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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

Chapter 7 I just stood there for a bit, trying to comprehend what just happened, or why it happened. We have been married for years, and I have never seen her act so crazy, and her complete transformation between personality’s, maybe she has some kind of personality disorder, but with all my research, and experience, I have never seen or heard of anyone, develop such a problem, so quickly, without having some kind of crisis, or major trauma in there life. How should I even approach this? I don’t want to make her mad at me, but I have to get back on track with Mike’s situation, and so far I have not been able to get really anywhere near real progress with that. I still have no idea why I want to wear my diapers, or why tinkles feel good in my diaper. I also haven’t gotten anywhere near understanding what headspace is, or why my wife is so upset about it. I probably shouldn’t mention it to her anymore. My thoughts were interrupted again, as my wife hollered up, “Jon are you coming down for dinner?” Causing me to instantly reply, “ya I’ll be right down” and started towards the kitchen. My dinner was already at my regular spot on the kitchen table, and I sat down noticing a large travel mug, designed for a provided straw, was set next to my plate, I didn’t even dare question my wife’s decision on this, figuring at this point, that I definitely had much bigger problems than drinking from a straw. I hesitantly looked towards my wife, uncertain of which personality I was going to get, her face looked blank, as she watched me. I felt awkward, and finally asked. “Are you ok?” She gave me a quizzical expression, and replied. “AM I OK?… am I ok?…ya… I’m fine… ARE YOU OK?” The way she answered did not make me feel like she was ok. I had to look back down, away from her as the awkward silence started again, and eventually replied. “Uh.. ya I guess” I could almost feel her eyes staring at me, and I could hear her making, weird breathing noises. The seconds seemed like hours as I felt like she expected me to say something more. I just wanted this to end. Finally without looking up, I just started a sentence. “Maureen… uh… what I was… I mean… can we just… I don’t know forget…” I squirmed in my seat as I pushed words from my mouth uncertain of what direction, I was attempting to say, when finally she interrupted. “So you just want to forget about it?.. forget that I just dragged you upstairs like a toddler, and changed your wet diaper?…Forget that your acting like a 2 year old?” I really wanted her to just go back to normal, but it really seemed like a bad idea to say that. I just replied, quietly, as I my head nodded ever so slightly. “Ya..that” I thought about her description of the situation, as the silence between, weird breathing noises started again. I just can’t figure her out, I mean of course I was acting like a two year old, that’s what Mike said to do. And of coarse my diaper was wet, what else would it be. Has she totally forgot what I’m trying to do here? But again, I didn’t think that was a good thing to say. So instead I finally broke the silence again. “Maureen… um… you know,… I mean, I need to know… what I’m trying to do is… Mikes mommy will be mad… I have to figure o” I slowly gained enough courage to look up at my wife, as now she was resting her hand on her hip still staring back at me. Great fully she interrupted again. “OK I HEARD ENOUGH….I KNOW WHAT YOUR TRYING TO DO…YOU’VE TOLD ME ENOUGH TIMES, ALREADY… BUT YOUR TAKING TOO FAR… SO LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I’M GOING TO DO. YOU FIGURE OUT WHATEVER YOU WANT TO TONIGHT, BUT TOMORROW I AM GOING TO TREAT YOU HOWEVER YOUR ACTING. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? …YOU WANTA TO ACT LIKE A BABY? THATS WHAT I’ll TREAT YOU LIKE… A BABY!!!” I quickly nodded my head again, “NOW, EAT YOUR DINNER.” she pointed at my plate, like I didn’t know where my plate was. I really just hope she finished with her rant, and at least it sounded like she was going to leave me alone tonight, and hopefully by tomorrow morning, she will calm down so we can have a regular conversation. I ate my dinner as quickly as possible, and even used the straw to drink all my water. The whole time, I refused to look up at her even though, I could feel her watching me. I carefully slid my empty cup closer to the edge of the table, as I took the last few bites of food, she made a few more weird breathing noises, and picked up my cup, I heard the water running for a several seconds then returned back to the table, setting the cup farther away from me, then I could easily reach. I just wanted to get away, so I started to slide out of my seat, reaching as far as I could to grab my travel mug. Unfortunately, this crazy episode was not over, she grabbed my hand, and wrapped a warm washcloth over it, pulling it across my fingers. I tried to pull it away, but with her free hand, she firmly held my wrist, then she preceded the process on my other hand. I groaned in resistance, but she continued to hold my wrist, and then directly pushed the washcloth across my face. The whole process took only a few seconds, and I definitely didn’t want anything to do with fighting with her anymore, so I finally struggled free, and to my feet, as she held up my water, saying flatly “ok that’s better.. you can go” I rolled my eyes thinking, I just need to get to my office, I quickly made my way into the living room, when the big yellow dog show was still playing on the tv, caught my attention. I paused for a second, wondering what this episode was about. It seemed like the team had just discovered their latest problem, and it needed to be solved. I creeped a little closer to the tv, and looked back towards the kitchen, my wife didn’t seem to be following me, so I redirected my attention towards the tv. Soon I was intrigued by their plan. I could definitely see that, though the yellow dog did have a great plan, it was not going to be easy, and things could definitely go wrong. I looked down to the couch, and wanted to snuggle in, just to just finish this episode, but remembered how mad my wife was, and how she told me to sit on the floor. I looked towards the coffee table, and my area carpet surrounding it, but she still hadn’t cleaned up her mess. I refocused on the tv for a few more seconds, again getting caught up by the adventure. Just as the team found themselves on the brink of disaster, the show blinked to a commercial, leaving me on a real cliffhanger. I looked again back at the kitchen, as I continued to sneak closer towards the tv. With no sign of her yet, I studied the carpet, it looked like there was a decent amount of space that couldn’t be wet, along the edge of the carpet, then I remembered, she told me I could do what I wanted tonight. I slowly eased myself back down, along the edge of the fuzzy, carpet, and took my comfortable position, laying on my belly, as the show started back up. This was the best episode I had seen yet, all the animals had to use their special talents to accomplish the goal, and as the suspense grew, I found myself slowly squirming forward towards the tv, and eventually up to my knees, as close to the television as the carpet allowed, I couldn’t help but cheer a little, and waved a fist in the air, as they all finished safely. I was suddenly startled, as my cheerful “yah” vibrated against my thumb, by a quiet “What in the…” My head shot to behind me, to see my wife again with her hand on her hip, with a look of confusion. I scrambled to my feet, feeling as if I had done something wrong. I sucked my thumb hard into the roof of my mouth, and kept my eyes on the floor, uncertain what to expect. It felt like an eternity as everything seemed to stop, when finally she spoke. “It’s ok… you have til tomorrow to figure this… headspace out… or whatever, but tomorrow we’re going to act like adults.” Her voice sounded calm, I wouldn’t say chipper, but not mad either, I slowly looked up at her, to see her, maybe with the slightest smile at the corner of her lips. I nodded enthusiastically, as she walked directly towards me, she paused momentarily, and squeezed the front of my diaper, like she does normally, then continued towards the coffee table saying. “You’re going to have to give me a minute to get this cleaned up, then you can watch your show.” It seemed like, she was returning back to normal, but I certainly did not want to press any issues. I decided it was best if I stood out of the way, while she pulled the coffee table off to the side, and rolled up the carpet. By the time the theme song for the next episode started, she was laying a old comforter across the hardwood floor, and said flatly. “There you go… and can we please try not to make anymore messes.” I briefly thought about telling her, that I don’t make messes, or asking her if she had forgotten, how this was definitely, not my fault, but I certainly didn’t want to start pointing fingers, and she did say “we” so again, for the sake of keeping the peace, I just let it go. The next couple hours flew right by, Disney obviously realized what a great show they had, and seemed to continually play, one episode after the next. Occasionally during the commercials, I would try to figure out what else I could do to achieve, or understand anything about headspace, but it just wouldn’t happen. Maybe my wife was right, and I just needed a little time to relax, I did have all week to figure something out. Maureen however, seemed to be getting back to normal, and looked to be pretty busy around the house, occasionally I noticed her clumping up, and down the steps but for the most part, besides for her refilling my water, she left me alone all night. Another thing that worked out well, was my travel mug, at first I thought it was kinda silly, but I had to admit, laying on the floor, I could easily exchange the straw for my thumb, to take a couple slurps. As the big yellow dog successfully, saved the day, and my episode ended, Sandy called out “Jon it’s 9 o’clock, you should consider getting ready for bed.” I groaned slightly, but felt pretty tired. Slowly I climbed up to my feet, and turned to see my wife standing at the bottom of the stairs, like she was waiting for me. I instantly remembered her earlier altered personality, and cautiously walked towards her, I was half expecting her to grab my hand, and pull me back up the steps, but she just watched me, with a weird look on her face, like she didn’t know what to do. There’s definitely something wrong with her. I slowly made my way by her trying to stay as far as possible away, to climb the steps. I significantly increased my pace as I realized she was following me. The whole situation was so weird, she didn’t say a word, just followed me up the stairs, and into my bedroom. I quickly grabbed a diaper feeling extremely nervous, and flopped back onto my bed, as I realized I wouldn’t be able to suck my thumb, and change my diaper. My teeth grind together, after I fought my thumb from my mouth, to change my wet diaper, as quickly as possible, as I anxiously watched her, watch me. I thought, I was in the clear as I pulled the new tabs around my waist, but before I could react, she again pushed between my legs, and smoothed out the front of my diaper, and finished by tightly placing the tabs, without even a light pat on my buried penis. After releasing me, I laid there a second, unsure what to expect next. I thought about explaining, I had been changing my own diaper for weeks, maybe she forgot, but quickly decided against any explanations. She wrapped up my used diaper, and as she turned towards a new trash can in the corner of the room, I scrambled to grab my earbuds. As I called out to Sandy, I was interrupted. “No hypnotic recordings tonight, Jon” She called out clearly. I huffed a little in response but, clearly she’s unstable, and I didn’t see any harm in skipping one night, and just pulled myself into bed, as far away from her as possible, laying on my side facing the nightstand. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping I would instantly fall asleep, but again I was completely caught off guard, as I felt her lips press against my forehead, saying. “Good night honey… I love you.” I had no idea how to respond, or even if I should, she had like three different personalities, a mean, crazy one, a super, overly nice one, and somewhere in the middle. I eventually replied quietly “wuv ew tu” as her hand ruffled across my head. I just froze in spot with my eyes sealed shut, wanting this day to end. My mind continued to race, as I listened to her fuss about for a few more minutes. I just couldn’t seem to add it all up, thinking back to her conversation about, my patients with Kristy, then my lack of accomplishing anything with Mike, her crazy diaper change, Mike’s headspace mystery, how mad she got at me, now I am not even allowed to listen to my regular recordings, I tried to think about the big yellow dog show, that seems to cheer me up, I tried to relax, concentrating on calmly suckling my thumb, but it just didn’t help. Then I heard the light switch, followed by my wife saying “Henry will you please start my nightly recording” within an instant he replied, “I sure will Maureen, have a good night.” I couldn’t help but feel a little cheated, I mean why does she get to listen to her recordings, and I don’t? It isn fair. My mind continued to race between all the craziness of the day. She’s such a hypocrite. I need to calm down, think about the yellow dog. Thoughts seemed to just bounce right by. I started twisting this way, and that, as now I could hear my wife lightly snoring. It was like today didn’t even bother her. Everything seemed to bother me, I was hot, then I pushed the covers aside, then I was cold, she just slept away, not a concern in the world, it’s like she doesn’t even know how crazy she’s been. I looked at my ear buds only a foot away from my face, I’ll just listen a little bit, until I make tinkles in my diaper, I thought to myself, ya when I wake up, I’ll make tinkles, and my diaper will be warm and squishy, and she won’t know. I pushed my earbuds in my ears, and quietly said “Sandy start my recording” Sorry for a short chapter… also I’ll be gone for a few days so I won’t be posting anymore chapters til mid/late next week I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter and the Easter bunny stops to visit and brings chocolate bunnies ☺️

