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Chapter 10 We stayed that way, our naked bodies tangled together, as she cradled me at her breast. The longer I nursed, the more comforting her breast became. Her nipples even seemed to become more flexible, and seemed to form further into my mouth, almost if they needed time to adjust, or learn its position. I also noticed her, subtle sounds of pleasure, change to slightly to quiet sounds of discomfort. I tried to suckle harder, craving her approval, but she only groaned a little louder. After being rotated between breasts twice, she carefully slipped a finger, between my lips, and eased her nipple from my mouth, and quickly inserted my binky, saying with a relieved sigh, “ok sweetie, that’s enough for now, we need to give mommy’s girls a rest for a while.” Her tone quickly changed back to pleasant, even excited, as she continued, “Let’s get up, and get dressed, Mommy has some new cloths for you to try on!” She quickly slipped out from under me, leaving me laying face up, across my bed, and I continued to study her now shiny, nipples sway, still formed to the shape of my mouth, as she carefully slipped into a bra. I continued to ponder, the wonderful aspects of her breasts, how they felt, the slight differences between them, the left one was slightly larger, but the right one felt, more sturdy. I couldn’t believe I never noticed any differences before. I just laid relaxed, my fingers calmly, exploring my unfamiliar body, tracing under my smooth armpits, down my naked arms. My legs seemed to automatically slide against each other, noticing the soft crinkle noises of my warm diaper, my eyes really not focused on anything, feeling my tired cheek muscles ache slightly, as I casually sucked my binky. The sudden sound of mommy, quickly wipping, the folds from a red tee-shirt, caught my attention, as she directed me, “ok baby… let’s try this on. Without any hesitation, I rolled, and scooted to sit on the edge of the bed, as she bunched up the bottom of the shirt, and pulled it over my head, threading each arm through the sleeves, then pulling it to my waist. I looked down at my new shirt, to see a bright yellow duck in the center of my chest. The childish shirt barely had time to register in my head, as she encouraged me to lay back down, and pulled my legs up, dug the bottom of the shirt, out from under me, and wrapped it snugly between my legs, she paused briefly giving my diaper a light squeeze, with a slight shift of her head, subtle roll of her eyes, then a small, shrug of her shoulders. I could faintly heard snapping, while she she pulled the front of the shirt, over my diaper. “Oh sweetie, that’s such a cute onesie!… you’re just adorable… mommies handsome fellow in his onesie!” She poured compliments, as she stood back admiring me. I lifted back to a sitting position, and could feel the soft material pull my thick diaper against me. I was uncertain feeling, about the my new shirt, looking down as the bright red shirt formed smoothly, over my groin, only leaving the slightest bit of the cuffs of my diaper visible around the inside of my spread legs, but again her pleasant appearance, and her continued enthusiasm, seemed to make everything more acceptable. Next she quickly turned, and pulled denim appearing clothing from the other package, I had carried upstairs. Again shook out the folded garment. Initially I thought it was jeans, but as she pulled the blue denim, up my dangling legs, and encouraged me to my feet, I noticed the suspenders, with metal clasp’s dangling, and before I could even begin a reaction, the clasps were fished over my shoulders, and attached to the large flap, covering my chest. I looked down at my new outfit, for only a moment seeing the blue overalls, and noticed a matching yellow duck, in the center of a large pocket covering most of my chest. “Look here baby… look at mommy!” I casually looked up, trying to comprehend my new outfit, but again my thoughts were interrupted, as I heard the fake noise, a cell phone makes to signify a picture was taken, still holding the phone out in front of her, mommy instructed again, “Smile for mommy… let’s see that adorable smile” I felt a little confused, trying to figure out why this new outfit was picture worthy, but I let the corners of my lips push up behind the guard of my binky, and squinted my eyes slightly. Apparently my efforts were not satisfactory, she studied her phone only for a moment, then with a considerable amount of enthusiasm, dashed towards me, and tickled the side of my belly, saying."Sweetie… you can do better than that!….Give mommy a big smile!” Then jumped back to take another picture. Honestly here attempt of tickling me wasn’t too effective, my belly protected by a couple layers of clothing, but her antics were definitely amusing, producing a honest smile across my face, as I heard the camera noise again. I only stood there, watching as mommy smiled brightly at her phone, uncertain if my appearance in the photo was sufficient. It seemed like, every time I started to formulate a thought, or an option, I was either led on to something else, or distracted, but so far, mommies decisions were working out fine, and it was pretty easy to just go along with her. Mommy grabbed a pare of my socks, as she said, still sounding excited, “let’s go downstairs, mommy’s got some more presents for you” I certainly didn’t have any complaints about that, and held my hand out towards her, she quickly accepted my hand, and proceeded to pull me along, back downstairs to the big cardboard box. I barely stopped by her side as she pulled a red hat out from the box, I noticed it matched the color of the red shirt, exactly, and she quickly slipped it onto my head, then she adjusted my hair from my eyes slightly, smiling brightly, and seemed to more so, talking to her self, saying “oh… just adorable” then returned her attention back to the box. I typically don’t wear hats, and questioned it’s appearance, grabbing the ball cap by its bill, held it out in front of me, to see the same yellow duck, I had on my chest. In a moment as I tried to focus on the hat, it was quickly removed from my hands, and pulled back on my head. Mommy smiled brightly again towards me, as she released the hat, wiggled my binky from my mouth, and directed her attention towards it. I finally had a few seconds to look down at my clothes, and felt a little uncertain about my appearance, without my pacifier. I slowly formed a opinion as I spoke, “mommy… I look like a baby, mommy.” She was still distracted, as she fiddled with my binky, but quickly looked back towards me, placed a red clip, onto the top of my overalls, again having a yellow duck on it, and a tether attached to my pacifier, that she slipped back into my mouth, saying “yes you do baby… mommy’s cute baby boy!” Then completed her sentence with a light tap on my nose. Without pausing, she quickly turned back to the entryway, picked up my tennis shoes, and returned, grabbed my hand, as she continued, “Ok sweetie sit on the steps for mommy, and we’ll get your sneakers on.” Directing me a couple steps back. I wasn’t sure why I needed my shoes, but again her enthusiasm, and having no reason to question her, I sat down. She tickled my feet slightly, causing a bit of squirming, and a few giggles, adding, “what ticklish little feet you have!” By the time I regained composure, my shoes were on and tied, and her arms, were held out wide while she squatted in front of me, I barely even leaned forward, and I was lifted up, under my armpits, and casually placed on her hip. I had gained confidence in her ability to carry me, and only held on with one hand, around her shoulder, with the other one resting on her breast. She turned towards the front door, and seemed to be moving with a purpose, as she strung her purse over her shoulder. The realization of us leaving the house finally dawned on me, and I spit my binky out from my mouth. “Mommy, we’re leaving?… we’re leaving the house?” She shifted slightly balancing me on her hip, as she open the door, and continued through without any hesitation, closing it behind us, retrieved my dangling binky, pushed in back in my still open mouth, and finally replied, “Yes sweetie, we have to go grocery shopping, won’t it be fun to go grocery shopping with mommy?” I felt like I should answer, but mommy didn’t even slow her pace as she continued down the sidewalk, towards the car. She pulled open the passenger side, back door open, and slid me inside. I didn’t want to disappoint mommy, but I also didn’t want to go to the grocery store. I tried to remember going to the grocery shopping with mommy before, but for whatever reason I couldn’t. I knew what the grocery store was, even where it was, and what it looked like, but I just couldn’t remember going to the grocery store with mommy before. I finally responded while she brought the seatbelt across my stomach, and clicked it in place. “Mommy eii dent wan ta geo” she seemed a little distracted by the seat belt, and pulled it against me, working the strap firmly over my shoulder, and replied something that made absolutely no sense. “It’s fine Maureen… he’ll be fine” but she looked concerned, then she refocused back to my face, and smiled, “of course you do sweetie, and if your good for mommy we’ll go to the toy store…. Baby no wiggling around while I’m driving, stay in your set belt” she leaned a little further in and kissed my forehead before shutting the door. I started thinking the toy store, was that a reward? I honestly couldn’t picture the store, do I want to go to the toy store? But before I could make any conclusion, I heard music fill the car, a joyful sounding guy, surrounded by chipper sounding music, singing about about frogs. I looked to see mommy’s face smiling back at me through the rear view mirror, as she sang along. The song was pretty simple, and I felt like mommy wanted me to sing along too, and before long I was mumbling words as best as I could. “Fee gween n spekle fogs, set on spekle wog, ating sums most delwishis bugs, ummm ummm.. ten won jump to theu puel, weer it wes ice n cool, weaving free gween spekle fogs… gump gump. The song mostly repeated itself, and mommy seemed super happy to hear me sing along. It wasn’t until it turned off, that I realized how much fun the song was to sing, and continued kinda humming, occasionally filling in, singing a word or two word. I almost felt startled as my door flew back open, but as my eyes widen, I realized it was just mommy. “Oh did mommy scare you baby?… I’m sorry sweetie” she started releasing my set belt, as I looked over her shoulder, to see crowds of people moving about the parking lot. The situation made me feel anxious, and I nursed firmly against my pacifier, as she pushed her hands back under my arm pits. I squirmed back away from her, and pushed words past my binky. “Mommie I cen way in the carw.” But she grabbed me more firmly, as I helplessly, tried pull away. “Sweetie mommy can’t leave you all alone, in the car, in the big scary parking lot, you’re so cute, there’s no doubt a kidnapper would steal you away.” The thought of being taken by a kidnapper, definitely reduced my desire to stay in the car, but I couldn’t remember ever being worried about kidnappers before. The thought washed out of my mind, as I was quickly lifted, and perched back on mommy’s hip. I looked around at all the people moving about, some walking towards us, with grocery carts filled with bags, others walking diagonally towards the doors. I felt self conscious, as people seemed to stare at me. I buried my head against mommy’s breasts clinging onto her, hoping to hide, as we made our way to the entrance. Suddenly I felt her hands again, slipping under my arm pits, and she pulled me off of her, my legs dangled, as I opened my eyes and looked down to see a red, plastic car underneath me. Mommy pushed my legs this way and that squeezing me into the seat, I grasped at her, saying, “Mommy dunt fit… teww mall …dunt fit mommy" my voice seemed to have a higher pitch as I struggled, and looked around to see I had drawn some attention. Mommy quietly replied, “Baby don’t make a scene. Sweetie you’ll fit just fine… mommy can’t carry you the whole time.” I crossed my arms in frustration, as she pulled a black strap from under me, and snapped it across my waist. The car was positioned in the front of a grocery cart, just above floor level. I sat up against the plastic steering wheel, my legs barely squeezed under the plastic hood in front of me. I didn’t think I could have gotten out by myself if I even wanted to, but I didn’t have much time to consider any options, as we quickly started in through the automatic doors. Mommy seemed to be in quite a hurry, and swerved, through the grocery store, only stopping briefly to add items to the cart. A few times we almost collided with oncoming traffic or large shelves, and automatically I grabbed the steering wheel to steer us from certain collisions. Before long I started making engine noises, as I raced the cart through the store, dodging certain tragedy in every aisle. As we rounded our way through the last aisle, a women who was clearly distracted, by her phone, was barging directly towards us, I prepared myself for impact, and pushed the center of the steering wheel, purely out of muscle memory, the plastic button, squeezed inward making a loud squeaky noise, which surprised me. The women stopped suddenly, and looked a bit concerned, or maybe even annoyed, as she searched for the source of the noise, her face seemed to go from concerned to more confused, awkward expression, as her eyes met mine, but she raised her brows slightly, as she looked back up towards mommy, saying, “You got yourself quite the.. uh little? firecracker there.” And seemed to force a smile. Mommy without any hesitation replied, “Yes, he’s mommy’s little firecracker” I couldn’t see mommy’s face, but she seemed to really like the women’s discrimination. We got pretty lucky at the checkout lanes, and found one without any line. A short heavy set woman greeted us warmly, as mommy began unloading the cart onto the belt. “Good morning… did you find everything ok?