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COLLEGE STUDENT IN DIAPER 🧷

Chapter 3...

Wearing diapers again was like uncomfortable.

I haven't wore them I thought since I was 3 years old, 15 years give or take a few months.

The weirdest thing was at about 4 years old I found my diapers I had been out of for over a year.

I figured out how to put them on and wore them, I guessed I missed them.

Here it was 14 years after that and I was to macho to be wearing a diaper!

But I still had the hots for Evelyn, I would walk through glass to get her.

If wearing a diaper is all I have to do, sign me up!

I thought you dummy you already are signed up! I smiled at my self.

Evelyn I thought, how would it be to be still wetting your bed at going on 18 years old?

I mean I thought most people stopped wetting their beds in their teens.

I used my phone and looked up Adult bedwetting.

Oh my gosh, I never knew that some kids, then teens, never grew out of bedwetting.

I just thought everybody outgrew it by about 15 years old.

But about 2-15% never stop wetting their beds.

Willy fell asleep and was awoke by Kathy.

Willy came down and Kathy checked his diaper.

"You're dry!" She said sounding almost disappointed.

I saw the disappointment and I thought I will try harder tonight!

Tonight?

I am not a bedwetter, never have been one.

Why would I start?

I think.

Because of the look that Kathy and Evelyn gave me, that's why!

But I don't want to be a bed wetter do I?

When I found my diapers and baby bottles, I wet them!

I missed being a baby.

Here I am diapered, and I didn't wet them.

Probably because I'm 18 not 4 now.

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COLLEGE STUDENT IN DIAPER 🧷

Chapter 2...

I moved in John Jr's. room.

It was exactly the same as the last time l was here.

There was his nighttime oxygen concentrator, the pump that had gave his oxygen at night.

I started putting my clothes in the drawer.

the bottom drawer had cloth diapers, plastic pants, diaper pins, powders, and diaper creams.

Wonder why they hadn't removed them yet.

I just shoved my socks in with them.

I looked over the brochure that had the classes I planned to take for like the one hundredth and one time.

Aunt Kathy told me lunch was ready, Tomato Soup, and Grilled Cheese Sandwiches with Goldfishes.

"For some reason, mom had not fixed these for me in years!" I told Aunt Kathy!

"I know, I remember the last time I made these for you, Evelyn, and John Jr. You all told me how much you liked them!" Kathy said.

After lunch I laid on the bed, it crinkled!

I guess they still had John Jr's. plastic sheet on there, why it had been eight years since I had an accident and wet John's bed while asleep here with him. 

I wonder did Evelyn's bed still have the similar plastic sheet? 

I went to the toilet, I really did have to pee.

On the way back I checked out Evelyn's room.

Sure enough it was there, her sheets were in the washer, I guess.

The plastic sheet was there for everyone to see.

Evelyn was 17 a year younger than I, and from appearances still had a problem with bedwetting.

When we were younger we both had a crush on each other. 

I still had a thing for her, wonder did she still have a crush on me?

If so, what would her parents think about us dating?

I am 18 years old and she is 17, no way I want to spend time as a pedophile in prison.

I'm not stupid!

At 2:50pm Evelyn arrived home. 

She had a hug for me. 

No indication if she still had a crush on me or not. 

I did see her get clean sheets and go to her room.

She saw me and smiled.

She came out of her room and she started her homework, she asked me a question of math.

I had the same work at the end of May, I helped her find the answer on her own, I just helped her with how to find the solution.

Before we knew it.

Dinner was on and Aunt Kathy had made her Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo.

She knew I loved it about 8:00pm Aunt Kathy took me aside.

"Willy, your going to find out Evelyn still wets her bed.

If you didn't know in order for Evelyn to feel better about it we used to diaper John Jr.

Please don't tell another living soul about her bedwetting, she is kind of emberrased about it!

John Jr. let it slip and told on her about her bedwetting.

That's when we started diapering him as well.

Willy we know it's an odd request, but while you're here would you please be diapered at night?

It's just so that Evelyn will feel safe with you, with her secret." 

"Aunt Kathy, I have not had an accident in 8 years.

The last one was when we were 10 and I wet here!"

"Please Willy I'm begging you!" Aunt Kathy said

It went against everything I stood for. I am 18 for heck sakes! 

I still had a crush on Evelyn.

"Okay." I resigned myself.

I, was laid in the livingroom and Evelyn was brought in and Aunt Kathy diapered us both.

Right there on the floor. 

After Aunt Kathy and Uncle John left us, Evelyn came to me.

"Sorry for you getting the diaper treatment as well!"

She looked sorry!

She kissed me, something tells me she still has a thing for me!

To be continued....

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COLLEGE STUDENT IN DIAPERS 🧷

I had just turned 18 years old.

I was getting ready for my Freshman year of college.

I was accepted at State University in Greenmore.

It was a 3 1/2 drive there and back.

I wasn't looking foreward to driving 7 hours a day, just to go to school.

Mom's best friend Aunt Kathy, and Uncle John lived in Greenmore.

They were not really my Aunt  and Uncle.

Mom and Kathy were best friends from Grade School through mom's Sophomore year at State.

She met dad and the rest is history as the say, mom married dad the end of their Junior year.

Aunt Kathy married Uncle John what would of been my mom's and her Senior year.

Mom moved here and Aunt Kathy got a Masters Degree in Education. 

Mom had me, then about a year later, Aunt Kathy had Evelyn. 

Aunt Kathy about 9 months later had John Jr.

John Jr. was a preemie, he had always been a sickly kid, his lungs never developed enough. 

As a kid he had the little oxygen maker that he wore over his shoulder, with a nasal cannula up his nose.

Looked like one of those old guys with Emphysema.

John Jr. never got to be a real kid. 

He never got to play football, play tag, do anything a real kid got to do.

When we went there or they came here for a visit, I saw Evelyn, and John Jr. get diapers at night. 

I guess they both wet their beds, it was okay though, I had a huge crush on Evelyn!

She had to be the most beautiful girl I knew.

I was about 13 or 14 years old last we seen of each other. 

Aunt Kathy used to diaper them together, in the livingroom.

Evelyn was my dream girl when I discovered masturbation she was the one that I imagined.

I was going to move in with Aunt Kathy, Uncle John, and Evelyn.

John Jr. had died about a year and a half ago. 

He got the Covid and as sickly as he was lasted about 3 days before it killed him.

He was diagnosed on Friday afternoon and died early Monday morning.

It was more than his poor little body could endure.

I was offered his room to live in while I was going to school in Greenmore.

Mom and dad were not rich, so living with Aunt Kathy, Uncle John and Evelyn was a God send!

There was no way we could afford for me to stay at the dorms!

To be continued.....

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MOTHER OR CHILD

Chapter 3

            “Heather, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up,” Jack said as he gently rubbed her back. Heather slowly came to. She realized she was sucking her thumb. She noticed the empty baby bottle lying on the bed and was shocked that she had switched to her thumb while she napped. The room was darker and she reckoned it was probably early evening.

            “There’s my baby girl. How was your nap sweetie?” Jack asked dotingly. Heather recoiled when as her brain registered who was sitting next to her. Her grogginess immediately turned to panic. She removed her thumb from her mouth and pulled the blanket up to her neck. Then she remembered that she was in a wet diaper. There was no escaping this situation. Jack noticed her panic and attempted to sooth her.

