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As I was left on my own I consulted Mr. Bear on my situation. He provided a listening ear, but did not have any positive suggestions other than to wait things out. I went back to my blocks and tried to be engaged in play as I tried to overhear any of the hushed noises coming from beyond. While engaged in my play the cat approached from beyond and circled around me, brushing up against me and continued to circle until her face was in front of mine. She licked my face, pacifier and all, and did it a second time and then pulled back. I was shocked and was trying to discern what she meant when Shelby came out to check on me. “What is going on?” Shelby asked. The cat replied with a meow, lunged forward and licked me again. “Oh, the cat wants to take care of you baby boy” she answered as she approached us. Shelby commented that I was in good care and returned back to the kitchen. Meanwhile the cat approached me full frontal and continued to lick me until I laid down on the floor. She straddled me and continued to lick my face. Then she lunged down again and this time took the pacifier in her mouth and pulled it out of me. I gasped and needed to fill my mouth. My pacifier was a part of me. As I was gasping I started to move my hand up to my mouth as the cat continued to crawl over me and the pussy came down on my mouth. I got it. It was time to worship the cat. I really was the lowest of the low when the cat could get me to follow her. I worked my way in and out of her as she thrust herself on me. The thrusting continued until she fed me her juices. The thrusting came to an abrupt stop as the cat circled around and then started to lick my face clean. I understood she was cleaning up the evidence as she finished the job by placing the pacifier back in me and snuggled up to me. I clutched Mr. Bear and snuggled her back as we heard approaching footsteps and then the doorbell rang.

I crawled after the babysitter to the front room where she led me to the play area. I was expecting that ‘play’ meant being chased by the cat or some other entertainment for the babysitter. Today, play meant playing with my blocks and Mr. Bear as the TV blared kids cartoons in the background. I went to work building a village with the blocks and pretending there was a fire and a fire truck came to the rescue. I did what I could to keep entertained as Shelby and the Babysitter chatted and moved in and out, occasionally checking in on me. Time crept by and it felt like hours until the door opened and Kiki came in. Only then, did I notice that the cat was lying on the sofa as she moved her head up to survey the new visitor and then lowered her head and curled up tighter on the sofa. My heart leaped and I dropped my block as I raised my hands in her direction and cried out “Kiki”. I then noticed her tear stained face as she opened up her arms and rushed down to me and cried out “Baby.” As she approached within my grasp I pulled her down into an embrace as I exclaimed “Goo Goo Mama”. She pulled me in tight and gave me a back rub as she started to cry. I also pulled her in tighter and started to rub her back in a mutual consolation over the loss of someone so special to us. I then started to cry in earnest and wailed out Mama as the realization of the loss hit me again. I think Kiki tried to be strong for her baby brother as she shushed me and caressed my head into her shoulder. She was down at my level holding me tight and rocking me back and forth as I settled down. The commotion got Shelby and the babysitter out from wherever they were to confirm that Kiki had arrived and that I had settled down. There was a combination of excited chatter, hugs and consolation between Kiki and the two ladies to the extent that I could not take all of it in. Needless to say, they were sorry at the loss and also quizzed Kiki about the next steps. Steps about the funeral, the home and what she was do with everything that was left behind, including me. I was also interested as to what going to happened to me, but when the subject was brought up, she said that they own me now and that it would be up to her and her sister to determine what they would do with me. They were not sure what was going to happen, but she was open to options. She did not want to discuss it now, especially with me around. I was disappointed that she didn’t immediately say she was going to take me home with her and she must have sensed that when I let out a big sigh. “Don’t worry Babe, you will be taken care of” she replied as she sensed my concern. I was released from her grip as she got up and headed to the kitchen with the other two ladies to continue their conversation as I was left with my thoughts of what would happen next.

That night I slept like a baby. Not the peaceful sleep that one would describe, but the fitful sleep with middle of the night interruptions to wake up and then fall back asleep again. My mind was working overtime wondering what would happen next. As dawn arrived, I woke up to the sunbeams dancing through the window only to fall asleep again in a dread and tiredness that had consumed my whole being. I looked forward to Mama coming through the door and our morning routine. This was no more! I was awoken to the door opening and Shelby came in holding a bottle, followed by the cat. She lowered the rail and climbed to the foot of the crib and made herself at home. She patted her lap and I did not need any encouragement to reposition my head onto her lap. I looked up to the most caring face as she pulled me into her and started to feed me my bottle. She kept the bottle to my lips as she whispered consoling words. I didn’t really understand everything she said, but I did understand the kindness in the tone of her voice. I snuggled in close to her as I sipped the sweetness of my formula. I wanted more, but I could not have anymore. After I sucked the bottle dry she pulled me up and burped me and then helped me out of my crib onto the floor. I think the cat was a witness to the whole event as she circled me once I landed on the floor. She brushed me and around my face offering me more. The cat circled around again and was about to lick my face as Shelby would have none of it. “Come baby” she said. I followed her to the kitchen where she secured me into the highchair. Shelby then went to the sink, rinsed out the bottle and filled it with water. She came back and replaced my pacifier with the bottle. “You suck on that until we have breakfast ready” she commanded. The babysitter walked in and Shelby reported that “he is not too bad, we can get him cleaned up after breakfast.” The ladies got breakfast ready including a bowl of milk and food for the cat. I smelled the aroma of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee. As well they were cutting up some fruit. They sat down to breakfast and continued to chat and eat while I had finished my bottle and could only look on. I called out quietly “Mama”. They looked in my direction and I was greeted with a shh, “We will take care of you.” Then the babysitter got up with their plates and scrapped the leftovers into a bowl. She then also added another clump of bacon and eggs into the bowl. She came back with the bowl of mushed bacon, eggs and scraps and said “We have a special breakfast for you.” As she handed the bowl to Shelby. Shelby took the bowl and spoon from the table and scooped up some eggs and said “open up sweetie, here is some big boy breakfast for you.” The spoon flew into my mouth accompanied by an airplane noise. I took it all in and was happy to have some big boy breakfast. Shelby continued to feed me while the babysitter cleaned up the table and cleared the cat’s bowls. After breakfast the Babysitter took the bowl and spoon from Shelby as she released me from the highchair and led me to the bathroom. She had me lie down on the floor as she started the bath. The babysitter came in with a fresh diaper and clothes followed by the cat. It seemed a bit crowded in the bathroom and the babysitter shooed the cat out as Shelby tested the water and turned off the tap. The ladies made quick work of stripping me from my onesie and diaper and then helped me into the tub. Shelby had removed her clothes and got to work on scrubbing me down. Water had splashed everywhere so it was good the Shelby had removed her clothes so that they would not get wet. The time was uneventful as I tried to keep me baby penis the size that they wanted. It started to grow as I noticed the soap suds on Shelby’s breast and the babysitter commented “what is that?”