THE HYPNOTIST –
Part I I
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This is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, places, and incidents either a product of the
author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any
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Around 7:30 the next morning, Bob heard
Chrissy walking down the hall. Chrissy was holding her Panda
Bear in one hand while rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the
other. She was still dressed in her baby doll pajamas and the
panties looked inflated due to the Pampers. Bob also noticed
that the panties were down around Chrissy's hips. Her Pampers
must be soaked and were being pulled down.
"What are you doing up, young lady?" he
Still rubbing the sleep from her eyes,
Chrissy said, "I was hungry."
"You're not suppose to get up for another
half hour, now scoot back to bed." He said as he swatted her
diapered bottom. "I'll get you something."
After taking her back to bed, Bob went to
the kitchen and warmed a baby bottle of formula for Chrissy.
When Chrissy saw the baby bottle, she
cried out, "I don't wanta bottle!"
Bob paid no attention as he forced the
bottle into her mouth. Chrissy did an infantile reaction, she
started sucking the nipple, drawing out the warm liquid. As
Chrissy started sucking on the nipple, she held the bottle with
"I'll be back in a while to get you out of
bed. Don't you get out until I come back." Bob commanded.
Chrissy stayed in her bed, sucking on the
warm formula. She was very relaxed. As much as she hated not
having control of her bodily functions, she could not believe
how much she enjoyed being taken care of. Thinking back to
yesterday, she really enjoyed being taken care of. Even having a
diaper change. Chrissy wondered what today would bring.
Chrissy let the bottle fall onto the bed
and she replaced it with her thumb. At eight, Bob entered her
bedroom with a fresh Pampers. Baby-talking to her, Bob started
to remove the panties and then the wet Pampers. Chrissy closed
her eyes as Bob was cleaning her up. Here she was, a grown woman
of 25, wearing diapers, using them, having someone change her
and having baby-talk spoken to her. And she liked it! When Bob
finished cleaning her and diapering Chrissy, he had her go out
to the kitchen.
Bob had given her another post-hypnotical
suggestion during her diaper change. Everytime he said, "I
think" and then stated something, she would do it.
So, as they walked down the hall, Bob
simply said, "Chrissy. I think it would be easier if you crawled
around the house instead." Chrissy stopped, looked at Bob and
got down on all fours and started to crawl to the kitchen. "And
I think you would like it better."
"Don't you like that better?" asked Bob.
Chrissy smiled and said yes, that it was
much easier than walking about.
Once in the kitchen, Bob sat in a chair
and then lifted Chrissy onto his lap. Pulling a bowl near him,
he started to feed Chrissy the warm baby rice cereal in it.
Chrissy started to struggle, saying that she could feed herself.
Smiling. Bob said, "OK, fed yourself
Chrissy, but I think you'll be feeding yourself like a 12 month
Chrissy looked at Bob strangely, but she
grabbed the spoon. She held the spoon as a 12 month old would.
And much to her surprise, started to eat like a 12 month old,
getting the cereal all over her face, her baby doll top, the
table, everywhere except into her mouth. Pouting that she was
unable to feed herself, Chrissy looked at Bob.
Smiling, Bob cooed, "Don't worry sweetie,
I'll fed you." Taking the spoon, Bob dipped it into the bowl,
getting a spoonful, and then gently putting it into Chrissy's
After feeding Chrissy, then bottle-feeding
her, Bob had her crawl to the living room. Turning on the
television to Sesame Street, he told her to behave and that he
would be cleaning up the breakfast dishes.
Chrissy sat in front of the television on
the floor, twirling her hair and sucking on her thumb. Chrissy
was thinking why was she acting so babyish? Why did she enjoyed
someone taking care of her, having almost all of her adult
responsibility taken away from her. And why was she enjoying
such childish television shows? She just knew that she never
felt so relaxed and free.
When he finished cleaning up and drinking
his coffee, Bob entered the living room. Chrissy was where he
had left her, sitting in front of the television. "Come on
sweetie," he said, "time for your bath."
Chrissy looked up at Bob and whined, "Aw,
I wanna see this." Pointing to the Sesame Street program. Elmo
was on the screen now and Chrissy was giggling at him.
Bending over, he said, "I'll tape it. Now
come on." Grabbing her hand and pulling her up. "Get to the
bathroom." He said giving her bottom a love slap.
Chrissy slowly crawled to the bathroom and
sat on the carpet as Bob adjusted the temperature of the water.
Sitting Chrissy on the toilet seat, he removed her baby doll
top, and pulled down her baby doll panties. Pulling the side
tabs, Bob pulled down the front of the Pampers exposing
Chrissy's virginal area. Chrissy was still embarrassed about
this had quickly used both hands to cover herself up out of
habit. Taking her hand though, Bob pulled her up and sat her in
the warm water. Using Ivory baby soap, Bob began slowly washing
her. Chrissy felt very relaxed as Bob washed her. All of her
worries seem to melt away as she was being bathed. Bob bathed
her like one would a baby. Very gently he washed her while she
laid in the tub playing with the rubber duck her had given her.
