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College or Cribs- By Personalias

Prologue: Apartment

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Christopher Cole IV threw his hands up in the hair and spun around in his leather backed swivel chair. With the sun a mere thirty minutes away from rising, Chris had done it: Chris had just turned in his final term paper for his junior year of college. On top of that, this was a particularly difficult semester.

Chris's academic advisors even frowned upon Chris's decision to double up his work load and not take summer courses. Chris didn't listen. He didn't drop a single course, and now, his face illuminated only by the soft glow of his computer screen, Chris had finished the superhuman task of finishing not one but 6 different term papers- all for pre-med classes.

It had taken incredible endurance, next to no offline social life, an addiction to caffine that bordered on suicidal, and roommates who were practically strangers, but Chris had finished what had to be, hands down, the toughest semester of his life. Now, he reasoned, he could make the long drive home, see his family, spend a lazy summer with his old high school friends, and not have to give a second thought about applying to Med School till September. Mission Accomplished.

Chris was about to fling open his door and do a victory dance and parade himself through the living room of his college apartment, but thought better of it when he looked down and realized he was still wearing a Bambino. The adult diaper with baby blocks stenciled in the front hung heavily between his legs. The two tapes on each side kept the garment firmly in place, but it still felt as if it were less fastened on, and more clinging to his waist for dear life. That's what happened when you completely soaked a diaper to its limits. Chris needed a change. Badly. But this diaper was the last one he'd be wearing for a while, and for good reason.

Christopher Cole IV was an adult baby, (though he shuddered at the thought of being an "adult" anything). Before that he was a teen baby, before that he was a kid that fantasized about being treated as a baby. The point is, Chris had wanted to be a baby ever since he could remember not being one. Chris wasn't even sure why. He hadn't had a particularly bad life, as far as he could recount. His dad was a doctor, and made a lot of money to provide for the family. His mom had died of breast cancer when he was just eight, but Chris knew for a fact that he had had these desires long before. He had never gone hungry a day in his life, never been abused, and never had responsibility that he hadn't asked for. Granted, his main reason for wanting to become a doctor had been driven by the fact that he liked expensive things, wanted to afford more, and that his dad had been a doctor, as had his grandfather. So there was a little subliminal pressure there- but who didn't deal with that kind of stuff? No one, that's who.

Bottom line: There was no good reason why Chris should have this fetish, yet he did. The sexual side of him was attracted to the vulnerability aspect and lack of control. It was like SnM but without the nasty and uncomfortable elements of whips and chains. Same play engine, different graphics. Kind of like how anyone who has played a Final Fantasy Game can pick up Pokemon in a jiffy. It was also more familiar to him too, and therefore more believable. Chris had never been in a dungeon before, but he had been in a nursery.

The non-sexual part of him was also fascinated with the "life style". No control also meant no responsibility whatsoever. No responsibility meant no stress. As a baby, all Chris had to worry about was his own stimulation, entertainment, and relaxation without worrying about the needs or feelings of others. It was a wonderfully selfish thought. The versatility of the scenarios intrigued him to no end. It ould be amazingly humiliating and stressful, more relaxing than a day at the spa or with a mommy figure involved, completely intimate. Really, this thing had something for everybody. Why wasn't this thing more mainstream?

Unfortunately, the reality of the situation was that it wasn't mainstream to be an Adult Baby. Chris realized at a young age, that his wishes to return to infancy were not reciprocated by his peers, or encouraged by adults. He was supposed to be a big boy, followed by a kid, followed by a tween then teen, then adult. And so he was and did his best to appear to be. So he shut that side of himself off from the rest of the world, figuring himself to be a freak of some sort...maybe this was how pedophiles started.

It wasn't until freshman year that he stumbled onto the scene and then began to realize he wasn't the only one. He reached out to them, the kindred spirits that shared his fascination and desires. There wasn't a message board safe from his pressence. Pretty soon, he learned tricks how to enjoy himself and keep it secret from the rest of the world. He opened up a P.O. box to have specialty supplies shipped to, and only brought them in the house when his roommates were gone or sure to be asleep. He had an alternate email account for purposes of communicating with his fellow AB's and confirmation emails on certain products. He deleted his internet browsing history every time he logged off; and fortunately the specialty companies and community were every bit as paranoid as he was; with nondescript company names showing up on his credit card bills instead of "AB Fetish Supplies". All in all, it was a good setup.

