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this is my fav. story and as far as I no it is no longer avaible on the web the site I found it is no longer up and had no auther so Mind Mistress who ever you are thank you

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Shelagh - The Mind Mistress

It wasn't until 1979 that I really had a chance to re-experience the

joys of actually becoming a baby, and feeling and acting like a "real

baby", due to hypnosis.

I early '79 I was working in New York, and came across an ad

for a dominatrix named Shelagh. I'd heard about her from some friends in

England, and in the mid-West, but never really seen her. Since I had

finished my contract with the bank, and had lots of cash in the bank to

last me to my next contract in 6 months, I figured what the heck, and

decided to take off and move to upper New York state, near where she was

working from. I had a friend who had a spare bedroom in his apartment and

knew about my baby fetish. He was a TV and didn't dissapprove, but his

girlfriend thought it was strange I'd want to wear diapers and be treated

like a baby.

One Friday evening, a friend and I were invited to a private club, in

upper NY, which was usually pretty wild, and featured some unusual

entertainment. I'd heard Shelagh was to be there with a couple of her

"love slaves".

Her billing claimed she used hypnosis to turn them into mindless,

helpless slaves, bent to her will.

With my experience, I knew this to be so much bunk, but was curious.

Sean and I were invited by his girlfriend, and I had a blind date, who

didn't show up. [Maybe she wasn't that blind, eh.]

After a few wild strips, and a disgusting act, Shelagh was announced.

She came on and explained that she was a hypnotist, and what hypnosis

was about, then asked for volunteers.

This was a small, exlusive club, so there were only about 65 of us in

the room, but eventually, she got 15 people on stage, 11 men and 4

women. After about 15 minutes, she let all but 5 men and 2 women leave

the stage, then spoke to the remaining 7 for a few minutes.

After a bit, she began having her subjects perfrom for her and the

audience, and I could tell 2 of the men and 1 woman were excellent

hypnotic subjects, by the way they accepted her suggestions and carried

them out.

Finally, the finale had the two women giving each of the guys a blowjob,

with one guy being told to hold off until Shelagh said "Come and get

it", which he did to the frustration of the women. Then he had the guy

eat each of the women until they were multiorgasmic, due to her

suggestions, and just kept coming like there was no more tomorrow, and

with each orgasm they became more and more willing to do Shelagh's

bidding.

After a while she told the 3 to sleep, and they did, then she had two

guys come out of the audience in response to her command. I could tell

they had been hypnotized by her before by their responses to her

suggestions, and soon, she had 5 highly hypnotizable people on stage in

deep hypnosis.

She ran the gamut, having the 3 guys in a daisy chain, then the 3 girls,

then all 5, and finally all 5 sat on the stage and diddled themself to

mind bending climaxes, with each climax putting them further under her

hypnotic control.

As they were coming, she began saying:

"look at you, you're all bad boys and girls playing with yourselves like

that. In fact I think you're all just greedy little babies, looking only

for pleasure.

Let's get you dressed more appropriately, as the babies you are."

With that, her assistant diapered all 5, putting baby dresses on the 2

girls and 1 of the guys, and diaper tops on the other 2 guys.

Shelagh explained that as they drained their bottles, they would regress

to act and feel like babies again, and would use their diapers, cry, and

generally act like little babies. The diapers had been soaked in Litmus

so that when they wet, it would change color, and we could see them

wetting like babies.

Sure enough, in about 15 minutes 3 of them had wet their diapers, and we

could see the soft yellow staining from the Litmus and urine.

She had all 5 play around on the stage like babies for about 1/2 an hour,

then sent them all back into the audience feeling and acting like 2 to 3

year olds, still in fresh diapers. Whenever one of them wet, they would

start crying until their mate or whoever they were with changed them, gave

them another bottle of water or juice and settled them down.

It was quite hilarious.

At the end of the show, I went backstage to see and talk to her, and heard

her say "Thanks for coming tonite. You guys were great. Here's the $50.00 I

promised. It should keep you in diapers 'til next week."

So, I figured, "She's using shills or plants. What a fake."

The next night, I was invited back by the girl who'd stood me up.

Sure enough, the two guys were in the audience and came up on stage on cue.

This night she only had one girl in diapers, but the act was pretty much

the same.

I started yelling, "Fake. These guys are plants. They're just acting."

Shelagh handled it quite well, explaining, yes they'd been here last night,

and with her in other shows, but they were just good subjects. She often

would ask local people she'd worked with before to come to a show, in case

no one in the audience was willing to come up, or those that were were not

good subjects for a "really good show".

The audience was appeased, but I wasn't.

I went backstage after the show, and she nearly took my head off. "Who the

hell are you you little shit. Trying to ruin my show like that. I oughtta

get you up there in diapers."

I explained who I was, and why I'd said what I had, and explained my

experience professionally with hypnosis and parapsychology.

We left and had a few drinks after [my date went with a girlfriend. She

wasn't blind afterall]. She told me she'd been trained in europe and had

university and post-graduate study in parapsychology, specializing in

hypnotherapy, hypnosis research and some "brain-washing" studies sponsored

by her government.

When the communists started taking control in her country, she decide to

get out and wound up in the states. The states wouldn't recognize her

studies and insisted she take additional courses to practise in the USA, so

she decided to go professional as a stage hypnotist. She also began

practising as a dominatrix to support herself between shows, and to pay for

some of the courses she wanted to take.

She used hypnosis to enhance her subjects fantasies and domination

sessions.

The two fellows I'd seen were both domination subjects as well as excellent

hypnotic subjects, which was why she used them in her act. They were both

very submissive, and liked wearing diapers, so it was easy to get them in

diapers on stage, and have them act like babies.

I still figured she was a charlattan, and foolishly told her so. [i knew I

shouldn't have had that last rye.]

She issued a challenge.

Move in with her for 10 days and let her hypnotize me and see if she could

get me into diapers and using diapers like a baby. If not, then I'd have 10

days to work on her. It'd let us test our techniques and see who was best.

