” Star asked the Infanta.
	“Feeding time,” the Infanta replied “and if you didn’t have to go before you’ll really have to go after this!” she said as she was picked up and hauled away.
	Star was next to be lovingly hauled away by the nun. She was brought into the kitchen and placed in one of the highchairs that surrounded the table. As the nun went to get the last of the girls, an elfish girl with oval, opaque, monochrome eyes who bet Star would let loose during this meal began to chime in.
	“I’m a shoo-in now,” the elfish girl said “this stuff’ll go right through.”
	She quieted down when the nun returned, and began brining out their “meals.” Their food was a bowl of applesauce, and a baby bottle of milk. The nun went around placing the food in front of them, and while the rest were more than eager to chow down on their feast, Star was disappointed by its lack of substance. She looked at the bowl of applesauce and didn’t feel like even tasting it, she tried to unscrew the nipple from the bottle but found it to be impossible, eventually tasting it through the nipple only to spit it out after tasting how warm it was.
	“Yuck,” said Star, inadvertently gaining the attention of the nun.
	“Aww, baby isn’t eating?” the nun said “I guess I’ll have to feed you.” The nun grabbed the spoon with the applesauce and began motioning towards Stars mouth, “here comes the train, choo-choo!” Star resisted the nuns attempt to force feed her, turning her head at the precise time to cause it to hit her cheeks rather than her mouth.
	“Baby’s making a mess,” the nurse said, now clenching Star’s mouth open with her free hand “now we’re going to try this again, open wide for the airplane!” the nun slowly began moving the spoon towards Star’s mouth. All eyes in the room were turned to Star and the nun, and with her spatial vision Star looked at all their faces, most of them looked on with intensity, but the elfish girl was just laughing, and Star knew damn well what for.
	“Now I’ve got her,” the elfish girls grin seemed to say “once the nun shoves that crap down her throat it’ll go through her like an airplane, and then I’ll win the bet.” This enraged Star more than anything, how everyone had so little faith in her ability to control herself. She decided she wasn’t going to let them win, and flung the bowl of applesauce in the nuns face.
	The intensity that once existed on the other girls’ faces had changed to that of trying to hold back laughter, because they all knew what was going to happen to Star now. The nun took a wet-wipe and cleaned off her face to reveal the disappointment in her face.
	“That’s a bad baby,” the nun said in a lecturing tone “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be punished for this.” The nun pulled Star out of her highchair took her over to a chair in the corner of the room. The nun sat on the chair and laid Star over her lap. Star knew what was coming and was terrified of the nun’s awesome strength.
	“Please don’t,” Star cried out.
	“I’m sorry,” the nun said “but it’s the only way you’ll learn.” The nun then pulled her arm back and began winding her hand for the strike. She quickly brought her hand down and smacked Stars bottom. The hit was devastating, the nun had used all of her giant strength in the blow, and Star could feel it through her entire body.
	“Owww,” Star yelled as the nun prepared for a second blow. The next one hit with every bit of power as the first one. The pain again radiated throughout her body and she began to feel pins and needles in her legs. Star began to sob but the nurse didn’t respond and came back with a final blow to Star’s buttocks. Now Star could hardly feel her legs at all, she could feel the redness begin to radiate from her butt. She was now crying profusely.
	“Well maybe next time you’ll eat your applesauce like a good wittle baby” the nun said returning to her cheerful baby talk. The nun then hauled her off to her crib and placed her there for the night. Star watched as she changed the other students who all shamelessly wet and messed themselves after the feeding and were then placed in their respective cribs. She was lying prone because her butt was too sore to lie supine, and she could still hardly move her legs. It was now the turn of the girl who bet that she wouldn’t make it though the first night to try and taunt her.
	“Aww, I feel so much better getting all that out of my system,” said the young princess, a girl with arachnid legs and twelve eyes.
	“Forget it,” the elfish girl from before interrupted “she didn’t eat anything. This one might actually be stupid enough to resist.”
	“You might wanna cut it out,” the arachnid added “the longer you resist, the harder it’ll be once you finally cave.”
	“Whatever,” said the elfish girl “she doesn’t have enough food or drink in her anyway, so it isn’t like you have any chance. You might as well get a goodnight’s sleep.”
	“Guess you’re right,” the arachnid sighed “nighty-night.”
