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Chapter 10 “I think it’s been a long morning. Let’s tuck you in for a nap. How’s your diaper?” Alex just blushed. “Did you pee-pee again?” “Maybe.” “Ok, well let’s go get you in a fresh diaper and then we its beddy-bye time.” She wiped the few remaining crumbs from his lunch off his face and led him off to their guest bedroom. “Um mommy, why are we going in here? I sleep in our bedroom.” “I know you do, but I want to make sure that you get your rest and if I need to get in our bedroom while you are napping, I won’t wake you up.” With a satisfactory answer, he popped in his pacifier and laid down on the bed. “My goodness, what a wet baby you are. That’s ok, mommy is so proud of you for going potty in your diaper.” She tickled his belly. “No tickle mommy,” he giggled behind his paci. He felt so peaceful. Why had he been fighting this? A chance at a second childhood may be on the greatest gifts he had ever received and he was so happy that this time he had a much better mommy. “I wuv you, mommy.” “Oh sweetheart, I love you, to the moon and back.” She finished taping his new diaper in place and helped him get under the blankets. “I have one more thing for you. I was gonna wait until tonight, but I think it’s the right time. I was out shopping the other day and I saw this fella and I remembered you telling me that you didn’t remember having a stuffed animal as a kid. So he had to come home with me.” She produced a fluffy polar bear stuffie. His eyes lit up and then got misty. “You got this for me?” “All yours. I remember you saying that you always liked seeing the polar bears the most at the zoo when you were a kid.” “Mhhhmm. They are my favorite. Thank you so much mommy.” “Of course, pumpkin. Now it’s time for you and your new friend to get some sleep.” She kissed his forehead and closed the door quietly behind her. He was so cozy with his fuzzy new friend and a fresh diaper. He didn’t remember the last time he got to take an afternoon nap. It didn’t take long for him to drift off. # # # # “There’s my sweet baby boy.” His eyes opened. He wasn’t in the guest bedroom anymore. He was in a crib, his crib. He was in the nursery that he had become so acquainted with every night. He had dreaded for so long that he was turning into a baby, but now that it was happening, he welcomed it. He peered through the bars of his crib to find the sweet voice of his mommy. He felt the bulb of his pacifier ensconced in his mouth. The diapers that had once caused so much anguish now were now a source of comfort and security. He wondered why he had ever hated them. Especially now when his mommy so lovingly changed him. “Is my baby ready to get out and play?” He scanned the room again, looking for her. Where was she? He pulled himself onto his knees, using the rail of the crib to steady himself. The overgrown nursery made him feel so small. Gone were all the stressors of life. He had his mommy to take care of him. He felt his crotch warm as he started to wet his diaper. “Oh, it looks like my baby really had to go pee-pee.” He looked down at his sodden diaper now sagging on his hips. “Mommy is so proud of you for using your diaper.” He turned to look in the direction of where her voice came from, but again she wasn’t there. A panic started to rise within him. He wanted to speak out, but he couldn’t think of many words. He couldn’t think in sentences anymore, only small words and what he wanted most was his mommy. “Mama!!!” He started to wail like an infant. “I’m right here, sweetie.” He felt frantic. He needed her. Why was she doing this to him? “Mama aahhhhhhh.” He fell back onto his soggy diaper. Another spurt of pee escaped into his already full diaper. “Mommy is right here.” He couldn’t process why it was so upset. All he knew was that mommy would make it all better. As he laid on his back wailing, his bowels released into his full diaper. “Alex, baby wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up sweetie.” He opened his eyes again. The nursery was gone and he was once again back in the guest bedroom. But then he saw her face. “Mommy!” The site of her was a relief, but some of the fear lingered. “What happened baby?” “I...I…was in my crib and I heard your voice calling to me, but I could see you anywhere. And then I started to lose my words. I was just like a little baby and I got scared because I couldn’t see you.” “Oh sweetie, that must have been so scary. But I’m here now.” She pulled him close to her chest and he softly cried. But it was then that she realized what else had happened. “Um sweetie, in your dream, do you remember making a mess in your diaper?” He thought hard for a moment, trying to recall what happened. “I um, I’m not sure. I remember feeling so small and so scared. Mommy’s not mad, are you?” “No, no, no of course not. I just wanted to see what you could remember. But let’s take a look at that diaper.” She pulled down the covers to reveal a super soaked diaper. “Um sweetie, I think we need to take you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up.” The thick, sodden padding made him waddle significantly as he got up from the bed. “Why don’t you try crawling, it might be easier.” As she watched her infantile husband drop to his knees without hesitation, she thought that perhaps his regression was moving faster than she thought. She might need to reconsider when she planned on installing a nursery. He laid on a towel on the bathroom floor while his mommy went about cleaning him up. He absentmindedly began to suck his thumb. He felt so small and helpless, but he felt safe and loved. After he was cleaned up and put in a new diaper, she helped him up and led him to the bedroom. “Let’s get you dressed and then how about we go get ice cream?” Alex just flashed a big smile and nodded. As she dressed him, she realized that she would never again view him as an equal partner. They hadn’t been married long. She thought back to the happiness and joy their wedding had brought. She was so in love, but it was different know. He was no longer a husband and she no longer a wife. He was her baby, and she was his mommy.

Chapter 9 Emily was absolutely delighted at how things were progressing, but she worried about pushing too fast. After breakfast, she let him teeter off to do his own thing which usually meant working on his model airplanes. He had set up a workspace down in the basement where he could shut the world out. The tactile craft seemed to be such a calming thing for him, barring the times when his temper got a little out of hand. Mr. Perfection sometimes beat himself for not being as good as he wanted to be. Unfortunately, with everything that had transpired in the last few weeks, he had zero interest in messing with it. So Emily was pleased to see him go enjoy himself and was happy to give him some space, for a little while. Plus, it gave her sometime to do some research. Maybe it was time to think about some redecorating. It took a little time to get used to walking around in nothing but a t-shirt and a diaper. He felt a little silly with the paci in his mouth, but he was coming to understand why babies loved them so. The time spent working on his hobbies though was helping to clear his mind of all thoughts. He paid no attention to the thick padding on his bum or the pacifier he suckled on. He was absorbed into his work, and it felt good. He had no idea how much time had elapsed, and he didn’t care, but now he started to feel an ache in his bladder. His natural inclination was to head off to the bathroom, but as he stood up, he remembered what Emily said. He sat back down and closed his eyes. Maybe if he turned his attention back to his model, he could relax enough to let go. Within a few minutes he was once again pre-occupied. And then it happened. It started as a trickle. Something in his brain signaled this was wrong and he fought the urge to clamp down on his muscles. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. The stream became heavier. He felt the diaper warm, and he realized that he was starting to enjoy that feeling. After a minute, it ended. He was nervous about leaking and he stood up to inspect. The diaper did its job and it seemed like it would probably hold more. Then it dawned on him. With a diaper, he didn’t have to worry about the interruption of getting up to go to the bathroom. Maybe there was something to this daytime diaper thing. After another hour or so, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “How’s it going down here?” “Really good. Can I show you something?” “Of course!” “I’m building a British World War 2 plane called the spitfire. Look at how detailed the cockpit is!” Emily was tickled by his enthusiasm. “Oh Alex that’s so cool. Did you build that all by yourself?” “I sure did and then next I’m gonna start painting the camouflage on it.” “I can’t wait to see how it turns out. My boy is so talented.” “Thank you mommy.” She leaned over and gave him a big squeeze. “I came down to tell you though that I made lunch.” “Awesome, I’m hungry.” Alex stood up to follow her up the stairs. “Alex, sweetheart? Are you wet baby?” He felt mortified. Wasn’t that what he was supposed to do? Was she judging him? Flashbacks of his own mother scolding him rushed in. Tears came on in an instant. “I…I…was busy working and I had to go potty and so I went pee-pee. Please don’t spank me! I’m sorry.” Emily quickly reached for his pacifier and placed it in his mouth to help console him. “Sweetheart, why on earth would I spank you when mommy told you to use your diaper? I’m not trying to trick you. That would be so mean. It’s just the opposite, I am thrilled that you used your diaper. In fact, I think that deserves a reward.” “Really? Like what?” He perked up at the sound of a reward. “Hmmm, how about this afternoon we go get some ice cream? How does that sound?” Alex nodded with a big smile. “Are you sure you won’t get mad if I use my diaper?” “How many times do I have to tell you that I want you to. Let me ask you something. Who am I?” “What do you mean?” “Who am I?” “Ummm, mommy?” “That’s right. Now tell me what you are wearing? ‘A diaper.” “Right again. Good job sweetie. Now who wears diapers?” “Babies?’ “So if I’m mommy and you are in a diaper, what does that make you? “A baby?” “Correction, my baby. And do babies need to worry about going to the potty?” “No.” “So should you.” “I guess not.” “GOOD! I don’t want to hear anything else about this.” “Can I tell you something?” “Sure.” “Ummm, it was really nice that I didn’t have to get up to go to the potty when I had to go pee-pee. I could just keep working on my model.” “That’s wonderful sweetie. That settles it then. No more potty for baby Alex, only diapers from now on.” Somewhere in the recesses of his mind he felt like he should be bothered by this, but instead, he felt nothing but excitement. She patted his diaper. “You can definitely wait a little while before we get you changed. You are gonna have to get used to being in a wet or messy diaper. I won’t always be able to change you immediately. But lets go eat.”

Chapter 8 The morning light billowed through the bedroom windows and the couple began to stir. Alex awoke with an odd sensation in his mouth. It was the pacifier she had surprised him with last night. The last he remembered was dozing off at her breast. She must have replaced her own nipple with that of the silicone one. He blushed when he noticed that Emily was smiling at her boy with his pacifier. “How’s my baby boy this morning?” Alex spit out the pacifier and started to get up out of bed. “Uh, I’m fine. I think.” He started to make his way towards the bathroom. “Where do you think you are going?” “Emily, I really need to pee.” “Did you already forget about last night?” “Uhh? Oh right. Sorry…mommy.” “That’s much better. Secondly, what do you think you have around your waist. I want you to use.” “But I only need it at night. And its already wet.” “Well these diapers are designed to hold a lot more, and I’m not going to have you waste. Come back over here before I spank your bottom.” “Please just let me go use the toilet real quick.” “You can go pee-pee right here in front of mommy, I don’t mind at all.” “I don’t think I can go right here in front of you.’ “Alex, how many mornings now have I removed your soggy diapers. I think you will be fine. But suit yourself. Hold it as long as you want, but that diaper is not coming off until you go. Now come back to bed and snuggle with me.” Alex groaned and plopped back into bed. Emily pulled him in close. “Such a grumpy baby this morning.” She place the pacifier back in his mouth. Her hand meandered down to the front of his diaper. He gasped as she played with him through the diaper. “Do you like that baby?” Alex could only nod. “Well, if you want me to keep going, you will need to go pee-pee.” He closed his eyes in frustration. “Don’t you want to be a good boy for mommy?” He tried to relax his mind and his bladder. He felt like he was about to let go, but his body wouldn’t let him. It came in waves. One minute it was if the dam was about to burst and then nothing. Emily noticed his frustration. “Let me take your mind off of it sweetie.” She pulled his head to her breast. He needed no coaxing as to what to do next. “There you go sweet boy. Let it all out for mommy.” He was a helpless as an infant when he was at her breast, but he was always so content. Within a few minutes, his bladder let go. “Oh my god, I’m going to pee!” Emily was thrilled. “Mmmmm, such a good boy.” After what seemed like forever, the stream of urine slowed and then ended. He could feel how full his diaper was. Emily however still felt there was a little use still left in it. Her hand resumed playing with his crotch. She pressed the warm wet diaper into him, and he let out a moan. “Mommy loves it when you wet your diaper. Such a good baby for mommy.” It didn’t take long for him to climax. Emily felt her own panties grow wet from her excitement. “Do you think you can change me?” “Not just yet, baby. Mommy needs you to suck on something else.” She pushed him down to her crotch. “Show mommy what a good boy you are.” # # # Alex lowered himself in the steaming water of the large tub in their master bathroom. After the events of that morning, Emily coaxed him into forging his usual shower and let her draw him a nice hot, bath. He reveled in the respite that came with Saturday. Nowhere to be, nothing to get done, just much needed relaxation. But it also gave him time to reflect on everything that had transpired. He couldn’t believe how far things had gotten. His view of his wife was fundamentally shifting. He doubted that he could ever again be an equal in his relationship. How could he? She certainly seemed more than comfortable with the direction that their relationship had taken. But how much further would it go? What was her endgame? What was is own endgame? He had acquiesced so far to everything. Was there a line in the sand or was he willing to let it go as far as she wanted it to? Then there were those persistent dreams. Did his true desires lay within his subconscious? It didn’t take a genius to connect that his mommy issues were a major underlying factor. His heart fluttered though anytime he reminisced on his nightly regression. Maybe those boys were right all those years ago. Maybe was just a baby that needed his diapers. But that thought wasn’t so bad now. The last few weeks had shown time and time again that he was loved no matter what. Emily was his mommy now and he would follow her lead as scary as that might sound. Alex was roused from his thoughts when she entered the bathroom. She kneeled down beside the tub. “Are you enjoying your bath?” “It’s wonderful. Thank you.” “Of course. Now I don’t want you to object, but I’m going to get you nice and clean.” She soaped up a washcloth and lovingly set about lathering him up. “Stand up for me sweetheart.” He willingly complied with her instructions. He wanted to allow himself to sink further into his regression. But it was so hard. He was envious of the people who did whatever they wanted without fear. The confidence that he had in his mind before she came in had dissipated. Negativity creeped back in telling him that if he gave into infantile desires that she would judge him. All he wanted to do was pop his thumb into his mouth, but his nerves got the better of him. Just ask her if it was ok. Emily was unaware of the mental turmoil as she washed between his legs. “Um, can I talk to you about something?” “Absolutely, what is it?” He lowed himself back into the tub. “I’m scared that if I start to act or behave like a child that you will judge me.” “Oh sweetheart, that is absolute nonsense. Do you think if I was judging you that any of this would be happening?” “I don’t know. I guess I’m scared that you are secretly resenting me. I think my childhood left scars deeper than I realized. I fear being ridiculed and scorned like my mother used to.” A few tears ran down his cheeks. “Look at me right now. Honestly, fuck your mother. She is a nasty human being. I’m not her Alex. You will always know where I stand. I want to be your mommy now more than anything. I want you to feel comfortable and safe to just be whoever you want to be. So don’t you ever feel like you have to hide yourself from me. Ok?” “Thank you. I can’t thank you enough for the love you have shown me. I know I can be a pain in the ass at times. But I’m really trying to let all of that pain go. I can’t do it with you. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as amazing as you.” “Now you are going to make mommy cry. I love you so much my sweet boy. But can I ask was there something in particular that you wanted?” “You will probably laugh, but when you started washing me up, I had an urge to suck my thumb.” “Is that all? You can suck your thumb anytime. What did you think about the paci?” “Um, I think I like it. I want to try it again.” “Absolutely. Anything else?” “Umm, I don’t know right now.” “Ok, well if you think of anything, all you have to do is ask. Now why don’t you pop that thumb in and let mommy finish cleaning you up.” She smiled as his thumb made its way to his mouth. He watched as she grabbed a bottle of baby shampoo and squeezed a healthy amount onto her palm. Alex wondered what other things she had acquired and now he was eager to find out. She lovingly massaged the shampoo into his hair. He was in seventh heaven. He could get used to being pampered like this. She grabbed a cup and filled it with water. With a hand over his eyes, she started rinsing out the soap. He was awestruck by how maternal she was. “Ok sweetheart. Let’s get you out and dried off.” He stepped out with her help and she set about wiping him off with a towel. “Would you like mommy to get you some bath toys for next time?” With his thumb still securely between his lips, he just nodded. “Ok, we can do that.” She wrapped the towel around his shoulders and led him to the bedroom. “Lay down sweetheart. We need to get my little jaybird all dressed for the day” Alex watched her as she started to fluff up another diaper like the one she had put on him the previous evening. “Um mommy, I don’t need those during the day.” “Well I thought since it’s Saturday, it might be fine to wear all day. Just give it a chance. Will you do that for me?” “Ok. I’ll try. But what if I don’t like it?” “Let’s give it a go first and then we can talk about it.” She reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the pacifier. “Here you go sweetheart.” He felt her apply a liberal amount of powder and then pull up the thick garment. “So for today the potty is off limits.” “What!?” He spit out the pacifier in shock. “You heard me. If you need to go potty you need to use your diaper.” “But what if I need to you know, go um, you know?” “What, go poopy?” He just nodded. She replaced his pacifier. “I meant what I said. The potty is off limits. Now let’s get you a t-shirt.” “What, no panths?” He lisped through the pacifier. “I want to be able to see when you need changing. But don’t you worry. Your new clothes are coming.” She pulled a solid, bright blue shirt over his head. “Is my baby hungry?”