. “PeePee” I replied. She responded in a threatening tone “there will be no pee pee for little boys if they don’t behave.” I shriveled back to where I belong and let Shelby finish her work. As tub drained, Shelby dried herself off and got dressed. Then the ladies helped me out and led me to my room. I thought I was going to be dressed, but Shelby then reminded me of my weekly maintenance session. The babysitter brought in a chair, Shelby sat down and patted her lap. I knew what I had to do a crawled up and lay down, facing the floor. Oh, sweetie this should hurt you more than it hurts me. We know you lost your Mama, but this is your reminder that we are in charge and we effectively own you. The babysitter then handed Shelby a paddle and Shelby went to work. The paddle stung as it hit my barely dry bottom and it stung so hard I started to cry. “Be strong” she said as she continued to paddle me and just as quick as she started, the beating stopped. I was sobbing and heard between my sobs that she loved me. Once it was finished, I put my hands to my beaten bottom and rubbed it lightly as I felt the heat. She pulled me off of her, placed a towel on her lap and then put me back on her and pulled me in. I had my head on her shoulder looking out, letting my sobs subside as she rubbed my back as she told me how much I was loved, and this was for my own good. I finally settled down, turned my head to the other side and noticed we had an audience of the babysitter and the cat. The babysitter had my diaper, clothes and two bottles in her hand. I was lowered to the floor and placed on top of the diaper when Shelby took one bottle of cream and applied it to my sore bottom. After that she took the other bottle and shook some baby power over my diapered area. Finally, she taped me up and then pulled me up to a sitting position so she could fit my outfit for the day over my head, she pulled it down and then had me lie down as she snapped the bottom of my overalls on. The babysitter said “Okay Babyboy lets go out and play”

I felt, and now had become, so little. There was nothing in my control. I had to depend on my keepers, whether it was my mama, or now someone else. I continued to work on my bottle as Shelby and the Baby sitter continued to chat. I continued to look around aimlessly while sipping my bottle and caught the eye of the cat. All of a sudden she opened up with a huge smile as she looked directly back at me. I was scared again. I was not sure if she thought of me as a lunch treat, a toy or what. Then I remembered how she cared for me just a while ago and I smiled back behind my bottle. The ladies must have finished their meal and chat as they got up from the table and scraped the leftover pizza into a bowl and set it on the floor. As Shelby cleared the table the baby sitter came over, took my bottle and helped me down to the floor. She led me to the front room in front of the sofa. I sat in front of the sofa as she gave me back my bottle to finish. I took the bottle as Shelby came out and sat on the sofa just behind me so I could lean back on her. I wrapped one arm around her legs and snuggled up close as the babysitter sat down beside her, turned on the TV and decided to stream something. I didn’t care, neither did I follow, what they were watching. I was happy for human touch and stayed close to Shelby as she would occasionally comment on something or tousle my hair. When my bottle was empty it was replaced by the soother. Sometime later the cat came by and jumped up on the sofa and curled up beside the babysitter. I lay my head against Shelby’s thigh. This was perfection. Why did it have to change? Maybe she would adopt me. I could only hope. Whatever they were watching was finished and they got up and the babysitter coaxed me to follow her to my room. I crawled after the babysitter to my room and stayed in the center of the room as she got my supplies and a night-time diaper. I laid down and let her clean me up, powder me and put me back into a diaper. She had picked out a dinosaur onsie and snapped me up. I followed her to the bathroom where she brushed my teeth, combed my hair and took a picture of me with her phone. Then I followed her back to my crib where Shelby was waiting with another bottle and the cat was in the corner watching everything. Shelby came into the crib with me, settled my head in her lap and helped me with my bottle. She then pulled out a book and started to read the cat in the hat. I liked the story, but I really loved that she read it to me as I was snuggled up close to her. When the story was finished, she took my bottle, gave me a hug and repositioned me in my crib. Once she was out, she gave me back my bottle and raised the rail. She blew me a kiss, said “Good Night”, turned off the light and closed the door behind her.

I don’t know how long I had been attached to Cindy. She had relocated me from one breast to the other and finally had me snuggled up between her two breasts as she was stroking my head, holding me tight and rubbing my back. This was the warmth, comfort and solace that I needed. My world had fallen apart and Cindy held a remnant of it together. Occasionally I could hear outside noises of Shelby and the babysitter while I was ensconced in the safety of Cindy. I heard the door bell ring and some commotion while I started to emerge from Cindy, but she pulled me back into her warm embrace. As a cat everyone would expect her to spend most of her time curled up and resting. I was feeling I had to do something, but it I did not know what to do. Being pulled back into Cindy’s warmth was good enough for now. Eventually Shelby extricated me from her, gave me a hug and then a kiss on my cheek and led me to my high chair. Cindy followed. I was strapped into my high chair and could see that pizza had been delivered. It is the go to option for food here. The baby sitter set the table for two and had the pizza in the middle of the table for them to help themselves. One slice was missing from the pizza and the answer to that came shortly as the babysitter put a bowl of small pieces of pizza on my high chair. The two ladies sat down to eat. Then the cat jumped up onto the counter and it looked like she was inspecting it for remnants of food. Shelby got up and swatted her and told her to get down. The cat jumped down and curled up in the corner by my highchair. The ladies then proceeded to help themselves to their meal and I picked up pieces of pizza and ate them. They were discussing the next few days. The Babysitter will stick around for another day or two until one of my sisters will get here to take care of me. They were also discussing my long term disposition. I was lost in my thoughts of what could happen next. While Shelby would like to have me, her place is too small for a long term situation and her dad would also have a fit. He already doesn’t like the idea of my sisters owning me and bossing me around. Although I don’t think my aunt would mind taking care of me. Juju did pick me from the training place, but right now she was busy at school. Maybe they could make room for me at the sorority house. I wonder if Kiki would take me? I would happily worship her and really do anything to please her if she would take me. It would try to be good and stay at home while went to work every day. It would be weird if one of my former coworkers found out that I was not working but gave myself up to be Kiki’s possession. Shelby interrupted my thoughts by giving me a bottle. I started to suck and aimlessly look around the room. Shelby gave me a small hug and said “Baby, you drink and let us think. We will take care of everything for you.”