Chrissy giggled when he tickled her "tummy". When he finished
bathing Chrissy, Bob took a thick towel and rubbed her dry. She
enjoyed this almost as much as being bathed. Taking her hand,
Bob led her to the bedroom, naked. Chrissy was embarrassed about
being led around naked, but she was getting use to being led
around this way. She was still in her adult mode of thinking at
this point and had not gone into a more babyish mode. Chrissy
walked to the bedroom with her head lowered, sucking on her
thumb. Laying her on the bed, Bob made sure that the plastic
baby pad was under her. Chrissy's bedroom now smelled like a
baby's nursery thanks to the aroma of baby powder and baby
Taking diaperine, Bob spread it over
Chrissy's pubic area and then lifting up her legs, rubbed it
over her bottom. After the diaperine, Bob sprinkled baby lotion
followed by baby powder all over Chrissy's diaper area. She
smelled so much like a baby. Chrissy giggled like a baby when
Bob blew "bubbles" on her stomach, tickling. Once he finished
coating her diaper area with protection, Bob got an Attends
Pampers and taped it onto her.
Taking her hand, Bob led Chrissy to the
living room. Sitting her in front of the TV and letting her
watch "Barney", Bob went to make a phone call. A few minutes
later, Bob returned. He stood there watching Chrissy. She was
sitting on the floor, sucking her thumb and twirling her hair,
as she watched "Barney". Bob thought how amazing it was 24 hours
ago she was a 25-year-old woman. Now, she was a diaper-wearing
Standing in front of Chrissy, Bob
announced, "You know, these Attends are expensive to wear. So we
are going to a medical supply company today."
Taking her hand, Bob led her back to the
bedroom. Sitting on the bed, Chrissy watched as Bob pulled so
clothes out for her to wear. A tee shirt was easy, the pants
were not. All of the pants and shorts that Bob tried on Chrissy
did not fit. The Pampers were just too thick and the waist would
either not go over the Pampers or they could not close. Finally
Bob found a pair of faded blue denim bib overall shorts. The
waist was large and fit over the Pampers comfortably. Ankle high
socks and sneaks came next. Lastly, Bob put on Chrissy a pink
baby's headband with a bow, pulling her long black hair back.
Taking a brush, he made sure that she had bangs. Before leaving,
he packed a diaper bag, just in case Chrissy had another
accident. Bob put in a few pairs of Attends, diaperine, baby
powder, and baby lotion. Now they were set to go.
It took about 45 minuets to reach the
medical supply store. Taking Chrissy's hand, they walked into
the store. A saleswoman greeted them. Bob explained how Chrissy
started wetting herself and that they needed thick, cloth
diapers. Chrissy turned red from embarrassment as Bob was
talking about her wetting problem. The saleswoman showed them
day-time and night-time cloth diapers. She stated that the
night-time diapers were thicker due to the fact that she would
be asleep and would absorb the moisture better. Bob said that
they would take four dozen nighttime diapers only. Then she
showed them the plastic pants to go over the diapers, they came
in white, but she also had pastel colors too. Bob took a dozen
white, half dozen of pink and yellow plastic pants. After
purchasing these items, Bob and Chrissy drove to a department
store where they purchased baby diaper pins with ducks on the
The next stop was Bob's house. Since he
was going to be staying with Chrissy for a few days, he would
need clothes for work. When they arrive, Bob holding Chrissy's
hand, took her into the house and into the family room. Sitting
her on the floor in front of the television, Bob turned on "Mr.
"Why do I haveta look at kiddie shows?"
Smiling, Bob replied, "Now Chrissy, we
talked about this. It's all for your tummy. Watching news and
other grown-up shows might upset your tummy. Kiddie shows are
relaxing and soothing, things that you need. Now watch your
Chrissy was proud of herself that she had
not wet herself. Maybe she was getting control of her bladder
Bob went to the kitchen and heated up a
bottle for Chrissy. When it got to the right temperature, Bob
took it to Chrissy. While Chrissy was sucking on the nipple and
watching "Mr. Rogers", Bob leaned her forward and stuck his hand
into the back of her shorts. She hated this. It was if she was
unable to tell if she had wet herself and Bob had to check.
Feeling the pampers, Bob found that it was dry.
Bob went into the bedroom and got his
clothes for the next few days. He packed the car and returned to
find Chrissy still watching "Mr. Rogers", while sucking on her
"Well," Bob said, "before we leave, do you
have to go pee-pee?"
Chrissy did not like being talked to like
a baby and replied, "No, I'm fine."
Smiling, Bob cooed, "Maybe we'll sit you
on the potty for a while just in case."
"Nooooo!" cried Chrissy.
Bob ignored her, taking her hand took her
to the bathroom. Unbuttoning her bib overall shorts and letting
them drop to the floor, Bob un-tapped the pampers and sat her on
the seat. With a stern warning, he told her to stay there until
he said she could get up. Chrissy sat there completely
embarrassed with her hands holding her head. After 5 minutes of
sitting there and not peeing, Bob allowed Chrissy to get up. He
re-taped the pamper on her, pulled up the bib overall shorts and
buttoning the straps.
By the time they got back to Chrissy's
apartment, she stated hat she had not wet herself. That was soon
to change. Giving her the signal to wet, Chrissy could feel the
pressure starting to build in her bladder. Very shortly, Chrissy
was squeezing her legs tight, trying in vain to prevent herself
from wetting herself. As Bob was unlocking the apartment's door,
Chrissy was almost in tears. She had to pee real bad. Chrissy
almost made it to the bathroom when she stopped. Looking down at
her waist, Chrissy could feel the warm pee start to flood her
Pampers. Chrissy had soaked her Pampers! When she finished, she
burst into tears and ran into her bedroom. Bob followed, finding
her lying on her stomach on her bed, crying. Sitting on the bed,
Bob cradled her.