There will be more.

Chapter 1 Alex walked along the path with the other day campers. It was supposed to be a week filled with fun. But it was only the second day and he wasn’t feeling well. He could feel his bowels churning and he knew he needed the bathroom. He thought he might be able to hold until he got home later that afternoon. He had developed an aversion to going number two in public bathrooms. He was petrified of others judging him for something that literally every human being does. Alex was determined to tough it out and avoid the anxiety. Throughout the morning, his stomach felt like a rollercoaster. He tried to act like nothing was wrong in front of the other campers, but his guts felt howling. The walked along the path through the trees until they reached an area where an archery range had been set up. Archery had been one of the activities that had excited him the most. It was just his luck. The activity he wanted to do most landed on the day he didn’t feel well. He tried to suck it up and block his intestinal anguish from his mind. It was now his turn. A fellow camper handed him the bow. A pile of arrows lay on the ground next to his feet. He bent down to pick one up and that’s when it happened. Alex lost all control and could not prevent the mess from filling his pants. His mind was screaming, but he tried to remain calm and act as if nothing had happened. He grabbed an arrow and straightened up. Maybe no one would notice, but everyone noticed. Before he could nock the arrow, his camp leader approached him. Now he noticed the other kids were pointing and snickering. “He just shit his pants like a baby!” Alex was mortified and the tears started to flow. “Let’s get you back and try to get you cleaned up,” the camp leader said taking him by the hand. “Make sure to put the baby back in diapers!” The other boys were relentless, and all Alex could do was cry and be led away like a messy toddler. The camp leader was a teenage girl which of course only added to his embarrassment. He was going to be ten years old that summer and now he felt like his life was over. He would never live this down. He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him up. He couldn’t control his sobbing. The jeers and the laughter faded as a new voice started to echo in his ears. “It’s ok. You are alright, everything is ok. Wake up!” Alex bolted awake. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks. His new bride was trying to console him, “It was just a bad dream sweetheart. It’s all over now.” Still a bit, disoriented he tried to calm himself down. Anytime he thought about that day when he was kid, that embarrassment and mortification welled up within him. It had been nearly twenty years since it happened and he had never told anyone about it. But it still haunted him. His wife of all of two weeks was being so kind and sweet. She was stroking his hair, trying to comfort him, when she noticed the smell. “Oh Alex, sweetheart, I think you had an accident. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Alex had been so lost in the memory of his nightmare that he didn’t notice the state of his pajama bottoms. He felt the warmth around his crotch, but then he noticed the mess in his underwear. “Can you stand up for me sweetheart?” The panic and embarrassment he felt all those years ago welled with in him once again. He stood sobbing, unable to move while she stripped the bed. “Looks like we caught it before it seeped into the mattress. It’s ok Alex. Accidents happen.” Emily had never seen him this upset before and her heart ached to see him so emotional. She grabbed his hand and led him into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He was paralyzed by the intensity of his emotions and it was clear he needed her help. She helped him out of his t-shirt and wet pajama pants, leaving him in his messy and sodden white briefs. He closed his eyes and remembered standing in the bathroom stall trying to clean himself up as his camp leader scrounged for clothing. All she had found a was an oversized t-shirt that fit him like a dress. His soiled clothes were placed in a trash bag. He felt the icy stares of all his fellow campers as he walked to the car with his parents who had came to take him home early. “Ok, lets get these messy undies off.” Emily gingerly pulled his underwear down, hoping to keep his mess contained. As she slid them down to his ankles, he carefully stepped out of them without making a big mess. “Good boy. Let’s just throw these away. We can always get more.” Did she just say ‘good boy’ like he was a big dumb baby? But then he remembered that his bride literally helped him out of his shit filled underwear. He looked at her and her face expressed nothing but love and concern for him. “God, Emily I’m so sorry. This has never, ever happened to me. I swear. Please believe me. Jesus, I’m so embarrassed. I bet you didn’t imagine having to do this when we took our vows.” “Alex. It’s not the end of the world. I don’t love you any less. Like I said accidents happen. Now, can you manage cleaning yourself up in the shower while I go put new sheets on the bed?” Alex nodded and stepped into the shower. The warm water helped him to start to regain his composure. After cleaning himself up, he hopped out and grabbed the towel Emily had left on the bathroom counter. Wrapping it around his waist, he walked back to the bedroom where his beautiful bride sat waiting for him on the bed. She had laid out new pajamas for him. After getting dressed, he was ready to climb back into bed. As he pulled back the covers, he noticed that a large towel had been draped across his side of the bed. “Before you get upset, this is just for precaution. Ok?” Alex sighed. “I understand.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Thank you.” She gave him a quizzical look, “For what?” “For taking care of me. I feel really embarrassed and you were very sweet. So I want you to know how much I appreciate it.” “Oh sweetheart. Anything to help my sweet, handsome man. I love you.” And with that she turned off the lights as the couple attempted to drift back to sleep. Chapter 2 Alex woke up with a start. The sun peered through the windows. He frantically reached for his phone to check the time. Shit! It was after ten. He jumped out of bed and started to get himself ready to head into the office when Emily came in. “Fuck, I’m late. I overslept.” Alex was frantically looking through his dresser drawer for matching socks when Emily put her arms around him. “I took the liberty of calling your boss this morning and told him you were sick and he told me to take good care of you today and that he would see you tomorrow.” Alex took a deep breath and managed a smile, “God, I knew there was a reason I married you.” She returned the smile and kissed him on the lips. “Why don’t you get yourself dressed and we can head out for an early lunch. Sound good?” After getting himself ready, the couple headed to their favorite café. They sat out on the patio and soaked in the day’s warm sunshine. Alex was so glad she had called out for him. He needed a day to relax. Although they had just gotten married, they had yet to take their honeymoon. Between wedding planning and his demanding job, the last few months had been exhausting. So this unexpected respite was sorely needed. He was starting to relax and then the memory of the previous evening crept back in. He could feel his chest tighten and as that anxiety grew. He prayed that Emily would say nothing of it. “Alex, can we talk for a moment?” God damnit. He knew what the tone of her voice meant. “It’s about last night, isn’t it? Can we just forget it? It was a freak thing and I promise it will never happen again.” “Alex, I think we need to talk about it. Open communication is important for our marriage. We have to be able to talk.” She reached across the table and took his hands in hers. “Look at me. I know you are embarrassed, but you don’t have to be. I’m not mad or upset. I just want to know what’s going on. Ok?” “Fine.” “Do you remember what you were dreaming about last night that got you so upset? You were crying pretty hard in your sleep.” Alex took a deep breath trying to muster the courage to recount the incident he had as a child. He had never talked about it with anyone, but he felt now that he had no choice. “Ya. I had a nightmare about something that happened when I was a kid.” “What happened?” “When I was 9 years old, I pooped my pants while I was at summer camp.” Emily couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her mouth. “Go ahead. Laugh it up, but it really messed with me.” “I’m sorry. That was really inconsiderate for me to laugh at you. I just thought it was going to be something, a bit more, you know…dramatic.” “Easy for you to say. I can still hear those kids laughing and taunting me, telling me that I was just a baby who needed his diapers. I have never felt anything so embarrassing in my life.” Her smirk faded to that of sympathy as he spoke. “I can only imagine how that could be really traumatizing at that age. I’m so sorry that happened, but can I ask you another question?” Alex ran his hands through his hair and exhaled, “Well why not? You now know something I’ve never told anyone.” “And I really appreciate you being open with me about it. But I wanted to ask if you have ever had nighttime accidents before.” Alex rolled his head back in exasperation. “Come on, really. This was just a one time thing. I swear it won’t happen again.” “Alex!” Her tone caused him to immediately pause. It was like that of a mother demanding a wayward child’s attention. He had never heard her sound like that, and he wasn’t sure how to react, so he just went quiet. “Alex. I’m not asking this because I’m trying to embarrass you or make you feel guilty for last night. I want to reiterate that I’m not mad or upset at you because accidents happen. But I need to know if I need take any precautions for the future that’s all.” For a moment, no words could escape him. He didn’t want to admit it, but at the same time, he didn’t want to lie to her. The fact of the matter was since that day, Alex had numerous bouts of bedwetting throughout his teen years. He stilled remembered the scolding his mother would give him. He still felt the embarrassment of being 15 and pulled over his mother’s lap and being spanked. It wasn’t his fault, but he was being punished nonetheless. These bedwetting episodes were so frequent that his mother would diaper him at night. His youngest brother who was only 4 at the time did a better job of keeping his pants dry at night. He remembered so many nights tossing and turning in his thick, crinkly diapers. Maybe those boys had been right. Maybe he was nothing but a baby who needed his diapers. There had been spells in college when it happened. Yet, the previous night was the first time it had happened since before he started dating Emily. He fretted when things with Emily got more serious that he would have an accident. But it had been years, and nothing had happened. The fear and anxiety started to dissipate. He had managed to make that day a distant memory and he thought that he had finally turned a corner. But it all come flooding back last night. Quite literally. He sighed and tried to muster the courage to speak. “Yes. All throughout my teen years and even into college. My mom diapered me every night for quite a while. But, as you know, it’s never happened in the time we’ve been together. I’m sure this was just a fluke.” When she heard him mention being diapered, she got butterflies in her belly. She couldn’t comprehend it, but she was intrigued by the thought of him clad in nothing but a thick diaper. “I am really proud of you for being open with me. I think you were really brave and like I said, you have nothing to be ashamed about. But, if this happens again, we will have to do something, ok?” “Like, I said. I’m pretty sure it was just a one off-thing.” But inside, he wasn’t so sure. Chapter 3 “I’m not a baby, I’m not. Please no!” “Alex, wake up!” Emily shook him and roused her husband from what sounded like another nightmare. Alex sat up. It was very evident that he had been sobbing in his sleep and he felt clammy all over. His neck and scalp were damp with sweat. Emily was softly rubbing his back trying to help calm him down. “Was it the same dream this time sweetheart?” “No, this time I was being diapered by mother and talking to me as if I were an infant. But what was weird is that I was a grown man in the dream. She just completely ignored my pleas to stop. The dream felt so real and control was slipping away from me.” Emily wrapped her arm around him and pulled his head down onto her shoulder. “Oh baby, its all over now. Just a dream, right?” As she cradled his head with one hand, the other reached down to check his pants. When he felt her hand on his crotch, he immediately recoiled. “Hey, what are you doing?” “Alex, I just need to check and see if you had any accidents.” Alex flung the covers up and revealed a giant wet spot. He jumped out of bed and looked down at his sodden pajama pants. Tears trickled down his cheeks again. Emily walked up behind him and pulled back the waist of his pants for inspection. She wrapped her arms around him and pecked his cheek. “Hey, look on the bright side, you only wet yourself tonight.” Alex just quietly sobbed. She turned him around. “Look at me.” She pulled his chin up so that his eyes were locked with hers. “I know it’s hard, but it’s not the end of the world. We will work through this together, I promise. I love you more and more each day.” “I don’t want you to think less of me. I want to still be a man in your eyes, not someone you have to take care of.” “All nonsense. You are my darling husband, and I wouldn’t have you be anyone else. I’m not going anywhere and, like I said, we will get through this together. There is no problem we can’t tackle together. Now, take off your pants and go rinse off real quick while I change the sheets.” “I’m so sorry that I did this a second night in a row.” “I know baby, but it’s not your fault. I got this covered. Now shower up and we will cuddle when you come back to bed.” The warm water eased his mental state a bit and started feel a little better. After dawning new pajamas, he was ready to clamber back into bed. He walked back into the bedroom upon where his attention was immediately drawn to his wife. She was laying in the bed with the blankets only up to her navel. But what drew his gaze was the fact that she had removed her nightgown. He had never been able to hide his infatuation with her ample bosom. He stood there for a moment thinking how lucky he was to have such a beautiful, sweet woman sharing his bed. “Are you coming in silly?” “I am. I was just admiring your beauty.” “Aw, you are so sweet. I have the best hubby.” Alex climbed into bed. He noticed that another towel had been laid across his side of the bed. His heart sank a bit and Emily noticed the subtle change in his expression. He understood why it was there, but it didn’t feel great. “Come here, sweetheart. I think you need some cuddles.” Alex looked up at her with almost puppy dog eyes. “That’s it, lay your head on my chest.” With her breast as a pillow, he laid his head upon her. He wrapped his arm around her waist. The warmth of her touch and the rhythm of her breathing lulled Alex into a complete state of relaxation. Emily could feel the tension escape his body and she knew he absolutely needed it. She ran a hand through his hair and kissed his forehead. “By the way there is nothing wrong with being taken care of.” She started to softly hum as he drifted off to sleep. Before sleep overcame her, those same butterflies in her belly returned as she thought about Alex being diapered. Until yesterday no such thought had ever crossed her mind. Was she crazy for feeling excited by that? Surely no wife fantasizes about infantilizing their husband. Do they? Alex looked so peaceful, and her heart melted. Chapter 4 After Alex left for work, Emily pulled out her laptop. Google was the source for all things, and she wanted to see if anyone else fantasized about the same things. She began to type into the search bar: Wives who want to diaper their husband. The first hit was forum thread about wives who had started diapering their bedwetting husbands. She read post after post about how they wouldn’t have it any other way. They loved how it made their husbands obedient. But then one thread really captured her interest. About three years into our marriage, my husband started wetting the bed. I started with plastic sheets, but they were noisy, and I just needed a different solution. That’s when I started with the diapers. He was extremely reluctant at first and it took a great amount of coaxing. I made sure that every time I put him in his nighttime diaper that I doted over him. He couldn’t hide the fact that he enjoyed the extra attention he got. After about the second week, I started diapering him earlier and earlier each evening. Once he was in his diaper, the bathroom was off limits which meant he either had to hold it or use his diaper. If he did use it before bedtime, I would change him which only encourage him to use it. Within a couple of weeks, he didn’t think twice about peeing his diaper in front of me. I felt so maternal and loved every bit of it. As we didn’t have any children, I started to view him more and more as my baby. One evening we started fooling around in bed. He was about to remove his diaper and I slapped his hand telling him that only mommy could take off his diaper. I could see his confusion and even a sense of rejection. I told him he could make mommy happy in other ways. Surprisingly her didn’t object as he nursed from my breasts and even went down there. I in turn, returned the favor by making him cum in his diapers, all the while telling him that mommy loved it when her baby wet his diaper. From that night on, he has only called me mommy and I am turning him more and more into a little baby. I’ve even started the process to start lactating and he is always very eager to nurse from mommy. I have him diapers 24/7, he even goes to work in his diapers. We are also in the process of making a nursery for him. I don’t know if I will ever let him grow up. The butterflies were back. Her panties grew damp as she read more and more. The thought of returning Alex to infancy was intoxicating. She knew it would take time, but maybe this bedwetting thing was a blessing in disguise. Emily continued to explore the web, uncovering a world she had no clue existed. She read more and more about adult babies and diaper lovers and the mommies that cared for their little ones. She was amazed that she had never knew anything about this before. She always knew she had a maternal side, but this excited her like nothing had before. She couldn’t believe the things that were available to these big babies, the diapers and clothes and even furniture. The impulse was to go crazy and start ordering everything, but she resisted the temptation. She settled on a few cases of diapers and a onesie. She looked out across the living room and started to daydream. Alex sitting on the floor clad in just a diaper while he watched silly little kid shows. She imagined checking the state of his diaper or feeding him his bottle. But what really enticed her was the idea of nursing him. She looked down at her cleavage. No one would ever say they were small, but now she fantasized about them swollen and full of milk. Her phone buzzed which snapped her back to reality. Noticing the time, she couldn’t believe how long she had been researching this whole new world. Alex would be home in a few hours, and she still needed to pick up a few things to start this adventure. With that, she grabbed her keys and set off. # # # It was about that time when Alex and Emily started their bedtime routine. While Alex took his evening shower, Emily retrieved her purchases and prepared herself for the fight that was sure to happen. But she couldn’t deny the feeling of anticipation and excitement. Once they got through tonight, she would be well on her way to turning Alex into a little baby. She pulled out a diaper from the pack and held it in her hands for a moment. It was just a plain white medical diaper that she had picked up at the pharmacy. She couldn’t wait for the order she placed earlier to arrive, but these would have to do for now. The sound of the shower door opening indicated it was time. “Alex, sweetheart. Can you come here?” “Just a minute babe. Let me put some clothes on and I’ll be right there.” “Can you hold off on putting on your pjs and come here?” Alex was confused. He wrapped the towel around his waste and walked into the bedroom with a bit of hesitation. Emily sat on the bed with a lovely smile, but then he noticed what was in her hand. “Nope. No way.” “Alex, I know its hard, but I think its for the best.” She patted the bed to beckon him over. “I don’t need that. Please don’t make me do this.” “Baby, you have had accidents the last two nights. I bet this will help you sleep better. Wouldn’t that be better than waking up to a wet bed.” Alex started to tear up, “I promise it won’t happen again.” “Oh sweetie, I don’t think you can promise that and its ok.” “God, this is so embarrassing me.” He sat on the bed and slumped over, face in his hands, “Maybe those kids were right. I am just a big baby who needs his diapers.” She scooted over to console him and began to gently rub his back. “Don’t think like that. I tell you what. If you manage to go several days in a row without an accident, we can forget all about this. What do you say? Will you do this for me?” He looked up at her and defeatedly nodded his head. “Thank you. Let’s get you ready for bed and we can snuggle like last night.” He stood up and before he could reach down to undo his towel, she was already on it. She playfully smacked his butt, “Such a cute tushy. Now lay down sweetheart.” Alex felt the softness of the towel as he laid back. He covered his face to hide the embarrassment. He just wanted it to be over soon. “Can you lift up you behind so I can slide this underneath you.” He silently complied, being sure to not look at her while she went about diapering him. He smelled the baby powder and felt the coolness as she applied it. She lovingly rubbed the inside of his thighs. She purposefully then started rubbing his manhood which came to attention as she lovingly caressed him. “Looks like my baby likes this.” “What! No!” “Just relax. It’s only a big deal if you make it one. No judgement here if you did like it. Who knows, maybe I will too.” What did she mean by that? She continued about her business and pulled the diaper up over his crotch. She pulled the tapes snuggly. When it appeared that she was done, Alex sat up and was about to leave the bed in search of some pajama pants to hide the diaper now affixed to him. But before he could walk away, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Having lost his balance, he plopped back down on the bed. She leaned over and seductively whispered in his ear, “I think you look awfully cute in that diaper.” She reached down and cupped his diaper and began rubbing him through the diaper. “What are you doing?” “Just be quiet and let me take care of you.” He tried to protest more, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel good. “Mmm, I bet that feels good, doesn’t it? I bet you want to come, don’t you baby?” Alex couldn’t deny it, “Yes, please. Can you take this diaper off so we can finish?” “No baby, I want you in that diaper.” Alex sighed, but the disappointment didn’t last long as the pleasure was too great. “I want you to wet that diaper like a good boy, would you do that for me?” In the back of her mind, she knew that she had gone too far, but she wanted him to start associating pleasure with his diaper. “Mhhmmmm.” “That’s my good boy. Release it all into that diaper for me.” Alex’s mind was swirling, he didn’t understand what she was doing this, but it was far too late to stop.” “I’m about cum baby.” “Oh such a good boy, right into your diaper. That’s it, make it all wet for me.” Alex rolled his head back as his orgasm climaxed. She kissed him on the cheek. “Did that feel good?” “Uh-huh. But why were you saying all that stuff?” “Sweetheart, I know these past two nights have been really hard on you and I just wanted to make you feel good, that’s all.” In post climax fog, that answer sufficed for now. “Umm, can you change me into another one. It’s kind of sticky in there now.” “Oh baby, I’m sorry. There’s no reason to waste this one. So, let’s just leave it on. You can shower again in the morning. Ok?” She turned around to finish getting herself ready for bed. Alex was left, mouth agape, without an opportunity to continue the discussion. He dawned a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt to sleep in. The bulk between his legs was odd. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it just felt alien to him. He climbed back into bed and fervently prayed that this night would be different from the prior two. Emily walked around to her side, but before she climbed in, she removed her night gown. She climbed into bed and beckoned him over. He settled his head onto her bosom. Here he was wearing a diaper being held by his wife, but he felt safe. He felt loved and was there anything more important than that. Emily kissed the top of his head and turned off the light. A few hours later Emily heard the tell-tale signs of another nightmare. He tossed and turned and muttered something incoherent. As she gained her wits about her, her first thought was whether or not he had an accident. She felt the sheets around him and everything seemed dry. She then put a hand down into his shorts to investigate the state of his diaper. Just as she had placed her hand on the front of it, Alex had started to wet. She heard the faint sound of his urine streaming into the padding. She felt the diaper start to grow heavy and warm. She kept her hand in place until it seemed like he was done. She did one more check around him and it appeared the diaper had done its job. But for now, she had no intention of changing him. She wanted him to experience the full diaper in the morning, but more importantly, she wanted him to recognize that it kept the bed dry. Alex continued to mutter and whimper. “Shhhhh, everything’s ok. I’m here now. It’s all ok.” She brushed his hair as he started to wake up. His eyes were puffy from tears. “Come here sweetie and let me hold you.” In the haze of exhaustion, Alex nuzzled up to her and felt the warmth of her chest. “That’s right come here. That nasty dream is over and you are safe with me.” Alex drifted between consciousness and sleep, but he knew the feeling of safety and security that engulfed him. As he snuggled in close, Emily teased his lips with her nipple. “Go ahead sweetheart and suckle at my breast.” His eyes fluttered open for a moment, but then closed as his mouth opened to accept her breast. Emily’s heart melted as she watched him latch on with ease. He was so innocent in this moment. Since the moment they had met, they had formed a special bond. There was a companionship that made this relationship so special. She wasn’t sure that she could love him any more than she already did, but this moment was proving her wrong. Alex was fast asleep again, but he hadn’t broken his latch. “It’s ok, mommy is here now.” Chapter 5 In the early hours of the morning, Alex started to stir. His arm was wrapped around her waist, but his mouth was still around her breast. He unconsciously started suckling again. He vaguely remembered hearing Emily tell him to suckle in the night, but then maybe it had been a dream. Then his brain became fully alert. What am I doing? I’m suckling at my wife’s tit. He immediately stopped and pulled away. Then he remembered the diaper. His hand shot down to his crotch to inspect and, much to his dismay, he was wet. Damnit! Emily has started to wake up when Alex had resumed his suckling. She thought of no more pleasant a way to wake up, but then his immediate cessation caused her to open her eyes. “Hey baby. What’s wrong?” “I wet my diaper. That’s what’s wrong. And then on top of it, I woke up suckling on your tit. What the hell is wrong with me.” The anger was growing with each passing second and his voice echoed that. “Is that all honey. I know you aren’t happy about the diaper but look on the bright side. The bed is dry and the diaper let you sleep through the night. That must have been nice, right?” “Ya, I guess. But why was I suckling at your breast?” “Oh sweetheart, you had another nightmare and you seemed so upset again. I was just trying to make you feel better.” “So I’m not crazy. I vaguely remember you telling me to do it. God almighty. I am sitting in a wet diaper and sucking your tits like a god damn baby. This is just great.” “Calm down. There is no reason to shout at me.” “Easy for you to fucking say. You aren’t the one sitting in a pissy diaper.” As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew he was in the wrong. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her and he saw the look in her face. “Honey I’m so very sorry. You didn’t deserve that. You have been so sweet and loving. I don’t deserve you. Please forgive me.” “You know that I do. I can’t imagine what you are feeling. I’m sure whatever you are experiencing in your dreams is very upsetting and that has to be difficult. Just please don’t yell at me. Ok?” Alex started to tear up and he reached out for an embrace which she warmly offered. She pulled his face to her still uncovered bosom. “Can I ask why being at my breast was so upsetting? You have always liked playing with them.” Alex peered up, “I know and of course I love your breasts. It was just that with… you know.” Alex gestured toward his padded crotch. “I’m scared you won’t see me as your partner.” “You are mine and nothing is gonna change that, wet diaper and all. But I’m serious, I want to help you through this. There is nothing wrong with needing help and there is absolutely nothing wrong with needing TLC. I want to give you that, if you will let me.” “I’ll try. Can we take this off now? It’s pretty wet and I really have to pee.” “You don’t want to just let go in your diaper?.......I’m just kidding. Ok, let me grab a towel and you can lay back.” As she pulled off the tapes, the smell of his urine wafted up. “You really wet this thing. I’m kind of impressed.” “Sorry.” His cheeks were bright red with embarrassment. “No need to apologize silly. Ok, off you go.” She playfully smacked his bottom as he walked off to get ready for the day. # # # Alex was a space cadet all day long. All throughout the day, he found himself lost in thought. He replayed the events of the previous evening over and over. He was more than bothered by the fact that he had had an accident three nights in a row. But he was felt more disturbed by how Emily seemed to be enjoying it. She seemed more than eager to pleasure him while he was in his diaper and what about the whole suckling thing? She had never really expressed any weird sexual desires in the time they had been together. Honestly, he thought she was pretty vanilla. Not that he could say much. But maybe she was way kinkier than he believed her to be. Was his nightmare becoming her sexual fantasy? He didn’t know how to process it. “Alex, you ok buddy?” “What? Oh uh sorry. I just got a lot on my mind.” The interruption by his coworker Jim brought Alex to the realization he had done virtually no work. “You look like you were somewhere else. It’s that newlywed bliss, am I right?” Jim said with an obnoxious chuckle. Alex never particularly liked Jim and now wished he would disappear. “Ya, um something like that.” “Hey, you wanna grab a brewski after work?” “Um, I think I’ll have to take a rain check, but thanks for the invite.” “Oh I see, that old ball and chain now. I get it man.” He held up his wedding ring, “Ten years this fall. Drives me crazy but love her to death.” “Hate to be rude, but I’ve got some things that I really need to get done. Talk later, ok?’ “No problem, we’ll get that beer another night.” “Sounds good.” After Jim walked, Alex reclined in his chair and closed his eyes. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I get this off my mind? Alex swiveled back and forth in his chair. He hated the anxiety that had persisted for days now. He took several slow and deliberate breaths and tried to clear his mind. He felt his chest swell with each inhale. He felt his mind begin to clear, but then the hazy memory of taking his wife’s breast into his mouth. As he imagined the sensation of her nipple in his mouth, the warmth of her skin against his face, he started to feel a new sensation. It wasn’t the anxiety weighing upon his chest, but it was an excitement in his belly. His eyes flew open. He exhaled again. What do I do now? Chapter 6 “Well I think it’s time to start getting ready for bed.” Emily switched off the tv and started walking off to the bedroom. “Come on love.” “Coming.” “Go shower up and I’ll get you padded up after.” She smiled as she saw his cheeks got beat red. Alex wondered if the embarrassment would ever dissipate. But what really preoccupied him as the water cascaded down was the thought of asking her to nurse him again. He waffled back and forth over. Should I ask? Will it weird her out if I ask? But then again, she initiated it last night. But in all likelihood, he would freeze up and not say anything. Maybe that was for the best. He turned off the water and dried himself off. He walked back into the bedroom awkwardly. “There’s my handsome man. Are you ready?” “Uh, I guess.” “It’s not the bad. I promise this will get easier and easier. I’m sure by next week we won’t think twice about it.” “Next week? God, I hope it stops by then,” He sounded both horrified and defeated. “Maybe it will, but its totally ok if it doesn’t. It’s probably best to not pressure yourself.” Alex laid back and his forearms covered his face. As she rubbed the powder into his crotch and across his legs, he felt his arousal and Emily couldn’t help but notice either. She finished pulling up the diaper and he felt it encase his manhood. She started to play with him like last night, but Alex sat up and pushed her hand away. “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” “No, um. I don’t know. I feel so confused and conflicted.” “What do you mean?” “This is so humiliating, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day.” “About what?” He sighed, “Please don’t judge me. Promise?” “Of course.” “I think I liked when you um, you know…” “What sweetheart, you can say it?” “Um, you know how you um put your breast in my mouth last night?” “Alex, are you asking me to nurse you?” Emily tried to everything in her power to contain her excitement. “Um ya.” “Darling, I want to hear you ask to nurse from me.” He felt so embarrassed and yet so excited at the same time. “Um would you nurse me.” “Absolutely sweet boy.” Emily pulled off her shirt and positioned herself against the headboard. “Ok come here.” Alex sheepishly scuttled over to her and waited for her direction,” “Put your head on my lap sweetheart. All comfy.” Alex nodded. She gently cradled his head and guided her nipple into his mouth. As he started to gently suckle all the tension evacuated his body. He couldn’t explain why, but right now it just felt right. “Such a good boy. My sweet precious boy.” He felt safe and loved like never before. Alex was lulled into a trance by the rhythm of his suckling. After a few minutes, she pulled his head away and before he could say a word, she shushed him. “Would you like my other breast?” Alex nodded and they readjusted. In a moment, Alex was back to suckling and he felt sleep start to overcome him. “That’s it sweet boy. One day, my breasts will be full of milk just for you. Would you like that?” Alex only nodded and drifted off to sleep. # # # “There’s my sweet baby boy.” The voice echoed through the dark. It was familiar, but he had no clue from where it came. It was dark and he had no idea where he was. “Come to me Alex.” He peered through the darkness. He couldn’t explain it, but he had to find the source of the disembodied voice. Then he noticed a faint light off in the distance. That had to be it and he started walking towards it. “That’s it my sweet boy.” The darkness was unnerving. It was cold and unforgiving. He just needed to reach the light and everything would be ok. “Come to mommy.” The last word made him hesitate. Mommy? Whose voice was it? Was it his mommy? Wait, why did he just think that? He looked behind him into the darkness. What choice did he have? He continued to move forward. “You are almost there, I’m so proud of you.” Pride swelled in his chest. Mommy was proud of him. Wait, why did I do that again? He drew closer to the light. “Just a few more steps and mommy will take care of everything else.” What did that mean? As he inched his was closer, he was now in front of a large door. The light was pouring threw a key which Alex tried to peer through. “Are you ready baby boy?” Alex felt butterflies in his belly. “Ready for what?” “To let go of all of your cares.” “But who are you?” “I’m the one who will make everything better. Wouldn’t you like that?” “But how do I know I can trust you? I don’t even know who you are?” “Well, you can stay out there all alone in the dark or you can trust me and come through that door. It’s up to you. But if you do decide to come through, you will surrender all control to me.” Alex tried to peer through the darkness again to see if there were any other choices, but to no avail. What choice did he have? He took one deep breath, and, on the exhale, he began to push open the heavy door. He was immediately felt a warmth over him. His eyes tried to adjust to the light as his brain tried to process his new surroundings. He stood mouth agape. He was standing in a nursery, but all of the furnishings were oversized as if built for an adult. The butterflies in his belly turned to panic, but then he heard her voice. “I’m so glad you decided to come inside sweetheart. Mommy is here to make it better.” Alex whipped around to see the identity of the familiar voice. To his shock it was Emily. Why on earth was she calling herself mommy. “You are going to love being my baby.” “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I am not a baby. Stop this right now. Let me get out of here.” “I’m afraid that it’s too late for that sweetheart. I told you that soon as you came through that door that you would give up all control to me. The changes are already happening and there is nothing you can do to stop it.” Alex stared in total disbelief as his wife smiled. “Wha….what changes? What do you mean?” Bu then he froze. Something was happening to him. “It’s ok sweetie, there is nothing to be afraid of. Mommy is right here?” All of his clothing simply vanished. And then he watched in horror as all of his body hair disappeared. His crotch looked as bare as a prepubescent boy. His facial hair was gone. “Looks like my baby likes this, doesn’t he?” Alex looked down and closed his eyes in defeat. Tears strolled down his cheeks. Then he felt the familiar sensation of a diaper. But the diaper was not the end of his metamorphosis. He felt a soft fabric start to cling to his torso. The fabric stretched across his rear end and up between his legs. He watched as six buttons materialized and the two ends of the fabric fastened together. He was in a onesie. To the outsider observer, he was nothing but an overgrown baby. “There isn’t that better. No more of those icky big boy clothes. And no more worries about the potty. Mommy will change you.” “I don’t need diapers. I’m a big boy, you have to believe me.” Alex blushed when he realized he referred to himself as a big boy.” “Oh, but you aren’t anymore sweetie. And that’s ok.” “Stop it right now!” “Someone is a little fussy. Let’s get your paci.” She shoved it into his mouth. Indignant at his treatment, he spit it out forcefully. He plopped down on the ground and started slamming his fists. “I am not a baby. I am not a baby.” He didn’t even realize that his diaper was growing warm. “Oh I think someone is hungry and maybe needs a nap.” Emily pulled down the straps of her dress to reveal her nursing bra. The sight of her swollen breasts momentarily ended his tirade. “You just love sucking on mommy’s booby, don’t you? All this milk is for you little one. Come here.” He was so conflicted. He didn’t want to be a baby, but her milky breasts were so enticing. “Please don’t turn me into a helpless infant, please I’m begging you.” “I promise you, being a baby isn’t so bad, just let it happen.” “I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna…I don’t….” “You don’t want to what sweetheart?” Alex was jostled awake and realized that it had all been a dream. “Are you ok?” “Um, I think so. This dream felt so real and this time it was you. You were turning me into…into a baby.” His mind then shifted to his diaper and to his chagrin, it was wet. Alex started to cry. “Please don’t turn me into a baby, please.” “Everything is ok sweetie. You are safe now. Would you like my breasts again to help calm down?” Alex initially wanted to reject her offer, but those butterflies crept back in. Why did he feel this way? Maybe he wanted this. After a moment, Alex sheepishly nodded his head, “Yes please.” “Come here sweetie. All comfy?” She guided her nipple to his mouth and he immediately began to suckle. That feeling of safety and security was intoxicating. “But you know, maybe being a baby isn’t so bad.” Alex’s eyes shot wide open. He pulled away from her breast. “What did you just say?” Anger tumbled out of his mouth. Emily was taken a back. “What?” “You just said being a baby isn’t so bad, didn’t you?” “Well yes, but honey I’m just trying to make you feel better.” She had hoped that soft maternal touch was easing him into, but I guess these episodes were to be expected. However, she knew she was going to have to reassert control if there was any chance of infantilizing her husband, even if that meant getting mean. “Why are you trying to turn me into a baby? This stops now. Do you understand me?” Alex jumped out of bed and pulled down the shorts that hid his soggy diaper. “I’m sick of this shit, I’m a grown fucking man and I’m done with these.” He reached down to tear the off the sodden garment, but before he could, Emily smacked the back of his thigh with considerable force. He stunned by how much that had stung, but now he hesitated as to what to do next. “Oh really? Should I call your mother and let her know that you have been back in diapers the last few nights? Should I tell you that you wet the bed and what about the night that you shit yourself?” Alex stood frozen. The angry outburst turned to immediate fear. She wouldn’t do that, would she? “Should I tell her that you like to suck my tits in your wet diaper at night?” No words could escape his lips. “Well, I’m waiting. Should I tell her?” “No, please don’t.” A moment ago, his temper had him bellowing, but now his voice was but a whimper. “I told you that I was not to be spoken to this way. And you promised that you would not behave this way. I am pretty angry right now Alex and I’ve half a mind to send you to the guest room for the rest of the night. But I don’t think I will just yet. But I’m warning you that if you even think about removing that diaper, you better believe I will be on the phone with your mother and maybe she will know what to do with you. Don’t make me do that.” “I won’t, I promise.” He plopped down onto the side of the bed and started to sob. Emily stood over him. She tussled his hair. He was nothing but a sniveling child now and it was time to start becoming his mommy. Once she turned on the maternal warmth again, he would be under her control. “Good boy, but outbursts like this have consequences. So you better do exactly as I tell you. Is that understood?” Too embarrassed to look up, he just nodded. “Stand up and let me take that diaper off of you.” Alex complied and after wiping down his crotch, she sat upon the bed. “Over my knee.” “No, no, no, no. Please!” “Your choice Alex, its either this or I call your mother.” Defeated, he laid across her knee. He closed his eyes bracing for the first smack. When it came, he winced. More blows came across his bottom. The pain intensified and the tears rolled down his cheeks. His behind felt like it was on fire now. “Please, mommy, no more. I can’t help it, please mommy.” Emily was mid swing as he said it. She was flabbergasted. Alex was as equally stunned at what he had blurted out. She helped him off her knee and pulled him onto the bed with her. She held him close to her chest as he cried. Alex clutched his hands around her waist. He didn’t want her to let him go. He felt small. He felt scared. But in her embrace, he felt loved. “It’s ok, mommy’s got you. It’s ok. Let all those tears out.” After a few minutes, he started to quiet down. She pulled his chin up so she could look into his eyes. “Do you think you can be a good boy and do as I tell you?” “Ya, I think so.” “I need a definite answer, yes or no?” “Yes.” “Yes what?” His cheeks burned with embarrassment. Was she asking him to call her mommy? He had inadvertently said when he was being spanked. He was reluctant to do so, but he also didn’t want to give her any reason to contact his actual mother. That was the last thing he needed. In all the time they had been together, he had never seen this side of Emily and he hoped he never did again. “Yes mommy.” “That’s my good boy. Now let’s get another diaper on you. I don’t need you making a mess in the bed. And then after that, we can try to get some sleep.” Alex laid back and tried to process what had just happened. Chapter 7 Over the next week, Alex grew used to his nightly routine. The embarrassment hadn’t entirely gone away when she taped him up every evening. In fact, he looked forward to his nightly nursing session. That fact had not gone unnoticed by Emily either. It was plainly obvious that he seemed to salivate anytime he saw her naked bosom. But she also noticed how much more emotionally dependent on her. When he was home, he never strayed too far from her side. Before, it wasn’t uncommon for him to catch up with friends over a beer after work, but now that seemed of little interest to him. Instead, he wanted cuddles and physical affection which she was more than happy to provide. She was pleased with his progression and didn’t want to undo any of it. It was better to take it slowly and ease him into it. She was confident that she would soon have her baby boy. She had recently started to diaper him earlier in the evening which, to her surprise, he accepted without fuss. After dinner she would have him go to the potty one more time followed by his shower and then he was diapered for the remainder of the evening. He didn’t even object to her rule that once he was diapered, the potty was off limits. After he was diapered for the evening, he often curled up on the couch with his head on her lap as they watched tv before bed. So far, he had to yet to use his diaper during those waking hours, but she hoped that would change soon. What hadn’t changed was the nightly accidents. He grew accustomed to waking up every morning to a very sodden diaper. The nightmares were still persistent, but he was managing to stay asleep most nights. However, the images from those dreams were never far from his mind. It seemed that if he wasn’t preoccupied with something, his thoughts drifted to his nightly regression. As he started to nod off while at his wife’s breast, he just expected that his dreams would take him back to that nursery. And sure enough, night after night, he returned. Emily was always there as his doting mommy as he lost all control over his environment. He recalled the first time in his dream that his speech had reverted to that of a small child. Despite the adult thoughts that still fluttered about his brain, he lacked the ability to form complete sentences. But it didn’t stop there. It seemed that each night brought a new experience. The night that he lost all control of his bowels in front of his mommy was mortifying. After one night where he lost the ability to read, he spent the next day neurotically making sure he still possessed that ability. But over those last few days, his fears were changing. Instead of fearing the lack of control, he was worried that he was starting to develop a longing for it. Whenever he thought about the idea of Emily treating him like a baby, those butterflies returned. Did he really want this to happen? Was he going nuts? But what he always returned to was Emily. In reality and in his dreams, he was surrounded by her warmth. He felt safe and protected in her presence. In those dreams, no matter what ability he lost, she was there to take care of him. She was there to cuddle him and reassure him that mommy loved him so much. Maybe his subconscious really wanted Emily to replace his actual mother. She had never showed the tenderness that Emily did. What did he want? He didn’t know, but he knew that he needed her more than anything else. # # # Alex had now been in diapers for over two weeks. Emily decided it was time for a test. She would forgo their evening routine and see how he responded. They finished cleaning up for dinner. Alex, without thinking went to the potty. Potty was now part of his normal lexicon. One day at work he inadvertently slipped up and told a colleague that he had to go to the potty. Flush with embarrassment, he dashed off before anyone could comment. He loved his evening shower which always helped to wash away the stress of the day. He didn’t want to openly admit it, but this had become his favorite time of the day. His cheeks still reddened with the smell of baby powder and the rustle of the diaper, but he savored the affectionate attention. With his towel wrapped about him, he walked into the bedroom expecting to see Emily waiting for him as she always did. He didn’t see any signs that she had prepped for this evening ritual. Surely, she would be along any minute. He sat on the bed and waited. To be honest, he wasn’t even sure where she kept the supplies and even if he did, he had never diapered himself. Minutes came and went. He started to grow impatient. He found a pair of pajama bottoms and exited the room in search of his wife. Emily sat in the den pretending to be engrossed in a book while she sipped at a glass of wine. She hadn’t made it through a single page as she was eager to see how he would respond. She was actually surprised at how long he sat in the bedroom before coming out. He looked nervous, like a timid child too afraid to ask for help. She held back urge to immediately assume her maternal role. It was time for him to admit that he needed her help and furthermore that he needed his diaper. His heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to ask why she wasn’t there to help him get ready. He felt too foolish to ask. It defied all logic. She had diapered him night after night, but now he couldn’t find the courage to vocalize what he needed. “Hi, sweetheart. How was your shower?” “Um, it was fine.” He hoped that she would say it for him, but she acted as if this had not been a nightly thing. His mouth was slightly agape, but no other words came to him. “Did you need something sweetie?” “Uh, nah. I’m…I’m good.” He couldn’t explain why he felt so crestfallen. Had she had a change of heart? His mind spiraled down the rabbit hole. She was judging him. Maybe she thought he was pathetic, a poor excuse for a man. Every negative swirled about him. He couldn’t help what was happening. He felt anger surge in his chest. He hated that this had plagued him for so long. Now it was going to ruin his marriage before it had really gotten started. He felt angry at her for turning his back. He walked back to the bedroom and buried his face in a pillow. He tried to coach himself that he was overacting. Anger turned to fear that maybe she didn’t love him. He started to cry. She heard the soft sobs emanating from the bedroom. Nerves played at her as well. He could still react harshly and undo her plans. With a deep breath, she walked into the bedroom. “Alex, are you crying sweetheart?” Alex tried to quickly wipe away his tears and attempted to act as if nothing was wrong. “Ya, I’m totally fine.” “Are you sure? You are kind of a shitty liar. Did you want to talk about something?” “I told you I was fine.” His tone was curt. “Ok, well you know where you can find me if you change your mind.” She turned around and started to head out of the room. He felt hurt and angry that she didn’t know why he was upset. Her nonchalance bothered him even more. She didn’t even attempt to coax it out of him. But despite all those feelings, he really just wanted her attentiveness. He didn’t want her to go. “Wait.” She smiled before she turned. “Ya?” “Where were you?” “What do you mean, I was just reading in the den. I didn’t go anywhere.” “You know what I mean.” “What’s this about Alex?” He didn’t want to say it aloud, but he didn’t have much of a choice. “You are usually there to get me ready when I get out of the shower.” “Are you trying to ask for my help, sweetie?” “I mean, you usually do it for me.” “Do what?” “You know?” “Of course I know, but I want to hear you ask me.” “Can you help me?” “You are gonna have to be more specific.” “Um, can you help me with you know….um…my diaper.” “That’s a good boy, but can you tell me why you need your diaper?” Why was she doing this? “Because of my accidents.” “What kind of accidents are those, Alex?” “I…I…wet myself at night.” He wanted to crawl into a hole. He felt so pathetic. “That’s right sweetheart. Mommy has to keep her baby in diapers at night so he doesn’t pee-pee the bed.” He started to bawl. “Can you ask mommy nicely to put you in your diaper?” “Um, mommy can you get me in my diaper?” “Of course sweetheart. Let’s get my baby boy all ready. But first I think you need a hug don’t you?” He nodded as started to cry into her chest. She held him tightly. “Mommy is here. But we didn’t all those tears. All you had to do was come ask for help. Mommy is always happy to help. So, are you ready for mommy to get you set for the night?” He sheepishly nodded. “Ok, I will be right back. I have a surprise for you. Why don’t you get lay down and I will be right back.” He couldn’t imagine what kind of surprise she had for him. As he laid back, he felt kind of silly for having gotten so worked up. He just felt relieved that all his crazy thoughts were just that: crazy. Even though he was still uncertain about this whole mommy thing, he would accept it if that meant he still had her love. His thoughts were interrupted when she re-entered the room. He couldn’t tell what she was hiding behind her back. “Ok, close your eyes. Now, open your mouth for mommy.” He felt a silicone nipple enter his mouth. He was confused at first, but before he could remove it she held her hand against it. “Mommy wants you to try this for me. I want you to suck on your paci like you are sucking on mommy’s booby.” He felt unsure, but he was willing to give it a try. He started sucking on it and he had to admit, it was kind of soothing. I can kind of see why babies like this. “So, we are going to try a new diaper tonight. He looked at what she was holding in her hand. It was considerably bigger than the ones he had worn before. It was thick and this one was adorned with a big teddy bear on the front. He looked at it with suspicion. “Why does dis shlook like it’s made for giant babies?” The pacifier muffled his words. Emily giggled at how cute he was. “Cause it is for big babies, just like you?” “I not a baby.” He couldn’t fully annunciate his words with a full mouth. “Oh no? Could have fooled me. Who was the one crying about how mommy wasn’t there to get him in his diapey huh?” She tickled his belly and the tension escaped him. “Huh? Who was it, it wasn’t mommy.” “Stop it, stop it, it was me,” he said unable to stifle the laughter. “Alright, let’s get this on you before you have an accident on the bed.” When he got up, he felt the added bulk. It even made him waddle a bit, but he was ok with it. “Umm, mommy?” It felt weird saying it, but somewhere deep down, it felt right. “Yes baby?” She could barely contain the joy of hearing him say it. “Um…I was wondering if I could nurse for a little bit.” “Of course you can have mommy’s booby. Let’s go out to the couch and we can turn on a movie and you can nurse from mommy.” With his hand in hers, he waddled out behind her with his pacifier securely between his lips. His dreams were leaking into reality and he was starting to be ok with it. To be continued...