            Heather began to sob. “I’m so sorry Jack. I have never felt more embarrassed and I’m so sorry I kept this from you all these years. I understand if you don’t want me anymore.” Her sob grew more intense.

            “Quit that nonsense out right now. Leave you? Are you kidding me? Not in a million years. I will admit when I saw you this morning, I was shocked. I needed time to process it all which is why I called your mother to come look after you. But what I realized was how peaceful you looked. You have given me everything and been my rock. You have never wavered in your support and love for me and its time that I pay it back to you. Not to mention, you looked so damn cute,” Jack smiled as he finished the last sentence and tried to tickle her belly through the blanket.

            Heather looked up and saw the genuine love in his face. Her fears started to subside. She still felt embarrassed and had no desire to reveal the state of her diaper to him. But, then again, she probably didn’t have a choice in that matter.

            “So I have a proposition for you. You can become the baby you so clearly want to be. Now this would mean quitting your job and you would be a baby full time. What that means is that I will treat you just like a two-year-old. You will use your diaper. You would be fed, clothed and bathed like any toddler would be. I even want you to get in the habit of speaking like a child when you are at home. I would be your daddy. Now, whenever we are out, I will make sure that your outfits do not draw any unnecessary attention, but you will still be diapered. Your mother has already agreed to babysit you during the week while I’m at work. And I’ve already found some plans to build you some special furniture so that we can convert the den into a nursery. So how is this sounding?” Jack’s tone was serious, but gentle.

            Heather’s head started to spin. She had no idea what to say. She had so many questions, but she couldn’t utter a word.

            “I know the first question is whether or not we can afford to do this and the answer is yes. I ran through the budget and we will be just fine. The other thing of course to discuss is Amy,” Jack added. Heather’s eyes dimmed. She didn’t think it would be fair to subject her daughter to seeing her mother act like an infant. The offer Jack was making seemed like a dream, but could she ask that of her daughter?

            “You may be mad at me, but I called Amy on my way home and told her my proposal. Her words, not mine, ‘mom deserves all the happiness in the world and if this is what she needs, so be it.’ She asked me to tell you that she shouldn’t feel even the slightest bit of guilt or embarrassment because she loves you so much,” Jack said. “But what that means is that she will have authority over you and that includes diaper changes. I want you to think of her as your big sister. Since she knew that we were having this conversation tonight, she is staying over with a friend.” Jack added.

            Heather began to cry again. Jack seemed to have this all laid out. But was she ready to return to infancy? She would have no control, but how could she say no? It would be a major adjustment and the first weeks would be incredibly embarrassing.

            “So what do you say sweetheart?” Jack asked. Heather sat silent for a moment, but then she wiped her tears and looked up at Jack and replied, “Yes daddy.”

            “That’s my girl. So tomorrow, I want you to deliver your two-week notice. I know you are off this week, so you will complete the following week and that will be that. This will also give us time to get your nursery ready and transition to your new life. And one more thing. Tonight, I’m taking you out so that we can celebrate the start of this new chapter,” Jack said with exuberance in his voice.

            Heather smiled from ear to ear and wrapped her arms around her husband, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

            “Of course baby girl. But before we go out, we need to get you out of that wet diaper,” Jack whispered. Heather blushed. “You better get used to it sweetie, but tonight you can be a grown up,” Jack added.

            Jack pulled out some wipes and pulled the blanket offer her and examined the state of her diaper. “You really soaked this,” he chuckled. “Let me just clean you up little bit and then you can go get dressed.”

            “Um daddy?” Heather asked timidly.

            “Yes?” he said as he ripped open the tapes.

            “Um, can I wear a diaper underneath my clothes?” Jack just smiled. He tenderly changed her and patted her diapered bottom as she got up to get dressed. Jack had no clue when he woke up that morning that he would be changing diapers once again, but it was worth it to see his wife happy. Life was about to be a whole lot different.

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NIGHTMARE OR DREAM COME TRUE?

Chapter 1

Alex walked along the path with the other day campers. It was supposed to be a week filled with fun. But it was only the second day and he wasn’t feeling well. He could feel his bowels churning and he knew he needed the bathroom. He thought he might be able to hold until he got home later that afternoon. He had developed an aversion to going number two in public bathrooms. He was petrified of others judging him for something that literally every human being does. Alex was determined to tough it out and avoid the anxiety.

Throughout the morning, his stomach felt like a rollercoaster. He tried to act like nothing was wrong in front of the other campers, but his guts felt howling. The walked along the path through the trees until they reached an area where an archery range had been set up. Archery had been one of the activities that had excited him the most. It was just his luck. The activity he wanted to do most landed on the day he didn’t feel well. He tried to suck it up and block his intestinal anguish from his mind. It was now his turn. A fellow camper handed him the bow. A pile of arrows lay on the ground next to his feet. He bent down to pick one up and that’s when it happened. Alex lost all control and could not prevent the mess from filling his pants. His mind was screaming, but he tried to remain calm and act as if nothing had happened. He grabbed an arrow and straightened up. Maybe no one would notice, but everyone noticed. Before he could nock the arrow, his camp leader approached him. Now he noticed the other kids were pointing and snickering. “He just shit his pants like a baby!” Alex was mortified and the tears started to flow.

“Let’s get you back and try to get you cleaned up,” the camp leader said taking him by the hand. “Make sure to put the baby back in diapers!” The other boys were relentless, and all Alex could do was cry and be led away like a messy toddler. The camp leader was a teenage girl which of course only added to his embarrassment. He was going to be ten years old that summer and now he felt like his life was over. He would never live this down. He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him up. He couldn’t control his sobbing. The jeers and the laughter faded as a new voice started to echo in his ears. “It’s ok. You are alright, everything is ok. Wake up!”

Alex bolted awake. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks. His new bride was trying to console him, “It was just a bad dream sweetheart. It’s all over now.” Still a bit, disoriented he tried to calm himself down. Anytime he thought about that day when he was kid, that embarrassment and mortification welled up within him. It had been nearly twenty years since it happened and he had never told anyone about it. But it still haunted him. His wife of all of two weeks was being so kind and sweet. She was stroking his hair, trying to comfort him, when she noticed the smell. “Oh Alex, sweetheart, I think you had an accident. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Alex had been so lost in the memory of his nightmare that he didn’t notice the state of his pajama bottoms. He felt the warmth around his crotch, but then he noticed the mess in his underwear. “Can you stand up for me sweetheart?” The panic and embarrassment he felt all those years ago welled with in him once again.

He stood sobbing, unable to move while she stripped the bed. “Looks like we caught it before it seeped into the mattress. It’s ok Alex. Accidents happen.” Emily had never seen him this upset before and her heart ached to see him so emotional. She grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He was paralyzed by the intensity of his emotions and it was clear he needed her help. She helped him out of his t-shirt and wet pajama pants, leaving him in his messy and sodden white briefs. He closed his eyes and remembered standing in the bathroom stall trying to clean himself up as his camp leader scrounged for clothing. All she had found a was an oversized t-shirt that fit him like a dress. His soiled clothes were placed in a trash bag. He felt the icy stares of all his fellow campers as he walked to the car with his parents who had came to take him home early.

“Ok, lets get these messy undies off.” Emily gingerly pulled his underwear down, hoping to keep his mess contained. As she slid them down to his ankles, he carefully stepped out of them without making a big mess. “Good boy. Let’s just throw these away. We can always get more.”