I agreed.

When I told my friend, he said "Are you nuts. She'll have you up on stage

next week, crawling around like those other guys in pissy diapers. She's no

fake Mike. She did me one night and had me blowing 3 guys on stage, then

the guy next to me at the table, and I'm not gay, I just like to wear

women's clothes. Nonetheless, I'd accepted the challenge, and wasn't

about to back down.

Besides, I figured my experience with hypnosis, and especially my military

training would easily protect me, and then I'd have my turn at her.

The Contest Begins:

When I arrived at her home, I was quite impressed. It had a spacious living

room. Three large bedrooms, one of which was made up like a nursery, the

other was I guess her "dungeon" from the straps and mirrors and stuff, and

the other a regular bedroom. She said there was a fourth bedroom, that was

hers in the rear. She also had an impressive den, with hundreds of books on

hypnosis and books on various sexual practises mostly related to punishment

or domination type things.

We had lunch and agreed we'd have two sessions per day during the week and

three on the weekend. Once I wet my bed, I had to start wearing diapers at

bedtime. When [i said "if" ] I wet my pants, I had to start wearing diapers

during the day.

If I wet my bed more than 3 nights in a row, and my pants or day diapers

for more than 3 days, she would have won.

We had the first session that afternoon, and another that evening.

During the fifth session, I wet my pants during the session, but that

didn't count. That night, Wednesday, I wet my bed about 2:00 am., and

had to change the sheets. I woke up Thursday morning just as I

started to wet my bed again, and was so groggy I couldn't stop.

As I carried my wet bedding to the laundry Shelagh said "I guess it's night

diapers for you from now on, pissy pants."

I said something smart like "One night doesn't make me a baby. Let's face

it we had a few drinks last night, and I guess I forgot to go to the

bathroom before I went to bed."

That afternoon, we went shopping a huge mall for her to get some stuff she

said she'd need for her upcoming shows next month. She also picked up a

huge parcel from some place in Massachusets. It was very bulky, but didn't

weigh all that much as I carried it out for her.

On the way home, we got horribly caught in traffic, and I had to pee

something fierce. The two coffees and beer were really making themself

felt.

I asked her to pull over, but she said "Come on, we're less than 10 minutes

from our exit and then just 5 minutes to home. Surely you can wait that

long. Most 3 year olds could go 15 minutes."

I foolishly agreed. As we turned off the ramp, I couldn't hold it. I

flooded my pants, the seat and left a puddle on the floor. Shelagh

was so mad, she stopped the car 4 blocks from the house and made me

walk home in my wet khaki pants.

Friday morning, I woke up dry, thinking "Aha, that means we start counting

over for the 3 nights, and she's only got one more week to go."

That afternoon, we were fooling around, and she started tickling me on the

stomach, and I wet my pants before I made it to the bathroom.

Shelagh said "That's it. You pissed your pants in my car, and now you're

pissing on my expensive carpet. It's into day diapers for you now."

I started to argue, but she said something and I decided "What the hell.

Both times I'd wet my pants, any grown man would have done the same. On the

freeway, you can't just get out and she had had me pinned and tickling me."

Finally, the morning of the 11th day, I woke up just as I was wetting

my diapers. I must have really had to go, because by the time I was fully

awake, they were soaked.

"Ah well" I figured. That's only two nights and two daytime accidents

in the 10 days. Now it's my turn to turn Shelagh into my little slave

for a while. I already knew how I'd handle her, and 10 days was lots

of time for my revenge.

By the end of her training, she'd be calling every man she met "Sir"

or "Master" and wetting herself helplessly as she'd planned for me.

As I carried my bedding and wet diapers to the laundry, she said "My,

my. Wet the bed again, did we. What a pissy pants you've become."

I said "May be last night, but that's still not every night and all

day, like we agreed. Now it's my turn, and you'll learn a little more

respect for men."

"We'll see." was all she said.

After a good hearty breakfast, we settled in the living room to

discuss the past 10 days. She asked what I planned, since I seemed to

think I'd won, and after I told her she said "So you think you can

make me a little, pissy baby like you, AND a submissive little girl to

men do you. !! You really think you won the bet don't you ??

Well pissypants, just try and remember the past 10 days now !!!"

All of a sudden, it was like someone had turned on a light in a dark

room. The events of the past ten days came back crystal clear.

I'd wet my bed the third night, and wet my pants the next day. But not

only that, I'd wet my bed [or my night diapers I should say] every

night thereafter. And I'd wet my pants regularly since the first time,

until I accepted being put in diapers the fifth day.

In fact, the fifth day I'd messed in my diaper after lunch, and

started doing it regularly after breakfast or lunch each day since

then, and had had to have a messy diaper changed the last 3 nights.

Shelagh had removed the messy diaper liner last night after I messed

myself, but put the rest of the wet diapers back on me, so that when I

woke up in the morning I'd be soaked. She had been changing me at

least once a night since the fifth night, I was wetting so heavily. In

fact, she had started changing me around 7:30 am, and telling me to sleep

while she changed me and for about 15 minutes, so I would think I was

waking up dry, even though I'd been wetting like a little baby all night.

In just 5 days she'd had me wetting AND messing like a baby.

I was mortified, and actually started to cry. I couldn't believe it.

With all my knowledge and training, I'd still submitted completely to

her and become completely incontinent as a baby.

She explained later, that not only had she been well trained

in europe, she'd continued to study in the states at 2 universities,

despite her inability to get accredited here as a practitioner. At one

of the universities her professor asked her to take some special

tests, and as she'd suspected for a while she also had some telepathic

abilities.

She couldn't really read minds or transmit thoughts, but she could

project "mind pictures" to her hypnotized subjects, and often could

get mind pictures back from them when they were under hypnosis.

Oddly, this is not a strange phenomenom.

