Other Fetishes

I continued writing yesterday. I think the story is picking up some speed now.😁 My journey back to babyhood – Part 4 I wondered what she meant by “other useful things,” but I left it at that. But there was more news.  As Susan got me ready for bed, carefully oiled my bottom, and fastened my diaper, she explained what I was up to for the weekend. "You know I'm flying to Seattle on Saturday. Of course, I can't leave you alone and unsupervised. That's why I've arranged for a nurse to look after you." “No, let me explain,” she added when I tried to object. “Rita is a very nice retired geriatric nurse who offered her help online. She doesn't mind changing diapers or caring for elderly or disabled people. But to convince her that you need help, I told her that you injured your arm and shoulder when you fell down our basement stairs.” She paused for a moment to watch my puzzled face.  "You told me that one of your dreams is to be admitted to the hospital, wrapped in diapers, and cared for by a pretty nurse. Okay, Rita is a little older, but she still looks friendly and wants to help you over the weekend. We just need to put your arm and shoulder in a cast. But that should be easy. I've already bought everything and we can do it tomorrow afternoon." I didn't know what to say. I was scared of the plan, but at the same time I was excited. And Susan noticed that right away. “Oh, look how happy your little cock is. He likes my idea better than you do.” She pressed her hand against my diaper and moved the cock inside from left to right and back again. "So, it's all settled. And if you behave, I have a big reward for you!  I remember you telling me once that you've always wanted to drive an excavator. And if Rita tells me on Sunday that you were a brave patient, one of my friends will invite you for a ride." Susan was in control. She knew what I liked and probably what I would soon like. I weighed my options, but obviously there weren't many. And I had to admit that I kind of liked the idea of being cared for. I just wasn't sure I wanted to be in a cast and tied to a bed. However, the ride in the excavator finally convinced me and I agreed to my special treatment. On Friday, Susan was home at 2 p.m. She wanted to pack her suitcase, but first she took care of my “broken” arm and shoulder. I really admired her for her energy and determination. While she was putting the cast on, she told me more details about Rita's visit. “Rita will be here at 9 o'clock. I'll give her all the advice she needs on how to treat you and what else she needs to do. I've already spoken to her on the phone and she's looking forward to meeting you. She'll be staying overnight, so you don't need to worry. As I said, she's very friendly and open-minded.” Susan made really good progress with the cast on my arm. She bandaged my left forearm and upper arm in one piece with a small angle in it. And she decided to integrate my thumb into her construction, which made my arm pretty much useless. Then she took care of my shoulder.  By 6 o'clock, everything was finished. Susan had taped my shoulder together with parts of my upper arm, and I could only move my forearm a little. The cast had hardened and I was stuck. “I think it looks professional. How do you feel?” Susan asked. “Strange,” I said, trying to get up. But with my upper body wrapped up like that, it was hard to move, and I was afraid of falling over.  “You'd better stay in bed, my little baby. I'll get you something to eat and drink.” After packing for her flight, she lay down next to me in bed, gave me a kiss, and fell asleep immediately. I was left alone with my thoughts, my plastered body parts, and my diaper.  It took hours for me to fall asleep, and when Susan woke me up at 7 a.m., I was completely exhausted.   …to be continued – next year  

“Mommy is patient,” Annie gave Kayla a wide warm smile, “she will wait. I’m sure you will accept it. Enjoy the care instead of refusing it.” She slowly powdered Kayla’s crotch, diapered her and put a pajama on her, “let’s brush your teeth and go sleep, sweetheart.”

Love it thank u for the new chapter happy new years 🧷🧷

Couldn't sleep and I am up in a wet but not soaked Vivo diaper and plastic pants. I'll go back to bed soon in my wet diaper, not ready for a change, still have more capacity left.

I think you meant Alfie. Love the story by the way. Honestly i would join this milk cult no questions asked. I don't think i would hit the Milk as hard as poor Alfie has, but I'd spend a fair amount of time in the nursery.