More to come.

You are little and brown. With paws and ears would you be a good kitten? Let’s see if you are a good kitten. Cindy do you want to take care of the kitten? I looked up and I didn’t think the Cheshire cat smile could get any bigger or her eyes could open up any wider. I could see the glee in her face. I am not sure what being her kitten meant but I was about to find out. “Come on down” the babysitter commanded. Cindy showed great stealth as she dropped to floor like a ninja facing me. Clearly Cindy had become a force to recon with. She was destined to be a cat. Between her and the babysitter I had better be a good boy and comply if I wanted to come out of this time unscathed. Come on out Baby, she will not hurt you. You can be a good baby boy by being a good baby kitten for us. I looked up at the babysitter and she must have registered the fear and distrust in my face. “Come on sweetie, we just want to have some fun. We will make sure you can have some baby fun too.” I crawled out from under the table slowly and heard Cindy purr. The babysitter continued to coax me out as Cindy came up to me and nudged me. The babysitter undid the rope around me and put it on the counter. Then she massaged the sides of our necks and asked rhetorically “Are we ready for a new kitten in the house?” I heard a very definite meow from Cindy and looked up to the babysitter. She said “come, let’s get you ready.” I crawled after her with Cindy following me to another bedroom. This was one of my sister’s rooms. She must be staying here tonight. She then opened her bag and pulled out a set of kitten ears and paws for me and set them on the bed. She kneeled down and patted the floor and said “Come here.” I crawled to the spot and then she placed the ears over my head and asked for a paw. I gave her my one hand. She had me make a fist, pulled the paw over my hand and secured it at the wrist. I wouldn’t be coloring anytime soon. She then asked for the other hand a repeated the procedure. “Look Cindy, should we adopt this little stray?’ she asked. Cindy replied with a purr. “This little kitten is wearing a diaper since he is too young to use your litter box. Show him your bed and then meet me in the front room.” The babysitter commanded. Cindy replied with a meow and looked at me to say follow me. I crawled after Cindy as the Babysitter was getting more things out of her bag. We crawled to the laundry room where I could see the litter box in the corner. Beside the litter box was a pet cage big enough to hold Cindy, or me for that matter. We then left the laundry room and she went to my room. In the corner by the crib was an oversized pet bed. They must have placed it there when I was secured in the high-chair and I heard all the commotion. It was bigger than the cage so it allowed her to sleep with room to spare. We returned to the front room where the babysitter had a placed a thin clear plastic sheet on the floor and had can in her hand. Alright kiddos we are going to play the cat adopts the kitten and makes him her own. This will be fun and tasty for the cat. When the kitten is born the mama cat is busy cleaning up the cat and left overs from his birth. So baby, you get to repeat the birth process, now as a kitten. Cindy lie on your side on the sheet. Okay baby, lie on your back in front of her. Cuddle up. Your legs should be draped between hers. Your head should be lower than her face. Move down. That’s better. With the coaxing and pulling of my legs and arms in place I was facing up to Cindy we were within inches of each other. She was lying on her side looking down at me with the biggest smile I had seen yet! Cindy had scissored my legs between hers so I very little wiggle room. What happens right after the kitten is born? Mama cleans the kitten. Cindy you are going to clean the kitten. That will be a perfect bonding moment for you two. The babysitter pulled out the can and commanded me to close my eyes as she poured a thick sticky substance on my face. Okay Cindy, clean your kitten. I could feel Cindy’s tongue start to lick my face. The substance could not be toxic as Cindy was eating it, but I kept my eyes closed as they were sealed with the goop. I opened my mouth and then some goop feel in. It was chocolate syrup. Cindy would have no problem cleaning her kitten. I would be a sticky mess until the job was done. I could feel it on my forehead, face, eyes, mouth, ears and some on my neck. It was annoying at first, but I started to get used to the licking. It was going to take some at this rate in being cleaned. I am sure the whole process took well over an hour if not two. Cindy was gentle as she licked my eyes. I felt love and care, not anger or fear. She worked her way down to my lips and mouth where she did not need to clean my mouth or teeth, but did anyways. She adjusted my head to clean my ears and gave a slight nibble on the ear. She worked her way down to my neck. I now understood the bonding process of cat and kitten. I was no longer felling fear but comfort being secured by my mama cat. I watched her take care of cleaning my neck. I watched concern in her in the details and she leaned over to check for any chocolate that may have run to the back of my neck. I was the leopard skin move I also noticed her breasts. As she finished up I brushed one breasts with my head. Would bonding of a kitten and cat include feeding? It did! She pulled me into the one breast and let me do what came naturally to me. I pulled her nipple to roof of my mouth and started to massage it with my tongue and then suckle. There was nothing there but the experience was still heavenly. I heard her purr. She moved me to the other side and I continued to suck. I was wondering what the babysitter was doing or what she though of this. I didn’t feel good. It did feel good, but it also felt wrong. After Cindy released me I got my answer. I had my freedom to move as Cindy lifted her top leg off me. I noticed a few things. I smelt a musky smell coming from her. It must have been a good experience for the cat. As I rolled onto my side I could see the babysitter with a tripod and a phone or camera. What did she think about this? She was recording it! Cindy wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in. I was in fetal position on my side and Cindy had cradled me into her warmth. It wasn’t so bad after all to be her kitten. What a good kitten you were for mama cat. It is lunchtime for you two, come to the kitchen. I crawled to the kitchen. The cat followed and jumped onto the counter as I waited by the high chair. The baby sitter helped me up and snapped me in as the cat meowed and purred on the counter top. Once I was in my spot I felt something was missing – I needed my pacifier. “Nana” I called. She looked up from dishing out lunch and said “In a minute.” She set a bowl on the counter and then came over with a bottle and a plate. She put her plate down and then gave me the bottle. “Drink up” she commanded as she sat down to have her sandwich. The cat seemed happy to eat whatever was in the bowl. I worked on my bottle and we all ate in silence. When the babysitter was finished she got up and took her plate back and dished out something else in a bowl. She came back with a bowl and spoon to the table. The bowl had green mush. It looked awful so I knew it was for