I've read about it in many intelligence articles, and studies and seen

it myself in europe. Usually, it is women who have this ability, but

some men can develop it if they are aware of it. Kind of gives a new

meaning to the phrase "woman's intuition" doesn't it.

After the third or fourth "session" she had been receiving pictures of

what I was trying to do to block her suggestions, and then planned to

turn this against me, by projecting them back to me, so I would

subconsciously begin following her verbal suggestions. During the

first session where she tried this, she was amazed at how quickly I

entered a deep trance state, and then began accepting her suggestions

readily. She told me to stop trying to resist and allow both her

images and words to take full effect as quickly as possible.

That night, I wet the bed, and the next day my pants. She knew she had

me hooked. She said it only took two more sessions for me to

completely give up voluntary control of my bladder and bowels, as she

sent me pictures of myself taking all my control and handing them to

her completely, then saw her throw them away. She'd also given me

suggestions to forget the session and incidents about wetting or

messing my pants and diapers until she said "Well pissypants.".

As I remembered this session, I did remember the scenario, and

remember thinking "Now I have no control at all. Even Shelagh threw it

away. Now I have to wear diapers because I have no more control than a

new baby" and as I wet my diaper it confirmed that I was helpless to

stop myself from now on.

At the same instant I was remembering this, I felt a warm wetness

spreading thru my crotch and realized I was wetting my pants. In my

smugness, I'd put on my regular underwear, not realizing I was

dependent on diapers for protection now.

Shelagh said "You little twerp, I forgot I'd blocked your memory of

what happened 'til this morning. For Christ's sake get up and put on a

diaper like the baby you've become."

I did as instructed, and came back with my diaper and plastic pants on

under my jeans. Shelagh told me to remove my jeans, and let her see me

in my cute new "underwear".

I didn't want her to see me in just a diaper, but as she insisted and

started talking sternly to me. I found myself standing up, pulling off

my jeans, and sitting crosslegged on the floor on a waterproof pad in

just a diaper, plastic pants and polo shirt.

She said "Get used to it sweetie. A lot more women are going to see

what a pissy pants baby you've become, when they have to change your

wet or messy diapers."

Shelagh and I talked for a while longer, and she explained exactly how

she'd managed to render me the way I was. She said that once she

figured out what I was up to, and corrected my foolish efforts, she

was surprised to learn I usually entered at a level 5 trance state,

then quickly seemed to progress to a level 6.

Without getting too technical, this meant I entered at a very deep

level of hypnosis, one where I would readily accept hypnotic and

posthypnotic suggestions, and then went even deeper into an almost

zombie like state, where I believed and agreed to almost anything

Shelagh said or told me. While I wouldn't go out and commit an axe

murder or something, or something completely against my deeply held

beliefs, my self image, awareness of who I was and what I was, was

completely vulnerable to her manipulation, and even my belief

structure was subject to being altered with repetition.

These are the techniques used in "brainwashing" or reprogramming,

something I'd had quite a lot of experience with, and thought I'd been

trained to easily resist.

I knew I was high on the hypnotizability scale, from past experience,

but was a little surprised at her estimate.

As we talked, Shelagh said she needed a research assistant and someone

to handle her bookings and appointments for her, especially since she

was becoming more in demand for "private" parties and such. She was

still going to take the next two or three weeks off, to catch up, but

would have to return to her shows soon.

Since I was between jobs, why didn't I take the job, and I could move

in with her to work out of her home. "Who knows, we may be able to

really let you live out your fantasies. I know about your 'hidden'

little secret to really be a big baby sometime. I could certainly help

you there."

As she said this, I remembered how we'd talked one night after a

session, and I'd openly admitted my baby desires to her.

Other than a very few close friends, most of whom were also adult babies,

or involved with us, I'd never told anyone about my hidden desire. I hadn't

even told Shelagh about it when we met or were talking about some of her

subjects the first night.

We continued to talk, and as she made her points, I was more than convinced

we could really have fun together. I would handle her bookings for "slave

sessions", and could watch if I chose to, and her professional stage

bookings. I would travel with her when we were out of town.

At other times, I could use her library to help her complete her research

to get into her PhD. program, and use whatever research I wanted for

myself. She'd also buy a good computer for me to "play" with and do any

research via modem I wanted, and let me write the stories and articles I'd

told her about during a couple of longer sessions.

If I wanted to stay in diapers, that was fine with her, and she'd change me

sometimes. She didn't want to be a mommy, but didn't mind babying me some

of the time. If I wanted she said she had a young girl subject [about 23 or

24] who would be my babysitter or nanny under Shelagh's control, and lived

just down the street. Shelagh had thought of getting her as her assistant,

but the girl wasn't skilled or strong enough in personality for some of the

work.

She said the only "quirky" part was, I'd have to dress as a girl when

greeting her subjects, since many of them would be scared off by a man

being present during their discipline sessions unless they thought I was

one of her slaves.

I didn't like this idea at all, but she said it would only be for no more

than 2 hours a day [she only did 2 sessions a day, and was going to cut

back as her stage act was getting more bookings] to greet the subject, then

I was free for 2 hours, until I had to let them out, and meet the next one.

When she mentioned not only would she cover all expenses, including my

phone bill for the modem work, she would also pay me $24,000.00 for the 6

months, I figured I had to be crazy. That's more than I usually got for a

computer or security contract and I had to pay all my expenses at that.

She said we would try for 6 months, then renew every 6 months, with a

slight salary raise if I wanted.

I greedily agreed. Someday, I'll learn greed will get you in a LOT of

trouble.

That weekend, I grabbed my stuff from my friend's, told him what I was

up to and got ready to move in to Shelagh's.

My friend said I was nuts, she'd have me using diapers all the time, and

acting like a helpless infant in weeks to amuse her kinky friends, but I

assured him I knew what I was doing, and that we had a "business"

relationship.

His girlfriend said "It'll serve him right. You know he's almost ruined the

mattress here in the last 2 nights, with wetting the bed."