Chapter 3 “Heather, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up,” Jack said as he gently rubbed her back. Heather slowly came to. She realized she was sucking her thumb. She noticed the empty baby bottle lying on the bed and was shocked that she had switched to her thumb while she napped. The room was darker and she reckoned it was probably early evening. “There’s my baby girl. How was your nap sweetie?” Jack asked dotingly. Heather recoiled when as her brain registered who was sitting next to her. Her grogginess immediately turned to panic. She removed her thumb from her mouth and pulled the blanket up to her neck. Then she remembered that she was in a wet diaper. There was no escaping this situation. Jack noticed her panic and attempted to sooth her. Heather began to sob. “I’m so sorry Jack. I have never felt more embarrassed and I’m so sorry I kept this from you all these years. I understand if you don’t want me anymore.” Her sob grew more intense. “Quit that nonsense out right now. Leave you? Are you kidding me? Not in a million years. I will admit when I saw you this morning, I was shocked. I needed time to process it all which is why I called your mother to come look after you. But what I realized was how peaceful you looked. You have given me everything and been my rock. You have never wavered in your support and love for me and its time that I pay it back to you. Not to mention, you looked so damn cute,” Jack smiled as he finished the last sentence and tried to tickle her belly through the blanket. Heather looked up and saw the genuine love in his face. Her fears started to subside. She still felt embarrassed and had no desire to reveal the state of her diaper to him. But, then again, she probably didn’t have a choice in that matter. “So I have a proposition for you. You can become the baby you so clearly want to be. Now this would mean quitting your job and you would be a baby full time. What that means is that I will treat you just like a two-year-old. You will use your diaper. You would be fed, clothed and bathed like any toddler would be. I even want you to get in the habit of speaking like a child when you are at home. I would be your daddy. Now, whenever we are out, I will make sure that your outfits do not draw any unnecessary attention, but you will still be diapered. Your mother has already agreed to babysit you during the week while I’m at work. And I’ve already found some plans to build you some special furniture so that we can convert the den into a nursery. So how is this sounding?” Jack’s tone was serious, but gentle. Heather’s head started to spin. She had no idea what to say. She had so many questions, but she couldn’t utter a word. “I know the first question is whether or not we can afford to do this and the answer is yes. I ran through the budget and we will be just fine. The other thing of course to discuss is Amy,” Jack added. Heather’s eyes dimmed. She didn’t think it would be fair to subject her daughter to seeing her mother act like an infant. The offer Jack was making seemed like a dream, but could she ask that of her daughter? “You may be mad at me, but I called Amy on my way home and told her my proposal. Her words, not mine, ‘mom deserves all the happiness in the world and if this is what she needs, so be it.’ She asked me to tell you that she shouldn’t feel even the slightest bit of guilt or embarrassment because she loves you so much,” Jack said. “But what that means is that she will have authority over you and that includes diaper changes. I want you to think of her as your big sister. Since she knew that we were having this conversation tonight, she is staying over with a friend.” Jack added. Heather began to cry again. Jack seemed to have this all laid out. But was she ready to return to infancy? She would have no control, but how could she say no? It would be a major adjustment and the first weeks would be incredibly embarrassing. “So what do you say sweetheart?” Jack asked. Heather sat silent for a moment, but then she wiped her tears and looked up at Jack and replied, “Yes daddy.” “That’s my girl. So tomorrow, I want you to deliver your two-week notice. I know you are off this week, so you will complete the following week and that will be that. This will also give us time to get your nursery ready and transition to your new life. And one more thing. Tonight, I’m taking you out so that we can celebrate the start of this new chapter,” Jack said with exuberance in his voice. Heather smiled from ear to ear and wrapped her arms around her husband, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” “Of course baby girl. But before we go out, we need to get you out of that wet diaper,” Jack whispered. Heather blushed. “You better get used to it sweetie, but tonight you can be a grown up,” Jack added. Jack pulled out some wipes and pulled the blanket offer her and examined the state of her diaper. “You really soaked this,” he chuckled. “Let me just clean you up little bit and then you can go get dressed.” “Um daddy?” Heather asked timidly. “Yes?” he said as he ripped open the tapes. “Um, can I wear a diaper underneath my clothes?” Jack just smiled. He tenderly changed her and patted her diapered bottom as she got up to get dressed. Jack had no clue when he woke up that morning that he would be changing diapers once again, but it was worth it to see his wife happy. Life was about to be a whole lot different.

