Mommies and Daddies

Here's part two of the story. I hope you like it. 😠😠🤔 While Bulma and Chi-Chi were moodily sitting in their infantile prison, Videl was walking around Capsule Corp in her gray pants, skirt, and jacket and yellow t-shirt with her long black hair done up in a ponytail, and her blue eyes looking around for any sign of Bulma and Chi-Chi. It had been two months since anybody had seen them. She had talked to Dr. Briefs and his wife about it, but they seemed unbothered since Bulma had been working in her lab for long stretches at a time since Goku left with Shenron after the fight with the Shadow Dragons. Videl knew that already, but Chi-Chi disappearing too still struck her as odd. She knew her mother-in-law well enough to know that it wasn't like her to disappear for long stretches at a time. Something was going on, and she planned to find out what it was. Thankfully, Dr. Briefs had enough sense to tell Videl that Bulma had spent most of her time in a lab she had built for special experiments. Videl arrived at the location and found a wall in the middle of Bulma's lab. The lab itself was untouched, adding to Videl's worries that something was wrong. She saw that the wall had two revolving doors in the center of the wall and a computer console next to it. Videl went to check the console, but it was password protected, and Videl was unable to guess what it was. Deciding to check it out herself, Videl went towards the revolving door. Even if something was wrong, she was confident that if she kept her guard up, she could easily find Bulma and Chi-Chi and figure out what was going on. Videl entered the revolving door and instantly realized that she was walking on a treadmill. What was worse was that in only a few seconds, she was in complete darkness with no option but to keep walking on the treadmill. Suddenly, she felt her jacket get pulled off along with her skirt and pants. Videl then sneezed as she felt talcum powder fall on top of her. While Videl was processing that, she felt a large cloth get wrapped around her pelvis while she heard the sound of safety pins and shivered at thin cold metal brushing up against her skin. Videl also felt something get tied onto her head before she finally saw light. She found herself in a large area with tan walls and tiled floors, like a museum. Videl glanced at a mirror and looked at herself in shock. Aside from her t-shirt, the only thing she was wearing was a giant cloth diaper that was secured by a giant safety pin like out of the cartoons, and she had a green baby bonnet tied onto her head. She looked like the January model for a pinup calendar. It was at this moment that she guessed what happened. Bulma invited Chi-Chi to test out some new inventions of hers that cared for children, and something had gone wrong. "Oh, this is just ridiculous." Videl said about the idea that two grown women could be held captive by machines. Videl walked forward, ready to lay into Bulma and Chi-Chi as if they were Pan and Bulla. However, what she didn't know was that the powder used on her was the special powder Bulma invented for testing the child care products, meaning everything Videl was about to come across would register her as a baby. To be continued...

3.69 near my house today

Kayla laid there feeling like she was having an out of body experience!  What am I doing here what’s going on.  She thinks to herself as the tapes of her diaper are ripped open.   The soft music kept her occupied she almost wanted to suck her thumb.  Kayla felt like she was going crazy or something.  “Sure a nap sounds good.” She said standing there in a nice fresh crinkly diaper!     