	Indeed there wasn’t enough food or drink in Star, while she certainly didn’t have to go she was famished from not having eaten during the day. This combined with her aching buttocks and the many thoughts flowing through her head made it impossible for her to sleep. So she lied awake all night, contemplating what she was going to do. Should she just give in like they all said? Maybe even pretend to be a baby so they’ll send her home early? No, their must be some other way, maybe she could even breakout of St. Olga’s, or at the very least get transferred to another part of the school. Whatever the case, Star still had her dignity, and she wasn’t going to give it up that easily.
	 So morning came and Star was incredibly tired. The nun again brought all the girls into the kitchen and placed them in their highchairs. All except for Star, because she was going to get special treatment for making a scene yesterday. The nun took Star back to the chair, and began to bottle feed directly. This time Star had no recourse whatsoever, the nun had a firm grip on her and could force the bottle directly into her mouth. Besides, Star wasn’t going to let herself starve, so rather than choking on the milk she allowed it to go into her stomach.
	“There,” said the nurse, “maybe you’ll be ready for the highchair by lunch.”
	It was time again for the playpen, and Star realized that while she needed her breakfast, that it was going through her fast.
	“Well it looks like I’m going to win this one,” said the Infanta, who had also placed a bet.
	“Hey, I’m still holding in fine.” Star said.
	“Come on, let it rain!” the Infanta insisted, but it was doing little good. Star was still determined to control herself, no matter how futile the effort was. Beyond being merely unpleasant trying to hold your bladder and bowels is when you’re wearing a diaper, it was clearly affecting her ability to socialize. The girls who were still holding on to their adulthood (or at least teenhood) were all taunting her to let loose, while hanging around the ones who had begun to slip back into mental infancy just made her let her guard down. She spent most of that morning in the corner, trying to avoid other people, until it was time for lunch.
	Star was allowed back into the highchair this time, and again did nothing but stare at her food. Again, the nun came to force feed her, but this time Star did nothing to resist, and allowed the nun to spoon-feed her oatmeal. Now she really had to go.
	The girl who bet she’d let loose after her third meal, a creature who resembled a Halfling except with whitish-yellow fur covering her body and a third eye on her forehead approached her along with the elfish girl and the Infanta. They had evil looks in their eyes, and could tell that Star was starting to feel real uncomfortable holding it in.
	“Looks like you’re up shit-creek” said the Halfling.
	“Come on guys,” Star said “leave me alone.”
	“Don’t bother trying to resist any longer,” the Infanta said “it isn’t going to do you any good.”
	“Come on, I thought you were my friend” said Star.
	“She’s doing it for your own good,” said the elfish girl. With that the three of them turned around and faced their butts to Star, she knew what they were about to do and could almost feel it coming out herself. With that, the Halfling girl began counting down.
	“Three…two…one…”
	“Wait!” a voice from behind proclaimed turning Star around right before she was able to witness the other girls messing themselves to taunt her. The girl was about 7 feet tall and lanky, with tan-brown skin and rainbow coloured troll-doll hair. She was the girl who bet that Star could make it past 48 hours. “I know you can make it,” she said, although she only made the bet because it was the last time period available “and I can help you.”
	Star looked at her intrigued, “what are you going to do?”
	“It’s simple,” the troll-haired girl produced two pacifiers from her onesies, and Star looked nervous and confused. “Take off your diaper and bend over!”
	“Oh no!” Star exclaimed “there is no way I’m going to stoop to this, I’d rather just poop my pants and get it over with.”
	“Come on,” the troll-haired girl said “it’ll make everything a lot easier, you won’t feel tempted at all!”
	“Geez,” Star thought to herself “how badly do they want to win this bet. But, I really don’t want to mess myself, and it’s only a pacifier.” So Star obliged, undoing the ends of her onesie and undoing her diaper. She bent over and allowed the troll-haired girl to place the pacifiers in her urethra and still sore buttock. The feeling gave her a quick, almost pleasureful sensation, and she now felt confident that she could hold it in for as long as she needed.
	But, all the pacifiers could do was hold it in, they certainly couldn’t stop her from actually having to get it out, and adding dinner on top of it certainly didn’t make things easier. So once again it was time for bed, time to watch the other babies get changed and to try to get through the night without wetting or messing, and maybe, hopefully, possibly, getting a bit of sleep. It wasn’t top on her mind (that would be having to go) but she was still exhausted having not slept at all the night before. Her butt was also still sore from the brutal spanking she’d received. & once, again, she was going to get taunted, and this time possibly for the full 10 hours a night they’re expected to sleep, because the other girls knew how close she was to caving.