me. She took the bottle from me and prepared to feed me. What is now routine was for the airplane spoon to land in my mouth and we hoped most of the food would follow. This continued until the bowl was scraped clean. She then gave me back my bottle and took the bowl spoon back to the sink. I heard the tap turn on and off and she returned with a wet face cloth to wash my face. She washed my face and also my ears and wiped down my neck. “Nap time for you two” the babysitter declared as she placed a pacifier in my mouth and helped me out of the highchair. The cat was quick to leap off of the counter and head to my room where her bed was located. I followed the cat to my room where I saw her step into her bed, circle around and make herself comfortable. The babysitter said “I will change you after your nap. Did you want a cat-nap or a nap-nap?” I was perplexed and then looked at the cat. Could I snuggle in there with her? The babysitter must have read my thoughts and encouraged me into the cat bed. Cindy opened up and pulled me into her. I made myself comfortable on my side with Cindy as my support and pillow. It took a few minutes to find my place and the fall asleep. All I remember is being pulled out of warm comfortable sleep by my Babysitter. She puled me out and had me follow her out of my room to the bathroom. The closed the securely to my room so no one could get in or out. I laid down on the bathroom floor and the babysitter took off my kitten ears, unbuttoned my brown onesie and made quick work of removing and replacing my diaper. I was buttoned up and led back to the front room where sat on the sofa and patted beside her to sit on the floor. Did you like being a kitten? Cindy is not a scary cat is she? She likes you. Would you ever want to be her kitten? I don’t think so, I think you should be the baby you are and give me my foot massage. Come around baby, you know what to do. I turned around to face her and started working, with hands, her right foot. I worked up to her calf and then back down. Then I started on her left foot. Kneading and massaging her foot while sucking on my pacifier. She then pulled the pacifier towards her inner thigh until it came out of my mouth and I was an inch from her. Go on. Show me how much you love me baby. I kissed her tight and then adjust myself to get a little closer. I licked and kissed my way up to the center of her universe. She was not wearing underwear and had flipped her dress over my head. Go on. You know what to do. She pushed my face into the gateway of paradise. It took me a few seconds to adjust and I knew what I needed to do as I licked and sucked my way to the promised land. I wasn’t sure if I could really please her as she pulled on my hair back and then rammed my in further than I thought I could go. It took my breathe away. Once I adjusted to the new level or penetration, I kept exploring the inner sanctum under her encouragement. Lick and Suck; Lick and Suck – the juices were plentiful and the beating on my back by her heels were telling me we were getting close to the target until I heard her cry out and then the beating subsided. I was going to miss worshipping mama today and this made up for it. This was the first time I thought about her since she left. The baby sitter had placed the pacifier in my mouth and pushed me away. She was now busy cleaning things up as she got a call on her phone. Hello, Oh Shelby, how are you? I was picking up one side of the conversation. It sounded like Shelby was going to check in on us and make sure everything was okay. She would be here soon. The babysitter put down the phone and was crestfallen. I don’t know what it was, maybe they recorded something and we all knew not to do it! After all, we all knew what happened to Cindy, although I think she makes for a great cat. The babysitter pulled back out the play area and placed me in there with Mr. Bear and turned on the TV. She then went about clearing things from our games. She was doing a final once over when the door bell rang. I was in my play area and above the noise from the TV I could hear the babysitter chat with Shelby. I recognized her voice and my spirit leapt in anticipation of seeing her, but she did not look happy. She sat on the sofa and asked the Babysitter to bring me over. They had me sit on the sofa cross legged and facing Shelby. She then took hold of both my hands and pulled them in close to her and made sure I had her full attention. The babysitter looked on as Shelby broke some very hard news. Baby Jay you know how much everyone loves you. You have become a real part of our families and we love you. I got some bad news for you. Your Mama will not be coming home. I didn’t understand. Why wouldn’t Mama come home? It must have registered on my face as Shelby continued to explain. Your Mama was in a car accident. They took her to the hospital but she did not make it. She loved you and I know she was looking forward to coming home and spending the rest of her life together as Mommy and Baby. Shelby was in tears and then it hit me. I would never see Mama again. I was no longer her baby. What was going to happen to me? More importantly, right now, I really miss my Mama. Tears began to form as we leaned forward to hug each other. I was then pulled into Shelby’s lap with my head on shoulder. She was patting and rubbing my back while holding me tight as I cried out earnestly “Mama”. I needed comfort and Shelby offered it in a wrap-around hug. Before, I gave up everything to be Mama’s baby. Now I really had lost everything. Who would want to take care of me, a loser? Not the babysitter. She takes care of me because she has to, not because she really wants to. My sisters, we will see. I was supposed to be Julie’s grad gift in less than a year; however, I suspect she had ceded me to Mama. Maybe she will want me back. I would love to be Kiki’s baby, but she seems happy to just visit her baby brother. Could my cousin Shelby adopt me? Would she take me even if her dad did not approve? I took the hugs but really wanted and needed more. I was in the same precarious situation as any other baby that had lost their parents. Is there an adult baby orphanage that I would be put into? I realized I was useless and was very fearful of what would happen next. I think the babysitter went to wake-up the cat and let her know what happened as the two of them tearfully entered the room. The cat jumped onto the sofa and curled around beside me. I could feel her warmth. I learned that Cindy’s mom was okay. She was banged up but, okay. She would be returning here tomorrow to pick up Cindy; meanwhile arrangements had to be made with my sisters for Mama. Shelby offered me to break out of my role and chat, but I had now become so entrenched as a baby I didn’t know how. Cindy meowed and motioned to the babysitter and whispered into her ear. The babysitter left and came back with my paws and ears. “Does baby need a mommy to nurture him?” The babysitter asked. I nodded yes as Shelby released me to the floor and Cindy followed. The babysitter secured my paws and put on my ears as Cindy lay on the floor and offered one of her breasts. I didn’t need any encouragement, I needed nurture and immediately latched on as Cindy adjusted herself and then started to rub my back as I closed my eyes, sucked and meowed mama.

