BabyCR

I was thinking about buying some Rearz bottles but I'm worried about the glass construction. How likely is it that said glass will break if it falls off, say, a bedside table onto a hard floor?

WHOOPS! Forgot to post the adoption form thing XD ----------

There will be conflict, don't worry.

This will be my first story in this setting, so bear with me. It will be much lighter in fare than most Diaper Dimension stories I've read--no humiliation, no abuse, no sexual stuff or BDSM--and is mostly going to involve fluff. I'm using the adoption form made by @Alex Bridges in this story (check it out at the end of this chapter), and I'm also taking some inspiration from @Personalias and their Diaper Dimension stories for some elements. I hope you all enjoy! -------------------- I sat in the playpen, fiddling with various baby toys and floating in and out of my headspace. I'd always felt "little", even on Earth, and always felt embarrassed by it; after all, a 30-something man who occasionally wears diapers and baby clothes for some strange emotional need to regress would definitely sound weird to most people. Now, though, I was in a world where none of that mattered anymore. I'd heard about the Amazons and their adoption centers, ferrying humans (or as they call us, "littles") to their world, but hadn't had the courage to actually go through with it until after my 35th birthday. It was a rather bland affair, and difficult to enjoy considering the difficulties of life at the time; all it ended up doing was reminding me of my own fragile mortality. I'd never been in anything resembling a romantic relationship in my life. I couldn't drive. I hadn't even lived on my own or had a stable job. My life basically stopped moving forward shortly after graduating High School, and on that birthday it struck me just how long it had been stuck. That night, after a great deal of thought, I left the house on the pretext of heading for a party, leaving a note behind... and never looking back. It was strange just how quickly the process moved; I entered the building, filled out a form, submitted it, walked through a machine that did a full-body medical scan, and then through a portal. Before I knew it, I was on the other side, and physically 8 years old (but with a lisp fitting a toddler). Not long after, I was dressed in diapers and a baby blue t-shirt and placed into a playpen filled with baby toys and other littles like me. All of us still had our adult minds; though there were definitely elements in Amazon society that would demand we be brain-blasted by a marathon session of full-strength hypnotic cartoons immediately, this adoption center was not such a place. The option to be mentally regressed was there--they even had toys that would give a non-permanent hypnotic effect for those who wanted to temporarily forget their adult cares--but no one was going to be brainwashed against their will. I was fairly happy about this; much as I liked being little and feeling like a baby, I also liked being able to have an adult mind to return to. I'd indulge in the hypnotic toys every so often; much as a single drink of alcohol won't kill you but constant guzzling of booze will give you eventual liver damage, a small dose of the infantilizing stuff wouldn't melt your brain into mush as long as you didn't overdose. The only complaint I had was the waiting. I was eager to be adopted; my birth parents were nice enough, but the idea of a new family with a completely fresh start was a big deal for me. But day after day, I saw little after little get adopted by loving new Amazon parents, while I remained behind. Finally, about a week after my arrival, some luck arrived. "So here we have our playroom; take a look around!" I looked up from what I was doing to see an employee giving a tour to an Amazon couple; I sighed as they scanned the room, looking past me at some of the other littles present. Once again, ignored... "MOM! Look at that one! He looks like me a bit!" I whipped my head toward the source of the voice to see an Amazonian boy of about 7-8 years pointing at me. The couple--his parents, obviously--turned and looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Honey," the mother said, "didn't you say you wanted to stay in the car?" "I got bored! But look, that one really does look a little like me!" I considered this for a moment or two; there was some slight coincidental resemblance. Brown eyes, fair unfreckled skin, straight black hair in a center part, sharp eyebrows, big-but-not-too-big noses. If not for the size and the lack of glasses, he could have been a photograph of me from that age. At that point, the couple finally seemed to notice me. "Oh! You're right! Martha, he DOES look like Brian!" Martha followed her husband's gaze to me... and if she hadn't held it in I'm pretty sure her squee would have deafened all living things within five miles of her. "EEEEEEEEE! Oh my gods, Ethan, he's sooooo precious! He's like a mini Bri-bri!" Her glee was so much she didn't remotely register the embarrassed blush on her son's face at the nickname. "Hewwo," I lisped, crawling over to them. "I T'aweb." "Caleb here," the adoption center employee said, translating my lisp, "is one of our best-behaved littles. An absolute sweetheart. And his adoption form stated a preference for a family with a sibling, too." This sent Brian into a high level of excitement. "Really?! Mom, Dad, please! I want a baby brother!" Ethan turned to his wife. "Brian seems sold, and so am I. How about you, dear?" "Oh, he's precious for sure. But... the name Caleb isn't my favorite. How does he feel about a new name?" To be honest, I had no problem with it. But that wasn't for me to say--that was for the adults, specifically the employee. "He's indicated no preference there. Feel free." The Amazon family all turned to look me right in the eye; for a brief moment I felt intimidated by the attention... until Martha spoke. "How about Bobby?" Bobby sounded fine to me. I smiled as cutely as I could--I was eager to finally get out of this place and into my new life. Thankfully, this got the point across perfectly. "Heh, Bobby it is! Come to mommy, Bobby!" I couldn't remotely remember a time when a single sentence filled me with so much joy. No, not just the sentence, the WORD around which the sentence was constructed. "Mommy". With no regrets and no fear, I crawled towards the arms that stretched into the playpen and allowed them to pick me up, eager to start my new life.