But Chris was going home now. That meant that if he wanted to keep his secret to the best of his ability, he had to go off grid completely while at his dad and step mom's place. No telling how they would react if they found out, not to mention his friends, little sisters, and Sherry. Sherry had been his high school sweetheart, and they had managed to keep up a long distance relationship, despite going to separate colleges. They made sure to visit each other during Thanksgiving, Christmas, their respective Spring Breaks, this past year, Sherry even gave him a surprise visit for Valentine's Day. (She had no idea how close she was to finding his secret stash, thank God for dirty clothes.)

Chris knew in his heart that he would have this summer, and maybe the next summer to have freetime with Sherry. After that, Medical School would consume his life. That would be the real test of their relationship.

Chris shook his head to clear the cobwebs out. Damn inner monologue. He'd been standing at the door in just a diaper for the past five minutes at least. The point was, he had a different life to live, and no one could find out his secret. Not his roommates, not his friends back home, not his family, and not Sherry. Especially not Sherry. It'd be over if she found out. It would just have to be. So he'd just have to go on one of the classic binge and purge cycles that were common in the fetish. He had just spent the last several nights holed up in his apartment room, wearing the last of his adult diapers. Then he'd toss them all out, sign off on the various AB message boards he was a member of, and go have a summer getaway from college. Simple as that.

Chris listened through the door to hear if there was any noise coming through the rest of the apartment. He could hear the TV going still. Either one of his roomies was going for some all-night marathon, or just as likely they fell asleep on the couch. He'd actually probably have a better time sneaking the stuff out and into the garbage around noonish when his roommates would be moving out for the summer themselves, going to their last classes, or passed out...speakng of which it was about that time and the thriteen Red Bulls he had chgged was finally wearing off.

So in nothing but a sodden Bambino, Christopher Cole IV locked the door to his room, just in case, and passed out on top of his bed, just slipping off to sleep as the first rays of daylight peaked out into the sky.

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A great intro! I almost wish I didn't know what was going to happen...

A couple minor critiques. There were a few run-on sentences near the beginning and the main section seemed pretty expository. Then again, there's no real way around that without writing far more introductory pieces, and since as an audience we already know and expect him to be an AB, that'd grow tedious quickly.

Also, I think you meant 'Threw,' not 'Through.' (As in, 'He threw his hands up.')

Other than that, an excellent intro.

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Note: I promse things will pick up after this forthcoming chapter.

Mad Scientist Version: Gentlemen. BEHOLD! You WILL get to know these characters and their most basic defining personality traits and quirks before FAPPING! You WILL see these as actual characters in a fictional STORY, and not cardboard cutouts who are just shells of humanity and victims of a series of unfortunate, unlikely, unrealistic, and downright impossible events. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Chapter 1- Home

Getting home for the summer, Chris did not quite get the overwhelmingy warm welcome he had expected. It's not that he was shunned, but they weren't rolling out the red carpet for him either. Chris wasn't terribly surprised, but was a little disappointed as he had built up a slightly elaborate scene in his head during the long drive back from the university.

It was getting late when Chris pulled up to his house. The driveway was clear, and an open garage showed Dad's car to be missing. No surprise there, really; Chris's father was the head of the ER department at the local hospital. His work and sleep schedule was often erratic to say the least.

Chris could tell that the lights were on, and that Roxanne, his step-mother, was home. This was indicated by her signature red mini-van aka. "The Mom Mobile" that she drove her children, Chris's half sisters around in. Barring some end-of-school slumber party, the girls would be home too.

As Chris walked into the big two-story house, his senses came alive with the remembered nostlgia of his childhood. The laundry room, which was next to the garage, smelled always of clean smelling detergent. The room hummed and buzzed as the washer and dryer did their work; never able to truly rest as the entire family was constantly putting them to use. Chris wasted no time unpacking his suitcase filled with dirty clothes and dumping it into the laundry basket to be washed later.