The babysitter looked around quickly, as if to assess the situation. I don’t know if she was looking for the cat or planning something. Just as I become reacquainted with Mr. Bear she pulled me into the playpen and then proceeded to clear everything up. The floor of the room was cleared and my toys were either stored in the play area with me or pushed into the corner. She glanced over to me and then headed to the kitchen. “Come down from there” she commanded the cat. I heard the cat land on the floor and then I saw it enter the room with the babysitter following her. She was holding a rope with a grey soft toy attached to it. I glanced back at the cat – it was hypnotizing watching her. I must have fallen into a trance as a watched the cat skin move and also aware of the pendulous movement of her breast. I became aware of my fixation and I must have responded with an increased sucking motion of the soother as the babysitter called out “What are you staring at?” We all knew what I was staring at, and the question broke the trance. The babysitter stood at the far end of the room, patted her thigh and commanded the cat “come here.” I have not known cats to be obedient, but something in that transformation turned Cindy into a good kitty. The babysitter let go of one end of the rope and the grey toy fell to the floor. The cat immediately perked up and jumped for the toy. The babysitter pulled up the toy and threw it across the room closer to me. Now I could see the toy was an oversized plush mouse that had seen better days. In an instant Cindy had pounced on the mouse just to have it yanked up by the babysitter. I pulled Mr. Bear close to me, at first as a natural response to comfort for what I saw before me, then to protect Mr. Bear from being attached to rope. This went on for some time and certainly the cat kept the babysitter entertained until she felt it was time for a rest. The babysitter told the cat she would pour her some milk. The two of them went to the kitchen where I could hear a bowl being taken from the cupboard and the fridge door being opened and closed. The cat certainly got its exercise and I was surprised at how agile Cindy had become. I wondered what they would do next. They came back with Cindy following the babysitter as the babysitter pointed to a spot on the floor the cat stopped at the spot, turned around and then looked at me. The babysitter went up the hallway and I could hear her opening and closing the doors. Then the babysitter came to me and lifted the play area fence up and over me and leaned it against the wall. She came back tipped my head down and I naturally put my hands on the floor into a crouching/crawling position. Okay baby we are going to play another game. Hey kitty cat what does this look like? I see a little brown thing. Are you a man or a mouse? Let’s find out.” “One more thing” she said as she wrapped the rope around my waist and tied it on my back. “I think the cat needs a toy and wants to play. Are you ready?”

I thought I would add the coloring on the fridge that reminded Baby Jay of a happier time (the day before)'The last image is when he is doing it.

The babysitter got a bowl from the cupboard and poured some milk into it before setting it down on the floor. The cat circled around the babysitter’s legs before making her final approach to the bowl. She started to drink from the bowl and the babysitter massaged the top of her head. The cat stopped and then started to purr. The babysitter came to me and picked up the bottle, slapped my hands and said “It will be a much harder reminder if you drop your bottle again.” She then put the bottle between my hands so I could raise it up and finish it as I continued to watch, mesmerized, by the cat having her milk from the bowl below. I was not sure what was going to happen next, but this was not a good start to the next two days. The babysitter took the bottle, helped me down and had me crawl after her to the bathroom. On the journey I passed the cat. It was Cindy - she had completely transformed – well not completely. She was still all woman with boobs and all, but her skin was a permanent cat outfit. Her hands were balled into fists. She looked up from her bowl as I passed by and I could see a combination of a scowl that turned into that big cat smile as if she knew something was going to happen. I don’t know how they convinced Mama that this was a good idea, but I could see no good come of it, nevertheless I continued my crawl past the fridge where I noticed Mama had put up my coloring. That was a happy time where I did the best I could for Mama, Kiki, JuJu and Shelby. It was barely an hour and already I missed them. The babysitter had me lie down on the floor of the bathroom and started the bath. She then stripped me down and helped me into the bath. The bath was uneventful. It was not fun, I had no ducky and the babysitter performed the basic function of making sure I was clean. With no fanfare she pulled the plug from the drain and as the bathtub emptied I was helped out of the tub and into a fluffy white towel. She had me in crawling position on all four and patted me down. I was unaware that the cat had come into the bathroom until it swatted my balls which resulted in my protest. The babysitter had me sit cross legged on the floor and shooed the cat out. She then returned and got out a diaper placed it on the floor and had me lay on it. She made quick work of powdering me, taping me up and then put me in brown onsie. She then led me to the front room with Mr. Bear, my toys and coloring book. I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable in my surroundings. It didn’t know when or where the cat would come out and take another swat at me.

It was still dark in the morning when I awoke to Mama opening the door, turning on the light and exclaiming “Good Morning My Baby. Did my little sweetie have a good sleep?” Mama came over, dressed in her bathrobe, came to the crib and lowered the rail. She removed her bathrobe, climbed to the foot of the crib and then patted her lap. I turned around and positioned myself so my head was on her lap and looked up to my mommy. I had become a happy baby and automatically latched on to my breakfast. Mama pulled me in tight and said something about going away, as my adoption gift from my sisters and that she would be back home for me tomorrow. Just one sleep and she would be back. She was going with her friend and my baby sitter was happy to care of me over the night. Everything was arranged and she hoped I would be a good boy for her. I didn’t catch everything, but I remembered she wanted me to be a good boy. I hoped I was becoming a good boy. I wanted to please her in any way I could and was happy to do whatever it took to make her happy. She switched me to the other side as I automatically latched onto the other breast until her flow slowed. She continued to tell me about her trip and what was planned, and that she trusted that the baby sitter would have good report when she got back. She then released the suction with her finger and pulled me up to burp me. As she burped me the doorbell rang. “They are here so early” she exclaimed as she climbed out of the crib and helped me down. “Come baby, I will get the door and you crawl to high chair” she commanded. I followed her to door and continued to the high chair as she opened the door and I heard Mama greet someone to come in. I heard two voices, one the baby sitter I recognized immediately as I crawled to the base of the high chair. The other voice way familiar but I could place it. The two ladies had a few things to get from the car and Mama had to get ready. The was more commotion as I sat at the base of the chair and waited for my Babysitter to come in. I heard her say “I will make some coffee for you to take on the road” as she went to the counter and started the coffee maker. I saw her glance in my direction as she continued to get the coffee ready. Then she came over and helped me up into the chair, snapped me in and said “That should keep you from going anywhere.” She went back to the hallway and I could hear boxes and things being moved and the wheels of a roller suitcase going to the door. I could hear doors opening and closing and the closing of a car door. Mama came back to the kitchen, microwaved my breakfast which was a bowl of oatmeal and a bottle and placed it on the table. Came over to me and gave me a kiss on my forehead and said “Good Bye, Babe, be a good bay.” She poured some coffee into a travel mug and left giving instructions to the babysitter to feed me, clean me up and get me ready for the day. The door closed and then it was silent. I heard the babysitter say something as she approached me, picked up the oatmeal and then pulled a chair around beside me. It was a repeat of last time, where her job appeared to be how much oatmeal she could smear on my face before I could eat any of it. There was nothing I could do. This was the start of a two day torment and I will be happy as a puppy dog when Mommy come home. I put up with the transportation sounds and ridicule as I got some of semblance as a solid inside of me. The torture was complete when she wiped down my face and gave me a bottle to finish. She left and I heard something and I thought I heard the creak of a door. I worked my way through the bottle as I heard her come back talking to someone on the phone. I was in shock and dropped my bottle as I saw a huge cat walking behind her as she entered the room. It wasn’t a cat, but it was. It was a person with cat skin, cat ears and a Cheshire cat smile. Oh no – It was Cindy. Her pure white skin was now tattooed with a leopard skin pattern. As she walked on all fours it was mesmerizing. She looked and seemed to act like a real cat!