I make game music on commission, but it's sort of an inconsistent source of income. A recent client did say that she might consider selling the soundtrack, which would give me a good deal of income (assuming it sold well). I also am in the process of making an instrumental album of non-game music, so hopefully that will give me the opportunity to buy some more stuff than usual. Thanks for the advice, though--I'll have to check out fiverr

Sadly, I don't drive, and no thrift stores in walking distance. I live in the suburbs, too, so no public transit... There's a kroger's nearby, several blocks away, but I can make it. But I doubt I'll be getting anything "dirt cheap" there that isn't garbage-quality

I'm always short on diapers--atm I only have about 8 baby-themed disposables, total (plus a cloth), and no money to order more off the webs. I'm thinking of just going to a nearby store to buy some adult diapers and using the cloth as a cover for a babyish feel, but I don't know how many diapers I ought to buy just to make sure I have plenty to spare for "baby days" whenever I need them without fear of running low too fast. What sort of adult diapers should I look for (particularly ones that allow for a babyish feel), and how many should I buy at a time?

I'm pretty sure this is one of the first things that clued me into the fact that I wanted to be a widdle baby again

I'm so little that when I'm a baby I'm about as stupid as one. I don't think at all--in fact, I kind of can't--I just sort of "feel" (for example, how soft and fluffy Mr. Puff is and how nice it feels to rub him against my cheek, how fun it feels to wiggle my toes or just my whole body, etc). Which means it's difficult to "notice" or "discover" anything because my tiny baby brain can only pay attention to one little feeling at a time. When I go back to being big, I remember all the feelings and emotions, but since there aren't any real thoughts to speak of while I'm in the space there really isn't anything thought-wise TO remember. Although that in itself is sort of a discovery, I guess.

Basically, this idea was inspired by my current playthrough of New Horizons. Basically the idea is that when humans are offered a chance at island life by Tom Nook, what they don't know is that they are in fact going to be basically in a baby/pet role for all the animals on the island. The specifics are this: *Humans are rendered unconscious shortly after boarding the plane to the island; unbeknownst to them, during this time they are rendered completely incontinent and dressed in babyish clothes. *Upon arrival at the island, they are placed in the care of the animals (who take turns looking after them) until such time as a permanent nursery can be built for them. *While they are unconscious they are also given mental conditioning that creates uncontrollable urges to act "cute" and/or "babylike" at random; for example, if a human sees the Bunny Day character (forget his name atm), he/she may have the sudden and absolutely overpowering desire to hop around like a bunny and giggle, or something to that effect. *Humans are not allowed to change their own diapers, bathe themselves, or find or make their own food (they must either be bottle-fed or have food placed in front of them by their caretaker). If an animal gives them a command, the human must obey. *If the humans attempt to defy their control, they are given a tickle session until they wet themselves; the post-hypnotic trigger thus activated robs them of their intelligence, and when this effect is applied lost intelligence stays lost longer with each successive punishment. Three strikes, and your brain is turned to silly baby mush, and you truly become 100% helpless! This is not to say that humans are free to be treated poorly. Island management frowns heavily upon mistreatment and/or neglect of the island's human pet, and residents are encouraged to play with their human. All of the restrictions aside, humans are generally allowed to play and run around as they like. The focus of this RP would be on entirely harmless, non-sexual, non-humiliation and non-icky fluff. Basically, just a big cute fluff babyfest! This would be an open RP; the players would choose in advance what they would prefer to be: an animal, or a human. Islands can have multiple humans, but when the human house/nursery is built it is done so with the intention of housing all of the humans together. The RP would be open to anyone who wants to join in, so long as they post a character description here with the following format: CHARACTER NAME: SPECIES: GENDER: APPEARANCE:

I was thinking about buying the Safari kind but I'm worried about the glass construction. How likely is it that said glass will break if it falls off, say, a bedside table onto a hard floor?

What size is the onesie?

Once again short on diapees and spare cash, but now have preferences so I edited the OP to give more info.

I'm in Franklin (just South of Nashville). Feel free to PM me if you live nearby and want to hang out somewhere.