Sobbing, Chrissy cried, "How come I'm
acting so much like a baby. Who's gonna take care of me?"
Kissing her forehead, like one would a
child, Bob cooed, "No worry baby, daddy will always be here for
you and take care of you."
Looking up at Bob, Chrissy sniffled as she
Smiling, Bob cooed, "Yes, your daddy. I'll
always take care of you, I'll be your daddy and you'll be my
Gently, Bob laid her on the bed and
removed the demin bib shorts and untapped the wet pampers.
Taking three of the night-time diapers, he lift her bottom up
and laid them under her. Chrissy was then had diaperine, lotion
and powder rubbed all over her diaper area, she just laid there
sucking her thumb, enjoying be take care of. Spreading her legs
apart, Bob pulled the diapers up and pinned them together. A
pair of yellow plastic pants were pulled up her legs, covering
"OK sweetie, now that your had your diaper
changed," cooed Bob, "let's get you your lunch."
Chrissy followed Bob to the kitchen
crawling. She sat on the tile floor watching as he prepared her
lunch. When it was ready, Bob sat in a chair and then sat
Chrissy on his lap. Using a baby spoon for the first time, Bob
spoon-fed Chrissy the baby food mush. In between mouthfuls, he
let her nurse on a warm bottle. Shortly, Chrissy had finished
being fed. Taking a towel, Bob laid it on his shoulder then laid
her head on his shoulder too. Holding her head and patting her
back, Chrissy let out a loud burp.
Taking her hand, Bob took her to the
bedroom and laid her on the bed. "Time for your nap." He cooed.
"But I don't wanna take a nap." Whined
Handing her the Panda Bear, Bob said,
"Chrissy, I've told you that I'm putting you on a schedule and
you're naptime is 1 o'clock. And because we were out, you're
late getting your nap."
He covered her with the sheet and kissed
her forehead. He had purchased a baby monitor, so he turned that
on. He watched as Chrissy closed her eyes and stuck her thumb
into her mouth. Chrissy seemed to prefer her thumb to her
pacifier or "binkie".
Bob let Chrissy sleep for an hour and
half. When he went in to wake her, Chrissy's diaper was wet. Not
soaked, just damp, so he decided to let her stay in them for a
while. She smiled when she opened her eyes. Taking her hand, he
led her out to the living room. Letting her sit in front of the
TV, he turned on ‘THE COMFY COUCH", and handed her a bottle of
formula. She giggled watching the children's show. Bob did not
allow her to watch anything above the level of a 2-year would
watch. This included any music, Chrissy was only allowed to
listen to nursery songs and other childish songs.
About 5, Bob had Chrissy come into the
kitchen. Like all of her other meals, Bob had her sit on his
lap. Chrissy felt embarrassed at this, being fed at first, but
soon grew to like it. One part of her feedings that she did not
like was when Bob tied a large baby bib on her, as if she would
spill anything on her.
On the table was a baby's tri-bowel filled
with war strained chicken, strain string beans and strain
prunes, along with a baby bottle of warm Simulac. Chrissy ate
the strained chicken with no fussing. When Bob spoon-fed the
strained string beans, she fussed a little, but spoon-feeding
her strain prunes, Chrissy fussed allot. Shaking her head back
and forth refusing to eat them. Bob managed to shove them into
her mouth, followed by the nipple of her bottle of Simulac.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she swallowed the horrible
substance. She stayed on his lap as he fed himself fried
chicken, corn, potatoes, and drank his coffee. Chrissy hungered
for this grown-up food, but Bob refused to feed them to her. He
said that with her bladder condition, it would not settle and
she would end up wetting more. He knew what was best for her. So
Chrissy just laid there watching as he ate his dinner.
After dinner, Bob once again sat Chrissy
in front of the TV as he clean up. He had taped "ROMPER ROOM"
and she sat there watching the childish show. Chrissy found the
shown terribly boring and walked into the kitchen to talk to
Bob. Chrissy sat in one of the kitchen chairs, dressed only in
her plastic pants and diapers, her bare feet touching the tile
floor. She no longer felt funny wearing just her diapers around
the house, as a matter of fact, she felt quite comfortable
dressed this way.
When he finished cleaning up, he announced
that it was time for her bath. Taking her hand, he led her into
the bathroom and closed the door. The warm water started filling
the tub as Bob peeled off her damp plastic pants. He could smell
the odor of the urine in her diapers as they were sagging on
Chrissy. Removing the diapers and depositing them into the
hamper, he gently sat Chrissy into the warm soapy water. Handing
her a yellow rubber duck, she started soaping up a washcloth.
Chrissy loved it as she was being bathed. She did not even mind
having to hold a rubber duck like a child. She just laid back,
enjoying the simple pleasure of being bathed. Bob took his time
bathing Chrissy. It took 45 minutes, between bathing her and
letting her play in the tub. Once the bath was over, he had
Chrissy stand up. Taking a large fluffy towel, Bob wrapped it
around her and rubbed her vigorously.