Chapter 22 - The End of Babyhood I woke up Sunday morning feeling slightly subdued. This was my final day of freedom from being an adult. Tomorrow, I would be waking up early to go back to stacking shelves in a supermarket. It wasn’t exactly something that I was looking forward to. However, it would also be my chance to spend some more time with Samantha and hopefully tell her how I felt. I sighed and looked up at the farmyard animals floating above my head. They were motionless and the crib mobile was silent. It was almost as if it was telling me that my time as a baby was almost up. I sucked gently on my dummy and suddenly noticed the foul smell in the air. I instantly knew that I had messed my nappy in the night but it didn’t bother me. After taking Samantha’s words on board yesterday, I realised that incontinence was a part of me and I shouldn’t be ashamed of it. It wasn’t long before Christina entered the nursery. ‘Morning my cute little baby’, she cooed before the smell hit her, ‘or should I say my stinky little baby?’ I giggled in my crib at Christina’s joke. She walked over and let down the side of the crib before leading me over to the changing table. Christina barely reacted as she opened up my messy nappy. I guess by now that she was used to it. I raised my legs and allowed her to begin wiping my bottom. She sighed, ‘I know this is going to sound odd, but I’m really going to miss you’. With the dummy in my mouth, I could do nothing but look up at her. ‘I definitely won’t miss changing your smelly nappies’, she giggled, ‘but I’ll miss everything else’. She removed my dummy to allow me to speak. ‘I’m really going to miss you too Auntie’, I said, ‘maybe I could still come and visit you every now and then’. ‘I’d like that’, Christina smiled, ‘although I’m sure that you’ll be too busy with Samantha’. ‘I hope so’, I chuckled, ‘I’m just going to miss the special bond that we have Auntie’. ‘Well then’, grinned Christina, ‘let’s make your last day as a baby as special as we can’.   After having my nappy changed, we headed downstairs for breakfast. Christina strapped me into the highchair and tied a bib around my neck before starting breakfast. ‘Do you like pancakes Jake?’ she asked. ‘I love pancakes’, I said licking my lips. I watched eagerly as she whipped up some pancakes before turning to me. ‘Did you want some chocolate spread on them?’ she asked. I nodded my head eagerly and watched as she spread the chocolate all over the pancakes. It wasn’t long until she had prepared my breakfast and brought it over to me on a plastic plate along with some plastic cutlery. After placing my breakfast on the highchair tray, she sat down at the dining table to eat her food, allowing me to feed myself for once. Unfortunately, as I looked up at my hands that had the mittens tied around them, I sighed and knew that this was going to be a struggle. I managed to pick up my knife and fork which I held onto tightly. However, as I attempted to cut my food, I quickly realised that the pancakes were tougher than the cutlery was. I used all of my strength to desperately cut my food but it was no good. In the end, I resorted to using the plastic cutlery to rip apart the pancakes instead. Although I had ripped them into smaller pieces, trying to get a piece of pancake into my mouth was yet another challenge. The only way that I managed to do it was to hold the piece of food between the fork and knife and carefully lift it into my mouth. It tasted delicious and it made a nice change from cereal. However, I wasn’t so lucky when taking my next mouthful. Just as the pancake reached my mouth, it slid out of the cutlery and down my bib. ‘Messy baby’, giggled Christina who had been watching me struggle. ‘Can you take these mittens off please?’ I asked. ‘Not yet, I wouldn’t want to spoil all the fun’, she chuckled, ‘have another go sweetie, I know you can do it’. I scooped up another piece of pancake and gently brought to my mouth. As I attempted to eat it, the food once again slipped out of the cutlery. However, I managed to catch it and held the piece of pancake against my chin using the plastic fork. I carefully slide it up my chin and into my mouth, smearing chocolate spread all around my mouth in the process. I continued to mindfully eat the rest of my breakfast. I ended up spilling most of it down me but managed to get a good deal of it into my mouth. As I finished my last bite, I heard a knock at the door. ‘That’ll be your Mummy’, beamed Christina as she got up and answered the door. I heard them greeting each other before making their way towards the kitchen. My mother walked in and started laughing as she saw me sitting in the highchair with my mouth covered in chocolate