thanks I’m glad you like it☺️ Ya I guess we’ll see 🤔

Chapter 6 The rest of the morning went pretty smoothly. I continued to get better at making pee pees in my diapers, and was really able to focus on my plans with Mike, I didn’t even have to get out of my chair all day, let alone leave my office. My wife seemed to return to normal, and did a great job bringing me water, and snacks. Everything was going to work out perfectly. I was just getting started on working on my book when I realized it was 2:30. I ran my plan over in my head one more time, and double checked my desk, that I was completely prepared. Pen.. check Tablet.. check Laptop.. check Water… I groaned a little realizing my glass was almost empty, where’s Maureen? I picked myself up, and headed towards the kitchen. I only got to the entryway, when I overheard Henry. “Yo Maureen Kristy is calling” I paused thinking I wonder what she’s calling about, as I overheard my wife. “Thanks Henry I’ll take the call… Hi Kristy, how’s it going? Thanks for calling me back”…. I could only hear 1/2 the conversation, and I know I shouldn’t ease drop, but after finding out about Maureen telling her about the whole diaper thing, and she’s been acting so weird lately, I was extremely curious. So I stood quietly out of site. “Ya, it’s well… I know I told you to forget about the diaper thing with Jon, and never say another word about it,… but I have to tell someone, but just never tell anyone.. Kristy I mean it.. nobody”… “Ya he’s still wearing them…” “Well his next appointment is today, so we’ll see”…. “I guess, I shouldn’t be super concerned, or anything, I mean Jon kinda gets carried away sometimes with his patients… like remember when he was seeing that alcoholic?… he was drunk every night… but he eventually got things worked out, and everything was fine so”…. “But this one it’s just… I don’t know different?… and the thing is, it’s sooo cute though… and sometimes I feel like I’m getting… I don’t know, like wrapped up in it, I’m trying not to but….” My mind started racing, what has Maureen been telling Kristy about all this time, I mean there’s a thing called patient confidentiality, and what the fuck is going on in her head. But the conversation went on. “Well, ya I know it’s weird… but you have Bobby, and you know like… I don’t know maybe it’s just a maternal instinct thing… I’m sure it will pass or whatever”… “I know… well he said the hypnotic stuff isn’t working but… and I think I get what he’s trying to do, but like right now he’s sitting in just a wet diaper… like all day…in a wet diaper, and I got him pants but he doesn’t wear them. Wait… what did she say? I looked down, and she was right I was just wearing a diaper, and ya it was wet, but it’s supposed to be wet… and I was going to change it, I just haven’t had time, and what do I need pants for at home all day? I’ll get to it in a second, what else is she telling her. “Ya… it’s always wet…I think he even leaked a bit at breakfast this morning…” “Ya I check it, I feel like I have to.. I’m not even sure he even notices… that’s what I mean, he gets carried away…” “I’m not sure what to do… I mean he does eventually change it, but I’m not even sure he does that good of a job… like he always smells like pee….” “Kristy! I can’t do that!”…. “Ya he takes a shower, every morning, but he’s all hairy down there, then always in a wet diaper, and I don’t think he even like, uses baby wipes on himself…” “Ya I know it’s gross… and then on top of that, he just leaves wet diapers all over our bedroom….” “I don’t know, I don’t want to be a nag or anything… I guess it’s not that big of a deal…” Now I was past frustration, I mean what in the fuck, I’ve been working hard on trying to figure this out, and she has to complain about smelling a little pee, or picking up a couple diapers, I’m the one who has to wear my diapers. I was about to interrupt their little conversation, when I heard a car pull into the driveway. “Shit” it’s Mike, I can’t have him see me like this… Maureen is going to have to wait. I dashed into the living room, and held my glass out towards my wife, saying “Mikes here… can you grab me another glass of water” she was sitting on the couch looking surprised. I continued up the stairs as I heard the glass break against the floor. I paused a step, and said “Everything ok?” She stuttered in response. “Ya… uh ya… I guess I’ll clean this up” I continued up to my bedroom without responding but thought ‘Ya you’ll have to clean it up… next time try not to be so clumsy’ I wizzed through my diaper change, and was headed back down the stairs as Maureen made her way from the kitchen with my water. She looked up at me with a touch of concern, and said “maybe put on some pants” I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity, and spun around back towards my bedroom. Within a few seconds I was heading back down the stairs, as Maureen held up a cup of water. I received it like a marathon runner, and made it to my desk, as Mike was plopping onto the couch. Mike looked at me with a touch of concern, and asked “everything ok Doc?” I took a second to catch my breath, and took a swig of water, when I noticed the cup my wife handed me. It was a souvenir cup from the zoo, decorated in cartoon zoo animals. Not only was it silly looking but it was giant. I gave it a brief frown, but recollected myself, and replied. “Ya sorry Mike, I’ll be fine. More importantly how are you?” His face seemed to return to normal, and answered “fine..nothing new here” I was relieved to hear more than a one word answer, and gained a little confidence. “So any more emergencies with your mother?” “No, she promised to leave me alone, as long as I came here, but I took your advice, and been keeping things to myself. How about you? Did you like my diapers?” I was cheering in my head as he spoke… he’s taking my advice… he’s talking to me, asking questions… this is going perfect, I might even be lending him a pair of underwear to drive home in!!! “Ya they worked great, I took your advice, and ordered my own… they’re not the same ones exactly, but they work just as good, no leaks, and they’re pretty comfy” I stood up, and pulled my pants down so Mike could see my whole diaper. He gave me a pretty big smile, and replied. “Ya I’ve seen those before, there more of a AB diaper.” Even though I knew what AB meant I figured I would ask. “Ya I thought they looked kinda fun, but what’s AB?” Mike blushed just a bit, as he answered. “Oh that stands for adult baby… like there’s a group of people, and some are ABs, and like some are DLs, which stands for diaper lovers, ABs are into like regression uh… and stuff” “So ABs go around acting like a baby? That could be kinda hard.” I was hoping he would include himself in one of the categories, but so far he’s been a little vague, but he continued to answer. “Uh… maybe some of them… but like most just like kinda pretend for a little while. I mean uh… like you have to be in the right headspace… and I don’t know like play with toys, or watch cartoons … uh… maybe suck your thumb, or whatever” He looked very uncomfortable when he answered… he has to be more AB… I have to try to make things more comfortable, I can’t push too much. “Well I don’t think you have to be a AB, or act like a baby to play with toys, I mean I have a pretty extensive Lego collection, and my wife collects Beany Babies” Mike looked relieved to change the subject some, and quickly asked. “Oh ya, what legos do you have?” I really haven’t thought about my Lego collection in a while, but I was quite proud of it, and answered. “I got tons.. I got really into Star Wars for a while, and I got like all of them, but my favorite is the Death Star, it took me forever to build, but it’s bad ass. Do you want to see it?” The next thing I know I was carrying my Death Star from my bedroom. Time seemed to fly right by, and before I knew it, he was saying. “Ok Doc.. I’ll see you next week” I couldn’t believe it. I was stunned feeling. I had such a great plan… we were supposed to discuss, so much stuff, and all we did is talk about Legos. How did I let this happen. I felt defeated, I couldn’t let Maureen know how badly I failed again. I’ll just tell her I made great progress, and things were going good. I tried to perk myself up, and headed towards the living room, with my empty stupid cup, at least I’ll get this cup thing straightened out. Maureen was folding laundry, as I sat beside her on the couch, and without too much concern asked. “Howed it go?” I tried to keep a cheerful tone as I replied. “Great, really good, I mean we talked about everything” She looked a bit relieved for a second, but her expression seemed to change to more of a questioning look. I tried to look away as she asked. “Everything?…Well is he a AB like we thought?” My mind panicked for a second but I remembered he had to be… he was so uncomfortable looking when we talked about it. So I quickly replied “Ya.. he’s AB… and um he said it’s about headspace, and uh you have to like pretend or whatever.” “Really… hmm… so what else did you talk about?” I just couldn’t look at her, my mind raced for something more to say. “Oh um I showed him my diapers… and he thought they were cool…and, uh um… can you get me more water?” Her tone seemed to completely change after I said that. “Oh did he? Did you tell him that I think your diapered bum is super cute?” She leaned against me, and tickled my belly, which completely caught me off guard. I squirmed, giggled, and rolled off the couch to get away. I thought about complaining, but I was pretty relieved to change the subject, hoping to be done with her interrogation, and I just replied. “Ok… ok can you get me more water?” and held the childish cup towards her. I felt like I was in the clear, her face looked sweet, and loving, as she reached for the cup, but then she asked “What do you say?” I was lost… I couldn’t think of what she wanted me to say, was I caught in my lie? I could feel my face turning red feeling guilty. I stumbled out some noises “uh..mmm..ehh?” Her smile grew across her face, as I hoped that somehow I would say the right words. Then she spoke as her smile reached its peak. “Say please sweetie” A breath of relief left my lungs, as I looked up at her, and quickly obeyed “Can I please have some water?” You would have thought I told her she was the most beautiful woman in the world, or something. She rubbed her hand through my hair, and kissed my forehead as she stood up taking my cup, saying “Of coarse sweetheart…I’ll be right back” I felt relieved, and I certainly didn’t want to question her for being so weird, I picked myself up back on the couch. My head felt a little scrambled, but I had to really focus on what to do next, after wasting today. I didn’t have time to figure out what was wrong with my wife too. Within a couple seconds she came back with my water, asking. “Since today went so well are you finally going to relax? I mean, it sounds like you can get him wearing big boy underwear again soon.” I squirmed a bit, I couldn’t explain to her why I can’t relax now. I needed to try harder than ever, but what could I do? I hesitated a response as long as I could. “Uh I really,…well I want to… I mean…I have to make sure…” Then the idea hit me “I really should get this headspace thing figured out” I praised myself in my head, this was a great idea. I looked back to see her response “What do you mean?” She pulled her head back, and lifted her hands up like she couldn’t believe what I said.“Well since Mike, I mean, Mike seemed uncomfortable talking about being… uh, I think I would be able to make him so much more comfortable talking about… you know being AB, if I understood what this headspace thing is about.” I could see a look of concern fall over her face. “Jon.. don’t you think it’s going to far? I think you’ll have him on the right” I had to interrupt. “What do you mean, YOU THINK, we don’t have time for hoping things will go ok, or relaxing… I mean I have to try to do everything I can so Mike’s mommy isn’t mad at me” I watched as she murmured something to herself shaking her head like she was crazy. She seemed so unstable, I couldn’t understand what was going on in her head. “OK JON… do what you want.. I mean, if you want to figure out what headspace is about… FINE… and how do you plan to do that?” “Mike said, just watch cartoons, maybe play with toys, and suck your thumb or something.” I couldn’t understand why she looked so concerned. I mean what’s the big deal? “So… Jon let me get this straight. Your plan to figure out headspace is to watch cartoons, and suck your thumb?” She just stood there looking at me like I was the one who was crazy. Did she forget how important this is? “Maureen, listen… I don’t know what you’re even concerned about, or what’s going on with you lately. What’s the big deal? It’s not like you have to do anything, I’m the one who has to fix Mike, and I’m going to do everything I can to do that.. and if I don’t solve this, you do realize how bad that is?” I don’t know what I said, but apparently it was not the right thing. I could see in her eyes she was mad. “FINE.. YOU FIGURE IT OUT!!! HERES YOUR WATER” She set the water down forcefully on the coffee table, and picked up the clothes she had been folding, and stomped up the stairs. I shook my head completely confused. Whatever, I had better things to worry about. I grabbed the remote, and started working my way through the guide to find some kind of cartoon. I finally landed on Disney Jr., as a animated big yellow dog bounced across the screen, this looked childish enough I thought, and sat there for a few seconds trying to figure out what to do next. Then I remembered my thumb, of coarse that’s what I need to do. I pushed my thumb in my mouth, and balled up my fingers against my nose, and waited for something to