Chrissy was still hesitant in walking out
of the bathroom naked. Bob literally had to drag her out, she
wanted to wrap a towel around her body, but Bob had said they
were the only ones there. And he saw her naked, he's the one
that bathed her. In the bedroom, Chrissy sat on the bed while
Bob retrieved diapers, plastic pants and baby doll pajamas from
the dresser. Laying Chrissy on the bed, Bob got a large diaper
pad and laid it under her bottom. Using diaperine, he rubbed it
all over her pubic area, lifting her legs up, he repeated the
process on her bottom. He did the same using the baby powder. He
laid her bottom on four thick night-time diapers. Spreading her
legs apart, Bob pulled the diapers up and pinned them together.
They were so thick, Chrissy could not close her legs. She laid
there with her legs spread apart, much like a baby would do. The
diapers were followed by Bob pulling the plastic pants over the
diapers. A light pink baby doll top was pulled over her head,
with the hem barely reaching her crotch. A pair of panties with
ruffles on the bottom covered her plastic pants.
Smiling t Chrissy, Bob announced that it
was nearly 8 and too late for Chrissy to watch any cartoons,
that's when Chrissy said that she did not think it was right to
be put to bed at 8, after all she was a grown woman. He told her
to stay put and he would right back. A few minutes later, Bob
came in with a nipple baby bottle of warm formula. Chrissy
bulked at this saying that she was not a baby. Bob said nothing,
only sat on the bed and pulled a reluctant Chrissy onto his lap.
When she opened her mouth to object at this, he simply inserted
the nipple into her mouth. It was not long before Chrissy was
sucking away on the nipple.
As soon as she finished the bottle, Bob
held her head over his shoulder and started patting her back,
Chrissy knew exactly what he was trying to do and she was not
going to let it happen. Chrissy was determined that the patting
would not cause her to burp like a baby. But the patting proved
her wrong. In moments after Bob started patting her, Chrissy
could feel the urge to burp. She knew if she opened her mouth a
loud burp would come out. She could not help it, an involuntary
effect caused her to open her mouth and burp. She felt like
crying, she responded like a little baby.
Bob laid her down, covering her with the
sheet. After giving her the panda bear, he kissed her forehead,
and turned off the side lamp. In the corner of the room blazed a
night-light that was plugged into the wall socket. Next to her
be on the night stand was a baby monitor. Quietly, Bob left the
room, leaving the door slightly opened.
As Chrissy laid in bed, holding onto her
panda bear, she felt so young.
Bob went into the kitchen and set the oven
alarm to go off in 6 hours. That would be about 2 in the
morning. He was conditioning her with 2 o'clock feedings. He
would be sleeping on her sofa again tonight. Around 11, Bob
decide to go to sleep. Before lying down, he checked on Chrissy.
She was sound asleep, sleeping on her stomach, sucking her
thumb. Lying down on the sofa, he covered himself with a
blanket. He was tired. Taking care of baby was exhausting, let
alone a 25-year-old baby.
At 1:55, the alarm went off. Sleepy, Bob
got up, and went into the kitchen where he warmed a bottle of
formula for Chrissy. Taking the bottle, he quietly crept into
her bedroom. Chrissy was still asleep, sucking her thumb.
Removing her thumb gently, Bob inserted the nipple into her
mouth. Chrissy woke with a start, but Bob's soothing voice and
the stroking of her hair, calmed her. She laid there, sucking on
the nipple. By the time she was ¾ done, her eyelids were
fluttering and closing.
Giving Chrissy a kiss on the forehead, Bob
cooed, "Such a good baby you are, yes you are. Go to sleep, you
have a big day ahead of you."
Bob left and went back to sleep. At 6, he
got up, showered, shaved and got dressed. He dressed in his suit
except for his jacket. By then it was 6:30, time for Chrissy to
get up. He walked into her room and found her sound asleep on
her back. She had her "binkie" in her mouth. Bob noticed that
her baby doll top was up around her breasts, revealing her bare
stomach. Gently, he woke her. Chrissy smiled and yawned. Then
like fathers of babies that they just woke up, he decided to
play with her. Kneeling next to the bed, Bob began to tickle
her, which she erupted into laughter. After that, Bob blew
"bubbles on her stomach. Chrissy reacted like a baby, giggling
Chrissy wanted to play more, but Bob said
that it was time to get dressed. Taking a large diaper pad, he
laid it under her bottom. Carefully, Bob pulled the damp plastic
pants down and deposited them into a plastic bag. Unpinning the
diapers and removing them, they followed the pants into the
plastic bag too.
"I don't wanta wear diapers to work."
Bob stated, "Chrissy, you know that you
are not over your bladder infection yet. Do you want to have a
accident in work and wet your pants?"
Sticking out her bottom lip, Chrissy shook
her head. Taking diaperine, baby lotion and baby powder, Bob
rubbed it all over Chrissy's pubic area and her bottom. Lifting
Chrissy's bottom, Bob slid a Pamper under. Taking the Pampers,
he pulled it up between hr legs and taped the ends. A sleeveless
tee shirt came next.
Before Chrissy was a Medical Billing
Specialist, she worked as a medical secretary. In that position,
she had to wear "scrubs", just like in a hospital. In the
billing department, she could wear scrubs or "civilian clothes.
Chrissy has chosen to wear regular clothes.