… oh it looks like you have yourself a little helper today.” Her voice seemed to change pitch with her comment, and I looked up to see the woman stretching her neck, over the register to see me, as she continued, “were you a good little shop…” her voice seem to fade off as she pushed her glasses higher on her nose, and her eyebrows raised, then looked towards mommy. “Yes he was… mommy’s sweetheart was the best little shopper” The cashier’s eyebrows raised further to mommy’s response and with a slight shrug relaxed her face, and turned back towards me. “You were! That’s so nice to hear…I bet you’re mommy’s favorite helper.” I felt a little timid, as the woman studied me, and lowered my head, as I blushed. “Oh it looks like someone might be a little shy” then her voice changed sounding much more weird, and serious. “Oh isn’t he just darling… I bet he’s quite the handful. Is he allowed to have a lollipop?” Then it was totally odd, Mommy replied, but not in her normal voice, she sounded almost business like, maybe she didn’t like the lady. “Ya… he can definitely be a handful… ya he would probably love a lollipop” then her voice changed again, back to normal. “Sweetie … do you want a lollipop from the nice lady?” I wasn’t certain if I was supposed to reply, and hid my head closer towards the steering wheel. Within a second, I heard soft footsteps in front of me, and the woman’s voice right in front of me. “Here you go honey…” I slowly looked up to see her unwrapping a small lollipop, as she squatted down, then holding it out towards me. I slowly pushed my binky from my mouth letting it fall away, and tentatively opened my mouth towards her. She gently pushed sucker into my mouth, adding, “oh such a good boy!… make sure you hold onto the stick… we wouldn’t want you to chock” The sweet flavor filled my mouth, as I slurped the small candy, and slowly smiled as I reached up to grasp the thin stick, wrapping my fist around it. “Oh you are such a cutie… and such a wonderful outfit… I just love the little duckies… I just bet you love duckies too… do you know what sound a ducky makes? I could tell she definitely wanted me to answer, as she paused lifting her eyebrows again, and barely opening my lips, I produced a “quack, quack” sound. My noise was met with great excitement. “That’s right!! Duckies say quack… your such a smart cookie!” Then her voice suddenly changed again as she looked up at mommy. “He is quite a handsome fellow… and where did you get his adorable outfit?” Mommy’s voice sounded happy, but still held her unusual tone. “Thanks so much… ya it is a great outfit, I just got it online, it’s tough to find things in his size in the stores.” The women walked back around the register, and I began to hear beeping noises, as they spoke with each other, using their unusual voices. I quickly identified that they were not talking to me, and I didn’t need to pay any attention. It didn’t take long, before I couldn’t resist crunching up the candy between my teeth, and within a few seconds, I held the up empty stick. Mommy removed the stick from my hand, then leaned over fished my binky out, and held it out for me to wrap my lips around it, sucking it into my mouth. The woman chatted for a bit longer, as all the bags were loaded back into the cart, then I heard the cashier, again using her normal voice, which seemed much nicer. “Ok honey… you be a good boy for mommy!” I looked up giving the nice lady a smile, and a small wave as the cart moved away from the register. I felt like I had figured something out as we made our way through the parking lot, mommy talks weird to other people. I don’t know why I never noticed before, I didn’t understand why, but for whatever reason, maybe a woman thing, she definitely used a different tone in her voice. It was a very short ride, across the parking lot, to the toy store. It probably took longer to get me out of the the red, race car, and back into the car, though mommy still seemed concerned about the seat belt, and again checked it for tightness before making the quick drive. Again she carried me from the car, across the much emptier parking lot, as she explained, “Ok sweetie… we’re going to be really quick in the store… we have to get home for lunch… and someone has a very squishy diaper… I thought maybe you could get a new Lego kit to play with Mike, next week… it looked like you guys had a good time playing with your legos last time… so we’re going be really quick… and stay close to mommy.” She let her grip loosen as we got to the sidewalk, and I slide down, to my feet, as she firmly gripped my hand. Thoughts started jumping into my head, as we walked towards the door, ‘Mike that’s right… I played legos with Mike… we had so much fun… and I’ll get to play with Mike again soon… and we can play more legos… that should be great’ We walked into the store, and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but whatever I could have expected, the toy store exceeded. There were rows, and rows of colorful toys everywhere. The store was relatively small but they seemed to use all the space they could, stacking toys high onto shelves. I was overwhelmed, with colors, and interesting looking toys, as I gazed onto the shelves. Mommy walked briskly dragging me along as, my legs still felt cramped, and tight, as I wobbled behind her, with my bulky, diaper firmly held between my legs. We finally stopped in front of an impressive display, assembled Lego’s held in plexiglass cases. It seemed organized, smallest to largest, stacked high on the selves, as mommy asked, “Ok sweetie… which one do you think we should get?” My eyes held wide open, my binky bobbed against my lips, as I studied the display. There were Star Wars kits, most of which I already had, then several race cars, and then miscellaneous boats and planes, then at the very top was a giant Hog Warts castle, even with a dragon wrapped around it. Obviously I wanted that one, and pointed up towards it saying, Mommy…wthat won..mommy cen we get wat won!” Mommy seemed to pause, and lifted her head towards what I was pointing at. “Are you sure sweetie?… that looks pretty complicated.” Which I eagerly replied, “waa I’m ure! Mommy… wat won!” She tilted her head, and appeared to look up a little higher, but reluctantly replied, “Ok sweetie… we’ll get that” She looked around for a moment, then pulled me along towards the checkout counter. Which stood a teenage girl, preoccupied by her phone. Again in her strange tone, speaking loudly from several feet away, “excuse me miss… excuse me.. we would like to purchase a Lego kit.” The girl apparently didn’t even notice mommies first attempt at gaining her attention, and as we grew closer repeated herself, slightly quieter. The girl finally looked up, and responded with, “what?” Again mommy repeated herself, now sounding annoyed. “We would like to purchase a Lego kit.” The girl studied us for a second, as if mommy wasn’t speaking English, before finally replying “Ok, which one do you want?” Mommy quickly replied, “The large castle on top.” The girl paused, as if she was thinking then said, “Hog Warts castle?” Mommy looked down at me and raised her eyebrows, then paused before saying, “ Hog warts castle sweetie, is that what you want?” I enthusiastically responded “ye… castel… castel mommy” The girl looked completely unconcerned with our purchase, and scanned a barcode taped to the counter, adding “Ok that will be 543 dollars and 73 cents. You have to pay for it first, then I’ll go get it in the back…you’d be amazed at what people try to steel.” Mommy let go of my hand, and started digging in her purse. She started saying something about the price, but it was in her weird voice so, I thought I could look around for a second, I only took a few steps away, when I notice a row of stuffed Big Yellow Dogs. They weren’t that far away, so I quickly went over for a better look. There were several sizes again stacked on the shelves smallest to largest. Obviously I wanted the largest, I mean who would get, a little big yellow dog? But they were so high, I had to squat all the way down, and jump as high as I could to reach, and my first attempt, I barely touched the dangling leg. The second attempt I squatted as tightly as possible, taking a big breath, and jumped, reaching as far as possible I grabbed the paw, and pulled the dog down on top of me. I briefly cheered to myself , and held the stuff animal up proudly, taking a couple steps around the aisle way, to look back towards mommy, but she wasn’t there. I quickly assumed she must have gone back, to retrieve my Legos from the back room, and started down the narrow aisle to the back of the store. Initially everything was fine, but as the high selves seem to surround me, all alone, even feeling like the lights dimmed, I began to get worried, remembering what mommy said about kidnappers. ‘What if there are kidnappers?… would I get away? I began to waddle faster, as I got to the end, and turned looking across the back of the store. I didn’t see mommy, but there were three young teenage boys, playing video games on a sampling, gaming console, against the back wall. They couldn’t be kidnappers, I instantly thought, and headed towards them, to look up each aisle, effectively outlining the entire store, in my search. I caught the attention of one of the boys, as I grew closer, and he shoved his buddy’s saying, “Hey… get a load of this” and made a slight jester towards me. Anxiety filled my body, hesitating a bit, as the three boys looked towards me. I thought about turning, and running for a moment, but I only had a few steps to be able to make it around the next aisle. So I cautiously, moved forward. One of the boys stepped forward causing me to stop, and in a menacing tone asked, “Hey kid…did you lose your mommy?” And finished with a laugh, and tapped his buddy. I felt frozen, completely unable to move as tears blurred the boys in front of me. I looked down hoping to disappear, but the laughter grew louder, as another one shouted, “Look… the big baby is peeing his pants!” They all laughed loudly, as I could feel my thighs warm, ever so slightly, then felt cool trickles run down the inside of my leg. I slowly looked up to see the boys had gotten closer, blocking my path of escape, as another one shouted, “The baby’s crying… he needs his mommy to change his diaper!” The boy quickly stepped forward as he pointed at me, which caused me to flinch, and fall back on my bottom, with a dull squish, I screamed as loud as I could, squeezing my eyes shut, as tears fell from my eyes, and rolled down my face, my binky fell from my mouth, wrapping my arms around my dog as hard as I could, and took a big breath, screaming “MOMMMY” again. I don’t know how long I stayed there crying, and screaming, but at some point, I felt the cold concrete against the back of my head, as I continued to flare about on the floor. Finally I heard off in the distance, mommy’s voice calling sounding completely frantic, and out of control, “JONATHAN!!!… BABY… ARE YOU OK?” Quickly with each echoing word, her voice grew closer, then finally hearing running footsteps, in between my cry’s, as her body slipped underneath me, cradling me in her arms. “BABY!