spread. ‘Look at the state of you’, she joked, ‘I’m not quite sure that you’re ready to start feeding yourself again just yet’. ‘I’ve made pancakes for breakfast if you’d like some?’ said Christina. ‘That sounds lovely, thank you’, replied my mother. Christina placed a bottle of juice onto my highchair tray before joining my mother at the dining table. As the two women began eating, I grabbed my bottle with both of my hands and started drinking my juice. I could only imagine how babyish I looked as I sat in the highchair, drinking my bottle using both hands with chocolate spread smeared all around my mouth. The bonnet and mittens were the finishing touch no doubt. I sat and drank my juice quietly whilst my mother and Christina had a chat and finished their food. After breakfast was finished, Christina and my mother walked over to me. Christina began rubbing my back whilst my mother wiped my face. It didn’t take long before I let out a loud burp. ‘Good boy’, smiled Christina. ‘I think someone enjoyed their pancakes’, cooed my mother. I was used to the babyish comments made towards me and smiled back in return. I was finally let out of the highchair and we made our way into the living room. ‘Well, since this is Jakes last day, I guess I’d better start tidying some of this stuff up’, said Christina as she looked around the living room full of babyish items. ‘I can help you’, smiled my mother. ‘Me too’, I added. Christina grinned at me, ‘aw that’s very sweet of you Jake’, she cooed, ‘but this is a job for the grown-ups’. My mother led me over to the playpen and lifted me into it. I grumbled at having to sit in the playpen. However, my mood changed when I saw Christina putting on an episode of Bluey. I moved to the edge of the playpen so that I was closer to the TV. As the two women began tidying up around the house, I held my cuddly dinosaur in my lap and enjoyed watching Bluey. I looked over at my mother. ‘Mummy, can I have my dummy please?’ I asked. ‘Of course you can’, she grinned as she brought it over to me, ‘open wide’. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and allowed her to slip the rubber nipple into my mouth. ‘Fankyou’, I babbled. ‘Aw, you’re welcome pumpkin’, my mother cooed. I sucked gently on my dummy and was determined to enjoy whatever time I had left as a baby. After an hour or two, I yawned loudly and let the dummy fall out of my mouth. ‘I think someone’s ready for their nap’, smiled Christina. I nodded. ‘Hang on a minute’, said my mother, ‘I’m not sure that we should put him down for a nap’. ‘But I’m tired’, I complained and desperately wanted to be in my crib. ‘You’ve got to go to work tomorrow’, replied my mother, ‘I don’t think they’ll be letting you go for a nap during your shift. We need to get you used to staying awake for the whole day. ‘But I’m sleepy’, I cried and started to have a little tantrum. ‘I know what you can have instead’, smiled Christina and went into the kitchen. I was still gently sobbing until she returned. ‘Who wants a Bluey cookie?’ she beamed. Suddenly, I stopped crying and a big grin appeared on my face. ‘Me Auntie!’ I cheered gleefully. As she handed it to me, I immediately dropped it and struggled to pick it back up. My mother saw me struggling and walked over to the playpen. ‘I think maybe it’s time we took these off of you’, she said before removing my bonnet and mittens. It felt strange not having them on but I was pleased that I could pick up my cookie and eat it. For the rest of the afternoon, I was allowed to get out of the playpen and do some colouring. Christina and my mother were both super impressed at all of my pictures. I wondered if Samantha would be impressed by my colouring skills. I thought back to how cute she had looked when drinking from a baby bottle yesterday. Maybe she would enjoy some of the other babyish stuff as well. Before I could think anymore, it was time for dinner. As we walked into the kitchen, the first thing that I noticed was that the highchair was no longer at the dining table. Instead, it was folded away in the corner of the room. I looked at Christina in confusion. ‘I think it’s about time you sat at the grown-up table’, said Christina with a slight sadness in her voice. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I had been so used to eating in the highchair all this time. I sat at the dining table and waited patiently for my food. I was surprised yet again when Christina brought over a roast dinner that she had prepared along with a glass of coke that she placed in front of me. ‘Can I trust you without a bib?’ she giggled. ‘I guess so’, I smiled in return. As Christina and my mother began to tuck into their meals, I felt very odd. Apart from wearing a romper and a nappy, every other babyish item seemed to have disappeared. It almost felt like a foreign concept to be eating with a normal knife and fork and drinking from a glass instead of a bottle. I had to admit though that it did feel nice to be drinking coke instead of juice. My mother looked over at me, ‘I hear that you and Samantha have been getting along pretty well’. ‘Oh…erm yeah, she’s pretty cool’, I replied. My mother giggled, ‘aw my little Jake has a crush’. I blushed and didn’t really want to talk about my potentional love life. ‘You should ask her out for a drink tomorrow’, suggested Christina. ‘I don’t know’, I replied, ‘I’m a little bit nervous’. ‘She’s a lovely girl’, Christina smiled, ‘I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to go on a date with you’. I smiled and continued to eat my dinner whilst doing my best to avoid the subject. The thought of seeing Samantha again really excited me, I just didn’t want to blow my chance with her. As I finished my dinner, a foul smell suddenly filled the air. I instantly recognised the smell and knew that I had messed myself. For some reason it felt even more belittling than usual. I was finally allowed to begin my journey back to adulthood and sit at the dining table with the adults yet I’d suddenly filled my nappy like a baby. My mother was the second one to notice the smell. ‘You certainly don’t want to be doing that on your date with Samantha’, she joked. I blushed and hoped that it wouldn’t happen. ‘I’m happy to change him if you don’t mind clearing up in here’, said Christina. ‘Sure thing’, replied my mother. With that, Christina took me back up to the nursery one final time. As we entered, I immediately went over to the changing table and hopped on. Christina got out the changing supplies before turning to me and sighing. ‘One final nappy change?’ she asked as she removed my romper. ‘Yes please Auntie’, I replied. It was a sombre moment and I think we both wished that my time with Christina could last forever. She opened up my nappy to see the mess that I had made. ‘It’s going to feel strange not to be wiping any bottoms tomorrow’, she laughed, ‘you’ll have to start doing it yourself from now on’. I realised that she was right. It wasn’t going to be pleasant but I would have to start taking responsibility for whatever mess I made in my nappy from now on. I noticed that Christina took her time cleaning me, almost as if she was savouring every moment. She carefully wiped around my butt hole and triple checked that I was clean. She placed a fresh nappy underneath me and sprinkled some powder onto my genitals and bottom. ‘Did you want to have a go at putting your nappy on?’ she asked. I sat up and pulled the nappy over my privates. Christina showed me how to tape it on nice and tightly. For a first attempt, the nappy felt pretty snug and I was confident that I would be able to take care of my nappy changes from now on. As I hopped off the changing table, Christina handed me my backpack that I had brought with me at the very beginning of our time together. ‘I guess I’ll leave you to get dressed’, she said with a slight sadness in her voice. I nodded in agreement and got myself dressed after she had left the room. After getting back into my regular clothes I picked up my bag. As I walked over to the door, I stopped and turned around. It sounded silly but I was really going to miss the nursery. I looked over at the changing table where I’d had so many nappy changes. I then turned my attention to the crib. I’d had so many care free nights in the crib and it really felt like my safe place. I was sad to be leaving it behind but knew that it was the right thing to do. With that, I turned around and left the nursery. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I looked around the living room. Apart from the playpen in the corner, you couldn’t even tell that I had been staying here. After another half an hour or so, it was time to leave. My mother had offered to help me get settled back into my apartment. I put my shoes on before turning to Christina and gave her a big hug. ‘Thank you for everything’, I smiled. ‘I should be thanking you Jake’, she replied, ‘I’ve enjoyed every minute of our time together. Don’t be a stranger though, I’ve still got all of your toys here if you ever want to visit’. ‘I’d like that’, I whispered, ‘I love you Auntie’. ‘I love you too sweetheart’, she replied and kissed me on top of my head. She then handed me a large plastic bag. ‘What’s this?’ I asked. ‘Have a look when you get home’, she grinned, ‘it’s just a little something for you to remember our time together’. We said our final goodbyes before walking outside. Without thinking about it, I held onto my mother’s hand. I quickly let go. ‘Sorry’, I blushed, ‘force of habit’. ‘You can hold my hand anytime you like’, my mother chuckled. I walked with my mother back to my apartment. It felt very strange being back home. Part of me wanted to run back to Christina but I was determined to stand on my own two legs for a change and embrace adulthood. ‘I came round here the other day to tidy up for you and noticed that you didn’t have any hot water’, said my mother. I had forgotten about that. ‘I’ve sorted it out for you though’, my mother smiled, ‘you just needed to reset your boiler. I’ve got you some food in as well and I’ve done a bit of your laundry’. ‘Thanks Mummy’, I replied. My mother chuckled again, ‘I don’t mind you calling me Mummy but just make sure you don’t do it when you introduce me to Samantha’. We both laughed. I took a hot shower whilst my mother tidied a few things away. Afterwards, I got dry before walking into my bedroom to find that my mother had placed a clean nappy on the bed for me. I let my towel drop to the floor just as my mother walked in. ‘Do you need any help?’ she asked. I quickly covered up, ‘I’m good thanks’. My mother put her hands on her hips, ‘are you really covering up now after all those nappy changes I’ve given you?’ ‘Sorry’ I apologised, ‘it feels weird not being in the nursery’. ‘Well, I can get you a crib for your birthday if you’d like’, she joked. I wasn’t completely opposed to the idea. My mother observed me as I put my nappy on and agreed that I had done a good job. ‘Right then’, she said, ‘get into bed’. ‘Now?’ I asked, ‘I wanted to see what Christina had given me’. ‘You said you were tired earlier’, replied my mother, ‘plus you’ve got work in the morning’. I reluctantly agreed and got under my duvet. It was a warm night and so I decided to sleep in just my nappy. ‘Do you think I’ll always be incontinent?’ I asked. ‘Not at all’, replied my mother, ‘I’ve potty trained you once, I’m sure I could do it again’. ‘I wouldn’t mind that’, I admitted. I still enjoyed wearing nappies but I wanted it to be out of leisure rather than necessity. ‘I’ll see if I can get you some Pull Ups, I’m sure they do adult sized ones’, said my mother before she started giggling, ‘I could even get you a little training potty to sit on’. By this point I had experienced eating out of a highchair, sleeping in a crib and playing in a playpen. Sitting on a training potty really didn’t seem too bad. ‘I’ll pop back and see you at some point in the week’, said my mother as she leant in and kissed me on my forehead, ‘night night’. ‘Night night Mummy’, I smiled. My mother turned off my bedroom light before I heard her gathering her things and walking out the door. However, the second the door had closed, I leapt back out of bed and turned on the light. I was desperate to see what Christina had given me. I found the plastic bag and brought it into my bedroom. I sat on the bed and looked inside. The first thing I pulled out was my colouring book and crayons. I smiled and put them into my drawer. The other item in the bag was my stuffed dinosaur. I took him out and held him in my arms before I saw one more thing at the bottom of the bag. I reached in and pulled out my dinosaur dummy, the first dummy that Christina had bought for me. I put it into my mouth and got back into bed. I tucked in my dinosaur next to me before kissing it on the head through my dummy. I reached over for my phone and got up a YouTube playlist of non-stop nursery rhymes. As the familiar tune of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ filled the room, I closed my eyes and started to fall asleep whilst gently sucking on my dummy and hugging my dinosaur. I smiled and felt confident about embracing adult life again, even if I did still have a few babyish habits. I wasn’t quite what you would call a ‘proper grown-up’, but I would get there…eventually.                                                                                                                                                         THE END   If you’ve made it to the end, thank you for reading my story. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. I feel like this is a good place to end. Jake is now ready to tackle adult life again whilst retaining some of his babyish attributes. I have written an additional two chapters which I will post soon. These will serve as a little look into the next part of Jake’s adventure although I feel that this will become a new story separate to this one. As always, any comments are appreciated.

Not sure if it is appropriate here (and will remove if so), but here are some depictions of how I imagine Ishtar at the end of her journey (AI helped with the images but NOT the writing).