Wearing Pampers, Chrissy's pants were to
tight to fit over them. Bob decided that the best thing was for
Chrissy to go back and wear her scrubs. Taking a set of pink
scrubs, he pulled the pants up her legs and over the bulky
pampers. The pants were large and did not reveal what she was
wearing underneath. After tying the strap, he pulled the short
sleeve top over her head. Finally he put her socks and sneaks
on. Taking her hand, Bob led her over to her vanity table and
sat her in the chair. Grasping the handle of her hairbrush, Bob
began brush her long black hair. Chrissy sat there, almost
hypnotized. She loved being pampered. Once he was satisfied with
her hair and bangs, Bob put a baby's headband, pulling her hair
back. The pink band did not look like it belonged to a baby and
no one would know.
Satisfied that Chrissy was finished being
dressed Bob took her hand and le her to the kitchen. Sitting
down, he sat her on his lap like all her other meals. Chrissy
did not like having a baby bib tied on her, but it pleased Bob
and he had done so much for her, she let him. Using a baby
spoon, Bob spoon-fed Chrissy a full bowl of warm baby rice
cereal. It was very bland and Chrissy was glad when she ad
finished it. After feeding her, Bob had to wash her face. He
made sure that when he was feeding her, that the rice cereal was
smeared all around her mouth and dripped onto her baby bib.
Removing the bib, Bob cooed, "Aren't you
glad I put this bib on you. You would have gotten cereal all
over your top."
Chrissy turn a little red, being a messy
eater. She got cereal all over her face, hands, and on her bib.
Bob was right, it was a good thing that he insisted that she
wear a bib.
Chrissy and Bob left the condo the same
time. He escorted her to her car, made sure that she got off ok.
Before leaving, Bob asked, "Do you nee to be changed?" Looking
around, making sure no one heard him, Chrissy, blushed and said
Chrissy arrived at work at her usual time
and went straight to desk and started working. The morning went
quickly and except for the bulkiness of the pampers, Chrissy did
not have any accidents. Around 10:30, with a few of the other
girls, Chrissy went outside for a cigarette. Bob had warned her
about not smoking until her bladder infection was gone. But she
wanted a cigarette and she had not peed herself yet. It was then
that she decided to go home at lunchtime and change.
It took a few minutes to drive home.
Chrissy went into the bedroom, and quickly removed her scrubs,
both top and pants. Going to the closet, Chrissy pulled out the
box that Bob had placed all of her panties and bras. Bending
over, she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror that
hung on the closet door. She had to admit that she looked cute
dressed like a baby. But she had no time, she had to change and
get back to work. Chrissy pulled from the box a white bra and
white bikini panties. Pulling off the tee shirt and tugging at
the pampers' tabs, she quickly put her adult underclothes on. It
felt so good dressed like an adult inside and out again. She put
on her scrubs and hurried to the kitchen, in the refrig was a
meat loaf, mash potatoes, and corn that she had made Friday.
Cutting a slice of meat loaf, she placed it in the microwave.
Her lunch was done in seconds. She ate her lunch hungrily, for
this was the first grown-up food she had in 2 days. When she
finished her lunch, she washed the dish and went back to work.
It felt so good, sitting in her desk chair
without the feeling of her pampers against her skin. Again,
Chrissy took a break and went smoking with the other girls. This
time, she did not have one cigarette, not two, but three
cigarettes. Before she knew it, it was quitting time and time to
On the drive home, Chrissy started to feel
pressure on her bladder. Sweat appeared on her forehead. She was
hoping to make it home and to the bathroom before she wet
herself. Luck was not with her on the drive home. She hit every
light. Every second was agonizing to her. Chrissy found herself
squeezing her legs together. What seem like hours, she finally
made it home. Racing up the steps to her condo, Chrissy, with
shaky hands stuck the key into the lock and threw open the door.
Slamming the door color closed, she dashed to the bathroom.
Chrissy only made it to the living room before her bladder
exploded. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she looked at her
pants. A large dark pink spot appeared at the crotch and a
stream on darkness running down the insides of her pant legs.
Chrissy sat on the carpet and started bawling. She had wet
herself again after being well all day.
That's where Bob found her. He came over
and knelt next to her, holding her and rocking her. "Po baby."
He cooed. "No crys. Like I said, all little girls have
accidents. Besides, I did not diaper you very good this morning.
Tears flowing down Chrissy's cheeks, she
looked at Bob bad cried, "I'm not wearing diapers. I came home
at lunch and changed them." Chrissy told Bob everything, from
changing her clothes to smoking the cigarettes.
Standing up, Bob said, "Alright. Let's get
Taking her by the wrist, Bob led her into
the kitchen, ordering her to stay put until he returned. Bob
returned in a few minutes carrying a large towel, soap and a
washcloth. Putting the items on the counter, he started running
warm water into the double sinks.
"Wh…what are you doing?" stammered
Looking over his shoulder, Bob replied,
"I'm going to give you your bath."
Shaking her head, her long, black hair
flying, cried, "Nooooo. I'm not taking a bath in the sink."
Putting his hands on his hips, Bob said,
"You were very naughty today. I told you that I would dress you
and you were to wear diapers. You decided that you weren't and
now you wet your pants."
Sitting her down on the oval kitchen rug,
Bob removed her sneaks and socks. Placing his hands in the
waistband of her pants, Bob pulled down her pants and panties
with one yank. Then he pulled off her top and unclipped her bra.