I've struggled with this one. I managed to finish chapter 2, but I am still uncertain as to where I will go with this. Chapter 2 After getting her changed, Jocelyn took her back to the living room to watch tv. Heather plopped on the couch. She still felt really embarrassed, but her heart raced with excitement. As soon as her padded butt hit the cushion, her mother yelled out her name, “Heather Renee Dawson, you better get your butt off the couch and on the floor right now,” Jocelyn said, resurrecting her stern, maternal voice from when her children were kids. Heather immediately recoiled with fear, but it quickly turned to indignation. She had never been spoken to like that since she was a child. “Mom, I am not a little kid and this is my house. I can sit wherever I want,” Heather responded sharply. As the words left her lips, she knew she had made a mistake. She saw the flash of anger in her mother’s eyes and instantly, she was a scared little girl. “Oh, so you think you are a big girl now. Remind me, who just soaked their diaper? It certainly wasn’t me, so who was it?” Jocelyn said, proud of that fact that she could still keep her children in line. “Me…,” Heather said barely above a whisper. “What was that? Mommy couldn’t hear you,” Jocelyn retorted. “Me,” Heather said a bit louder as tears started to roll down her cheek. “That’s right it was you. And if you soaked your diapers, that means you are just a little baby. You aren’t a big girl. And that’s ok. I don’t expect little babies to know how to use the potty. So lets try this again. You are going to get down on the floor like a good little baby. And I want you to start sounding like the baby you are. This will be your first and only warning. The next time, you disobey, you will be sorry. You agreed to my offer and so now you will submit to my rules while I am here. Now be a good girl and watch your cartoons and if you feel the need to go potty, that’s why you have your diaper on,” Jocelyn said with a softer tone. Heather climbed down from the couch and plopped down onto the carpet. Jocelyn placed her binky in her mouth and walked out of the room. Tears still rolled down her face. She wished that she could go back and decline her mother’s offer. She liked to regress to relieve some stress for a few hours, but she could always decide when it was time to grow up again. She tried to focus on the cartoon, but her adult thoughts continued to race. How long was she going to be a baby for? Was her husband going to continue this treatment? She had no control over the situation and she knew for the time being that it was a bad idea to disobey her mother. While Heather fretted, Jocelyn went down into their basement to rummage around for anything from when her granddaughter was young. She was just about to abandon the search, when she noticed something in the far corner of the basement. She walked over and found a playpen folded up and leaning against the wall. There were a few boxes next to it as well, which she quickly opened. All of Amy’s old baby toys were here. Happy with her discovery, she started hauling her finds upstairs. “Alright baby girl, look what mommy found?” Jocelyn said. Heather’s eyes widened and she started sucking her binky more intensely. Jocelyn set up the playpen walls and scattered the toys with the confines of Heather’s new play space. “Ok sweetheart, lets get you set up in here. You play in here while mommy goes and makes your lunch,” Jocelyn said while grabbing her daughter’s hand to help her into the playpen. “And remember, if you try to leave this playpen, baby will get a spanking.” Heather plopped down and examined all of the toys. She quickly realized that this was all of Amy’s old things. There were rattles and teething toys. There were the electronic interactives that played music while others made animal sounds. Brightly colored blocks and stuffed animals completed the infant ensemble of toys. At first she wasn’t sure if it was right to play with her daughter’s things, but then her curiosity got the better of her. Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled over to one of the electronic interactives. She pressed a button and was immediately rewarded with the sound of a duck. Heather giggled and mimicked the sound behind her binky. She pressed another and this time it was a pig. “Oink oink,” she laughed. As she started playing with all of the toys, she began to truly relax. She laughed and babbled like a baby. She had no idea how much time had elapsed. When she felt a twinge in her bladder, she paused and wondered if she should call for her mother. But then she thought better of it and her diaper grew warm. “Is my baby girl, having fun?” Jocelyn asked as she entered the room. “Stand up for me and lets check that diaper.” Heather did as she was told, but still blushed behind her pacifier. “Wet, but I think it can still take some more. Let’s go eat some lunch,” Jocelyn took her by the hand and led her to the kitchen table. Heather sat down and her mother grabbed a large dish towel to fashion into a makeshift bib. Jocelyn set her plate before her. A grilled cheese had been cut into little bite size pieces alongside a fruit cup. Her bottle had been refilled with milk. “I didn’t have time to pick up jars of baby food before I came over this morning, but don’t you worry, mommy will make sure to get some,” Jocelyn pinched Heather’s cheeks as she spoke. Heather timidly started nibbling on the sandwich pieces. She went to grab a utensil to take bite of the fruit and noticed she didn’t have one. “Mommy, I don’t have a spoon to eat my fruit.” “Babies eat with their hands, you don’t need a spoon to eat your fruit. And don’t worry about making a mess. Mommy will clean you up when you are done.” Jocelyn replied. “But, but…” before she could finish her sentence, her mother cut her off. “Can you please remind me what you are wearing?” “I’m sorry mommy, I’m just a baby,” Heather said in a defeated tone. Jocelyn just smiled and watched her overgrown baby stick her hands into the fruit cup. Her hands were covered in juice as she brought the fruit to her mouth, and it dripped down her chin. After finishing her food, Jocelyn wiped her face and hands. She picked up her bottle and led her daughter to her bedroom. She took off Heather’s onesie, leaving her naked except for her damp diaper. Heather started to cover her exposed breasts, but Jocelyn smacked her hands away. “Babies have no modesty. Now lay down. You have had quite the day. Babies need their rest.” Jocelyn caressed her daughters face and kissed her on her forehead, “I love you my sweet girl. You can always be mommy’s baby.” With that, she tucked her in and handed Heather her bottle. She closed the blinds to darken the room. She left the room and quietly closed the door. Heather slowly nursed the bottle. She ruminated on the day’s events. This was exactly what she wanted. But why did she feel guilty? Why did she feel she was doing something wrong? As she nursed her bottle, she wet her diaper a bit more. Although she felt so conflicted about her treatment, she couldn’t deny the euphoria she felt every time she wet her diaper. It truly made her feel like an infant. This was the opportunity she always wanted; it would be a shame to waste it. Feeling an infantile glow, her eyes grew heavy as she nursed. She wondered what else was in store for her as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 1 “I love you sweetheart, I hope you have a wonderful day,” Heather Dawson said after giving her husband a peck on the cheek. Jack was her husband of twenty years. They had been high school sweethearts and married just a few years after graduating high school. Heather had just turned forty but reveled in the fact that she could still pass for twenty-five. Her long blonde hair and her curvaceous figure still turned heads. But Jack remained the love of her life. They had made a life together. Their daughter Amy had just started community college. She and Jack had worked hard to make sure she needed for nothing. When Amy was young, she stayed home during the day to care for her, while Jack was at work. But when Jack came home in the afternoon, Heather went off to her job waiting tables. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was work. After Amy started school, Heather managed to land a job as a secretary for an attorney’s office. Heather was a hard worker both at her office and at home. She rarely had time for herself. What little downtime she had, she struggled to relax. There was always something else that needed to be done, folding clothes, or managing the family’s finances. It wasn’t that Jack didn’t work hard or help out, but she always had to delegate tasks for him. If not told to do something, he was oblivious to the things begging to be done around him. She was never angry or disappointed with him, just tired. So when Jack left that house that morning, she let out a long sigh. Her job had rewarded her an extra week of vacation as thanks for all hard work. She decided to take the week to focus on herself. With the house to herself, she decided it was time for some self-care. She went down stairs into the basement and retrieved a box. She carried it back to her bedroom and opened its contents. The scent of baby powder ushered in a feeling of relaxation. She found her favorite red binky and popped it into her mouth. She rummaged through the box until she uncovered a pink onesie. She pressed the soft fabric against the side of her face. It had been way too long. Heather pulled out a thick diaper and giggled at the crinkly noise it produced. She slipped out her dress and let it fall to the floor. After sliding out of her panties, she laid down on the bed. She positioned the diaper underneath her bottom. This was always the hardest part. After a few minutes of adjusting, she fastened the tapes. Satisfied with her work, she put on her onesie. She grabbed a baby bottle and headed for the kitchen. Heather still struggled with some embarrassment, but it was easily eclipsed by the joy she felt when she was able to regress. In these moments, she had no cares or concerns. No one needed her to do something. She could just relax. As she filled the bottle with milk, she wondered what it would be like to have a caregiver. She fantasized about surrendering all responsibility. But there was one major problem: she had never told a soul about this side of her. Although she told Jack almost everything, she had managed to keep this hidden away all these years. With her bottle filled, she toddled into the living room and turned on the tv. After browsing what to watch, she settled on Doc McStuffins. She curled up on the floor with a blanket and started nursing her bottle. All of her adult cares floated away. She felt so contented that her eyes started to grow heavy. In a few minutes she was fast asleep. “Heather, sweetheart. Can you wake up for mommy?” a voice said while lovingly stroking her hair. Heather opened her eyes and saw her mother, Jocelyn, smiling at her. “Wha…what are you doing here?” Heather asked. Then it dawned on her that she was still in her onesie and a diaper and panic set in. She jumped up and ran to her bedroom. “PLEASE LEAVE!” she yelled. Jocelyn quickly followed her. “Calm down sweetheart. Please settle down or mommy will spank you right now,” Jocelyn commanded. The threat of being spanked stopped Heather dead in her tracks. She hadn’t been spanked since she was a little girl and she certainly hadn’t used the word mommy in a very long time. Heather turned around to face her mother and started to weep. “Please, please go. I am so embarrassed. How disappointed you must be at seeing your grown daughter dressed like a baby.” She slumped on the floor and cried. Her mother, kneeled down and comforted her, “I’m not disappointed at all and you could never do that.” Heather sniffled, “Why are you here?” “Well, your husband came home earlier and saw you sound asleep. He had to get back to work and so he called me to see if I could come and watch you,” Jocelyn responded. Panic and mortification set in again and she sobbed louder. “Oh god, Jack probably thinks I’m a total freak and will leave me.” “Enough of that nonsense, little one. If he thought that then he wouldn’t have called me to come look after you. He loves you. I am sure there are some things that he will want to discuss when he gets back this evening,” Jocelyn said. “Now, we have two options as I see it,” she continued. Heather looked up confused, “What?” “Well you can change out of these clothes and we pretend like this never happened or you let mommy take care of you,” Jocelyn offered. Heather’s mouth was agape. She struggled to find any words. “Before you answer, I want you to know, that you shouldn’t be embarrassed at all. I am happy to have my little girl back, but should you decline this, I won’t offer this again. So what will it be sweetheart?” Jocelyn asked. Heather didn’t know how to respond. She was confused and scared, but the prospect of being looked after seemed too good to be true. She popped her thumb in her mouth, closed her eyes and let her bladder go. Jocelyn watched as her daughter’s diaper started to sag on her hips, “Well I guess we need to go change my baby’s diaper?”

This was a sitcom from years ago. The father is upset that his son isn’t doing well with potty training and he has a daydream of his teenage son still in diapers. Starts around the 16 minute mark.

I will leave that up to the reader to draw whatever conclusion you like Thank you! Thank you

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Chapter 19 Rebecca poured them each a glass of wine. “You are really a pro at this Samantha,” Rebecca said. “Well I did a lot of babysitting in high school and college. I almost pursued early education as a career, but clearly didn’t work out that way,” Samantha responded. There was something about Samantha that put Rebecca at ease. Although they had never spent much time together and never just the two of them, she felt as if she had known her for years. “Can I be candid with you Samantha?” Rebecca asked. “Of course,” she replied. “I love Brian to pieces. He is my world. I am so happy that I am able to be is mommy. But…” Rebecca froze. “But what?” Samantha implored. “Well this last week has been a whirlwind. A week ago, I knew my husband as a strong, confident man and now I am changing his diapers. I’m not sure I can ever see him the same again. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want things to go back to the way they were, but I’m not sure if I will ever see him as my husband anymore. Does that make any sense? Am I being selfish?” Rebecca asked looking for guidance. “You are not being selfish at all. You have needs too. I think what you have done for Brian is amazing. I admire the sacrifice you have made to give him this, but don’t bury your own needs. Brian chose to be a baby, but he will need to realize that he is no longer your husband. You are his mommy from here on out and he will need to accept that. It may be hard on him, but I have seen how quickly he has transformed into a baby. You never know, one day you might want another partner to help look after him,” Samantha said with a smile. “Another partner?” Rebecca asked. “I hadn’t even thought of that. Samantha gave a devious grin and twirled her finger around a strand of hair, “I don’t know. Maybe he needs two mommies?” Rebecca was stunned. Was Samantha suggesting what she thought she was? She had always been attracted to other women, but never given any thought to the idea of dating a woman. “I, I don’t know,” she mumbled. Samantha leaned over top of her and kissed her lips. Rebecca sat frozen for a moment, but she capitulated to Samantha’s advance and returned the kiss. Samantha gave her a wry smile, “Well we could discuss the idea more in the bedroom if you like?’ Rebecca’s heart pounded. She had butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t know if she should be doing this. What about Brian? He might be crushed, but then again, she Samantha was right. She had needs too. Rebecca got up and ran into the bedroom. Samantha stood before her completely naked and all of her hesitation vanished. The two collapsed into the bed. Rebecca, flushed with excitement, whispered into Samantha’s ear, “I need you at my breasts.” “With pleasure!” Samantha replied. Samantha aggressively sucked at her breasts and started to taste something sweet. She smiled and looked up at Rebecca, “I think your milk is starting to come in.” She went back to sucking her nipples. Rebecca arched her back with pleasure. Samantha kissed Rebecca’s stomach and then down to her pelvis. She soon had Rebecca in ecstasy. “I want you to be his second mommy,” she exclaimed as she came. “I was hoping you would say that,” Samantha said. The two kissed and held each other while Brian slept, completely unaware of what was happening in the room over. Chapter 20 Brian awoke with a sopping wet diaper. He started to cry wanting out of the crib. He soon heard the door open as both women walked in. He immediately noticed that both of them were wearing nightgowns. Why would Samantha be wearing one of mommy’s nightgowns? But he was more concerned about his soggy diaper. “Oh mommy is here,” Rebecca cooed. “Let’s get you changed out of that icky diaper.” He laid on the changing table sucking his thumb while she cleaned him up. She decided to leave him in just his diaper for the afternoon. “Me no nakey,” he exclaimed indignantly. “Babies don’t mind at all. Besides, that way mommy can tell when you need changing. Now let’s go snuggle. Mommy and Auntie need to talk to you about something.” The three walked out into the living room. They sat down on the couch and Rebecca sat him on her lap. “Mommy thinks you can be a big boy for a few minutes.” Brian felt his grown-up mind in control again. “First off, I want you to know that mommy loves you with all of her heart. I am so happy to be your mommy. Mommy would never leave you. Mommy knows that you love being a baby. But,” she paused. Brian felt apprehensive. “But mommy knows that its hard for you to be a big boy now. I need you to know that you cannot be both my baby and my husband. That isn’t fair to mommy.” Brian grew upset and tears began to flow. He got off of her lap and cried out, “I’m not a baby, I’m not a baby. I can go back to being your husband. We can forget all of this and go back to how it was. Please!” “Brian, please don’t be like this. I’m not mad or angry at you, but I think you know deep down that you don’t want to go back to being a big boy. You are happier as mommy’s baby. Brian this isn’t up to you anymore. Brian sobbed, “Please let me try being a big boy.” He dropped to his knees begging for her to hear his plea. He felt his bladder release and he peed his diaper. “Brian, look at me. What did you just do in your diaper? Big boys don’t pee themselves. You aren’t a big boy. I want you to repeat after me. I am just a baby.” she instructed. He looked down at his swollen diaper. She was absolutely right and he was always going to be her baby. “I’m a baby,” he repeated over and over again. Something clicked in his brain and he knew exactly who and what he was. He was a baby and she was his mommy. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and decided to show her just how much of a baby he was. With a grunt, he filled the back of his diaper, “Me went poopy mommy.” “Mommy is so proud of you,” Rebecca said. “There is one more thing you need to know. Auntie Samantha is going to move in with us and help take care of you. I want you to also start calling her mommy.” Brian was shocked, but knew his old life was over. This was his new world. His only response was that he wanted to nurse. Rebecca placed him laid him on her lap and he started to suckle. He tasted a few drops of milk. As he quietly nursed, Rebecca knew that he would never again object to being a baby again. Maybe it was the effects of the file she had played or maybe his deep-seated desires had completely taken over. Whatever the case, his transformation was complete. The End

