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Chapter 4 – An Unhappy Mother As they walked into the living room, Samantha started crying. ‘Mum, please don’t do this’, she sobbed. ‘Quiet Samantha’, her mother snapped before noticing me sitting on the carpet in nothing but my nappy. Her mother’s mouth opened in shock. ‘Samantha, please don’t tell me that this is the boyfriend you’ve been going on about’, she said turning to her daughter. Samantha could only nod. Her mother turned to Christina looking furious. ‘What the hell is going on in this house?’ she demanded. ‘Please mind your language in front of the children’, Christina replied trying to stay calm. ‘You had better start explaining yourself quickly’, said Samantha’s mother. ‘I will explain everything’, replied Christina, ‘but I think we all need to calm down first’. ‘Calm down?’ Samantha’s mother exclaimed, ‘I came home from work to find my daughter walking around in a…a…’. She couldn’t even bring herself to say it. She angrily turned to Samantha and lifted up her daughter’s dress to reveal a nappy. ‘Mum, please stop’, Samantha begged. Her mother ignored her and continued holding up the dress, leaving Samantha’s nappy on full display. As I looked closely, I noticed that it had a small yellow patch on the front and knew that Samantha had wet herself. ‘How am I supposed to calm down when I come home to this?’ she exclaimed whilst pointing at Samantha’s nappy. Christina remained calm. ‘I’ll go and stick the kettle on and then we can have an adult conversation about it all’, she said. Samantha’s mother noticed everybody staring at her. She took a deep breath. ‘Fine’, she replied bluntly. She let go of Samantha’s dress and sat down on the sofa. As Christina left to put the kettle on, she quickly updated my mother on everything. ‘Hi’, smiled my mother as she walked in, ‘I’m Jake’s mother, you must be Samantha’s mother’. ‘You mean to tell me that the big baby my daughter is going out with is your son?’ she exclaimed pointing at me. ‘Yes, he is’, replied my mother, ‘and I’m very proud of him’. She smiled at me and winked. ‘This house is insane’, Samantha’s mother replied completely confused by it all. ‘We’ll have a nice hot drink and talk about everything’, smiled my mother. Samantha’s mother huffed and sat on the sofa observing me sitting on the floor with my stuffed dinosaur. Christina walked in a few minutes later with three cups of coffee and gave one to each of the adults. ‘Samantha, can you go and join Jake on the carpet so that the grown-ups can talk?’ asked Christina. Samantha nodded and joined me on the carpet and quickly chose a picture to start colouring in. ‘Grown-ups?’ Samantha’s mother said, ‘my Samantha is a grown-up. She isn’t a baby’. ‘Let me start from the beginning’, said Christina. Samantha and I didn’t say a word and did our best to concentrate on our colouring. However, I started blushing as I heard Christina tell the whole story of how she had caught me buying nappies and how I had started to embrace the babyish lifestyle. To be fair to Samantha’s mother, she sat there and listened to everything without interrupting. She seemed very interested when Samantha was introduced into the story and how she had started to embrace babyhood as well. After Christina had finished talking, Samantha’s mother sat there in silence for a few moments before turning to my mother. ‘And…you’re fine with this?’ she asked curiously. ‘If I’m being honest, I reacted exactly the same way that you have’, my mother admitted, ‘I couldn’t understand why Jake would want to act like a baby and go around wearing nappies. In the beginning, I played along to see how far Jake would go with it all but I was surprised at just how much he embraced it. After a while, it became clear to me that he couldn’t deal with adulthood and so I accepted his desire to be babied again. I don’t want to intrude, but I think that your daughter might be going down that same path. ‘My daughter is not a baby’, Samantha’s mother stated, ‘she is twenty-one years old’. ‘Are you sure about that?’ Christina added and pointed to the carpet. As Samantha’s mother looked at us, we were completely oblivious to our surroundings and were concentrating hard on our colouring. Samantha’s mother couldn’t help but smile as she noticed her daughter occasionally looking up at the TV to find out what Peppa Pig and her friends were getting up to. For the first time since arriving, she didn’t feel angry and had a tear in her eye. ‘Are you ok?’ my mother asked her quietly. ‘Sorry’, she replied wiping the tear from her eye, ‘for a second there, I had flashbacks to when Samantha was little. She used to love colouring’. ‘My Jake loved colouring as well’, my mother smiled. Samantha’s mother continued to watch her daughter, ‘this is the happiest I’ve seen Samantha for a while’. You would be surprised at just how much they embrace babyhood’, said Christina. ‘I miss the days when she was little and needed me all the time’, sighed Samantha’s mother, ‘children grow up so fast’. ‘They certainly do’, replied my mother, ‘but now you have a chance to experience those days again’. Samantha’s mother felt very confused, ‘I’m not sure how I feel about it all’. ‘Stay for the evening’, Christina smiled, ‘you’ll soon see a side to your daughter that you haven’t seen for a long time’. Samantha’s mother still seemed very unsure but agreed to stay for the evening.     Chapter 5 – An Evening with the Babies Over the next hour, Samantha’s mother sat back and watched in amazement as Samantha and I continued colouring and watching Peppa Pig. ‘I can’t believe how happy and content they both are’, she said. ‘They just want to have an easier life’, my mother replied, ‘they might be twenty-one, but deep down they still need someone to take care and look after them’. ‘Samantha still lives at home’, her mother admitted, ‘she had always been reluctant to get her own place but I never knew why. Now I think I have my answer’. ‘Some children are forced to grow up before they’re ready’, my mother replied, ‘I think it’s clear that Jake and Samantha aren’t quite ready to grow up yet’. Just then, Christina came in from the kitchen with two baby bottles full of juice and gave one to me and Samantha. Samantha’s mother watched in astonishment as her daughter immediately stuck the nipple of the bottle into her mouth and began drinking her juice. ‘I still can’t quite believe what I’m seeing’, said Samantha’s mother. ‘You haven’t seen anything yet’, chuckled Christina as she sat back down. Samantha’s mother smiled as she admired her daughter playing quietly and drinking her juice. ‘Samantha looks just the same as she did when she was little’, Samantha’s mother admitted, ‘it’s actually quite…adorable’. ‘It takes a bit of getting used to’, my mother admitted, ‘but after a while you’ll see that deep down, she’s still just a baby girl who needs her Mummy’. Christina looked at the time. ‘It’s almost time for Jake’s bath’, she said. ‘Oh ok’, replied Samantha’s mother looking a little disappointed, ‘did you want us to leave?’ ‘Not at all’, smiled Christina, ‘she’s more than welcome to spend the night’. ‘Spend the night?’ asked Samantha’s mother, ‘how would that work?’ ‘You’ll find out’, my mother smiled. Samantha’s mother nodded in agreement as Christina stood up. ‘Come on you two’, she said, ‘bath time’. I looked over at Samantha feeling glum that it was bath time already. ‘Can we stay up and watch one more episode of Peppa Pig?’ Samantha asked as she finished her bottle. ‘You can watch some more tomorrow?’ Christina replied, ‘it’s already 7:10pm so we need to get you two washed and ready for bed’. Samantha shrugged and the two of us stood up and headed over towards the stairs. Samantha’s mother seemed surprised. ‘They’re so obedient’, she whispered to my mother, ‘I used to struggle to get Samantha to tidy her bedroom’. ‘You just need a bit of tough love’, my mother smiled, ‘they found it hard at first but they soon learned to understand that the grown-ups are in charge’. ‘I must say, I’m enjoying this already’, chuckled Samantha’s mother. The five of us headed upstairs. Christina went to get the nursery prepared whilst the rest of us went into the bathroom. My mother started filling up the bathtub with water before turning to me and undoing my nappy. As she pulled it away, Samantha’s mother looked very uncomfortable as I stood there naked in front of her. ‘Are you alright?’ my mother asked her. ‘Sorry’, she replied, ‘it just feels a bit…inappropriate’. ‘Inappropriate?’ my mother questioned, ‘how else are they supposed to take a bath? With their clothes on?’ Samantha’s mother didn’t have an answer. ‘Are you going to sort Samantha out?’ my mother asked. Samantha’s mother turned to her daughter who was looking slightly nervous. ‘Am I ok to undress you?’ Samantha’s mother asked. Samantha nodded and allowed her mother to remove her dress, revealing her bra and nappy. After removing her daughter’s bra, Samantha’s mother untaped Samantha’s nappy and let it fall to the floor with a wet thud. Her eyes widened when she noticed the yellow stain inside of it. ‘Samantha!’ she exclaimed, ‘did you wet yourself?’ I noticed tears forming in Samantha’s eyes as she started sobbing. ‘I’m sorry’, she cried. Suddenly, Samantha’s mother felt her instincts kick in and immediately hugged her daughter. ‘Shh Shh it’s alright’, she said softly, ‘it was only an accident’. Samantha continued crying in her mother’s arms. ‘Don’t worry’, Samantha’s mother whispered, ‘Mummy’s right here’. I smiled when she referred to herself as ‘Mummy’. I could tell that she was starting to understand how things worked in this house. After a moment, Samantha managed to calm herself down. When the bathtub was full, Samantha and I were instructed to get inside. My mother picked up two wash cloths and handed one to Samantha’s mother. ‘I’ll clean Jake if you’re happy washing Smanatha?’ she said. ‘Of course’, Samantha’s mother smiled and soaked the wash cloth in the water before gently washing her daughter’s back. Samantha seemed a little uncomfortable at first being washed by her mother but eventually started to get used to it. I had already been bathed by my mother plenty of times and sat there quietly as she washed my legs before carefully cleaning around my genitals. ‘This is nice’, Samantha’s mother smiled. ‘We enjoy bath time in this house’, my mother giggled. ‘Samantha used to love bath time when she was little’, admitted her mother, ‘I can see that she still does’. Samantha smiled at her mother and seemed to be enjoying the attention that she was getting from her. - After our bath, we were both dried off with a towel before being taken into the nursery. Christina had already laid out some changing supplies on the table as well as some in the crib. I also noticed two baby bottles full of milk on the side. ‘I’ll sort Jake out in the crib if you want to take the changing table’, my mother said. Samantha’s mother looked a little nervous, ‘it’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this…erm…I’m not too sure what to do’ ‘I’ll help you’, Christina reassured her. As my mother laid me down in the crib and started getting me into my night time nappy, I looked over at the changing table to see what was happening. Christina removed Samantha’s towel before lifting her onto the changing table and helped her to get comfy. ‘First you take a clean nappy and slide it underneath’, Christina said as she opened up a fresh nappy and turned to Samantha, ‘bottom up sweetheart’. Samantha blushed a little bit but obeyed and raised her bottom, allowing the new nappy to be slid underneath her. ‘I’m guessing we need baby powder next’, smiled Samantha’s mother as she looked at the changing supplies’. ‘Absolutely’, Christina replied. Samantha’s mother handed Christina the baby powder and she proceeded to sprinkle it all over Samantha’s crotch. ‘It’s important to remember to powder her bottom as well’, she announced as she lifted Samantha’s legs and covered her bottom in baby powder before rubbing it in. She gently lowered Samantha’s legs back down before looking at her mother. ‘Did you want to have a go at taping on her nappy?’ Christina asked. Samantha’s mother nodded. She took the front of the nappy and gently stretched it over Samantha’s powdered crotch before taping it tightly into place. ‘Good job’ Christina cheered. ‘Thanks’ Samantha’s mother chuckled, ‘I guess it’s a skill that never really leaves you’. Meanwhile, over in the crib, I had already been put into a new nappy and was laying in my mother’s lap ready to have my bottle. She placed the nipple into my mouth and I started drinking. However, after a few mouthfuls, I noticed that the milk tasted different yet familiar. My mother saw the puzzled look on my face and smiled. ‘Jessica had a bit of milk left over so she pumped a few bottles for you’, my mother whispered, ‘don’t worry, Samantha has got normal milk’. It felt strange drinking Jessica’s breastmilk from a bottle but I made sure to enjoy every mouthful. Samantha made her way over to the crib dressed in my