	“Aww, wook at the wittle twoopers,” mocked the cat-girl who made the bet that she’d cave during the second night “you know you can’t wast much wonger.” Star could do nothing but try to avert her eyes from her mocking, but she couldn’t ignore it. “Oh, I feel it coming out of me,” the cat-girl said almost orgasmically “just… gonna…push!” Star felt like she couldn’t control herself any longer, with a loud grunt the cat-girl shat herself, and Star felt as though she had too, when in fact the pacifier had managed to hold it. Star couldn’t take it any longer, her stomach ached and her ass burned. She broke out crying and the nun came to see what had happened.
	“Aww, what’s the matter?” the nun asked, “did you use your diaper?” the nun then began inspecting Star’s diaper only to find that it was neither messy nor wet (she didn’t look hard enough to find the pacifiers). “That’s strange, you haven’t used your diaper since you got here,” the nun said “I know just what to do!” she said, taking the cat-girl for her changing, and then going to the kitchen.
	The cat-girl began laughing. “What’s so funny?” Star asked. Soon all the girls who hadn’t regressed started laughing. Star was again horrified at her uncertain fate. All eyes were again upon her as the nun again emerged from the kitchen.
	“This should help you go!” the nun said, and now Star knew exactly what was going on. The nun held in one hand a baby bottle, and in the other, a container of castor oil, as if she weren’t enough of a fascist. She poured some castor oil into the bottle and picked up Star. Star again had no recourse but to yell and scream, and the nun gently reassured her as she forced the bottle into her throat. Nothing Star could do would stop her from drinking the castor oil. She knew resistance would only make her life worse, so she was forced to consume the vile laxative. The nun then placed her back in her crib “I’ll be back in an hour or so.”
	Once again, all eyes turned to Star. The cat-girl was laughing triumphantly as she knew that she won the bet (there wasn’t even any money on it, so Star had to wonder what the big deal was). Her stomach began to turn much more now, and her bowels seemed to be evacuating as if from the titanic. The sad thing is Star didn’t even care anymore, she just wanted it to be over, and with a couple hard pushes it was. Her bowels pushed her diarrhoea right through the pacifier, filling her diaper within seconds and flowing out to the sides. Her bladder followed suit, knocking out the pacifier as her piss filled the diaper and also began dripping to the side. She felt no humiliation, no shame in having lost, nor discomfort to be festering in a pool of her bodily waste. She was just so happy to have gotten it all out.
	But once the sensation of having moved her bladder and bowels was over, the nun came in giggling. “Looks like that cleared you right up!” she said grabbing Star, careful not to get her excrements on her clothing “phew, you might need a bath after this one!” The nun took Star to the changing table. She carefully took off the onesie, undid the overflowing diaper, and cleaned off as much of the urine and feces from her crotch and buttocks as she could. She was correct in asserting that Star would need a bath after that movement, and once again placed Star in the sink to get washed. She followed the same routine, shampooing rinsing, giving her a clean diaper and onesie. She then brought Star back to her crib which she quickly disinfected and put her back to bed. The cat-girl stared at Star triumphantly.
	“Welcome to St. Olga’s Nursery” she said. Star couldn’t take it anymore, she had to breakout.

	“It looks like someone’s starting to get the hang of things,” the nun said pinching Star’s cheeks. It was breakfast now and Star was willingly feeding herself. Star kept a happy expression on her face as she plotted how to get to the room where her wand was being stored. When it came time again for the yard, she continued plotting to herself, thinking about how she’d get out. The real problem though, was that it seemed all too easy. The nun was far too big to get through the doors that Star entered the nursery from, and the highchair she ate at had few security precautions. It seemed like all she had to do was run through the door while the nun was distracted, beat up the other nuns (they couldn’t be that much tougher than Ludo’s minions) take her wand, and then… where would she go? Her parents were on Mewni, and earth was destroyed. Maybe if she fixed earth her parents would take her out of St. Olga’s! But how would she get to earth? Or Mewni? Or anywhere? Surely the lockup had a pair of dimensional scissors somewhere? & hell, if her wand could destroy the earth, it could surely achieve inter-dimensional travel, right? Yeah, besides, even if she did get caught, she could at least convince them she was a teenage and get sent to the actual school. It all seemed so easy. Then why did no one else try it? Maybe they just couldn’t fight as well as she could, that must have been it.