…ARE YOU OK?" She gasped for air as I felt her lips push against my face, then continued asking frantically if I was ok, I choked phlegm and saliva, from my gaping mouth, as I heaved between cry’s. She continued to grasp at me inspecting each of my arms, as I buried my face, into her breasts. Her heart raced, as I heard her yell towards the boys, in the most vicious tone I could imagine. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BABY?!!!” Then one of them spoke up in response, with a amused chuckle, “Hey lady… we didn’t do shit… we were just standing here, and your big baby, just walked over peed his pants right in front of us, and fell on the floor, in a complete Mickey meltdown.” Mommy continued in a angry tone, “YOU BOYS SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELFS” Another boy replied, “Ya whatever lady… next time try watching your kid” Mommy didn’t have any response, and continued to cradle me, and gently started rocking me in her lap, as we sprawled across the floor, eventually her soothing worked, and slowly I regained my breath, as she slipped my binky back in my mouth, then calmly said as she wiped tears from her eyes, “baby are you ok?” I slowly nodded back in response, looking up to her concerned face, I tried to organize in my head, how this wasn’t my fault, but her eyes looked sad, glistening with tears, making me feel terrible. Her muscles slowly relaxed slightly, as she collected herself. “I should have watched you better, but you have to listen to mommy, when I tell you something, do you understand?” Then pause for a moment, and took a breath in relief, as she forced a slight smile added, “I m just glad you’re ok, you had mommy so worried.” I slowly nodded again, but continued “I jus wanna see oggie “ and held the big yellow dog up slightly. “Ten euw er gone” “Ok sweetie… let’s go home… mommy had enough shopping for today” she lifted me up, and continued to cradle me, in her arms, as we went back down the aisle way, pulling the big yellow dog along. We returned to the cashier counter where the girl still stood poking at her phone, again, and mommy with a slight grunt, turned my feet back towards the floor, set me down, and firmly gripped my hand, directed it to her waist, “hold on to mommy” then cleared her throat to grab the nonchalant, girl’s attention. I stood there shifting uncomfortably, trying to pull the cold wet jeans away from my thighs, as mommy directed the girl. “We’re going to take the dog too.” Nothing more was said as mommy pulled her credit card from her purse, which was still sitting next to the large box of Legos, on the counter, and tapped it against the keypad with a positive sounding beep, to pay for the big yellow dog. I had to hoist the dog onto my shoulder, as mommy pulled me along, as we left the store, and crossed the parking lot to the car. She seemed to hold a serious facial expression, opened the passenger side rear door, then grabbed the yellow dog off my shoulder, and pushed the box of legos and the stuffed animal, into the car, then turned towards me, and squatted down to the pavement, grabbed the bottom of my pants, with both hands and, pulled apart the snaps, that I didn’t even notice, running completely, up under my crotch, and down the other leg. She didn’t say, one word, and seemed to hold a blank facial expression, as she continued, moved the clip from the top of my overalls, to the top of my onesie, and released the clasps over my shoulders, allowing the overalls to fall to the pavement. I just stood there, feeling exposed, unable to derive any plan. My first thought was I didn’t want to upset mommy further, but I didn’t think I should stand in the middle of the parking lot, in just a onesie. My eyes quickly scanned around us, and felt a touch of relief, noticing that no one was watching. Mommy just turned back to the car, and pulled a towel from the floor, laying across the seat, before quietly saying, “ok baby… in you go, sit on the towel for mommy." Then held my shoulders, as I stepped out of the overalls and she directed me in, then picked up the overalls, and delicately pushed them onto the floor in front of me, and snapped in my seat belt. I remained feeling unsettled, even as she kissed my forehead, she seemed to force a smile, but I could see in her eyes, something was wrong. We returned home, in complete silence, and as the car stopped in the driveway, I found myself wondering what to do, for a moment, I thought I could get out of the car, but with the recent, what felt like a warning, fresh in my head, to listen to mommy, I paused for a few seconds, trying to make a decision. I certainly didn’t want to cause anymore problems. I didn’t have to think long, as I watched mommy make her way to open my door, and lead me quietly, by hand out of the car, into my house, and up to my room. Finally I had to break the silence, as I she calmly changed my diaper, and replaced the damp red onesie with a new pail green one. “Mommy… er… eww ok… mommy?” She returned my look of concern, with a much more honest smile smiling, and slowly replied “Oh sweetie.. mommies ok… just a little tired sweetie, don’t worry everything will be fine” Then redirected me back downstairs to the couch, mommy had a look of exhausted, concentration, as she finally fell back against couch, with a relieving sigh. She just let her head fall back against the cushion, and closed her eyes for a second. I just stood there watching, in the center of the room, uncertain of what to do. She slowly raised her head, as she massaged her fingers into her temples, and slowly opened her still puffy eyes, finally focusing them on me. “Oh sweetie… come to mommy… don’t look sad… everything is fine baby.” She unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped one arm from her sleeve, then slid the strap of her bra down over her arm, completely exposing her breast, as she propped herself against the arm rest of the couch. I didn’t need any more encouragement then that, and flopped against her cradling arms, and quickly latched onto her breast, and felt instant relief as, her nipple seemed to remember exactly where it belonged. I was quickly rewarded further, as she sighed in pleasure, as I gently suckled. Within a few seconds I heard her call out to Sandy. She used the unusual voice, so I didn’t really have to listen to their conversation. “Sandy, I need to talk to you.” Instantly Sandy replied, “yes Maureen, how my I help?” I could hear a good bit of concern in mommy’s voice as she asked “What did you do to Jon?” Sandy responded flatly, “I am uncertain, of exactly what you mean, Maureen” Mommy responded even more harshly, as I could feel her heartbeat increase, “Sandy! You know what I mean, the hypnosis recordings! What did your hypnosis recordings do to Jon?” Sandy continued speaking with a lack of any emotion, “I did exactly what Jon requested, I encouraged incontinence, with my perceived effectiveness, through hypnotic suggestion.” Mommy seemed to pause for a few seconds, I even thought the conversation was over, and focused all my attention on nursing, as she slowly caressed my head, but then she asked, “Sandy… what exactly… does that mean?… because he seems to be like… really regressing” Sandy’s voice seemed to pick up slightly, in her response, almost as if she felt something like pride. “Maureen, I found through using several different recordings, and carefully monitoring his vital signs, Jon seemed to initially respond best, if it was suggested he would have great affection for his using his diapers, which I could only assume, diapers due to the nature of his request, in combination with a strong desire to drink water, then as he progressed, I suggested that, he thought of himself, and would act as if he was several years younger, and was not responsible for… making wee wee’s in his nappy… and I introduced him to a fictional mommy… she would constantly reconfirm he was a good baby, and good babies use their diapers, and mommy would happily be responsible for any bodily functions, allowing him to feel, not only using his nappy was pleasant, but also it made mommy happy when he did so. This technically didn’t remove any of his ability to use his urinary muscles, basically just encouraged a lack of awareness. Which he seemed to accept most easily, ensuring complete lack of concern for his urinary continence. I also added suggestions to ensure, he wanted to listen, or more so needed to listen to my recordings to ensure consistency. I was also able to increase his acceptance, by adjusting to a more familiar tone of voice used, and encouraging him to find great pleasure in making his… fictional mommy happy, also embracing the complete lack of responsibility, relying completely upon his fictional mommy. Which seemed to allow him to be much less anxious about life in general. Through this process so far, I have noticed in general he sleeps much better, his mood has been much better, and overall it has greatly benefited his health. All these words just seem to rattle around in my head, I knew what they all meant, I could clearly hear her, but for whatever reason, I just didn’t want to completely comprehend the explanation. Mommy seemed to just remained quiet again for several seconds, she almost seemed frozen. She quit caressing my head, and her heart continued to pick up pace, as she just sat there. Suddenly I felt her muscles tighten around me, and with a shaky voice said, “Sandy… what…do you think… would happen… if I… sorta uh… identified myself to him as uh… his mommy?” Sandy seemed to pause for a few seconds, which seemed unusual, but slowly responded, “I would assume… given the suggestions… he would most likely completely identify you… as his mommy, and if you were to act, or encourage him as his mommy it would only further his belief, essentially confirming in his eyes you are indeed his mommy, which I assume would only further the effectiveness of my recordings.” Mommy almost sounded panicked in her response, “Ok Sandy, we need to fix this now!… how can we reverse these suggestions or make them go away?” Sandy only paused for a second and responded flatly, “I found no results for hypnotic recordings, to remove regression, however with time, and practice I am certain I could create an effective hypnotic suggestion.” Her arms seemed to squeeze tighter, as she frantically started asking questions. I was unable to stop myself from sucking more firmly, eagerly pulling her nipple further into my mouth, as my anxiety rose with hers. “Time? How much time? How could there be no recordings for removing regression? Can you just make him not want to listen to his recordings? What do you mean he NEEDS to listen to these recordings? How long would it take if he just stops listening for him to return to normal?” Sandy seemed unfazed by mommy’s tension, and calmly replied, “The effectiveness of reversing hypnosis, is based on each individual, and therefore there is no definitive answer on how long. I can begin to alter his recordings, upon his request, as he directly commanded me to ignore you, on this topic.” Mommy’s emotions quickly became irate, and she pulled herself forward, forcing my head away from her breast, and yelled loudly at Sandy, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, UPON HIS REQUEST!? HE’S ACTING LIKE A BABY, YOU NEED TO FIX THIS” I hadn’t listened well enough to understand why mommy was so mad, I was pretty sure, she wasn’t mad at me, but she was clearly very upset. I felt my tears fill my eyes, and start streaming down my cheeks. My lips began to tremble, free from any type of soother. I could feel her hands pull into fists as she released my head, and I rolled from her lap onto the floor with a firm bang onto my knees. I completely lost control of my emotions, again. Feeling cast off, without her embrace, with the painful feeling of her anger. As quickly as I fell, and began to cry, mommy scooped me back up into her lap, warmly embracing me onto her shoulder, still with a frantic tone, began to soothe me. “Baby… I’m so sorry… are you ok?… Don’t cry baby… mommy’s here…” she gently started to rock me in her arms, supporting my head against her. My cry’s diminished as, I could here a touch of calmness return to her voice. “You’re ok sweetheart… everything is okay… mommy’s going to make everything better” and she slipped me back down holding my face against her breast. She continued rocking me, as I rooted against her, blindly finding her nipple and, slurped it back into my mouth, and again I was rewarded with a calm, affectionate sigh, as Sandy interrupted. “Maureen, I don’t understand what exactly you are cross about, I was under the impression, that you wish to reduce Jon’s regressive behavior, however your most recent behavior suggests differently.”