He walked from the laundry room and cautiously poked his head out into the main living room of the house, as if expecting to be ambushed. "Hello?", Chris called out, "I'm home." Chris braced himself. The last few times he had been home, his little sisters had practically tackled him. Tonight, the girls barely looked up from what they were doing.

"Heeeeeey." They lazily sang out in unison without making eye contact.

"Welcome back," the older of his too sisters, Samantha, added on. If Chris's memory was correct, Samantha had just finished 5th grade. Like her mother, Sammy had a track star's build and blonde hair. Since puberty hadn't quite set in yet though, (thank God for that, nothing makes you feel older than the thought of your baby sisters actually growing up), Sammy was still very much a bean pole.

The house was more or less designed as a large common area with closed off bedrooms and bathrooms upstairs and along the periphery. All that separated most of the main rooms were large arcways that likely did a better job of symbolising that you were in another area of the house than actually separating the rooms off. Thus, from the family room, Chris could clearly see that Sammy was sitting at the dinner table, reading a book while listening to (if instagram could be trusted) One Direction on her iPod.

Brianna on the other hand, was plopped on the couch, her tongue poking out a bit as she was engrossed in a Mario game for the Wii. Like Chris and their father, Bri's hair was less blonde and more of a dark chestnut. In the right light, it might even pass for black. Unlike her sister, Bri had yet to lose her baby fat, but didn't seem too concerned one way or the other.

In fact, just by looking at them, or seeing them behave, you might not know they were related. Sammy was becoming a bit of a girly girl, and had begun to beg her mother to take her shopping for some real makeup; while Bri was becoming both a Tomboy and a bit of an oddball. Chris couln't think of the last time Bri was in a dress, and even though she'd be going into fourth grade this fall, she still had the habbit of shouting gibberish in squeaky voices for no other reason than it amused her.

She had obviously not grown out of this, yet, as she started to berate a group of green turtles on the video screen. "Stooopid toota foota boo boo caca!" she whooped and half yelled as her Mario jumped on their backs.

"Brianna," a tired voice called out, "would you please stop yelling at the T.V. screen? Mommy is starting to get a headache." Roxanne, walked in. "Oh, hey Chris," she said pleasantly, "you're here a little earlier than I expected. I figured you wouldn't have arrived till late when everyone was asleep."

"Yeah," Chris said, stretching a little, "I guess I burned rubber getting here. Dad at work?"

"Yeah," Roxanne yawned as she ran a hand through her curly blonde locks, "he'll be back late tonight and should be up and about by lunch. We just finished dinner, but there's plenty in the fridge, help yourself." she gestured over to the kitchen area. "Sorry I'm so tired," she added, "I just haven't been sleeping well lately." Chris nodded knowinglyl and walked over to the fridge.

At age 40, Roxanne Cole was a trophy wife that hadn't yet lost all of her sheen. Chris's father married her about a year after Cole's mother's death. It was a little soon for Chris, but he wanted his dad to be happy. The birth of Samantha "Sammy" Cole relatively soon after lead Chris to believe that maybe Dad had forgotten how to use a condom, which led to wedding bells.

Still, Roxanne was a pretty cool person, and a decent step-mom to Chris. She had never played the "you can call me mom if you want" card, which is good since it would have blown up in her face. Instead, she had just been another adult, and a friendly one at that. As he had gotten older, she had treated him more and more as an equal and as a friend; especially since he had gone off to college.

Still, Chris always felt a little tense around Roxanne; not out of resentment, but out of guilt. Let's just say that Christopher and his father had similar taste in women. Combine that with his emerging fetish growing up and the fact that Roxanne wasn't his real mother- thus making the idea seem less gross- gave Chris more than a bit of an Oedipal complex.

It got a lot easier as he entered high school and girls his own age started becoming attractive. Sherry alone counted for more old socks being defiled than he could count. It also didn't hurt that the girls were growing up, and so the sounds of Roxanne's coos and baby-talk had stopped ringing in Chris's ears; though for some reason Roxanne had never fully made the transition from calling herself "Mommy" to just "Mom".