dinosaur romper. Christina helped her to get comfortable in her mother’s lap before handing over the bottle. Samantha’s mother grinned as she put the nipple into her daughter’s mouth and watched her instantly begin drinking it. ‘I didn’t realise that Samantha still enjoyed warm milk’, she admitted. ‘There’s a lot of things that Samantha enjoys’, Christina winked. I continued drinking my bottle with my mother’s face looming over me. I looked over at Samantha and could already see her eyes starting to get a little bit heavy. I had to admit that I was getting pretty sleepy as well. As I finished the last drops of milk, my mother removed the bottle and put me over her shoulder. After rubbing my back a few times, I burped. ‘Well done sweetie’, she said kissing my cheek. Samantha’s mother watched in amazement. After she noticed her daughter had finished her bottle, she put Samantha over her shoulder and rubbed her back. It didn’t take long before Samantha let out a loud burp. ‘Wow!’, exclaimed her mother, ‘you certainly know how to do them’. Samantha blushed again. We were then tucked into the crib. Samantha’s mother looked very intrigued. ‘I’m surprised they both fit in there’, she admitted. ‘It’s a little bit tight but we make it work’, Christina replied. ‘She looks very comfortable’, Samantha’s mother chuckled, ‘maybe I should buy her a crib of her own’. Before Samantha could respond to that, my mother placed a dummy in both of our mouths before locking up the side of the crib. ‘She sleeps with a dummy?’ Samantha’s mother said in amazement before giggling, ‘I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised’. ‘A dummy is the best way to get babies off to sleep’, Christina said as she wound up the mobile, allowing nursery rhymes to fill the room. Samantha’s mother smiled as she looked at us both in the crib. ‘Aw, this takes me back’, she said with a slight tear in her eye, ‘I never thought I’d get my baby girl back again’. The grown-ups each took it in turns to kiss us both on the forehead and say goodnight to us. They then made their way towards the door. My mother closed the curtains as she went past to block out the evening light. After closing the door, I lay there for a few minutes before taking out my dummy. ‘What an evening’, I exclaimed, ‘I wasn’t expecting your mother to show up. She seems to be taking it pretty well though. How are you feeling about it all?’ There was no reply. As I turned to look at Samantha, she was already fast asleep, sucking happily on her dummy. I couldn’t help but smile. ‘Night night’, I whispered and kissed her gently on the forehead before putting my dummy back in and falling asleep to the sound of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’.

Just a hair over 8000 words in the end. Think this might be the longest chapter of anything I've ever written. Wo ho I guess? I'm going to work on editing and hopefully a beta reading before I post it here, but I'm very satisfied to have this chapter done at long last. Its been far, far too long since I continued George's story.  

I love stuffing! but your stories make me so sad

I am currently on my way to become a bedwetter. I stoped being diapered at night at the age of 7. I was still wetting the bed every 2-3 nights untill 10, then it was once a week for next 1-2 years. When I turned 13 I was still wetting the bed every 2 weeks untill I became 15. Untill then i was wetting the bed maybe 2 times a month but I was scared that I will wet the bed on camps, trips, vacations so I started buying diapers and wore them at night when I didnt sleep at home. I liked it so much that after a while i Started doing it during a day. for last year I wore them every 2 weekends and almost every day and night during school breaks. Now I am 18, one year ago I started wearing them once a 3-4 nights, couple of months later it started to become every 2 nights. For last 3 months I wore them every single night. I really want to be true bedwetter so I drink more water before bed, There were maybe 5-10 nights I woke up dry in the morning, rest of the time I wake up wet in the morning without waking up in the middle of night. I realised that if I drink less or go to sleep without the diaper I dont piss myself. Do you think I will menage to take it to the point were I wake up wet every morning without exceptions.

I win on this Labor Day day off.