Chrissy sat on the rug, she was hugging her legs tightly. Taking
a stool, Bob helped Chrissy into the sink. She sat her bottom in
one sink with her legs hanging over the side. Bob took her
ankles and slid them over into the other sink. It was a tight
fit, but Chrissy fit. She felt foolish sitting there as Bob
bathed her. Bob washed her I minutes. Taking her ankles again,
he spun her around with her legs hanging over the side again.
Lifting her up under her arms, Bob helped her out of the sink
and onto the kitchen floor. Picking up the towel off the
counter, Bob wrapped it around Chrissy rubbing her vigorously,
"Stay her." He ordered as again her left.
Retuning shortly carrying an armload of
items. Bob had diapers, plastic pants, diaper pad, baby lotion,
baby powder, and diaperine. Laying Chrissy on the tile floor, he
lifted her bottom laying a diaper pad under her. Chrissy had
diaperine, baby lotion and then baby powder rubbed all over her
pubic area and her bottom. Then she was pinned into four thick
cloth diapers. Pink plastic pants covered the diapers, sealing
Taking her by the wrist, Bob led her to a
vacant corner in the kitchen. "You will kneel in the corner
until I say so." He ordered pointing his finger at her. "That
will teach you for being naughty and disobeying."
Chrissy faced the corner, tears running
own her cheeks, feeling so much like a naughty child. After
kneeling there for about half hour, Bob allowed Chrissy to crawl
to the table.
Sitting Chrissy on his lap, Bob tied a
large baby bib on her. She sat there quietly as he spoon-fed
her. He spoon-fed her strained beef, strained corn, applesauce,
and strained prunes. In between mouthfuls, he had her sick on
her bottle of Simulac. Chrissy was so upset about wetting her
pants, she did not even fuss when Bob spoon-fed her the strained
"No TV for you tonight." Said Bob after he
burped her and wiped her face and hands. "Because I had to give
you an early bath and you were punished, you ate dinner late.
Now it's 8, time for you to be put to bed."
With her head down, Chrissy crawled to her
bedroom where Bob tucked her in, gave her, her panda bear and
turned off the light. The nightlight cast shadows on the walls.
In a tearful voice, Chrissy said, "Please
Bob, don't be mad at me. I'll be good. I promise."
"I'm not angry with you." Bob said smiling
down at Chrissy. "But you have to behave. If you don't you get
Wiping her tears away, Chrissy smiled
back, "Ok, I'll be good. But I don't like having a bath in the
kitchen sinks. I feel so young being washed that way."
"I like washing you in the sinks. I think
I might do it more often. Now, it's after 8 and you should be
asleep." Stated Bob. He kissed her forehead, turned off the
light and turned on the baby monitor. He left, leaving the
bedroom door slightly ajar.
Chrissy grabbed the pacifier off the
nightstand and started sucking on it. She did not know when she
started needing it, but it felt right. Closing her eyes, she
went to sleep, thinking how tired she was. Chrissy could not
believe how tired she was. She remembered how she use to party
all night and go to work without any sleep. Now, she was sleepy
by 8 at night. She fell asleep thinking about that.
Like the night before, Bob had set the
alarm for 2 o'clock. He was making sure that Chrissy got on a
schedule, that she would be expecting a feeding at this time.
Taking the warmed bottle of Simulac, he crept into her bedroom.
As he approached the bed, Chrissy stirred and woke up. Seeing
Bob in the semi-darkness, she reached out for the bottle.
Holding the bottle in both hands, Chrissy hungrily sucked on the
As she sucked on the baby bottle, Chrissy
thought to herself, "I was hungry when I woke up. I felt like
crying, but when I saw Bob, I knew that I would be fed. How
When she finished nursing on the bottle,
she was burped. Chrissy was getting use to being burped after
drinking her bottle. Yawning, she curled into a fetal position,
stuck her thumb in her mouth and closed her eyes.
The next morning, Bob woke at 6, took his
shower, shaved and got dressed. By 6:30, he was sitting on the
side of the bed playing with Chrissy. Chrissy enjoyed being woke
up this way. It was fun. By 6:45, Bob had removed her baby doll
pajamas and her wet diapers and re-diapered her. He made sure
that her pampers were sealed around her waist and legs, ensuring
that there would be no leakage. Bob put her maroon scrubs. Her
long black hair was brushed and put into a ponytail. Not the
type of ponytail at the nape of the neck, but closer to the top
of her head. It waved back and forth as she moved her head
Taking Chrissy into the kitchen, Bob had
her sit on his lap. With a bib tied on her, he fed her a bowl of
warm rice cereal and a bottle of Simulac. Once again, Chrissy
was thankful she had a bib on because cereal was all over her
mouth and on her bib too. "Why am I such a messy eater of a
sudden?" She could not understand why.
By 7:30, both Bob and Chrissy were on
their way to work. Only Bob was working until noon. He had a
surprise in-stored for Chrissy. Before they left, Bob took
Chrissy's purse and emptied it. From her wallet, he removed her
license, registration card, insurance card, and a gas credit
card. Taking these few items, he put them into a pink "Barbie"
doll wallet. The wallet he put into a little girl's black patent
pocketbook. The pocketbook had a long strap to it. When he gave
it to Chrissy, she almost started crying, she did not want to
carry a child's purse. But Bob insisted.