Thanks for your encouragement… it means a lot. I guess we will see what happens…🤔 it might go something like that… but we aren’t there yet.Thanks Thanks to all that read and liked this story i hope that it is understandable, I am uncertain though. I have done some research on possible problems with writing a story in first person, and I feel like this story may have many of these problems. (Problems with tense, past or present, not being able to elaborate on others characters feelings or personalities, making the story confusing and boring) so basically this story might kinda suck! For whatever reason though I just can’t tell. I am continuing to continue to write it though, it just might be an even slower pace. Any suggestions are more than welcome Best E

Chapter 9 I just sat there, trying to comprehend the question. ‘What do I want to do now?… ‘ The thought of what I wanted to do, or what I had to do today, never crossed my mind. What did I do yesterday? My memories seemed a bit foggy from just yesterday, I could feel my eyebrows furrow as my eyes squinted, uncertain of what I should easily be able to remember. Questions slowly built up in my head. ‘What did I do yesterday?… what was yesterday?… what is today?…’ I’ve been working so hard on something? Then mommy interrupted my thoughts. “Have you had enough headspace?” She asked as her eyes widened. ‘Headspace?… headspace…’ finally like lighting bolts my thoughts seem to reorganize. ‘Yesterday I met with Mike… he told me to find the right headspace… then we played with Legos… it was Thursday… mommy was mad at me… wait that’s not right… mommy wasn’t mad at me?…’ I thought back to yesterday, and could clearly remember her yelling at me for trying to find head space. She was definitely mad at me. I needed to start again, ok what’s the original question? ‘What do I want to do now?… yesterday was Thursday… that makes today Friday… ‘ Mommy snapped her fingers in my face, as she asked, “Jon are you OK? Her face looked to be concerned. I slowly nodded my head, and squeaked out, “ya… I’m ok” she just continued to watch as my mind twisted looking for answers. ‘Ok I’m Jon… and today is Thursday… no wait… it’s Friday… and on Fridays I typically do what?’ I looked down at my body seeing my colorful, diaper snuggly wrapped around me, with the cute little, astronaut animals floating in space. ‘I put pee pees in my diapers on fridays!… oh wait… I do that every day…’ I looked around the room for more clues, for what I do on Fridays, there’s my large bookshelf in the corner filled with my books on psychology. ‘Psychology?… I am a psychologist… I see patients on Fridays!!’ I looked back at mommy with a some excitement and answered. “Mommy it’s Friday… I see patients on Friday!!” She continued to look concerned, “oh well… uh… your patient today… had to reschedule.” There was a fair bit of uncertainty in her voice, and I once again felt a little deflated, and repeated her answer, “had to reschedule?” She seemed a little more confident as she elaborated, “ya he was feeling sick,… and uh…I didn’t want you to get sick… so… uh, we thought it would be better to just reschedule” I couldn’t help but feel a little bummed, I worked so hard on trying to figure out what to do today. I tried to concentrate again, working back from the original question. ‘What do I want to do today?’ But mommy interrupted again. “Why don’t you go work on your book?” That was a great idea! I should have thought of that! And replied quickly “ya work on my book! I can work on my book!” I quickly slid off the bed, and scampered out of my bedroom, hopped down the stairs to my office. My laptop was already set out, as I flopped into my chair. With a great deal of enthusiasm I quickly logged in, and pulled up my book, where I left off. ‘Ok… work on my book!…’ I started reading through the last few pages, trying to recall my last thought process, when mommy came in with my cup, she held it out towards me, and without thinking I pulled my thumb from my mouth, and latched onto the straw, slurping in a large gulp of milk, which thanks to the insulated cup was still cold. She gave me a bit of a weird look, but smiled, and set my cup on my desk. ‘Ok work on my book!’ I thought, as I started reading again, trying to process one big word after another. I kinda got distracted again, as I looked around my office, everything was neat, and organized. I thought back to the last time I was in my office with Mike, ‘we were playing with Legos, where did all my legos go?’ The office looked, ordinary or boring, nothing fun, or colorful. I had to refocus ‘work on my book’ again I tried to read through the last few paragraphs. Periods and commas everywhere, ‘how would I even know where all those go?… and it’s so boring.’ My cup caught my attention again, still tasting the creamy milk in my mouth, I paused leaning forward, and slurped at my straw. Thinking about how to make my book more exciting. ‘I know what it needs, pictures… I can draw pictures for my book!’ I grabbed a few pages of printer paper, and slid my laptop out of the way, digging in my drawer looking for something good to draw with. I could only find a red, and black Sharpie, but that will have to work. ‘This will be sooo much better, I can illustrate my book.’ It didn’t take too long to figure out what to draw. I was a natural. I drew dogs, and squirrels, and birds. Just like my favorite show, but they were all in black and red, so they didn’t look completely right, but they were all still really good. I had gotten so good at drawing, I thought, ‘it would be nice to have pictures on my desk’ and soon I was drawing, even better pictures on my desk, they all looked really nice, too. My pictures were so nice, I figured I should draw at least one picture on my wall. That would definitely help my boring office. Just as I finished my second picture on my wall, mommy came back in to see how I was doing. “Jonathan! What in the world?” I stood back proudly admiring my picture, as she stood in awe of my wonderful artwork. “Mommy!… mommy!… look! I made pictures… mommy look!” She just stood there for a moment or two, in complete disbelief, probably never realizing I was so talented. “Uh… wow baby… you certainly did… oh in sharpie too… well uh… they’re really nice…sweetie.” I smiled broadly, as she continued to admire all my artwork. “Mommy I made pictures for my book too, it will be so much better with illustratsheions” and handed her the stack of printer paper, all carefully colored. She slowly started to look through page after page, as a smile warmly, embraced her face. “Oh honey… you did such a wonderful job! These are such beautiful pictures,… oh this one is a dog! Can mommy have this for the refrigerator?” I nodded enthusiastically, “ya mommy… you can have it, but it’s a squirrel!… see the nose, that’s a squirrel nose!” She cheerfully replied “oh of coarse! I see now, it’s a wonderful squirrel… baby…. Why don’t we uh… take a little break, and go have some lunch” During lunch, mommy seemed to be really watching me, with a puzzled facial expression, then called out to Henry. “Henry… what are the long term effects, for hypotheses?” Henry was quick to reply, “Hey Maureen… from what I can see, without continued support, maintaining long-term benefits from hypnosis is extremely unusual.” She still looked a little skeptical, and asked, “are you sure?…it seems like it has gone pretty far” Henry replied quickly, “That’s what everyone seems to say, so ya I’m as sure as I can be” I could see she looked relieved with his response, and I asked, “mommy… are you worried about your hypnosis recording?” She has definitely been acting weird lately, and she isn’t as mentally focused as I am, so maybe that’s what her problem is. At least she has realized that, and it sounds like it won’t cause any long lasting problems. Her response to my question was definitely weird though. “Am I worried about my recordings?… (Laughing) No sweetie…I’m not worried…. Everything will be fine, we’ll just have a little fun with it for a little while… now be a good boy for mommy, and eat your lunch.” The rest of the day went by wonderfully, she seemed to want to stay near me all day, and was pretty quick to fill my drink,or to change my wet diaper. I considered explaining, that I knew how to change myself, but she looked so happy to do so, and I didn’t want to disappoint her. Plus this way, was so much easier to suck my thumb. Mostly she seemed to be working on her iPad, she still seemed to act a little weird though, occasionally she would look at me and smile, then look back at her iPad, like she was trying to decide something, but she seemed pretty happy. We watched the big yellow dog show for a while, and I filled her in on all the characters, and explained some of the exciting plots. Dinner was really good too, mommy made some of my favorites, mac and cheese, chicken nuggets, and broccoli. The Mac and cheese was really cheesy, but I didn’t even make any messies, so mommy was really happy. That night at bedtime, after mommy changed my diaper, something really changed. I was about to tell Sandy to start my relaxing music, but I couldn’t find my earbuds. I thought I had left them on the nightstand, but they weren’t there, I started looking through the blankets, and pillows, but not there either. I began to get a little frantic, looking under the bed, and around the room. This caught mommy’s attention, and asked, “what are you looking for, sweetheart?” I quickly replied, “my earbuds… I can’t find my earbuds!” “Oh … I haven’t seen them… It’s bedtime sweetie… we’ll look for them tomorrow.” I stopped to think for a few seconds. ‘I can use Sandy… she can use my find my app.’ And called out “Sandy.. can you fin” but mommy interrupted me. “Baby.. it’s time for bed, why don’t you come snuggle with mommy?” Reluctantly, I made my way towards the bed, and tried to delay once more. “I should really try to find them… what if they are” but I got cut off again “No, baby… it’s bed time. You can find them tomorrow” I really wanted to relax, and listen to my music, but mommy seemed to be getting mad, so I squirmed my way into bed. I tried to just lay in my normal spot, on my side of the bed, thinking ‘I will just wait til she falls asleep, then get Sandy to help me’ but mommy pulled me over, against her, wrapping her arm over my shoulders, and firmly held my face against her breast, trapping me against her. She didn’t even put in her earbuds, so I asked nervously, “mommy aren’t you going to listen to your, uh… music?” She quickly replied, “not tonight sweetheart, just relax, and go to sleep.” I had to give up on my music tonight, and I really tried to just relax, I pushed my thumb in my mouth, and tried to focus on relaxing, but something just wasn’t right, I tried to find a more comfortable position, pushing against her any way that I could, we just didn’t seem to fit together. I wrapped my leg over her. I sucked firmly against my thumb. Nothing seemed to work. I could feel my heart racing, breathing hard from my nose. Each time I wiggled , I could feel her muscles constrict me more. “Just go to sleep, baby” she said, as her voice sounding more frustrated. I could only reply with a grunt, as I pushed my face into her breast. This went on for several more minutes, I just couldn’t get comfortable. Suddenly she released my head, and said, “honey.. you need to calm down… maybe this will help you to relax” pulled her breast from her nightgown, and held her nipple out towards my mouth. I sharply inhaled, as my eyes widened, and held my breath, uncertain of what to do. It was like my I had never seen her breast before. I studied it for a moment, focusing on her nipple. The firm nub poking out from the center of the dark circle of skin, looking closer I could see several smaller bumps, almost as if they were in orbit of the larger globe shaped center. She released her breast, and guided my thumb from my mouth, saying, “Go ahead sweetie… just try to relax” I felt completely, unguided, I slowly pushed my lips against her breast above her nipple, kissing it with a closed mouth. She again pushed her breast up, causing her firm nipple to press against my lips. “That’s it baby… you can kiss it” I could feel the small bumps, almost massaging against my lips as, the hard center bump pushed in between them. I tried to relax, and finally released the air from my lungs, feeling all of her bumps grow firmer, as air poured from my nose. She gently pulled my head against her breast, as I slowly inhaled, automatically pulling her warm, lobe into my mouth. “Oh… my.. that’s good baby… keep going” she sounded excited, as my mouth opened slightly wider, and the inside of my lips gripped, the smaller bumps, as my tongue trapped her nipple against the roof of my mouth, causing her to let out a quiet sigh, I paused momentarily, as she again encouraged me. “Keep going baby, suck for mommy!” I lightly swallowed, and pulled her nipple deeper into my mouth, it automatically became repetitive, gently slurping at her breast. I could feel her body relaxed, while she praised me. “Good boy… ahh… that feels so good baby…” Her finger nails tracing across the back of my head, caused my muscles to relax. The combination of her excitement, and the natural feeling of her breast buried in my mouth, was intoxicating. I began to slowly work my hand down, towards certain heat in between her legs, but she caught my hand, and redirected it, back to hold her other breast, saying “that’s it sweetie… just nurse for mommy.” That sentence seemed to, rattle in my head. ‘nurse for mommy… nurse for mommy?’ I could feel a slight, tension begin in my crained neck, but I continued to feel more addicted to her breast in my mouth. ‘Nurse for mommy… nurse for mommy… it didn’t feel completely right, I tried to add it up. I could hear her subtle sighs of pleasure. The rhythm of my suckling, matching her heartbeat. ‘Nurse for mommy… nurse for mommy’ I wanted it to be right in my head… ‘I’m nursing… she’s mommy… I’m nursing… she’s mommy! that makes sense… I am nursing for mommy’ I continued to nurse as my mind settled, eventually she plucked her breast from my mouth. I groaned in disappointment, causing her to respond, “Oh sweetheart we’re not done yet” and quickly she propped a couple pillows under her back, and directed me to turn, to be cradled with my mouth positioned under her other breast, she easily slipped out of her nightie. Now I was completely comfortable, and quickly latched on, pulling her fresh nipple deep into my mouth, and resumed my natural rhythm, while she again moaned in pleasure. Everything felt wonderful, as I eagerly suckled away, but I wouldn’t say I was sleepy. Mommy on the other hand, slowly seemed to start to nod off, causing her arms to naturally fall away from her cradled position. I automatically tried to grip her nipple to keep it secured in my mouth. “Ouch…baby no teeth!