happen, as I stared at the screen. Soon enough I heard my wife stomp down the stairs, she was probably still mad, and I had no desire to have any kind of conflict again, so I scooted deeper into the couch hoping to disappear. I thought for a moment, that I was in the clear, as she made her way towards the kitchen, but just before leaving the room, without even turning my way she barked out, what felt like a order. “Babies watch tv on the floor.” I certainly didn’t want to cause any more trouble, so I slowly slid back to the floor. After turning this way, and that for a few seconds I found it to be most comfortable to lay on my belly on top of my large fluffy area carpet, with my chin resting on one hand, and my thumb in my mouth. I just laid there a while, having no idea how this would create, or cause any kind of headspace, and honestly felt a little dumb. I did however figure out what was going on with the big yellow dog show, apparently, the big yellow dog was friends with a squirrel, and a big blue bird, and they would work together to solve mysteries, or problems in the neighborhood. It was a pretty creative show, each of the animals had a special talent that helped them to complete their mission. The bird could fly, and that helped a lot. Then the squirrel could get into small spaces, and climb really good. The big yellow dog was quickly becoming my favorite though, he was big, and strong, and had good ideas. I found myself thinking I can’t believe I haven’t watched this show before. I became pretty thirsty, so I pulled my thumb from my mouth and reached up to grab my cup, but my hand was a little slippery, and my wife had put to much water in the cup, which caused the heavy cup to tip over, and water splashed across the coffee table, and all over the carpet. I jumped to my feet to get out of the way of dripping water, and called for my wife. In an instant Maureen came in from the kitchen, asking. “What happened?” Now somehow I had forgotten about, how mad she was at me, but when I saw her standing there, looking still pretty grumpy, asking what happened, it all came rushing back. For a couple seconds I wasn’t really sure what to say, I didn’t want to make her mad again, but it was clearly her fault for putting so much water in my cup. So I simply replied, “The water spilled.” I could clearly see, she was still upset about something, and again she put her arms in the air, and looked up, like she was expecting to catch a giant beach ball falling from the sky. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do, obviously she wasn’t being normal. I felt a little anxious about the whole situation, and pushed my thumb back into my mouth, hoping it would make me feel better. Her eyes seemed to have force, as she glared at my face, they pushed down my body, finally focusing for a moment on my pants. I almost looked down to see what she was looking at, but then she quietly murmured, “headspace? I’ll give you headspace” in a tone that was a little scary. My eyes widened, and I sucked hard against my thumb, having absolutely no idea what she was going to do. What happened next, I would have never guessed. She shut her eyes for a second, almost like she was going through some sort of a system reset, Then opened her eyes as her facial expression reconfigured to reflect a sweet, concerned appearance, and said in a sweet, and syrupy tone. “Oh sweetheart did my baby’s water spill?” I was completely stunned, all I could do in response was nod my head. “Oh mommy’s sooo sorry baby, I should have given my baby something easier to drink from” I had no idea how to react, at least she can see that it was clearly not my fault. She continued her pleasant yet slightly concerned look, as she came over, and wrapped one arm around my shoulders, still speaking in weird, and overly dramatic tone. “Oh it looks like you got some water on your pants too, don’t worry sweetheart, mommy will have you all cleaned up in no time.” My eyes followed her hand as she pointed to just below my waist. Again I was completely shocked to see my pants had a fairly large darkened spot covering my groin. I couldn’t see how water could’ve found it’s way to my pants, but it had to of. I reached down with my free hand to confirm the obvious, but she grabbed my hand, and pulled it towards her as she turned, firmly steering me towards the stairs, saying. “No..No sweetie, no touchies” I felt off balanced, unsure of what event to address first, and stumbled behind her, as I let her pull me up the stairs, and into my bedroom. Finally releasing my hand, I staggered to a stop in the middle of the room. “Stay here for mommy… and remember no touchies!” I watched awkwardly still holding my hand up, away from my body, as she scurried around my room, and within a few seconds she was laying a beach towel across the floor, with one of my diapers tucked under her arm, and a wet washcloth in her hand. I tried to ask her what she thought she was doing, but as the sound “wh..” pushed past my thumb, she had my pants pulled down below my knees, and interrupted. “Ok sweetie, down you go for mommy” I wanted to resist but, my balance was compromised by my pants, and before I could really react, she guided me to the floor, with my back laying across the towel. “Oh..that’s my good boy… we’ll have you all cleaned up in no time” the next thing I knew my legs were pulled out straight, and my pants were carefully guided over my feet. I tried to sit up, and pulled my thumb from my mouth, and pushed my elbows against the floor, to stop this madness, but she kneeled down, forcing my legs apart, and rested one hand on my chest and pulled my hand, directing my slimy, thumb back towards my mouth, causing me to flop back against the towel. “Be a good boy, and suck your thumb for mommy, and you’ll be as good as new in no time.” she continued repeating praises, in the most syrupy tone, as she released the tabs of my diaper, and folded it down away from me. I tried to object or interrupt her, but it was impossible. I could only muster a few sounds pushing past my thumb, when she would say another bubbly sentence that would overtake my concern. “Bu..”. “Yes you are, mommy’s baby…. you’re mommy’s special baby boy”… ”wyu”..”that’s right.. mommy’s widdle baby…” Suddenly I felt the wet cold wash cloth wipe across my belly and scrub into my pubic hair, as she continued to talk, I squirmed to retreat from her hand, but she held her free hand against my hip, and firmly wrapped the washcloth around my penis, and balls saying “no..no sweetie.. stay still for mommy… mommy has to clean all that smelly pee pees away.” I still tried roll, and squirm from her grasp, and for a split second I thought I could get away, as she released my hip, but my legs were quickly lifted, and pushed over my head. I gasped, and groaned as air was forced from my chest, and the cold wash cloth scrubbed deep into my exposed bottom. Still the whole entire time she continued praising, and crazy phases, calling herself mommy more than I could even count. She moved efficiently, obviously well practiced, and within a few seconds I heard a sudden, “fump” as she quickly waved the once folded, fresh diaper, then set it down below my lifted bum, I took a breath in relief as my legs were released, and my new diaper was wrapped over my groin, and firmly smoothed out, the tabs, placed in spot, finishing with a light pat again, against my buried penis. “Ok baby… all clean for mommy” I had completely given up on responding, or trying to get away, as she leaned back onto her feet, and put her hands out, obviously expecting to help me to my feet. I just complied by pulling my thumb from my mouth, and held out my hands, as she grabbed them, pulled my arms straight, and I was pivoted back to my feet. I just stood there, eyes wide open, face to face with my wife, still not completely even sure what just happened, or could even guess what was going to happen next. Again, I was completely stunned, as the cheerful expression left her face, and was replaced the look of contempt, and said flatly, “Ok.. is that enough head space?… can we eat dinner now?” I felt like I was finally supposed to respond as she paused, and her eyelids lifted, but all I could do was nod. She rolled her eyes, with a slight look of frustration, and turned leaving me standing there, and headed back downstairs.

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Thanks Chapter 5 The next few days I got into a pretty good pattern, well maybe not exactly good, but a pattern none the less. I would wake up, have breakfast, do my morning pee, then take care of my bathroom business, get dressed, wet the diaper twice, change, wet a couple times again, change for bed, and play my recordings, wet once in the middle of the night, and then do it all over again. I was feeling pretty confident in the diaper’s ability, and wouldn’t pull my pants down anymore to ensure it didn’t leak, I still had to stand up, even in the middle of the night to go. So I didn’t think wetting it, had gotten any easier, even though I was drinking lots of water. However, I also wasn’t coming up with any reason why one would want to wear these. Even after getting use to them. The diapers weren’t really uncomfortable, the outer plastic was soft, they didn’t really feel wet, I barely noticed the crinkle noises, but to think, I wouldn’t rather be wearing underwear, was just not happening. I was even getting use to my wife, and her teasing, occasional subtle diaper checks, and amused look. So over all in some ways things were getting normal. But I couldn’t help but feel like I needed to understand why Mike wanted to wear these in any way, so I could share in his experience, and as Thursday was coming up fast, I needed to come up with something soon. I decided I needed to change something, so Tuesday night as I was getting into bed with my wife, I asked Sandy for help. “Sandy can you find different recordings for my playlist that might be more effective?” And as always she instantly replied. “Good evening Jon, are you asking for me to change your selected playlist for hypnotism to become urinary incontinent?” I really didn’t want her to use those exact words in asking that question. Which my wife seemed to find very funny, and interrupted, as she giggled. “Hey Sandy are you helping my big boy Jon, make pee pees in his diaper?” And again without hesitation Sandy replied “Good evening Maureen, I believe his goal is to be urinary incontinent, I am unfamiliar with the term pee pees” I rolled my eyes, and gave my wife a glare. “Sandy ignore my wife. Can you just please change my playlist?” “Actually Jon judging by your sleep habits, mood, and hydration, your existing playlist seems effective, your sleep quality has increased, and you are averaging close to a hour more quality sleep per night.” My wife still sounding amused interjected again. “Sandy can you find me some hypnotic music to help my… (giggling) sleep habits?” “Maureen I was directed to ignore you at this time, I don’t intend to be rude, would you mind asking Henry for information requested?” “No problem Sandy… hey Henry can you find some hypnosis to fix my sleep problems?” Then Henry chimed in the conversation. “Yo Maureen, I think I can do that.. let me check it out” Now completely impatient with my wife’s silliness I interrupted. “Ok great, let’s get back to talking about my problems, Maureen can figure out her own shit. Sandy can you please change my playlist? “Yes Jon do you want to review selections? Again there is 489 recommendations?” “No Sandy just play something different” “Would you like me to make alterations on my perceived effectiveness?” I was still feeling impatient, and still had no logical reasoning for selecting recordings, nor did I think any of this was actually going to work, but I needed to find as many ways as possible to connect with Mike, and he said to try difficult ones, so I quickly replied. “Ya do that” Then Henry replied back to my wife, at least he waited until my business was done. “Hey Maureen I found thousands of free recordings to help resolve your sleep issues, I can hook something up that might help” “Ya that would be great Henry” So there we were both listening to some kind of hypnotic recordings as we kissed each other, and went to sleep. The next morning nothing seemed any different, the silly music still played in my head. I noticed it seemed to be fairly similar to what I had been listening to. I pulled out my earbuds, as I stumbled out of bed, and made my way to the kitchen, the cold clammy diaper pushed between my legs reminding me of waking up at some point in the middle of the night, and as normal forced myself to wet it. This morning however I eagerly forced myself again to use the diaper, before even sitting down for breakfast. I couldn’t help but welcome the fresh warmth spreading around my groin, while my wife watched with a large smile across her face. I couldn’t understand why she found this situation so amusing, but over the last few days I found it better to just ignore her, and ignore the whole situation, and change the subject. “Good morning hun… what’s going on today… how did Henry’s sleep recordings go?” She brought me a bowl of cereal, and a cup of coffee as she answered. “Ya I don’t know, I feel pretty much the same” “Well you seem chipper, and look pretty well rested” “Ya I guess so… but not much going on today… oh ya I forgot to tell you, about Kristy” Kristy is my wife’s best friend, she had a bad divorce around a year ago, and she with her (about) 2 year old son moved back in with her mother, which was a several hours away, we haven’t seen her since, but they seemed to keep in touch pretty well. “What about Kristy?” “Well in a few weeks she finally gets a little time off work, and is hoping to come back for a few days.” “Well that should be cool, what are you guys thinking of doing?” Now honestly I like Kristy, she’s a good person, and I felt bad about her shitty situation, her former husband Rob, was a jerk, and she definitely had her hands full with their 2 year old son. However saying all that, her husband was always a jerk, and her decision to bring a baby into a failing marriage, wasn’t