Chrissy made it to work. She felt funny
walking into work with the child's purse, but nobody seemed to
notice. She sat at her terminal working. It felt so strange
feeling the pampers against her skin, but Bob was right. Why
take the chance of wetting her pants.
As she worked, Chrissy started to crave a
cigarette. Opening her purse to get her pack of cigarettes out,
she realized Bob emptied her regular purse and did not put her
cigarettes in this new on. So, she'll have to bum one. Walking
outside with the others, Chrissy bummed a cigarette. She leaned
against the wall, enjoying her first one of the day. She thought
that one would not bother her. She was wrong. Bob had given her
a post-hypnotical suggestion stating that if she smoked, within
15 minutes, she would need to pee. Sitting at her terminal, she
felt the pressure build, quickly she got up and walked to the
ladies room. Chrissy made it to the door only to stop. She tried
squeezing her legs tightly, but found that did not work. She
could not walk this way. Reluctantly, Chrissy spread her legs
apart. With little effort, the warm liquid began to flow.
Chrissy felt it as it warmed the front of her pubic area and
slowly creep to her backside, making her entire "diaper area"
damp. Looking down at her pants, she examined them looking for
dark spots. Thankfully, there were none.
Slowly, Chrissy walked back to her desk.
As she walked, she could swear that she heard her pampers
squishing and she was sure that everyone she passed also heard
it. Looking around, she saw people talking and her imagination
started in hyper-drive. Chrissy imagined that they were talking
about her, they knew that she was wearing pampers and that she
A woman came up to Chrissy and said, "Does
baby want auntie to change dose nasty didees?"
Chrissy shook her head and stammered,
The woman looked at her and repeated what
she said, "Did you finish those reports yet, Chrissy?"
Relieved, she said that she was and handed
the woman the reports. What the woman had said was only in her
imagination. It was scary, yet exciting at the same time.
As she sat at her desk, Chrissy's
imagination told her everyone was talking about her. They were
saying things like:
"Did you see Chrissy, she's wearing
diapers, you can tell from the bulkiness around her waist."
"Chrissy has wet herself. I always knew
she was just a baby in an adult's body."
"Maybe I should change Chrissy, after all,
babies don't know how to change their didees."
"No. Just wait until she starts crying to
"Yea, maybe she'll be messy too."
Shaking her head, she realized that the
people around her were talking about everyday things, work,
family, etc. They were not talking about her.
At lunch, Chrissy sat at her desk eating
the lunch Bob had prepared. There were several coved plastic
bowels. Opening them, she discovered that he had put mush baby
foods in each one. One contained creamed chicken, another had
strained peas, while the t5hord held applesauce. The last one
contained mush plumbs. In the thermos, Bob had warm baby
formula. Chrissy could not get away from eating and drinking
baby foods. She was starved and Bob did not let her have any
money, and she did not have her MAC card, so she ate the baby
food. Sitting there, the wet pampers had chilled and they were
itching. Without anyone noticing, Chrissy reached her hand under
her desk and started scratching her crotch. It felt better, but
she could not wait to get home and have Bob change her.
She finished her lunch and went back to
work. It was a long afternoon, sitting in cold, wet pampers.
Finally, 5 came and she raced out the door to her car. She could
not wait to get home. As she drove, the pressure built up again
and soon Chrissy was squeezing her legs. Once at her condo, she
tried walking but by the time she reached the step, the bladder
let loose and flooded her already soaked pampers. She peed so
much this time, the pampers started to sag. Chrissy could feel
her pants starting to fall also. Grabbing the waistband, holding
her pants up, she climbed the steps to her condo. At the door,
she put the key in the lock, only to have it opened by Bob. She
was surprised to find him there already.
Entering the condo, Chrissy cried, "Please
change me. My diapers are soaked."
Smiling, Bob took her hand and led her to
the second bedroom. She used that room to store her computer and
a desk, which she used to pay bills and other thing. Walking
into the room, it had changed. Suddenly it was a baby's nursery
room and she knew that it was for her.
Looking about the room, Chrissy saw that
there was a baby's crib in the corner. The crib was long enough
to fit an adult comfortably. Against another wall was a triple
dresser with a thick plastic pad attached to the top. In the
middle were two Velcro straps, one in the back of the dresser
and one in the front. Above the dresser was a shelf holding a
supply of baby creams, lotions, powders, and tubes of diaperine.
There were a few boxes of "Baby Wipes". Next to the dresser was
a trash basket with a lid and a diaper pail. Written on the
outside was ‘CHRISSY'S DIAPER PAIL". Chrissy turned red with
embarrassment after reading that. Imagine having a diaper pail
at her age.
"Let's change you diapers." Said Bob
Lifting Chrissy under the arms, he sat her
on the top of the dress and laid her down. Taking the Velcro
strap, he secured them around her waist. "That's so you can't
fall off during your changing." He said.
As she laid on the table, Bob removed her
sneaks and socks. Chrissy talked about the room, what had
happened today in work and other things. Untying the straps to
her scrub's pant, Bob pulled the pants down. The Velcro strap
around her waist did not prevent her from sitting up. When he
sat Chrissy up, he removed her scrubs' top and her tee shirt.
She only wore her pampers now. Laying her down, Bob pulled the
tapes and removed the wet pampers.
"You must have a pound of pee in them."