But that didn't change the fact that Chris's first few remembered wet dreams were basically memories of Roxanne mothering his then baby sisters, only with the girls completely edited out and him taking their place. Pink nurseries would become blue, add in some half-remembered motherese replacing all instances of names with his own, and BAM! Instant wet dream.

Chris made himself a sandwhich and sat down at the dinner table, munching on ham and cheese while Samantha continued reading her book. He was polite enough to ask what she was reading, but didn't really see the appeal. It was something about a bunch of cats that lived in the forest and talked to their ancestors while fighting other cats or something. Silly stuff. Then again, when he was Sammy's age, he read a book series about kids who turned into animals to fight off a secret alien invasion. So who was he to judge.

After giving him a ramshackle description of the book, Sammy went back to listening to boy bands on her iPod and happily ignored him. God, she was turning into such a tween. Chris chuckled to himself as he felt sorry for what Roxanne was likely to endure in the coming years.

Brianna, perhaps uncharacteristically invited Chris to play the Mario game with her. This newest version had a co-op mode where Mario and Luigi could be on the screen at the same time. Unfortunately, characters could also pick each other up and throw on another. Bri seemed to enjoy picking up Chris's Luigi and throwing him off a cliff rather than play the game as intended. Worse yet, Chris couldn't figure out how to retaliate and Bri just laughed at his cries of "No fair!" and "Stop!"

"Oh, you like laughing, do ya?" Chris finally said as he set his controller down. He flashed an evil smile that Tom reserved for Jerry, and in his most over the top delivery he shouted, "WELL WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?!" He then proceeded to pin his youngest sister down to the couch and tickle her as she squirmed. Her cries for help from her older sister went unheeded. Sammy had faced the tickle monster's wrath one time too many times and her developing tween coolness wouldn't allow her to debase herself, besides.

Finally, Roxanne's headache broke the laughing massacre up, and Chris relented. Then with a shit eating grin that Jerry reserved for Tom, Bri held up the Wii remote and asked "Wanna play some more?" Chris only shook his head. Bri always has been a button pusher, even knowing she'll be on the losing end.

Chris walked by the hot pink room that was Sammy's, and the almost neon green room that was Bri's, before going up the stairs to his own room. "Oh, just so you know," Roxanne called after him, "I cleaned out the attic a few weeks ago, and I found some of your old toys. I didn't know if you wanted to keep them for old time's sake, or what so I just put them up in your room."

"Kay!" Chris called down as he continued climbing the stairs into his old room. With the exception of being much tidier, it was exactly as he had left it; a veritable time capsule of his high school years. Posters of bands that were now defunct were on the walls, his bed was in the corner, and his trophy case with various awards that he had earned since grade school adorned the far wall.

Most importantly though, undisturbed, was his old desktop. He turned it on, and signed on to google mail instantly. Just as planned, and promised, Sherry was there waiting for him. He messaged her.

Colev4.0: I'm home

SunnySher: Yay! Me too!

Colev4.0: How long you been home?

SunnySher: Couple hours. But just got on.

SunnySher: Figured I'd beat ya.

Colev4.0: Well you did.

Colev4.0: How were your finals?

SunnySher: Good enough. You?

Colev4.0: Brutal. But done with.

SunnySher: Good.

Cole4.0: Wanna go out tonight?

SunnySher: Can't.

SunnySher: Mom and dad want to spend some quality time.

Cole4.0: Oh

SunnySher: Tomorrow?

Cole4.0: Sure! What time?

SunnySher: How about 6:00?

Cole4.0: Deal.

SunnySher: BTW. Tried to call you today. Charge your damn phone! :)

Cole4.0: Have to unpack it first. Might have left it at school.

SunnySher: :(

Cole4.0: Don't worry, we'll see each other enough that we won't need phones.

SunnySher: Promise?

Cole4.0: Promise. See you tomorrow?

SunnySher: Promise.

Cole4.0: Ok then. I'll pick you up at 6:00. I'm gonna go to bed, now.

Cole4.0: Feeling sheepy

Cole4.0 *sleepy

SunnySher: Ok. Night, babe! Love you!

Cole4.0: Love you too!