good a one. It did seem like she was working hard, and hopefully would get her life straightened out. My wife seemed to hesitate slightly, before answering me. “Well… I don’t really know, we really don’t have any real plans yet… I guess we’ll probably just hang around here.” I was in the middle of taking a bite as she answered, and deliberately chewed slowly to process her response. “Well I’m sure you’ll come up with something… where is she staying?” Again my wife hesitated, and a slight look of concern creeped across her face. “Well, I guess I was kinda hoping… I thought it would be nice if…” Obviously she was hoping to stay here, and I had to interrupt. “You want her to stay here?” I blurted out harshly “in a few weeks? Stay here? With this going on?” As I jestered with my spoon towards the wet colorful diaper around my waist. “Well she doesn’t have a lot of money… and things have been you know… tough on her… and we have the spare bedroom… but if you don’t want her to… I mean I hate to make her stay at some hotel … and it is a few weeks away, you’ll probably have this figured out, and be out of diapers…” She seemed to plead her case pretty well, and I began to relax, she was right I should have this figured out by then. “Ok already… as long as I get this figured out… I guess she can stay” She instantly became excited, and pulled my head into her stomach giving me a hug. “Oh Jon thanks so much, I can’t wait.. we’re going to have such a great time… and don’t worry about the diaper thing, I’m sure you’ll have it all figured out, and it’s not a big deal… it’s not like she hasn’t seen a diaper before, and it’s going to be so nice to see Bobby” I coughed out a mouthful of cereal as she continued. “Wait… hold on a second… Bobby is coming too?” I earlier mentioned I wouldn’t mind being a father, and I don’t dislike kids, but kristy’s son Bobby, staying with us for days, seemed like a lot. “Of course Bobby is coming… I can’t wait he’s probably gotten so big, it’s going to be sooo much fun.” She finally let go of my head, and ran a handful of paper towels under the sink, as she continued talking, she started wiping my face, and shirt from the cereal, and milk. With my right hand occupied by my spoon, I tried to push her away, but because she had better leverage, she was able to hold my left hand out of the way. I could feel blood running to my face as frustration grew, I had to get this straightened out. “Hey.. you never mentioned Bobby is coming, and I said if I am done with the diaper thing.” “I just assumed you would know Bobby is coming… I mean what else would she do with him?…and don’t worry honey… I know she doesn’t care if you’re still in diapers” I pounded my fist on the kitchen table in anger. “What do you fucking mean, you know she doesn’t care? How the fuck would you know she doesn’t care?” I could see I had finally gotten her attention, and her face dropped to a look of concern. “Oh…uh I mean.. I might have” “You told her? What the fuck Maureen!! Why would you tell her? Do you think I want the whole world to know about this shit?… not to mention what will happen if this story gets back to Mrs. Crull… I mean what were you fucking thinking? I mean this is serious I don’t know what you told her, but I could even loose my license.” I put hands over my face feeling completely distraught. As Maureen pulled my head back against her stomach, and rubbed her fingers through my hair, I tried half hearted to push her away, but it felt very nice. “Jon I’m so sorry your right.. I guess I wasn’t thinking… I will call her right now… I will make sure she doesn’t say anything to anyone… I’m really sorry it was stupid” Her voice sounded sincere, and concerned, I wanted to stay mad but, I felt like I had gotten my point across. “I mean it Maureen… not a word about this to anyone!” I finally looked up at her with a harsh expression, but her face was so disappointed looking, and I could see she was sorry, I felt my face relax as she continued to apologize. “I will fix this Jon, I’m so sorry I should have never told her, it was sooo stupid, I know I totally messed up here, but everything will be ok, and I promise she won’t breath a word, and even if you’re still in diapers when they come next month, I’ll make sure she totally ignores it.” I didn’t feel great about the any of this, but I think she realized the magnitude of the situation, and it was impossible to stay mad at her. I finished my breakfast, and as she cleaned up the dishes, handed me another glass of water, she promptly said “Hey, Henry can you call Kristy for me?” Which was answered immediately with “Sure can Maureen!” I just rolled my eyes as they began their conversation, and made my way up to take care of my bathroom business. I paused in front of the mirror in my bathroom, I looked ridiculous, my plain gray t-shirt hung just over the diapers waistband, it mocked me with colorful animals stretched across it, I could clearly see the darkened plastic covering my groin, and pushed between my legs. I had to wonder what in the world could possibly be attractive about this. I felt a little pressure in my bladder, and looked across to the toilet, closed my eyes imagining standing in front of it. I quickly felt the pressure release, and warmth spread around my genitals, at least that was improving, all I had to do is imagine standing in front of a toilet. I had to think positively, this was going to work, and thought back to how well Mike, and I were connecting at the beginning of the last meeting. I was going to be able to connect with him again, and I would be able to convince him that although there’s nothing wrong with wearing diapers, underwear is a better choice for adults, and life would be better with the convenience of regular underwear. I know this will work. We were going to be in big boy pants in no time. This is going to work. The rest of the day went pretty normal, I didn’t have any patients today so most of the day I worked on my book, or went over the plan for our next appointment in my head. My wife seemed make sure I had everything I needed, which I figured she was just trying to make up for her huge mistake, and besides for a little teasing, few diaper pats or squeezes she seemed to be returning back to normal. The process of making pee pees has gotten a bit easier, over the course of the day. I don’t think it had anything to do with any hypno-shit. I think discovering my new method of standing up, closing my eyes, picture a toilet, and relax, seems to be working pretty well. I also have been really trying to let my pee pees out when ever I feel the smallest of pressure, which has caused me to go more frequently, and keep things more comfortably warm. Now I just have to be able to do it sitting down. Thursday morning seemed to come quicker than ever, most things seemed fine when I woke up, as normal there was a cold lumpy diaper between my legs, and my ear buds were still playing soft and relaxing music, but I found myself curled up against my wife, with my head snuggled into her arm pit, while her arm wrapped around me, which felt really nice, but I really couldn’t ever remember doing that before, I also noticed my penis was strained against the inside of the diaper, which I attribute to the recent lack of sex, I guess being constantly wrapped in a diaper doesn’t really put one in the mood much, so sex hasn’t really come up in the last couple weeks. I contemplated getting a little more frisky, but the stupid recording caught my attention. Like the other recordings I had been listening to, I could hear a female’s voice faintly behind the music, and noises, but this voice seemed to sound familiar, I tried to concentrate on her voice, who’s voice was it? I just couldn’t place it. Then I noticed her chant like phrases, close to repeating but slightly different, I couldn’t quite make out all the words. I definitely could hear the word diaper several times, but then I noticed behind her voice was more voices, or no… not more voices, but her voice in different chant like phrases, everything seemed to be in rhythm. Who’s voice was it? I know I’ve heard that voice before, I just couldn’t place it. What was she saying, I could hear the word ‘baby’ a lot, then ‘mommy’ seemed be said frequently. Why would Sandy have me listening to something about “Mommy”? How could this ever help me make pee pees in my diaper? Wait what was I thinking? It’s not my diaper… it’s just a diaper… well technically I did buy my diapers… I don’t know… what difference does it make… who’s voice was it? …. “Mommy loves…” then the words got mixed up… I had to talk to Sandy later, she had to change this, this wasn’t ever going to work. But then I felt some pressure growing in my bladder, I had to try to make pee pees laying down…why do I keep calling it “Make pee pees” thats not what it’s called, well whatever it’s called. I rolled onto my back away from my wife, and closed my eyes, and thought about standing in front of a toilet, Wall La it’s working I’m doing it… making pee pees… my diaper warmed, and I could feel it spreading between my legs, and down around my bum, the fresh, squishy, warmth was a welcomed feeling over the cold lumpy cold diaper I woke up with. Oh that’s what I can share with Mike, ya I can say a nice warm squishy diaper is so much better than a cold yucky one. Wait a second…. a dry pair of underwear is better than either one. My thoughts were interrupted as my wife nudged me, and said something I couldn’t hear. I pulled my earbuds out of my ears, and responded “What?” She lifted her head, and in a sweet, loving voice asked “good morning sweetie… are you ready for some breakfast?” I only nodded in response as she rubbed her hand over my chest. Her pretty face smiled at me, which I was happy to return, then her hand lightly fluttered against my belly, causing me to squirm with a short giggle, before her hand continued down and cupped against the front of my diaper saying, again in warm loving tone “hmm… feels like someone is pretty soggy this morning, we better get through breakfast pretty quick, we don’t want any leaks” I had think for a second, I felt like I had a lot of thoughts to contend with. I watched as her beautiful body slid outa bed, her night gown complemented her curves perfectly, as she moved towards the door, and before leaving the room again with a loving smile turned back saying “we have to moving baby, big day today” I really wanted her to come back, I wanted to stay in bed, and curl against her for a little longer. She paused apparently waiting for a response, as all my thoughts swirled in my head, all that I could think to say was “I made pee pees in my diaper… laying down!” Her smile twisted slightly to more questioning expression, and tilted her head a touch replying “ok… good job, honey” I instantly realized that hadn’t come out right, I thought I should try to explain, but where to begin. I rolled out of bed and waddled downstairs, feeling my diaper drooping between my thighs more than ever. My wife watched with a pleasant smile, as I made my way to the kitchen table, as I tried to construct a sentence in my head that would explain my thoughts, but nothing seemed to add up right, and decided to just change the subject. “Good morning hun, today’s the day! I got a great plan, we’re going to be out of diapers in no time” I honestly didn’t have a ‘great’ plan, and even though I spoke with confidence, I really wasn’t completely sure what my plan was right now, but I had all day to figure it out. She replied with a pretty chipper tone. “That’s great sweetie, I’m sure you’ll do great! Here’s your breakfast, let’s try not to make any messes this morning” And set a bowl of cereal in front of me. Her response bothered me, was she patronizing me? “Hey… I don’t make messes… and I do have a great plan, I don’t need your condescending attitude. “Oh… I’m sorry baby… I didn’t mean to sound that way, I know you’re going to have this all figured out” She bent down in front of me resting her hand on my cheek as she spoke. Her hand felt soft against my face, and I could see the sincerity in her bright eyes,… maybe I was being a little defensive. “Ya… I got this figured out… and I… uh… didn’t mean.. to uh.. I don’t know… be mean” A bright smile stretched across her face as her hand gently stretched across my head, and ruffled through my hair. I got caught up by her warmth returning her smile, somehow I instantly felt so much better. She pushed her lips against my cheek as she stood up saying. “That’s my good boy… ok let’s eat our breakfast, and no messes” I again was caught for words, what was that? Why was she acting so weird? I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t figure out what to say. I had to say something? Maybe just ignore it? As I just sat there dumbfounded, she brought me a glass of water, and a cup of coffee. I decided it wasn’t worth worrying about, and just ate my breakfast quietly, everything seemed fine now. I had better stuff to worry about anyway, so I redirected my attention to the fast approaching appointment with Mike. So here’s the plan… First talk about my new diapers… see if he likes them… they’re super colorful… and the astronauts look like they’re having so much fun… they work really good… Then talk about what’s nice about them… how I could make pee pees easier..wait no, it’s not called making pee pees.. it’s called… uh.. make tinkles… no that’s not right…um.. wet my diapers… ya that’s better… I will tell him how good I wet my diapers… oh feel some pressure now… ok think about toilets… relax… nice warmth spreading… I’m sooo good at mak.. I mean… wetting my diapers. Ok where was I… what’s good about diapers? Ya warm, and squishy diapers feel good… I pushed my bum against the hard wooden seat, and smiled as the sensation of warm padding mushed around me. Ya warm squishy diapers feel good… I’ll tell him that.. and we’ll share in that experience… then um… ok what else is good? I was locked in thought, when I glanced up at my wife, what she staring at? Why is she smiling like that at me? She is definitely crazy… what’s wrong with her? Maybe it’s just the time of the month… or something? Whatever just ignore her.