Since I hadn't been wakened to change, I had indeed soaked the bed. I gave

her $500.00 to shut her up and buy a new mattress.

A New Life:

In total, I spent just over 3 years with Shelagh, working as her secretary,

and very often as one of her "shills". I got to do a lot of research for

myself, and for her, and really hone up my micro computer skills, since

most of my experience was on big mainframes and mini-computers.

When I moved in with my meager possessions, a fair size micro computer,

about 6 cloth diapers, my sleepers and playsuit and collection of

Playpen, DPF newsletters and Amber E. books, Shelagh showed me my new

room.

She'd set up the "Nursery" for me, with a table/desk for my computer

and printer, a pretty good stereo with tape deck and a few things I

didn't recognize.

There was of course the ususal crib, a shelf type layette, and small

low level wardrobe, all decorated with baby decals, and a strange low

bed like table, she said was the changing table. It was low to allow a

big baby to get on it, since most were too heavy to lift.

She explained the 2 things I didn't recognize were a "light disk" and

the mirror like thing over the crib was actually a mirror, when the

lights were on, and a projection screen in the dark. That way I could

see myself in the mirror in the light, and watch videos or movies in

the dark.

Neat, thought I. I would learn later its real purpose.

By the time I was all settled, it was near dinner, and we had a nice

leisurely dinner and just chatted. Shelagh detailed what we had to get

done in the next few weeks for her upcoming shows out of town, and to

set up her bookings for clients. She showed me her filing system,

library setup, where to get the contact lists and how to verify a client

was actually for real, and what needed to be set up prior to his/her

arrival.

Many of her clients were just there to be strapped or whipped, but an

equal number were coming to be humiliated or degraded in some pretty

strange ways. About 12 would come to be treated like little boys of 5 or

6 years of age, and made to wet their pants, then be humiliated and

shamed by their "accidents". Once properly chastened, they'd be sent

home to their strong mommies, usually wearing a diaper with their wet

pants over the diaper. From what I saw initially, there were only 5

babies, who came as little boys, were shown they were only babies, and

sent home to mommy realizing they were only babies.

Hypnosis played a large part in this subjugation and the humiliation

role playing. The subjects humiliation at wetting their pants, being

made to wear a diaper or to act like a baby was greatly enhanced by

hypnosis, and kept them coming back for more.

Finally, as the evening drew to a close, Shelagh asked me "What about

you, do you want to stay in diapers, or be babied or how do you want to

release the stress of a long day."

I thought about it for a bit, then said "You already know I like playing

baby, and like wearing and wetting diapers. I'd like to stay in diapers

as long as it's alright with you. As to the baby part, you said you

didn't want to take care of a big baby or really change diapers."

She replied "I figured you'd want to stay in diapers, that's why I

didn't start you on the road to regaining control. Within a few more

days, you will be wetting and messing as helplessly as a newborn baby.

As long as you wear protective panties or plastic pants it's fine with

me. Just don't soil the furniture or rugs, and keep you diaper pail

laundry washed as regularly as possible. If you want or need, my daytime

housecleaner can do you laundry, I'll just pay her a bit more. After all

she's used to some strange laundry from my clients.

As to the babying, I've never had children, and certainly don't change

my pissy clients diapers or pants, but with us it's different. If you

decide to become a real baby with me, I'll help you with my skills, and

be your mommy if needed.

But you'd better realize, I'm a stern mommy, and won't tolerate bad

babies or spoiled brats. Deal."

This was sounding too good to be true. It was.

For the next two weeks, everything was like a blur. I was always busy,

booking appointments, ensuring things were ready for her upcoming shows,

and getting some of the research done that she needed for the fall.

I was surprised at the extent and currency of her library, and with the

modem setup and access priviliges she somehow had to many of the libraries

around the country, it was easy to get information that was only a month or

less old on new hypnotic phenomena, study or opinion.

Finally, everything was done, the schedule was complete, I knew the daily

routines, and her private appointments were finished for a few weeks until

she got back from her road shows. Towards the end of the third week, I was

just finishing collating the research I'd got by modem and from the

libraries, but found I was getting killer headaches towards the end of the

day or early evening. By 9:30 or so they were sending me to bed to spend a

sleepless night tossing and turning and waking up feeling almost as bad as

when I went to bed.

Finally, Friday nite, I gave up around 10:00 and said goodnight. About

11:00, Shelagh came in and said "You still awake. I noticed you haven't

been sleeping well, and frankly you look like hell."

I told her what was wrong, and she said "You're just overtired, and have

been working too hard. You're so intense, you throw yourself into

everything too much. I'll be right back."

In about 5 minutes, I heard the cassette deck open and snap shut, and

something behind me click open or shut. Shelagh dimmed the lights and said

"I'm going to put on some mood music for you to help you relax, and a video

tape of some nice ocean and seaside scenes. These should help relax you and

put you in a better frame of mind, so you feel better tomorrow. The next

time, tell me, and we can stop this silly macho nonsense.

Sometimes you men are such little boys with all your posturing. When it

hurts tell mommy and she can kiss it better. Alright !!"

She turned on the light disk and cassette tape and left me listening to the

sounds of ocean breezes and waves gently lapping the seaside, then some

soft almost lullabye like music. As the lights pulsed on and off, I did

start to feel better, and soon my headache was gone. Then I could see the

first few frames of the video cassette on the ceiling screen.

The movie had lots of little kids frolicking in the sea surf, and playing

in a park, and I envied them their freedom and their carefree fun. I wanted

to be like them. A few toddlers wet their pants, and their mommies changed

them or put nice, soft white, fresh diapers on them and sent them back to

play.

As they were being changed, I wanted to be them, lying there while mommy

cleaned me up and pinned fresh, soft diapers on me and told me what a

good baby I was, and gave me a bottle to drink so I could wet again.

That was what heaven was. Drinking, wetting and being changed to drink

and wet and be changed again.

