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    Q: why was the foot soldier sleeping during the day? A: because he wanted to become a knight.
  2. I believe I reposted my stories for this forum about, six months ago so, they should be here somewhere.
  3. The door to the shrine would only open on the night of the full moon.
  4. Sorry about that, I usually just post the text of a story. Wasn't quite awake when I posted the file.
  5. I remember the day well, July 17, 2006. That was the day that my old life ended and a most unusual, new life began. I was 13, just entering into teendom. I was both proud and sad. My parents were overjoyed that I was leaving my “kiddie” days behind me and entering into the pre-adult stage of my life. I was happy that they were happy but, I didn’t want to celebrate. All my life, I’ve felt younger than my physical years portrayed. I didn’t get along very well my peers and classmates. I was more at ease and happy when I was playing with kids half my age or younger. My parents were worried that as I reached my 13th year, I might be branded as a predator because of my desire to socialize with younger kids. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. Despite my advancing into puberty, I had no interest in the “fairer sex” or, any sex for that matter. I had heard about masturbation from sex-ed class but had never tried it. I just had no interest in it at all. This didn’t stop people from assuming that I had and was just in denial. It was about this time when I first became curious about diapers. Oh, I had seen babies getting changed before but, I always felt something strange when I saw it. Figuring out what that feeling was what lead me to exploring diapers and infantilism. I was a good kid so, I never stole any diapers from anywhere but, I did find that I could purchase a “sample” pack, containing 2 diapers. I bought a sample pack and kept them in my room, hidden under the bottom drawer in my dresser. I really thought that I was clever in choosing my hiding spot, typical “kid” logic. They sat in that hiding spot for nearly six months because I could never find a time to try them out. Though I was 13, my parents didn’t think I was old enough to be left home alone so, they hired a “babysitter”. The thought of someone coming over to take care of me, sent images of them diapering and feeding me a baby bottle, flying through my mind. Nothing happened, of course but, it didn’t stop me from imagining it. Let’s talk about my parents. Mom and Dad were basically good people. They never abused, neglected or, starved me. They really did care about me but, they didn’t really know me. I was always very private and didn’t like to talk about myself. Sharing my personal thoughts with anyone terrified me. In fact, there was only really one person who knew much but, not all, about me, my best friend, Max. Being my only close friend, I spent a lot of time at his house and, he at mine. We were so close that, when my mom and dad had to leave for a week on a business, I asked to stay at Max’s house for the week. My parents were dubious about it but, Max endorsed the idea enthusiastically. He pushed his parents to let me stay and they eventually said, ok. This was all planned months in advance. Since it was in July, Max and I worked out a schedule, to make the most of our week. On the day before my parents dropped me off, Max and I spent the day horsing around and talking about how much fun we were going to have. We dreamed of adventures like, finishing the fort we’d started the year before. We thought that maybe this would be the year we’d catch “Old Man Carp”, the largest fish we’d ever seen in the pond which lay near the fort. I barely slept that night so, when my mom came to get me up, I was a little slow. It took me five minutes to realize what was happening. After that, I was WIDE awake. I scarffed my cereal so fast that, milk and cereal bits flew everywhere. My mom made a joke about me needing a bib. Man, I’m glad she couldn’t see me blush. I was so hyped about my week at Max’s that I don’t think I ever moved that fast in my life. I was packed and waiting in the car before my parents even put their first suitcase in the car. We were on the road after a few, last minute checks like bathroom, and “head on straight”. Max’s family only lived a mile and a half out of town, an easy walk for either Max or me but, with my bags, clothes, toys and, games, my parents decided to just drop me off. I was sure I could’ve made the trek but, you know parents. Eager to get our itinerary under way, Max and I unpacked my stuff in the blink of an eye. I said my good-byes to my mom and dad then, raced Max to his bedroom. We stared off with a marathon of Royal Combat Arena, our favorite 1 vs. 1 fighting game. By the time we on our 20th match, we noticed the fading light outside. Deciding that we needed to stretch our legs before his parents called a halt to outside activities, for the day, we raced around the back yard for a while. We avoided the edge of the woods and pond. We didn’t dare go in there that close to dark. One summer, we snuck into the woods after sunset and got lost. You do not wanna know how much trouble we were in. I couldn’t sleep on my back for two days. On top of that, Max and I were each grounded for a week though, it felt more like a year to a couple of 10-year olds. Finally, Max’s mom called us in for dinner. We were less than two feet in the door when Max’s dad stopped us. He looked us up and down and told us to strip. He had a voice that was like a commandment from the heavens. He didn’t even have to raise the volume. You just knew he meant business. We stripped down to our skivvies and were escorted upstairs, to shower. Max took the regular bathroom. I, on the other hand, was taken into the master bath. The one in Max’s parent’s room. I came out of the bathroom, towels on both my head and around my waist. As I exited the bedroom, I heard Max and his parents talking. “Well Maximillion? What do you think? We know how you felt about Lyla but, I think he’ll work out better.” Max’s dad said. I never got to hear Max’s response because the floor creaked as I tried to back up and, everything went silent. Max’s mom poked her head out of the room, smiling. She signaled for me to come in. Max’s parents left saying, “Just think about it kiddo.” I asked Max what the conversation was about. He told me that his parents wanted to get a dog but, he still missed his old one, Lyla. As long as I had known Max, he’d never owned a dog. I asked him when he had owned a dog and he told me that it was before his family had moved to town. I took the answer at face value and changed the subject because he looked sad. We stayed up for a couple more hours before passing out. I woke up later, having to go to the bathroom. I felt my way through the dark (I knew Max’s house almost as well as my own), finally making it to the regular bathroom. After closing the door and flipping on the light, I sat down on the toilet, too tired to “aim”. I don’t know how long I sat there because I fell asleep. As I reached down for my underwear (it was way too hot for pajamas) and pulled them up, I thought I heard a baby crying. The sound was so soft and it ended quickly that, I wasn’t sure I’d heard it at all. Drowsy, I made my way back to Max’s room. I was still, really tired. As sleep overtook me, I swore I smelled baby powder but, the thought was razed from my mind as my head hit the pillow. The next morning, I woke up and Max wasn’t in his bed. I headed downstairs and find max, lying in front of the television, watching cartoons. He had a bowl of oatmeal in his hands. He looked up at me and swallows a mouthful of oatmeal before yelling, “MOM, Jason’s up!” Max’s mom called me into the kitchen. As I moved to respond, Max game me a thumbs-up and shoveled a heaping spoon of oatmeal into his mouth. In the kitchen, Max’s mom was standing by the microwave. As I walked over to her, the microwave dinged and she opened it. From inside, she pulled a steaming bowl of oatmeal. I smelled cinnamon. Normally, I really don’t like oatmeal but, I thought I’d be nice and eat it. After all, She was allowing me to spend a week at her house. What was a little gooey paste to that. Besides, it was cinnamon and spice. That alone made it more edible. I thanked her and took the bowl of lumpy goo into the living room. I sat down next to Max and took a huge spoonful of the stuff, hoping to get it over with quicker. Max smiled at me. The first mouthful tasted amazing! I dug into the bowl with vigor and max giggled before saying, “Mom’s oatmeal is the best! It’s not from a box, she makes it from scratch.” I finished the bowl in record time. Looking over to the television, I saw that max had Dora the Explorer on, a little kid’s show. I didn’t think much of it because it was just the way Max was. He liked a lot of “little kid” stuff but, a lot of things that I liked as well so, it was cool. Max seemed pretty into the show that he hadn’t wiped his face off and , had a ring of oatmeal around his mouth. As if on cue, Max’s mother walked into the living room with something in one hand. She went up to Max and swiped the thing (which turned out to be a washcloth), across Max’s face, utterly removing the oatmeal. She turned to me, washcloth in hand. Now, I have to admit, I did have some oatmeal on my face but, I didn’t need to be cleaned up like a toddler in a highchair. I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth which, ushered a response from Max’s mom “Now it’s all over your hands.” To which, she took my arm and wiped it down, along with my face. Again, I didn’t want to seem inhospitable, seeing as I was a guest. When we were clean to her satisfaction, she ordered us upstairs to dress. Realizing that we were wasting time, we hurtled each other, trying to be the first to dress. Max beat me to the bedroom, claiming victory. He then excused himself to go to the toilet. Outside the room I heard him yell, “Mom, we’re out of wipes!” I thought for a moment as my head tried to wrap itself around the wording. Had he really just called toilet paper, wipes? I didn’t have time to dwell on the thought as I hurried to get my clothes on before Max got back. Just as I walked out, into the hall and yelled for Max to hurry, he came, screeching out of the bathroom and blew right by me. All I saw was his Spiderman themed underwear as he ran into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. I tried the door, only find it was locked. I didn’t understand what the big deal was. When we dressed for gym, we’d both seen each other naked. I let it go as Max just being Max. I’d reached the bottom of the stairs when Max caught up with me. We went into the back yard and headed into the nearby woods, to work on our fort. We’d gathered junk for an entire summer to assemble that thing. We got sidetracked later that summer when we got punished for getting lost. We kinda forgot about it after that. With a week at our disposal, it seemed the best time to finish it. After we left the yard, I thought I had left my Swiss army knife on the back steps. I turned around to see if I could spot it. In the distance, I saw what looked like a rusty, metal door, leading into the basement where I had never noticed one before. Remember, Max and I had spent a lot of time at each other’s houses. I knew pretty much the exact layout of Max’s house, including the basement. I had never seen any outside access to the basement before. I stopped in my tracks and turned to Max, calling out to him. “Hey Max!” I shouted. Max turned and looked at me questiongly then, trotted back to me. “What’s up?” He asked “Where’s that metal door go to?. I’ve been in your basement tons of times but, I don’t remember seeing an outside access to it.” He looked to the house then, back to me. “What metal door?” He actually seemed confused. “That one…” I turned back around and found the door gone. There wasn’t a trace of it. I told myself that it had just been an illusion. Still, something at the back of my mind kept insisting that the door had been real. For the rest of the day, we worked on the fort. Max’s dad came out around dusk, to escort us back to the house. Now, I was bummed to have to go inside but Max, he seemed genuinely upset like, on the verge of crying. His dad took him aside when we got back and, they talked privately for a minute. After that, he seemed to be his old self again. That night, Max and I took separate showers again but, this time, Max took forever for his shower. I banged on the door and didn’t hear an answer. Max’s mom told me that sometimes, Max liked to take really long showers but, he’d be out in a bit. An hour passed and sure enough, Max came strolling into the living room. The minute he walked up to me, I could tell something was different. He was wearing a pair of footed pajamas. That wasn’t the only thing though. When he walked up, I could swear I heard crackling like, a plastic shopping bag or…like my toddler cousin’s DIAPER? I looked down at Max’s crotch and yep, diaper bulge. Max saw the look in my eyes as I stared at his padded crotch and, he started crying. He began bawling and ran from the room, crying for his “Mommy”. I didn’t know what to say. My best and only friend was wearing a diaper and baby pajamas. Suddenly, the pieces in the puzzle began to fit. Why we had taken showers in separate rooms. What I had seen that morning wasn’t underwear, they were pull-up diapers. It didn’t make sense though. Max, I and, the rest of the boys in our class, all dressed for gym in the same room. There was no way Max could’ve hidden if he was wearing pull-ups or especially diapers. Not with all the other boys in the same room. I didn’t care if Max had to wear diapers, he was still my best friend and the coolest kid I knew. I got up and ran after him, finally finding him in his parents bedroom but, what I found shocked me silent. Max was curled up in his mom’s arms, sucking on a baby bottle. I just stood there, mouth wide, eyes as big as dinner plates. Max’s mom glared daggers at me. She put a finger up to her lips then, drew it across her throat. Even at my age, I knew what she was saying, “Quiet or Die!”