Did she just say ‘good boy’ like he was a big dumb baby? But then he remembered that his bride literally helped him out of his shit filled underwear. He looked at her and her face expressed nothing but love and concern for him. “God, Emily I’m so sorry. This has never, ever happened to me. I swear. Please believe me. Jesus, I’m so embarrassed. I bet you didn’t imagine having to do this when we took our vows.”

“Alex. It’s not the end of the world. I don’t love you any less. Like I said accidents happen. Now, can you manage cleaning yourself up in the shower while I go put new sheets on the bed?” Alex nodded and stepped into the shower. The warm water helped him to start to regain his composure. After cleaning himself up, he hopped out and grabbed the towel Emily had left on the bathroom counter. Wrapping it around his waist, he walked back to the bedroom where his beautiful bride sat waiting for him on the bed. She had laid out new pajamas for him. After getting dressed, he was ready to climb back into bed. As he pulled back the covers, he noticed that a large towel had been draped across his side of the bed. “Before you get upset, this is just for precaution. Ok?”

Alex sighed. “I understand.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Thank you.”

She gave him a quizzical look, “For what?”

“For taking care of me. I feel really embarrassed and you were very sweet. So I want you to know how much I appreciate it.”

“Oh sweetheart. Anything to help my sweet, handsome man. I love you.” And with that she turned off the lights as the couple attempted to drift back to sleep.

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MOTHER OR CHILD 🚸

I've struggled with this one. I managed to finish chapter 2, but I am still uncertain as to where I will go with this. 

Chapter 2

            After getting her changed, Jocelyn took her back to the living room to watch tv. Heather plopped on the couch. She still felt really embarrassed, but her heart raced with excitement. As soon as her padded butt hit the cushion, her mother yelled out her name, “Heather Renee Dawson, you better get your butt off the couch and on the floor right now,” Jocelyn said, resurrecting her stern, maternal voice from when her children were kids.

            Heather immediately recoiled with fear, but it quickly turned to indignation. She had never been spoken to like that since she was a child. “Mom, I am not a little kid and this is my house. I can sit wherever I want,” Heather responded sharply. As the words left her lips, she knew she had made a mistake. She saw the flash of anger in her mother’s eyes and instantly, she was a scared little girl.

            “Oh, so you think you are a big girl now. Remind me, who just soaked their diaper? It certainly wasn’t me, so who was it?” Jocelyn said, proud of that fact that she could still keep her children in line.  

            “Me…,” Heather said barely above a whisper.

            “What was that? Mommy couldn’t hear you,” Jocelyn retorted.

            “Me,” Heather said a bit louder as tears started to roll down her cheek.

            “That’s right it was you. And if you soaked your diapers, that means you are just a little baby. You aren’t a big girl. And that’s ok. I don’t expect little babies to know how to use the potty. So lets try this again. You are going to get down on the floor like a good little baby. And I want you to start sounding like the baby you are. This will be your first and only warning. The next time, you disobey, you will be sorry. You agreed to my offer and so now you will submit to my rules while I am here. Now be a good girl and watch your cartoons and if you feel the need to go potty, that’s why you have your diaper on,” Jocelyn said with a softer tone. Heather climbed down from the couch and plopped down onto the carpet. Jocelyn placed her binky in her mouth and walked out of the room.

            Tears still rolled down her face. She wished that she could go back and decline her mother’s offer. She liked to regress to relieve some stress for a few hours, but she could always decide when it was time to grow up again. She tried to focus on the cartoon, but her adult thoughts continued to race. How long was she going to be a baby for? Was her husband going to continue this treatment? She had no control over the situation and she knew for the time being that it was a bad idea to disobey her mother.

            While Heather fretted, Jocelyn went down into their basement to rummage around for anything from when her granddaughter was young. She was just about to abandon the search, when she noticed something in the far corner of the basement. She walked over and found a playpen folded up and leaning against the wall. There were a few boxes next to it as well, which she quickly opened. All of Amy’s old baby toys were here. Happy with her discovery, she started hauling her finds upstairs.

            “Alright baby girl, look what mommy found?” Jocelyn said. Heather’s eyes widened and she started sucking her binky more intensely. Jocelyn set up the playpen walls and scattered the toys with the confines of Heather’s new play space. “Ok sweetheart, lets get you set up in here. You play in here while mommy goes and makes your lunch,” Jocelyn said while grabbing her daughter’s hand to help her into the playpen. “And remember, if you try to leave this playpen, baby will get a spanking.”

            Heather plopped down and examined all of the toys. She quickly realized that this was all of Amy’s old things. There were rattles and teething toys. There were the electronic interactives that played music while others made animal sounds. Brightly colored blocks and stuffed animals completed the infant ensemble of toys. At first she wasn’t sure if it was right to play with her daughter’s things, but then her curiosity got the better of her. Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled over to one of the electronic interactives. She pressed a button and was immediately rewarded with the sound of a duck. Heather giggled and mimicked the sound behind her binky. She pressed another and this time it was a pig. “Oink oink,” she laughed. As she started playing with all of the toys, she began to truly relax. She laughed and babbled like a baby. She had no idea how much time had elapsed. When she felt a twinge in her bladder, she paused and wondered if she should call for her mother. But then she thought better of it and her diaper grew warm.

            “Is my baby girl, having fun?” Jocelyn asked as she entered the room. “Stand up for me and lets check that diaper.” Heather did as she was told, but still blushed behind her pacifier. “Wet, but I think it can still take some more. Let’s go eat some lunch,” Jocelyn took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen table. Heather sat down and her mother grabbed a large dish towel to fashion into a makeshift bib. Jocelyn set her plate before her. A grilled cheese had been cut into little bite size pieces alongside a fruit cup. Her bottle had been refilled with milk. “I didn’t have time to pick up jars of baby food before I came over this morning, but don’t you worry, mommy will make sure to get some,” Jocelyn pinched Heather’s cheeks as she spoke.

            Heather timidly started nibbling on the sandwich pieces. She went to grab a utensil to take bite of the fruit and noticed she didn’t have one. “Mommy, I don’t have a spoon to eat my fruit.”

            “Babies eat with their hands, you don’t need a spoon to eat your fruit. And don’t worry about making a mess. Mommy will clean you up when you are done.” Jocelyn replied.

            “But, but…” before she could finish her sentence, her mother cut her off. “Can you please remind me what you are wearing?”

            “I’m sorry mommy, I’m just a baby,” Heather said in a defeated tone. Jocelyn just smiled and watched her overgrown baby stick her hands into the fruit cup. Her hands were covered in juice as she brought the fruit to her mouth, and it dripped down her chin. After finishing her food, Jocelyn wiped her face and hands. She picked up her bottle and led her daughter to her bedroom. She took off Heather’s onesie, leaving her naked except for her damp diaper. Heather started to cover her exposed breasts, but Jocelyn smacked her hands away. “Babies have no modesty. Now lay down. You have had quite the day. Babies need their rest.” Jocelyn caressed her daughters face and kissed her on her forehead, “I love you my sweet girl. You can always be mommy’s baby.” With that, she tucked her in and handed Heather her bottle. She closed the blinds to darken the room. She left the room and quietly closed the door.