	“You haven’t said anything all day,” the Infanta said walking behind Star.
	“What’s the matter, still butthurt?” said the arachnid.
	“I’m going to breakout,” Star said, trying to sound badass in her diaper and onesie.
	The two of them laughed once through their noses. “Good luck,” the Infanta said.
	“What do they know?” Star told herself “I’ve fought worse than this since I was an actual baby, what chance do they possibly have?” Star found new resolve and headed over to the baby weights. She had trained since she was young and was able to lift impressive amounts for her size and sex. The other babes were immediately impressed, and again started talking.
	“Maybe she actually does have what it takes.”
	“Are you kidding, she’s nothing without her wand.”
	“I bet she won’t make it passed the door to the nursery.”
	Again they began making bets for nothing, as they had nothing to bet with having no contact with the outside world (clearly, they had nothing better to do with their time). This time they were a little more confident in Star’s ability, a little over half claiming that Star would make it outside of the nursery, with a little less than half of them claiming she’d make it out of St. Olga’s. When Star had finished working out, the Halfling girl who bet that Star would get caught in the lockup room, approached her.
	“So, when are you planning your breakout,” the Halfling asked.
	“When the time seems right,” Star replied.
	“If you want, I can distract the nun, for you, that way you can make a clean break for it.”  Star again was left to ponder why they seemed so deadest on winning these pointless bets. Distracting the nun would almost certainly mean brutal punishment for the Halfling girl who would gain nothing from winning the bet (which she still probably wouldn’t win) other than the satisfaction of being right. But that wasn’t Star’s problem. She wanted to get the hell out of Dodge before the process of infantile regression began. So she took up the Halfling’s offer to distract the nun at lunch.
	When lunch came, they were again all placed in their highchairs, and given an unappetizing semi-liquid Smörgåsbord. Star watched the Halfling girl, who began to yell incessantly and bang her bowl against the table, as the nun went towards her, Star loosened herself from the highchair and prepared to escape. When the nun came over, the Halfling threw the bowl in the nuns face (the nun wasn’t enamoured with the increasing frequency of this occurrence), and as the nun stood in shock Star quietly slid down the highchair, and quietly crawled (so as to be as silent and unassuming as possible) to the door she came in from.
	She made it out unnoticed, and there were no nuns to be seen. Now she had to find out where her belongings were located.
	She looked at the various doors in the back room. There were six in total, the French doors coming in from the foyer at the front, another door directly on the other side, and two doors on each of the other sides of the room, including the one she escaped from. She didn’t want to look through the foyer, because she felt that it was likely to have nuns patrolling it. So she peeked in to the door directly opposite the one to the nursery. Looking inside she could immediately tell that this was the teens school, and was every bit as miserable as she imagined. From what little she could see the students looked miserable and the nuns were brutal, smacking them with rulers several times in the brief seconds she peeked in on them. She couldn’t believe that she would actually consider it better than being babied. Was it? I mean, if she were good, the nursery nun would at least treat her nicely. But no, she had to get out of their eventually, and she couldn’t regress back to infancy. So she closed the door, and deduced the lock up would probably be in the door opposite the French Doors to the foyer. She was right, and entered the room containing all of their possessions. She began searching through the aisles looking for her name, and when she found it there was someone there to greet her.
	“MARCO!” Star yelled, rushing towards the hooded boy trying to embrace him, but he shoved her off.
	“Get lost Star,” he said, his face still possessing the dead angst of someone whose entire planet was destroyed “and what the hell are you wearing?”
	“Oh come on, I said I was sorry I destroyed your planet, but now we can fix it.”
	“Oh no,” Marco replied grabbing the wand from the bin it was placed in. “You’ve done enough damage already. I’M going to rebuild earth and the human race. You can rot here in your baby clothes you maniac!”
	“Come on,” Star said grabbing hold of the wand, the two now fighting for control “we can work together.”
	“I’ll never work with you, you genocidal bitch!” Marco said trying to kick at Star.
	“Hey, I was just trying to help!”
	“Well great job, the earth isn’t even recognizable anymore, and everyone’s either dead or dying.”