I was entirely focused on coloring inside the lines. It was hard and sometimes I did go over. I would need another dark color to cover up. In the background I could hear Mama talking to people on the phone and every so often she would come in and check in on me. I am sure she wanted to make sure that I was f busy coloring and not getting into trouble. I felt warmth inside, and it was not because I wet my diaper, it was as she came out one time and said I was such a good boy. I finished the first picture in the book to my satisfaction and then started another. I was getting thirsty and called out to Mama. She must have known what I needed as she came out with a warm bottle of AB formula. She had me lay on the floor and cuddle Mr. Bear close to me as she had me drink from my bottle. As I was sucking from the bottle she took my coloring book and flipped back to the first page I had colored and commented on what a good job I did of coloring. “This is so good! When you are done, I will put them on the Fridge and take a picture for your sisters to see. What a good Baby.” She purred. She put the coloring book back down and left it open to the page I was working on. She knelt down, waited for me to finish my bottle as she rubbed my leg and looked down intently at me. I looked up into her warm eyes and her inquisitive face. She must be wondering how we got into this or what drove me to become her baby. It doesn’t matter, I was just happy to be in her presence and sucking my bottle until we heard me start to suck air. She stopped stroking my leg and tilted the bottle up a bit more so I could finish it. Then the second time I started to suck air she declared “All done.” She took the bottle away and placed it beside her. She then put a small towel over her shoulder and pulled me up into her and started to burp me. After she finished burping me my arms surrounded her to give her the biggest hug I could and then started to say thank you and corrected myself to “ag goo Mama.” Mama released me and repositioned me back to my coloring and then got up and took the bottle back to the kitchen. I finished the second picture and was going to start the third, but I was getting bored. I called out to Mama to show her the second picture and hopefully have a change of activity. Mama came, took my book and praised my work. I was so happy! She set me up in front of the TV with Mr. Bear and let us watch some cartoons as she said she was going to pin up my pictures and then get supper ready. Time passed mindlessly as I watched the characters on the TV and listened to them and Mama in the background. Next thing you know it was time to come for dinner. Mama had me crawl to the highchair and she helped me up and locked me in. Tonight’s dinner was going to be Spaghetti, meat sauce and some veggies. Mama had set the table and gave me a bottle of water to keep me occupied. I watched as she savored her supper. She asked “what are you looking at Baby? Do you want some supper?” “You will get this for supper and then I will have you for dessert!” she replied with a smirk. She filled a plastic plate with spaghetti, meat sauce and mystery veggies. She used the side of the spoon to cut the spaghetti and then mix up the food and scoop up some and, accompanied by an airplane noise, direct it to my face. I opened my mouth as much as I could, but she made sure it hit my cheek before sliding my supper into me. This continued until I felt she had used the sauce to paint my face. “Looks like you are all done, did you have enough to eat?” she queried and I nodded my head in agreement. She took the utensils of nourishment and mild torture away to the sink and then came back with a warm washcloth to wipe down my face and release me from the chair. She helped me down and had me crawl to the bathroom for a bath. On the way out she pointed out my pictures on the fridge. She took a picture with her phone and sent it to someone. We continued to the bathroom and had me lay on the floor as she started the tub and then went to my room to get a fresh diaper and my jammies for the night. She came back and set the clothes on the floor beside me and tested the water in the tub. She turned off the water and then set herself to peeling away my clothes and diaper. I don’t even remember wetting my diaper. I still loved the sensations when crawling along, but I don’t remember when this afternoon I had wet. I was becoming the baby I was destined to be. Mama made quick work of removing the diaper and helped me into the tub. Once I was settled in she gave me a plastic boat to play with as she then dossed my head with some water then added some shampoo and started to work on washing my hair. After she rinsed my head she worked her way down cleaning me from my neck to toes interrupting my navigating the boat to the tap and back. These are the problems we have to bear with Mama getting the way by pulling my arms and legs at different times to wash them down. I stopped everything when she pulled my penis for a quick inspection and wipe down. She pulled the plug on the tub and gave me a final rinse as phone rang. She was facing timing with Kim when I was left in the drained tub, holding the boat and waiting to get out when everything stopped as Mama engaged in a lively chat with my big sister. They were talking about my pictures and then Mama came close to me and flipped the phone in my direction. “Wave and say hi to your big sister” she said. “Hi Ki-ki” I replied. I raised my free hand to wave as Mama did a full body scan on me. I could see Kiki laugh and say “He really is a Baby and has a penis to match” I shriveled and shrank while I was in the bath. “Stay there sweetie” Mama commanded as she got up and continued her chat with Kiki. I only got parts of the conversation but it seemed like stuff about what they were doing, Mama going away and the babysitter. How long was she going away for I wondered. I called out pensively “Mama?” Mama ended the chat with “I gotta go now, I will call you later.” She helped me out of the tub and got me dried, powdered, diapered and dressed for the night. Mama led me out to the living area and had me lie down on her lap with my head facing the TV. She turned on the TV to one of her programs and then we settled in to watch. I didn’t understand it, not that I am supposed to so I zoned out until Mama tilted my head up to her and had me latch on. Now it didn’t matter what happened as I zoned into sucking as she patted my back. I could hear stuff, but I didn’t recognize anything as I was focused on the moment. Later she pulled me out and repositioned me to the other breast. I continued to suckle until there was no more nectar from my Mama. She pulled me up and started to burp me. As I felt the solid thump, thump, thump on my back Mama queried me with “did you get enough dessert?” I nodded yes. You can sit beside Mama until we are finished the show. She had me slide down to the floor where I sat beside her and then I pulled one arm around her legs and started to suck my thumb. She left me there, sucking my thumb, until her show was over. She turned off the TV, reached down and replaced my thumb with the pacifier and said “It is time to have you for dessert sweetie!’ I thought she was kidding as she pulled me around and opened her legs so I was entombed between them. I am not dessert, no it is time to worship my Mama. She raised her legs and pulled down her underwear and then let her legs fall behind me with them resting on my shoulders. Her ankles kicked me into position as I got lower and started to kiss the inside of her legs and work my way to center of her universe. As I came to the center the kissing turned into licking and then as I entered the gates of freedom my tongue was extended as I started to explore paradise. For me, paradise did not taste very sweet, but for her she pushed my head in as far as my face would let it go. I felt I would suffocate as Mama continued to push me in. “In you go babe, in further” I heard in the distance as I felt more of my face and head slid into her. Wow! Was she opening up so her baby could go back in, or was I shrinking? She pushed my head down and then my forehead up and in. I got a breathe before she repositioned me to explore and then drink in her nectar. The movement was violent as she had a total grasp on my head and her legs were opening and constricting back and forth. Finally, the activity slowed down as she pushed me down and released me she sighed. “I am going to miss this” she said. “Huh” I mistakenly replied. “Oh Baby, Mama is going away tomorrow for a day. Mama needs a me day. You will be okay. Your babysitter Is coming to take care of you the whole time I am away. We went over everything today. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I will call and check in to make sure you are okay” she said. “Let’s get you into bed, come on” she said as she got up from the couch, patted her tight and walked towards my room expecting that I would obediently follow. I took me a few minutes to process what had happened. I heard “Hurry up” as I got up to crawl to my crib. It was a shock that Mama was going to leave me, but I understood that she needed a day away for her. I started slowly crawling to her as I heard again “Hurry up, come on sweetie.” I made my way to the crib and Mama helped me up. She tucked me in, gave me a kiss good night and then started the mobile. She went to the door, turned around, blew me a kiss and said “night, night”. The light went out, the door was closed, and it was dark.

I woke up to Mama being in the room with my babysitter from a week or so ago. They were chatting about me when Mama must have noticed I was up and said ‘Wakey, Wakey sleepy head, did you have a good nap?” The fog was clearing from my sleep when I saw the babysitter and then felt fear. It must have registered on my face as she broke into the biggest grin I have ever seen. Mama said “Do you remember your Babysitter from last week? We made arrangements for this coming weekend.” How could I forget! Last time she arrived, I was massaging Mama’s feet. After Mama left, she had me work on her feet before she had me worship her! It was confirmed that she would be back to take care of me – more like I would have to worship her. Last time, after she got what she wanted, she confined me to my crib for a nap. Nothing to look forward to. I remember the view from before and it was something to behold; but no good would come from it. I was helpless, there was nothing I could do or say as I resigned myself to my fate of another babysitting session with her. Mama and the babysitter went to the door and Mama said “We will be back soon to take of you” as they left and closed the door behind them. I filled my diaper as a gift for Mama or the Babysitter and waited for the door to re-open. It seemed to take ages as I laid down on the crib, pulled up my legs and pulled a toe into my mouth as I looked up to the still mobile. I continued to suck my toe. This was a new sensation as I got lost into sucking my toe as Mama opened the door. She came to my crib as I was still sucking my toe when she asked “is baby hungry?’ I wasn’t hungry, I had just become addicted to the sensation of sucking my toe as I nodded yes. Mama dropped the rail to my crib and the toe escaped as Mama scooped up my legs and turned me around in the crib. She sat at the foot of the crib and placed my head on her lap and then started to undo the front of her blouse. It was snack time. I must have been like a fish out of water opening and closing my mouth in anticipation of what was to come. I latched on and pulled the nipple to the roof of my mouth and began to suck. Quickly we came into a rhythm as Mama stroked my face as I drew the nourishing liquid from her. I looked up into her kind face and then closed my eyes and lived for the moment. I was in heaven as I continued to suck and savor the warm liquid and felt the sensations of Mama’s warm soft hand on my forehead and face. This continued until Mama stopped stroking my head and lifted it up pulling me away from her breast. She repositioned me up and over to the next breast. I was momentarily disoriented and then reconnected myself to the source of my being. Again I closed my eyes and snuggled in close to my Mama and was lost in the moment as I took in the warm milk and her soft hands caressing my face. The time came for all good things to end and Mama released me from her and declared it was time to get me changed and ready for the rest of the day. She helped me out of the crib and onto the floor. She put the pacifier in my mouth, unsnapped me and then got to work cleaning up my diaper. I was wiped down, powdered and tapped back up. Mama snapped me into a blue onesie and white socks and declared it was time for me to follow her. I followed her to my play area and rejoined Mr. Bear as Mama put out some crayons and my coloring book. She asked me to make some new pictures for her to pin on her fridge. I settled in, organized my crayons, set Mr. Bear to the side so her could help and then proceeded to pick a picture to color. This was the life. Not a care in the world. I wanted to make Mama proud, so I made sure to take my time and color the best I could inside the lines. This was important since Mama was going to put my artwork on the fridge for all to see.

I was now aware of the wetness in my diapers. It didn’t feel bad; no, it felt good! I reflected on the feelings and Mama and felt warm inside. I loved being her baby. I could do whatever I wanted. I played with Mr. Bear, I could play with my toys, I could color, or I could just suck on my soother and watch something on the TV. I was happy to be her baby boy. I finished up the house for Mr. Bear to his satisfaction and then turned my attention back to the TV. The TV had some mindless kids program on, yet it matched my mindless moment as I was mesmerized by whatever I was watching. I think I fell into a trace – amazed and filled with wonder at the screen. Next thing I knew Mama was beside me and coaxing me to follow her for lunch. I followed her back to the kitchen and then she helped me up into the highchair. Once I was secured in the chair I noticed the table was set with a plate with a toasted sandwich, a bowl of soup, a bowl of salad and a bowl of mac & cheese. Mama came back with a bottle for me and placed it in my mouth and made sure I had a good grasp of it. She then sat down and started to work on her lunch glancing over to me to ensure that I was working on my bottle. I raised the bottle and started to dutifully suck on the contents while glancing back at Mama. Mama caught my glance and smiled back as she continued to enjoy her lunch. I sucked the bottle dry and she could hear me sucking air. She looked up, took the bottle, placed the pacifier back in my mouth and continued with her lunch. After Mama finished her lunch, she let out a sigh and moved her dishes to the side and reoriented herself to face me. Yippee! Lunchtime! She removed the pacifier from my mouth and then scooped up some mac & cheese as she instructed “open wide.” I complied and looked forward to the spoon landing in my mouth. She continued feeding me without any events. She scraped the last of the cheese in the spoon and said “Last one sweetie.” I finished the last spoon to “good boy!” That is what I wanted to hear and looked forward to as I smiled back at her. She then got a cloth and wiped down my face. Apparently the operation was not as clean as I thought. Mama put the bowl and spoon on the table and then unsnapped the highchair. I followed her down and continued to crawl to my room. I was learning the routine and now it was time for my afternoon nap. There was no reason to fight it as I would then get some unpleasant consequences so I continued to follow her and let her help me up into my crib. She put the soother back in my mouth, raised the rail and popped my nose with her finger as she said “nite, nite sweetie, time for your nap.” I think my body was also getting used to the routine; soon after she closed the door I fell asleep.