            Heather slowly nursed the bottle. She ruminated on the day’s events. This was exactly what she wanted. But why did she feel guilty? Why did she feel she was doing something wrong? As she nursed her bottle, she wet her diaper a bit more. Although she felt so conflicted about her treatment, she couldn’t deny the euphoria she felt every time she wet her diaper. It truly made her feel like an infant. This was the opportunity she always wanted; it would be a shame to waste it. Feeling an infantile glow, her eyes grew heavy as she nursed. She wondered what else was in store for her as she drifted off to sleep.

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Story Title: MOTHER OR CHILD 🚸🍼

Chapter 1

“I love you sweetheart, I hope you have a wonderful day,” Heather Dawson said after giving her husband a peck on the cheek. Jack was her husband of twenty years. They had been high school sweethearts and married just a few years after graduating high school. Heather had just turned forty but reveled in the fact that she could still pass for twenty-five. Her long blonde hair and her curvaceous figure still turned heads.

But Jack remained the love of her life. They had made a life together. Their daughter Amy had just started community college. She and Jack had worked hard to make sure she needed for nothing. When Amy was young, she stayed home during the day to care for her, while Jack was at work. But when Jack came home in the afternoon, Heather went off to her job waiting tables. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was work. After Amy started school, Heather managed to land a job as a secretary for an attorney’s office. Heather was a hard worker both at her office and at home. She rarely had time for herself. What little downtime she had, she struggled to relax. There was always something else that needed to be done, folding clothes, or managing the family’s finances.

It wasn’t that Jack didn’t work hard or help out, but she always had to delegate tasks for him. If not told to do something, he was oblivious to the things begging to be done around him. She was never angry or disappointed with him, just tired. So when Jack left that house that morning, she let out a long sigh. Her job had rewarded her an extra week of vacation as thanks for all hard work. She decided to take the week to focus on herself. With the house to herself, she decided it was time for some self-care.

She went down stairs into the basement and retrieved a box. She carried it back to her bedroom and opened its contents. The scent of baby powder ushered in a feeling of relaxation. She found her favorite red binky and popped it into her mouth. She rummaged through the box until she uncovered a pink onesie. She pressed the soft fabric against the side of her face. It had been way too long. Heather pulled out a thick diaper and giggled at the crinkly noise it produced. She slipped out her dress and let it fall to the floor. After sliding out of her panties, she laid down on the bed. She positioned the diaper underneath her bottom. This was always the hardest part. After a few minutes of adjusting, she fastened the tapes. Satisfied with her work, she put on her onesie. She grabbed a baby bottle and headed for the kitchen.

Heather still struggled with some embarrassment, but it was easily eclipsed by the joy she felt when she was able to regress. In these moments, she had no cares or concerns. No one needed her to do something. She could just relax. As she filled the bottle with milk, she wondered what it would be like to have a caregiver. She fantasized about surrendering all responsibility. But there was one major problem: she had never told a soul about this side of her. Although she told Jack almost everything, she had managed to keep this hidden away all these years.

With her bottle filled, she toddled into the living room and turned on the tv. After browsing what to watch, she settled on Doc McStuffins. She curled up on the floor with a blanket and started nursing her bottle. All of her adult cares floated away. She felt so contented that her eyes started to grow heavy. In a few minutes she was fast asleep.

“Heather, sweetheart. Can you wake up for mommy?” a voice said while lovingly stroking her hair. Heather opened her eyes and saw her mother, Jocelyn, smiling at her. “Wha…what are you doing here?” Heather asked. Then it dawned on her that she was still in her onesie and a diaper and panic set in. She jumped up and ran to her bedroom. “PLEASE LEAVE!” she yelled. Jocelyn quickly followed her.

“Calm down sweetheart. Please settle down or mommy will spank you right now,” Jocelyn commanded. The threat of being spanked stopped Heather dead in her tracks. She hadn’t been spanked since she was a little girl and she certainly hadn’t used the word mommy in a very long time. Heather turned around to face her mother and started to weep. “Please, please go. I am so embarrassed. How disappointed you must be at seeing your grown daughter dressed like a baby.” She slumped on the floor and cried.

Her mother, kneeled down and comforted her, “I’m not disappointed at all and you could never do that.”

Heather sniffled, “Why are you here?”

“Well, your husband came home earlier and saw you sound asleep. He had to get back to work and so he called me to see if I could come and watch you,” Jocelyn responded.

Panic and mortification set in again and she sobbed louder. “Oh god, Jack probably thinks I’m a total freak and will leave me.”

“Enough of that nonsense, little one. If he thought that then he wouldn’t have called me to come look after you. He loves you. I am sure there are some things that he will want to discuss when he gets back this evening,” Jocelyn said. “Now, we have two options as I see it,” she continued.

Heather looked up confused, “What?”

“Well you can change out of these clothes and we pretend like this never happened or you let mommy take care of you,” Jocelyn offered.

Heather’s mouth was agape. She struggled to find any words.

“Before you answer, I want you to know, that you shouldn’t be embarrassed at all. I am happy to have my little girl back, but should you decline this, I won’t offer this again. So what will it be sweetheart?” Jocelyn asked.

Heather didn’t know how to respond. She was confused and scared, but the prospect of being looked after seemed too good to be true. She popped her thumb in her mouth, closed her eyes and let her bladder go.

Jocelyn watched as her daughter’s diaper started to sag on her hips, “Well I guess we need to go change my baby’s diaper?”

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Chapter 20

            Brian awoke with a sopping wet diaper. He started to cry wanting out of the crib. He soon heard the door open as both women walked in. He immediately noticed that both of them were wearing nightgowns. Why would Samantha be wearing one of mommy’s nightgowns? But he was more concerned about his soggy diaper. “Oh mommy is here,” Rebecca cooed. “Let’s get you changed out of that icky diaper.”

            He laid on the changing table sucking his thumb while she cleaned him up. She decided to leave him in just his diaper for the afternoon. “Me no nakey,” he exclaimed indignantly.

            “Babies don’t mind at all. Besides, that way mommy can tell when you need changing. Now let’s go snuggle. Mommy and Auntie need to talk to you about something.”

            The three walked out into the living room. They sat down on the couch and Rebecca sat him on her lap. “Mommy thinks you can be a big boy for a few minutes.” Brian felt his grown-up mind in control again. “First off, I want you to know that mommy loves you with all of her heart. I am so happy to be your mommy. Mommy would never leave you. Mommy knows that you love being a baby. But,” she paused. Brian felt apprehensive.

            “But mommy knows that its hard for you to be a big boy now. I need you to know that you cannot be both my baby and my husband. That isn’t fair to mommy.”

            Brian grew upset and tears began to flow. He got off of her lap and cried out, “I’m not a baby, I’m not a baby. I can go back to being your husband. We can forget all of this and go back to how it was. Please!”

            “Brian, please don’t be like this. I’m not mad or angry at you, but I think you know deep down that you don’t want to go back to being a big boy. You are happier as mommy’s baby. Brian this isn’t up to you anymore.

            Brian sobbed, “Please let me try being a big boy.” He dropped to his knees begging for her to hear his plea. He felt his bladder release and he peed his diaper.

            “Brian, look at me. What did you just do in your diaper? Big boys don’t pee themselves. You aren’t a big boy. I want you to repeat after me. I am just a baby.” she instructed. He looked down at his swollen diaper. She was absolutely right and he was always going to be her baby. “I’m a baby,” he repeated over and over again.

            Something clicked in his brain and he knew exactly who and what he was. He was a baby and she was his mommy. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and decided to show her just how much of a baby he was. With a grunt, he filled the back of his diaper, “Me went poopy mommy.”