I had the "best" nights sleep I've had in a long time, but when I woke

up the next morning, I felt really strange. I was soaking wet, but

instead of feeling the pleasant warmth of the wet diaper, I felt

agitated and afraid of something.

Just then "something" knocked on the door. I tried to pull my blankets

up over me to cover myself, but even they were wet. Shelagh, said "Whew,

it smells like an outhouse in here. Haven't you emptied your diaper pail

in the last few days ??"

When I spoke, more surprises "Yes mommy, it's all clean." instead of "Of

course, I just did the laundry yesterday evening.", and I sounded like a

little kid, not a grown man.

Shelagh got cross then, and said "Well then, you must have wet the bed

again. Is that what happened ? I thought you wanted to be a big boy and

try and stay dry at night. I didn't hear you call me to go potty. Did

you just pee your didees like a little baby ?? Pull down the blankets

and let me see."

Shamefuly I showed mommy the wet bed and my soaking diapers. I felt like

a naughty little boy who'd wet his bed at night.

Mommy said "Oh Mikey. Instead of growing up, you're turning into more of

a baby. You're wetting like you did when you were a little, tiny baby,

not just having little accidents like a grown boy. I'm going to have to

put you back in thick, more absorbent night diapers like when you were a

baby, and if you wet your pants again today, it's day diapers for you

young man. Even when you go to school.

Go get washed up, and leave your pissy diapers and bedding in the diaper

pail for Sharon [our housekeeper] to wash. You know she's getting tired

of you wetting your bed like a baby. She says I should just keep you in

diapers like the baby you seem to be."

After my bath, mommy had laid out training pants, shorts and a T shirt

for me, and I went ot breakfast. I really felt strange. Part of me felt

"grown up", but for the most part I felt like a little boy of 5 or 6,

and had trouble opening the cereal and spilled my juice, making mommy

say I should have had a bottle.

Mommy and I went shopping for some new things she needed, and some new

clothes for me at a special store. I didn't like the clothes at all,

they were like babies wear, with snaps and bib fronts, and some of the

pants had plastic or rubber inside. I started to kick up a fuss about

them being for little babies, when all of a sudden I had to go pee.

Just as I started to say "I have to pee-pee !" I realized I already was.

I was standing there in front of the two ladies and mommy and wetting my

pants.

The ladies started to laugh, as mommy got cross. One of them said "I

don't think these are any too old for you. Look at you, wetting your

pants like a two year old. Maybe we should have been looking at little

newborn sleepers, and playsuits for you with snaps in the crotch so

mommy can change your wet little diapers."

With that, mommy said "I warned you. Once we get you home, it's back

into daytime diapers for you until you can stay dry for one whole week.

I just wish I'd brought some with me to change you now !!"

The lady said "No need to wait Shelagh, we have those special diapers I

told you about 3 weeks ago in now, and I know we have his size. You

remember the thick, extra absorbent, puffy ones that really make it

obvious he's diapered. We also have the special overpants that should

fit him. He can be changed in the fitting room."

I started to protest, but got a picture of the severe spanking I'd get,

and followed the lady and mommy into the back room. I started to cry

when I saw the diapers, and the lady just put a soother in my mouth, and

said "Oh stop your baby crying. You're acting just like a 1 year old.

Now lie down and let me change your pissy pants."

The diaper looked huge, yet fit snugly as she pinned it on. The

overpants fit tightly, but not too tighly, over the diaper, and I heard

some clicking as she finished and told me to stand up and look in the

mirror.

What I saw set me to crying again. The diapers were indeed huge, but

mostly from the bulk around the front, crotch and seat, and when I tried

to pull off the pants to take it off, they would't loosen. The diapers

had pictures of baby toys, bottles and diaper pins on them, and the

words 'Baby Pissy Pants' and 'Wet One' on them.

Shelagh started to laugh. "There's no mistaking what he's wearing, but

what can he wear over it ?"

The lady, said "Any of our baby designs have lots of room in the seat

and crotch to accomodate up to two of these special diapers. Try the

little bibbed shorts set on him. He'll look darling."

I started to protest again, but then found myself sleepily sucking my

soother, and lying compliantly on the change table. In acouple of

minutes I was told to stand up and look in the mirror again.

This time I saw a little boy of 5 or 6, dressed like a one to two year

old, sucking a soother, with very obvious, very puffy diapers under the

cute, little playsuit, with a big applique of a teddy bear in diapers,

and the words Big Baby embroidered on the front.

Shelagh said "Ill take a dozen of the puffies for him, and two dozen in

the 3 sizes for my other clients. Also give me 6 pairs of the overpant

for him, and about 6 of them for my special clients. I'll also take a

full baby and infant wardrobe for Mikey. I think he'll need it real

soon. You know where to send it.

Come on Mikey, we have a couple more stops to make before we go home for

your nap, and now that you're properly diapered I don't have to worry

about you pissing in the car. They'll hold him won't they ??"

The lady said "Oh yeah !! Each diaper will hold about 3 quarts of liquid

when new, and even more after they're washed and fluff up a bit more. He

could go all day and night in one of those. That's what we made them

for. The big babies whose mommies want them to experience a little

diaper rash after 24 hours in a wet diaper. And of course the locking

overpants can only be removed by the mommy with the key. The fabric

can't be cut with a knife or scissors, and the waist and legs have high

tensile reinforcement to keep them from trying to open the pants there."

As we were walking to the car, with me carrying the new diaper bag we'd

just bought, with 3 of the diapers and another pair of pants, a little

girl we passed said "Mommy, that man is dressed like a baby. Look he's

wearing a playsuit just like Timmy does, and diapers."

I was so embarassed, I almost started to cry.

As we were driving to our next stop, I had to go pee, and asked mommy to

stop so I could use the toilet. Mommy said "Oh no you don't young man.

You will wear only diapers until Monday morning, and will use your

diapers only to go to the bathroom. That includes pee pee and poo. By

monday you should know what it's like to wear diapers like a baby, and

use them like a baby. And only Sharon or I will be able to change your

diapers, so you'll have to ask us nicely, VERY nicely, to change you

when you're wet or messy.