Chapter 4 I moaped from my office holding the gifted stack of diapers in front of me like a serving platter, to see my wife curled up on the couch. She instantly saw me, and could see in my face that things did not go well, and asked. “Well…what happened?…what’s that?” As she pointed at the diapers in my hands. I perked up a bit and replied. “Diapers…he gave me diapers” “Diapers?…Why’d he give you diapers” “He said they’re better than the ones I got, and I need confidence in diapers, or something” Then I briefly tried to explain my stupidity, without making me sound too stupid, my wife came over, and gave me a hug saying “Don’t worry I’m sure it will work out, and you did make some progress, everyone makes a mistake… so… what are you going to do now?” “I guess I’m going to put on one of these on.” And held the stack up a bit higher. I could hear my wife following me as I walked up the stairs, and pulled down my pants, and removed the unused flimsy diaper, and flopped on my bed. One thing that I could say, I’ve gotten pretty good at putting on a diaper, in the last couple days, and within a few seconds, I had the diaper open, and scooted underneath me. I could tell there was a significant difference in quality of the new diaper. The insides were soft and quilted, there were expandable cuffs around my legs, and waist, and they were significantly thicker. I folded the diaper over my groin spreading my legs as far apart as possible. The front came up over my belly button. I had to overlap the tabs slightly to get it feeling snug, and finally stood up, feeling my legs bow apart. This was definitely going to affect my walk, as I tried to stretch, and work the diaper into place. I stood in front of the mirror, and looked at myself. The diaper looked huge, making me look smaller in comparison. My wife watched the whole time with a grin on her face, and finally came over, saying “Yep that’s definitely a diaper!” And gave me a pat on the bum. I looked at her, and rolled my eyes. “I don’t see what is funny about this, and certainly don’t need to be teased.” She fought away her smile for a second, and pulled me into a embrace “Oh Jon relax… it’s not a big deal…just try to have a little fun with it.” “Fun with it? I can’t see how this can be fun. I just don’t understand why anyone would want to wear these” I replied harshly. I went back to put my pants on, as I continued to talk with my wife. “Mike said he’s going, what they call 24/7, that’s” my wife interrupted. “Ya that’s when they wear diapers all the time, it seems like a lot of them try that.” I stood there struggling to get my pants over the giant diaper as she watched. “Well ya so he also said, that he hasn’t had a real accident yet, so I’m thinking it would be much easier to talk him out of diapers if he doesn’t actually NEED diapers” my wife stood there, thinking for a second. “Ya it’s going to be pretty tough to potty train him, especially if you only see him once a week, but I was reading some of the conversations about it, and they say it’s pretty tough to lose your potty training, a lot of them say it could take a year” “Well, he’s been at it for 2 months, and though he said, he’s been temped to wear regular underwear, he hasn’t yet. But this isn’t his first attempt at the 24/7 thing so” I got frustrated with trying to pull my pants up over the very thick diaper, and kicked them across the room, saying. “This sucks…now I’m going to need new pants” my wife still being amused by the situation replied. “Looks like someone is getting a little fussy… do we need a nap?” Again I rolled my eyes but clearly more frustrated with her. “OK THATS ENOUGH MAUREEN!!” She continued to smile as she dug through my drawer, and pulled out a pair of Christmas themed pajama bottoms, and tossed them to me. “Oh calm down Jon… I’m just joking..You can wear these for now,…. I was going to go pick up some take out for dinner, so I will stop, and get you some new pants on the way,… any dinner requests?” I pulled the fleece pajamas over the diaper, and frowned at my ridiculous appearance. Stating again “I really need to get this figured out soon, I don’t think I can do this very long” My wife still amused again pulling me in for a hug, which honestly felt nice, replied “Jon just try to relax… it’s not that big a deal, you’ll get it figured out, you always do… what’s the big deal? You have to wear a couple diapers for a bit…. So what would you like for dinner?” Then kissed my forehead. She was pretty effective in calming me down, and she’s right, I will get this figured out, and this will be all behind us. So I redirected my thoughts on dinner. “Can you pick me up Stanley’s… I just want a original Italian sub, but have them put the lettuce, and tomato on the side, and don’t have them toast it, can you toast it when you get home?.. I don’t want a soggy sandwich” she smiled at me still with her arms wrapped around me. “Ok I got it… one sandwich that is not SOGGY, you had enough soggy things around you?” She pushed her hands down my back and gave my butt a couple dull hollow sounding pats as she finished her sentence. I pushed her away, and growled back “REAL MATURE MAUREEN…I’VE HEARD ENOUGH… JUST GO GET THE FOOD AND DON’T FORGET MY PANTS” She let out a little chuckle, and rolled her eyes with a big smile across her face “Oh Jon calm down… I’ll be back in a bit” I stood there a couple seconds, as she left, still feeling upset about the whole situation but took a few breaths, and flopped back on my bed. I don’t know why she has to tease me. This isn’t funny, churned in my head but a couple minutes later, I couldn’t help but feel a little bad for being so mad, then I felt worse. I shouldn’t have yelled at my wife, she’s right I’ll get this figured out, and everything will be fine. What’s the big deal so I have to wear a couple diapers, I repeated her words in my head. The guilt continued to wear at me so I finally said “Hey Sandy” instantly I heard a response “yes Jon how may I be of an assistants” “Can you text my wife, and say I am sorry for being such a jerk” I layed there a second, and heard her reply “done I’ve texted your wife, Maureen saying. I am sorry for being such a jerk… any thing else Jon?” I thought for a second about our meeting today, and replied, “Yes, Sandy can you look up hypnosis recordings that would help someone to pee they’re pants more easily” that sentence sounded bizarre even coming out of my mouth, but I couldn’t think of any other way to describe it. Sandy quick to reply. “Jon if I am to understand you correctly, you would like me to find hypnotic recordings to cause urinary incontinence?” I did not like her response, but I really didn’t have any other way to word it, and it’s not like some free hypnosis recording was going to do shit…but I had to figure out how I could re-connect with Mike, and if a couple dumb recordings help in some way then that’s what I’m doing. So I just replied “Yes” then within a few seconds, Sandy said “I found 489 results relating to hypnosis desire to become urinary incontinent, would you like to review the list?” I thought how is there so many, and how would I be able to review something like that? “Sandy can you just prepare me a playlist?” “Done Jon… let me know when you would like to begin recording” With that completed, I figured I had a little time to rest. So I just layed there, and thought about my situation, and derived some kind of plan in my head. At this point this is what I know, Mike likes to wear diapers, he wants to wear them all the time. His mother is paying me a substantial amount of money to cure? these desires or at the very least reduce? his desire. I need to show significant progress in what is now about 9 weeks…. Or else… However the sooner the better, I certainly don’t want him to need diapers. So my plan is to wear these diapers, and hopefully understand why anyone would want to, so I can share his experience… then I can convince him that we should quit wearing them. I think that makes sense… I know we were connecting before I screwed up… I just got to get back on track… this will work.. Time flew right by as I weighed all the thoughts in my head, and soon I heard the front door as my wife shouted up. “Jon dinners here!!” I yelled back “ok I’ll be down in a minute.” I just laid there a bit more, feeling the giant padding wrapped around my mid section. This was going to be tough to get use to, I slowly rose to feet, hearing the diaper crinkle with every movement, the bulk between my legs forcing my knees farther apart more than normal. I slowly went down to the kitchen. Maureen was pulling my sandwich out of the air fryer as I sat down in my normal spot. “Hey hun, can you grab me a glass of water… Mike said I should drink lots of water.” My wife nodded in response, and asked “So did you talk anymore about if he’s more of a AB or a DL?” “No we didn’t get that far” “Well it looks like both AB and DLs try the 24/7 thing so” “I really don’t see what difference that makes anyway… first I have to figure out why in the world anyone would want to wear these, and try to connect with him on that… he said, he try’s hypnosis… I guess to pee easier” She slid my sandwich, and a glass of water in front of me as she replied. “Hypnosis?… that seems a bit extreme, are you going to do that?” “Ya… well can you believe there’s like 500 free recordings online that are supposed to help you pee yourself? But I can’t imagine any of that working, honestly I think most of that is complete bullshit, but if listening to some dumb recordings help connect with Mike, that’s what I’m doing.” “Well be carful… and try to be a little more patient, you have like 9 more weeks to get things worked out… you know thinking of extreme I found the… uh…package Mike left on our front porch… you’re not thinking of doing… um… that are you? It took a couple seconds for me to realize what she was talking about then I remembered. “Oh that… I certainly hope it doesn’t come to that! There’s absolutely no way I could do that” She rolled her eyes and smiled as she replied. “Ya that… could get a little stinky around here” The thought of doing that in my pants made me cringe. I had to change the subject. “Well I’m sorry I got mad at you earlier, but I hope you realize how important this is… if I can’t get this straightened out, we’re fucked, so I’m sorry if I don’t find this funny.” She seemed to try to force the smile off her face, and replied. “I know how important it is, and it’s not easy for you, and I’m here to help in anyway, but Jon you’re going to have to find a way to relax a bit.” “Ok good… thinking of helping do you think you can order more of these diapers (I pointed down at my waist) he said you can get them at a medical supply store online, but maybe a little smaller ones,… oh ya, and see if you can get them overnighted” She nodded her head as she started cleaning up the dinner dishes. I finished my sandwich, and gulped down the rest of my water. “Oh, and can you grab me another glass of water?” She picked up my empty glass as I slowly stood up again having to get readjusted to the bulk between my legs. I slowly turned towards her as I felt the familiar pressure of having a full bladder. I looked up at her as she held the now full glass in front of me, as I said “I guess we’ll see how these things work.” Which she gave me a questioning look. “I have to pee” Having peed in a diaper for the last few days I prepared myself for the situation, and pulled my pants down to my knees, and stood with my legs a little further apart, and looked down at the giant diaper. I could almost feel my wife smiling as she stood there staring at me. “Are you going?” “No not yet… I’m trying” Finally I felt a stream begin, I cautiously relaxed, feeling the warmth spread around my groin. “Ok I’m going” “Oh I can’t even tell… oh I think I can hear it…. Oh your diaper is getting a little darker” I prepared myself to clinch the flow if necessary, but this new diaper was significantly better. The liquid seemed to be absorbing faster than I could even go, it felt warm but really not even wet. As I finished peeing it was tough to tell how much I even went, the plastic looked a little darker but really it felt pretty much the same. I ran my hands around the inside of my legs , checking for leaks but not a drop. I looked at my wife who stared back at me thoroughly amused, and eagerly asked. “Well?” “No leaks I guess they worked fine” She didn’t seem to believe me or something, and reached down and pinched the front a bit. “Ya a little squishy, but that held up pretty good.” She handed me my glass of water as I stood there uncertain of what to do, with my pants still down around my knees. “Ok well I will find you new diapers… but you probably shouldn’t change yet, it will probably be fine until bed time” The whole situation just seemed weird, and I know my wife was just trying to help but I don’t know, it was just weird. I decided to just go work in my office a bit. The next few hours went by pretty quickly, and I was even able to distract myself fairly well working on my book. Halfway through my fourth glass of water I had to pee again, and again I struggled to do so, but again the diaper sucked everything up without a problem. Around 9 o’clock Sandy notified me it was getting close to the time I should go to bed. I finished a few more thoughts on what I was writing, the remainder of my water, and started towards my bedroom. Feeling the now pretty wet diaper between my legs was weird, it still didn’t really feel wet but more like heavy, the padding seemed to mush between my legs, as it sagged slightly. My thighs rubbed against the smooth warm plastic it felt… unnatural or… strange. I guess it was just something I would have to get use to. I only felt a little relieved, as I changed the diaper, the inevitable seemed to bother me. I slipped into bed, kissed my wife, good night, pushed my earbuds in my ears, and said “Sandy can you start my playlist” Sandy replied instantly “Yes Jon good night” as music with trickling water noises started playing in my head, I could vaguely hear a voice in the background, I rolled my eyes, but overall I was glad it was all peaceful enough to go to sleep. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night with a strong urge to use the toilet, automatically I stood up, and walked towards the bathroom before I even realized I was wearing a diaper. I stopped briefly trying to decide what to do, then decided to stand in front of the toilet, which made things easier, I checked for leaks, and resisted the temptation of changing, before crawling back into bed. My earbuds were still playing soft music but somewhat different, but eventually went back to sleep. The next morning I woke up feeling pretty normal, there was still music playing, and I could definitely feel a cold, clammy mass in between my legs. So I pulled the earbuds from my head, and reached down to pull away the tabs on the diaper, my wife seemingly predicted my thoughts, reached over, and squeezed the front of the diaper, and said. “You should probably wait until after your morning pee before changing that, you only have one left, and there’s no point in putting on a fresh diaper to wet it right away” I knew she was right, and grimaced as I rolled out of bed. She could see my frustration, and quickly added. “I got you some new pants yesterday, why don’t you see how they fit?” I know she was trying to cheer me up with her gesture, but couldn’t help but think, the only reason for new pants was this giant diaper. I pulled the new pants out of the bag gave them a quick shake, and sat back down on the bed to pull them up over my legs, as she watched, and said “I got them in a larger waste size, and they’re supposed to be relaxed fit… and they even have a elastic waistband, so they should fit” I shook my head and replied “Ya hope so… wait they don’t have a zipper” “Sure they do.. it’s right there” saying as she pointed at the front of my pants. “No they don’t… they just have a flap sewn on the front where the fly should be!” And held the front of the pants out away from my legs still around my knees. “Well what do you need a zipper for anyway? They have an elastic waistband.” Saying while she helped me to my feet then bent down a bit to pull the pants over the diaper. I couldn’t think of a good answer for why I needed a zipper, and was caught a bit off balance with her… I guess you’d say help, causing the feeling of blood running to my face, as I replied impatiently “cause men’s pants have a fly!” She just smiled as she stood back up, and studied my pants “Oh Jon don’t be silly… they fit great, and you can’t even tell your wearing a diaper. Let’s go down for breakfast. ” Then turned, and walked out of my bedroom. I stood there dumbfounded for a second. I obviously really didn’t have anything to be mad about, but I just didn’t like the whole situation. I looked down at my pants, they did seem to hide everything pretty well, and they did fit pretty good. So I guess there’s no reason to fight over pants. I sat down at the kitchen table as Maureen poured milk over my cereal, I wanted to figure out a way to explain to her she didn’t need to be, so… I am not sure what you would call it… overbearing?