Baby Tanya flashed an unassuming smile and cooed. Looking down at her and watching her reaction, Carrie remarked, "Hmm, you really are just a baby now, aren't you? You have no idea what I just did to you. You probably don't even remember you were ever older than me, do you?" Again, there was no reaction from Tanya. "Perfect," said Carrie. "Then there's nothing to stop me from keeping you like that for a good long while. Now then... it wooks wike sweetums had a wittle accident. Let's clean up your mess, shall we?"
Satisfied that Tanya was now unaware of the remote's capabilities, let alone how to use it, Carrie set it down on the desk unattended for a moment and went looking for a ladies' restroom with her new 'daughter' in her arms. When she finally located one, she grabbed a handful of toilet paper from one of the stalls and began to gingerly wipe off Tanya's thighs and nether region. "There we go," said Carrie. "All nice and clean. I guess I'm going to need to get you some diapers, hmm?" Tanya only giggled babyishly. On her way out of the restroom, Carrie took some paper towels from the dispenser by the door.
Returning to the carrel where she had left the remote, Carrie set Tanya down on the floor and cleaned up the little accident that she had left behind on the desk. Afterwards, she tossed the soiled paper towels into a nearby trash bin. No sooner had she done that, than Tanya began to cry again. "Aww, what's wrong?" asked Carrie, crouching down to comfort the child.
"hun... gwy...," bawled Tanya. "wan'... ba ba..."
"Hmm...," said Carrie, thinking. "I suppose I have to feed you, then. I don't exactly have a bottle ready for you, though..." As she considered how to resolve the situation, Carrie realized she only had one immediate option. "Okay, looks like I'm going to have to feed you myself..." Picking up the remote and pointing it at herself, she pushed a button. Instantly, she felt a small rise in pressure in her breasts, and realized her nipples were starting to leak a bit. Carrie's idea had worked-- she was now lactating. "Here you go, sweetie," she said, picking Tanya up from the floor and holding her close to her chest. "Does wittle baby Tanya want mommy's milk in her tum-tum?"
Tanya stopped crying and instinctively clasped her mouth over Carrie's left nipple. As she began suckling, Carrie looked down at her with a smile. "Yes, that's it, honey. Drink up. You're a thirsty little girl, aren't you?" Carrie laughed softly. Something was different now, and she knew it. She was no longer just trying to humiliate Todd. After all, 'Todd', as he had been when testing the remote on her, no longer even really existed; Tanya remembered nothing of her previous life. That was when Carrie realized, something more was motivating her now-- a genuine bond with this helpless little baby, and a sincere maternal instinct. Reaching this new realization, Carrie began to rock Tanya back and forth, ever so gently, whispering, "Oh, Tanya... I think I'm really going to enjoy being your mommy..."