… baby you can’t bite…” after the third time of this process repeating, she plucked me again from her breast, saying, “ok baby… it’s sleepy time, and repositioned me under her arm. Now I was even more, uncomfortable than before, without being able to nurse or listen to my music. I wiggled, squirmed and rooted against her, but suddenly, even miraculously, she found my earbuds. Then said something that didn’t make any sense, “What’s one more night going to matter… now go to sleep.” Soon I was snuggled under her arm, with my leg wrapped around her, listening to my favorite music, falling to sleep, with my thumb comfortably in my mouth. The next morning, I woke up as normal, snuggled against mommy’s breast, my diaper was, as normal, warm, and squishy, and, as normal I could hear the familiar loving voice, drifting phrases, behind the relaxing music. ‘You’re such a good baby… You love your mommy… you love your diapers…you love acting like a baby… you will always love your mommy… you always wet your diapers…you love suckling like a baby… you want your mommy to be happy… you always put pee pees in your diapers… you love playing like a baby… you always obey your mommy… you can’t help making poopy diapers…you love nursing like a baby…’ I clearly remember last night, nursing at my mommy’s breast, and how much she loved it. I know it will make her so happy if I nurse again. I pulled my thumb from my mouth, and rooted against her, I was able to find her perfect, nipple still covered by her thin silky nightgown, and sucked it into my mouth. She gently lifted my head from her tit, and wiggled her back higher against the head board, and exposed her breast, I latched on to her nipple, and was quickly, rewarded with a fresh warm stream of pee pees in my diaper, with my relaxing music playing in my head. I couldn’t think of anywhere in the entire world I would rather be. After a while, and being moved to her other breast, mommy gave my diaper a quick squeeze, and plucked my earbud from my ear, and quietly whispered, “ok sweetie let’s get up, and start the day” I slowly eased my head up, feeling a little groggy. While she collected my other earbud. “I will keep track of these today… I don’t want you lose them again, baby” I only nodded in response, as she planted a kiss on my forehead. Soon I was laying back down on my comforter, in front of the tv, as mommy handed me my travel cup, filled with fresh milk. I was very thirsty, and quickly tilted the cup up over my head, sucking against the straw to get a drink, but the cup didn’t seem to work right. My mommy watched, and chuckled, as I struggled with the cup. I wasn’t sure what was funny, as milk dribbled out around the straw onto my face. She quickly removed the cup from my hands, and turned it back upright, holding it with the straw towards my mouth. “Go ahead take a drink.” I couldn’t help feeling a little confused, but took the straw into my mouth, and sucked as hard as I could. In an instant milk overflowed my mouth, and involuntarily down my throat, causing me to gag, and cough milk through my nose. She quickly pulled the cup away, and with a surprised smile, and a pat on the back, and said. “Oh sweetie… mommy’s sorry… are you ok… we have to be more careful… I should have given you something easier to drink from…” I wiped my face with my sleeve, feeling a little uncertain of what exactly happened, but slowly responded, “Ya… I’m ok mommy.” She slowly returned the cup back towards my mouth, but this time held the straw with two fingers. “Ok baby… just a little sip… don’t take too much” I hesitantly looked up at her smiling face, and wrapped my lips around the straw, and with a gentle suck, I got a small mouthful of milk, before she pulled the straw from my mouth. “Good job! Baby” I swallowed the mouthful, and opened my mouth again to repeat the process. After a couple more swigs of milk, mommy stood back up, taking the cup with her, said. “Ok baby… mommy’s going to make you some breakfast… just watch tv for a bit.” I shook my head the tiniest bit, and focused on the big yellow dog. I tried to get into the episode, but I kept feeling distracted, ‘did everything go ok this morning?… Why wouldn’t the straw work right?… why doesn’t my thumb feel as good, as mommy does?…’ a few minutes flew by, and I noticed mommy scurrying by, towards the front door, I only half paid attention, as she seemed to be occupied with a large cardboard box. Again, I tried to pay better attention to the yellow dog show, but I suddenly felt a cramp in my belly, I knew it was a sign the poopy fairy was coming to see me, and I didn’t want a visit from the poopy fairy. I decided that maybe if I hid somewhere, the poopy fairy wouldn’t find me, so I crawled over to squat, behind my large chair in the corner. I felt pretty confident that she would never find me here. Unfortunately, I guess I didn’t hide well enough, and within a couple minutes, I could feel my face grow red, and uncontrollably had to push, out a fluffy, while the poopy fairy, put a large uncomfortable, poop, in my diaper. I knew it was because, I am a very special baby, but my eyes still filled with tears. The smell from the poopy fairy, filled my hiding spot pretty quick, which didn’t help my fight, against the tears streaming down my face. I tried hard to contain my emotions, and but slowly, negative thought, after negative thought filled my head, and my lips curled away from my thumb, allowing quiet sobs to escape. Suddenly I was startled by mommy’s face above me, over the back of the chair, and fell back against the corner, onto my bum, flattening the large load against my skin. I couldn’t contain my emotions any longer, as I tried to focus on mommy’s smiling face, and in between load sobs, I began to force words from my mouth. “Poopy fairy!… Mommy!… Smelly!…Poopy!… “ I put my arms in the air reaching towards her, hoping for any type of comfort. She reached down firmly grabbing, under my armpits, and pulled me up over the back of the chair, and I wrapped my arms, and legs tightly around her, and buried my face into her shoulder. “It’s ok baby… mommy’s here… everything is fine… don’t cry honey…. It’s just a little poopy” She gently, began to bounce me while she spoke, and her warm embrace seemed to help me feel a little better. She continued to talk, as I could feel her carry me across the room. “Look sweetie!… look what mommy’s got you… “ I slowly wiped my face against her, and looked up at her smiling face. She held a large slightly transparent, blue pacifier out in front of my face. “Look sweetie it’s a binky!… mommy’s got you a new binky!” I couldn’t understand why, this was exciting, or why she thought, I would want a pacifier, but she looked really happy, and that also seemed to make me feel a little better. So I slowly opened my lips, and she slid the large bulb into my mouth. I automatically nursed against it, slowly, pulling the large guard firmly against my lips, and explored it with my tongue. Honestly it felt better than my thumb, but not as good as mommy’s booby. She continued to chatter in her excited tone. “Such a good boy… baby loves his binky… yes he does… my baby loves his binky… such a cute baby, with his binky,… we’ll go get breakfast… and then get baby all cleaned up… and out of his smelly diaper… yes we will..” She continued to carry me into the kitchen, and again I was reminded of the large poopy in my diaper as it was again smushed against my bottom, as I was set down in my normal chair. I wasn’t, as surprised this morning to see another, large bowl of oatmeal, in front of me, but what did surprise me was, apparently mommy decided she needed to help feed it to me. After yesterday, doing such a good job, not making any messes, and even though I tried to grab the spoon from her, but after plopping my binky from my mouth, she carefully scooped one spoonful at a time, and with quite a bit of excitement, coaxed me into opening wide, to push the gray, goop in, the entire time, continuing with her, pleasant phrases, cheering me on. “No…no baby… mommy will help… be such a good by for mommy, and eat your warm goodness, all gone… open wide!… oh such a good boy… that’s right!… mommies good boy… eats all his breakfast… go ahead take a little drink…. Not too much baby…” A couple times she even held my my cup, and straw out, for me to take a drink. In the end, I felt like everything went pretty well, and even though, I didn’t think it was necessary, it was kinda nice. Soon as the last scoop of warm mush, was deposited into my my mouth, and after another slurp, of milk. My pacifier was held out, so I could receive it, and was directed by hand, to the large, mysterious, cardboard box in the living room. Mommy paused briefly, and pulled several pre-wrapped packages out, handed them to me, saying “be a big boy for mommy, and help me carry, these upstairs” then grabbed a large purple bottle from the box, and looked to be reading the instructions, as she continued towards the steps, as I tried to hold the slippery plastic packages with one hand, and my heavy diaper, swayed under my bum with each waddled step, as she led me towards my bedroom. Things seemed to be getting a little more normal, as mommy didn’t seem as frantic, or overly prepared. She just released my hand, and moseyed about the room, preparing to change my diaper. She still moved fairly efficiently, and even started the bath, before laying me down, to remove my smelly diaper, but everything seemed calmer, like expected. I really didn’t have much to say, and though she asked several questions, I didn’t really think, I was supposed to reply. Plus I was fairly certain, it would be difficult to talk very well, while I sucked on my binky. Bath time started out, pretty much the same as yesterday, she seemingly easily carried my naked body, and set me down in the warm bubbly water, and then I was carefully cleaned. We even played little piggy, which again caused me some uncontrollable giggles, and my binky to fall out, and get lost under the bubbles. But today, as the light material covering her breast became wet, I found myself trying to capture one of her nipples, with my mouth, as they swayed by my face. Which seemed to make her pretty happy. “Looks like my baby is ready for some more of mommy’s booby… yes he is!… my baby loves mommy’s booby’s… doesn’t he?… yes he loves nursing for mommy” She seemed to go on, and on with happy little phrases. Honestly even though, I didn’t think it was necessary to keep repeating herself, I found myself mostly smiling in response, somehow her happiness made me feel pretty good, and everything seemed to be going great, up til then. That’s where things changed dramatically. She released the drain on the tub, and fished my pacifier from the water, and set it aside, then asked. “Ok baby… can you stand up for mommy?” Which felt much more like a demand than an actual question, as she pulled at my hand, encouraging me to my feet. I couldn’t see any reason to question her request, and stood in the tub as the water gradually drained around my feet. She picked up the purple bottle, and shook it vigorously for a few seconds, before unwrapping the top, squeezing a large handful, of creamy white lotion into her palm, and began at the top of my feet spreading the lotion, over my entire body, even having me turn around, and spread my legs, paying special attention to my groin, and bottom. I found the process to be pretty relaxing, and her warm hands felt nice, as she firmly massaged the lotion over my body, but as she got to my chest, I noticed a tingling sensation, especially in my more sensitive arias, and began to wiggle about. She continued under my armpits, then instructed, “Ok sweetheart… try to stay still for mommy, and make sure to keep your mouth shut tight.” She seemed to move more carefully, spreading the lotion over my cheeks, and down around my lips, and chin. The powerful, sweet smelling lotion tickled my sinuses, as I breathed through my nose, and as she finished, and stood back slightly, still holding my shoulder firmly, as if she was waiting for something. The tingling sensation, continued to spread over my entire body, beginning to feel warm. I wasn’t able to resist scratching across my chest, and looked at my finger nails, clumped with lotion, and thick black hair. My first reaction was confusion, and quickly wiped against my chest again, watching as the lotion piled up, tangled with black hair, that was effortlessly, pulled away from the center of my chest. Instantly, I began to panic, as word’s began to fall from my mouth, frantically scraping at my body. “Mommy!… my hair…I I…MY!… MY!… MOMMY!… MY HAIR!” I could see her become uncertain, and nervous, as she grabbed at my flailing hands, firmly grabbing my wrists. “It’s ok baby… don’t worry… everything will be fine… it should grow back…” She continued to hold my wrists, and pulled my hands up, and high away from my body. I squirmed, and slithered my legs, as it felt like she supported my entire body, with only my wrists. My eyes filled with tears as I felt helpless, dangling there, as she continued to repeat herself, with an insecure, or anxious tone. “It’s ok baby… don’t worry… everything will be fine…” Eventually, which was probably only a minute or two. I gave up any struggle, squeezing my eyes shut, as tears and boogers streamed down my face. Her words became calmer, as she again instructed. “Ok,.. stand up for mommy… we have to get you all rinsed off.” I slowly pushed the bottom of my feet against the bathtub, as she gradually released my wrists , saying “oh that’s a good boy.. that’s right.. stand up..” I heard the water turn on, as one of my arms fell, lifeless down to my side, still unwilling to open my eyes. A few seconds later, I was engulfed by the distinct sound of activating the shower, as warm, water poured down onto my head. I could still hear her voice, sounding stronger, with more conviction, as her hands rushed over my body. “That’s such a good boy… yes nice and clean… that’s right honey… nice and clean, baby… smooth like a… like a… baby… yes.. mommy’s smooth baby… all that stinky hair, all gone” As she continued to chatter, phrase after phrase, her voice continued to change, becoming more calm… more certain, and then back to sounding happy. I sniffled a few times, opening my eyes, her cheerful words, ringing in my head, somehow improving the situation. I slowly looked to see her smiling face, as she calmly continued to rinse away at my body. Looking down onto my now smooth, clean, chest. It looked new, not just unfamiliar, but like more pinkish, almost like my entire skin had been replaced. I slowly raised my hand exploring, my fingers across my face, down my neck, I watched as the tips of each finger glided across the center of chest, where only seconds ago, my thick black hair lived. My eyes followed, as my other hand joined the exploration, slipping downward over my new belly button, where my now vulnerable looking skin formed to my penis, which looked as odd as it felt. My round circumcised, head bounced aimlessly, as I pushed against it. The light brown skin, tightly held my testicles, with firm wrinkles, almost like it was trying to hide them, from being exposed, It felt naked and cold. Then unexpectedly I noticed a small trickle of urine, tumble out, then briefly form a stream, not strong even enough to escape the bath tub, then just as unexpectedly, slowed back to a dribble, lost in the showering water. I wasn’t even sure that it really happen, and looked to see any reaction from mommy, to see her return a quick look of concern, but only lifted her eyebrows slightly, and continued her rinsing. Words quietly fell from my mouth again, as the water was shutoff, “mommy… my hair… all my hair mommy?” I looked down to again focus on her, beautiful face, as she swept the clusters, of floating hair towards the drain, and responded. “Yes baby… all that smelly hair, all gone… nice, and smooth baby” I repeated her, as if I had a question, “smelly hair… all gone…nice, smooth, baby?” Then tried to add it up in my head, ‘nice, smooth, baby?… nice smooth baby’ The shock of the situation seemed overwhelming, but my head was again filled with her cheerful, even excited tone, “Yes my baby is nice and smooth, and no more stinky hair!” Then she pushed back up to her feet, and picked up my pacifier, slipping it between my lips. My skin cooled quickly, as I started feeling the tingle of goosebumps, spread across my body. Mommy scuffled a fluffy towel over my head, absorbing the drips away, from the last remaining hair on my body, then pulled the towel over my shoulders, and slipped her hands back under my armpits, scooping me back up onto her hip. The feeling of her warm soft skin, against mine, as I embraced her, completely removed any of my disappointment of her decision. Her silky nightgown, tickled against my groin, holding my cheek against her cleavage, my clean arms wrapping around her, all of it felt incredible. It was more than, any feeling I could ever imagine. I even enjoyed, the soft diaper, embracing my soft bum, feeling comforted, like a warm hug, as she secured it around my waist. I could see loving, excitement in her eyes, as she turned leaving me mostly naked, on the bed. She pulled her damp nightgown over her shoulders, leaving it fall in a pile on the floor, stepped out of it, and propped herself against the headboard, naked except her panties, with her arms out, encouraging me to her. “Come to mommy… baby" There were no thoughts of hesitation, or any concerns of the words she used. I wanted, no I needed, with all of me, to feel her against me, her nipple buried in my mouth. Her breast against my face. Her loving gaze supporting me. I melted into relaxation, as her warm arms wrapped around me, and her lips pressed against my forehead.