	As the two continued to bicker and fight with each other, they accidentally allowed a beam to escape from the wand. Both of them dropped it to duck and cover as it flew across the room. Suddenly, several nuns began entering, having heard the beam, and grabbed the two of them before they could resist. The nuns were incredibly strong, and the teens’ fighting skills were useless against them. So they were thrown back into the nursery to face the giant nun.
	“Naughty baby trying to escape,” the nun said picking up Star “I’m going to have to give you a timeout for this one.” Star knew that a timeout meant more than sitting in the corner for a few minutes, and she was right. The nun put a chastity belt around her diaper that locked up preventing Star from removing either the belt or the diaper. She then brought Star to another small door at the side of the room where the playpen and cribs were located and locked Star inside.
	It was small (Star could barely crouch), pitch black, and surprisingly warm. Star couldn’t see anything in the room. She did whatever she could to explore it and found at one corner of the room a bottle nipple coming out of the wall. Having not eaten lunch, Star decided to taste it and sure enough, the milk she’d been fed came out. It tasted fine, but she realized what the true test of this was. She could hear nothing from the outside, which made her believe they couldn’t hear her either, so crying would do nothing. She had no way of removing her diaper, so if she used it she’d have to sit in it until the nun let her out, and she had no idea when that would be. Almost as soon as they she gave up on trying to hold herself Star again found herself having to hold it in, or else have to sit in her waste for god knows how long. The real problem was, she had no idea how long how long was. It was always dark, and there certainly wasn’t a clock. She had no way of knowing what time it was or how long she was in there. & by the time she figured this out she hadn’t been in the hole for an hour.
	She went through the motions again of trying not to eat so she wouldn’t have to mess or wet, but again, it became increasingly painful, which was only worsened by the fact that she already had drank some of the milk. So, in the second day in the hole, Star gave up trying to hold it in yet again and allowed herself to empty her bladder and bowels, and this took a toll on her immediately. She was changed right after she used her diaper the first time, so she had no experience of actually sitting in it. It was even grosser than she imagined, and the lack of ventilation didn’t make it any better, causing a horrifying miasma to overtake the hole she was locked in. In a matter of hours, she started to itch from sitting in the feces and urine. She drank from the bottle only enough to keep her strength up because she didn’t want to make her mess any worse, and because the terrible smell killed any appetite she would have had. As days went by in the hole, the itch only became worse and worse. She was clearly developing a rash, and on what was the 5th day she could have sworn insects were crawling around in there (there weren’t, but the excrement was starting to rot). The pain of it all was brutal, and was only an addition to the fear and confusion of having spent days locked in a hole with no idea what was going on or what time it was. When the nun came to collect Star she was limp and barely responsive.
	“Aww, you didn’t have fun?” the nun asked, taking her from the hole into the kitchen, and putting her into a highchair.
	Star looked like a mess, aside from sitting in an overflowing diaper she was sweaty and emaciated having eaten a starvation diet while in the hole. She had the expression of someone whose head was elsewhere, and indeed it was, in that long, brutal week she seemed to have forgotten her formerly carefree life. The nun just looked at her.
	“How are you feeling?” the nun asked. “Do you have a rash?” the nun asked tauntingly. “I can help make it all better,” the nun said “but you need to ask me to help you.”
	Star motioned up with as evil a sneer she could muster, but it was of little use.
	“Ask me to change your diaper,” the nun said staring at Star. “Come on baby, ask me to change your diaper.” Star just stared at her, and they sat there for a few minutes, the nun smiling cheerfully. The nun then sighed “okay, I guess it’s time for bed.” The nun then took Star and placed her in her crib with the chastity belt and dirty diaper still on. The other inmates looked on her, not laughing but with utter terror. After Star lied there for an hour she again began to cry, summoning the nun.
	“What’s wrong?” the nun asked Star, as if she didn’t know.
	Star answered sobbing “pwease change my diapee.” The nun obliged and again took Star to the changing table. She unlocked the chastity belt, removed the diaper, and again removed as much feces and urine as she could with the wipes. She was careful washing her this time, because she knew of the rash, when she wanted to be, the nun could be a saint. When Star was as clean as she could be the nun began applying a cream to her buttocks and crotch.