Maybe then you'll be ready to grow up and stay dry like a big boy. If

not, the next week when you start school, you'll go to school in diapers

like a baby. I'm sure the other boys and girls will get a good laugh out

of a grown 6 year old boy in diapers."

"Until next monday, I thought. That's 5 whole days in diapers, being

treated like a baby. And having to ask mommy or Sharon to change me. " I

started to protest that I wasn't a baby, and this wasn't fair, when I

felt my bladder emptying into the diaper.

It felt strange. Warm, wet, kind of soothing, yet at the same time I

felt really embarassed at the situation of being a big boy, and wetting

myself in diapers like a baby. I started to cry, and when mommy asked

what was wrong, I told her.

She started to laugh "My my, only 20 minutes since we changed you. My

goodness you're wetting like a newborn. Well Sandra said they'd hold 3

quarts, so you should be Ok 'til we get home. Enjoy the next little

while in pissy diapers, Pee Pants."

As I sat there brooding, we pulled into a small shopping plaza, with a

bunch of specialty stores. Mommy took me struggling into a store called

"New Born", which obviously was a baby store, from the furniture and

items they had in stock.

Mommy told me to go play with the other boys and girls in the play area,

and when I started to protest, said something to me, and I felt little

and younger still, and wanted to play with the pretty toys, and blocks

and went eagerly to play with all the other toddlers.

As mommy was talking to the lady in the store, some of the other mommies

came over and said things like "What a neat idea, a big baby mascot.

Don't you feel silly dressed like that, and it looks like you're even

wearing big diapers."

I responded "No, me pay. Like toys" or such. They looked strangely at me

but left me playing with the other toddlers, until mommy called me to

get my parcels and help her carry them to the car.

We had bottles, feeding bowls, some pretty blocks, and a roly poly, and

a big teddy bear. And mommy had talked the lady into selling the display

props, 3 big rattles, one shaped like a regular rattle, one a ring and

one kind of a figure eight shape.

As we left, the lady said "You've done a great job with this one. He's

so realistic, the way he played with the other toddlers. And from the

droopy diaper, he must be wet too."

Shelagh said "He is, but he'll wait 'til we get home. After all, he'll

have to get used to it."

By the time we got home, I had wet my diaper 4 more times, and had

messed my diaper after lunch at the big mall. Shelagh was quite upset

with me for playing with my food, and spilling the drink on my new suit,

and had poured the balance of my orange drink into a baby bottle, which

she made me use.

When I asked to be changed, she told me to lie down right there on the

bench, and she'd change me like a baby. I didn't want other people to

see my wet, messy diaper, and finally agreed to wait until we got home

later.

Sitting in wet, messy diapers on the way home, I was surprised at how

'nice' it felt. Sure it smelled bad, but when I wet, it was all warm and

squishy, and I liked the feeling.

As we came into the house, Sharon started to laugh. She said "The

parcels arrived from Sandra, and I set them into the nursery. I made all

the changes you asked for in the nursery, and had Ricky fix up the

special items you ordered last week.

Phew !! From the smell of things, I think our big boy needs a change.

Does Mikey need his didee changed like a little baby. "

I was stupid enough to say "I'm no baby. And no you can't change my

diaper."

Both ladies said "Fine then, you can stay in that one until bedtime."

and Shelagh said "And Sharon can and will change your didees. She is

your nanny now, and will take care of you as a nanny would take care of

any baby. You do as she tells you, or you're in for big trouble young

man."

By bedtime, the diaper had just about reached capacity. It felt like it

weighed a ton. I couldn't believe how much I was wetting. It seemed like

every 10 minutes I was wetting my diaper, and I had messed it again

after supper.

Again at supper, I spilled my milk, and Sharon made me finish it from a

baby bottle, lying on a big changing pad on the kitchen floor, while she

talked baby talk to me, and gave me another bottle of juice to drink.

Around 8:00, Shelagh told Sharon to take me into the big shower room,

and change me there so I wouldn't make a mess in the main bathroom or

the nursery. She said she'd laid out my bedtime diaper and clothes there

for me.

Sharon made me lie down on the shower floor, with a baby type bath rest

at my back, and undid the special pants with the special key. She then

undid the 4 diaper pins, saying things like "My, my what a messy baby

you are, and so wet. I think you're going to be in baby diapers for a

long time."

As she showered me off, and cleaned me up [i was a real mess], she kept

talking baby talk to me, and then dried me off with a big fluffy towel.

As she laid me down on the changeing pad again, Shelagh came in and said

"Remember we need to reinforce him for a few more days." and left.

Sharon, began spreading baby lotion all over my diaper area, and said

things like "Doesn't that feel good when nanny changes your didee. Mikey

likes having his didee changed doesn't he. Mikey wants to make his

didees all wet and messy so mommy and nanny can change him all the

time."

Finally, I was pinned into another thick, puffy diaper, the special

pants were pulled on, and then came the "SLEEPERS".

Sleepers like babies wear, with snaps in the crotch. Not PJs like I'd

worn every night so far, but sleepers for a baby.

I started to kick up a fuss, but Sharon said "Now, now, we want to make

it easy for nanny to change your didee don't you. Just relax and let

nanny get your sleepers on."

Compliantly, I lay there while nanny put the baby sleepers on and led me

to my nursery for bed.

My bed had been replaced by a large crib, and at one side of the room

was a large toy box, filled with the toys mommy had bought, and the

change table now had my new diapers all laid out, with some of the baby

play suits folded on the lower shelf. The room looked more like a little

baby nursery than a little boy's room, and I started to kick up a fuss

again, until mommy came in and told me to get into my crib, and get to

sleep, or I'd get a spanking.

Mommy turned on the mobile, and nanny gave me a big bottle of juice, and

as I sucked contentedly and watched the pretty lights, I heard soft

music again and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I knew mommy and nanny would be very pleased with me.