. Max’s eyes were closed and his mother gently rocked him until it looked like he had fallen asleep. She carefully laid him on her bed then, signaled for me to leave the room. Not wanting to upset her, I did as she silently commanded. Out in the hall, I watched as she slipped out the room and quietly closed the door. She trained her gaze on me, eyes nearly glowing red. I involuntarily swallowed and started to cough. Instantly, her hand was over my mouth. She lifted me into her arms and hurriedly carried me downstairs, into the kitchen. When we got there, I saw Max’s dad, sitting at the table, looking very upset and concerned. “John, we have a problem.” Max’s mom said. Max’s dad looked up. He had a look of grim resolution on his face. “Yea, I saw this coming. I talked to Max about it and I told him that it would not make a difference. Well Jason, will it?” He asked. I thought about it and realized, he was asking me the same question that I had asked myself, not five minutes before. I was still a bit nervous about the whole “baby-bottle” thing. After taking a deep breath, I gave him the same answer I had come too earlier. “No sir. Max is my friend. While I’m not sure what’s going on here. It doesn’t change that he’s my friend. I don’t care if he has to wear diapers, no matter the reason. The bottle is a little weird but, I don’t like him any less because of it.” I puffed my chest out, to show that I meant every word. As I watched, they looked at each other, took a deep breath and, let it out in a long, slow sigh. “You have no idea what that means to us Jason. Max is a very special boy and is very sensitive about his sacrifice.” Max’s mom sat down and gestured for me to do so as well. Please understand, boys my age are incurably curious. If you put a mystery in front of them, most will spend every waking moment, trying to solve it. Max’s dad was right. No matter how they tried to hide this, the clues would tantalize and irritate me until I figured out what was happening. “What do you mean, sacrifice? I asked. They looked at each other again, nodded then, turned back to me. “If we tell you what’s going on, you cannot tell ANYONE! Do I make myself clear young man?” Max’s dad looked more serious than I ever seen him before. I gave it serious thought before nodding “So long as my friend isn’t being hurt or , in any danger then, I agree.” I gave them my most serious face “Fine. I have a couple of questions before I tell you the entire story. Please answer them truthfully. Jason, did you learn about early civilizations like the Romans or the Native Americans?” He began. I nodded, remembering some of my world history class. “You also learned that they worshiped gods other than the one you learned about in Sunday school?” Again, I nodded “Well, the people who first lived here, long before we Europeans came, worshiped a goddess called Nahuri. She was the protector of children and the goddess of youth. When the Europeans came, they pushed out or simply killed all of Nahuri’s people and she was extremely angry. For years, after this area was colonized by the Europeans, children would go missing for no reason. People who harmed children would be found dead with expressions of terror on their faces. About one hundred and fifty years ago, while my ancestor was building this house, he found a shrine to Nahuri, buried here. The night after he found the shrine, Nahuri visited him in her dreams and made him an offer. Nahuri demanded a sacrifice for the deaths and displacement of her people. In return for the sacrifice, Nahuri would protect this place entire area and all those who dwelt here.” My mind went in a thousand directions. A sacrifice? In my mind, that meant killing someone as an offering and my face betrayed those thoughts. “No Jason, this was not a sacrifice of blood or life but, of youth. You see, every full moon, Max has to go to the shrine and offer himself, willingly, to be taken care off as Nahuri’s child. He spends a week being treated as a baby, to satisfy Nahuri’s conditions. Only an hour passes in the world but for Max, a week goes by. The after effects are that for several days after he comes back, he still basically a baby even though his body is that of a 11 year old boy. He was upset because he thought you wouldn’t be his friend anymore if you knew he had to wear diapers and the like. Do you understand, Jason?” I nodded though, my mind was blown. “But, what happens when Max grows up? He won’t be a kid forever. Will Nahuri still want him as her baby?” I asked, concerned for my friend. “That’s just it Jason, Max will NEVER grow up. Do you remember? I told you that Nahuri was the protector of children and the goddess of YOUTH! Jason, when I told you that my ancestor found the shrine, I lied, sort of. My name is Johnathan Ambros and, I founded this town over one hundred and fifty years ago. Max was 11 years old when the deal with Nahuri was struck and, he has remained 11 years old since then. Max is such a good student because he has been alive for over a century but, because of Nahuri, he still has the mind of an 11 year old boy.” My jaw was hanging on the ground in shock. Max’s dad’s eyes hardened as he told me the next part. “Jason, this next part is something I want you to consider very carefully. We know about your home life. We know that your parents, while good people, do not really understand you. We also know about your interest in being a baby. We’ve been watching you since you became friends with Max. Max, you see, never wanted to be the sacrifice but, agreed to it to keep his family and everyone in the area, safe from Nahuri’s wrath. He was always a good boy and I am proud of him. Now, all he really wants, is to live a normal life and grow up but, he can’t. Nahuri will not let him go unless she receives a replacement. I want you to understand that, you’re not the first person we’ve made this offer too. Many years ago, we found a girl named Lyla. She came from a bad home and we took her in for a while. She discovered our secret because, she could see the door that leads to the shrine. Only those who are acceptable to Nahuri, can see the door. Lyla though, did not want to be the sacrifice. We cannot compel anyone to take Max’s place so, she left us not long after. Since then, we’ve been searching for a replacement. When you became friends with Max, I kept my eye on you. I’ve seen you crying because you don’t feel you fit in with your age group. My wife noticed how you linger around the baby isle when you go shopping with your mother. Then, there was the day I came over to talk to your father about a barbecue. I saw you run from your bedroom into the bathroom down the hall. I noticed that there was a bit of white, plastic, sticking out of your pajama bottoms. It was then that I began to question your parents, subtly. After a while, I realized, they had no clue how unhappy you were. That’s when I decided that you might accept being Max’s replacement. Now again, we can’t force you into this. The decision has to be yours and, you’re free to say no.” I was too stunned to speak then, I heard a baby crying. It sounded just like the one I had heard, the night before. Suddenly, it struck me, the baby I heard was Max! My heart went out to my friend, condemned to a life that he never wanted but I, would give anything to have. I looked at Max’s dad, my decision firm in my mind. “Yes, you’re right. I love my mom and dad but, they’re clueless. I’ve tried to tell them about me wanting to be a baby but, they’ve either chosen to ignore it or, they just don’t understand. Max may have to go to this willingly but, I see that he is basically forced into it. I’ll do it, I’ll take Max’s place.” I said, getting it out in one breath. Thus began the changeover. We planned to do the change on the next full moon. I stayed over on the day before and the day of the full moon. On the day before, I saw the door and wanted to check out the shrine but, Max told me, it wouldn’t open until the night of the full moon. On the night of the full moon, I hugged my friend good-bye and opened the metal door. The stone steps lead down into a dark area. Swallowing my fear and excitement, I walked down the stairs, closing the door behind me. As I reached the bottom, my fear seemed to vanish as a gentle warmth surrounded me. I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and looked up. A woman, maybe in her 30’s to 40’s, stood there, smiling at me. She gave me her hand and we walked into the dark. Eventually, we came to a lit area where there was a nursery. My eyes lit up at seeing a crib, changing table, high chair and everything else you would need to take care of a baby. The woman lifted me onto the table and removed my clothes. My legs were lifted into the air and a soft, crinkling diaper was slipped under me. I was about to question where an ancient goddess got plastic diapers when, she placed a finger on my lips and shushed me. I felt as if someone were whispering in my head. “Do not question. I am timeless and for my baby, this is what he expects. This is what he is happiest with so, this is what is.” The voice consoled me and relaxed me. I gave myself up to the joy that filled me as she carried me over to a rocking chair and held me against her shoulder, rocking me to sleep. Max only went to Nahuri for a week so, that’s what I expected to happen. Much to my surprise, I had a choice. It seems that a week was the minimum that Nahuri would accept but me, I never wanted it to end. Years later, a single woman and her young son, moved into Max’s house. The boy seemed normal except that he was incontinent. He lived a life and made friends despite his handicap. In public, the boy seemed just an average boy but at home, he was always, his mother’s baby. After a few years, the woman and her child moved on. Years after that, another single mother and her son move in. The cycle repeated for a very…long…time. P.S. If you’re wondering what happened to my parents? Nahuri allowed them to forget the boy they never really knew and they had a daughter, years later. They were happy and, so was I.
  6. Hi! My name is Allen. Before I start my story, let me give you a little background on my life. I’m 10 years old, I live in a small town (no, I’m not gonna tell you where, sheesh, think I’m stupid?). I like school, computer games, hanging with my friends, sci-fi movies and books. I’ve also always wanted to be a baby again. Yea, I know how that sounds. I can’t explain it but, the thought of sitting in a play pen, wearing a diaper and sucking on a pacifier, makes me feel safe and happy. Don’t ask me why cause, I already told ya I can’t explain it. I’ve just been this way since as far back as I can remember. My parents told me, I was a terror to potty train and I was almost 5 years old when they finally got me to give up diapers (for a short while). I must have been like 6 ½ (it’s hard to remember) when I felt the desire to be a baby again. I don’t have any brothers or sisters so, I couldn’t steal diapers from them. My friends however, they had younger brothers and sisters, some of them still in diapers so, the first time I could, I swiped one and hid it in my room, under my dresser. This caused a problem though. The diaper began to stink after a couple of days and since I was not a bed-wetter, my parents knew something was up. My mom found my the diaper and questioned me on it. Being a little kid, my lying skills weren’t that good and eventually, she got the truth out of me. That night, she “discussed” the day’s events with my dad. The spanking I got from my dad left me with a sore butt and a dire warning. I was told that if they found another diaper, dry, wet or, God forbid, messy, I wouldn’t be able to sit down for a month. When my dad delivered the warning, I was so scared that I actually wet myself. I was terrified because I had another diaper in my room, hidden in a better spot. I crawled into a corner and began to cry, wetting my pants while I huddled in the corner. My parents were so shocked by this that they tried to calm me down but, I was too scared. Before this, neither my mom or dad had ever spanked me and, the one my dad had just delivered really hurt. I was terrified of how bad a worse spanking would be. No matter what they tried, I just sat in the corner and howled like a wounded dog. I don’t know how much time passed but eventually, I wore myself out. My dreams were horrible. I had nightmares before but, nothing like that night. I saw myself, bent over my dad’s lap and a board with nails being used to spank me while my mom and dad told me how bad I was for wanting to wear a diaper. I woke up in my bed and immediately realized that I was wearing a diaper. I heard something move in the shadows and saw a figure stand up and walk towards me. When the figure moved into the light of my nightlight, I saw it was my mother! My little kid brain put two and two together and I threw myself backwards, away from my mom, crying about how I didn’t put the diaper on. Terror filled my heart as my mom walked over and sat down on the bed. She lifted me up and pulled me into her arms. I was still shaking and crying as she held me to her chest and began to rub my back. Suddenly, I could hear that SHE was crying and that made me sad. I still loved my parents but, I was afraid that they didn’t love me anymore because I wanted to be a baby again. I hugged her and between sobs, told her not to cry. She hugged me tighter and told me she and dad were sorry for scaring me. My emotions were all over the place and I couldn’t control them. Anxiety, Fear, Sadness, Love, it was overwhelming and my little kid body just kinda, couldn’t cope. I peed myself right there, in mom’s arms. A new wave of fear ran through me but, my mom didn’t move. She just kept hugging me and told me that she and dad were sorry. I don’t think she even noticed that I’d wet myself. We were both emotionally exhausted and fell asleep in my bed. Mom was up before me and, wasn’t there when I woke up again. When I woke up, I was wearing another diaper and I noticed an open pack of disposables on the floor, next to my bed. I didn’t know what to do. The nightmares of the night before had faded a little and while, I was still scared, it wasn’t as bad. I crept out of my room, trying to make as little noise as possible (my little kid brain forgetting about the crinkling of my diaper). I heard talking, coming from the living room, three voices so, crawled up to the edge of the living room. I stayed close to the wall and listened. My mom and dad were talking to a lady that I couldn’t see but, her voice sounded really familiar. After a minute of listening but, not understanding most of what was being said, everything went quiet. My brain couldn’t put together why they had stopped talking. It was the crinkle of the diaper that gave me away and put a quick halt to their conversation. My dad called my name and I was scared. I started inching my way back towards my bedroom. He turned the corner and stood, right in front of me. My stomach dropped right there and again, I wet myself. I wanted to run but, my body wouldn’t work, I just froze. He picked me up and I could see that HE had been crying. This stunned me so much that I stopped being afraid. My mind tried to get a grip on the fact that my dad, the strongest man in the world (at least in my opinion at the time) and a Big Person, had been crying. It was too much for me, I was in shock. He pulled me up to his chest and hugged me like he’d never hugged me before, holding me there and begging my forgiveness. He carried me out to the living room and set me down on the couch, between him and mom. I didn’t see anyone else in the room and looked around, confused. Suddenly, a voice called my name. It came from the phone on the table (I saw it as the thing that we used to talk to my grandparents when we were far away). It was right then that, I recognized the voice. It was Mrs. Johansson, my nursery school teacher. Mrs. Johansson did her best to explain stuff but I was still a little overwhelmed. Mom told me that we were all going to Mrs. Johansson’s home to talk to her and that everything would be ok. The next day, we went to Mrs. Johansson’s home/office (it turned out that she was a child psychologist and my parents called her after I had fallen asleep the second time). The conversation was a little over my head, at the time but, I was told that, I wasn’t a bad boy for wanting to be a baby again and that I Could be a baby sometimes but, not all the time. I was ok with that and I was really happy that my parents did love me and weren’t mad at me anymore. My parents let me play baby, off and on for the next few years and eventually, though the need never really went away, I only needed to be little, every now and again. I still have the feelings and, they’ve been explained to me now so I understand them. I like feeling little once in a great while but I still wanna be a big kid most of the time. I’m just a regular kid that likes to be little sometimes and my parents accept it and that, is all that matters in the end.
