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By Meeseeks88 · Posted
Chapter 15 – A Baby’s Life The front door opened and my mother walked in holding a big McDonalds bag. I was looking forward to a nice juicy cheeseburger and waited eagerly whilst she took off her shoes. ‘Right then’, said my mother, ‘where are we eating?’ ‘Just through here’, replied Christina as she led us into the kitchen. As my mother placed the McDonalds bag onto the table, she immediately noticed the highchair at the side of the dining table and looked at me. ‘Is that where you’re eating?’ she joked. I shuffled my feet about on the spot awkwardly and avoided eye contact. Christina looked slightly nervous as well. My mothers’ eyes widened. ‘Oh my’, she exclaimed, ‘that is where you’ve been eating, isn’t it?’ I continued avoiding eye contact and nodded in response. ‘I was surprised that he could actually fit in it’, chuckled Christina. ‘Well, this I have to see’, my mother laughed. I cringed as I watched Christina open up the highchair and ushered me to sit in it. ‘Do I have to sit in it?’ I asked. ‘Go on Jake’, encouraged Christina, ‘let your mummy see you in the highchair’. I rolled my eyes and slowly walked over to the highchair and allowed Christina to help me get into it. I sat awkwardly whilst I was strapped in and the highchair table was locked into place. For the finishing touch, Christina couldn’t help but tie a bib on me. ‘Aw my widdle Jakey is all ready for his din dins’, cooed my mother. I began blushing again and just wanted to start eating my cheeseburger. I watched eagerly as my mother pulled out two Big Mac meals from the bag and gave one to Christina before placing one down for herself. I continued waiting as she went back into the bag. However, instead of pulling out a cheeseburger, she pulled out a Happy Meal. ‘Why have I got a Happy Meal?’ I complained, ‘I wanted a cheeseburger’. ‘I thought it would be more appropriate’, my mother giggled, ‘it’s been a long time since I’ve ordered you a Happy Meal’. As Christina and my mother began eating, I opened up the Happy Meal to reveal four chicken nuggets and some fries. There was also a small box which I took out. ‘Ooh what toy have you got Jake?’ asked Christina excitedly. I opened it and pulled out a plastic toy Mario. ‘Ooh wow, Mario’, smiled my mother, ‘you’re a lucky boy’. It felt weird being spoken to like a little kid but I guess it felt fitting considering I was sitting in a highchair, wearing a romper and eating a Happy Meal. It didn’t take me long to finish my food but surprisingly I felt full by the end of it. It was then I realised that I didn’t have a drink. ‘Did you pick me up a coke?’ I asked. ‘Sorry, no I didn’t’, replied my mother. ‘Why not?’ I complained. ‘Well, I saw earlier that you had a bottle and so I figured you’d prefer some juice’, she said. ‘But I wanted a coke’, I grumbled. ‘Don’t be ungrateful please, Jake’, Christina chimed in, ‘you should be thanking your Mummy for treating you to a McDonalds’. As Christina got up to prepare a bottle of juice, I folded my arms and sulked in the highchair. ‘Aw I know that look’, smiled my mother, ‘that’s a cranky baby right there. I think we’ll be having an early bedtime tonight.’ ‘I’ll run him a bath after dinner’, announced Christina as she put my baby bottle down on the highchair tray. I began to feel very little as the two women continued talking as if I was a toddler. I couldn’t really argue as I picked up my bottle of juice and began sucking hungrily on the rubber nipple. Christina and my mother continued chatting as I drank my juice. I was still annoyed that I had been denied a coke. I didn’t mind juice but after drinking it for the past few days, it was getting a bit boring. I continued drinking my juice and watched as Christina left the room for a second. My mother occasionally glanced over and smiled at the sight of her twenty-one-year-old son in a highchair drinking his bottle. Christina then returned to the kitchen with my colouring book and some crayons. ‘Did you want to show Mummy your pictures?’ she asked. I cringed with embarrassment. ‘Ooh let me see’, smiled my mother as she began looking through my colouring book and commenting how well I had done. As patronising as it was, I couldn’t help but feel proud. I had worked hard on my colouring and had managed to stay inside of the lines. I grinned slightly knowing that the ‘grown-ups’ were impressed by my pictures. My mother then quickly wiped the highchair tray before placing the book down. Christina removed my bib and replaced it with my dummy. I picked out some crayons and started doing some more colouring while Christina and my mother sat down and finished their meals. To say I felt ‘little’ was an understatement. Just when I didn’t think I could feel anymore babyish, I was surprised yet again. Listening to the two women having a chat as if I wasn’t there made me feel slightly vulnerable but being strapped tightly into the highchair made me feel safe. The thick nappy between my legs was also a constant reminder that going to the toilet was something that I didn’t need to worry about anymore. I joyfully started swinging my legs back and forth whilst focusing on my colouring and happily sucking on my dummy. A little while later, Christina and my mother finished their meals just as I completed my picture. ‘Ooh what have you done sweetheart?’ asked Christina as she looked over at me. I held up my picture which received a round of applause from the two women. ‘Aw well done baby’, cheered my mother, ‘you’ve done such a good job’. I grinned widely behind my dummy and felt proud of myself for doing a good job. ‘Right then’, said Christina standing up, ‘I think it’s time that we got this baby into the bath’. ‘I agree’, replied my mother, ‘it’s not long until his beddie bies’. ‘But I’m not tired’ I complained taking out my dummy. ‘You’ve had a long day’, Christina announced before looking down at the dining table, ‘and I’ve still got to clean all this mess up as well’. ‘I’m happy to clean up down here if you wanted to take the baby for his bath’, said my mother. I once again cringed a little bit at being referred to as ‘the baby’. ‘Are you sure?’ asked Christina. ‘It’s my pleasure’, smiled my mother. With that, she started to tidy up the table while Christina came over and let me out of the highchair. She held my hand and led me upstairs. When we reached the bathroom, Christina began filling the bathtub with water. She then turned to me and took off my romper and tossed it aside. Afterwards, she knelt down and ripped open my nappy. As she pulled it away, she inspected it and was impressed that I had managed to keep it dry. I was almost impressed myself. I looked down at my crotch which was still covered heavily in baby powder. Even without a nappy, I still looked babyish down below. As I got into the bathtub, I sighed with relief as the warm water welcomed my naked body. Christina picked up a wash cloth and gently began to clean me. ‘What’s going to happen now?’ I asked. ‘I’m not sure to be honest’, replied Christina, ‘I wasn’t expecting your mother to find out about all of this. I certainly didn’t expect her to go along with it’. ‘I really don’t know how I feel about all of this baby stuff now that my mother is involved’, I admitted. ‘I’m sure you’ll figure it out’, smiled Christina, ‘I’m more than happy to continue babying you for now’. As she continued washing me, I tried to forget about it and just enjoy my bath. However, as Christina began washing my genitals, I suddenly found myself becoming aroused. ‘Is that for me, Jake?’ Christina giggled, ‘I don’t think that’s very appropriate’ ‘Sorry’, I smiled whilst blushing. ‘By the way’, said Christina who now had a slightly more serious look on her face, ‘it’s probably best that we keep the whole breastfeeding thing between us’. I nodded, ‘I agree’. ‘It might be a bit too much for your mother to understand that I’ve been breastfeeding you so we’ll keep it a secret…at least for now’, winked Christina. I wasn’t sure what she meant by that. I certainly didn’t want my mother to know that I’d been getting breastfed although at this point it probably wouldn’t surprise her. After my bath, I hopped out and Christina helped to get me dry before wrapping a towel around my waist. We walked into the nursery where my mother was waiting for us. ‘I was just admiring the nursery’, she said to Christina, ‘you’ve really done an excellent job’. ‘Thank you’, she replied, ‘I worked hard on it. As the two women began chatting about the nursery, I walked over to the window and discreetly looked outside. The summer sun was still shining down and I felt a bit glum that I had to go to bed. I continued looking outside and noticed a young couple around my age in the distance. They were holding hands and laughing. I started to wonder if that was the life that I wanted. My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by my mother. ‘Come away from the window sweetie’, she chuckled, ‘we don’t want the neighbourhood seeing you in your towel’. ‘Sorry’, I replied, ‘I was just distracted’. ‘Well hop over here mister’, she cooed, ‘it’s nappy time’. I sighed and took one last glance at the happy couple outside before heading over to the changing table to have a clean nappy put on me. I lay down and raised my bottom so that my mother could put a fresh nappy underneath me. As she began to sprinkle me with a generous amount of baby powder, there was something on my mind. ‘How long are we going to continue with this?’ I asked. ‘With what?’ my mother replied. ‘The whole baby thing’, I said, ‘I don’t know how comfortable I feel about it’. ‘You enjoy wearing nappies, don’t you?’ she asked ‘Well, yeah’, I said. ‘And you’ve enjoyed these past few days with me’, added Christina. ‘Yeah, I have’, I admitted. ‘So, what’s the problem?’, she said. ‘I just don’t know if I want to keep doing it’, I told them. My mother grinned, ‘well you were certainly enjoying yourself in the highchair earlier. Don’t think I didn’t notice you waving your feet around while you were colouring’. I blushed as I didn’t think anyone had seen that. ‘I mean I enjoyed that…it’s just…I don’t know…I’m just…erm…’I couldn’t get my words out and felt very confused about it all. On the one hand I wanted to grow up but being babied made me feel so happy inside, even if it was a little embarrassing at times. Christina smiled, ‘I don’t think baby really knows what he wants, does he?’ Before I could give an answer, she put a dummy into my mouth which I began to suck on pathetically. ‘You don’t need to worry’, said my mother as she finished fastening my nappy, ‘we’ll make those kinds of decisions for you…if that’s what you would like?’ I was still trying to work out what I really wanted. I honestly didn’t know. Suddenly, I felt myself beginning to gently sob. I felt so confused and looked up at the two women in desperation, hoping for an answer. ‘It’s alright Jake’, smiled Christina, ‘we’ll take care of you’. ‘I think someone’s ready for beddie bies’, said my mother. I knew that being in the crib would help me feel safe and calm. I nodded my head in agreement. As I was helped down from the changing table, my mother led me over to the crib. I took one last look outside at the daylight before Christina closed the curtains. After being tucked in, Christina wound up the mobile whilst my mother pulled up the side of the crib and locked it into place. The sound of lullabies filled the air as the two women leaned over the crib to admire me. All I could do was look back at them and suck on my dummy like a baby. ‘Christina will keep an eye on you tonight’ said my mother, ‘I’ll come back tomorrow ready for another day of fun’. ‘Okay Mummy’, I babbled through my dummy ‘Oh, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of fun over the next few days’, agreed Christina, ‘and maybe even more fun after that’. Both women then took it in turns to lean in and gently kiss me on the forehead. ‘Night night little guy’, whispered Christina. ‘Have a good sleep my beautiful little baby’, whispered my mother. ‘Night night’, I replied whilst sounding just like a toddler. The two women walked towards the door before my mother turned around. ‘Oh, by the way’, she said, ‘I overheard your little conversation in the bathroom. I had no idea that Christina had been breastfeeding you’. Christina suddenly looked nervous but my mother just smiled. ‘Relax’, she grinned, ‘it’s slightly unconventional, but if that’s what my baby needs then I’m sure we can work something out’. My mother winked at me before the two women left the room. I definitely didn’t want to know what she meant by that last comment. As the animals turned around on the mobile, I felt very confused about what I wanted. I wasn’t a real baby after all and I hated that I had been put to bed so early. After seeing the happy couple outside earlier, maybe it was time that I grew up. I decided that I would tell Christina and my mother my decision in the morning. As the lullabies continued to play, I sucked happily on my dummy and felt my eyes beginning to get heavy. I smiled to myself knowing that I was safe inside the crib and began to hum along to some of the familiar nursery rhymes. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt a familiar warm sensation inside of my nappy as I started wetting myself. I definitely wasn’t a baby though and I would tell them that tomorrow... Or maybe the day after… Or perhaps even a few days after that… I will definitely tell them that I’m not a baby at some point… One day… Maybe. THE END (for now…) Hi everyone. If you’ve made it to the end, thank you for reading my story. I have been overwhelmed by some of the positive comments and am really pleased that you have been enjoying Jakes adventure. I am ending the story here for now as I’m taking some time to figure out the next stage of Jakes journey. I had always planned to end the story here but due to your amazing feedback, I wonder if there is more story to tell… As always, any comments and feedback are appreciated. Thanks again everyone 😊 -
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By IminWetPampers · Posted
That used to happen to me but once I went back to wearing diapers 24/7/365 I find I no longer have that problem. -
By IminWetPampers · Posted
I'd say that I'm about 50/50 AB to DL and even though I'm currently wearing Megamax diapers I'd give them a solid 3.5 because aside from the extra tape per side they remind me a lot of late 70's to 80's Pampers (albeit without the wonderful smell) but the thickness is there as well as the crinkle and I do try to make myself smell as babyish as possible with J&J baby lotion, powder and considering how thoroughly I use them, they remind me exactly of the Pampers I wore for most of my childhood and teen years (ahh to have those years back again).
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