I woke up early in morning while it was still dark in the room. There was a hint of light and the promise of a new day. I was bored and could call out to mama for food and some interaction, but I thought better of it as I started processing the events from yesterday. I knew I was her property and that I might also become a grad gift to Juju. I was still working though the loss of their dad and his friend. If he had not died I would not be here. I realized that an adult baby is poor substitute for a real man; nevertheless here I am. Shelby reminded me that my job was to make Mama happy any way I can. Maybe, if I am a real good baby Mama will keep me and get another grad gift for Juju. I located my soother and placed it back in my mouth and lay back and started to suck. My legs were dangling above me and occasionally coming down to impact the front of my diaper as I my eyes closed and let my mind drift into nothingness. I could hear music and voices from before and images from the hypnosis tapes playing as I became lost in warm sensations punctuated with the occasional impact to the front of my diaper. “Good Morning Baby” my revelry was interrupted by Mama’s greeting. I looked over as Mama came over, dressed in her bathrobe, as she commented on how well I had adapted to my new life. “You look and sound like a real baby, don’t you?” she said as she came to the crib and lowered the rail. She removed her bathrobe and climbed into the foot of the crib and then patted her lap. I turned around and positioned myself so my head was on her lap and looking up at my amazing mommy. My mind was that of a toddler as I automatically latched on and started to get my morning nourishment. We had fallen into a routine of Mama saying things that I barely understood as she held me, patted me and fed me. Somewhere in the feeding she switched me to the other side as I automatically latched onto the other breast until her flow slowed. She released the suction with her finger, pulled me up and burped me. She climbed out of the crib and helped me down as she encouraged me with “Let’s get you cleaned up with a nice warm bath to start the day.” I crawled down and followed Mama to the bathroom. She started the bath and had me lay on the floor. Everything was ready for my change and bath. I am sure I was a mess, but I did not hear a disparaging word from her. She cleaned me up, checked the water and helped me into the tub. My head got a good scrub with shampoo and she worked her way from top to bottom commenting on the various parts of my anatomy as she worked her way through to my feet. There was little time to get distracted with a ducky as I was fully engaged with Mama as she washed me and cared for me so intently. She helped me out and I was engulfed by a thick white terry towel where she made sure I was dry before having me lie down on a diaper. After some cream and powder I was secured inside the diaper and ready to pick between a white or powder blue onesie. I chose the powder blue and Mama quickly pulled it over my head and down to my bottom. I lifted up so she could pull it through and then snap it in place. The deal was sealed when she patted me on my padded bottom and said “Come, follow me sweetie.” I crawled after her as she got up and went to the highchair in the kitchen. She helped me up and snapped me in and then went to the counter to pick out and heat a bottle of adult baby formula for me. After she tested it, she came back, gave me the bottle and then headed to her room. I worked on my bottle and looked around as I waited for Mama to return. Mama returned dressed casually and with a minimum of make-up and headed to the cupboard to set out some dishes on the table and then she boiled water as she pulled food from the pantry and fridge. She poured some orange juice, coffee and made Oatmeal. She set the orange juice and coffee on her spot and then went back and ladled out two bowls of Oatmeal and added blueberries to the top of the one bowl. She came back and set both bowls on the table. Mama tried the Oatmeal and said “You will have to wait until yours cools down and Mama has her breakfast Baby”. I watched Mama intently as she took her time savoring her Oatmeal, berries, coffee and juice. Eventually Mama had finished her breakfast and caught up on her phone. It was time for my breakfast. She took my bowl and her spoon and started to scoop out my oatmeal and directed the spoon to my mouth “Open wide” she said as I complied with the request. I continued to drink in the oatmeal and felt it slide down my throat. I was slowing down as I started to get full as Mama continued to shove the spoon into my mouth. At first I thought I was fast, neat and clean. By the end I am sure I was slow and a mess. Mama took her time loading the last spoon as she scrapped the remains from the bowl and then sent the spoon, loaded with oatmeal, into my awaiting mouth. “All done” she proclaimed as she set down the bowl and spoon and then proceeded to wipe my mouth with the bib. She then got up and took her dishes to the kitchen counter and then came back with a washcloth. She wiped down my face, cleaned my hands and then helped me down to the floor. “Let’s go sweetie” she said as left the wash cloth behind and guided me to my play area. I was reunited with Mr. Bear and my toys. “You play nicely for Mama while I take care of a few things” she said as she made sure that I was contained in the play area then returned to the kitchen. My coloring book and crayons were in one corner and some blocks, a box with Duplo and cars were in another corner. Choices, I had all these choices – I decided to play with my Duplo. I started to build the outside wall to a house big enough that Mr. Bear could live in it. I continued working on the house, with Mr. Bear’s input, until Mama came back and turned on the TV. I looked up and saw Curious George. Mr. Bear was not happy that I slowed down my construction project while watching the show. The show was over and another show appeared and some time later Mama came by and I called out “Mama”. I wanted to show her what I had done for Mr. Bear. “That looks good sweetie” she said and then knelt down and sniffed my back and then stuck finger up the front of the onesie. “No” I cried. “Stop it” she said “I am just checking, looks like you are wet. I can’t depend on you to say anything.” I was so occupied working on the house I did not realize I had wet my diapers. I could not be too bad as there was no trickle down my leg. Mama got up and went back through the kitchen.