  7. Push-button babies     Dianna, Tom, and Dave had been walking for what seemed like hours. It was cold, dark, and the woods all looked the same, they were lost for sure. Dianna turned to Dave and said, "Well, I hope you're happy, "Mr. I Can't Get Lost". This is your fault, if you'd just stopped and asked for directions, we wouldn't be tromping through the woods on this beastly night!" "Oh now, who told me they were in a hurry and had to pee? I could've asked directions if you hadn't insisted on finding a gas station." Dave said sarcastically "Will you two cut it out? It's bad enough we're lost. Let's not get into a blaming contest." Said Tom, trying to catch his breath Suddenly, Dave spotted something through the trees. An old cabin. Probably deserted for quite a while, from it's dilapidated looks. "Hey! There's a cabin up ahead, we can probably shack up there for the night and find our way back in the morning." They walked up to the worn and weathered door of the cabin and tried to open it, but it wouldn't move. "What the hell? It's stuck." Dianna said "Here, let me try it, little missy" Tom said with a very fake John Wayne accent. Dianna and Dave rolled their eyes and began looking around while Tom worked on forcing the door open. They searched for the better part of half an hour when Dianna shouted for them to come see what she had found. Dianna pointed at a small board that looked out of place on the dilapidated building. They pried it off and were amazed at what they saw. Under the board was a metallic control board with several flashing buttons on it. Only one of them was labeled though. The brown button clearly said, "DOOR", on it. Dave quickly pushed it and they heard a loud click from the front of the cabin. When they opened the cabin, they gasped in shock. The inside was very clean and looked extremely modern. There was wall to wall carpet, a large sofa, two padded arm chairs, and a floor lamp. Dianna, who had been trying not to wet herself for the last hour, rushed in and began searching the small cabin for a bathroom. She ducked through one of the doors leading from the living room and a few minutes later, Dave and Tom heard a flushing sound. When Dianna finally came out, she had a look of extreme relief on her face. Dave laughed, "Almost peed yourself, huh? Maybe we should have packed diapers for you sis." Dianna gave Dave a withering look and replied, "Oh really? I seem to recall that you weren't potty trained till you were 5 years old, LITTLE BROTHER!" Tom quickly got between them again, "Ok, we all know about each other's "toileting problems", let's not bring that up again. We're warm, and drying off now, let's just relax and find out what's with this weirdo cabin." They all agreed and sat down on the comfortable furniture. Tom glanced around the room and noticed that there was another section of wall that didn't quite match the surrounding wallpaper. He walked up and felt around it for an access. As soon as he pressed on the panel, it slid back and up, revealing another control panel, but none of the buttons were labeled as the door button had been. Curious as to what the buttons were actually for, tom pushed one of the dark green ones and suddenly the sound of gears and motors running filled the room. "What the heck's going on Tom? What did you do?" Dianna looked over to Tom, clearly annoyed Before anyone could get another word our, the floor began to shake. They looked down at the floor and were amazed to see the carpet change color from the light brown it had been, to a dark, forest green. "Aw cool!" Tom said Dianna looked upset and glared at Tom. "Don't go pushing any more buttons. We don't know what they do and it could be dangerous." Tom and Dave both agreed to leave the buttons alone. "We'd better take a look around this place. You know? This cabin looks much larger from the inside. Weird, isn't it?" Dianna said The three of them split up, Dave went to the basement, Tom to the upstairs and Dianna checked out the first floor. Dave found that the basement was stocked with buttons and some appliances. There was a washer, dryer, and a tall, thin machine he couldn't figure out what it did. The machine had a control panel with a numbered knob. Dave remembered Dianna's warning about pushing buttons, so didn't touch anything. He turned to leave and was startled by Tom, standing right behind him. He fell back into the mystery machine, hitting the control panel. The machine began humming and suddenly they heard Dianna begin screaming curses at the top of her lungs. They ran upstairs, following the sound of Dianna's shouting. When they entered the room, they almost burst out laughing. Dianna was standing there, dressed in a very short, "little girl's" dress. The hem of the dress was so short that they could see a pair of thick underpanties as well. Dianna looked at the two, glaringly. "If either one of you says a word, or tells anyone this happened, I swear, I'll tear off your sacks and shove them up your noses." Dave immediately fell to the floor, laughing. "Guess you're my "little sister" now, huh?" Dianna ran up and kicked Dave right in the privates. She then turned away from them and began crying. Tom walked up to her and placed his arm on her shoulder. "Hey, Dave was only kidding. It's ok. We know you're more mature than that. Now, tell us what happened." Slowly, her crying subsided. She even managed a quiet apology to Dave, which he accepted, feeling he really did deserve it. After a few minutes, she composed herself. "It was so sudden. I was looking over this room, when I heard a whirring and two arms popped out of the wall. They undressed me and quick as a flash, put this stupid thing on me and took my clothes. I didn't touch anything, so why did this happen?" Dave and Tom hung their heads, then Tom said, "I think it might be our fault in part. I didn't find anything upstairs but a lot of empty, so I went down to the basement to check on Dave. He was looking, but not touching this weird machine. He turned around so suddenly that I must have startled him. He fell backwards and onto it's controls. There was a humming and then we heard you scream, we're sorry." Dianna looked at them for a moment and then said, "Lets go have a look at this machine, I wanna know where my clothes are. I feel ridiculous in this costume." They all went back downstairs to the basement. Dave showed them the machine controls. the numbers on the dial went from 1 to 30 but, it was set on number 3. There was still no indication as to what the machine actually controlled. Suddenly, Tom had an idea. "Dianna, go back up to the room you were in and wait there, I have a plan." Tom said, while studying the panel. "Alright." she said, "But be careful, remember, this is my dignity we're dealing with. I don't wanna end up in something worse." "Don't worry, I've believe I understand what this thing does." Dianna walked back up to the first floor and found the room she had been investigating before. She yelled down to the duo in the basement, and Tom turned the dial to Dianna's actual age, 19. The machine began humming again and Dianna yelled then gave a shout of joy. A few seconds later, she came running down the stairs in her old clothes. She ran up to Tom and gave him a kiss. "Whatever you did, thanks a lot. I'm glad to be out of that costume." Tom blushed and said, "I figured that the machine is the control for that room, probably a bed or dressing room. The dial on the machine is the age of the occupant. You just happened to be in the room when the controls were activated. If it had been set on, say thirty, you probably would have been dressed in a house dress and heels. You're just lucky the dial wasn't turned any further or you would have ended up in diapers and a footed sleeper." They all gave a nervous laugh, and it was Dianna's turn to blush.. They all went back up stairs and sat down, the day had been very trying so they decided to stay the night here, (without touching anything) and try to find civilization in the morning. As they slept, a strange humming began to circulate in the house. Bleeps and boops rang out every now and again. Down in the basement, the "dressing" machine's dial began turning backwards, 19, 18, 15, 10, 8, 4, 2, and stopped. Chapter 2 They all awoke to strange noises coming from what was assumed to be the kitchen, though they hadn't found any food in it the day before. They crept up to the archway and peeked into the kitchen. At the counter top were two mechanical arms, chopping carrots, celery, onions, and dicing a chicken breast. The trio slowly walked into the room to watch the arms do their thing. A panel on the counter slid aside and a blender rose out of the hole. The arms dumped the carrots, celery, onions, and chicken into the blender and liquefied it. "Alright, who touched a button?" Dianna said Both boys replied they hadn't touched anything since the previous night. As they stood, watching the kitchen go through it's paces, a red light emerged from the ceiling and began shining on them, going up and down their bodies. Dianna was the first to turn around and see the light as it retreated back into the ceiling. "What the heck is going on here? What was that red light?" Dianna was suddenly cut off as, what appeared to be a dressmaker's dummy rolled out of one of the back rooms, straight toward them. As it approached, mechanical arms emerged from the shoulder of the dummy and began grabbing at Dianna. Tom and Dave ran to help Dianna but they were shoved away as if the thing was swatting flies. The dummy picked up Dianna and rolled toward the wall, which opened up and quickly closed after it entered. Tom and Dave picked themselves up off the floor, ran to the wall, and began pounding on it, calling for Dianna. The dummy held Dianna tight as she struggled to free herself. It moved quickly down the inky black passage. It then stopped and placed her on a table. Before she could run, manacles clamped down on her arms and legs, and straps were tightened over her chest. She twisted and wriggled, trying to get loose, but froze when a deep mechanical voice spoke to her, out of the darkness. "Do not struggle child. This is for your own good. We wouldn't want you injured." Who are you? I demand you release me right now. When I get my hands on you, you're gonna be one sorry bastard!" Dianna screamed The voice responded, "You are an excellent specimen. The right height, weight, and even the hair and eye color match the order perfectly. Yes, you'll do nicely. Computer, prepare the subject for the process." Dave and Tom pounded on the wall for several minutes, believing they could reach Dianna. Tired and frustrated, Tom slumped to the floor. "Cut it out Dave. We're not gonna get to her that way. We gotta find a different entrance or..." he stopped in mid sentence as an idea struck him. "CONTROLS! There's controls for everything in this freaking house! There's gotta be controls for this door, wall, whatever! Dave could see the logic in the assumption and both of them began to franticly search the walls, floors, and even the ceiling for more access panels. They searched every room in the house, basement to attic, until they came to the room where Dianna had encountered the "dressing machine". They hesitantly entered and found several control panels easily. Dave and Tom looked at each other and carefully, Tom reached out and pushed one of the buttons on the panel. A whirring sound filled the room, and both men ran for the door. There was a flash of red light as they exited the door and the whirring stopped. "Dude, this isn't gonna work, we can't run out of the room every time the dang thing starts up, we gotta see if it opens up a way to Dianna." Dave said Tom nodded. He knew his friend was right, They stirred up their courage and walked into the room. The control panel stood open and Tom pushed a white button. The whirring noise sounded again and the red light filled the room, then the noise went silent. Tom turned to Dave, who shrugged and pointed to the panel. Tom reached out to push another button when, mechanical arms slid out of the ceiling above them and held them firm. Tom was too shocked to respond, but Dave began thrashing and screaming. Another hand lowered out of the ceiling and shoved something into his mouth, effectively gagging him. Tom realized his friend's predicament and kept his mouth closed. Dave was screaming behind the gag as it expanded inside his mouth. The arms lifted them off the ground and they could hear something happening below them. They were lowered into what looked like huge cribs and held down against them by the huge mechanical arms Dave and Tom struggled against the arms, but were held tight. A feminine mechanical voice began to sing some strange soothing, wordless, lullaby. The more they fought, the more soothing and gentle the voice became, lulling them into a relaxed and submissive state. The arms released them and carefully began stripping their clothes off. As the arm reached down for Tom's underwear, he snapped out of the trance and bolted out of the room. Dave lay in the giant crib while the arms completely disrobed him and began to redress him in an extremely large version of a baby diaper. It had only two tapes and cartoon figures on the waistband. As Tom stood outside the room in his underwear, he heard the female mechanical voice call out to him from the room. "Don't fight it child, this is for your own good. Lost children should be cared for, and you are definitely too little to care for yourselves." "What the hell are you talking about? We're not babies, I'm twenty years old. Dianna, my girlfriend, is twenty two and her brother is almost eighteen. There's no way we could be considered babies or even children." "Physical age is unimportant. A child is a child even if their bodies are fifty years old. This domicile has been modified as a wayfarer station for children of all ages. You are children, as demonstrated by your actions, and shall be kept until suitable parents can be found for you. You, seem to be the most mature of your group, so your age shall be designated as four years." Chapter 3 Back in the hidden room, Dianna was struggling too, but also to no avail. "Let me go, you SOB!" "My, what a little potty mouth we have here. That will never do, your parents won't want their new baby spewing foul words at them." As the voice spoke, another mechanical arm came down out of the ceiling and produces what appeared to be a huge pacifier. Dianna's mouth was pried open and the pacifier was inserted, then her mouth was held shut while the insidious device was inflated so she couldn't remove it. The pacifier inflated so large that it almost made her gag, but it was certainly not coming out any time soon. Dianna's muffled screams and cries sounded more like the gurgling of a 10 month old, than the calls for help of an adult woman. Dianna thrashed and twisted, kicking at the mechanical arms that held her, but to no avail. The arms lifted her and then lowered her onto a large, padded table. Her arms and legs were restrained in manacles, effectively pinning her to the table. Seconds later, the manacles pulled in opposite directions, causing Dianna to become spread eagle on the table. The mechanical voice spoke over the intercom, "You'd better close your eyes little one, we wouldn't want to damage those beautiful baby blues of yours. A thin red light shot out from the ceiling and danced across her body. She could feel the heat and suddenly realized what was happening. She cried behind the pacifier as she felt her body hair being removed. She was turned over and the light again fell over her body, this time taking the remaining hair, leaving her with only the hair on her head. "You can open your eyes now, little one. We're finished, now it's time to get you dressed for your nap. You've had a trying day, and a nap will do you good." The mechanical voice said Dianna was indeed tired, but she struggled again as the metal arms adjusted her and began to wipe her down with baby wipes. She knew what was coming next, as she saw the huge diaper being lowered towards her. The arms lifted up her bottom and gently placed her onto the diaper. Suddenly she felt a cold hand on her privates and it began moving down to her bottom, spreading some kind of lotion on her, then the diaper was pulled up and carefully taped on. Dianna felt she couldn't possibly be more humiliated than she had been already. She was wrong She was quickly dressed in a footed sleeper. It had padded feet and mittens. The mittens seem to be slick on the inside but dry on the outside, she couldn't grasp anything. Next, what appeared to be a huge female mannequin, sitting in a rocking chair, rolled into the room. Dianna didn't want to even think what was going to happen next. The dummy picked her up from the table and effectively held her against it's shoulder. A lullaby began playing and the dummy started rocking in the chair. It's touch was as firm as it was gentle. It coddled her and caressed her back and bottom, just like a mother would with a real baby. Dianna eventually began to feel tired. She could hardly keep her eyes open. The dummy switched her to a cradling position and began to rub her tummy and face. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she felt a warm liquid entering her mouth. Her eyes shot open and it appeared that the dummy had removed the back of the pacifier and attached a huge baby bottle to it. The liquid filled her mouth and began to choke her. She tried to spit it out, but the pacifier prevented that, so she swallowed. The pacifier gave way and the liquid proceeded to her stomach. Then, more liquid filled her mouth. She could see that the only way to keep from choking on the stuff was to nurse on the bottle like a baby. It took some time, but Dianna finished the bottle. The bottle was removed and replaced by the regular back of the pacifier. Dianna was full and quite tired by now. The dummy placed her into a huge crib and raised the sides. There was some type of netting across the top, probably to prevent her from escaping, but she was far to tired to even attempt an escape. Chapter 4 Tom watched as Dave went through the same process as Dianna had just experienced. He was diapered, dressed in a sleeper, fed a bottle, and placed into an escape-proof crib. Tom was mesmerized as he watched Dave be put to sleep by the mechanical arms, rubbing his stomach and rocking the crib. He was watching so intently that he almost didn't hear the footsteps behind him. A vibration on the floor behind him shook him from his trance and he whirled around to see an old man and woman standing in front of him. He jumped back and took a defensive stance he had learned from his sensei. "Who the hell are you two? Are you the freaks in charge of this place?" he said, teeth clenched in hate "Now see here young man. That's no way to speak to your elders, but no, we're not in charge of this cabin. We just invented the original designs. This place was to be placed in New York city to be tested as a waystation for abandoned children and infants." The old woman said "Then why is it trying to make babies out of me and my friends?" "As I said, it was originally supposed to be set up for children and infants, but our partner decided to use it to make money by taking people and forcing them to become babies and children for certain clients. A rather lucrative deal. There are a lot of people who would pay great sums of money to have a teen or an adult to treat as a baby, strange as that may seem." Tom was about to wrap his hands around the guy's throat when he felt the sting of the taser the man had been hiding. Tom went down like a sack of potatoes. The last thing he heard before the darkness took him was the old woman, speaking in soothing tones. "Don't worry little one, you'll be much happier when you meet your new mommy and daddy." Chapter 5 When Diana woke up, she found herself laying in a gigantic crib. There were bars on the top, probably to prevent escape. Her arms were bound at the elbows, making it very difficult to do anything with them. She was dressed in a form fitting one piece sleeper and, from the bulge at her waist, a diaper. She shifted her weight and discovered a nasty surprise, the load in the back of her diaper squished and moved with her. The pacifier/gag prevented her from screaming, so only muffled cries sounded. When she began crying, a video monitor blipped on and two mannequin like hands extended down from the ceiling and opened the crib top. Before Diana could get up and make a run for it, a strap was placed over her chest and the hands began busying themselves with changing the diaper. While this was going on, an old woman appeared beside the crib and began stroking Diana's hair. "Well, hello there sunshine. It's good to see you're awake.” The old woman said Diana, still barely awake, struggled against the restraints, but without success. The old woman reached down and began to rub and pat Diana’s tummy. “Don’t fight it sweetie, you’ll feel better once your diaper is changed and you’ve got a full belly.” The fight was futile, Diana was soon rediapered and dressed in a onsie. The old woman reached down into the crib and placed mittens on Diana’s hands and soft, padded booties on her feet. With the help of the mechanical arms, a strap was placed above Diana’s elbows and pulled tight behind her, effectively restraining her arms. The old woman then surprised Diana by lifting her out of the crib and placing her in a stroller. Diana was wheeled out of the room, down the now lit hallway, and back into the kitchen. She saw Tom and Dave, both dressed just like her, sitting in highchairs, with bibs. They were being fed something, she couldn’t see exactly what though. There were stains on the bibs, as if they had moved around and the spoon missed their mouths. Seconds later, Diana was unstrapped from the stroller and placed into a highchair, next to her boyfriend and brother. A bib was tied around her neck and two mechanical hands lowered out of the ceiling with a sectioned plate and what looked like a baby spoon, the only difference was it was the size of a normal one. The pacifier suddenly began to deflate and the old woman pulled it from Diana’s mouth. The second it was out, Diana let out a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush. Suddenly one of the mechanical hands slipped a spoonful of some disgusting mush into her mouth. She was about to spit it out when a third hand came down and held her mouth shut. The old woman reached over and pinched Diana’s nose closed. “Might as well swallow your food sweetie. This and a bottle of formula are all you’re ever going to be eating from now on.” The old woman laughed and rubbed Diana’s tummy again Diana looked over to Tom and Dave, but the boys seemed to be in some stupor, they ate the mush without any resistance. “What did you do to them, you bitch?” she yelled at the old woman “You’ll be feeding just as easily in a moment. The food you just swallowed contains a depressant that mollifies babies so they can be cared for easier. It’s effects aren’t long lasting, but they are potent.” Diana found the old woman was right, she was beginning to feel drowsy and lethargic. Soon, she was eating just like Tom and Dave. She didn’t even care when she suddenly pooped herself. When the meal was over, three female dummies rolled into the kitchen and pulled Diana, Tom, and Dave, out of their highchairs. The three were carried into the nursery where Diana had been held earlier. Inside the nursery, there were three women, sitting on loveseats. The dummies dropped their charges in the hands of the women. Each woman pulled their baby close and slowly unstrapped their blouses. The three charges knew what was coming, but had no power to resist as the women slowly placed the nipples of their breasts into the three charges mouths. They were nursed and slowly fell asleep. Diana woke up some time later, she shook the cobwebs from her head and looked around. She immediately noticed that she wasn’t in the nursery she had been in before, it was a new one. She tried to sit up, but her muscles wouldn’t respond correctly, she grimaced, and suddenly realized, her teeth were gone. “How long was I out?” she thought to herself She tried to yell for help, and found that she couldn’t speak, only guttural noises came out. She thrashed about the crib, trying to get out or stand up, but it was no use. A few minutes later, a woman and man walked into the nursery. The woman bent down over the crib and gently rubbed Diana’s tummy. “Well hello there sweetie. It’s ok, Mommy’s here baby.” The woman reached down and unsnapped Diana’s onsie, exposing her wet and messy diaper. Diana was shocked to find she hadn’t even realized she was wet and messy. The woman cooed and patted Diana in the most babyish way as she changed her diaper and redressed her in the onsie. Once she was clean, Diana looked up at the man and woman questioningly. They looked at each other then back down to Diana. “I’m your new Mommy.” The woman said “This is Daddy, we adopted you from the agency. We know you weren’t a baby when you went into the cabin, but you will be our baby now. There are lots of people out there, who can’t either have or adopt children, so this is our only recourse. You’ll learn to love it here. In a few weeks, the drug regimen will make you a little bit smaller and more babylike. It costs us a small fortune, but it’s worth it to have you with us honey.” Diana tried to ask where Dave and Tom were, but all that came out was, “Harr ss dom nd dabe?” The woman smiled as she lifted Diana out of the crib. “Oh look honey.” She said, turning to her husband “She wants to know where her little playmates are. Isn’t that sweet?” Her husband nodded and said, “You don’t have to worry about your friends pumpkin, they’re safe and sound with their own mommies and daddies. I’m afraid that you won’t be seeing them for a while though. They live on the other side of the country and the agency reunion won’t be for six months, to allow the drug regimen to take full effect and the babies to get used to their new lives.” The woman bounced Diana in her arms then took her over to a padded rocking chair. She sat down, with Diana on her lap and began to unbutton her blouse, then her nursing bra. Diana remembered the old nursery and the breast feeding she had been forced to endure. She tried to fight, but it didn’t help, the woman’s nipple was slipped into Diana’s waiting mouth and the rich breast milk flowed. Diana was held so close that she had to swallow or drown. Diana lay there on the woman’s lap, nursing, but in her mind, she was screaming, which soon turned into the panicked wail of a newborn baby.
  8. I'm afraid that I never did anything else with this story. It was ended at their exit.
  9. Mommy and Daniel Standing there, among all his closest relatives, Daniel's embarrassment grew and grew. His mistress had commanded him into humiliating situations before but, none with such dire consequences as this. If any of his family discovered his secret, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to face them again. He shifted his weight to his right leg and the crinkle from beneath his trousers sounded like a twenty-one gun salute...to him. Three of the women at the gathering had toddlers, either with them or at home. Daniel was determined to avoid these woman at all costs. His mistress however, would not allow that. She immediately headed over to his cousin, Amanda, dragging him along by his shirt collar. As they approached the woman, carrying her 28 month old son in her arms, Mistress whispered into Daniel's ear. "If you leave my side, little boy. I will pull your shirt over your head, exposing your rubbers for everyone to see. Do you understand?" "Yes mistress." he whispered back She kissed him gently on the cheek and said, "Good boy." Amanda greeted them casually, as she moved the toddler from arm to arm. His mistress began the conversation by asking how Amanda's family was doing and what progress there had been in the "toilet training" front. Amanda went into detail how her "little man" was nearly trained and rarely wet his diaper anymore. "It must be a load off your mind to know you won't have to change diapers soon." Mistress said, smiling "Oh my yes. Once Jason is potty trained, I hope not to change another diaper until I have grandkids." Amanda laughed and began bouncing Jason on her hip. "I've got a friend who's son is almost school age and still has no interest in training." Mistress said, patting Daniel's padded rear to emphasize the point "She better get on the ball then." Amanda said, looking shocked "Most kindergartens won't even take kids in diapers anymore." As Mistress nodded in agreement, Daniel thought he saw an evil look cross her face for a second. "What about night-time training" She asked Amanda must have picked up on the vibe as she grinned and said, "Well, the boys of this family have a habit of sleepwetting long after they're day-trained. In fact, I seem to remember a certain young man who wet his bed when he was thirteen years old. Isn't that right, Danny?" Daniel blushed for a moment before retorting, "Yes, and I seem to recall a young lady who couldn't sit down for two days for putting my hand in warm water as I slept and making me wet the bed." Now it was Amanda's turn to blush. "Yea, my parents were not very happy with me when they discovered my little joke." She put on her best sad puppydog face " I just couldn't help myself. I remembered how cute you looked when your mom would diaper you before bed. When you stopped wetting, I was heartbroken." The conversation eased Daniel's nervousness. The continued talking with Amanda until suddenly, she got a surprised look and began patting Jason's bottom. Amanda sighed then looked up at Mistress and Daniel. "I'm afraid you're going to have to excuse me for a few. I seem to have a wet bottom here that's begging to be changed." All three of them looked at the toddler, no asleep on his mother's shoulder. Mistress and Daniel nodded as Amanda wandered off, to find a secluded place to change the sleeping child. Inconspicuously, Mistress slipped a hand down the back of Daniel's pants, rubbers and, diapers. "Hmm, seems MY little boy is still dry...for the moment." Daniel's whole face turned red as his anxiety meter jumped to it's former level. He quickly glanced around the room, hoping that no one had heard the remark. He jumped suddenly as he felt her hand then brush the front of his trousers. She frowned when she felt the tent forming there. Casually, she lead him to the back of the house, to his old bedroom. After he moved out, his parents had turned it into a storage room. She pulled him inside and locked the door before turning to face him. "Little boy? What did I tell you before we came here tonight?" Her voice displaying her anger "Daniel looked at the ground. "Little boys don't make tents in their diapers." He spoke as if he was reading it off a cue card. "And yet, here you are, clearly doing exactly what I told you not to do. What should I do with you? You've obviously disobeyed me so, I have to punish you." She turned toward the door, thinking A second later she turned back to Daniel, "Give me your pants, we're leaving!" Daniel stared at her, shocked. Sure, he'd been out in public in his diapers before but, only where nobody knew them and NEVER around ANY of his family. His eyes started to water as he began unbuckling his belt. Mistress watched Daniel obey without hesitation, even knowing it would probably cost him his family. Tears began forming in her eyes and she regretted being so harsh with him. She pulled Daniel into a gentle hug as she rubbed her baby's back. She spoke soothing tones into his ear as she guided his hand away from his belt. "Oh, you're such a good boy, baby! Mommy is so proud of you. You did just what mommy told you, even knowing what it would cost you." She said softly, still rubbing his back "Now, I think you can keep your pants on sweetie. Mommy would never hurt her baby like that. You still need to be punished for disobeying however." She thought for a moment and then said, "I want you to sit on the floor, suck on your thumb and wet your diaper for mommy, just like any baby does." Daniel's eyes dried almost instantly and he gently kissed Mistress on the cheek. Suddenly, he plopped down onto his padded rear and popped his thumb into his mouth. Mistress watched as he closed his eyes and relaxed. As she looked on, the bulge beneath Daniel's trousers shrunk back to normal size. Seconds later, the pitter-patter sound told her that Daniel was now one very wet baby. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, never removing his thumb from his mouth. She smiled and put her arms under his to help him stand up. She glanced at Daniel's crotch. The now soaked diaper made his condition much more noticeable. Daniel saw this and gave her a worried look. "Don't worry sweetie. Only another mommy would be able to tell that you're diapered. We'll try to avoid them but, we only just got here. We have to stay for a little while more. You don't want your family to think we're snobs. Do you?" "Mo, you wight." He said, the thumb in his mouth garbling his words She giggled as she pulled his thumb out of his mouth. She reached into her purse and removed a tissue then, wiped his face and hands. She put the tissue up to his nose and said, "Blow for me sweetie." Daniel blew his nose and Mistress wiped it for him. She tossed the soiled tissue into a nearby trash can. Taking his hand with her own, she guided them both back to the party. They mingled and chatted with Daniel's family, carefully avoiding the mothers of small children and babies, as they might notice Daniel’s diapered condition. Two hours passed and mistress could see that Daniel was uncomfortable. He fidgeted and squirmed but, it wasn't until he stopped suddenly. He looked in pain for a moment, then relieved the next. She was shocked as she saw the back of his pants expand. Daniel has POOPED himself! At that point, she knew it was time to go. Quickly, she and Daniel made their excuses to his parents, gathered their things and, made for the exit. As they reached the door, Amanda passed them. She took one look at Daniel, sniffed the air and, smiled. She turned to Mistress and said quietly, "Take care of your little boy. You don't want to leave a baby in a poppy diaper for too long." Daniel and Mistress both blushed as they hastily retreated through the door, smiling all the way. Amanda, still holding Jason, waved goodbye to them as they walked to their car.