            “Mommy is so proud of you,” Rebecca said. “There is one more thing you need to know. Auntie Samantha is going to move in with us and help take care of you. I want you to also start calling her mommy.”

            Brian was shocked, but knew his old life was over. This was his new world. His only response was that he wanted to nurse. Rebecca placed him laid him on her lap and he started to suckle. He tasted a few drops of milk. As he quietly nursed, Rebecca knew that he would never again object to being a baby again. Maybe it was the effects of the file she had played or maybe his deep-seated desires had completely taken over. Whatever the case, his transformation was complete.

 

The End

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Chapter 19

Rebecca poured them each a glass of wine. “You are really a pro at this Samantha,” Rebecca said.

“Well I did a lot of babysitting in high school and college. I almost pursued early education as a career, but clearly didn’t work out that way,” Samantha responded. There was something about Samantha that put Rebecca at ease. Although they had never spent much time together and never just the two of them, she felt as if she had known her for years.

“Can I be candid with you Samantha?” Rebecca asked.

“Of course,” she replied.

“I love Brian to pieces. He is my world. I am so happy that I am able to be is mommy. But…” Rebecca froze.

“But what?” Samantha implored.

“Well this last week has been a whirlwind. A week ago, I knew my husband as a strong, confident man and now I am changing his diapers. I’m not sure I can ever see him the same again. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want things to go back to the way they were, but I’m not sure if I will ever see him as my husband anymore. Does that make any sense? Am I being selfish?” Rebecca asked looking for guidance.

“You are not being selfish at all. You have needs too. I think what you have done for Brian is amazing. I admire the sacrifice you have made to give him this, but don’t bury your own needs. Brian chose to be a baby, but he will need to realize that he is no longer your husband. You are his mommy from here on out and he will need to accept that. It may be hard on him, but I have seen how quickly he has transformed into a baby. You never know, one day you might want another partner to help look after him,” Samantha said with a smile.

“Another partner?” Rebecca asked. “I hadn’t even thought of that.

Samantha gave a devious grin and twirled her finger around a strand of hair, “I don’t know. Maybe he needs two mommies?”

Rebecca was stunned. Was Samantha suggesting what she thought she was? She had always been attracted to other women, but never given any thought to the idea of dating a woman. “I, I don’t know,” she mumbled. Samantha leaned over top of her and kissed her lips. Rebecca sat frozen for a moment, but she capitulated to Samantha’s advance and returned the kiss.

Samantha gave her a wry smile, “Well we could discuss the idea more in the bedroom if you like?’

Rebecca’s heart pounded. She had butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t know if she should be doing this. What about Brian? He might be crushed, but then again, she Samantha was right. She had needs too. Rebecca got up and ran into the bedroom. Samantha stood before her completely naked and all of her hesitation vanished. The two collapsed into the bed.

Rebecca, flushed with excitement, whispered into Samantha’s ear, “I need you at my breasts.”

“With pleasure!” Samantha replied. Samantha aggressively sucked at her breasts and started to taste something sweet. She smiled and looked up at Rebecca, “I think your milk is starting to come in.” She went back to sucking her nipples. Rebecca arched her back with pleasure. Samantha kissed Rebecca’s stomach and then down to her pelvis. She soon had Rebecca in ecstasy. “I want you to be his second mommy,” she exclaimed as she came.

“I was hoping you would say that,” Samantha said. The two kissed and held each other while Brian slept, completely unaware of what was happening in the room over.

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Chapter 18

            Brian almost sprinted to his car, he was so excited. He raced home and ran into the house. He was like the kid jumping out of his skin to see what Santa brought on Christmas morning. “Mommy, I’m home!” he shouted. Rebecca hurried to meet him before he went any further into the house.

            “Are you ready for your surprise, little one?” she asked.

            “YES! I can’t wait any longer,” he said excitedly.

            “I know baby, but we have to do one thing first,” she explained as she grabbed his hand. Brian let out an exasperated sigh and stomped his foot in indignance. Her smile changed to a motherly glare in an instance, “You better change that attitude right now or you will have a sore bottom. Do you understand me?” Brian nodded. “Alright,” she said as the warmth returned to her voice. She grabbed his hand and took him to the bedroom. She stripped him out of his work clothes and checked his diaper. “All dry,” she proclaimed.  She fastened a pacifier to his onesie. “Alright its time. Are you ready?”

            “Yes!” he answered.

            “Are you sure you are sure?” she teased him. “Ok, I need you to close your eyes real tight,” she instructed. She grabbed his hand and exited the bedroom.

            “Where are we going mommy?” he asked impatiently.

            “I can’t tell you that,” she snickered. She opened the door to the nursery and guided him to the center of the room. “Ok, you can open your eyes now!”

            Brian opened his eyes. He was totally flabbergasted at the sight that beheld him. He couldn’t speak he was in such shock. He had never anticipated something like this. The nursery was painted in a soft blue. He saw his name stenciled on the wall, over the adult sized crib. Samantha showed him his changing table and his playpen filled with toys. There was a loveseat in the corner where she could nurse him. She took him to the closet filled with outfits and all of his diapers. Brian still couldn’t process it all. He was excited, but scared simultaneously.

            She led him back over to the crib to show him the stuffed polar bear. “I hope you liked this,” she said as she handed it to him.  Brian accepted it and squeezed it tight. Tears started to form in his eyes. He was so overcome with emotions that he didn’t know how to respond.

            Rebecca had anticipated that this would overwhelm him. She took his hand and squeezed it tight, “Brian, a week ago you agreed to be my baby. You have done such an amazing job this week. I know its been scary. But I know even when you are feeling more babyish, it can still be hard to quiet those big boy thoughts. I want you to be able to truly let go and to feel and act just like a little baby.” She saw the confusion in Brian’s face and paused. “Mommy thinks that you will use your diaper just like a baby, even when you need to go poopy.”

            “Ok, I know that I have gotten used to wetting, but I have never once messed myself. This is going to far.” But then he felt a rumble in his belly. Brian’s mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. He felt like he was supposed to do something when he felt the urge to go, but all that popped into his mind was his diaper. He wore his diapers because he wet and messed them like a little baby. That was perfectly natural. He lurched forward and his thumb found his mouth as he filled his diaper. His bladder cut loose causing his diaper to sag in his onesie.

            “What was that baby, you have never messed yourself?” she laughed, pleased at what she had just witnessed. “Mommy will get you changed soon.”

            Brian started to whine, “Please, can you change me now?”

            “Oh baby, you better get used to being in a full diaper. You will get changed when mommy thinks it is time.” Rebecca walked over to the love seat and sat down. “Why don’t you come here and you can have mommy’s booby. Would you like that?”

            Although Brian was upset, he couldn’t pass up being at her breast. He started to walk over, when Rebecca spoke again, “Mommy thinks you aren’t old enough to walk yet sweetie.”

            Brian stopped in his tracks. His legs felt wobbly. He tried to take one step forward, but he plopped down onto his butt, spreading the mess around his diaper. “Can you try crawling over to mommy?” she asked. Brian found that much easier as he scooted over to love seat. He put his hands on the couch to steady himself as she helped him get up. Brian watched with great eagerness as she removed her shirt and opened her nursing bra. Brian closed his eyes and started to suckle. “It won’t be long before mommy is able to make real milk for you sweetheart.”