His date set up for tomorrow, and feeling genuinely tired from all the driving, Chris logged off and walked over to his bed. Sure enough, an old friend was besides his pillow, waiting for him. Wubby, his stuffed teddy bear, sat up looking at him, plaintively, as if to say "You're back, please love me." Chris hadn't seen the old brown bear in years, and had assumed him lost to the ravages of time. He picked the bear up and turned it over in his hands.

It had the same well worn stitching, the same fluff stufing on the inside that didn't quite puff anymore, and the same off-colored stains where the poor thing had been dropped in the mud more than a few times. Wubby was just as Chris had always remembered him. Chris had had Wubby since as far back as he could remembered.

Wubby had originally been a gift from his mother that he had stubbornly clung too after she had died. Even after he had gotten over his mother's death, Wubby retained a place of prominence in Chris's room for years. Even Chris's friends didn't give him guff about keeping a stuffed animal well into high school. They understood the sentimental value; and it's not like Chris had taken to carrying it around everywhere like Linus and his blanket. But somehow, the poor thing just seemed to vanish one day while Chris was at school, and Chris had long ago given up looking for it. This was indeed a welcome surprise.

One thing did stand out about Wubby, though; his eyes. Chris could have sworn that they were ordinary black bead eyes, but now looking at them they seemed difference. The left eye was a bright red, and the right eye was an equally bright blue. It was like Wubby's eyes had been replaced with those old fashioned 3-D glasses from the 1950's. They seemed to glitter a bit too, almost like gems. Still, it wasn't nearly enough to throw the bear's identity into qustion. This was Wubby alright.

Chris looked to the left, and right conspiratorially, as if there might be hidden cameras in his old room. He locked the door, just in case. He stripped his clothes off and threw back the sheets to his bed before climbing in. Just because he wasn't going to be in diapers for the next couple of months, doesn't mean he couldn't enjoy and relax while doing other babyish things. With that thought, he cuddled his old friend, Wubby the bear, under one arm, while popping a thumb in his mouth with the other. He sucked on his thumb idly as unconsciousness claimed him.

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Excellent background, character development, and set up for whatever is coming next. You've got us guessing, though within a range of predictability. Doesn't matter - this is going to be a fun story.

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Sorry about not posting yesterday. I've got a lot of free time right now, but I wanted to spend some of it NOT writing. Here's the next chapter. Hope it was worth the wait.

Chapter 2: Baby's Room

As the first rays of sunlight hit Christopher Cole IV's face, Chris became aware of two things. The first being that his thumb was still in his mouth. That was a little weird, since Chris had never slept so soundly before. The second thing Chris noticed was the not altogether unfamiliar sensation of a wet diaper.

Chris had been in the process of "diaper training" himself, by getting used to sitting and even sleeping in wet diapers. While he by no means wanted to become incontinent, he....

Wait. Just. A. God. Damn. Minute.

Chris's eyes shot open in realization, interrupting his own inner monologue. He shouldn't be in a diaper! Not here! Not now!. His peripheral vision immedately picked up the wooden bars. He was in a giant crib. Lifting his head up, he could tell he was wearing a yellow T-shirt and a diaper. Wubby sat at the foot of the crib.

Chris sat up, findding it more difficult than he expected, using the bars of the crib to help himself up into a sitting position. The sheets had teddy bear prints on them, and Chris heard and felt the smooth ruffling and crinkling sound of the plastic sheet underneath.

He scanned the walls beyond the bars. The crib he was in was up against the wall farthest from the door. The wall to his right had a large sliding closet door, which was shut at the moment. At the far corner, next to the closet was what was unmistakenly a changing table, only much bigger, with a diaper genie displayed prominently next to it. Across from the changing table was a rather large rocking chair. The walls themselves were painted baby blue with bunnies stenciled in around the top edge.

Chris had gone to sleep in his old room. practically naked, and woken up in an oversized nursery. Chris's heart began to beat faster and faster, with a combinatin of excitement and panic. It was like the beginning of so many stories that he read online; the ones where some psycho couple kidnaps the main character and decides to make the him or her the new baby. Those things weren't based on true stories were they?!

Chris shifted to his knees and tried to pull himself up to a standing position. He grabbed the railing of the crib and heaved himself up. Then he experimentally let go. He kept his balance for a moment, then suddenly his legs went all Bambi on him and he started to weeble and wobble on the mattress before falling down on his rump.