…. Intrusive? But she looked to be in a pretty decent mood, and hopefully she was going to… I don’t know…go back normal? She seemed to be acting normal now, so probably better to just to leave it alone. As I finished my coffee I began to feel the normal pressure of having to pee, and stood up to go through the whole struggle to complete the process. The diaper seemed to function well, and honestly I was a little glad to replace the cold clammy feeling with fresh warm liquid, and with breakfast completed, and the diaper thoroughly used, I had Maureen refill my water, and was pretty happy to go back upstairs, and get my bathroom business done, and take a shower. Feeling much cleaner, and ready to start the day, I wrapped myself in the last gifted diaper, got dressed, and headed towards my office. Everything seemed to be going fine. The new diapers were working much better, which I was trying to find “Confidence” in. The new pants covered things nicely, and for the most part things seemed to be getting back to normal. Shortly after using the diaper for the second time, I noticed the big brown box van back into the driveway. I couldn’t help but smile a bit as I thought, just in time… today’s working out perfectly. I know that this plan was going to work, and I would be reconnecting with Mike, and before you know it we would be in regular underwear again. Soon enough I was heading into the living room as Maureen was carrying in the large cardboard box. “Wow… Maureen that’s a big box” She still seemed pleasant, but I could tell she was a bit nervous about something. “So Jon… well ya um… I was able to get your diapers, uh much cheaper by ordering a whole case…but that’s only 60 diapers…” I don’t know why but her sentence seemed to bother me more than it should’ve, it had to be, a case of diapers seemed excessive, and replied “I don’t think I need 60 diapers” “Well I added it up, and they say these diapers are good for 8 hours, so at 3 a day… 60 diapers is only like 20 days…you probably should have this whole thing figured out before then, but…I mean you do have like 9 weeks so.” I really hadn’t thought about it that much, and the idea of sitting in a wet diaper for almost 8 hours seemed unbearable. “8 hours in a wet diaper? I don’t know if I could do that… Well maybe more is better in this case.” I smiled as I agreed with her decision, and I expected her to look a little relieved, but she didn’t. She seemed to be guarding the box away from me, and delaying opening it. Looking even more nervous. “Ya so… I know you told me to get the same ones you’re wearing…. And well there’s a lot to choose from… and I wasn’t sure um which ones… but I think these are really good diapers… they had great reviews…and they had a sizing chart… and ” I had to interrupt or we might never open the box. “Maureen what’s the big deal, I mean I’m sure it’s fine, they have to be better than the drugstore ones” She started to slower open the box as she continued to stammer out thoughts. “Ya! it’s not a big deal…and Well so I thought maybe Mike would… maybe like these… or you know have a opinion…then well, you’d know he’s more AB or DL…uh… and they are..well fun?” I couldn’t seem to think of any reason she was so nervous about this, I mean what’s the difference, but now I was getting a little nervous. “Ok already just open the box.” She pulled open the lid as slowly as possible, as she said. “Well they’re…I guess colorful” I couldn’t believe it… I would have never thought… I pulled a package out. The diapers were covered with cartoon animals… dressed like astronauts. “What the fuck?…Maureen? Why would you think?… What in the world?” I stood there stunned holding the tightly wrapped package, I just never thought. She continued to plea her case again. “I just thought, maybe you could show them to Mike, and you would know if he liked them, then you’d know if he’s more ab or…” I tried to calm down. I leaned back towards the box to push the package back in. But she stopped me holding my arm lightly. “Jon… I know it’s a little weird but what’s the big deal? I mean you’ll barely see them…and if it helps you to connect with Mike,.. but if you want I’ll send them back.” She was right, it wasn’t a big deal, so what they’re a little childish, this whole thing is childish, and I could feel the heavy mass between my legs, I really didn’t want to put on another one of those cheap diapers. “Ok whatever, just don’t make anymore decisions like this without asking me!” She seemed to cheer up pretty quick, and looked relieved. “Your right Jon, I should have asked you first, I’m sorry, it just seemed a little fun, and I think you should have a little fun with it” I was glad she said I was right, and apologized, but I feel like I had to drive my point across a bit more. This was serious. “Fun… Maureen this isn’t anything to do with fun… you want to live in a box down by the river? Do you think that will be fun? Cause if I can’t fix that bitch’s son that’s where we’ll be… we’ll never get another job again” I think she took me pretty serious, and finally took on a look of real concern. “You’re right, this is serious, I didn’t mean to suggest it wasn’t” I took the package back, and went upstairs to change, I felt pretty good about getting her straightened out. Soon enough I was standing in front of the mirror again looking at the ridiculous diaper around my waist, as my wife walked in with the rest of the diapers. Her smile returned to her face seeing me stand there looking like a overgrown toddler. “Oh they’re so cute” “I look like a two year old” She wrapped her arms around my bum pulling me into a hug and kissed me on my cheek saying “I love you hun, and I think you look cute, so don’t worry about it, it’s not like anyone else will see them” Her hug felt nice, and I wasn’t going to admit it but she was right, the diapers fit much better, and the quality felt just as good. “Ok whatever” I replied as I pulled up my pants, and rolled my eyes.

Thanks I do hope you like the story i don’t want to sound like a dink, but writing, reading, spelling, or grammar isn’t really my thing, honestly I am really trying, and hopefully it is legible. Which is a touch embarrassing. As far as believing goes, I don’t think I will be “tagging” this story with believable. Best E

A Good Psychologist Hello all… it’s been a bit since my last story…but I decided to write another one, I was going for something short but it seemed to run a little longer than expected… I have been working on it for a while, and though it’s not exactly any kind of a new idea, it’s what I like so. I tried to write it in first person and found that to be harder than expected, I really found the past or present tense to get a little confused, but I’m pretty sure there won’t be any publishers fighting over this. I don’t mean to insult anyone’s profession, nor did I do any research or really know anything about psychologists. So to be clear this is a fictional story, that twists the discrimination of “forced” for my own mental health.(I don’t think it’s extremely healthy to fantasize about being forced into regression, but sometimes you like what you like, and try to accept that) Also I do not mean to offend anyone by categorizing groups or particular desires, again just a fake story. I hope that some of you enjoy it, and I do enjoy your comments, unless they’re mean. I don’t mind constructive criticism, but there’s nothing helpful about mean. And!! I think it’s kinda a happy ending. Chapter 1 Hello my name is Jon, actually it’s Jonathan but most everyone just calls me Jon. How to start such a strange story I guess at the beginning… I graduated top of my class with a doctorate in psychology in my early 20s and soon after got married to my best friend and beautiful wife, Maureen. After working for a private practice for a couple years I decided to start my own practice. The first couple years were not easy, and I had to work hard to accumulate patients, and keep money flowing, being on my own was not easy. However I was driven, and very interested in helping people. I soon started writing a book, and through research, and my passion. I found an editor, and got the book published. It turned out to be a huge success in the psychological world. Now in my mid 30s my clients became the “cream of the crop” as they say, and I became highly regarded, and sot after. My patients soon became all upper class people, and with that their highest priority was privacy and quality care, which I was able to provide with my small practice and excellence in the field and attention to detail. I would use many tactics to help my clients and finding the right approach for each client was not easy. I found the most effective approach was to reach my patients was true empathy, and whether my patient was a board house wife to a rich husband or a drug addicted rock star, my main goal was to be able to connect with them at their level and work together to find ways to make our lives better. Even though most of my patients were very first world problems that normal people might find insignificant they were very real problems to my clients. My wife educated with a financial degree soon became my partner in business as well, with book sales and high end patients, we quickly realized I did not need to handle it alone, and we would be the perfect team. Her position initially dealt with scheduling, billing, and supplies, but she slowly developed into helping comfort the patients, and setting up situations for my patients and I to overcome. That may sound deceptive and sometimes it was, but I assure you it was always in my patients best interests and I feel like by the end of the therapy I truly I had a new friend. I always felt like Maureen, and I had a perfect relationship, we shared interests, helped each other, and communicated well. Our sex life wasn’t overly complicated but I always felt like we connected and shared satisfaction. Even though we discussed it, so far we haven’t had any kids. I wasn’t against the idea of being a father and really wasn’t precautious but it just never happened. I always just assumed if it was supposed to happen it would, and I felt like Maureen felt the same. So our lives together seemed as perfect as it could be. We ran a successful business from our house, financially comfortable, we had friends, vacationed regularly, and generally enjoyed our lives, all before our 40s. With all that being said, my passion was my work, I wanted to find more answers, I wanted to be able to share and help those that needed it. So I started my second book. The first book as I earlier mentioned was edited and published by a company and this company was also eager for me to get a another book in the the works, “strike while the irons hot” as they say. But with the new technology of AI, and looking at the publishing fees, profits, and retail costs, I decided that I could not only make more money, but sell the book cheaper online if I did it myself. So last Christmas Maureen and I went to our local Apple Store, and went crazy we not only got new laptops equipped with the latest AI software but also got new phones, watches, and earbuds. This was a huge upgrade, and because we were getting on the same network we were able to have all the devices connected to each other wirelessly and to back it up further there was the cloud. We really got into the whole system, I named my phone Sandy and had her have an English accent, mostly because I thought it was cute. Maureen’s phone was Henry and she had him sound a little thuggish which was also funny. Soon we found ourselves having another couple around the house to talk with regularly, most mornings I would wake up and I simply had to say “Sandy, how did I sleep? What’s the weather going to look like today? What is my earliest appointment” she was always quick to respond and soon it was like having new family members, that were always there listening and quick to respond with accurate information. Now here I am most days either seeing patients or quietly working in my office, earbuds in, thumping across my keyboard of my laptop writing my new book, complete with quick access to Sandy for spelling and punctuation corrections and easy access to the World Wide Web for any earlier studies published. Also being able to compare my clients and experience. It was an extremely productive way to write a book. Another thing that Sandy was able to help with was my health, I am not completely sure how it works but through my watch she established my systems normals, she put out on a daily basis my sleep efficiency, stress levels, mood, heart rate, and system functions. She would also encouraged diet and exercise routines, it was quite remarkable. However I didn’t take her advice usually, but over a few weeks her small suggestions seemed to help. One of her biggest concerns regarding my health was my sleep quality and time, which she would regularly encourage me to go to bed earlier and remind me of high sugar or caffeinated foods and beverages that would interfere. It was kinda like having a mother at times. I found it kinda fun to reply with a snide remark and in some cases straight up rude. She would say something like “Jon it is now 9 o’clock, I suggest you should consider preparing for bed and please refrain from sugar or coffee” And I would reply “ Fuck off sandy” or “who do you think you are.. my mother” or “Sandy I will do exactly what I want so screw you” And she would simply reply “Jon I am simply suggesting things to help you feel better” But over a few weeks I found myself going to bed a little earlier, so I guess the system worked. However I have never been a great sleeper so my sleep report didn’t get significantly better. My wife Maureen on the other hand had her own health report and Henry would similarly report his findings and suggestions to her, but it seems his findings were significantly different than mine, she apparently slept too much, and his suggestion were that she needed to bring her heart rate up more often and her metabolism would follow. Now I don’t think my wife is fat or anything but she’s definitely full figured, and not that size ever mattered in our relationship but she’s a good bit bigger overall than I am, not that I am particularly small either. I am pretty average, close to 5’7” and something like almost 150 lbs. and she’s like just over 6’ and I’d guess 200ish pounds, not that I ever asked or would I. So her conversations