            Brian felt safe and secure at her breast. Rebecca whispered into his ear, “Brian, mommy has one more surprise for you.” Brian broke his latch and looked up at her. “Mommy thinks you are just a baby and all of your big boy thoughts and feelings will go bye-bye for awhile.”

            It felt as if a drain was being unplugged in his brain. All of the things he learned were all leaving him. He was losing all of his words. Numbers were becoming meaningless. He stared up at Rebecca. He tried to say her name, “Webe, Weee-bek.”

            “Oh sweetheart, I am your mommy. Can you say that?” Brian tried, but all that came out was ma-ma. “That was so good baby,” giving him a big smile.

            Although his adult mind was draining from him, he was gaining other feelings. He felt the squishiness of his diaper. He saw the colors of the room and the toys in his playpen.

            “Ma-ma,” he chortled. Rebecca pulled him back to her breast, as her baby once again nursed. After a few minutes, she lifted him up. Brian immediately started to wail, just like an infant. She put his pacifier in his mouth. She summoned all of her strength to pick him up and carried him the few steps to the changing table. She undid his onesie and surveyed the messy diaper. “My, my you are a stinky baby, but mommy doesn’t mind.” She cleaned him up and rediapered him. She knew carrying him all over the place was unrealistic and so she whispered to him, “Mommy thinks you can walk if you hold her hand.”

            She helped him down from the table and led him over to the playpen. She opened up the gate to it and ushered him, closing it behind him. He plopped down and started to crawl around. He started to explore all of the toys, even putting some in his mouth. Rebecca smiled, “Ok, mommy will be right back with your dinner.”

            She returned with two bottles of formula. She released the side rail of the crib and positioned a pillow to lean back on. She brought Brian over and got him into the crib. She laid a pillow over her lap and brought him over to feed him. Brian mewled as he drank the formula. After he finished the second bottle. She laid him down with his pacifier. She went to the closet to pick out a footed sleeper. She got him dressed for bed and laid him back down. She kissed him on his forehead and raised the railing back into place. “You have had a long day and my baby needs his sleep.” She cranked the mobile over his crib and turned on the baby monitor. She crept towards the door, turning on nightlight as she closed the door. Brian suckled on his pacifier and stared at the mobile overhead. The sun was just going down, but Brian let out a big yawn and closed his eyes.

            Rebecca went to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. She pulled out her phone and texted Samantha:

            Well I made him a complete baby tonight. I just laid him down in his crib.

            Samantha: Oh he must look adorable in it.

            Rebecca: Oh he really did. Hey, would you like to come over tomorrow?

            Samantha: I would love to.

Rebecca sipped her wine. She couldn’t believe how well the hypnosis training had worked. She knew she would have to continue making him listen to it, but he was completely under her control....

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Chapter 17

            Friday dawned bright and clear. Rebecca was so excited that she could barely sleep. Today was the big reveal. Brian’s training over the week was better than she could have ever anticipated, but she couldn’t have done it without Samantha’s help. She kept regressed just enough throughout the day that Brian was growing more and more comfortable when he was little. He grew more accustomed to freely wetting his diaper both at home and at work. But Rebecca was most curious to see how powerful the hypnotic training had been. Time would tell.

            Brian snuggled over to her expecting to nurse. This had become part of their morning routine. As he nursed, she tried to imagine how well he would transition to sleeping in his crib. All week she had debated whether or not he would sleep in his nursery permanently or just on occasion, but as the week progressed, she started seeing him differently. She saw him less and less as her husband, but as her baby. Although, he nursed from her daily, her sexual desire for him diminished. This was not to say that she loved him any less, but the relationship was transforming.

            After a few minutes, she got him off into the shower. While he cleaned up, she prepared him a bottle. He seemed so peaceful and content while he drank his bottle and she got him diapered and dressed. As it neared the time for him to leave, she broke the news, “When you get home sweetie, mommy has a big surprise for you.” Like the inpatient toddler he was becoming, he pleaded with her to tell him what it was, but she refused to budge. “Alright off you go, you will know the surprise soon enough. Know be good for Samantha.” She kissed his cheek, “Mommy loves you. “

            As Brian drove to work, he noticed that he felt different this morning. The apprehension and anxiety that plagued him every morning seemed to have dissipate. For the first time, he felt truly comfortable wearing his diapers while not regressed. Although it was scary how easily he could be regressed, he was starting to be at peace with it. He knew that he would be taken care of.

            He arrived at his building and casually strolled to his office. He sat down and reveled in the thickness of his diaper. Maybe more people would understand if they just gave it a try. Very soon, Samantha made her presence known came in. “Good morning baby,” she said in a chipper mood.

            “Hi auntie,” he replied with an equally cheerful tone.

            “Well, aren’t you in a good mood this morning?” she enquired.

            Brian eagerly nodded, “Mmmmmhmmm, mommy told me she has a big surprise for me tonight.”

            Samantha feigned surprise. She and Rebecca had daily check ins, so she knew what was in store. “Is that so, that sounds super exciting. Now I looked at your schedule and you don’t have any meetings today. A lot of people took a long weekend, so the office is pretty quiet today. So I was thinking that since you will be in here all day, that it would be easier if you were just in your onesie and diaper. That way I can see if you need changing.”

            Brian started to object, but then decided against it. He popped his thumb into his mouth and relaxed his bladder. Samantha could see that he was peeing right in front of her and just smiled, “Are you going potty in your diaper silly boy?” Brian just nodded. She reached into his work bag which Rebecca had transformed into his daily diaper bag. She pulled out his sippy cup and got him some juice. She handed it to him as she called him over to stand in front of her. She took off his clothes, leaving him with only his onesie and saggy diaper. She unsnapped it to inspect the state of his diaper. She was content that he could go a little while longer before she changed him. She reached into his bag again and pulled out his pacifier which she clipped to his onesie.

            The hours seemed to tick by so slowly. He was so excited for his surprise that he could hardly focus. By lunchtime, he had wet two more times and his diaper was about to burst. Samantha came into to check on him. “Come show me your diaper, sweetie.” He walked from around the desk and stood in front of her. His diaper was so full that if he hadn’t been wearing his onesie, it might have fallen right off of him. “Oh baby, you are absolutely soaked.” She laid him on the couch and got him changed. As he sat up, she told him to stay there and that she would be right back.

            She returned holding a bottle of milk. “Why do you have a bottle, I have my sippy cup,’ Brian asked looking confused.

            “Oh now you think you are big boy?” she chuckled. “I see a little baby who didn’t ask his auntie to use the potty. Sooo I think that makes you just a little baby, huh?” she teased. She patted her lap, inviting him to lay his dead while she gave him his bottle. Brian capitulated without much fuss and laid down on her lap.

            Brian looked at Samantha’s smiling face as he nursed the bottle. Her fingers ran through his hair and she started to softly hum. He felt so little, so vulnerable, but so peaceful too. He felt a trickle of milk run down the side of his mouth. With his belly full of milk, he became drowsy, and his eyes grew heavy. He felt the familiar twinge in his bladder and let go without a moment’s hesitation. When he had finished his bottle, Samantha told him to lay on the couch so that he could take a short nap. He was out soon as his head touched the cushion. Samantha grabbed his pacifier and brushed his lips with it. His eyes fluttered open for a second as he opened his mouth. Samantha stood over him for a moment and smiled. She turned off the light and quietly closed the door. As she went back to her desk, a coworker asked why she had exited Brian’s office so gingerly. “Oh, Mr. Sullivan has a bit of migraine and I suggested that he lay down for a bit,” she said, hoping they bought it. Satisfied with the answer, he walked on about is business.