Once again, he felt the squish of wet diaper between his legs. This prompted him to look down and examine the infantile garment he had woken up in. It had two tabs, one on each side. The texture was definitely that fake cloth texture, instead of the pure plastic backing that so many AB's preferred. The decorations were....

Holy. Shit.

Chris's mouth dropped open. Looking down at the waistband of the diaper, Chris realized that he was looking at Elmo. Not just any Elmo; not the guy who sang "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reigndeer" Elmo; THE Elmo. This was the Sesame-Street-let's-learn-to-count-and-say-letters Elmo. Motherfucking Elmo! No Adult Baby diaper would have Elmo on it; they couldn't get away with it- Proctor & Gamble AND the Jim Henson estate would have a field day.

Chris picked at the waist band a little bit. Maybe the image was taped on or something. That's when Chris noticed that right by Elmo was the signature teal oval with stylized white print, with a little yellow heart over it. For some reason, Chris couldn't quite make out the writing, but he didn't need to. Just like how any fat kid knows that Golden Arches and big yellow "M" mean McDonald's, a guy who has obsessed over infancy for most of his life recognizes the Pampers logo when he sees it.

Chris's heart leapt into overdrive. He was wearing a giant adult sized replica of a Pampers diaper. It was like the beginning of some of the good stories that he read online. There's no possible way this could be real. He took a quick survey of the room and his spatial sense kicked in. This room seemed vaguely familiar; how everything was laid out, and how big the room out. Then Chris realized: This was Brianna's room.

Specifically this was his youngest sister's room circa age zero to about age two and a half. The crib, the rocking chair, all of it was arranged just as it was when Bri was a baby; only now the color scheme was changed to accomodate a baby boy, and the furniture was enlarged to accomodate him. A smile spread across his face as the realization set in.

He was having a wet dream, again. Cleary his subconscious not wanting to go on infantilism abstinence for the summer combined with the old adolescent fantasies that seeing Roxanne stirred up, and now he was experiencing the result; the fantastic fantastic result!

So what do you do when you're stuck in a dream that you honestly don't want to get out of? You go with it, duh!

Chris reached over and grabbed Wubby from the foot of the crib and then laid back down. He idly kicked his legs in the air and maid gurgling and cooing sounds, doing his best to sound cute while he turned the old teddy bear in his hands. Chris smiled a little as he inspected Wubby's eyes. In his dream at least, Wubby's eyes were the same black beads that Chris had always remembered. Chris briefly considered drooling or teething on Wubby as any baby might do to their stuffed animals, but decided that the old boy had had it rough enough through the years.

That's when Chris heard footsteps coming. This was gonna be good! The door softly opened and in stepped Roxanne, her curly blonde locks glistening in the morning sun. She was clad in a light purple terrycloth bathrobe, and while Chris would have preffered the silk nightie that he had purposefully pictured her in many times before, one couldn't be too picky about what your subconscious handed you.

"Good mornging!" Roxanne cooed as she stepped in. Knowing this was a dream, Chris resisted the urge to cover himself and continued to idly kick his legs and cuddle with his beloved teddy. "It looks like someone is already up and awake!" Roxanne practically sung as she peered down on him lying in the crib. Chris looked into her eyes and couldn't help but smile. There was more than friendship in those eyes, there was love, the kind of measureless love that only a mother can have for her child. Her smile told him that he was the center of her whole world.

"Ready to get up?" she asked, though her tone implied she didn't truly expect an answer. Chris put down his teddy bear and held his arms up to reach for her. Roxanne, or rather Dream Roxanne needed no further cues. She lowered the railing of the crib, and with impossible ease picked Chris up, and rested him on her hip.

This close up, he could smell that her hair smelled of jasmine, and he breathed it in, savoring the Aroma. Damn, his dad had great taste in women. He absently hoped that if he and Sherry managed to stay together, she'd age as well as Roxanne had. Roxanne just giggled and rubbed her nose against his. Eskimo kisses. Even through the wet diaper, Chris could feel himself pressed up against her and was enthralled. He briefly considered pressing harder, but he through that thought away. He didn't want to get *too* adult in this adult baby fantasy his brain had concocted for him.