with Henry in the evenings while she snuggled into the couch dozing off, would go something like this. “Maureen it is only 7 pm maybe have a cup of coffee it’s too early for bed” And her response was something like this “Henry I will go to sleep whenever I want to so stick it” But just like me over a few weeks she stayed up a little later. And just like me it wasn’t completely effective because she tended to sleep in a little longer. Now one time Henry tried to wake her up a little early but apparently if you make it completely clear that you don’t want to hear a suggestion the AI system will not suggest. So that was that. So here’s where things get a little bit weird. My wife received the call from the well to do family near by. I couldn’t help but over hear her side of the conversation, by this point my wife became very smooth and comfortable with almost any conversation with any of my patients. So it caught me off guard when I heard her stutter her words uncomfortably in response. The conversation went somewhat like this “Hello this is A path psychology how may I help?” In Maureen’s sweet and comforting tone. “Yes this is Jon’s office” “Well unfortunately his schedule is fairly full this week but..” “Well, Yes Mrs Crull I have heard of your family” “Uh… so is this an emergency?” Then I overheard a very strong voice from the phone repeat the question. My wife held the phone a little further from her ear and calmly responded “Can you please describe the nature of your emergency?” And again I heard the strong female voice say “My fucking pansy son won’t quit wearing diapers” Now with this, my wife seemed to be a bit stuck for words but eventually repeated “Diapers?” Which now I was standing next to her as I heard Mrs Crull reply “Yes Fucking DIAPERS” My wife looked confused as ever and continued to respond calmly “Diapers…well I don’t understand what the emergency is” Which was quickly answered by Mrs Crull even more harshly replied “He’s fucking 25 years old” At this point I gestured to take the call by putting my hand out, which my Maureen just raised her eyebrows with a smile and handed me the phone. I quickly replied “Yes Hello Mrs Crull this is Jon how may I help?” Mrs Crull seemed to calm down a tad upon hearing my voice and gave me a quick harsh reply “Yes Jon, my son needs to be seen today, I will make it worth your while, and you need to make this happen” I really didn’t need to spend any more time speaking with this delightful woman so, understanding the influence of the particular family and a reasonable amount of curiosity with a slight mix of greed, I simply replied “3 o’clock “ Which was quickly returned with the sound of a phone disconnecting. I looked at my wife and raised a eyebrow back at her with a quick smile “This should be interesting “ That afternoon in between a few other patients, I had Sandy google adults that wear diapers, even though I have heard of this type of behavior, I wasn’t very familiar with the condition, I just hoped I would find a slightly better understanding. Unfortunately the sites that I found seemed mostly like porn sights, and found really no dependable sources for in-depth information. So with that I decided I would simply wing it, and derive a plan after the first meeting. My wife and I eagerly awaited by the window for our new customer, and at 10 til 3 a Mercedes-Benz Maybach pulled into the driveway, and a bottled blonde woman erupted effortlessly from the driver’s side back seat barely before the car came to a complete stop. She quickly rounded the car in I’m guessing 4” high heels and opened the passenger side rear door and without hesitation or even a struggle pulled a large young man from his seat. I overheard my wife as she directed the man up the sidewalk quietly say “well you don’t see that every day” The man held a blank expression as I correctly assumed his mother directed him from behind by his shoulder. The situation seemed to stick with me for a moment there was a couple of things that caught my attention First he didn’t necessarily look upset, either he was used to being pushed around or he wanted it. Second even though Mrs Crull looked to be in decent shape she could not have actually forced her son to move from the car let alone up the sidewalk. He was a fairly large man. Third he was clearly wearing a diaper. The childish T-shirt he wore was riding up his stomach clearly showing his white waistband of a disposable diaper as his mother pushed at his shoulder and the sweat pants though baggy were clearly sagging off his waist, and puffed out around his hips. Which he made no attempts to hide. I made my way towards the front door as I expected to hear a knock, surprised by the door being pushed open and the young man pushed inside. I quickly regained my composure as Mrs Crull stopped and letting go of her son who stumbled forward a step. I held my hand out as I introduced myself “Hello I’m Jon and this is my wife Maureen and we…” Mrs Crull without even looking at my held up hand interrupted. “This is my sorry excuse for a son, he seems to think he wants to be a toddler or something … I might have fucked him up but you need to fix this shit, I will be back to collect his sorry ass in a hour… and I had better see some progress” She was turning back out of the still open door with no attempt to close it behind her as she finished talking. I was surprised to hear her take any responsibility, for “ fucking him up” but as smoothly as possible I simply turned and looked up at the man standing in front of me, and calmly said. “Like I was saying I am Jon and this is my wife Maureen and this is my home as well as my practice A path psychology” The man blinked firmly and focused his eyes on me with a stoned look on his face simply and clearly replying. “I’m Mike” He made no attempt to shake my still held out hand. I gave him a light pat on his upper bicep and still in a calm and relaxed tone said. “Ok well hi Mike… why don’t we go into my office and get a bit more comfortable.” He tilted his head slightly at least acknowledging I had said something and I turned towards my office a few feet away, I heard a soft crinkle noise behind me, as I held the door open and he toddled by me, I gave my wife a glance again with raised eyebrows as she returned the same look and she shut the front door as I shut my office door. The first meeting went as I expected, if I had any. As I sat into my large office chair and grabbed a legal pad I looked to direct Mike, but as I turned in his direction he had already found his way and with a soft crinkle sank onto the couch. His familiarity with the situation made me think this is not his first therapy session. I went through the typical questions, “Mike how old are you?” He quietly replied “26”….“Do you have any drugs or foreign substances in your system?” “Do you want to harm yourself or anyone else?” “Do you feel like you are in danger or is there anything that might cause you physical harm?” “Do have any physical disabilities or ailments?” “Do you have a job or profession?” “Are you married or have significant other?” “Do you have any children?” In which he continued to answer quietly “no” to each question. He sat comfortably with an occasional shift into the couch, without any look of concern. Mike looked a little messy in a childish T-shirt and sweat pants but I wouldn’t say he looked dirty, he had obviously taken a shower and shaved recently his hair was short, and was just shuffled into place. In fact I would say he was a handsome fellow, probably about 6’2 or so, maybe a little chubby but not fat. So I finally asked about the elephant in the room. So your mom says you wear diapers? Still calm and comfortable he replied “Yep” So I obviously was only going to get one word answers, so instead of pushing to get him to open up about the subject I decided to just go with questions that were easy one word answers, with the little information I got from a limited amount of research I came up with the obvious questions first. “Are you incontinent?” “No” “Do you like wearing diapers?” Yup “Is it a sexually exciting “ “Sometimes” “Do you wear them all the time?” “Yes” “How long have you worn diapers “ “A while” “Do you use the diapers?” “Yes” “Do you think you are a small child?” Mike responded with a slight frown as he answered “No” The next obvious question especially given the slight frown was, “would you like to be a small child?” I again caught an uncomfortable look, but again a short answer “Complicated” with a short sigh. I couldn’t help by try to get a little more out of him, so I had to ask. “Would you like to elaborate?” He answered quickly with again a blank expression “Nope” Which was no surprise to me. Well believe it or not I actually felt like I got somewhere with my interrogation, and decided that was enough. I needed to derive some kind of plan before any pushback could occur, since I still had like 45 minutes left I figured I could just talk for a bit expecting no answers. “So… I guess I’m in a bit of a pickle here. First of all since there is no clear signs of any actual emergency, and second I really don’t see any actual danger or even a problem really, with your choice of underwear, I don’t think I will satisfy your mother’s requirements for improvement. But I think I can deal with that. However I can understand to some degree her discomfort in your choice of underwear, and I don’t think you should make it any of her business. To be completely honest, I really don’t know much about what is called Infantilism. Which seems to be the condition you display. So my first plan is to try to gather as much information as possible on the topic, as to best support you.” I paused for a few moments as he blankly looked back at me. “Once again I particularly don’t care about your bathroom habits or your choice of underwear but, I also feel that your life can become more comfortable if you were to at least consider to conceal your underwear, especially around your mother, and my job is to help make your life better.” I thought about it a few seconds and looked at Mike, who maintained his nonchalant appearance. I felt like it was good advice. However I also realized it was not any solution. I sat quietly for a long minute or so. I really didn’t expect Mike to respond, but at this point I really had nothing else to say. So that’s exactly what I said. “At this point I really don’t have anything to say, if you want to talk or elaborate in any way I am here to listen. We still have about a half hour left so just make your self comfortable, if you should need a bathroom feel free to use the restroom in the entryway.” I gave him a small smile with that. For the next 1/2 hour we sat quietly. I thought about how exactly to help this situation, and even though I didn’t think it was a dangerous situation in anyway, or there was any harm in wearing diapers. I couldn’t help but think a healthy functioning adult would not want to wear diapers. My first thought was why, and I decided that the only way to find out was to try it myself. Soon enough as I pondered, the large sedan pulled back into my driveway I sighed slightly as I turned up to look at Mike now with his eyes closed, saying calmly. “You’re mother is back Mike” I remained seated and watched Mike slowly open his eyes stand up and wobble slowly towards the door, as he got to my entry way he stopped pulled his sweat pants up over the waist band of his diaper and tightened the draw string then pulled his T-shirt down. I thought well that’s a start. I simply said “thanks Mike” My front door was again pushed open and Mrs. Crull commanded my attention as her heals clacked against my hard wood floor. She wasn’t even completely through the front door before saying “At least I can’t see his pissy diaper” as she looked at her son. She continued to walk towards me and past her son with effortless motion as I started to say “Hello Mrs. Crull can I have” but I was interrupted as she grumbled “Go wait in the car” which was obviously directed towards Mike. She stopped in the center of my office and dug briefly into her purse. I couldn’t help but study her as it became quiet for a bit. The best word to describe her was perfect. Her blond hair wrapped perfectly around her head, down just past her shoulders. Her make up was blended perfectly without even the slightest blemish, while outlining each feature perfectly. Her pale pink business suit formed around her body perfectly, leaving just the top of her cleavage exposed, highlighted perfectly by a very expensive looking necklace. Every part of her was manicured or manufactured precisely for her today. I really couldn’t say how old she was, somewhere between 40 and 60 I’d guess. I however wouldn’t use the word attractive. I couldn’t help but think, it must be tough to maintain. I barely started a sentence as I was again interrupted. “You are highly recommended, which comes with high expectations, which will be difficult to achieve. Today is Monday, and I expect for you to see my son again on Thursday at 3 pm and every Thursday at 3 until further notice. I will not be accompanying him. Here is a check for 100,000 dollars, with this I expect to see real results in the next 10 weeks. You do understand who I am. I expect complete anonymity, if I so much as hear my name and yours in the same sentence, or you don’t live up to expectations, let’s just say you’re life will become much less comfortable.” She placed the check on my desk as I stood there dumbly with my mouth still open. Without any hesitation her heals clacked against my hardwood floors as she walked directly out of my house. I collected myself briefly and picked up her check, and looked at the 5 zeros following the 1, realizing the check was as real as the threat. I turned to see my wife with a very surprised look on her face, say “what are you going to do?” My answer was quick “going to the store” as I handed her the check and headed for the front door which was still open. She hesitated slightly then asked “for what?” And I responded “Diapers” as I shut the front door behind me. Chapter 2 A half hour later I hustled up the stairs to my bedroom, with a package of adult diapers under my arm. I quickly kicked off my pants, and underwear as I ripped open the package, flopping onto my bed, and sliding a diaper out of the pack. I could hear Maureen calling ”Jon? Are you here?” As she made her way up the stairs. I flipped the flimsy plastic material this way, and that as I unfolded the thin padded garment in front of me. Finally I slid the diaper underneath me, and struggled to see what exactly to stretch around me. I looked up as my wife stood in the doorway, with a smirk on her face. “Jon relax… it’s not running away!” She said with a chuckle. I fell back in frustration to the bed, as Maureen pushed my knees apart, that hung over the edge. She pulled at the diaper, saying “lift your bum… Jon I know this is important but you need to calm down… you have 10 weeks and I’m sure you’ll work this out” while she spoke, she calmly nudged my butt back to rest on the diaper, before finishing her sentence she folded it over my groin, and I could hear the tapes as she wrapped it around me, and finished the process with a light pat on my penis. I knew she was right, but I wasn’t feeling too patient. I stood next to the bed, and stretched about a bit trying to figure out how to make it fit. I looked down at the garment, trying to understand why anyone would want to wear such a silly thing. It wasn’t comfortable, and crinkled loudly as I moved. I looked at myself in the mirror, it looked medical, and sloppy with a blue line running down the center, and extra plastic hanging off the edges, nothing about it even seemed childish. My wife looked at me still with a light smile saying “what do ya think?” The first response I could come up