            Forty-five minutes later, Samantha gently rubbed his back and woke him up. “Lets check that diaper before we get back to work. Oh my goodness, you are wet,” she remarked. Brian remembered being fed the bottle, but couldn’t recall wetting himself, “I, I don’t even remember peeing,” he said with panic creeping back into his voice.

            “Hey, its not big deal. That’s why you have your diapers. There is nothing for you to worry about. Enjoy the fact that you don’t even have to think about the potty,” she replied. “Now lets get a little more work done and then it will be time for you to go see your big surprise,” she said cheerfully. The mention of his surprise perked him up and his worry instantly subsided.

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Chapter 16

Progress was coming along nicely in the nursery. So far, Rebecca had successfully kept him from seeing the room’s transformation. She was confident that it would be ready for the big reveal on Friday. Brian also seemed to progressing with the hypnotic conditioning. She planned on really testing his suggestibility after she showed him his new nursery.

She wondered how Brian was faring at work. I wonder if Samantha has revealed our conversation yet. Speak of the devil. Her phone buzzed with a text from Samantha:

            Good morning. I wanted you to know that your baby boy soaked his diapers right in front of me. You have done such an amazing job regressing him.

            Rebecca: Oh I am so happy. I can’t thank you enough for your help. I feel so much better that he has someone to watch over him at work.

            Samantha: It’s really no problem. He is just precious when he is little. You must let me babysit him at home sometime.

            Rebecca: I think that can be arranged.

            Samantha: I never in my wildest dreams imagined changing a grown man’s diapers. But now that I have, I think if I ever get a man of my own, he will have to return to diapers.

Rebecca smiled. Not only had she gotten her baby, but it seems that a new friendship was budding.

After Samantha changed his diaper, Brian knew that she was never again going to view him as her boss, but he hoped she would at least pretend for appearance’s sake. She filled up his sippy cup with apple juice and set it on his desk. “Ok sweet boy, its time to be a big boy for a while and get some work done. I will check on you later. And remember its ok to use your diaper, but just come get me if you want to try and use the potty,” she said much like a mother to a toddler.

Brian blushed again at the mention of his diapers. She left the office and closed the door behind her. How on earth could he possibly focus? He realized he was still sucking on the pacifier and he quickly removed it. If these two women could regress him with such ease at any moment, was he now permanently bound to diapers. He had fantasized so many times about being reduced to a helpless baby. Now that it was happening and he questioned if this is what he wanted. But he feared it was too late. He was going to have to accept and trust that they would keep him safe.

He tried to act like everything was normal. Now that he was alone, his adult clarity started to return. He needed to start brainstorming how to market this new Babies R Us line. Brian always liked to sketch out ideas by hand whenever he was brainstorming. He even kept a whiteboard in his office for this very purpose. He went up to the board. His mind was blank. How could he ever have a mother’s perspective? He looked down at the sippy cup sitting on his desk. He brought it too his mouth and tasted the sweet juice. Maybe he couldn’t tap into the perspective of a mother, but he knew what it felt like to be a baby. Maybe not entirely, but then again, he was in a very thick diaper. He closed his eyes and tried to recall the feelings he had when his mommy was in control. In those moments, he didn’t think in words, but feelings and sensations. He opened the cap to the marker and started scribbling the feelings he experienced with his mommy: warmth, safety, trust, love, giggly. He kept scribbling across the board: cold, wet, hungry, scared, small, full, peaceful. He stared at the words he had scrawled out. He keyed in one word in particular: trust. He grabbed a red marker and drew a big circle around it.

Trust could be a nebulous word. It gets tossed around so much that it sometimes lost meaning. But with his recent experiences, it took on new meaning for him. When he was wet, he had to trust that his mommy would change him. When he felt scared, he had to trust that she would keep him safe. He thought about the night that this all started. By him agreeing to be her baby, he was entrusting her with his greatest vulnerability. Obviously, babies aren’t able to articulate what they are feeling, but who would know better as to what a baby was feeling: mothers. He still had a long way to go, but this exercise was getting the wheels turning.

Brian was so consumed with his work, he didn’t realize that half the morning had elapsed. He was so happy that he had been able to regain that focus. It gave him a glimmer of comfort that maybe he still in control of some things. Maybe he could be both a big boy and a baby. But then a rumble in his belly snatched his attention. He hadn’t had a bowel movement since Saturday. Perhaps his anxiety and nerves had bound him up. When he had played in diapers before this all began, he had never messed himself. It was one thing to wet, but he wasn’t willing to do that. He felt nervous about having to ask Samantha to go potty. He could just use his diaper, but having her change a messy diaper might be even more embarrassing. He looked back at the board. Trust. He had to put it to the test and trust that Samantha meant everything she said to him.

He peaked his head out the door, “Umm, can I see you for a moment?”

“Of course,” she smiled.

Inside the office, Brian started to have second thoughts about asking, but then another rumble in his belly made him find the courage to ask. “Ummm, I need to use the potty… I mean the restroom.”“Oh! Ok. Let me help you,” she was actually surprised that he came and asked. Brian started to unbutton his shirt. She playfully slapped his hand, “Uh uh uh baby, let me do that,” she chided him. After removing his shirt and pants, she pulled his onesie over his head, “Lay on the couch for me.” She undid the tapes of his diaper and set it aside. Fortunately, these diapers were refastenable. She then went through the trouble of redressing him. “Alright, I think you look acceptable to walk through the office. You don’t have any big boy undies, but I think you will be ok for a few minutes. When you get back, I will get you back in your diaper,” she said.

            “Thank you,” Brian said timidly.

            “Thank you what,” she said with one eye-brow raised.

            “Umm… thank you Auntie Samantha,” he said like a child that had just be scolded.

            She patted his bottom, “Off you go.”

After a few minutes he returned. Although he still struggled with his embarrassment, Samantha was helping him feel more at ease. Back in the office, she had Brian undressed once again. The haze of regression swept over him again as he stood before her in nothing but his birthday suit. His thumb made it to his mouth. “Lay down baby,” she cooed. She pulled out some wipes and proceeded to clean his bottom.

“But Aunfie Samanfa, I wiped myself after I went potty,” he said with his thumb still ensconced in his mouth.

“I know sweetie, but I just wanted to make sure that you are all clean,” she responded.

She rediapered him and got him dressed again. When he was finished, he started to “grow up.” He pulled his thumb from his mouth and blushed.

She placed her hand on his arm, “Brian what did I tell you. There is no need to feel embarrassed. Do you think if I was judging you that I would be standing here? I want you to feel comfortable to act as little as you want around me. Ok?”

“I know, its just hard. And if it makes you feel any better, I still get really nervous with mommy too,” he said not even realizing that he said mommy instead of Rebecca. “Its hard and scary, but I want you to know that I am really thankful that you are here to help me. It really helps to know I am not alone. To be honest, I felt really scared yesterday, especially when I had my accident.”

“I have to imagine that must have felt really scary and lonely. You aren’t alone Brian. You can count on me anytime,” she said. Brian felt a tear run down his check. He felt like he had cried so much over the past few days. “Oh sweetheart, there isn’t any reason to cry,” she said as she pulled him in for a hug. “You are such sweet boy and you are just too cute in your diaper. I could just eat you up,” she snickered and started tickling him. Brian’s tears turned to giggles. “Now I don’t want to hear anymore about feeling embarrassed, whether its around me or even around your mommy. We both want you to be a happy baby. Now let’s try to get a little more work done before I take you out to lunch, my treat,” she smiled.