Joked Bob. This did not amuse Chrissy. She lowered her eyes and
stuck out her bottom lip. That was embarrassing. Seeing
Chrissy's discomfort, Bob continued, "Don't get upset, sweetie.
I'm here to take care of you and no one will know you wear
diapers, or need them. Unless you decide not to wear your
diapers again." He started wiping her down with baby wipes, he
continued talking. "You were very lucky the other day that you
did not pee you pants when you weren't wearing your diapers."
Examining her pubic area, Bob said,
"Chrissy, you have a rash. Your skin is turning a little red
there. Don't worry, I'll put some cream on it."
Chrissy thought about yesterday, going
back to work with her pampers on. Bob was right, that could have
Bob continued his diapering of Chrissy.
Taking a tube of diaperine, he coated her pubic area and then
lifting her legs up in the air, he coated her bottom. Chrissy
hated the ointment. It felt refreshing, but it smelled. Opening
one of the drawers in the dresser/changing table, he removed
several cloth items. From another drawer, he removed a pair of
yellow plastic pants. Lifting her bottom, Bob slid four thick
diapers under her. Spreading her legs apart, he pulled up the
cloth and pinned the ends together. Taking the pair of pair of
plastic pants, he pulled them up her long legs, covering the
diapers. Opening a small drawer, Bob took a pink plastic, baby
bow. Then he removed the band from Chrissy's ponytail and
replaced it with the baby bow.
Sitting Chrissy up, Bob putting his hand
under her arms, lifted her off the table and onto the floor.
Taking her hand, he led her out of the room and to the kitchen.
"I have another surprise for you,
sweetie." He cooed to Chrissy.
By the kitchen table stood a baby's high
chair! "Nooooo." Cried Chrissy. "I don't wanta use that."
Smiling, Bob replied, "But sweetie, this
way you won't haveta sit on m lap to be fed." Removing the
feeding tray, he said, "Try it out."
Picking Chrissy up under arms, Bob sat her
in the padded baby seat. Her hips were tight against the metal
arms, but she sat in the high chair fine. Taking the feeding
tray, he secured it. Chrissy was held in the baby's high chair.
Tying a large plastic baby bib with a cartoon of Baby Minnie
Mouse on it, he placed her baby tri-bowl of baby mush foods on
her tray. Bob began to feed her using a tiny baby spoon. Chrissy
enjoyed her "babying" by Bob, but being fed with a tiny spoon
was to slow for her. Besides, she hated being fed this bland
baby food. But she allowed Bob to fed her, she just opened her
mouth and let him fed the warm creamed chicken, the strained
peas and mash potatoes to her. At least the food was filling.
After finishing the bowl of baby foods, Bob handed her a bottle
of formula. He would only allow her to hold it as long has she
held the bottle with both hands. She felt babyish doing it, but
at least she was not being bottle-fed too.
When Chrissy was done her bottle, Bob
removed the feeding tray and helped her down from the high
chair's seat. Taking her hand, he sat on one of the chairs,
having her sit on his lap. Placing a cloth over his shoulder, he
laid her head on it. Holding her head down with one hand, Bob
started patting her back with the other. Chrissy was use to
being burped when she finished her bottle so she no longer
struggled. She sat there and within minutes, Chrissy let out a
burp. It felt good.
Taking her hand again, Bob led her to the
living room. There Chrissy received another surprise. Bob had
setup a baby's playpen for her. Lowering the side of the
playpen's rail, Bob sat Chrissy in it. This was getting too much
for Chrissy and she started crying. Chrissy was being treated
younger and younger and she was starting to feel so young.
Getting her "binkie, Bob inserted it into her mouth while
patting the top of her head. Turning on the VCR she could watch
"Romper Room". Chrissy sat in her infantile prison, sucking on
her "binkie" watching the show, while Bob went to clean up the
Coming back into the living room, Bob
cooed, "Time for Chrissy bathy."
Guiding her to the kitchen, Bob had filled
the double sinks up with warm water. Chrissy hated being bathed
in the sinks, but Bob just helped her into the sinks. Like the
night before, her bottom was in one sink and her feet in the
other. Tonight, he was very through in bathing her and it was
more relaxing. She even was sucking on her pacifier as he bathed
her. Finishing her bath, Bob helped out of the sinks and
standing on the small kitchen carpet, Bob dried her off briskly.
She felt refreshed.
In her new bedroom, Bob laid her on the
dresser/changing table, attaching the Velcro strap around her
waist. Quickly, Chrissy was powdered, had diaperine put on her
as well as baby lotion too. A baby doll pajamas were put on and
the ruffled panties pulled up and over the bulging plastic
"It's time for beddy-byes." He cooed.
She yawned. Chrissy after a few days was
getting use to the schedule that Bob put her on. He led her over
to the oversized baby crib and she laid down on the mattress.
She had to admit, the mattress was quite comfortable. Bob pulled
the sheet up, handed her her panda bear and gave her her binkie.
Kissing her forehead, Bob raised the side rail, locking it in
place, turned on the night-light and the baby monitor leaving
the room. He left the door ajar slightly, so the light from the
hallway peeked in.
Chrissy laid in the crib, sucking on her
binkie and holding onto her panda. She was thinking how much of
a baby she was becoming. But the thing that scared her was that
she was enjoying the babying. Chrissy feel asleep thinking how
safe she felt, knowing that Bob was there.
- To Be Continued -