Chapter 17 Friday dawned bright and clear. Rebecca was so excited that she could barely sleep. Today was the big reveal. Brian’s training over the week was better than she could have ever anticipated, but she couldn’t have done it without Samantha’s help. She kept regressed just enough throughout the day that Brian was growing more and more comfortable when he was little. He grew more accustomed to freely wetting his diaper both at home and at work. But Rebecca was most curious to see how powerful the hypnotic training had been. Time would tell. Brian snuggled over to her expecting to nurse. This had become part of their morning routine. As he nursed, she tried to imagine how well he would transition to sleeping in his crib. All week she had debated whether or not he would sleep in his nursery permanently or just on occasion, but as the week progressed, she started seeing him differently. She saw him less and less as her husband, but as her baby. Although, he nursed from her daily, her sexual desire for him diminished. This was not to say that she loved him any less, but the relationship was transforming. After a few minutes, she got him off into the shower. While he cleaned up, she prepared him a bottle. He seemed so peaceful and content while he drank his bottle and she got him diapered and dressed. As it neared the time for him to leave, she broke the news, “When you get home sweetie, mommy has a big surprise for you.” Like the inpatient toddler he was becoming, he pleaded with her to tell him what it was, but she refused to budge. “Alright off you go, you will know the surprise soon enough. Know be good for Samantha.” She kissed his cheek, “Mommy loves you. “ As Brian drove to work, he noticed that he felt different this morning. The apprehension and anxiety that plagued him every morning seemed to have dissipate. For the first time, he felt truly comfortable wearing his diapers while not regressed. Although it was scary how easily he could be regressed, he was starting to be at peace with it. He knew that he would be taken care of. He arrived at his building and casually strolled to his office. He sat down and reveled in the thickness of his diaper. Maybe more people would understand if they just gave it a try. Very soon, Samantha made her presence known came in. “Good morning baby,” she said in a chipper mood. “Hi auntie,” he replied with an equally cheerful tone. “Well, aren’t you in a good mood this morning?” she enquired. Brian eagerly nodded, “Mmmmmhmmm, mommy told me she has a big surprise for me tonight.” Samantha feigned surprise. She and Rebecca had daily check ins, so she knew what was in store. “Is that so, that sounds super exciting. Now I looked at your schedule and you don’t have any meetings today. A lot of people took a long weekend, so the office is pretty quiet today. So I was thinking that since you will be in here all day, that it would be easier if you were just in your onesie and diaper. That way I can see if you need changing.” Brian started to object, but then decided against it. He popped his thumb into his mouth and relaxed his bladder. Samantha could see that he was peeing right in front of her and just smiled, “Are you going potty in your diaper silly boy?” Brian just nodded. She reached into his work bag which Rebecca had transformed into his daily diaper bag. She pulled out his sippy cup and got him some juice. She handed it to him as she called him over to stand in front of her. She took off his clothes, leaving him with only his onesie and saggy diaper. She unsnapped it to inspect the state of his diaper. She was content that he could go a little while longer before she changed him. She reached into his bag again and pulled out his pacifier which she clipped to his onesie. The hours seemed to tick by so slowly. He was so excited for his surprise that he could hardly focus. By lunchtime, he had wet two more times and his diaper was about to burst. Samantha came into to check on him. “Come show me your diaper, sweetie.” He walked from around the desk and stood in front of her. His diaper was so full that if he hadn’t been wearing his onesie, it might have fallen right off of him. “Oh baby, you are absolutely soaked.” She laid him on the couch and got him changed. As he sat up, she told him to stay there and that she would be right back. She returned holding a bottle of milk. “Why do you have a bottle, I have my sippy cup,’ Brian asked looking confused. “Oh now you think you are big boy?” she chuckled. “I see a little baby who didn’t ask his auntie to use the potty. Sooo I think that makes you just a little baby, huh?” she teased. She patted her lap, inviting him to lay his dead while she gave him his bottle. Brian capitulated without much fuss and laid down on her lap. Brian looked at Samantha’s smiling face as he nursed the bottle. Her fingers ran through his hair and she started to softly hum. He felt so little, so vulnerable, but so peaceful too. He felt a trickle of milk run down the side of his mouth. With his belly full of milk, he became drowsy, and his eyes grew heavy. He felt the familiar twinge in his bladder and let go without a moment’s hesitation. When he had finished his bottle, Samantha told him to lay on the couch so that he could take a short nap. He was out soon as his head touched the cushion. Samantha grabbed his pacifier and brushed his lips with it. His eyes fluttered open for a second as he opened his mouth. Samantha stood over him for a moment and smiled. She turned off the light and quietly closed the door. As she went back to her desk, a coworker asked why she had exited Brian’s office so gingerly. “Oh, Mr. Sullivan has a bit of migraine and I suggested that he lay down for a bit,” she said, hoping they bought it. Satisfied with the answer, he walked on about is business. Forty-five minutes later, Samantha gently rubbed his back and woke him up. “Lets check that diaper before we get back to work. Oh my goodness, you are wet,” she remarked. Brian remembered being fed the bottle, but couldn’t recall wetting himself, “I, I don’t even remember peeing,” he said with panic creeping back into his voice. “Hey, its not big deal. That’s why you have your diapers. There is nothing for you to worry about. Enjoy the fact that you don’t even have to think about the potty,” she replied. “Now lets get a little more work done and then it will be time for you to go see your big surprise,” she said cheerfully. The mention of his surprise perked him up and his worry instantly subsided. Chapter 18 Brian almost sprinted to his car, he was so excited. He raced home and ran into the house. He was like the kid jumping out of his skin to see what Santa brought on Christmas morning. “Mommy, I’m home!” he shouted. Rebecca hurried to meet him before he went any further into the house. “Are you ready for your surprise, little one?” she asked. “YES! I can’t wait any longer,” he said excitedly. “I know baby, but we have to do one thing first,” she explained as she grabbed his hand. Brian let out an exasperated sigh and stomped his foot in indignance. Her smile changed to a motherly glare in an instance, “You better change that attitude right now or you will have a sore bottom. Do you understand me?” Brian nodded. “Alright,” she said as the warmth returned to her voice. She grabbed his hand and took him to the bedroom. She stripped him out of his work clothes and checked his diaper. “All dry,” she proclaimed. She fastened a pacifier to his onesie. “Alright its time. Are you ready?” “Yes!” he answered. “Are you sure you are sure?” she teased him. “Ok, I need you to close your eyes real tight,” she instructed. She grabbed his hand and exited the bedroom. “Where are we going mommy?” he asked impatiently. “I can’t tell you that,” she snickered. She opened the door to the nursery and guided him to the center of the room. “Ok, you can open your eyes now!” Brian opened his eyes. He was totally flabbergasted at the sight that beheld him. He couldn’t speak he was in such shock. He had never anticipated something like this. The nursery was painted in a soft blue. He saw his name stenciled on the wall, over the adult sized crib. Samantha showed him his changing table and his playpen filled with toys. There was a loveseat in the corner where she could nurse him. She took him to the closet filled with outfits and all of his diapers. Brian still couldn’t process it all. He was excited, but scared simultaneously. She led him back over to the crib to show him the stuffed polar bear. “I hope you liked this,” she said as she handed it to him. Brian accepted it and squeezed it tight. Tears started to form in his eyes. He was so overcome with emotions that he didn’t know how to respond. Rebecca had anticipated that this would overwhelm him. She took his hand and squeezed it tight, “Brian, a week ago you agreed to be my baby. You have done such an amazing job this week. I know its been scary. But I know even when you are feeling more babyish, it can still be hard to quiet those big boy thoughts. I want you to be able to truly let go and to feel and act just like a little baby.” She saw the confusion in Brian’s face and paused. “Mommy thinks that you will use your diaper just like a baby, even when you need to go poopy.” “Ok, I know that I have gotten used to wetting, but I have never once messed myself. This is going to far.” But then he felt a rumble in his belly. Brian’s mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. He felt like he was supposed to do something when he felt the urge to go, but all that popped into his mind was his diaper. He wore his diapers because he wet and messed them like a little baby. That was perfectly natural. He lurched forward and his thumb found his mouth as he filled his diaper. His bladder cut loose causing his diaper to sag in his onesie. “What was that baby, you have never messed yourself?” she laughed, pleased at what she had just witnessed. “Mommy will get you changed soon.” Brian started to whine, “Please, can you change me now?” “Oh baby, you better get used to being in a full diaper. You will get changed when mommy thinks it is time.” Rebecca walked over to the love seat and sat down. “Why don’t you come here and you can have mommy’s booby. Would you like that?” Although Brian was upset, he couldn’t pass up being at her breast. He started to walk over, when Rebecca spoke again, “Mommy thinks you aren’t old enough to walk yet sweetie.” Brian stopped in his tracks. His legs felt wobbly. He tried to take one step forward, but he plopped down onto his butt, spreading the mess around his diaper. “Can you try crawling over to mommy?” she asked. Brian found that much easier as he scooted over to love seat. He put his hands on the couch to steady himself as she helped him get up. Brian watched with great eagerness as she removed her shirt and opened her nursing bra. Brian closed his eyes and started to suckle. “It won’t be long before mommy is able to make real milk for you sweetheart.” Brian felt safe and secure at her breast. Rebecca whispered into his ear, “Brian, mommy has one more surprise for you.” Brian broke his latch and looked up at her. “Mommy thinks you are just a baby and all of your big boy thoughts and feelings will go bye-bye for awhile.” It felt as if a drain was being unplugged in his brain. All of the things he learned were all leaving him. He was losing all of his words. Numbers were becoming meaningless. He stared up at Rebecca. He tried to say her name, “Webe, Weee-bek.” “Oh sweetheart, I am your mommy. Can you say that?” Brian tried, but all that came out was ma-ma. “That was so good baby,” giving him a big smile. Although his adult mind was draining from him, he was gaining other feelings. He felt the squishiness of his diaper. He saw the colors of the room and the toys in his playpen. “Ma-ma,” he chortled. Rebecca pulled him back to her breast, as her baby once again nursed. After a few minutes, she lifted him up. Brian immediately started to wail, just like an infant. She put his pacifier in his mouth. She summoned all of her strength to pick him up and carried him the few steps to the changing table. She undid his onesie and surveyed the messy diaper. “My, my you are a stinky baby, but mommy doesn’t mind.” She cleaned him up and rediapered him. She knew carrying him all over the place was unrealistic and so she whispered to him, “Mommy thinks you can walk if you hold her hand.” She helped him down from the table and led him over to the playpen. She opened up the gate to it and ushered him, closing it behind him. He plopped down and started to crawl around. He started to explore all of the toys, even putting some in his mouth. Rebecca smiled, “Ok, mommy will be right back with your dinner.” She returned with two bottles of formula. She released the side rail of the crib and positioned a pillow to lean back on. She brought Brian over and got him into the crib. She laid a pillow over her lap and brought him over to feed him. Brian mewled as he drank the formula. After he finished the second bottle. She laid him down with his pacifier. She went to the closet to pick out a footed sleeper. She got him dressed for bed and laid him back down. She kissed him on his forehead and raised the railing back into place. “You have had a long day and my baby needs his sleep.” She cranked the mobile over his crib and turned on the baby monitor. She crept towards the door, turning on nightlight as she closed the door. Brian suckled on his pacifier and stared at the mobile overhead. The sun was just going down, but Brian let out a big yawn and closed his eyes. Rebecca went to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. She pulled out her phone and texted Samantha: Well I made him a complete baby tonight. I just laid him down in his crib. Samantha: Oh he must look adorable in it. Rebecca: Oh he really did. Hey, would you like to come over tomorrow? Samantha: I would love to. Rebecca sipped her wine. She couldn’t believe how well the hypnosis training had worked. She knew she would have to continue making him listen to it, but he was completely under her control.

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Chapter 16 Progress was coming along nicely in the nursery. So far, Rebecca had successfully kept him from seeing the room’s transformation. She was confident that it would be ready for the big reveal on Friday. Brian also seemed to progressing with the hypnotic conditioning. She planned on really testing his suggestibility after she showed him his new nursery. She wondered how Brian was faring at work. I wonder if Samantha has revealed our conversation yet. Speak of the devil. Her phone buzzed with a text from Samantha: Good morning. I wanted you to know that your baby boy soaked his diapers right in front of me. You have done such an amazing job regressing him. Rebecca: Oh I am so happy. I can’t thank you enough for your help. I feel so much better that he has someone to watch over him at work. Samantha: It’s really no problem. He is just precious when he is little. You must let me babysit him at home sometime. Rebecca: I think that can be arranged. Samantha: I never in my wildest dreams imagined changing a grown man’s diapers. But now that I have, I think if I ever get a man of my own, he will have to return to diapers. Rebecca smiled. Not only had she gotten her baby, but it seems that a new friendship was budding. After Samantha changed his diaper, Brian knew that she was never again going to view him as her boss, but he hoped she would at least pretend for appearance’s sake. She filled up his sippy cup with apple juice and set it on his desk. “Ok sweet boy, its time to be a big boy for a while and get some work done. I will check on you later. And remember its ok to use your diaper, but just come get me if you want to try and use the potty,” she said much like a mother to a toddler. Brian blushed again at the mention of his diapers. She left the office and closed the door behind her. How on earth could he possibly focus? He realized he was still sucking on the pacifier and he quickly removed it. If these two women could regress him with such ease at any moment, was he now permanently bound to diapers. He had fantasized so many times about being reduced to a helpless baby. Now that it was happening and he questioned if this is what he wanted. But he feared it was too late. He was going to have to accept and trust that they would keep him safe. He tried to act like everything was normal. Now that he was alone, his adult clarity started to return. He needed to start brainstorming how to market this new Babies R Us line. Brian always liked to sketch out ideas by hand whenever he was brainstorming. He even kept a whiteboard in his office for this very purpose. He went up to the board. His mind was blank. How could he ever have a mother’s perspective? He looked down at the sippy cup sitting on his desk. He brought it too his mouth and tasted the sweet juice. Maybe he couldn’t tap into the perspective of a mother, but he knew what it felt like to be a baby. Maybe not entirely, but then again, he was in a very thick diaper. He closed his eyes and tried to recall the feelings he had when his mommy was in control. In those moments, he didn’t think in words, but feelings and sensations. He opened the cap to the marker and started scribbling the feelings he experienced with his mommy: warmth, safety, trust, love, giggly. He kept scribbling across the board: cold, wet, hungry, scared, small, full, peaceful. He stared at the words he had scrawled out. He keyed in one word in particular: trust. He grabbed a red marker and drew a big circle around it. Trust could be a nebulous word. It gets tossed around so much that it sometimes lost meaning. But with his recent experiences, it took on new meaning for him. When he was wet, he had to trust that his mommy would change him. When he felt scared, he had to trust that she would keep him safe. He thought about the night that this all started. By him agreeing to be her baby, he was entrusting her with his greatest vulnerability. Obviously, babies aren’t able to articulate what they are feeling, but who would know better as to what a baby was feeling: mothers. He still had a long way to go, but this exercise was getting the wheels turning. Brian was so consumed with his work, he didn’t realize that half the morning had elapsed. He was so happy that he had been able to regain that focus. It gave him a glimmer of comfort that maybe he still in control of some things. Maybe he could be both a big boy and a baby. But then a rumble in his belly snatched his attention. He hadn’t had a bowel movement since Saturday. Perhaps his anxiety and nerves had bound him up. When he had played in diapers before this all began, he had never messed himself. It was one thing to wet, but he wasn’t willing to do that. He felt nervous about having to ask Samantha to go potty. He could just use his diaper, but having her change a messy diaper might be even more embarrassing. He looked back at the board. Trust. He had to put it to the test and trust that Samantha meant everything she said to him. He peaked his head out the door, “Umm, can I see you for a moment?” “Of course,” she smiled. Inside the office, Brian started to have second thoughts about asking, but then another rumble in his belly made him find the courage to ask. “Ummm, I need to use the potty… I mean the restroom.”“Oh! Ok. Let me help you,” she was actually surprised that he came and asked. Brian started to unbutton his shirt. She playfully slapped his hand, “Uh uh uh baby, let me do that,” she chided him. After removing his shirt and pants, she pulled his onesie over his head, “Lay on the couch for me.” She undid the tapes of his diaper and set it aside. Fortunately, these diapers were refastenable. She then went through the trouble of redressing him. “Alright, I think you look acceptable to walk through the office. You don’t have any big boy undies, but I think you will be ok for a few minutes. When you get back, I will get you back in your diaper,” she said. “Thank you,” Brian said timidly. “Thank you what,” she said with one eye-brow raised. “Umm… thank you Auntie Samantha,” he said like a child that had just be scolded. She patted his bottom, “Off you go.” After a few minutes he returned. Although he still struggled with his embarrassment, Samantha was helping him feel more at ease. Back in the office, she had Brian undressed once again. The haze of regression swept over him again as he stood before her in nothing but his birthday suit. His thumb made it to his mouth. “Lay down baby,” she cooed. She pulled out some wipes and proceeded to clean his bottom. “But Aunfie Samanfa, I wiped myself after I went potty,” he said with his thumb still ensconced in his mouth. “I know sweetie, but I just wanted to make sure that you are all clean,” she responded. She rediapered him and got him dressed again. When he was finished, he started to “grow up.” He pulled his thumb from his mouth and blushed. She placed her hand on his arm, “Brian what did I tell you. There is no need to feel embarrassed. Do you think if I was judging you that I would be standing here? I want you to feel comfortable to act as little as you want around me. Ok?” “I know, its just hard. And if it makes you feel any better, I still get really nervous with mommy too,” he said not even realizing that he said mommy instead of Rebecca. “Its hard and scary, but I want you to know that I am really thankful that you are here to help me. It really helps to know I am not alone. To be honest, I felt really scared yesterday, especially when I had my accident.” “I have to imagine that must have felt really scary and lonely. You aren’t alone Brian. You can count on me anytime,” she said. Brian felt a tear run down his check. He felt like he had cried so much over the past few days. “Oh sweetheart, there isn’t any reason to cry,” she said as she pulled him in for a hug. “You are such sweet boy and you are just too cute in your diaper. I could just eat you up,” she snickered and started tickling him. Brian’s tears turned to giggles. “Now I don’t want to hear anymore about feeling embarrassed, whether its around me or even around your mommy. We both want you to be a happy baby. Now let’s try to get a little more work done before I take you out to lunch, my treat,” she smiled.

