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By Meeseeks88 · Posted
My most embarrassing moment was at the grocery store. I was standing in a queue at the checkout and needed to poop. I messed my diaper because it felt thrilling to do it in public. However, the person at the checkout was having an issue with the card machine and so the queue stopped moving. After a few minutes, the smell of my diaper started to attract the attention of some of the customers. I avoided eye contact and hoped that they didn't know it was me. Needless to say, after I'd paid for my shopping, I made a very quick exit. I always think twice before pooping in public now -
By babywendymarie · Posted
You said, " "If I could wave a magic wand or give you a pill that would erase these infantile feelings of wanting to regress and wear diapers, would you want that? Do you really want to be rid of these feelings and become "normal" like everyone else?" I was stunned. Her question; this question, strikes at the heart of our struggle. No, I answered honestly. If I am honest with myself, I do NOT want to be "cured" of this and be "normal." I love my diapers, I love my baby-side, and my mommy/baby fantasy that involves messing my pants for Mommy is one of the few things that keeps me sane in a world filled with pain and suffering." I'm right with you. I have never purged. In fact as time goes by I'm somehow able to regress more deeply. Hard to describe, but it's just what comes out of me. I adore my inner infant. I make an effort to incorproate her into my daily life even though I am not 24/7. In fact I only wear diapers at night (for the most part) and usually take them off upon waking. The funny thing is that while I'm in my thick cloth baby diapers I always tell my imaginary mommy that I want to be in diapers all the time.... -
By Meeseeks88 · Posted
17) Jenny Returns I woke up the next morning needing to poop. I hated having to do that kind of thing in my diaper. Even after a week, I still couldn’t get used to the idea of messing my diaper. Nevertheless, I had very little choice in the matter as my stomach started to feel very uncomfortable. I groaned in disgust as I pushed gently and began filling my diaper. The familiar warm, gooey mess quickly spread around my bottom before making its way to the front of my diaper. I picked up the teddy bear that was next to me and held onto it tightly as a form of comfort. It didn’t take long before the inevitable combined smell of baby powder and poop filled the air. I suddenly smelt just like a real baby who needed its diaper changing. After another twenty minutes of laying in my messy diaper, I heard movement outside the bedroom door. Lana walked in and instantly recognised the foul smell in the air. ‘Smells like someone needs a diaper change’, Lana giggled, ‘have you made a poopy, Tommy?’ ‘Yes, Auntie Lana’, I whimpered. ‘It’s alright sweetheart’, replied Lana as she took down the side of the crib, ‘let’s get you cleaned up’. She couldn’t help but grin as she saw me gripping onto the teddy bear. ‘I think baby Tommy likes his teddy bear’, Lana grinned, ‘anyway, I’ve got something to tell you’. As she began changing my diaper, I was intrigued to hear what she was going to say. ‘I know that you had a bit of a tough time yesterday at preschool’, Lana explained whilst wiping my bottom, ‘and so I’ve decided that you don’t have to go back’. ‘Really?’ I asked, ‘but what will I do instead?’ ‘I’ve been in touch with Jenny and she has agreed to babysit you’, she said. For the first time in a while, I felt a smile appearing on my face. My heart started beating slightly faster at the thought of spending time with Jenny again. I was actually feeling pretty excited. - After being fed a large bowl of oatmeal in the highchair, we set off in the car. On the way to preschool, Lana parked up at Jenny’s house. We got out and knocked on the door. Within a few seconds, the door opened and there stood Jenny. She was still just as beautiful as I remembered. Her long blonde hair seemed to shimmer in the sunlight and her bright blue eyes sparkled as she greeted the three of us. ‘Hi’, she beamed, ‘how are we doing?’ ‘We’re all good’, Lana replied, ‘thank you so much for agreeing to look after Tommy’. ‘Aw, it’s my pleasure’, smiled Jenny, ‘I’m looking forward to it’. I tried not to show Jenny just how happy I was to be spending the day with her. Lana handed over the bright pink unicorn bag to Jenny. ‘Everything should be in there’, said Lana, ‘I’ve only packed three diapers but give me a ring if you need anymore’. I blushed and stared at the floor. Eventually, we waved to Lana and Sophie as they headed off to preschool and just like that, I was alone with Jenny. ‘How are we doing today?’ Jenny asked. ‘I’m fine thanks’, I replied, ‘are you the only one in the house?’ ‘Yeah, my parents are at work and my brother is at school’, Jenny grinned, ‘which means we have the whole day to ourselves’. I wanted to jump for joy but managed to keep it together. Jenny unzipped the unicorn bag and started to rummage through it. She smiled as she pulled out the teddy bear. ‘Aw, is this your teddy?’ she giggled. ‘Sophie gave it to me’, I insisted, ‘I only keep it because of her’. Jenny smirked and continued looking through the bag. ‘There it is’, she said as she pulled out a baby bottle, ‘I’ll go and make you some juice’. ‘Thanks’, I mumbled. I sat on the sofa. ‘I hear that someone has been enjoying Dora the Explorer’, Jenny smiled as she turned on the TV. I shrugged my shoulders and couldn’t be bothered to argue. She put on an episode before going into the kitchen. It was an episode that I had already seen but I reluctantly watched it anyway. It didn’t take long until Jenny returned with the baby bottle which was now full of juice. She handed it to me and I started drinking it. I was kind of pleased that I wasn’t being put through the humiliation of being bottle fed again. Jenny came and sat next to me. ‘So, what’s going on?’ she asked. ‘What do you mean?’ I replied. ‘I thought you were going back home’, Jenny said, ‘why are you still here…dressed like that?’ She pointed to the pacifier hanging off of my t-shirt. ‘Well…it’s um…sort of hard to explain’, I replied nervously. ‘Go on’, Jenny prompted me. ‘Well, I stopped wearing diapers but then I um…sort of…um…had a few accidents’, I explained, ‘so now I’m being punished again’. ‘That seems a bit unfair’, Jenny said comforting me, ‘everyone has little accidents every now and then’. ‘It’s hard to explain’, I repeated, ‘I mean…they weren’t exactly accidents’. ‘What do you mean?’ Jenny asked. I felt myself sweating and decided to move the conversation along. ‘It doesn’t matter’, I quickly replied, ‘how have you been?’ ‘Nothing really to report’, Jenny sighed, ‘most of my friends are busy this week so I’m stuck here by myself’. ‘I’m here’, I smiled. Jenny smiled before grinning at me, ‘Auntie Lana said that you did some colouring yesterday at preschool’. My eyes widened in shock. I couldn’t believe the Lana had told her about my visit to preschool yesterday. I tried to play it cool. ‘It was the only thing that wasn’t boring to me’, I replied, ‘I wasn’t really in the mood to play with fluffy animals and toy trains’. Jenny giggled. She waited until I had finished my bottle before taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen. As we walked in, on the kitchen table was a colouring book and a pack of crayons. ‘What’s this?’ I asked. ‘They used to be my brothers but he doesn’t really do colouring anymore’, Jenny replied, ‘I thought you might like to have a go’. Colouring in a picture was the last thing that I wanted to do but I could see how excited Jenny was about it all. I reluctantly sat at the table and chose a picture. ‘I’m going to wash the breakfast pots and do some of my chores’, Jenny said, ‘I want you to make me the best picture that you can’. Suddenly, the warm, fuzzy feeling inside my stomach returned. I wanted to make Jenny the greatest picture ever. I chose to colour in a picture of a princess, just because it reminded me of her. I picked out the prettiest colours and made sure to be extra neat with my colouring. As I continued working on my picture, Jenny would occasionally pop her head into the kitchen to check on me. It felt comforting knowing that she wasn’t too far away. After a few more minutes, the juice from my bottle had once again reached my bladder. I didn’t even bother fighting it and quickly started wetting my diaper. As it started to grown warm and damp, I was more focused on my picture than my diaper. Jenny walked back into the room just as I was putting the finishing touches to my picture. ‘How are we getting on in here?’ she asked. ‘I’m finished’, I grinned and held up my picture, feeling proud of it. ‘Aw, that’s amazing’, she cooed, ‘such a pretty princess’. I giggled, ‘thanks’. It was ridiculous how giddy and happy Jenny made me feel. As I stood up to give the picture to her, I felt the wet squelch around my bottom. ‘You ok?’ Jenny asked as she noticed the expression on my face. ‘I…um…I need a diaper change’, I said as I felt my dignity once again disappearing. ‘No problem pumpkin’, grinned Jenny and led me into the living room where I was instructed to lie down on the carpet. Jenny knelt down in front of me and rummaged through my unicorn bag before pulling out the changing supplies. I blushed as she removed my shorts, exposing the wet diaper which now had a big yellow stain across the front of it. As she ripped off the tapes and opened up my diaper, I feared that I would once again have an embarrassing erection on display. However, to my surprise, I didn’t. As a matter of fact, I didn’t feel excited at all. It was almost as if I was getting used to the idea of having my diaper changed. Even though Jenny was the one cleaning me up, I felt like I was nothing more than a little, vulnerable baby who needed its wet diaper changing. I stayed quiet as Jenny continued to clean me whilst humming quietly to herself. I flinched slightly as I felt a cold baby wipe glide through my butt crack but before I knew it, Jenny had poured some powder over my groin and attached a dry diaper onto me. After putting my shorts back on and packing away the changing supplies, Jenny took my hand and led me over to the sofa. I wondered what was going on. As I looked at her, she patted her lap and invited me to lay across her. At first, I assumed that she was going to feed me a bottle but I couldn’t see one around. Before I could say anything, she took my pacifier and popped it into my mouth. As I started sucking on it, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer. Jenny started to stroke my hair whilst gently rocking me back and forth. I felt like I was in heaven again. ‘Do you know what I think?’ she asked. I couldn’t answer and could only look up at her whilst continuing to suck rhythmically on my pacifier. ‘I think you secretly enjoy this’, she grinned, ‘I think you complain a lot because you’re trying to distract yourself from the fact that you’re actually loving every single minute of it’. That was a big statement to process. I knew that I was conflicted between enjoying being babied and hating it. However, when I was with Jenny, I loved it. I looked up at her and smiled from behind my pacifier. ‘It’s not really a punishment at all, is it?’ she smiled. I shook my head with a cheeky grin on my face. I snuggled in closer to her and rested my eyes. It felt like total bliss. - When I opened my eyes, the daylight seemed to blind me. I rubbed my eyes and adjusted to my surroundings. The first thing I saw was Jenny still looking down at me. ‘Hello sleepyhead’, she giggled, ‘did you have a nice nap’. I went to reply but realised that I was still sucking on my pacifier. I quicky took it out and sat up in Jenny’s lap. ‘Did I fall asleep?’ I exclaimed, ‘how long was I asleep for?’ ‘You’ve been out for almost two hours’, she replied. I couldn’t believe that I had nodded off. I guessed that sucking on my pacifier whilst Jenny stroked my hair and rocked me in her arms had put me to sleep. ‘I’m sorry’, I apologised, ‘it must have been really boring for you’. ‘Not at all’, giggled Jenny, ‘it was actually really cute. I almost felt like I had a baby of my own’. At that moment, I think that being Jenny’s full-time baby would have been a dream come true. ‘It’s actually pretty impressive that you can sleep with a pacifier in your mouth’, she said. ‘I’ve had plenty of practise’, I joked which made her giggle. - The rest of the afternoon flew by and it wasn’t long before Lana came to pick me up. I was sad to say goodbye to Jenny but knew that I would be seeing her again tomorrow. During the car journey home, the big bowl of oatmeal that I’d had at breakfast was ready to come out and I messed my diaper. The weird thing was that it didn’t even bother me. I was quite happy to sit in my messy diaper until we reached the house. I started to wonder if Jenny was correct. Was I actually enjoying this? That night whilst I lay in my crib watching the stars on the mobile rotate, I continued to think about what Jenny had said earlier. I wasn’t keen on being babied by Lana but I enjoyed being babied by Jenny. What did that mean? Either way, I knew that I was going to have another day of fun with Jenny tomorrow. However, little did I know, I wasn’t going to have fun tomorrow. In fact, I was going to have the complete opposite. -
By Turbo_Flutter · Posted
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