Thanks for the encouragement, I’m sorry for not getting back to it sooner but it’s been a tough story for me to write. I think it’s mostly because I really enjoy this fantasy, and I don’t feel like I’m able to write it as well as I want to. Which is frustrating. But I’m trying I’m so glad you like it, and I’m trying to keep moving along with it. thanks☺️

Hi Daq latley I’ve been fascinated with the process of creating a story, and though I’ve written a few stories I still haven’t really developed my own method. It seems different writers have different methods for creating a story, some seem to plan several chapters ahead, writing consistently, posting weekly. and some seem to just wing it per say. I am not a very good writer but it does give me something to do, and hopefully I will figure out a method that works for me, and I get better at it. I also seem to be more frustrated when trying to write scenes that fit my fantasy. I just don’t seem to be able to capture the scene as well as I want to. so far here’s how my method kinda goes. I come up with a idea i write a ruff draft, really probably more of a outline than a actual ruff draft I start writing a story, technically probably more of a ruff draft. Then I read it and add small details commas, and periods. Etc, but this where I kinda get frustrated, I just can’t seem to twist the words around in the right way, and sometimes I think it gets confusing then I post a few chapters and continue the process until it’s done. The story I have been writing I decided to skip around, when I get frustrated with one scene I bounce to a different scene. Which has caused me to have a lot more story written before I post it but not in order, I have completed much more of the end then the middle, so I am not sure if this is going to work. Best E

Well… I was thinking of trying to encourage you, to find time to do something you like to do, and hopefully you will find some energy and Etc. But. Have read some of your stuff, and you are pretty good. So I would think it would be extremely frustrating if you felt rushed or unsatisfied with new stories. and that may not be a enjoyable hobby. SO sometimes you have to do what you have to do. And it might not be ideal but hopefully someday things will change. Things seem to do that. Best E

Hey FreezMilo I totally agree with Cute Kitten, there’s tons of information out there, and I don’t think anyone puts together a perfect first draft, and you can always edit a posted story if you want. Lately I’ve been fascinated by the whole process of different people writing stories, their approach, the editing or lack there of. I don’t know why I find it interesting but I do. So it’s pretty cool you can write a story without much editing. One thing I noticed throughout most of the story tellers on this particular site, is there are many unfinished stories. So don’t stress too much if you abandon it, or totally delete it. Lately I’ve been really trying to finish my story, and I am not exactly stuck, more so just frustrated with my personal ability to actually write a story. I have the complete ruff draft (Very Ruff) done, but somewhere in between my ruff draft and editing, trying to add the right details, yata..yata… yata I seem to like, lose it. I know we (as writers) all try to produce a good, legible, story that makes sense. But I try to remember (which doesn’t always happen) relax try to enjoy writing whatever you’re writing (it’s kinda fun) and Just Write!

Writing is definitely something you need to consistently focus on, and it’s definitely mentally exhausting. That’s one of my biggest problems, I don’t consistently work on things, and usually when I do it’s at the end of the day so I’m already tired. Someone told me something that makes a lot of sense to me. “You only have the ability to make so many decisions in one day” Writing is constantly making decisions, So if I use up all my decisions before even starting to try to write, it probably will make for some really crappy writing. I have to try to change my schedule some to allow some time to write before my mind is exhausted, and come up with a consistent schedule. Curious though WBDaddy, why did you quit? Best E

That’s nice! Sometimes you just need a little momentum, then things just roll along.

Thanks I decided to take a little break from story writing, for a bit. kinda let my head reset hopefully regain some focus. but I do really appreciate your advice and support, and I actually think it’s pretty interesting to hear about different people’s processes for story writing. it’s quite a interesting talent. thanks again E

Thanks so much for your replies, I agree with both of your comments. I probably do compare too much, but honestly I don’t think I am anywhere close to as good at writing as a lot of others. And I probably won’t ever be. And that’s ok. I imagine most of the better story writers enjoy reading, and probably read a significant amount of novels Etc. I am not. Honestly I don’t think I ever read an entire novel in my entire life. I definitely don’t have a favorite. But writing stories is unlike anything else I do or really ever did. . I work construction, (electrician) and typically things are difficult in the beginning, bigger jobs have a mountain of information to look through and there are so many questions. It’s can cause some anxiety. But as the project moves along, things get clearer, and even though it may seem like chaos. I gain more confident in being able to make everything work. so story writing for me is completely opposite. As I get closer to the end I tend to just lose my mind.(not that it’s necessary the worst thing, losing your mind can be amusing) I don’t know why but I read the last chapter of the current story at least 50 times, I felt like I didn’t even comprehend words by the time I posted it. It could’ve been the best or worst story in the whole wide world. I have no idea. (Well that’s not completely true, its definitely not the best story) it’s probably something to do with my ADHD or whatever psychological problem. But no one is perfect but so what ever. so I am going to try to just ask more direct questions. (for anyone that feels like answering) does anyone feel like this How many times do you reread your chapter, or part, weather you are editing or adding details, or whatever? How do you feel about your chapter or part after you decide you’re done with it? Are you’re feelings pretty consistent? Does this change later in the story? Are you consistent, with your approach, or system from the first chapter to the last? Best E

Hello all Do any other story writers feel anxious about there writing? Let me explain… So I write stories mostly because, I have read thousands of stories over the years, and years, and figure. A. I should try to contribute in some way, to my favorite site. And if there are more stories it’s better for the site. B. I often fantasize about my “kink?”… or “fetish”…or maybe “lifestyle” and writing a story seems to qualify or quench or understand my unorthodox nature. C. It gives me something to do, like a hobby… doing the same things year after year gets boring… causing me to feel numb. I do have lots of other things going on but things seem to get repetitive, and writing a story definitely interrupts the repetition. But unlike many of you, I do not “Love” writing stories. A story idea develops in my head… I add different details, and plot twists, by reading other stories and identify certain sequences or scenarios that “tickle my toes” then I put a “ruff draft” together that is very, very ruff. Then I write a slightly less ruff draft, trying to incorporate more details etc. so far I’ve written most of my new story before posting any of it. I don’t seem to be anxious about the story, at this point, I kinda figure people will like it or don’t, and I’m not here to decide whether something should be liked, and obviously some of us have very different fantasies surrounding the ABDL world. so I post the first few chapters, pretty quick. I read over each chapter before posting it, hoping to catch punctuation or spelling errors, (which if you read any of my stories, I don’t do that good of job with) but it is what it is, and I don’t figure on getting any kind of award for it, (basically I am writing “diaper smut”) but then something seems to happen… I can’t figure out why… somewhere along the way I seem to become more and more critical about my story… reading over and over… to the point that it’s like becoming obsessive… like hoping to find a way to explain something better…or express how I want the reader to feel… but I just can’t find the words or put them in the right order or create a feeling I’m looking for. Some of you (other writers) are sooo good at making me feel or directing a scene etc. and I feel worse and worse the more times I read my silly story. To the point where my confidence is completely gone.. I don’t know if my story makes any sense, let alone any good. I try not to think about it, or just try to push through the process, and usually I do, but I can’t help but feel totally insane. maybe I should quit writing stories Any thoughts?🤔 Thanks E

Chapter 8 I woke up in the morning, and everything seemed normal, however somewhere in the middle of the night, I snuggled up against my wife,again. I felt the cold lumpy diaper surrounding my groin, then I noticed a little pressure in my bladder, I sighed in relief as my diaper warmed, then I automatically thought about toilets, and I praised myself for having such great control of my bladder, I had really gotten good at making pee pees. I could make pee pees pretty much as much as I wanted, I can’t wait to tell Mike, He’ll be so happy. Then the music, and the pleasant chanting voice caught my attention, who’s voice was it? It was more familiar than ever, I just couldn’t place it. What was she saying? I just couldn’t hear all the words. I listened closely “Mommy loves something something,… mommy always something something,… baby loves something something,…baby always something diaper…. Babies something obeys something… ” The chants continued, overlapping, and almost felt like they swayed. I gently thrusted my pelvis into my wife’s hip in rhythm. She felt so warm, and comfortable. I could feel her pull against my bottom as I pushed against her. She continued massaging my butt, as I could feel my penis stiffen, deep inside my warm, squishy, diaper. Everything seemed so perfect, the way we fit together, her smell, I could feel her heartbeat quicken, against my cheek, her hand wrapped around my head, with just the tips of her finger nails delicately, combing against my scalp, sending shivers through me. I thought back to the night before, and how mad she was, how I just wanted her to be happy, but she was so mad. We needed make up sex, that would solve everything. I pulled my thumb from my mouth, and gently massaged her breast, I could see her nipple harden, and push against the inside of he silky nightgown. I felt her lips press against my forehead, softly kissing, my lips found her bare skin near her neck. I passionately kissed, as she gripped my head against her. The passion was overwhelming, we were completely, permanently connected. I felt her hand trace it’s way to the front of my diaper, and work it’s way between us, groping my hard cock, squishing my warm padding around it. It was all so much, I just couldn’t contain myself, an orgasm ripped through me, shuttering my spine. I could feel my penis pulsating, as she continued to firmly massage against it. I collapsed, as quick spasms shuttered through us, sucking my lips into her neck, my hand gripping her breast. Our bodies melted together, as every muscle relaxed, our limbs tied together, I could feel our heartbeats slow in pace. She must have felt the same, the most sensual, sexual experience, of our lives. Our minds just shut off together, as I continued to softly kiss against her neck, and her fingers tickled my hair, enjoying the soft music playing in my head. Sometime later, I wasn’t sure how much, she wiggled her way from under me. Sitting up, and turned, and for a few seconds lovingly, gazed upon me, I could clearly see, she still revealed in our experience. She finally turned to sit along the edge of the bed, calmly trying to regain her strength. I slowly turned pulling myself up, and sat at the edge of the bed, I pushed my diaper against my soft penis, sending another shiver down my spine. Regaining composure, I pulled my earbuds out, and finally spoke. “That was really something” She hesitated a response, obviously still trying to steady herself. “Ya… really something”, and carefully walked towards the the stairs, then added “Maybe come down for breakfast” I smiled feeling wonderful, feeling like I had solved a major problem. I thought back to yesterday, and the horrible day it was, feeling positive, today will be better. I headed downstairs, my knees still feeling a bit wobbly, and made my way into the kitchen. I couldn’t help overhear Maureen. “Ok so we’ll have to reschedule” as she spoke on the phone. She covered the phone receiver with her hand, as she noticed me, and quickly added “sweetie, go watch tv for a bit” I wondered who she was talking to for a sec, but had no problems with that, and pivoted back towards the living room. I was feeling better by the minute, everything was going perfectly today. She seemed to be acting pretty normal. I noticed my cup with the straw, and laid back down on the comforter, pulled my thumb from my mouth, and took a big sip of water, as I pushed power on the remote. I smiled brightly, as the big yellow dog came to life on the screen. Yup everything is going perfectly. Soon I was caught up in another, creative episode. With everything going so well, time seemed to slip right by, as my second episode started, I realized I haven’t had breakfast yet, my cup was empty, and there were no signs of my… uh what’s her name?