Chapter 15 The morning alarm signaled the beginning of a new day. Brian nestled into his wife’s chest. Without uttering a word, she lifted her nightgown and guided him to her breast. When he was at her breast, he was at peace. There was no fear or anxiety, just the loving affection of his mommy. In those moments he truly saw himself as a baby. Without a second thought, he released his full bladder into his diaper. Rebecca felt the growing warmth emanating from his diaper and kissed his forehead, “That’s my good boy.” After a few more minutes together, the two arose to get the day started. She stripped off his soaking wet diaper and sent him to take a shower. The shower always seemed to reawaken his adult mind, but he knew Rebecca wouldn’t let that last long. He still struggled with his embarrassment and lack of control. He was amazed at how easily he wet himself. If he concentrated hard enough he felt he could hold it, but it felt that he vacillated back and forth between adult and baby. He could go from grown man to little boy in a moment’s time. It was growing harder and harder to prevent his baby persona from coming out. After his shower, he went back into the bedroom so that his wife could get him dressed. It didn’t even cross his mind that this was something he could do himself. He just accepted that she would help him do it. As he laid down, he popped his thumb in his mouth, but then he noticed that Rebecca had pulled out a thick diaper. What about his pull-ups. Everyone at work would surely notice a thick, crinkly diaper. “Mommy, please don’t put that on me,” Brian pleaded. “Did you forget how wet you were when you got home last night. You told me that you wet yourself twice yesterday. Mommy understands how hard it is sometimes to make it to the potty and this way you are protected. We will wear dark pants today to make it less noticeable. But I no one will even notice,” she calmy explained to him. “But what if the bigger boys make fun of me,” Brian said without realizing what came out of his mouth. He had just referred to his colleagues as the “bigger boys.” “Mommy knows best, doesn’t she and mommy thinks you are better off in a diaper. I will make sure to send extras with you, just in case,” Rebecca said as she finished taping him up. Brian felt defeated and said no more on the matter. She finished getting him dressed and got him his breakfast. As he was about to leave, she gave him a big hug, “Now I want you to pretend really hard that you are a big boy at work, but you will be mommy’s baby when you get home.” Brian was about to walk out when she said one more thing, “Oh and please don’t make any fuss for Ms. Carson. Be a good boy. Have a good day sweetie.” She ushered him out the door with his bag. Brian got in his car, bewildered by what she had just said. Brian arrived at work and raced to his office. He was in such shock when he left, he didn’t even to look at what was in his bag. He took a deep breath and unzipped it. If anyone didn’t know this was for an adult, they would have been convinced it was a diaper bag. There were several extra diapers, wipes and even an extra onesie. But then he noticed that she even packed a sippy cup with a sticky note attached: I didn’t want my baby to spill on his big boy clothes. Love you. He could feel the thickness of his diaper between his legs and with every move, he heard the distinct crinkle. It sounded deafening to him and he was absolutely sure that someone was going to notice. Brian tried to regain his composure as he whispered to himself over and over, “You are a big boy, you are a big boy.” A knock at the door broke his mantra. He fumbled with the zipper of his bag as he tried to close it up and put it out of view. “Umm, yes who is it?” he called. “It’s Samantha, may I come in?” she asked. He cleared his throat and attempted to make his voice sound deeper, “Of course.” “Good morning, sir. I wanted to see if we could take for a just a moment about yesterday,” she inquired. Brian nervously looked around the room, purposefully avoiding her gaze. Rebecca’s words echoed through his head and he tried to drown it out, “No, I don’t think that will be necessary. I was a bit under the weather yesterday, but I assure you I am much better today. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Samantha looked genuinely hurt, “Very well then, if there is nothing you need at the moment, I will head back to my desk.” She closed the door. Brian immediately felt remorse for his tone. He got up and paced the room. How can I possibly explain what’s going on with me? She obviously knows something. Do I tell her that I am having a health issue to explain wetting my pants yesterday, but what about the pacifier? God this is so hard. Then again she did say no judgement. Whatever I say, I need to apologize. Brian leaned his head out the door, “Samantha, can we talk for a moment.” She entered the room and he closed it behind her. He gestured for her to take a seat on the loveseat. He leaned on the corner of his desk and took a deep breath, “I owe you an apology. I was sharp with you and you didn’t deserve that. I am going through something right now that’s really hard to explain. I’m sure finding the pacifier and seeing my wet pants prompted many questions for you. I’m way too embarrassed to get into it, but this personal matter is why I’m off and probably acting strange. I don’t want you to think less of me or think me weird for what you witnessed yesterday. Please accept my sincerest apologies.” Samantha nodded her and stood up. Brian looked down, thinking that she was about to depart, but instead she began to speak. “Brian, as I told you yesterday, I think you are a good man and have always been so kind to me. What I wanted to tell you this morning was that I know what’s going on and you needn’t worry about it with me. In fact, I am going to help you here at work.” Brian’s jaw dropped, “Wha…what are you talking about? What do you know?” He wanted to be anywhere but here. “I don’t understand,” he mumbled. Samantha took his hand and smiled, “There is nothing to worry about sweetheart. I know that while you are here, you need someone to help keep an eye on you.” The soft tone of her voice and the feeling of his hand in hers stirred his infantile thoughts. Not here, not now he had to fight it and maintain control. But it was growing harder. He let go of his bladder and soaked his diaper with Samantha right in front of him. His cheeks burned and his voice failed him. “It’s ok baby boy. I know you didn’t have anyone to change you yesterday, but you won’t have to worry about that at all today. You just went potty in your diaper, didn’t you?” Brian couldn’t find the words, but simply hung his head in shame. Tears started flowing down his cheeks. Samantha led him over to the couch and proceeded to take off his clothing. Brian felt too regressed to disobey her. “I don’t want you to cry all over your big boy clothes. It’s all going to be ok. I did a lot of babysitting in high school and college and I just adore little ones, even big ones like you,” she giggled. After he was stripped down to just his onesie and his diaper, Samantha grabbed his bag, “Lets see what we have in here. Oh we are going to need a new diaper. Oh and here is your pacifier.” She plopped it in his mouth and he felt the soothing comfort as he suckled. “I know this is all coming as a big shock to you, but I promise you, I won’t let anything bad happen to you while you are here. I know it’s scary to use your diapers at work, so if you have to go potty, you come tell Auntie Samantha and I will take your diaper off for you and let you go to the bathroom. But, it’s totally ok with me if you use your diapers. I will change you, baby And do worry, I will be there to help when you need to be a big boy. Now, I think you need some snuggles for a few minutes before I get you changed.” Brian curled up next to her on the couch and let her coddle him. “I know you are wondering how I know all of this.” Brian looked up at her and nodded. “Well your mommy texted me last night. And when she told me how she was turning you into a little baby, I couldn’t resist helping her.” Brian closed his eyes. He had lost control of everything in his life. Now he had two women regressing him and there was nothing he could to stop it. He felt his diaper warm again and wondered what was going to be in store for him next.

Sorry about the errors. I’m a terrible proof reader.

Chapter 14 Brian walked into the house and immediately burst into tears. He crumpled to floor and cried for his mommy. “Oh baby, my goodness what’s wrong?” she asked as she sat down on the floor next to him. He nuzzled his face into her chest. She held him tight, “Shhhhh, everything is ok. Mommy is here. Do you think you can calm down enough to tell me what happened?” Between sobs, Brian tried to tell her about his day, “I I, wet my pull-up twice today and then I lost my paci, but Samantha found and gave it back to me. And then she told me I should wear thicker protection.” His speech sounded like that of an excited toddler, as his short sentences rolled one into the next, “And, and, and then I had to go to a meeting about a new client and it was Babies R Us. I got so nervous in the meeting that I tried to pee just a little bit, but but but…”. Brian wailed like a helpless child. He was so upset that he didn’t even notice that he was uncontrollably wetting his pants again. Rebecca noticed the growing wet spot on the front of his pants. She continued to act like a concerned mother, but inside she was elated. He was becoming a baby before her very eyes, “But what honey? Tell mommy what happened.” “I, I, I…soaked my pull-up. I am so ashamed mommy, I’m becoming a baby. I don’t know how I am going to make it through work tomorrow,” he buried his head into her chest again. “That was very of brave of you to tell me what happened. And you know what? You are just a baby. You are mommy’s special little boy. Babies have accidents. That why I put you in pull-ups this morning. But it sounds like Samantha might be right. We might need to send you in something a little thicker tomorrow. Although you are just a baby, just imagine that when you are at work, you are pretending to be a big boy and doing all the things big boys do. But when you get home, you won’t have to pretend anymore. Mommy knows its hard being a big boy. Now, I see a very wet little boy who is desperate need of a change,” she said lifting up off the floor. Brian let her guide him back to the bedroom. He descended into a haze again, but he knew that mommy would make everything better. She laid out a changing mat on the bed and beckoned him over. She unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, “Ok step out these for me.” Brian stuck his thumb in his mouth and followed her directions. After taking off his pants, she pulled off his soaking wet onesie. “Lay down on the changing bad for me. Oh my goodness you are soaked. You really went pee-pee,” she said as she tickled his belly. Brian giggled behind his thumb. She tore off the pull-up and wiped him down with some wipes. You know what, I think we should get you into a bath. Won’t that be nice?” she cooed at him. She led him off into the bathroom and set his naked butt on the toilet seat, his thumb never leaving his mouth. “Now you sit here like a good boy, while I start your bath.” Brian just nodded, content to let her do everything for him. She drew he bath and added some bubbles. “Ok, hop in.” Brian sat down, the water barely coming up over his crotch, but he didn’t mind. The bubbles smelled nice and it was fun to splash. “Brian, I got you something for bath time,” she said excitedly and produced a big rubber ducky. His eyes lit up. In the past, his adult brain prevented him from truly enjoying his toys, but this felt different. He was genuinely excited about the rubber ducky. “Can you tell me what sound a duck makes?” Rebecca asked as she kneeled down next to the tub. “Qwack,” Brian chirped. “That’s right!”she cheered. “Now you play with that while mommy cleans you up.” Brian moved his ducky through the water and splashed about, making all kinds of silly little sounds. Rebecca smiled and laughed at her silly little boy, “Mommy is so very happy to see you playing and enjoying yourself. Isn’t that so much better than worrying about all those scary big boy things?” Brian fervently nodded his head and went back to playing. Rebecca grapped a wash cloth and started washing him all over. He bristled a little when she washed his face and behind his ears. “Can you stand up, mommy needs to wash that pee-pee and your cute little butt.” Brian did as he was told. She rubbed the washcloth over his crotch and his bottom. Brian’s thumb returned to his mouth and she washed him up. Two days ok, if she had done this, he would have been overcome with shame and embarrassment, but in this moment it felt right. He had not a care in the world. “Ok its time to hop out now.” “But mommy, I don’t wanna. I was having fun with ducky,” he whined. “I know sweetheart and I’m so glad that you are having fun, but mommy still has to make dinner. And I know a big baby that needs to get his diaper on. We don’t want you peeing all over the floor,” she guided him out of the tub and dried him off. Hand in hand, the two returned to the bedroom where she diapered him and dressed him in another onesie. She clipped on a different pacifier than he was used to and he made a face at Rebecca. “Mommy has already started getting my baby lots of stuff.” Brian didn’t respond, but simply popped the pacifier in his mouth. In just a matter of two days, Brian was growing more and more dependent on his pacifier. It soothed him. He recalled his mother saying that he had a hard time letting go of it when he was a toddler. After he was diapered and dressed, she led back to the den and laid him down on the couch like she had done the previous evening. She went to the kitchen and retuned with a bottle of milk and then placed the headphones over his ears. “Remember, this music helps you relax and be the best baby you can for mommy,” she whispered and then kissed his forehead. Brian began to nurse the bottle and in a few moments his eyes closed. When she was certain that he was content, she went to the kitchen to make dinner. But before she started cooking, she pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her contacts. She and Brian had gone out for drinks with Samantha on a few occasions. Although she didn’t know her well, they got along well. There was something about her she knew she could trust. She found her number and sent her a message: We need to talk.