  10. Stockholm Syndrome Baby Chapter 1 My name is Kevin Lorey. I am 15 years old and I live in Beaumont, North Dakota. I am writing this journal because my therapist, Dr. Kline, has asked me to. She says that if I write down my feelings about what happened to me, perhaps I can come to terms with it. I hope she's right, I don't want to feel the way I do but, I can't help it anymore and I'm deathly afraid that someone outside my family will discover my secret. I don't know if I could survive if that happened. Ok, let's get this started. It was a cool day in October, about 5 years ago when it all began. I was walking home from school. I wasn't too far from my house, near my friend Gerald's place when, I spied a minivan that I didn't recognize. It was parked on the curb in front of Gerald's house and had out of state plates. I knew that Gerald had family out of state but, I didn't know where they lived. The windows were tinted so I couldn't see inside. Nothing would have happened if I hadn't stopped. No! I can't think like that. Dr. Kline says it's not my fault. I was just being a curious 10 year old. I didn't do anything to provoke a response but, a response is definitely what I got. I walked across the burm to get a better look at the minivan but, the windows were way too tinted for me to even get a glimpse of what was inside. If I had seen the crazy woman in there, I would have run like a demon was on my heels. When I couldn’t see inside, I turned to continue walking home. I heard the door to the minivan open suddenly and felt a hand covered my mouth and nose. I struggled with everything I could, trying to get away from whoever was holding my face. Another hand grabbed the back of my shirt and began dragging me into the minivan. In a panic, I swung my arm behind me and hit the door jam. I heard a sickening crack and intense pain shot up through my arm, all the way to my shoulder. That was the last thing I heard or felt. The world went dark just after that, she used chloroform on me, that’s what the police said. When I came to, I was sitting in an awkward position. My arm that I’d hit on the door jam still hurt like crazy but, when I tried to talk, I found that I was gagged. I tried to move around and found that I was bound as well. I was sitting in a raised seat, like the ones that toddler’s are put into for car trips. My injured arm lay useless at my side and my other arm was bound by the seat’s straps. Realizing that I had just been kidnapped, I looked around. I was in an enclosed area of a minivan, a wall of some kind separated the back seats from the driver area. The scenery outside was a constant blur of woods and fields, none of it looked familiar. I was scared. I’d heard of kids being taken and made to do “bad things” with adults. They had told us at school about the “dangerous stranger” and I was always very careful around adults that I didn’t know. The van drove for several hours without stopping. I was still groggy from the chloroform so I drifted in and out of consciousness. Finally, when the car stopped, I heard a door opening somewhere and began trying to shout for help but, the gag in my mouth made that impossible. A gentle hand ran over my head and a woman bent down to face me. She was in her mid to late 40’s, blonde and in fairly good shape for her age. She smiled at me and began to manipulate the seat I was in. The seat straightened out and stretched until I was lying on my back, my injured arm dangling at me side. The woman unbuckled the lower straps on the seat, freeing my legs. I started kicking and thrashing. She stood up and began smiling even wider. “I’ll just wait till you tire yourself out, then we can get you ready for the rest of the trip home.” she said I glared up at her and stopped kicking, waiting until she got close enough to kick. She seemed to know what I was thinking. She pulled a little black bag, the kind doctors used to use for house calls, from behind her and searched around in it for a moment. When her hand came out, it had a syringe and small drug bottle in it. That made me start thrashing again. I’ve always hated needles and I didn’t want to be anywhere near her right at that moment. Pain from my injured arm shot up into my shoulder and I held back the urge to cry. She uncovered the needle and stuck it into the top of the drug bottle then, set the syringe aside. As I thrashed, she grabbed one of my legs and held it tightly in one hand. I barely felt the pain from my arm as the fear of what she was going to do filled me. She pulled something down from the ceiling of the van and secured my leg in it. It looked like the handle for a giant pair of scissors. Once my leg was stuck in the hole, she grabbed my other leg and secured it as well. She retrieved the needle and I tried to thrash but with my legs in the scissor handles and my body in the seat but, I couldn’t do much. She walked around so she was behind my legs and I felt a pin prick in the small of my back. She walked back around to my side and sat down on a stool. Soon, my legs began to go numb, I couldn’t feel anything at all below the waist, couldn’t move and, the pressure in my bladder was building rapidly. She saw the distress in my eyes and knew that the drug had taken affect. She released my legs from the restraints, not that I could do much about it. She pulled a small length of narrow plastic tubing from her doctor bag. The tubing was in a sterile case and the second I saw it, I knew I wasn‘t going to like what she had planned for me, even if I wasn‘t sure of what it was. She began by removing my shoes and socks, then my pants and underwear. I must have blushed like ten thousand shades of red and I almost began crying from embarrassment. What I didn’t know was, the worst was yet to come. She took some sort of jelly from the bag and began lubing up the tube. She grabbed my penis and started shoving the tube up it. I was terrified and tried to thrash my legs around but they were still unresponsive. When she had the tube fully inside my penis, she walked back to the driver’s compartment, leaving me there, naked and scared. It was then that I noticed a small string dangling from the end of where she had put the tube. I didn’t understand what was going on but, I definitely did not like it. The woman came back a moment later, carrying a brightly colored bag. It had little teddy bears and pastel blocks on it. I could see a baby bottle sticking out of a pocket on it and realized what it was, A BABY’S DIAPER BAG! She opened it and pulled a fairly large diaper out. It looked exactly like a baby’s diaper, except it was about five times bigger. She opened it up then lifted my useless legs up and slid it under me. I couldn’t feel the padding or, I might have tried to thrash again. She grabbed more of that jelly stuff and wiped it all over my butt and crotch. By this time my embarrassment was so bad that I actually started crying. She stopped what she was doing and began rubbing my chest and stomach with her hand, cooing gently, just like you would to calm a cranky baby. That didn’t help my mood so, she went back to diapering me. The powder was next then, she pulled the string at the end of my penis to the side as the diaper came up over my crotch. She fastened the tapes and then pulled the string out from the end of the tube. I immediately felt a lessening in pressure and watched the diaper grow yellow. I was almost bawling my head off at this point. She reached up and began fiddling with the end of my gag. “Oh My God!” I thought when I realized that the thing in my mouth wasn’t a gag, IT WAS A PACIFIER! She was going to treat me like a baby and, the tube in my penis was going to make sure I couldn’t stop myself from wetting my diaper. When the realization of the what was happening dawned on me, I wiggled and thrashed around, trying to free myself, but it was no use. She had me strapped tight in the child seat. She finished messing with the end of my pacifier and reached into the diaper bag. She pulled a baby bottle from it and unscrewed the top. She held my head still with one hand and pushed the bottle onto the end of the pacifier, then screwed it together. I heard a swish of a vacuum being released and liquid began flowing into my mouth. As my mouth filled, I was forced to swallow, which pulled more liquid from the nipple. Soon my mouth was full of liquid again and I was forced to swallow, pulling more liquid into my mouth. The cycle went on for several minutes until the bottle was empty. She removed it and put another one in it’s place, then walked back to the driver’s compartment. The van stared up and we were moving again. My destiny at that point looked pretty grim and I cried as I was forced to finish the second baby bottle. There must have been something in them to knock me out because I fell asleep not long after the second bottle was done. Chapter 2 Slowly, the world began to seep into the dreamless sleep that I had been forced to endure. Sounds were first, birds and the whistle of a train. My nerves began to slowly come to life as I felt myself being lifted up, out of the car seat. I kept my eyes closed, for fear the sunlight would blind me but, that was unnecessary. As I was carried, there was no glare of sunlight through the protective surface of my eyelids. One at a time, I forced my eyes open. Only a sliver at first so, as not to alert my captor. The sun was setting behind me. The fading light illuminated the van from which I had been pulled and a long dusty drive, leading up to a deserted looking country road. I was laying with my head on my kidnapper’s shoulder so, I couldn’t see where we were going, only where we had just been. I took in every detail I could so I could remember it when questioned by the police. It was so hard to just lie there, limp in her arms but, my strength had not returned and, I knew I had no chance of escaping at that moment. I felt her walk up some steps and stop. There was the sound of a lock being undone and then two doors being opened. She carried me into a house and up to the second floor. I heard the noise as she dropped the keys onto a table. She shifted me to the front and I quickly closed my eyes. I felt myself being lowered into a padded table and straps were pulled over me, to hold me down. She walked off and I opened my eyes. I was in some kind of nursery. The room was huge, the theme was an earthy brown and the furniture looked somewhat expensive. I could hear her doing something in a nearby room so, I took stock of how much of my body was mine to control again. Sensation was slowly beginning to come back to my legs and waist. With that sensation, I could definitely feel the diaper that encased my hips. To my utter disgust, I felt as if I was sitting in a thick mud. “Oh My God! I shit myself” I thought The feeling was more than just disgusting, it was disturbing as well. Whatever drugs she had given me had worked their particular magic very well. My thoughts were confirmed as the cold wet feeling around my crotch suddenly warmed. I realized that I now had the bladder and bowel control of a small infant. Before I could do anything else, I heard her walking back towards me. I closed my eyes and relaxed on the table. I felt her breath on my face as she bent down in front of me. She gently ran her fingers through my hair and I heard her sniff then, giggle. “So far, so good.” she whispered I felt her un-strap my right arm. She pulled my arm our straight from my shoulder and lay it on what felt like Styrofoam. She then began pressing my hand into the foam, starting at my fingers, and ending with my elbows. I could hear the foam crunch as my arm was pressed into it. My curiosity was driving me mad so I opened my eyes, just a sliver. She had several boxes filled with blue Styrofoam. She flipped the other side of the box on my arm over, closing it around my arm, then began to strap it down. As she worked, I noticed that my arm didn’t hurt anymore, in fact, I couldn’t feel anything from it. She walked around the table and did the same to my other arm and both my legs, up to the knee. I couldn’t figure out what she was doing but, that would become apparent fairly soon. She left me like that, lying there in a dirty diaper, spread eagle with my limbs enclosed in the foam filled boxes, for the better part of an hour. When she came back in, she had the diaper bag I had seen in the van. I tried to remain still, hoping that I would have a chance to escape. Those hopes were dashed when she bent down to my ear and whispered to me. “I know you’re awake baby, the anesthetic I gave you should have worn off by now.” I opened my eyes and glared at her hatefully. “Aww, don’t be like that sweetie, mommy would never hurt her baby boy and that’s what you are, my baby boy. I watched you for a long time. You’re just the right size, weight, and temperament. I’ve seen the way the other kids treat you. You don’t fight back too fiercely when they tease you about your bed wetting.” My eyes went wide with surprise when she mentioned my sleep wetting problem. “ Oh yes.” she said “I know all about how my baby wets his bed every night. I also know how you still sleep with a little teddy bear. Oh it’s so cute!” She seemed so excited She walked around the table, removing my arms and legs from the foam filled boxes, then strapped them back to the table, one at a time. She set the boxes aside and moved to un-strap my legs and set them into a device just like the one she had used in the van. She then began to un-tape the diaper and pull it off my crotch. She cranked a lever on the scissor hands and they began to raise up, taking my legs with them. Soon, my butt was off the ground and she was cleaning me off with baby wipes. Once it was done, she removed the dirty diaper and wipes, dropping them into a diaper genie. She pulled another diaper and a bottle of baby oil from the bag and set them on the table. As I lay there, naked, she poured some baby oil into her hands and began rubbing it all over my body, slowly, massaging it into my skin. By the time she was done, I smelled like a baby’s nursery. After the diaper was put underneath me, my crotch and butt were powdered. She cleaned off her hands and pulled the diaper up, covering my crotch then, taped it shut. She patted my bottom as she bent down and cooed into my ear. “There we go, all clean and dry. Now my baby smells like he should too.” Tears of embarrassment rolled down my face as she continued to pat my diapered butt. She took my legs out of the device and strapped them back to the table. She then gathered up the foam boxes and left the room. A couple of minutes later, she came back in with a weird looking helmet and a baby bottle. I thrashed my head, side to side but, it wasn’t hard for her to put the helmet on me. The helmet encompassed my entire head, closing me off from any sight or sound outside it. I could feel the helmet being secured into place against the table, preventing me from moving my head, and the bottle being attached to the back of the pacifier. At first there was no sight or sound, only the rhythmic suckling of the nipple in my mouth. I couldn’t tell how much time passed when suddenly, a video screen in the helmet turned on and the speakers near my ears came to life. On the screen was a mother taking care of her baby. While the mother/baby scene played out on the video screen, the quiet sounds of a waves, crashing upon the shore played on the speakers. The scene played out a day of mother and baby activity, including watching the toddler as it wet and messed itself. On a regular basis, the bottle was removed from the pacifier and replaced with another one. I felt something soft and warm being laid over me, covering me from neck to feet. I don’t know how many repetitions of the mommy/baby scene I watched before I fell asleep. Chapter 3 While I slept, my mind was filled with the lost memories of my infancy. I remembered them in my dreams, just as if I was living them in the moment. Diaper changes, breast feedings, rides through the neighborhood in my stroller and, the endless pinched cheeks from my female relatives. It seemed like the dreams would never end, as if I was being forced to relive my life from birth till being toilet trained, over and over again. Suddenly I was jolted from my strange dreams by an icy feeling on my crotch. I tried to stir but, my arms remained strapped down and the helmet still resided upon my head. I felt a gentle wiping motion on my crotch and bottom then a light sensation, as if dust was falling there as well. The next thing I know, I feel my nether regions being encapsulated in another diaper and a gentle hand rubbing my stomach and diaper. The helmet blocked any words that might have accompanied the physical gesture but, the intent was clear. My captor was trying to calm me as you would to a small infant. After a few moments of this, my injured arm was released from the restraints and slipped into the sleeve of some garment. I waited for my hand to emerge from the end of the sleeve but, it didn’t. Instead, I felt it roll over a mass of spongy material and then something wrapped around my wrist. I squeezed my hand only to be rewarded with a sharp pain in my palm, as if I had grabbed onto a ball of needles. My arm was strapped down again and something was drug underneath my back. I pressed my back down, hoping to block the cloth. Again I was rewarded with the sensation of a sphere of razor sharp needles as it pressed into my back. I arched in pain and the cloth was pulled beneath me. Slowly but surely, my body was enclosed in this garment and my arms were restrained again. My legs were left unrestrained but, I couldn‘t understand why at the time. The answer came soon enough though. There was intense pain when I tried to stomp my feet and when I tried to close my hands so, I stopped struggling and waited. The helmet was removed from my head and my eyes tried to adjust to the light. I couldn’t focus my eyes and everything seemed blurred. I didn’t understand but, I knew she had done something to me that I couldn’t quite comprehend. I think she smiled at my non-comprehension but, it was hard to tell with my eyes so unfocused. She bent down over me and gently rubbed my stomach through the soft material that now encompassed my body. I looked at it for the first time and realized that I was dressed in a one piece, footed, sleeper. Anger flooded me and I tried to give my captor the “death stare” but, she only smiled and said, “Aww sweetie, don’t be like that. You’ll love being my baby, eventually. I’m going to take such good care of you that you’ll forget all about your former life and accept this one unconditionally.” I glared again and she giggled and rubbed my stomach again. “Now, you probably noticed that it hurts to use the bottoms of your feet or close your hand. I made this sleeper just for you, just so you would have to act like the baby you are. The hands have a foam ball in the palm. Inside that foam ball is a metal sphere with very sharp needles on it. If you try to close your hands, oh say, to make a fist, they’ll close over the sphere and push the needle sharp points into your hand. The feet have about the same thing on the bottom. The footpads of the sleeper have the same razor sharp needles pointing up