My diapers were really soaked, and I had pooed in them too. Nanny had

changed me in the night, but I was still real wet, and warm in my nice

thick didees.

When mommy and nanny came in they pulled the blankies down off me, and

said "Well, well, well !! It looks like we have a real pissy baby here

instead of a big boy. Let's get him cleaned up and into some practical

clothes before he goes out to play."

After my bath, nanny put me in a nice soft yellow play suit with the

initials P.P. on them, and helped me get my breakfast. We didn't even

bother with a glass this time, I just got one of those big cups with a

spout on it.

I was wet again, buy nanny said I could wait 'til lunch time for a

change, and sent me to play with the other boys and girls in the

playroom.

There were 3 boys and one girl in the playroom, and they were all

younger than me, but they made fun of me saying "Look at Mikey, he's

dressed in baby clothes, with snaps on them so mommy can change his

didees. I bet Mikey is wearing didees too. Look how bulky his thingie

is."

The other "boys and girls" were also subjects of Shelagh's who were

playing the part of nasty little kids, under her hypnotic guidance, to

make me feel more like a little boy being dressed like a baby. None of

them had to wear diapers, and when I pooed my diaper, the girl started

teasing me telling me I was just a big baby, and should get mommy to

change my stinky diapers.

When I started to cry, nanny came in and asked what all the fuss was

about, and the other kids told her.

She insisted on changing me right then and there, and told me to lie

down on the changing pad. I didn't want these other little brats to see

me being changed, but had to obey nanny or mommy would be very angry.

As nanny cleaned me up, and slowly spread baby lotion on me, the others

all watched, and taunted "Look at Mikey. His nanny has to change his

poopie diaper. Mikey's jsut a baby. "

In my attempt to hide myself from the others and squirming around, I

ended up making a mess of my playsuit, and nanny got angry and said

"Well, I'm not going up to get another playsuit for you. You'll just

have to play in your top and diapers until lunch time. Maybe next time

you won't kick up such a fuss when you need changing."

Of course, you've already probably guessed, there was no way I was ready

for toilet training by the end of the week. In fact by Monday, I

couldn't stay dry for half an hour. When nanny put my training pants on

me with strict instructions to stay dry or else back into diapers 'til I

stayed dry for a full week, I wanted desperately to be grown up and stay

dry.

The other kids were all calling me pissy pants or big baby or other

names, and I didn't want to have to wear diapers to school.

Nonetheless, I wound up wearing diapers to school, and the teasing got

even worse. All the kids in my grade 1 class began calling me baby, and

I had to ask the teacher for permission to go to the nurse for a change

by saying "Teacher, I have to have my diaper changed.", which got all

the kids giggling. A few days the first weeks, I had to spend part of

the day sitting in just my diaper and plastic pants while my shorts

dried out. [i didn't always wear the puffy, super absorbent diapers to

school.]

Finally, I started faking sick to avoid school, but mommy and Shelagh

caught on, and insisted I would have to go with them then, dressed as a

baby in my diapers if I stayed home. I would have to use a bottle and

nap like a baby, since I wanted to act like one, and stay home from

school.

A Little Digression:

Just so you're not totally confused, I of course didn't go to "school",

but to my hypnotized subconscious I felt like a little boy in grade 1,

and believed I was going to school, and eventually working myself up to

the point where I would accept Shelagh and Sharon's next part of the

plan to have me as their little baby for a while.

While my hypnotized mind believed this was happening over several weeks,

it was taking less than a week, with each day or week's events being

planted in my subconscious while I slept.

Back to the Story:

After the first couple of days, life seemed to be a lot more fun. Sharon

or mommy would wake me up in the morning, give me a nice bottle, and

change my wet, messy diaper, then feed me my breakfast in the high

chair. Then I got to play until nap time around 10:00, when I got a

fresh diaper, and another big bottle of warm milk, or juice.

I didn't like all the naps, but always felt happy when I woke up, and

ready to play with Sharon, who was becoming my playmate as well as my

nanny.

As time went on, I kept feeling "different", and soon needed more and

more help with things. I couldn't get the buttons on my sailor suit done

up, and finally mommy said I'd have to wear the little baby clothes with

the snaps for mommy or Sharon to do up for me. I certainly couldn't

change my own diapers now, and had to ask Sharon or mommy to be changed

no matter where we were, by saying "Mommy didee peepee or didee poopoo",

which I was having even more and more trouble saying.

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Hi babygirlabby,

My father always warned me never to let myself be hypnotized. In Mikey's case it seems like things are getting carried away.

I agree with you it's a good story, well thought out, well executed. I prefer female regression, but that's just my taste.

As far as posting someone else's work, I always want people to ask my permission to use something I have produced. The moment a story is written, it is the author's posession and he owns the copyright. Therefore, technically speaking, you are infringing on the author's legal right to the story. In practice, probably no one will come after you. My own heart of hearts wouldn't allow me to post some else's work without their permission. It may be that others here will think differently.

This is just my opinion,

-D R

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Yes I agree in most cases and if there was a name behind the story I would have asked but there was not I got the story off of a public site wich was the only place it was posted and this site is no longer up so this story would have disapered and that would be tragic like when the last out of print book is distroyed never to be seen again and I again make no claim this is mine but to the legal aspect like I stated there was no name and you cant copyright somthing without putting your name to your work!

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Dear Abby, while I can see D Rainger's point - and I would certainly not encourage plagiarism of published works - re-publishing a posted tale from a site that has disappeared, just seems like good sense to me. If you can attribute the author, all the better. But if you can't, and you post the story with a disclaimer that you are not the author - as you did - then you have done the right thing, as far as I am concerned. Thanks for posting this old story, and if you post the next part, I think I have another story by the same (unlisted) author I could add, too.

Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia

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Abby:

I haven't enjoyed a story this much in quite awhile. The professionalism is obvious. The only thing you might tinker with is the double-spacing.