"Let's get my baby boy dressed and ready," Roxanne declared, as she made a bee line for the oversized changing table. Chris put up no struggle as Roxanne laid him down on the rubbery mat and pulled a strap across his tummy. His breathing became shallow with excitement as Roxanne's fingers went for the velcro tapes on the diaper.

"Scritch." "Scritch."

The tapes were off, and the smell of urine wafted into the air as Roxanne pulled back the front of the diaper and Chris felt a definite breeze as his genitals were exposed to open air. Chris looked at his naked crotch. Hairless. Nice touch, subconscious. Very babyish.

Chris's eyes practically rolled back into his head as Roxanne began to gently caress and wipe his most private and sensitive of areas. The coolness of the baby wipes on his crotch felt so real that for a second Chris mildly questioned if he was dreaming or not.

Then again, if this were real, he'd probably be too nervous to enjoy it. He'd be too worried that his little sisters, or worse yet his father would walk in or find out. Now THAT would be a talk. Knowing the impossibility of that, Chris decided to put it out of his head and enjoy his pampering.Pun intended.

After his front side had been wiped clean, Roxanne crossed Chris's ankles over each other and lifted his legs up into the air by pushing up the back of the bottom heel. Chris felt Roxanne gently begin to wipe his backside; first his hole, then the crack of his ass, then each cheek.

"No poopies," Roxanne commented as she sanitized her step-son's crevasse. "Oh well, maybe later after you get some num-nums in your tum-tums". Then Roxanne pulled the used diaper out from under him, and skillfully balled it up with one hand before setting Chris's legs down and tossing it into the nearby diaper genie.

She then reached onto a shelf below Chris, and pulled out a fresh diaper and unfolded it. Then, just as quickly as she had slid the old one out, Roxanne picked Chris's legs up and slid the new one under him. She wasn't done yet though. Chris could see her take out a bottle of baby powder and felt it as she sprinkled it on him; first his bum, then his crotch. Roxanne even smoothed it out and massaged it in with her hand, caressing his backside and genitals.

This was heaven. Plain and simple.

Chris fought the urge to have his eyes roll back in his head from ecstasy, instead focusing on the minute details. He would definitely have to remember this dream for later and replay it when he had some private time alone for one of his *ahem* daydreams.

He focused on the feeling as Roxanne pulled the fresh diaper up between his legs, listening to the soft crinkle of diaper as she adjusted it over his hips. He felt the diaper become snug yet comfortable as Roxanne taped up one side, then the other. He looked down at the fresh diaper and saw that Grover was now decorating the waistband. While Chris would have preferred Cookie Monster or at least Big Bird, beggars couldn't be choosers. Besides, he could always edit that in in future replays.

"All clean!" Roxanne announced as if someone needed confirmation. "Now let's get you dressed for the day." Roxanne turned to face the closet, leaving Chris strapped to the table. With the closet door opened, Chris craned his neck to see that the closet was packed with large versions of baby clothes with cute little designs on them, as well as a box or two of Pampers.

Roxanne brought a gray pair of shorts with an elastic waistband over to the changing table and slid them up Chris's legs and shimmied them up his hips. The leggings didn't even cover his knees, and even though you could only see the top edge of the diaper, the tell-tale bulge below the waist did nothing to hide what Chris's undergarment was.

This was a little strange, Chris thought as Roxanne unfastened the strap and helped him sit up. Normally, when Chris fantasized about these sort of things, he pictured the diaper in plain view; or at the very least, he'd be wearing a onesie. Sure, lots of parents dressed their kids in shorts, but shorts in of themselves weren't very babyish. Rocking the Baby Huey look or at least a onesie though....

"Arms up!" Roxanne broke Chris out of his own thoughts. "Arms up! Like this, sweety!" Chris shook from his reverie and did as he was told, almost on reflex. Roxanne pulled the yellow t-shirt off of him. "That's my big boy!" she praised him, as she pulled a new red T-shirt with a little bumble bee stitched over the heart over him.