from them. If you try to walk or kick anything, it will push the needles into your feet and cause you very intense pain. So, you can see, I expect you to behave just like an infant, let me take care of you and everything will be just fine. Fight me and you will experience pain like you’ve never felt before.” As I listened to my captor describe the bondage to which I was now subject, the idea sunk in. She expected me to act like an infant and let her take care of me. If I didn’t or fought against her domination of me, she would hurt me. It sounded to me like she was psychotic and a sadist. What hit me hardest was that she now had absolute control over all aspects of my existence. That was something that nobody had ever, to my recollection, had. It scared me and when she asked me if I understood, I just numbly nodded and went limp. She released the straps that held my arms and legs down and gently picked me up. I was draped over her shoulder and carried over to a rocking chair. She shifted my position in her arms so that I was lying in the crook of her arm. She sat down and began rocking back in forth. She pulled me close to her chest and began to hum a soft tune. I was so stunned by what had just happened that I didn’t even think to resist. Chapter 4 We sat like that for a while (I couldn’t tell how long because there wasn’t a clock in the “nursery”). I began to feel relaxed, no matter how much I didn’t want to. I was warm, the kind of cozy-warm you feel on cool Autumn night, sitting by a roaring fire. Even though I had just woken up, I felt the inclination to go back to sleep. My eyes began to droop and I began to lose consciousness. I felt something when my pacifier was being unscrewed and when the bottle was attached but, it wasn’t until the liquid began flowing into my mouth that I snapped out of my stupor. I glared up at my captor and was rewarded with a sharp smack on my cloth covered leg. “Now now baby.” she warned “Don’t look at mommy like that. Just relax and drink your bottle.” I clenched my fists reactively and pain shot up through my hand, to my arm, to my shoulder. The intensity was too much for me and I began crying, hiccupping. Seeing my distress, the woman laid a cloth diaper across her opposite shoulder and removed my pacifier. I gagged as I cried and choked on the liquid trying to force its way into my lungs. She rotated me and gently laid me over her shoulder. I felt a quick, rhythmic, series of hard pats on my back, causing the liquid to erupt from my nose and mouth. After my hacking and gagging stopped, she began rubbing my back and patting my diapered bottom. This caused me to realize I had another problem, I had to poop, and soon. The urge wasn’t as bad as it would have been in say an hour or so but, I did need to go. I tried to push myself off her shoulder and accidentally bumped my right hand against her chest, sending new pain up my already injured hand and causing me to void myself right there and then. As I cried in pain, I filled my diaper, her hand on it gave her clear signal as to what happened. She patted and rubbed my bottom, spreading the mess everywhere, smiling almost erotically. She shifted my position on again. Now she had me cradled on one arm with her other keeping steady pressure on my mess. “See, that’s what babies do. They make messies in their diddies for mommy and, this is what mommies do. She said as she carried me over to the changing table. “Mommy’s not going to change your diaper right away baby, you need to get used to the feel of a messy one so you don’t think about it when you make a poopie.” She strapped me to the table, replaced my pacifier and, left me to lay there in my own filth. I tried to make myself comfortable but, the feeling of the load under my butt was always at the forefront of my consciousness. It seemed like hours before she came back. By then, the mess had hardened a bit and was becoming very uncomfortable. I squirmed as she walked into the room. She just smiled and slowly walked over to the table. She took my nose in the knuckles of her first two fingers and gave it a gentle shake. “I think my baby has made a poopie. I better get you changed little boy.” she said, grinning widely She unsnapped the sleeper’s legs and began pulling it away from me. Once she had the two tapes undone, she unfastened one of my legs and fit it into the harness above the table then quickly did the other leg. I was again and still at her mercy. She raised the harness and pulled a large version of a baby wipe from a box sitting nearby. She had me clean of poop, oiled up and powdered in record time. The worst part of the experience was when she laid her head on my chest and began rubbing my stomach, telling me what a good baby I had been for making poopie for mommy. I very nearly died of embarrassment. She re-diapered and redressed me in the sleeper before taking me off the changing table. I was then placed in the feeding position again and a horrid thought went through my head. She had me in the same position that many young mothers used for breastfeeding! I definitely did not want that to happen and I was almost relieved when she pulled another baby bottle up and attached it to the back of my pacifier. I nursed for a while before drowsiness overcame me and I fell back to sleep in her arms.   Chapter 5 When I awoke, I found myself lying in a baby’s crib, un-strapped and unrestrained. Though the bars prevented me from rolling out of the crib, I didn’t think they would keep me from climbing out. It was only a few seconds later, as I tried to stand, that I was reminded of the needles under my feet, in the sleeper. Pain shot through my leg and I peed myself as I fell back into the crib. My mumbles of pain must have alerted my captor because she rushed into the room almost immediately. She began cooing at me and reached into the crib, to lift me out. I tried to backpedal but, I pushed my foot against the mattress and the pain shot through me again. When she realized why I was crying, She lifted me out of the crib and put me on the changing table. She strapped my legs into the scissor and began to gently tap the bottom of my feet, sending shockwaves of pain up my legs. “I guess you’re just to little to understand mommy when she told you to not try to stand. I guess I’ll have to help you remember.” She said as she began tapping my feet harder. The pain was excruciating and I almost blacked out several times but, each time I was close to oblivion, she would stop and give me just enough time to come back to my senses. Each time she would tap my feet, she would say, “Babies don’t walk. You are a baby. You can’t walk.” The torture went on for what seemed like forever. When she finally stopped, she bent close to my head “Babies can’t walk, can they?” She asked me. I shook my head quickly. “You are a baby, aren’t you?” She said, gently rubbing my stomach. I nodded, defeated. “You can’t walk, can you?” The smile on her face was terrifying. I shook my head again. “There there baby. Now that that’s settled, let’s change my BABY’S diaper.” As she said that, I realized that I had wet the diaper. I don’t remember if I woke up wet or if I wet it because of the pain but, I was wet. This change went just as the ones before had, lots of cooing and petting. I was in a clean diaper and she laid me back in the car seat she had used when she kidnapped me. I was strapped in and she went over to the changing table. From underneath, she pulled what looked like a giant syringe but, instead of a needle, it had a hose connected to a clear plastic hemisphere. I couldn’t understand for the life of me what it was or what new torture she would use it for. My horror was peaked when she sat down and unbuttoned her blouse, then her bra. I watched, dumbfounded as she used the devise to suction out her breast milk. I almost threw up right there, realizing that the bottles I had been drinking were her breast milk. I tried to throw myself to the side and crawl out of the room but, the car seat would not topple. She stopped what she was doing, the syringe about half full and looked over at me, struggling. “Aww, I know you’re hungry sweetie. Mommy will be just a minute.” she said I watched with growing horror as she finished draining her breast milk into the syringe and filled a bottle with it. She calmly walked over to me and set the bottle down next to me. I saw her reach behind the changing table and pull out the helmet that she had used to calm me earlier. She put it over my head and secured the bottle to my pacifier. The darkness of the helmet was broken when the “Mommy and Baby” scene lit up the screen in front of my eyes. I tried to reach up and get some kind of hold on the helmet but, the straps of the car seat prevented me from getting anywhere near it. Again, I don’t know how long the scene went on, her breast milk now filling my mouth with every movement of my head. I had to stop myself from throwing up (a very difficult thing to do given my situation). As the scene played on, the sounds filling my ears, I began to feel calmer and numbly suckled on the bottle till it was empty. The bottle was replaced with another and my stomach filled as I slowly began to drift off to sleep again, the sound of a mother nursing her infant, the only thing I could hear. Chapter 6 When I awoke again, the first thing I realized was that I was still wearing the helmet but, the “Mommy and Baby” scenes weren’t playing. I tried to roll around but found that I was still in the car seat that my captor had placed me in. I couldn’t tell what time it was or how long I had been asleep but something felt strange. I felt an urge to cry but, I didn’t know why (besides the realization of my indefinite captivity). I thought for a moment, trying to figure out what was wrong when the urge became overpowering and I began sobbing. The pacifier muffled the sound but, it must have been loud enough to attract “Her” attention. Only moments after I had begun bawling, I felt hands lifting me out of the seat and holding me against a warm body. My urge to cry vanished and I felt almost comfortable. My body relaxed against the person holding me as I felt a gentle hand rubbing my back and patting my padded bottom. I felt soothed, like I had never felt before. Suddenly, my stomach began growling. I felt the person holding me jiggle for a second then the back of my pacifier was removed and a baby bottle was attached. As I suckled the bottle, I was shocked. I didn’t feel revolted at the thought of nursing on the madwoman’s breast milk, in fact, it felt almost normal and, that terrified me. When the bottle was done, it was removed and she fiddled with the pacifier for longer than usual. I felt air rush into my mouth as I breathed through the pacifier. I didn’t know what she had done but I was going to give her a piece of my mind. I was about to say something when she repositioned me so, I was laying on her shoulder and, began patting my back. All my tension drained away when she laid me on her shoulder and my intended words died in my throat. My limbs went limp and I placed my head against her neck. I wanted to rail and scream against my captor but, my body had a mind of it’s own. My greatest shock was yet to come. As she patted my back, I felt a great distress in my bowels, then nothing, that was all I felt before I realized that I had just pooped my diaper with almost no hesitation. The realization of what had just happened shocked me into silence. A moment later, I felt myself belch with enthusiasm. I didn’t have to hear my captor’s voice to know that she was pleased with my body’s betrayal. I felt her hand gently rubbing and patting my full diaper. She sat me back in the car seat again and strapped me in. I felt her do something to the pacifier and I couldn’t breath through my mouth again. Finally, before leaving me to my torture, she turned on the helmet and the familiar “Mommy and Baby” scenes began playing again. “What fresh hell is this?” I thought to myself as consciousness began to leave me. Chapter 7 I came to when my stomach began to tell me it was empty. I thought about it for a second and then an overwhelming sadness hit me. I bawled my head off, not even realizing that the gag that had been my constant inhibitor was now loose. I couldn’t focus on anything but the rumblings of hunger. The screaming and crying alerted my captor and, she quickly ran to the nursery. She picked me up, out of the crib, laid me on her shoulder and, spoke to me in a soft, crooning voice. At first, I was comforted by her presence but then, my stomach growled again and my howling began, with renewed vigor. When I started crying again, she took me over to the changing table and laid me on, pulling the strap over my stomach. She unbuttoned my sleeper and checked my diaper, which was wet. Once I noticed that the diaper was wet and cold, my howling increased times two. I was uncomfortable and it seemed like torture. My butt and crotch were cold and wet and, my stomach was empty. These two things seemed like the worst possible feelings. In the back of my mind, I tried to reason, to remember that I wasn’t hurt and I was only in a wet diaper and a little hungry. Every time I tried to focus on that thought, the feeling of sadness flooded my mind and my other thought were overcome by it. It only took her a few moments to change me and re-insert me into my sleeper. To me however, it seemed like an eternity. My stomach was still growling and the sadness was still driving me to bawl my head off. Finally, she must have heard my stomach growl because she said something I couldn’t understand and carried me over to the rocking chair. She removed the loose pacifier and cradled me closer. A moment later, I felt a warm, soft bump in my mouth. I realized it was her breast and I tried to force myself to push my head away but, the urge to begin suckling was too strong. My mouth covered the nipple and I began to nurse with extreme vigor. As the breast milk began flowing down my throat, what was left of my true personality, gagged and wanted to scream, rage and, do whatever it took to stop my body. My body however, betrayed me and continued to nurse. After a bit, she switched me to the other breast and began rocking in the chair. The slow, steady, motion of the chair combined with the full feeling in my stomach calmed me. It was enough that my rational mind began to re-assert itself. I twisted and wrenched myself loose from the nipple, careful not to press my hands against anything. My captor lifted me up and put me on her shoulder. I knew what was coming but I my body betrayed me again and laid limp on her shoulder. I felt the pats on my back and the bubble forming in my stomach. Not long after, I let up a huge burp and a spit up some of the milk. She seemed happy but, I couldn’t understand what she was saying. The language sounded foreign but, I couldn’t tell what it might be. She carried me to a fenced in mat and laid me down on my back. She grabbed a nearby infant toy and positioned it over me. There were strings with glittery and colorful things hanging from them. She pushed and prodded the bangles, saying something. I watched her face and tried to understand what it was she was saying. As I watched her mouth, I saw what I thought were familiar words. I can’t read lips, but some words are easy to read; “Mommy”, “Baby”, “Toy”. A shock ran through me as I realized, she wasn’t using a foreign language. I found out later that the helmet that she’d been using, had been hypnotizing me. The effect was sinister and sly. The program soothed me into feeling like an infant, that’s why being on her shoulder had calmed me. It also scrambled my brain, making regular English sound like garbled, nonsense. The loss of understanding was so profound that I began weeping, not crying like a baby but, weeping like a beaten man. She watched me and seemed to understand. She got up and walked out of the room. Time seemed to stretch out as I lay there on the mat. She came back, carrying a piece of paper. On the paper was written a message: “I can see that my baby still has a bit of the little boy in there. That’s ok though, after a few more times in my special helmet, you won’t even be able to read this message. You shouldn’t try to fight. Just relax and let it happen. I want you to just be a happy baby. The effects of the helmet will be permanent but, I can teach you to speak and as you grow up, I’ll even potty train you. Won’t that be fun?” I tried to rail against my body’s betrayal and managed to swing my arm up but, she just caught it and used my hand to tap one of the swinging bangles. She threw the paper in the trash and began tickling me until I wet my diaper. She said something, I couldn’t tell what though. She got up and walked out of the room, leaving me to “entertain” myself with that damnable toy. I lay on the mat for what seemed like forever. Every now and again, my hand would reach up and bat at one of the bangles, no matter how much I tried to stop it. I pooped my diaper, another betrayal by my body. “Looks like that damn helmet made me incontinent too!” I thought to myself. I was uncomfortable again and I felt that sadness welling up again but I was also tired and, in the end, the tiredness won out and I fell to sleep with a wet and dirty diaper encasing my crotch. Chapter 8 I dreamt of laying in the crook of my mother’s (my real mother) arm as she nursed me and I felt at peace. It didn’t seem wrong because I was a baby but, I realized that it was just a dream when I looked up and my mother’s face stared back down at me. The reality of the dream was so real, so vivid that I didn’t want to leave it. I just wanted to be with my mom and have her take care of me. Reality wouldn’t let me have even that though as I woke up and my captor knelt over me. She spoke in gibberish and at first I was terrified that I was going crazy. I remembered that she had used the helmet on me and it had messed up my head somehow. I felt dirty as she removed the sleeper and carefully changed my diaper. Try as I might to fight the effect of the helmet, I couldn’t raise my hand to fight her off. She watched me the entire time and smiled when she was done. She took off the sleeper with the needles in it and put me into a regular sleeper. She lifted me off the ground and carried me into the kitchen. I saw a highchair and I thought, “Another step into my infantile life.” She inserted me into the chair and slid the tray into place. She walked behind me and I saw a bib fall in front of me and felt it being tied in the back. Horror had been replaced by simple disgust and hate at this point. Nothing this woman did to me scared me any longer. I had come to accept the inevitability of the situation and simply had to endure until I could find a way to escape. I allowed myself to be fed and focused my mind on getting the layout of the house down so I knew where I was going, even if I had to move in the dark. When she finished with the baby cereal, she cleaned me up and pulled me out of the highchair. She took me into the living room and laid me on her lap. I knew what was coming so I didn’t try to fight it. She turned on the television and positioned me to nurse, which my body did, in earnest. I closed my eyes and thought about anything