An honest attribution such as yours is a perfectly reasonable way to preserve the enjoyment of this story for all. Given the history, the worst that could happen is that someone comes forward as author and requests that you take the story down, but that is doubtful.

Thanks,

Dill_Pickle

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Hi babygirlabby,

I don't follow your logic. Certainly somebody produced the work you reprinted. Just because a name no longer appears with a work doesn't mean it is in the public domain. Suppose you heard a song and recorded a copy of it. Would you have the right to put that song on a web site because you don't know who the artist is? Perhaps a person is justified in keeping an archive copy of a story for themselves. I can't stop people from copying my stories from this site, but if someone were to reprint one on another site with my name or without it, if I had not given permission, I would be terribly hurt. Here again, you probably won't get into trouble for printing this piece. You probably aren't sure if the site you got it from didn't get it from somewhere else. I want to ask everyone here to rethink their use of other people's material. Let's be kind to one another and do the right thing.

-D R

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i have a story that i'd once posted on another website clearly naming myself as author. Then one day a few years later someone from here at DD told me they'd seen this story, its name changed, posted on another website as if it had been written by that websites owner.

I was not furious, as i guess i sort of expect stuff like that to happen on the net, so when i'd published it, i'd known there was always that possibility. I did go to the forum on the website however and posted that i was my story and that if it was to be kept up, i expected it to be credited to myself. It was done, though without apology or explanation.

I do not frequent that website at all as i just have little respect for someone who would do that.

As for the posting of this story, it is clearly stated that babygirlabby did not write this story, however, after my experience i have to wonder if the website it was taken from had permission to post it to begin with since it was not credited to anyone.

I appreciate the delema and loss of the story would be a sad one.....i'm curious to see if there are any other responses....

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Dear Abby,

Thank you so much for re-posting this story! Since hypnosis, dominant female hypnotists and hypnotically-induced regression/incontinence is one of my major fetishes, i really have always loved this story! In fact, i admit to being pretty darn envious of Mike/Mikey!

As to the posting of it, i'd like to point out that this story has been circulating around the Internet for AT LEAST ten years that i can remember. i've seen it on many different websites, and have never seen anything by someone claiming credit for having written it or having contributed to its production.

Although this is not a legal opinion, i would think that it has fallen into the public domain by its frequent appearance in so many places with no apparent effort by the author to speak up. Secondly, you've made it clear that it is not your work, but that you are posting it here because it is a great story that you want to share. Clearly, you're not trying to make people think you wrote it, and you are not benefitting from its re-posting in any way.

i think you have done this well, and appreciate you keeping this marvelous story "on the front burner" for those of us who love it!

Best sleepy and soggy wishes,

Latexman :)

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Oh the subject of reposting. I personally wouldn't mind at all if someone reposted on another website, because frankly I don't always want to take the time to post it someone. Now if someone sold it for money, then I would have a problem with it. But I wrote it and let people read it for free, and as long as it remains free, thats fine with me.

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HI D R

Using your logic if I where to video tape my self singing I don't know lets say thunder struck by AC/DC via kareoke and posted it online that I would be infringing on that artists rights? I think not and here is why I am not stating that this song is mine nor am I making a profit off of it! Now as far as the story goes I have searched for a author for this story and can find none! As far as I know there is currently no other posting of this story on the web and so it is not that I took the story and chose not to name the authors name. Is it possible that the site I got the story off of did this yes I guess it is! Now again as far as copyright this piece of work is nameless and as far as I can tell unpublished and so if the auther did not write it to make a buck hence has lost no profit from this posting has seen no claim that it was written by some one else and that the the one who has posted this has made this clear and given them complements on there work! well I guess if I where the author and I stumbled apon this I would be delighted by this that someone liked my work so much!!!

I guess to sum up my ramblings have you seen the monalisa or maby you like something by Da Vinici or in school did you teacher ever hand you a photo copy of a poem or maybe a test photo copied from a text book? I can say yes I have seen pictures of mona lisa as well as a few works from DaVinici but not the real paintings and I can also state my teachers have been guilty of both of the above mentioned misdeeds but I don't think any of the people who created these works would be upset that my life has been enriched by them! but by a reproduction of there work and not the orignal but just the oppositethat they would be thrilled that they have touched so many people in a positive light!

And so D R ponder this you and the creator of this amaising site DD both die in a plain crash so the website goes down and you works you wrote to share will vanish for ever never to bee seen again!!! but waite someone like me finds this story in a archive but you name is no longer with it! Would you? A. rather have it left never to be seen again because the person who is going to lay no claim to it would be infringing on your rights by posting it nameless or B. have someone post your work stating that you the author's name could not be found and that it was not the poster work but thought the author would want there work to continue on!

are you writing for the glory of it or are you writing because you have as story you will think other people enjoy as much as you that you want to share

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This story was on of the first I ever encountered that blew me away completely. I could not believe such a perfect story existed. I originally got it something like 20 years ago off of an ab IRC channel bot that had an archive of stories. I do not know who the original author is, and I was not involved in posting it anywhere.

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Hi babygirlabby,

My father always warned me never to let myself be hypnotized. In Mikey's case it seems like things are getting carried away.

I agree with you it's a good story, well thought out, well executed. I prefer female regression, but that's just my taste.

As far as posting someone else's work, I always want people to ask my permission to use something I have produced. The moment a story is written, it is the author's posession and he owns the copyright. Therefore, technically speaking, you are infringing on the author's legal right to the story. In practice, probably no one will come after you. My own heart of hearts wouldn't allow me to post some else's work without their permission. It may be that others here will think differently.

This is just my opinion,

-D R

D R-

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Not sure how all the confusion came about, but this story was written by Mikey of BBW (Big Baby World) almost 20 years ago. It was indeed COPYRIGHTED by BBW along with the magazines, newsletters and other novels and short story collections Mikey published.

I don't think he'd want it pulled down or removed, but he certainly deserves credit for the story and his efforts.

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