with was “I don’t think I am going to understand this, I can’t see why anyone would want to wear one of these” her face kinda fell, as she asked “well what are you going to do?” I shrugged in responded “keep wearing them” she rolled her eyes, and turned to leave as she replied “ok sounds like a good plan” with a good bit of sarcasm in her tone. Then on her way down the stairs she continued to say “Why don’t you put some pants on and come down to dinner” I sat down in my normal spot at the kitchen table, as she set my dinner in front of me, and noticed her iPad, and cell phone across the table. My wife taking a more serious tone continued our conversation. “So Jon… I couldn’t help but overhear the delightful Mrs. Crull’s…. Threat? And since this particular situation will most likely impact both of our…lifestyles significantly, and it does seem to have, well let’s just say it appears you may need a little help. I decided to do a little research on this… subject on my own.” Typical I don’t get my wife to involved with therapy techniques, or any kind of diagnosis of my patients. I don’t want to degrade her in anyway, but I am a highly educated psychologist, not to mention quite accomplished, and she is really good at accounting, and business. However she is correct in that this could potentially effect both of our lives drastically. So in this case I have no option but to listen to her “research”, and replied “what ya got?” She started flipping through her iPad as she spoke. “Well I don’t know what our Mikey had to say today, but it seems he is into something they call ABDL, which stands for adult baby diaper lovers. Now it seems there are several sites on the internet that people like him join. Where they actively engage in a multitude of things…like sharing stories, and reviewing products, or whatever. There definitely seems to be quite a few people interested in this, like this site has almost 60,000 members. There doesn’t seem to be any typical age, or sex, looking through a few profiles there’s girls and boys of all ages. It also, looks like there is two different… uh kinks? kinda I mean they’re obviously related, but some are like just into the diaper thing, so they’re DLs, and they don’t seem to be into the baby thing, and others are, like more into, I guess you might say regression, making them ABs. So do you think our Mikey is a AB or a DL?” I was in the middle of chewing my food, and carefully paused a bit. A couple things that jumped in my head bothered me. First I didn’t really like referring to my patient as, “our Mikey” I don’t know why but it just bothered me. Next I didn’t think basing my psychological research on some kinda fetish website was a good idea, we needed actual psychological research done by actual professionals, but there was no way I could tell my wife, that her information seemed irrelevant, not that she would let me anyway. So I thought for another second and answered, as I swallowed my food. “Well given his childish t-shirt, and his answer to the question I asked him. Do you want to be a child? And I quote “complicated” I’d say he’s more AB.” My wife seemed to be processing that information for a few seconds, while again scanning, and flipping through her iPad. “Well I guess we can go with that… but there seems to be a slight divide in this group as well. Some seem to find the uh… situation? As uh well sexy… while others seem to just find it… comforting? Or maybe relieving, and a few of those seem to think it’s… I guess you might say inappropriate to find it sexy. So do you think Mike finds it sexy?” She smiled a touch as she finished her question. My response was pretty quick having no reason to delay. “Well I know it’s not much to go on, because I only got one word answers out of him, but I did actually ask him exactly that, and his response was ‘sometimes’ so there’s that” She stopped looking at her iPad and even had a pleasant look of accomplishment while she summarized. “Well given that, I’d say our Mikey seems to be a adult baby that finds it sexy” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her, thinking very scientific diagnosis, but I didn’t think it would help much to reply. I finished my dinner quietly, then felt the familiar pressure of having to pee. I stood up, and causualy made my way towards the bathroom, when it dawned on me I was wearing a diaper. I turned towards my wife as she cleaned up the dishes, and , said “I have to pee” She gave me a quick so-what look but stopped, and replied “oh…ya…uh well, so what are you going to do?” I knew that the situation was inevitable, but I really didn’t have a plan, besides I had to try to figure out why, or what was so attractive about wearing a diaper. So this is definitely part of that. I gave her a questioning look, and said. “I guess I will use this thing.” I stood there awkwardly trying to figure out what was the best position for this, and slowly spread my legs slightly looking down at my pants. I tried to release the building pressure, but nothing happened. My wife watched with a curious smile, as I tried, eventually saying “well?” My response was immediate. “I just can’t do it!” “What do you mean, you can’t do it?” “I don’t know…it just won’t go” She laughed a bit, and replied “well maybe you don’t have to go” “I sure feel like I have to… it just won’t come out” “Maybe it’s a head thing… go stand by the toilet, and try there” I gave her a exasperated look, and walked up to my bathroom, lifted the seat, and unbuttoned my pants, then felt the unfamiliar plastic where my penis usually is. Finally with a light grunt I felt a stream flow. I turned to see my wife standing at the door now with a wide smile spread across her face. “What’s so fucking funny?” I grumbled. As I felt the warm liquid fill around my groin. She only shook her head and chucked in response. I tilted my head back, and sighed as I heard the weird hissing noise, as pee sprayed against the inside of the diaper. I could feel a puddle forming in between my legs. Then suddenly I felt liquid escaping around the inside of my thigh. I panicked, and tried to stop my flow, but I couldn’t, then I felt pee rolling down my other thigh as I struggled to grab or prevent the diaper from leaking, calling out “it’s leaking!! The stupid thing is leaking!!” My wife laughed out loud as I pulled my pants below my knees seeing the yellow liquid flow down the inside of my legs, and darkening my pants, as I continued to pee. Finally I clinched shut as pee soaked into my socks. My wife laughing, and saying “Oh calm down Jon… it’s just a little pee… we’ll have this cleaned up in no time” I grunted in response as I stepped onto each pant leg, and pull my legs out, then repeated the process with my socks. “The stupid thing leaked.. what the fuck… why would... this is so stupid!” Saying as I released the tabs on the diaper letting it fall with a thunk. I finished undressing, and climbed in the shower as my wife picked up the mess, and asked, “what are you going to do now?” I thought for a moment as I turned on the shower… what was I going to do? The check for 100,000 dollars shot in my head, and the very real threat that came with all that money, I had no choice. I had to figure this out. I had to find a way to connect with Mike, we we’re going to solve this together. I harshly replied “What am I going to do? I’m going to keep wearing them.” My wife again replied with a sarcastic response, “Ya great plan… keep wearing them” The next couple days dragged by. I continued to wear the diapers and gradually was able to wet them without standing in front of the toilet, but it wasn’t easy. I had to try to release my pee, then had to really focus, and not to pee too much. I reduced my fluid intake, and tried to pee as soon as I felt any pressure. So occasionally when I got that right, and I didn’t leak, it felt like I was sitting in a puddle. There wasn’t anything even a little pleasant about wearing a wet diaper. On top of that I searched for any real research on paraphilic infantilism, which is the condition Mike displayed. However there was very minimal research documented, and any studies concluded that it was caused by various underlying issues with no evidence of any cure. So I was going to have to figure this out completely on my own. If this didn’t seem bad enough. I had my wife who seemed to find the situation amusing. Chapter 3 So as Thursday afternoon rolled around, my plan was to show Mike, I was willing to wear a diaper, and see where that went. Not a great plan. I sat in my office feeling slightly anxious as a newer Audi pulled in my driveway. Mike slowly, and carefully slid from the drivers seat, pulled a back pack over his shoulder, and walked awkwardly up the sidewalk with his legs spread out as far as possible. I rolled my eyes as I thought, this couldn’t be good. What could possibly be wrong now. He shoved through the front door, and waddled towards me with a look of discomfort. I quickly said “Hi Mike how’s it” but he interrupted me “Can I use your bathroom?” I pointed to the restroom still in the foyer, and he stumbled by, and shut the door. Then the smell hit me, and it became obvious what the problem was. I shut the front door, giving it a couple waves in hopes to clear the air, and returned to sit, and wait in my office. About 10 minutes later Mike finally appeared. He walked directly out onto the front porch, and left a small, heavy looking trash bag outside, and shut the front door, then he much more smoothly walked into my office, and sat on the couch, without saying a word. I noticed he now had no expression of discomfort, or really any discernible emotion at all. So I started the appointment. “Hello Mike how’s things going?” Which he only shrugged in response. “Well so I couldn’t understand why anyone would want to wear diapers so, I tried it myself, in fact I’ve been wearing them all week” I finally got some reaction from him, and he looked at me as if I poked him with a pin. “You’re wearing one now?” I stood up, and pulled my pants down a bit exposing the diaper, as I replied “Yup” “You’ve been wearing those diapers all week?” Mike quickly asked with a questioning expression Again I said “Yup” “And you have been using those diapers?.. for anything at all?” I couldn’t help but feel a bit concerned, and stuttered a bit “well ya… ya I’ve been uh…wetting them” He paused in thought, and his expression changed again to more of a mischievous look asking. “So you’re telling me that you’ve been wearing THOSE diapers all week, and you have been peeing in them?” My concerns continued to grow, thinking where is this going, but I slowly nodded, and said “Yes” A smile grew across his face like he was a attorney, and just won the big case, and asked “and how’s that been going for you?” I could tell he was definitely up to something, and knew I had to answer completely honestly. “Well to be honest.. horribly, first they’re hot, and itchy generally uncomfortable as hell, then I can’t get use to wetting them at all, sometimes I have to go stand in front of the toilet before I can even go. Then I can’t pee too much because they leak right away, then if I am able to wet them, without leaks they feel like I’m sitting in a warm puddle until it gets cold which is worse. I can’t understand why anyone would want to wear them.” Mike seemed thoroughly entertained by my review, as he replied he started digging into his backpack. “I can’t believe you’re wearing a diaper! That’s so funny…I’ve never had a therapist or whatever do that, and you’re totally right about those cheap ass store brand diapers, they totally suck. I don’t even know why they make those (He held out his hand with what looked like a thick stack of diapers) here try these.. there’s only three of them there, but they last a lot longer and they’re so much more comfy” I was so excited to be connecting with him, I would have taken a handful of used diapers, my plan was working we we’re going to be best friends in no time. I leaned forward to accept his gift, and replied. “Are you sure you don’t need them?” “Nope you’re good. I got cases of them, I’m going 24/7 so it’s best not to run low, but they might be a bit big on you, if you want you can get a smaller size online at medical supply stores, and if you try you can even get them the next day” I took the stack of diapers, and could instantly feel they were much better quality, like thick, and sturdy but the outer cover was soft, I couldn’t believe there were only three diapers, the same size stack would probably be 10 of the ones I was wearing. “Ok thanks I’ll check it out” I paused for a second, and wanted to keep the conversation going so I needed something more to discuss, and asked. “24/7 what’s that mean?” “Oh 24/7? That means wearing a diaper 24 hour a day 7 days a week…everything in a diaper” “Geez that’s quite a commitment, I don’t think I could do that.” “Ya it’s tough… this time I’m going on almost 2 months, but I can’t say that a few times I didn’t think that regular underwear would be easier, but this is the longest I’ve made it yet.” My mind cheered with enthusiasm, not only were we really connecting. but I could see a real possibility that he would get back into underwear soon. I had to keep my cool though I couldn’t push too hard, but I needed more information. “I have a hard time just being able to pee in the diaper, it would be real hard to do this for two months” He was eager to share his experience and quickly answered. “Well confidence in your diaper goes a long way, just drink lots of water, and it gets easier over time. I can pretty much pee whenever ….but also I use hypnotic recordings, I just listen to one as I go to sleep. I am not certain they work, or maybe I haven’t found the right one, but you can find tons of them for free online” My mind just hoped to the next question I had to keep him talking, and he seems really interested in helping me. “Hypnotic recordings? How would that help?” “I think the key is to actually need your diaper, so you have to wear diapers, it’s supposed to do that, but I don’t think I have had a actual accident yet.” I looked at him in shock realizing he was trying to become completely incontinent. The next sentence just feel from my mouth. “Why would you want that?” I regretted it as soon as I said it, and it wasn’t just the question. It was my facial expression of disgust, my ridiculing tone of voice. I totally fucked up. I could see his face drop, his realization that he was talking to a psychologist, then he said the word that I hated to hear. “Whatever” I tried to apologize but I new it was over. We sat quietly for the rest of the appointment, and about 10 til 4 he slowly picked himself off my couch, and slowly walked towards the door. I had to say something before he left, but the best I could come up with was “Mike I’m really sorry… I didn’t mean to offend you” Mike slowly turned back, and gave me a sad look “I know Doc… maybe I’m just a little sensitive… I’ll see you next week” I just nodded in response. As Mike backed out of the driveway. I just sat there in thought, I had to fix this, how could I be so stupid, I had to find a way to reconnect, at least I think he’s giving me another shot.

I completely agree with BP on his very accurate quote, I understand how much work goes into writing stories/books and I don’t think that you should not be paid if the story is worth paying for, but a teaser or basically a advertisement for free is in bad taste, I actually have no idea how much money this type of thing would generate but I think at bare minimum you should consider a contribution to the site. Or the occasional free complete short story.

They all seem fairly amused with peeing in their diapers for the first time, well first wet diaper, in a long time. I think a couple of them I’d guess even enjoyed it. I completely understand.