that would let me forget I was suckling on a madwoman’s teat. Finally, the sensation stopped and I feigned sleep and she put me back into the crib upstairs. After she left the room, I tried to move in normal fashion, sitting up, forming words with my mouth but, without sound. I was only marginally successful but, it encouraged me. Time lost all meaning for me over the next few weeks, she applied the damned helmet again and my eyesight became severely unfocused. It got to the point that I could only discern color and shape, light and dark, all other details were gone. I could barely tell when it was day and night because she kept the light on in the nursery. I fought every effort of her to bond with me, kept my mind active by thinking about my school, my family, my friends and last but not least, REVENGE! One day, at least I think it was day, there was a loud noise downstairs. It woke me up and I began to cry. I saw lots of dark shapes in the nursery and couldn’t understand what was going on. I could hear the madwoman screaming something but, I didn‘t know what it was. Someone picked me up and carried me out of the house, to a waiting car. I was scared for the first time in a while and began to cry. I felt someone holding me and cradling me against them. It soothed my fear but not my anxiety. I was taken to another building and lots of bright lights were shined at me. People stood over me and I was pinched and prodded, even pricked, which hurt so bad that I began bawling. I remember changes and feedings but, there was something different about them, they were less smothering and more matter of fact. There was no cooing and more talking to me. I still couldn’t understand what was being said and I still couldn’t respond but, the speakers definitely wanted me to keep trying. After a while, I felt something slimy touching my face and saw a big square with moving dots on it in front of me. I was forced to watch the square for a long time, until I fell asleep. When I woke up, the world seemed a bit clearer, sharper, more in focus. I could tell some details about my surroundings. I seemed to be in a hospital, the smell of disinfectant and the white walls made me wonder what had happened. A nurse came over to me and began to check my diaper. She talked to me like a normal person. To my shock, I could understand some of her words. It was still a bit jumbled but I could definitely understand some of it. I tried to respond, telling her my name and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Quickly, she yelled and a few moments later, this guy in a white lab coat, a doctor I think, came over and began shining his pocked flashlight in my eyes and asking me questions. I tried to focus on what he was saying but it was too much all at once, I said my name again and said, one simple word, “Where”. The doctor and nurse seemed overjoyed and quickly motioned for someone to come. My mother (my real mother) leaned over the bed and looked down into my eyes. I was so happy to see her, I reached up and said, “Mommy!” She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. The moment would have been better if I hadn’t started peeing right then. My mother got soaked before she could pull the diaper over my front. I was so embarrassed that I started crying. Mom held me close and spoke soothingly to me. It calmed me but I was still upset at my lack of control in front of her. “ It will be fine honey.” she whispered into my ear The doctors began using the square (which turned out to be a video monitor) and earphones to help undo the effects of the helmet. Luckily, they were able to get my kidnapper to cough up the secrets of the helmet, so a program was designed to reverse it’s effects. After that first session, they weren’t sure that the program they had made would be able to change me back but, after the second session, I was able to fully understand English and even speak a little back. It took a few months before I was back to my normal self, even managed to get re-potty trained. I haven’t managed to get my control at night back but, the doctors say that will come in time. The worst part of this experience is the lasting effects of that damn woman’s program and, that’s the reason Dr. Kline has me writing this journal. Ever since I got out of diapers, I have felt the need to go back to them and be a baby again. I tried to fight it and refuse to give the madwoman a victory but, Dr. Kline says that the events of my kidnapping unlocked some deep part of my psyche that wants to be taken care of. She says that I may never get over wanting to be babied sometimes. My mother knows and she helps me with it when stress at school or life gets too much. I have a special room that we added to the house. That is where I go when I’m feeling low or depressed, mom knows the signal and comes in to take care of her baby boy for a while though, she NEVER breastfeeds me (Ugh, that was gross!). My mom and I are much closer now and for that, I thank the crazy woman who kidnapped me but, I’ll never forgive her for unleashing this infantile desire on me. I am now stuck with feelings I don’t want but, can’t get rid of. I have nightmares that my classmates find out I still like to be babied every now and again and that terrifies me. I finally found out the kidnapper’s name, Emily VanHoustan. She lost her baby due to the physical abuse of her ex-husband and never got over the trauma. As traumatized as she is, she’s still crazy and we sued her for a million dollars. That money is the key to my future. I think I’ll go into law enforcement maybe even into Missing Persons. Maybe I can make a difference and give some other kid a break like the one I got.
  11. Ghost Nanny   "Ha ha, look at the little baby!" Johnny had always been a bully, but today he was especially cruel to Nathan. "You think it's funny, do you Johnathan? You don't have the guts to deal with what I've been through! None of you have any idea why I have to wear these diapers, so I'm gonna tell you. Even if you don't believe me, I dare anyone of you to do what I did. You won't be so skeptical after that." Nathan was particularly incensed at the taunting the other kids gave him and finally let his true story come out. "All right baby, just what did you do that's so bad we couldn't do it?" Johnny said. "First off, I'm not 13, I'm 18, and the reason I look 13 is that I spent 5 years in Mandrake Manor. I barely escaped with my butt intact, the diapers are the result of my stay there." An eerie quiet surrounded Nathan as he began his story. "I was always small for my age, and back then I wanted more than anything to be a member of a club called the Daredevils. They were a group of kids that hung out together. They were very popular and everyone wanted to join their group. I was told that if I could spend one night in Mandrake Manor, I could join them. Everyone knew that the manor was haunted, cause of the sounds that came from it late at night. I never believed in ghosts or the supernatural so, I figured it would be an easy way to get into the Daredevils. We went there on a Friday and I was told that the rest of the club would be back Saturday morning to see if I had stayed the night. Just to be sure I didn't chicken out and leave before the morning, they posted a guard outside the manor's gate. Just as the sun was setting, I entered the manor's grounds and headed for the house. The place was quiet as a tomb. I crawled into the manor house through a busted window. It was dark and I pulled out my flashlight to find my way around. I thought that the best way to pass the time was to sleep so, I found a chair and settled in for the night. I awoke to the sound of creaking floor boards. I thought that the Daredevils had sent someone in to scare me into leaving. I followed the sound upstairs and saw a light coming from one of the rooms. As I got closer, I could hear music coming from behind the door. When I opened the door, I saw a nursery, complete with everything a baby would need. There was a crib, playpen, highchair, rocking chair, changing table, and a dresser. The room was very well lit and I could see someone in the crib. I walked over to it and found a boy, maybe 10 or 11 sleeping. He opened his eyes and stared at me. He had a baby footed sleeper on, and I could tell he was diapered underneath it. He was sucking on a pacifier and wore a baby bonnet on his head. He seemed shocked that I was there. He pulled the pacifier from his mouth and said, "RUN! Run while you can. If she finds you here, you'll end up like me. Just like all of us." "All of us? I don't see anyone else here but you and me?" I said Just then I heard a soft humming and the boy put the pacifier back in his mouth, laid back down and pretended to be asleep. He whispered around his pacifier, "HIDE! She's coming." Quickly, I ran behind the dresser and squatted down. I heard the door to the room open and a female voice humming a lullaby. I peeked around the corner of the dresser and saw a woman dressed in a nurse's uniform from like the early 1900's walk over to the crib and slide down the bars. She unbuttoned the boy's sleeper and checked to see if he was wet, which he was. She then began to remove his sleeper and talk to him in baby talk. Once his sleeper was off, she pulled off his plastic pants and removed his wet diaper. Still cooing and talking baby talk to the boy, she cleaned him off and put a new diaper and plastic pants on him, then left the room. I came out from behind the dresser and went over to the crib. "What's going on here? Who are you two and why is she treating you like a baby?" I asked The boy looked up and said, "I was once like you, a big boy. I came into this manor to get out of the cold, one winter night, and she found me. She's a ghost, the ghost of a nanny that once worked for the family that lived here. The baby she was taking care of died while under her care and the family killed her for it. She haunts this place, catching anyone who enters here and making them into babies. There is other nurseries in this manor and all of them have a baby who she caught. During the night, we look as we did when she captured us, but during the day, we become babies. She treats us like infants and takes us out in carriages, you've probably seen one or two of us at the park. If she catches you here, she'll make you into a baby too, so get out while you can." His eyes filled with dread as he finished his story and a voice sounded behind me. "So, how did you get out of your crib little one?" the voice said I turned around to find the nanny standing there. She grabbed me and held me tight, I couldn't fight her strength. She carried me into another nursery down the hall, and strapped me onto a changing table. She started talking to me in baby talk, as she removed all my clothes and put a diaper under me. She carefully put baby powder on me and pulled the diaper up and over my "wee wee". I kicked and screamed, trying to get away, but she was so strong I couldn't get loose from her. She dressed me in a pair of shortalls and unstrapped me, then carried me into another room with several playpens and a young lady. "Joanne, we have a new charge, give him a bottle and put him down for a nap" Nanny said to the young lady As the lady turned to face me, I saw that she had a glazed look in her eyes. Nanny handed me to the lady and I knew that this was my chance to break free. I twisted myself free of their grasp and ran for the door. Before I had taken three steps, Nanny grabbed me by the arm and hauled me back. "Naughty baby, you shouldn't run from Nanny. Now Nanny will have to spank you." she said crossly She sat down in a chair and easily laid me over her knee. She pulled my shortalls and diaper down and I felt the first sting of her hand as it cracked against my behind. Crack! Crack! Crack! On and on it went, till I was blubbering like a toddler. Nanny kept asking me if I would be a good baby now, and I said yes. I would have said anything to make the spanking stop. Suddenly, I felt a cold cream being spread over my bottom and the diaper was pulled up. She put me into a playpen filled with baby toys and left me to tend to other kids. I spent weeks learning the routine of the nursery, trying to figure a way to escape and meeting others trapped like me. Nanny took one of us out to the park each day, and when we were out, we looked like babies. We couldn't talk or walk and that was the most frustrating part, not being able to communicate our predicament to anyone around us. Each night, I would try talking to Joanne, trying to convince her to help me and the rest of the kids escape. She would tell me that no one had ever gotten away from Nanny, and that those that tried were turned into newborns and kept that way forever. This unnerved me a little, as I knew that all a newborn baby does is eat, sleep, cry, and use their diaper. I didn't want that to happen to me. Days turned into months and months to years. I behaved myself and Nanny rewarded me with a birthday party in the park. I planned to use the party as a last stitch attempt to escape. I knew that if it failed, I would be turned into a newborn forever. After 5 long years, I eventually persuaded Joanne to help me, but only if we also took her little brother, Andy with them. He was the reason she stayed with Nanny. I found out that they had wandered into the mansion and been trapped by Nanny. The only difference in their case was that her Andy was already in diapers, he couldn't control himself, and she was his caretaker. When Nanny found them, she took Andy and made him one of her babies, and made Joanne an assistant to help take care of all the children. Nanny had told her, she could leave any time she wanted, but Andy would never leave, so Joanne decided to stay with her little brother. We planned to have Joanne put us into a baby buggy at the party and run. We could hail a taxi or a passing car to take us away till sunset, when we would turn back into our normal ages. We figured that Nanny wouldn't have any hold on us after that. The day of the party came and everything was going smoothly. Joanne talked Nanny into bringing Andy and some of the other Babies. We pretended to have fun at the party and after a while, acted tired. Joanne put us into the carriage to lie down and then she ran for it while Nanny's back was turned. We raced from the park and found a car in a nearby that still had the keys in it. With Nanny in hot pursuit, we floored the pedal and left her behind to take care of the other Babies." He finished his story and heard Johnny laughing. "If that's true, then how come you're still in diapers BABY BOY?" Nathan looked straight into Johnny's eyes and said, "I wore diapers for FIVE long years, and now I can't control myself. That time took all my control, as I was forced to wet and mess in diapers, just like a baby! I doubt if you have the courage to face a lifetime in diapers and treated as a baby!" Johnny laughed again and sneered at Nathan, "Oh Yea? I bet you're lying and that you're just a big baby. I bet there never was a ghost or any of the shit you said." Nathan glared at Johnny, "I dare you to spend one night in that mansion, if you do, I'll wear nothing but a diaper, shoes, socks, and a T-shirt to school tomorrow. If I'm right though, you won't be coming back and my point will be proven." Now Nathan sneered as the color drained from Johnny's face. "All right baby, I accept your bet. Be at Mandrake tonight at sunset. I'm gonna love seeing you in nothing but your diapers here at school." The school bell rang just then and the boys ran off to class. After school that day, Johnny and his gang went to Mandrake Manor and stashed a flashlight, a party noise maker, some old beer bottles from Johnny's dad and a baseball bat in a sack, not far in the door of the mansion. They left and returned at sunset to meet Nathan. Nathan was standing in front of the gates to the mansion when Johnny showed up. "I'm gonna show you up baby! I'm gonna prove once and for all, there is no ghost in this house, and when I come out tomorrow morning, me and my pals are gonna dress you right here for school. We're gonna make sure you don't welch on your end of our little bet." Johnny seemed quite sure of himself. The boys went through the gate and up to the front door of the mansion. The sun slipped beneath the horizon and Johnny walked into the house. Satisfied, Nathan and the other boys left. Johnny walked up to the spot where he had hid the sack, earlier in the day, only to find it missing. "That baby, Nathan must have come in and found it. No big deal, I can handle anything this house has to offer without the sack." he thought He waited for an hour and then decided to find a spot to crash for the night. He looked everywhere but nothing looked good, so he went up the stairs to the second floor where all the bedrooms would be. As he climbed the stairs, he heard laughing and giggling. He grinned, "Must be Nathan, trying to scare me out of the house by morning. Ha! What a lame attempt!" As he neared the top of the stairs, he spotted a light coming from one of the bedrooms. He quietly sneaked up the rest of the way, intent on scarring Nathan. He reached the door and slowly opened it a crack to see what was going on inside. He was shocked to see a nanny, just as Nathan described, feeding a bottle to a boy who was older than Johnny. His heart began pumping and he trembled as he backed away from the door. "Oh my God! It's true, it's really true. There is a ghost in the mansion. He slowly backed away, but suddenly bumped into something. It took all his courage to keep from shouting out. He turned around and there standing in front of him was Nathan. "What's the matter Johnathan? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Nathan said and Johnny's eyes began to bug out "SHHHHHHH! Do you want her to hear us? I'm sorry man, I believe you!" there was a hint of panic in Johnny's voice "Now lets get out of here before she finds us and turns me into a baby and you back into one!" "You were right too Johnny, I am a big baby, so are all the kids here. We all enjoy wearing diapers and being treated like babies. You see, part of my story wasn't true. Nanny isn't condemned to haunt this place and we're not prisoners. Nanny doesn't keep anyone here against their will, but in your case you'll make an exception, won't you Nanny?" Suddenly a voice from behind Johnny said, "Of course I will Nat, I think this bad boy should be taught a lesson." Johnny slowly turned around and found himself looking into the apron of Nanny "You shouldn't tease others, Johnny. My babies just need more time than others to grow up happy and healthy. As punishment, you'll spend a year as one of my babies." Nanny reached out and touched Johnny on the forehead, and everything went black. Johnny awoke to a strange feeling, he looked down and saw he had been dressed in a footed sleeper. He then noticed, he was in a crib. Quickly he reached down, into the sleeper and found a diaper snuggled around his loins. He tried to rip it off but couldn't find the strength. He screamed out in rage but only the cry of a toddler came from his throat. Nathan watched Johnny's impotent rage as Joanne changed his diaper and prepared him for bed in his crib.  