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Chapter 15

            The morning alarm signaled the beginning of a new day. Brian nestled into his wife’s chest. Without uttering a word, she lifted her nightgown and guided him to her breast. When he was at her breast, he was at peace. There was no fear or anxiety, just the loving affection of his mommy. In those moments he truly saw himself as a baby. Without a second thought, he released his full bladder into his diaper. Rebecca felt the growing warmth emanating from his diaper and kissed his forehead, “That’s my good boy.” After a few more minutes together, the two arose to get the day started. She stripped off his soaking wet diaper and sent him to take a shower. The shower always seemed to reawaken his adult mind, but he knew Rebecca wouldn’t let that last long. He still struggled with his embarrassment and lack of control. He was amazed at how easily he wet himself. If he concentrated hard enough he felt he could hold it, but it felt that he vacillated back and forth between adult and baby. He could go from grown man to little boy in a moment’s time. It was growing harder and harder to prevent his baby persona from coming out.

            After his shower, he went back into the bedroom so that his wife could get him dressed. It didn’t even cross his mind that this was something he could do himself. He just accepted that she would help him do it. As he laid down, he popped his thumb in his mouth, but then he noticed that Rebecca had pulled out a thick diaper. What about his pull-ups. Everyone at work would surely notice a thick, crinkly diaper. “Mommy, please don’t put that on me,” Brian pleaded.

            “Did you forget how wet you were when you got home last night. You told me that you wet yourself twice yesterday. Mommy understands how hard it is sometimes to make it to the potty and this way you are protected. We will wear dark pants today to make it less noticeable. But I no one will even notice,” she calmy explained to him.

            “But what if the bigger boys make fun of me,” Brian said without realizing what came out of his mouth. He had just referred to his colleagues as the “bigger boys.”

            “Mommy knows best, doesn’t she and mommy thinks you are better off in a diaper. I will make sure to send extras with you, just in case,” Rebecca said as she finished taping him up. Brian felt defeated and said no more on the matter. She finished getting him dressed and got him his breakfast. As he was about to leave, she gave him a big hug, “Now I want you to pretend really hard that you are a big boy at work, but you will be mommy’s baby when you get home.” Brian was about to walk out when she said one more thing, “Oh and please don’t make any fuss for Ms. Carson. Be a good boy. Have a good day sweetie.” She ushered him out the door with his bag. Brian got in his car, bewildered by what she had just said.

            Brian arrived at work and raced to his office. He was in such shock when he left, he didn’t even to look at what was in his bag. He took a deep breath and unzipped it. If anyone didn’t know this was for an adult, they would have been convinced it was a diaper bag. There were several extra diapers, wipes and even an extra onesie. But then he noticed that she even packed a sippy cup with a sticky note attached: I didn’t want my baby to spill on his big boy clothes. Love you.

            He could feel the thickness of his diaper between his legs and with every move, he heard the distinct crinkle. It sounded deafening to him and he was absolutely sure that someone was going to notice. Brian tried to regain his composure as he whispered to himself over and over, “You are a big boy, you are a big boy.” A knock at the door broke his mantra. He fumbled with the zipper of his bag as he tried to close it up and put it out of view. “Umm, yes who is it?” he called.

            “It’s Samantha, may I come in?” she asked.

            He cleared his throat and attempted to make his voice sound deeper, “Of course.”

            “Good morning, sir. I wanted to see if we could take for a just a moment about yesterday,” she inquired.

            Brian nervously looked around the room, purposefully avoiding her gaze. Rebecca’s words echoed through his head and he tried to drown it out, “No, I don’t think that will be necessary. I was a bit under the weather yesterday, but I assure you I am much better today. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

            Samantha looked genuinely hurt, “Very well then, if there is nothing you need at the moment, I will head back to my desk.”

            She closed the door. Brian immediately felt remorse for his tone. He got up and paced the room. How can I possibly explain what’s going on with me? She obviously knows something. Do I tell her that I am having a health issue to explain wetting my pants yesterday, but what about the pacifier? God this is so hard. Then again she did say no judgement. Whatever I say, I need to apologize.

            Brian leaned his head out the door, “Samantha, can we talk for a moment.”

            She entered the room and he closed it behind her. He gestured for her to take a seat on the loveseat. He leaned on the corner of his desk and took a deep breath, “I owe you an apology. I was sharp with you and you didn’t deserve that. I am going through something right now that’s really hard to explain. I’m sure finding the pacifier and seeing my wet pants prompted many questions for you. I’m way too embarrassed to get into it, but this personal matter is why I’m off and probably acting strange. I don’t want you to think less of me or think me weird for what you witnessed yesterday. Please accept my sincerest apologies.”

            Samantha nodded her and stood up. Brian looked down, thinking that she was about to depart, but instead she began to speak. “Brian, as I told you yesterday, I think you are a good man and have always been so kind to me. What I wanted to tell you this morning was that I know what’s going on and you needn’t worry about it with me. In fact, I am going to help you here at work.”

            Brian’s jaw dropped, “Wha…what are you talking about? What do you know?” He wanted to be anywhere but here. “I don’t understand,” he mumbled.

            Samantha took his hand and smiled, “There is nothing to worry about sweetheart. I know that while you are here, you need someone to help keep an eye on you.”

            The soft tone of her voice and the feeling of his hand in hers stirred his infantile thoughts. Not here, not now he had to fight it and maintain control. But it was growing harder. He let go of his bladder and soaked his diaper with Samantha right in front of him. His cheeks burned and his voice failed him.

            “It’s ok baby boy. I know you didn’t have anyone to change you yesterday, but you won’t have to worry about that at all today. You just went potty in your diaper, didn’t you?” Brian couldn’t find the words, but simply hung his head in shame. Tears started flowing down his cheeks. Samantha led him over to the couch and proceeded to take off his clothing. Brian felt too regressed to disobey her.

            “I don’t want you to cry all over your big boy clothes. It’s all going to be ok. I did a lot of babysitting in high school and college and I just adore little ones, even big ones like you,” she giggled. After he was stripped down to just his onesie and his diaper, Samantha grabbed his bag, “Lets see what we have in here. Oh we are going to need a new diaper. Oh and here is your pacifier.” She plopped it in his mouth and he felt the soothing comfort as he suckled.

            “I know this is all coming as a big shock to you, but I promise you, I won’t let anything bad happen to you while you are here. I know it’s scary to use your diapers at work, so if you have to go potty, you come tell Auntie Samantha and I will take your diaper off for you and let you go to the bathroom. But, it’s totally ok with me if you use your diapers. I will change you, baby  And do worry, I will be there to help when you need to be a big boy. Now, I think you need some snuggles for a few minutes before I get you changed.” Brian curled up next to her on the couch and let her coddle him.

            “I know you are wondering how I know all of this.” Brian looked up at her and nodded. “Well your mommy texted me last night. And when she told me how she was turning you into a little baby, I couldn’t resist helping her.” Brian closed his eyes. He had lost control of everything in his life. Now he had two women regressing him and there was nothing he could to stop it. He felt his diaper warm again and wondered what was going to be in store for him next.