	“Doesn’t that feel better?” the nun asked. Star smiled slightly through the tears in her eyes. “You’ve been through so much. I think it’s time you got a reward.” After putting Star into yet another diaper and onesie, the nun undid her clothing revealing her breasts. She placed Star’s mouth on her breasts, and Star began sucking away on them until she fell asleep. The nun then wiped the saliva from her nipples and put Star back in her crib.
	Star was good the next morning, eating her breakfast like a champ, and filling her diaper without a second thought. “You’re coming along nicely. I may have to release you soon” the nun stated as she applied more cream to Star’s cracking crotch and butt skin. She then placed her in the pen with the other girls. But the first person to talk to her wasn’t a girl.
	“Look, don’t get me wrong, you destroying my planet and wiping out humanity was totally not cool,” Marco said sighing, he too wearing a diaper and prison onesie. “But if we’re gonna get out of here we need to work together. In exchange for doing some things I don’t want to talk about with some of the monster girls, I’ve gotten them to agree to create another diversion so we can escape for real this time, and return earth to its rightful state.”
	“Hi Mawco!” Star giggled. “You dwessed wike a baby now too!”
	“What’s gotten in to you?” Marco asked.
	“I dunno,” Star replied “I’m just a baby.”
	“Snap out of it,” Marco yelled slapping her “you’re a teenage girl and the princess of Mewni, now we’re going to get of this hellhole and save earth, do you understand?”
	Star thought back, and felt as though she was pulling herself out of her madness, “ye-yeah.”
	“Good.” Dinner had once again come and it was time once again to escape. This time the arachnid girl threw porridge on the nun’s face and again, the two made their way to the lockup room. Marco went to Star’s container for the wand and Star went to Marco’s for the scissors, they met each other around halfway, when the feeling of an earthquake again became present.
	“Naughty babies trying to escape” the nun’s voice boomed, still in a cheerful motherly manner. “I’m going to have to punish you two super hard this time!”
	“C’mon Star, we need to hurry” Marco said.
	“But nunny is mad at us” Star said.
	“Who cares, we have to get out of here.”
	“But we can’t disobey hew,” Star said crouching at Marco’s legs.
	“Whatever, if you’re not going to escape, give me the scissors!”
	“NO!” Star exclaimed grasping them tightly.
	“I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS GIVE ME THE SCISSORS!”
	“NO! NO! NO!”
	“NOW!”
	“NO YOU BIG MEAN DOODY HEAD!”
	“THAT’S IT!” with that Marco took the wand and blasted her with it, by this time however the nun had come and grabbed Marco with one hand and the scissors with the other. Marco, who still had control of the wand and his hands, grinned as he prepared to blast the nun with the same spell as he used on Star. But as he did this, the nun in an impressive feat of dexterity, positioned the scissors between herself and the beam, causing it to deflect back at Marco.

	“It’s with great honour that I tell you that you’re daughter has been successfully reformed!” the nun told Star’s parents.
	“It’s not been two weeks!” her father said in shock.
	“I can’t believe it either, she went from nothing but trouble, to a star pupil in just a matter of days,” the nun replied “I’m almost sad to see her go.”
	“Where is she?” her mother asked.
	“She’s in the other room, you can go in if you want to see her, but be quiet, she’s sleeping,” the nun replied.
	“Sleeping?” her father said inquisitively.
	“It’s 3pm” her mother added. But they did as the nun instructed and entered the adjoining room. There to their shock, was their daughter as she was in her infancy.
	“What happened!” Her father blurted.
	“Shh, they’re sleeping,” the nun replied.
	“Our daughter was 14 years old, now she’s a baby again,” her mother stated.
	“Oh dear,” the nun said nervously “then what was she doing in the infants program?”
	“Infants program?” her mother said.
	“Oh I should never have trusted her to fill out those forms” her father said, slapping himself on the head.
	“Well, you still have the wand, I’m sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble to change her back,” the nun said hopefully.
	“No, perhaps this for the best” her mother replied.
	“Yes, maybe now we can try again and avoid the mistakes we made the first time” the king said picking up his infant daughter, when suddenly a Hispanic baby in the other crib in the room woke up.
	“Whose is she?” The Queen asked?
	“We don’t know who he belongs to.” the nun replied “he just kind of appeared. You can take him if you want him.”
	“That’s quite alright,” the King replied “I’m sure someone from his planet will come for him eventually.”