Will just have to see

Chapter 12 Rebecca was expecting many of her purchases to start arriving today. She walked into the spare bedroom and started to envision what the nursery would look like. But first she would have to clear the room to make room for the new furniture. She went right to work. After a few hours, she had cleared all of the walls of décor, packed up all of the knick-knacks and cleared out the closet. All the was left was a few pieces of furniture that she would need help moving into the basement. She was about to text Brian to see how he was doing when the doorbell rang. A tingle of excitement coursed through her. On her front stoop was several packages. She wasted no time in tearing into them. There were cases of thick abdl, style diapers. In another box, were a number of cute outfits for her boy. She held up a light blue onesie that read Mommy’s Little Stinker. There were pacifiers, bottles and bibs while other boxes were filled with toys geared for 12 month olds. In another box, she pulled out a large plush polar bear. She pulled it close to her and reveled in its softness. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how adorable Brian would be holding his stuffie while fast asleep in his crib. There was one more box left to open. It was a breast pump and supplements. With it in hand, she walked into their bedroom and sat down on the bed. She slipped off her bra and placed the shield over her breast. She turned it on and the suction began. She closed her eyes and rested her on the headboard. The suction of the pump set shivers down her back. Her mind wandered to visions of her breasts being so full and sweet Brian eagerly awaiting to be fed. The daydream was so thrilling. After a few minutes she switched breasts. Her excitement slowly turned to a sincere longing for her baby. She wanted him close, he needed her and she needed to take care of his every need. She wondered if that’s how new mothers felt. She reached for her phone and sent him a text: Hi baby boy. Mommy is just checking in. I can’t wait for you to get home sweetheart. Mommy loves you. A few minutes later, her phone buzzed: I’m ok mommy. I wish I didn’t have to work today. I feel like I am in a fog and its been hard to concentrate. Will you snuggle with me tonight? Her heart melted when she read the last sentence. It was the first time he had really expressed needing that maternal affection. She quickly sent back a reply: Of course baby. You never have to ask for mommy snuggles. When you get home, you can let go of all of those yucky big boy feelings and mommy will help you feel little again. Mommy will see you soon. Rebecca finished pumping and retuned to the spare bedroom. She looked at the plain white walls. It seemed like a good afternoon to do some painting. She pulled out her phone and texted Jennifer: Want to help me redecorate? I can pay you in wine! Chapter 13 Brian had managed to pull it together enough to get some work done. But as it neared lunchtime, he took notice of his aching bladder. He had tried to ignore the dampness of his pull-up from his earlier episode. It wasn’t by any means soaked, but he would feel better when he changed. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pull-up. He panicked when he realized he would have to sneak it out of his office. It might look odd carrying his work bag into the bathroom. He looked back at the pull-up and thought it was thin enough to wedge it between his waist band and his back and put on his jacket to conceal it. He called Samantha into office. “Yes, Mr. Sullivan?, she asked. “Um yes, I need you to hold my calls for a few minutes.” He shuffled papers on his desk, trying not to reveal his nervousness. “I think a walk will do me some good, maybe clear my head before the meeting this afternoon.” “Absolutely. I think that is a great idea. Is there anything else I can do?” she asked with a genuine smile. “You know what, there is. I want you in that meeting with me this afternoon. I want your eyes on this new project.” She beamed. Although he often asked for her input, he had never brought her to one of these big project meetings. “Yes...yes I will absolutely be there.” “Excellent. Ok I will be back in a bit,” he said as walked out the door. She watched him as he departed. He jacket was bunched in the back. She could something protruding from the waist of his pants. She couldn’t see it long as he disappeared from the doorway. She thought it crazy, but thought that it looked like a diaper. She was about to make her exit when she dropped her pen. It rolled down by his bag and she bent down to retrieve it. That’s when she noticed a ribbon connected to clip underneath his bag. That was curious. She pulled it free and discovered what was at the other end of the clip: a pacifier. A moment ago, she swore she a diaper sticking out of his pants and now she was holding a pacifier. She was nearly certain that he didn’t have any children. Why would this be here? Then she noticed that it was abnormally large. It looked far too big for any child. Was this his? She clutched it into her hand and walked out to her desk where she shoved it in a drawer. Brian nervously shuffled through the office. Brian had always had bathroom anxiety. He hated going into a bathroom with several stalls already occupied. He never understood how people could go so easily with others in earshot. If it looked like a bathroom was quite full, he had no turning around and waiting for another time. He would even walk clear across the building to one of the more secluded bathrooms to have some privacy. That’s where he planned on going now. Although it would take longer to get there, it might be an easier place to change. As it was the lunch hour, much of the office was vacant. Brian breathed a sigh of relief as he reached the bathroom and found all the stalls empty. He closed the door behind him and removed his jacket. He stood there for a moment trying to figure out how to do this. If his mommy were here, she would know exactly what to do. After a moment, he realized he had no choice but to completely undress. He slipped out of his shoes and proceeded to strip down. Here he was standing in an office bathroom in nothing but his socks, a onesie and a damp pull up. He never could have imagined this when he left work on Friday. He unfastened the snaps of the onesie and tore off the onesie. He pulled up his onesie while he used the bathroom. His bladder was super full and he felt instant relief. When he finished, he slipped on the new pullup and proceeded to redress himself. This was going to be a big problem if he was going to have to completely undress every time he needed to use the bathroom. He walked out of the stall and placed the used pull-up in the trashcan. He wadded up several paper towels and threw them over top of the discarded pull-up in hopes that no one would see it. He washed his hands and looked himself over in the mirror. He felt confident that his onesie was properly concealed, and he started to make his way back to his office. As he passed Samantha’s desk, he flashed a nervous smile and quickly shuffled into his office. He had just settled back into his chair, when she knocked at his door. “May I come in?” she asked through the door. Brian exhaled, “Sure.” “That was a pretty fast walk sir. Is there anything you need before the big meeting this afternoon?” she asked in a sweet tone. He looked up at her with an almost quizzical gaze. She was always a diligent employee, but today she seemed to be extra attentive, almost doting. He couldn’t put his finger on it. “A coffee would be wonderful. I could use a pick me up.” “Glady,” and she was off. Brian tried to focus his mind on the upcoming meeting. Today was the first that he had of the Babies R Us project. He didn’t even know they were a client. But why did they want him on the project? He was feeling pensive again and he reached into his bag, fishing for his pacifier. Nothing. His chest grew tight and his stomach was in knots again. He frantically threw the bag on his desk to search the bag more thoroughly. As he searched, Samantha came back in with his coffee. “Is everything alright Mr. Sullivan?" she asked with concern. She saw the frantic expression on his face. He tried to make up an excuse that he had momentarily lost his wedding ring. He placed the bag back on the ground, “All good. Thank you for the coffee.” She knew that he had to have been looking for the pacifier she found earlier. It probably explained why he was acting so weird. She felt a sudden pang of guilt for taking it, but she had so many questions She guessed her own curiosity possessed her to grab it. For a split second she thought about retrieving it from her desk and returning it. However, with the meeting approaching, it seemed like a bad time. She would wait until it was time to head home. The hour of the meeting arrived and the two walked into the conference room. Mr. Gates was already seated as well as several of his other colleagues. “Ah Mr. Sullivan, just the man I have been waiting to see. Please take your seat and we will get started in just a moment.” Brian sat down at opened his notebook. Samantha went to take a seat at a chair on the perimeter of the room, but he beckoned for her to sit next to him. “I hope you don’t mind Mr. Gates, I have invited Ms. Carson to sit in on this meeting. I think she might some fresh perspective.” “Of course not Mr. Sullivan. Your work for this company has been impeccable. You have been invaluable to this company. Now as you may know, Babies R Us as hired us to help them market a new product line. If we knock this out of the park, they may work with us exclusively. Mr. Johnson here is going to brief us a bit more on the details. The floor is yours sir.” Mark Johnson passed around a packet of information to everyone in attendance, “Thank you Mr. Gates. As he said Babies R Us wants us to market this new line of products. As you can see here it is called Mommy Knows Best. It includes everything from diapers and clothing to strollers and furniture. Brian stared down at the line of products listed in the packet. He kept his head down. He prayed he wasn’t blushing too bad. He was sitting in a conference room listening to a presentation on a line of baby products while underneath his professional attire, he was clad in a pull-up and onesie. Samantha noticed his discomfort but recognized there was little that she could do in the moment. Brian struggled to focus and was only partially paying attention. As Mark spoke, he noticed a twinge in his bladder. He shouldn’t have had that coffee. Mark continued on, “As you can guess with a name like Mommy Knows Best, we want to drive home that idea that no one knows what’s best for their baby than a mother. We want them to associate this line of product as the best possible decision for all of their baby’s needs.” Brian began to quietly fidget in his seat. He absent mindedly bounced his leg. Samantha had never seen Brian act this way. He was usually so calm and collected. Brian tried to focus, but his full bladder interrupted his concentration. He decided to try and pee a little bit with the hope of reducing the pressure. He took a breath and relaxed his muscles, but instead of just letting out a small spurt, the damn burst. There was nothing he could do to stop it as his pull was being put to its limit. Samantha looked over convinced she heard a hissing sound. Brian tried to look nonchalant, but he was on the verge of panic attack. Mark finished his presentation. Mr. Gates stood up and looked directly at Brian, “Mr. Sullivan can we rely on you to handle this project.” Brian stammered, “Uh yes…yes of course of Mr. Gates.” “Very well then. Thank you everyone,” Mr. Gates said and exited the conference room. Brian stood up without a word. He could feel the weight of his pullup. He was too scared to see if he leaked into his pants. He raced out of the room without waiting for Samantha to accompany him. She had no clue as how to help. Brian reached the safety of his office and locked the door behind him. He pulled down his pants to inspect. He could feel that his onesie was damp, but his pants remained dry. He hoped he could make it till the end of the day. He unlocked his door and went back to his desk. As he sat down, he felt the squish of his pull-up. He just wanted to cry. He needed his mommy. He sat staring at his computer screen in a total fog. Finally a knock at the door jolted him from his daze. “Mr. Sullivan is there anything else I can do before I head home?” He looked down at phone and realized the time. “No Ms. Carson. Thank you for all you hard work today,” he said through the door. Brian gathered his things and walked briskly out of his office. He reached his car and set his bag inside. He was just about to hop in when he heard his name called. He swung around to see Samantha running towards him. “Ms. Carson, is everything ok?” he called to her. “I need to apologize to you,” she said while opening her hand to reveal something sitting on her palm. “I found this on the floor of your office. I am so so sorry Mr. Sullivan. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just grabbed it and I shouldn’t have. I have no idea what’s going on. I know you were under a lot of stress today. I want you to know that I am here if there is anything I can do, not only as a coworker, but as a friend. You have always been so kind and respectful to me.” Brian’s face could not hide his shock as he took the pacifier from her. He was completely flabbergasted. He tried to speak, but no words escaped his mouth. She reached up and in a comforting manner, placed her hand on his arm. “There is no judgement from me. You are a good man, Brian. Oh and, you might want to get some thicker protection,” and with that she walked away. Brian quickly patted his backside and realized that several wet spots had formed. He hopped down in the car and tried to process what had just happened. He looked down at the pacifier still in his hand. After a moment, he surrendered to his needs and popped it into his mouth and proceeded to drive home.

That’s an incredibly high compliment

Chapter 10 The Monday morning alarm sounded, waking the couple. Brian rubbed his as he slowly grew more alert. He was amazed that his binky remained between his lips. He felt the bulk of his diaper. He remembered being changed into a dry diaper right before they went to bed. To his relief, the diaper was dry, but somewhere back in the back of his mind, he felt disappointed that he hadn’t wet during the night. He loved the affection he received from Rebecca when he caved to his more babyish impulses. He was about to step out of bed when Rebecca touched the small of his back. He turned around to her face her and removed his pacifier. “Good morning Rebe….mommy,” Brian said sheepishly. “How did my baby sleep,” she said has her hand migrated to the front of his diaper. “Hmmm looks like my baby was holding his pee-pee all night. Do you have to go now sweetheart?” she inquired. “Ya I was about to go to the bathroom.” Brian responded. With her hand still on his diapered crotch, she chided him, “Ummmm I don’t think so baby. We wouldn’t want to waste a perfectly good diaper. Look at me Brian, do you remember how good it felt last night when you wet yourself. You felt like such a baby didn’t you? You want to make mommy happy and you can do that by just letting go.” She slipped down her nightgown, revealing her breast. “Come here, why don’t you snuggle with mommy before we get you ready for work.” Brian sat stunned. How was he feeling regressed so quickly. The sight of her breast clouded his mind and snuggled up into her embrace. She moved her breast to his mouth which he accepted eagerly. All he could think was that he felt happy with his mommy. His diaper began to grow warm as Brian surrendered to her. “Mmmmm, that’s a very good baby. You made mommy so happy. She placed her lips to his forwarded and ran her fingers through his hair. Brian wanted this moment to last forever. “Ok sweetheart, I think we need to get you ready. I promise mommy will let you nurse some more tonight. Would you like that baby?” Brian nodded his head and replaced her breast with his thumb. She laid him on his back and removed the swollen diaper. “Ok go get a shower and I then I will get you dressed ok,” Rebecca said. Brian accepted her directions without fuss. He washed himself up and returned to the bedroom. “There’s my boy. Come lay down.” Brian walked across the room, but what he saw laid out on the bed turned his stomach into knots. Rebecca smiled and beckoned him over. Brian hesitated, “Um, I can’t wear that to work.” His breath quickened and pulse raced. “She grabbed his hand and led him over. “Do you think mommy would do anything to hurt you?” she questioned. “But, but why do you have my onesie out and a pullup,” he stammered. “Sweetie, I know you think you are a big boy today, but we just need to make sure you are protected just in case. But I promise no one will notice what you are wearing. I will put your big boy clothes over your onesie. But I don’t want you to forget while you were at work that you are mommy’s baby,” she said rubbing his back. He nervously laid back and let her go about getting him ready. She rubbed him down with baby lotion and applied a liberal amount of powder to his crotch. She gestured for him to stand up and step into a pull up. She pulled the onesie down and snapped it in place. The pullup felt so much thinner after wearing a thick diaper earlier. He let his mind wander for a moment and grew nervous that it wouldn’t be sufficient protection. Rebecca grabbed a pair of dress pants and helped him put them on. She picked a nice shirt and tenderly buttoned it up. She bent down and attended to his socks and shoes. “There, lets get you something to eat before you leave,” she said as she pecked his cheek with a kiss. He sat down at the kitchen table as she fixed him breakfast. She prepared him a bowl of oatmeal and sat it front of him, “Oh I forgot your bottle.” She returned to the table with a bottle ok milk, “I don’t want my baby to get his clothes dirty.” She grabbed a napkin and stuffed it in the collar of his shirt. After finishing his breakfast, she helped him with his coat and handed him his work bag. She pulled him into a warm hug and whispered in his ear, “Remember mommy loves you so much. I am so proud of you Brian, you have made so much progress these past two days. You have made me such a happy mommy.” Chapter 11 Brian walked into the building of the marketing firm. Although Brian was never the center of attention, he was fairly sociable at work. He was pretty well liked and respected by his colleagues. His hard work and leadership had elevated him to senior project planner. The promotion had not only greatly enhanced his salary, but it came with a private office and a personal secretary. Brian felt so nervous as he walked through the front doors. He was certain that everyone would notice his attire. I just need to make it to my office and everything will be just fine. He prayed that no one would stop him for Monday morning chit chat. A few people nodded good morning, but he made it to office without delay. He closed the door behind and let out a sigh of relief. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to hide all day, but he would try to as much as he could. He turned on his computer and attempted to focus his attention on his work. He reached into his bag to grab his glasses, but as his hand searched the bag he felt something he didn’t expect. Inside were two additional pull-ups and his pacifier. Taped to one of the pullups was a note from Rebecca: Mommy wanted to make sure you were prepared. Remember its ok if you have an accident. Mommy loves you. Brian quickly zipped up the bag and tried to refocus, but just the mere sight of the pull-up clouded his thinking. He stared blankly at his screen when a knock at the door, “Mr. Sullivan, may I come in?” It was his secretary, Samantha Carson. She was a very shapely woman with long blonde hair in her mid-twenties. She was the type that caused heads to turn as she passed by. She could have men under her spell without uttering a single word. Although it was impossible to not be captivated by her beauty, Brian always displayed the greatest kindness and respect. She noticed that he was different from so many other men. Most men were just dogs wanting to get her into bed. But Brian treated her as a professional and never as an inferior. She wasn’t just a secretary. He valued her opinion and input on projects. She admired how fiercely devoted he was to his wife and wished that she could find a partner like him. “Yes, Ms. Carson, please come in,” Brian said. Samantha walked in. As he looked up from his computer, his eyes focused on her bosom. For a moment, all he wanted was to be nursed. He quickly caught himself and turned his attention to her face, hoping she didn’t notice his stare. “How was you weekend?” he asked. “Oh it was fine, never long enough,” revealing her radiant smile. Brian chuckled, “I know the feeling.” “Your 12pm meeting was rescheduled for Friday. Oh and Mr. Gates scheduled a meeting at 2 this afternoon. Something about a new project for Babies R Us.” Brian felt like his cheeks started burning when he heard the word babies. Oh my god. Do they know? He has to know. Why else would he put me on this project? He glanced back up at her. She can tell I am wearing a pull-up can’t she? His palms felt sweaty and he curtly responded, “Ok that’s fine.” A small spurt of pee escaped into his pull-up. “Mr. Sullivan, are you ok?,” she was genuinely concerned. The look of worry on his face made her want to comfort him. Brian noticed that her face did not convey even the slightest sense of judgement. “I am just a little tired and out of sorts this morning. I will be ok,” Brian responded. “Ok, but if there is anything I can get you. Anything at all, just let me know.” Brian thanked her as she exited his office. He tried to calm himself down and slow his breathing. He glanced at his bag sitting next to his desk. Maybe just for a minute. He reached into and retrieved his pacifier. He placed it between his lips and he immediately felt calmer. After a few minutes, he felt he had regained his composure. As he went to return the pacifier to his big, a knock came at his door again, drawing his attention to the door. He let the pacifier slip from his hand, thinking it landed in his bag. “Come in.”