  12. If there's enough interest in my old stories, I will repost them but, I think some of them are still on the board if you go back far enough.
  13. Let me tell you a most interesting story from my youth. My parents divorced when I was three years old. My mother raised my little brother (then newborn) and I. I was a bed wetter and desperately jealous of the fact that my brother got to be cared for by my mom. I’m not saying that she didn’t love or care for me because, she did. My brother was very young so he, naturally, required more care. To my child-mind, it just didn’t seem fair. I did not wear diapers for bedwetting after I was day trained but I really wanted them so, my mother would give me more attention. When I was six, my mother had the opportunity to get a much better job but, it meant going out of state for a few days to be interviewed. Mom asked her friend, Catherine (whom I called Miss Kitty, much to the amusement of both ladies) to watch my brother and me. Catherine had four little girls, all around my age; Patty-age 5, Kate-age 6, Sherry-age 8 and Jodi-age 9. I would play with the girls when we visited Catherine. I liked the girls and they thought that my brother and I were simply the most adorable little boys they’d ever seen. Catherine knew about my bedwetting and wanted to let me wear diapers TO BED. My mother however didn’t want me to get used to it so, she nixed the idea. As soon as I arrived, the girls drug me upstairs to show me where I’d be sleeping. When we got to the guest room, I saw two baby cribs. Catherine had pulled the cribs out of storage so that she had something waterproof for me to sleep on. The second I saw the cribs, I very nearly wet myself right there. I think that the girls could tell that I was excited. They gave me questioning looks but, turned away quickly when I looked at them. They helped me put my clothes away until Catherine called us for lunch. As we ate lunch, Catherine asked me how I was doing, if I was excited about staying over and, if I would be ok playing with the girls for a few days. It was small talk to ease me into being away from my mother. After lunch, Catherine took me upstairs, into the guest room and closed the door. She told me that she knew about my bedwetting and my mother nixing the idea of me wearing a diaper to bed. She said that since she didn’t have any other waterproof covers, I would have to sleep in the crib. She looked and me and asked if I was going to fight her. I hesitated for a moment then, gave her a reluctant “no”. I really thought I was pulling one over on her. The girls and I played some games for a while until, we heard the telephone ring. Catherine sounded upset and entered the living room a moment later. She told us that a very dear friend of hers had fallen from a ladder and couldn’t get back into her apartment for her I.D. and wallet, before the ambulance took her to the hospital. She wanted Catherine to get the items and bring them to her in the hospital. Catherine told us that her friend had no family so she had to help her. She then informed us that her sister, Mattie, would be coming by to watch us while she helped her friend. That was when I saw a look of pure mischief on Jodi’s face. Jodi whispered something to the other girls then told us that we should all go up to her room so we wouldn’t be underfoot. Catherine was glad to get us out of her way until Mattie arrived so, she agreed and we all raced upstairs to Jodi and Sherry’s room. Jodi was the last to arrive, a few minutes later, with a suspicious package, wrapped in a garbage bag, under her arm. I could hear Catherine running around outside, getting ready to leave and checking on my brother, in the guest room. Jodi asked me if I wanted to play another game and I said yes. It was the best mistake of my life. Sherry and Kate, pinned me to Jodi’s bed while Patty put a pacifier in my mouth. Jodi had changed my brother’s diapers before so she knew exactly how to do it. She pulled my pants off, leaving my socks intact then, went my underwear. A pink diaper was put under me and baby powder was splashed all over. The diaper was pulled up and taped on. It happened before I could put up much of a fight. The girls released me and I sat there, absolutely gob smacked. My mind was racing, trying to process that I had just been diapered in front of and by my friends. I started to cry and Jodi pulled me onto her lap. “It’s ok. I watched how you look when your brother gets his diaper changed or when you mommy feeds him a bottle. You want to be a baby too, don’t you?” The emotions flowed out of me and I buried my head in Jodi’s shoulder. The other girls came over and hugged me, assuring me that it was alright. Catherine must have heard my crying and came upstairs. We all heard her footsteps and knew where she was headed. I dived under Jodi’s covers as the bedroom door popped open and Catherine stuck her head in the door, looking a bit upset and nervous. “What’s going on in here? I distinctly heard crying.” Jodi was quick with a probable and Ironic explanation “We’re Playing house, mommy. Jamie is the baby and he was pretending to be hungry.” I popped my head out from under the covers, the pacifier still in my mouth Catherine’s face squished up and she came over, pinched my cheeks (the ones on my face) and told me how adorable I looked. Just then, the doorbell rang. Catherine picked me up, along with the blankets and a look of shock came over her. She didn’t open the blankets to investigate but instead, carried me downstairs. At the door was a large woman with long, green hair and, the same mischievous look on her face that the girls had when they planned this little adventure. Catherine passed me to the woman, Mattie. She explained the situation to her sister but, strangely enough, left out the part of me being six years old. She even went so far as to say that my mom had mistakenly loaded the diaper bag with my brothers diapers and forgotten any of mine. She said that they still had some disposables from when the girls were little and to just use them until she returned. Now, before I continue, I would like you to understand something. I was never large by any definition of the word. While it is true that I might have passed for an average four year old, there was no way that I could have been mistaken for a toddler. To this day, I wonder if Mattie simply played along and if it was a giant conspiracy to baby me. The first thing Mattie did, after hugging her sister out the door was, check my diaper. I have to admit, I was nervous. I hadn’t been in diapers for nearly four years and no one, other than my mother, had ever diaper checked me. I started to cry but, Mattie was a baby expert, having babysat all through high school. She put me up against her shoulder and began to pat my back. My emotions were all over the map. I was happy to be babied, terrified that this woman would be angry when she inevitably discovered that I wasn’t a baby, confused about my feelings but, most of all, I was exhausted. As Mattie kept bouncing and patting me, I was lulled to sleep. When I awoke, I was in the crib and the side was up. I realized immediately that my diaper was soaked but, the crib was dry. It felt so secure and comfortable that, I sat down and began playing with the baby play station, on the cribs bars. I played for some time until my diaper cooled off and I began to notice a growing need. Lunch was going to force itself into the bottom of my diaper, in short order. I was in a panic. I realized that babies poop in their diapers but, I hadn’t messed myself since I was three. I also knew that if I Didn’t poop, Mattie might discover that I was faking being a baby. The more I thought about it, the more my stress built, as did my need. Finally, nature won out and I filled my diaper. I was so upset and scared that, I began bawling. My crying woke up my brother who also, began bawling. Mattie and the girls were in the room seconds later. Jodi went to take care of my brother while Mattie came to console me. “What have we here? Two stinky baby boys?” Mattie said, looking over to jodi who, nodded. Mattie gave me a pacifier which, in all honesty, made me feel better. She called to Sherry who, laid a plastic-coated mat on the crib mattress. Mattie laid me on the mat and I realized what was going to happen. Mattie was going to change my poopy diaper! I began wriggling, never thinking of calling out that I was not a baby. I then looked at myself. I was wearing a poopy diaper, laying in a baby crib, sucking on a pacifier. I could not deny it to myself any longer, I was a baby and, by my own hand too. If I had fought off the girls when they first babied me or, denied it to Catherine but, I hadn’t. Now, there I was, having my mom’s friend’s sister wipe my poop covered but and slip a baby blue…BABY BLUE??? Catherine had said that they could use the girl’s diapers from when they were little but…girl’s diapers are PINK! How did they get boys diapers? Sherry must have read my mind and said, “It’s a good thing Mrs. Dunglow could spare some boy diapers, cause the girl ones almost leaked “Yes indeed. I’m going to have to have a word withy his mommy, if I see her. Forgetting diapers for a baby! What a terrible thing to do to a child and your friend.” Mattie said as she fastened the tapes on my diaper. What happened next shocked me even more. Mattie pulled something from under me and over the front of the diaper. I heard and felt, four snaps. I wasn’t wearing my tee shirt, I was wearing a baby’s ONSIE! I was still in shock as Mattie picked me up and carried me over to see how Jodi was doing with my brother. Jodie was just finishing with his onsie and Mattie looked over her work. “Good job sweetie, you’ll make a terrific mommy some day. Let’s hope however, for your mom’s piece of mind that that day is a long way off Now, let’s get some dinner, I’m sure these two little guys are hungry. Mattie carried me into the kitchen where, I saw Two highchairs. Mattie slipped me into one and fastened the tray while Jodi did the same for my brother. We were just about to start the meal when the front door opened. Catherine came in, took one look at us and immediately pulled out her phone. I saw a few flashes of light and Catherine giggling. Mattie stayed for dinner and insisted on feeding me. She also gave me a baby bottle. By the time the bottle was half-way done, I had wet my diaper. Catherine was surprised but, almost fell over when Mattie said, “Be glad it’s only wet. For crying out loud sis, what did you feed this kid for lunch. His naptime diaper was really stinky.” I buried my face in my hands to hide my shame “Honestly though, you should really remind his mommy to remember his diapers, the next time you baby-sit. If not for the girl’s old ones and Carol’s donation, we would have been in trouble.” Mattie continued Stunned, Catherine could only stare at her sister. Finally, she managed to speak. “You asked Mrs. Dunglow for diapers? Did you tell her who they were for?” Catherine asked, concerned “I told her you were baby-sitting and needed a couple of boy diapers, around size 6. Why? I heard this and began crying. I knew Mrs. Dunglow. She was a very nice lady and she often gave us cookies and, she knew me and my brother. My brain put together the pieces and came up with the idea that she would ask mom why she had me in diapers at age 6. I could see my mom blushing then, me getting spanked for not speaking up and telling Mattie that I wasn’t a baby. Catherine picked me up and tried to console me. I kept telling her that I was sorry. She told me that she would make sure I wasn’t punished for this. Mattie was stunned when I spoke and demanded an explanation. A few minutes later, Catherine had explained everything to Mattie. Mattie looked at me, frowning then, suddenly smiled and took me from Catherine. She held me in a hug and said, “Six years old? No, I don’t believe it. This little guy can’t be more than three. As far as I’m concerned, I just helped take care of a couple of babies this afternoon. Nothing more.” She looked at me then, passed me back to Catherine. “I know that sometimes, children are forced to grow up too fast and need some “baby-time”. I remember a certain little girl who loved to play baby when she thought she was alone.” Mattie continued. Catherine looked shocked and blushed. I really didn’t understand, at the time, what was going on but, I was glad that I wasn’t in trouble. Mattie said her goodbyes and left. Catherine sat me down and talked to me about my wanting to be a baby some times. We finally came to an agreement. Neither one of us would tell my mom about what happened and, whenever she baby-sat my brother and me, she would let me be a baby if I wanted to. I had several more baby adventures at Miss Kitty’s house, until I was 10 years old and then, Catherine said that she couldn’t do it any more. We still visited and I still stayed over from time to time and, the girls embarrassed me on occasion with tales of my baby-time visits but, never in public. I have remained friends with the girls and we talk from time to time. Jodi and I have even begun dating (I’m 15 now and she’s 18). She says that if I want too, when she get’s her own place, she’ll “baby-sit” me whenever I want to.   I’m a very happy baby boy
  14. urson

    Bad Jokes

    What did the judge say to his dentist? "Do you promise to pull the tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth?" What did the beautician say to the Mafioso? "I'm gonna offer you a make-over you can't refuse."
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