That was weird too. Being called a "big boy", when he was clearly supposed to be a baby in this dream had been unexpected. Yeah, parents totally called their young children "big" as a means to encourage them to develop and behave, but it was throwing off his mojo.

This dream version of Roxanne paid no mind to Chris's thoughts though, as she picked him up off the changing table and walked over to the rocking chair. She cradled him in her arms, and the chair was big enough to accomodate the both of them. She rocked back and forth for a moment, stroking his hair. Then she pulled back a side of her robe, revealing a naked breast.

"Let's get you some milk," Roxanne told him. Chris knew what was coming next, and he didn't fight it. Gently, she guided his head to her bosom, and gently he took a few tentative sucks at her teat. Then the milk began to flow. Rich and creamy, and better than he could have imagined, it came out of her and went into his mouth. Slowly, he suckled, trying to savor the taste, and the sensation.

"Good boy," Roxanne whispered and cooed as she petted the back of his head, gently stroking his hair. "You're such a good eater. Yes you are! Yes you are!" Chris continued suckling on the sweet mothers milk, getting lost in the sensation.

Chris wondered how much longer this would last. Normally he'd have woken up by now, have either ejaculated or with a raging hard on at the very least. But he was in no hurry for this little fantasy to end.

"Easy there, baby," Roxanne said. "Don't get your tummy too full. We still gotta get some solids in you." Just then there was a knocking at the door.

"Mom? Are you in there?" Chis heard the unmistakable voice of his sister Samantha call out. Chris stopped suckling and pulled away from Roxanne's breast. What the hell was Sammy doing in HIS fantasy dream?!

"All done?" Roxanne whispered to Chris, as she covered herself. "Come in," she called out in her voice reserved for people who could understand her. The door flung open and in stepped Samantha, a blonde bean pole in GAP clothing.

"Sammygetoutthisisn'twhatitlookslike!" Chris yelped to his sister while still sitting in his step-mother's lap.

"Hi Chris." Sammy waved and smiled before making eye contact with her mother. "So Mom," she began as she started rocking on her heels, "I was wondering."

"Yes?", Roxanne said, waiting for her eldest daughter to go on.

"I JUST finished reading the last of my Warrior books," Samantha continued, "and I was wondering if we could go to the library sometime today so that I can get another one?"

A wry smile crossed Roxanne's lips. "Am I to assume that you'd prefer to go sooner as opposed to later?" she asked.

"Maybe...", Samantha smiled and bit her lip.

"Is this why you're already dressed up and out of your pajamas already?" Roxanne pressed.

Sammy stopped rocking on her heels and launched into an all out offensive. "It's just that Dad's asleep, and I know we won't have time after he gets up cuz we're having lunch with him and then doing family things all day, and I figured you'd want me to be reading during the summer anyways since I'm not in school and I figured I figured I figured-" Roxanne held up her free hand while holding Chris with the other.

"Have you even had breakfast yet?" Roxanne asked seriously.

"No," came back her daughter's sullen reply.

Roxanne took a deep breath and exhaled. "Go get some breakfast, and give me time to feed your brother and get dressed. THEN I'll take you to the library."

"Okay!" Samantha squeed, as she did a little hop. "Love you, Mom!" she added as she quickly reached around Chris and gave her mother a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. "Love you too, Chris!" she added. "Kissies!" she cooed as she gave her big brother a peck on the lips, adding "Mwah!" for effect.

"Tell Bri, too! See if she wants to go." Roxanne called after Sammy as the girl practically pranced out of the room and presumably to the kitchen.

"Kay kay!" Samantha's voiced echoed back.

Chris had sat dumbfounded through the whole exchange between his two family members. Samantha didn't seem at all disturbed or even surprised when she had seen her big brother, back home from college, in a baby's room, sitting in Roxanne's lap. She barely acknowledged him, and talked over him, too.

Dream or not, either of his two sisters walking in on him diapered and breastfeeding from his step-mom would have resulted in either an immediate return to consciousness, or it turning into a nightmare of accusations and all the uncomfortable questions that he had hoped never to be asked by a family member.

Instead, all he got was being witness to his sister asking to go to the library after breakfast.

THE FUCK KIND OF DREAM WAS THIS?!

And then a disturbing thought crossed his mind: Was it?

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