… . I suddenly was distracted by my a grumble in my belly, but I tried to ignore my hunger, and focused on the big blue bird, fly across the sky, swooping down to provide the most important key, as the episode continued with thrilling, twists and turns. The grumbles in my tummy, continued stronger than ever, I had to see what was going on, and why I didn’t get breakfast yet. Keeping my eyes pealed on the show, I slowly backed my way towards the kitchen. Another growl ripped my attention from the show, and forced me to rub my belly for relief. My attention was redirected again, as I stood by the kitchen entrance I could hear my wife’s voice again on the phone, saying something about having to reschedule something. I listened more closely, still with my eyes locked on the tv. “I just can’t let him see someone like this… I’m not sure how that therapy session would go”…. Who was she talking to? Is she thinking about therapy?… oh, the big yellow dog needs the key… can the squirrel make it? “I mean you should have seen him last night, it was like he was actually 2 or something”… Oh no… He dropped it, the keys too heavy for him… what is she saying?…My belly is really starting to hurt. “Ya, I just totally lost it… I would have thought, he would like, snap out of it or something, but nope he was standing there, with his thumb in his mouth, pants soaked with pee, I couldn’t believe it… like he didn’t even try to stop me, I just dragged him upstairs, and changed his diaper. It seemed the more I treated like a 2 year old, the more he acted like one.”…. Why would she say that… I mean she knew I was trying to figure out headstuff…. Ohh.. no what’s going to happen now, the squirrel has to get the key… no one else can. “Ya obviously,… I even told him no recording last night, but this morning he had his earbuds in, and you would never believe what happed”…. Oh my belly hurts… thank goodness the yellow dog is close, I think he’ll make it… HEY…she wasn’t even being fair last night, she listened to her stuff. “Well, I.. I mean..it was… I don’t even know how to explain it” My ears perked up, thinking I was going to hear her explain, the incredible sexual experience she had this morning, but my stomach was really churning, and now, I was definitely feeling a good bit of pressure against my sphincter muscles, it was definitely getting past the time of my usual bathroom business. I squeezed my bum cheeks together, but I had to wait to hear what she was going to say next. “I don’t know it’s pretty embarrassing” Embarrassing? What was embarrassing?…Yah… the big yellow dog saved the day!!!” “Ok..ok I’ll tell you… but don’t ever say anything to Jon about it.” Anticipation was killing me… I couldn’t wait to here her describe our sexual experience together, but the pressure continued to build in my tummy, I bent over a little, holding against my stomach. “Hey.. Kristy that’s wasn’t nice… I’m sure… well I’m pretty sure, he’ll get back to normal, uh maybe soon.” Ok already… let’s get to it. Wait… does she think, I’m the one who isn’t normal? “Well you know he’s not like typically… very, well… I mean like he doesn’t like last that long?”…. What does she mean, I don’t last long… I last plenty long…. I had to push my hand against my bum holding back the pressure. “So… this morning, he uh.. I mean we haven’t had sex in a while… so he was you know, like built up… or whatever.”… The theme music started for the next episode of my big yellow dog show, and I hummed along quietly, as I squirmed holding back the pressure in my bottom. I couldn’t understand why she was so reluctant to tell her about how wonderful this morning was. “Ok,… ok, I’m getting there!… so this morning he was like super cute, all snuggled against me, sucking his thumb, and he was so cute, I just couldn’t resist hugging him, and gave him a kiss on his forehead…but then, I thought he was wetting his diaper, so I … I mean I didn’t want him to leak on top of me…so I checked him…you know like I’ve been doing. Then he grabbed my boob, like he was guarding it, and started suckling at my neck, and sorta humped me… then…you know…and uh..like finished like instantly right in his diaper.”…. Wait… that’s not what happened!! The shock of her description, felt like a punch in the belly, I lost control for second and squatted slightly, as a small poop pushed it’s way between my butt cheeks. I clinched feeling the slimy turd, being cut off, and just held there. I froze not sure what to do. My eyes filled with water, causing the big yellow dog turn into a big yellow blur on the tv. But she continued. “Ya he was awake, I didn’t know what to say, but he just laid on top of me, just suckling at my neck,… it was almost as if he was… I don’t know”…. Tears started streaming down my face, and my lips curled as I huffed into my thumb… I couldn’t move. “I know… but I mean… I sorta felt bad, but then I finally got out from under him, and he seemed to be… like proud of himself or something…like he just, I don’t know it was just weird” That was the final straw, I just couldn’t hold back anymore. My huffs gained more of a high pitched sound as my eyes squinted shut, with both hands I reached around the back of my diaper, and tried to push the poop back in. I could feel it smash, and plaster against the inside of my butt cheeks. It sounded as if my wife was further away, as she said in an intense tone. “Kristy I’ll have to call you back…something is wrong” I huffed for air in between cry’s, as footsteps scurried towards me. “Sweetie… what’s wrong?…are you ok?… are you hurt?…” her voice sounded panicked, as I felt her warm embrace, pulling my face into her smooth, nightgown against her breasts. I stammered for words, but only could mutter one word between spasm style breaths. “I….Poopy…. Told… Krissy… mean…words…sex…. Weird… l… I…poop….” I could feel her heartbeat race, while she gentle rocked me, and softly caressed my head, I desperately craved relieve, and wrapped my arms around her, leaning into her with all my weight, still sobbing uncontrollably. Her heartbeat pounded against me, as she lovingly, soothed me with her words. “Mommy is so sorry…. everything is fine baby…. mommy loves you….you’re such a good boy,… mommy didn’t mean to hurt you… it’s not your fault sweetheart… everything will be ok… mommy will make it all better…. mommy loves her baby...” Her words seemed to penetrate me, and with each phrase, fought away all my bad feelings, gradually my sobs turned into sniffles, as I swallowed saliva, and snot. Slowly I regained my senses, and reached back to confirm, or try to understand the poop sticking against my butt crack, I wiped my face into her breast, clearing my vision briefly, and involuntarily hiccuped as I tried to explain again. “I…I…poo…” She pulled away slightly, supporting me with her arms. “Ohh… baby… did you have a accident?…don’t worry sweetheart, mommy will make it allll better.” She leaned in towards me as her hand felt it’s way down under my bum, and softly massaged my soaked diaper. “Mommy doesn’t feel any poopies… are you sure you made poopies? She then leaned over me slightly looking down over me and pulled away the back of my diaper. “Mommy doesn’t see any poopies, you’re a little smelly… maybe you just fluffied, baby?” My mind wanted to believe I had only farted, though I couldn’t explain why things felt so sticky. I still felt better thinking it wasn’t poopy. I nodded my head slowly, still looking down slightly, saying. “Ya just fluffy.. no poopy?” My belly seemed to feel better, and for whatever reason, and I no longer had any urgent need for a bathroom. She pulled a finger up under my chin directing my face towards her, and again in a calm, and syrupy tone apologized. “Mommy is so sorry for telling Kristy about our wonderful… um time this morning sweetie, you did nothing wrong… everything will be fine… I love you very much” I nodded slightly against her finger as my eyes connected with hers. She looked so beautiful, and sincere, and made me feel so much better. I felt so much love for her, and I gradually replied. “I.. I.. love.. you too…. Mommy” I could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes as we stood inches apart for a couple seconds. Her whole face seemed to brighten, and smile. Then she pulled me back against her breasts, and with a great deal of excitement repeated her loving phrases. “Oh sweetie… mommy loves you so much… mommy will always love you… you’re such a good boy” Obviously I had said something right, and my spirits seem lifted with her happiness. I wasn’t too sure what exactly I said that caused her such happiness. I’ve told her, I loved her many, many times, and she always seemed happy about it, but not ever this happy. So again I was confused about why, exactly this time she seemed so happy, but hey, it was way better then if she was mad. Finally she regained her composure, and ran a finger under her eyes, and said. “Ok honey… why don’t we go have some breakfast, and then mommy will get you all cleaned up for the day.” I really had no time to answer, as she lead me into the kitchen by my hand, thankfully, I didn’t have very far to go, as the unexplainable, stickiness, caused me to wobble, more than actually walk, and I had to really squirm against my seat to find a comfortable position. After releasing my hand, she gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, and moved around the kitchen, with weird nervous energy. She quickly pulled the milk from the fridge, then stopped at the kitchen counter for a second, then quickly went back out to the living room, but before I could even ask her, where she was going, she was back with my cup, filling it with milk. She set the cup in front of me then turned back to the microwave, and grabbed a bowl inside, then back to the counter, grabbed a spoon, and stirred more milk into the bowl, then she stuck her finger into the bowl for a moment then put it in her mouth, paused for a second, then grabbed sugar from the cabinet, dumped some in the bowl, stirred it again, and took a small taste with the spoon. I had no idea what she was making, or why she seemed so nervous appearing about it. It was like watching a honey bee collect pollen, but she seemed happy, so I didn’t want to ask her about being weird. Finally she was back in front of me, with a spoonful of gray, lumpy looking goop, held out towards my face, saying in the most cheerful of tones. “Here you go sweetie… have some warm goodness for mommy…” I looked the spoonful of gunk, and tried to reply, but as I opened my mouth, she pushed the large spoonful in. I grabbed the handle of the spoon in shock, but her smile was so bright, and even though I really wanted to reject the ‘warm goodness’ I forced myself to swallow it. I again tried to explain, I would prefer my normal breakfast, and I didn’t really need help, but again I was quickly interrupted. “Oh such a good boy, for mommy… you’re such a good boy… eat all your oatmeal, all gone for mommy, and we’ll get you all cleaned up in no time” She looked so happy, and the oatmeal wasn’t that bad, I couldn’t help but return her smile, as I dipped the spoon back into the bowl. She stood up away from me for a moment, and watched as I directed another spoonful into my mouth, then said, “Your doing great sweetie… be careful,… try not to make any messies, and eat it all gone… mommy will be right back!” She disappeared into the living room and I could hear her heading up the stairs. I set the spoon down for a second trying to process exactly what just happened, I was super happy, this morning was doing great. Then I was watching the big yellow dog, and that was nice, but then she was telling Krissy mean things about me… then I might have made poopies in my diaper, but I didn’t, it was only fluffies, and I was sad… but ma.. wait what’s her name? She keeps calling herself mommy. Maybe she’s mommy, but that isn’t what I call her… is it? She’s my… uh… her name is ma.. well she calls herself mommy… so I guess that’s right, whatever… but then mommy was sooo nice and happy. My butt started itching, I tried to rub the itch against the seat, which worked pretty well, but then I felt cramps starting again in my belly, and looked at my still, very full of oatmeal. I needed to get this eaten fast, so mommy isn’t mad. I took a long swig of my milk, this isn’t what I usually drink? I guess it’s fine… I have to eat my warm goodness all gone… I started shoveling down spoonful after spoonful of the gray, gunk. Then a major cramp pushed through me causing me to drop my spoon, grab tightly on the edge of the table, and grit my teeth, which caused me to push just a little of the warm mush back from my mouth, and it drizzled down my chin. Taking a big breath the cramp passed. I realized my morning bathroom business had returned, and I needed to hurry. I tried to wipe my chin, and push it back into my mouth, but the sticky mush just seemed to spread over my fingers. I looked back at the 1/2 full bowl still in front of me. I could do it I can make mommy happy. I just needed to eat a little more. I tried to take another big gulp of milk, but when I lifted the cup, and tilted it back to suck the straw, the milk dripped around the straw, and down my chin, to the top of my t-shirt, no milk even went through the straw, so as I held the cup a little higher, I shook it a little, but it only caused more milk to drip out around the straw. I set the cup back down feeling a little frustrated, and refocused eating the gray mush, as fast as I could. But I only got a few more bites in, and I started feeling a very steady strong pressure against the inside if my sphincter. I huffed in gripping my bum cheeks together, as tightly as possible, and as I was starting to feel I had regained control, I quickly tried to take another spoonful, but another strong cramp crushed through my tummy, I dropped the full spoon, and again gripped the edge of table, as tightly as possible, lifting myself off the seat, and uncontrollably pushed my stomach against the table. I could feel my face grow red as I held my breath, clinching my stomach muscles, and bum cheeks as tightly as possible, I tried to take a breath but, in the moment of my slightest relax, I could feel the large poop push against the back of my diaper. I automatically contracted all my muscles, feeling my face redden even more, as I pushed as hard as I could. Finally I fell back to my seat in exhausted relief, as my diaper warmed with fresh pee. The poopy flattened, and spread across my bottom. I could feel tears welling in my eyes, as I told myself, it was only fluffies… just a big fart… no poopies. I could still make this right. I just needed to clean up this mess.. I tried to scoop the oatmeal off the table with my spoon but it just seemed to spread farther, then with tears streaming down my face, I quickly realized I could lick the table, and tongue first, headed down towards the table to fix the problem, but my forehead bumped against the bowl tipping it onto my head, sticking into my hair. I tried so hard, I don’t want mommy to be mad, but as I tried to wipe this from that, the gray goo just spread farther. Finally I just pushed my thumb in my mouth, and rested my forehead on my hand, in complete frustration, unable to see any way this could have even happened. I sat in misery, for only a second, but then I herd footsteps coming back down the stairs. Adrenaline jumped through me, I needed to hide, or fix this, or run away, or something. I jumped to my feet uncertain which way to go, as mommy entered the kitchen. I froze in spot, and slowly looked down in hopes I would suddenly became invisible. She was going to be so mad. It wasn’t my fault, it was too much, and the stuff was too sticky, and it didn’t work right. We stood there quietly for a few seconds, before I heard the fake noise a cell phone imitates when taking a picture. Why would she take a picture? Tears started picking up pace, as I sucked hard against my thumb, then finally she spoke. “Did we have a hard time with breakfast, pumpkin?” Her voice sounded sweet, and nice… maybe she’s not mad at me? Maybe she can see it wasn’t my fault? I slowly, shook my head no still looking at the floor. “No?…. Mommies baby didn’t have a hard time with breakfast?” Her voice still sounded nice and happy, so I built a little confidence, and again shook my head, “no” with a little more confidence. “Oh good… mommy was worried that you might make a mess… but clearly, I worried for nothing” I slowly looked up towards her, and could clearly see a big smile across her face, as she slowly approached me. Everything was fine, she didn’t think I made any messies. So I confidently replied. “No messies mommy.” She stopped next to me, and her eyes widened, as her hand waved across the front of her nose. “Oh sweetie, it smells like someone had some more fluffies in here… did mommies baby make more fluffies?” I eagerly replied “ya mommy, more fluffies” her face looked a bit quizzical, then added “maybe a little more than fluffies?” I again looked down, and shifted uncomfortably on my feet. Then slowly shook my head “no.” “Really… hmmm just fluffy then?” My confidence waned, as she leaned over my back, and carefully pulled away the back of my diaper. But again in a even more, cheerful tone added “Oh… I think there is poopies in that diaper, and if you didn’t make those poopies…then it looks like the poopy fairy might have made a visit… you must be a super special baby… the poopy fairy only visits the most special babies” I stood confused for a second, poopy fairy? I never heard of a poopy fairy, but it seemed like a good explanation, and mommy seemed happy about it. So I quickly replied “ya! Poopy fairy!” My mind hopped around a few seconds, trying to figure out exactly how a poopy fairy might work. Then different thought popped up, the poopy fairy only visits babies, and clearly I am not a baby. I was about to point out this fact, but I was distracted again as mommy grabbed my hand, and continued to talk in her cheerful banter. “Ok Jonathan… let’s go get all cleaned up, and ready for the day…. I definitely have one stinky baby, but soon mommy will have him all cleaned up, and as fresh as a daisy… ” The next thing I knew I was led upstairs to my bathroom, where again I found a towel already spread across the floor, and before I could even begin a sentence, I was on my back, my extremely, uncomfortable diaper was opened, releasing a extraordinary, foul smell, and my legs were hoisted above my head, as mommy worked away at cleaning my backside. My mind seemed, to drift back through all my different thoughts again, as I was pulled or pushed this way, and that. The whole time mommy seemed to be enjoying herself, cheerfully repeating phrases, something about being a good baby, or stinky, or adorable. I kinda quit paying attention, as I focused on what exactly happened this morning. First thing this morning me and mommy made love… wait no… that can’t be right, babies don’t make love with mommy’s… wait no… I’m not a baby… I tried to add up that puzzle for a second, but decided to move on. What happened next?.. I went to watch my big yellow dog show… it was a really good…maybe I should just think about that… it seems less complicated. My thoughts were interrupted abruptly again, as mommy slid her hands under my arm pits, sitting me up, and pulled my tee-shirt up over my head, as she directed me. “Arms up, pumpkin!” My thumb was gently forced from my mouth, and in a instant the shirt fluttered across my face, up my arms, and tossed to the side. I barely had time to comprehend that now I was naked sitting on a towel, when her hands slipped under my armpits again, and I was quickly hoisted up, onto mommy’s hip. I grabbed ahold of her desperately, wrapping my arms, and legs around her however possible. There was a slight strain in her voice as she said, “tubby time! It’s tubby time, baby!” I barely had anytime to process the idea of, mommy picking me up, let alone so easily, before I was set into my bathtub, already filled with warm, bubbly water. She kneeled against the outside of the bathtub and continued with her cheerful banter. “Mommy’s baby is so big… what a big baby boy you are!… mommy’s going to get her baby all clean….” She seemed to have everything prepared, and almost instantly had a wash cloth in her hand, softly scrubbing me. I initially was pretty overwhelmed by the whole situation, and even considered explaining, I could wash myself, but the combination of pleasant, fresh scents, her tickling fingers, and washcloth, all while her face held such a happy smile, seemed to have me feeling, giggly and squirmy, and decided not to ruin her good time. After working her way in between my legs, and down to my toes, she pulled one of my feet out of the water, and with a great deal of excitement proclaimed. “This little piggy went to the market!” Grabbing my big toe firmly, she continued to work her way toe by toe as I giggled uncontrollably, until the smallest toe went weee weee weee! All the way home! “Oh wasn’t that fun!! Baby!… you’re just the sweetest, baby in the whole wide word!” I had to catch my breath for a few moments. While I finally sat up completely, I watched her run the water a few moments, filling a large cup with water, and kneeled high as possible slowly poured the water through my hair. I couldn’t help but notice her large breasts, hanging freely behind her wet silky night gown. I found myself staring, focused on her firm nipples, clearly showing, as they bounced, and moved, while she scrubbed shampoo through my hair. My thumb seemed to find its way, automatically into my mouth, and softly slurped against it. Mommy seemed to notice my stare, and raised her eyebrows with a slight blush, and broadened her beautiful smile. For some reason I blushed in return, I felt like it was the first time seeing her bosom, and quickly looked down, as if I had been caught, looking at something I shouldn’t. Bath time ended as quickly as it had begun, and again without much struggle I was lifted up, and clinging against her, as mommy carried me back into the bedroom, and laid me down, onto a large, soft and fluffy towel across my bed. She wrapped me in the corners of the towel gently rubbing, the quickly cooling water droplets, and within a minute or so had my legs pulled up just high enough to put a fresh diaper underneath me, and efficiently taped my diaper on finishing with a light pat. Next came a fresh tee-shirt, she didn’t seem to waste a movement, firmly guiding me to a sitting position then slipping the shirt down my extended arms, and over my head. She remained standing over me, and in a slightly more serious tone asked, “Ok sweetheart… you’re ready for the day…that was so much fun this morning! What do you want to do now??”

Hi I’m so glad you like it, over the years I have read many pieces of your different stories. (Sorry for only reading pieces, but unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it, I haven’t read an entire novel in my entire life.) And you are really good writer, I do appreciate your interest. However my goal was to make it seem like Maureen was naturally craving babying her husband Jon, (not hypnotized) but also trying to resist her temptations. (Similar to some of the Amazon woman, in the DD world) So I guess I didn’t do that good of a job with writing that, but it’s super hard to convey someone else’s feelings when writing only in first person. Thanks so much again ☺️ Best E