Chapter 4 (Final) Caleb sat in the playpen, thinking over the choice he'd just been offered as the female hypno left him to his own devices. On the one hand, the offer to allow him to go free if he didn't want this treatment seemed sincere, and he realized that he could easily feel embarrassment again if he desired to focus on it, which meant he was likely not under subtle control anymore. On the other, he worried that it might be a lie to give him false hope. After careful deliberation, Caleb decided to play their little game for the time being and at least pretend to be willing to try the treatment. Okay, first things first. I'm in a playpen, and babies play in a playpen. But the only things to play with are stuffed animals, and outside of the jynx's music making me think like a baby, I'm not sure I could genuinely be entertained by them... Caleb quietly groaned. He never thought of himself as the best of actors, but it couldn't be helped. He'd have to pretend to be entertained by the stuffed animals. Crawling over to the teddiursa plushie from before, he decided to give it as big a hug as he could. As he did, a feeling of relaxation washed over him; this wasn't like the hypnosis or the singing, though. He felt no compulsion to be relaxed, no fogginess, no strange tingling in the back of his head; something about it just felt comforting. After a few more minutes' hugging, he decided that he could work with this. Just because he felt good hugging that thing didn't mean he wanted to be a baby, but it did give him a way to more convincingly pretend he was enjoying himself. Now what do babies do when they hug and snuggle with plushies? Caleb asked himself, inadvertently hugging the plushie to help clear his mind and focus. Maybe a baby-like pose or something. Wrapping his legs around the plushie as he hugged it tighter, Caleb allowed himself to flop onto his back, his diaper on full display. To his surprise, something about the action made the experience even more relaxing. Perhaps it was the fact that wrapping his legs around the plushie increased the amount of soft comfy fake fur against his skin, like a fluffy blanket hugging him back. Combine that with his back and head having more contact with the soft, comfy quilt under him, and it was easy to understand why a certain degree of further relaxation came over him. As he pondered this, Caleb began to realize something about himself: he had always found that any activity that stimulated his sense of touch was relaxing to him. During the summer, he was more likely to be lying on his back in the grass or lounging about on a thick tree branch, feeling the warm sun on his skin than he was to be running around playing sports. He actually preferred sitting in trees, and he had a particular fondness for any branch large and long enough that he could comfortably stretch his body over it and not have it break, but flexible enough that it swayed juuuuust slightly in the breeze. All of the relaxing elements of such activities came from his sense of touch... just like the activity he was doing now. Hugging the plushie while lying down on a soft quilt meant that he was feeling softness over almost his entire body. Being rocked back and forth in someone's arms would definitely fall under that too... Caleb shook his head. No. He couldn't think that way. Yes, this was comfortable, but he could get that same comfort from the tree branches and the grass that he could get from this babyish activity, and with the bonus that he wasn't treated like an infant. There were definitely other elements of this treatment that he was sure he didn't really enjoy, not without the triggers and the hypnosis. He thought about just sitting in place to avoid temptation, but that thought went out the window as he realized that his caretakers would get suspicious if he didn't at least try to play. So he swallowed his pride and decided to make the most of this world of touch while constantly reminding himself that he didn't need to be a baby to find ways to satisfy that sense. On the other hand, that ursaring plushie is HUGE, Caleb thought as he observed a gigantic plush sitting in the corner of the playpen. The stuffed teddiursa was just large enough for a full-body hug at his current size, but the ursaring plush was about as large as the living caretakers. He could easily lie in its lap, or lean against it, giving it the biggest of hugs... and there was no branch or tree trunk in the world that could give him that experience. Caleb decided that it couldn't hurt to try. Turning over onto his stomach, he tried to carry the teddiursa with him as he crawled, but it was awkward enough that he decided to just hold its ear in his mouth as he crawled. The decision was almost unconscious, and he didn't even consider the fact that he had done exactly this while under the influence of the jynx's song. Upon reaching the stuffed ursaring, Caleb realized that his original estimation of its size relative to him was almost conservative, and a part of him delighted at how big it was as he climbed into its lap, taking the teddiursa in his arm as he leaned against the larger plushie. It was all he'd hoped for and more, and soon enough he was sighing happily and nuzzling his cheek against the wonderfully soft stomach of the gigantic stuffed pokemon, imagining it coming to life and hugging him back and holding him close as if he were its cub just like the teddiursa... The realization that his thoughts were tending toward actual enjoyment of this activity, and that his daydreams were likewise tending towards thoughts of babyish treatment, gave him some pause. He still refused to think that he would actively choose this life over his old one, but he had to admit that it wasn't all bad. And it was no longer as terribly difficult to think so. Maybe I could enjoy this a bit longer, Caleb reasoned. I'll find a snorlax or some other pokemon once I start on my journey and I can do this on the road, minus the diapers and the baby treatment. Enjoying this doesn't mean I won't enjoy being big more. After some time in the imagined embrace of the massive plushie, Caleb began to feel somewhat peckish. He didn't exactly need food, but something about the relaxing activity made him want a snack of some kind. Thinking back on his long summer days of lazing around on the grass or in the trees, Caleb realized that he almost always had a bag of chips or some other junk food to snack on as he did so. Unfortunately, there was only one sort of food available to him here, and that food was also a drink. He wasn't truly afraid of enjoying it too much and losing his desire to be big anymore—he still fully intended to go back to his normal life—but he also figured that babies were likely restricted in their feeding times, and that any request for a light snack would be rebuffed on the grounds that it wasn't yet dinner time. So he bit his lip and tried to ignore the desire. A few minutes later, however, the want grew enough that he decided to risk asking, even though he knew the request would be turned down. “Um... Auntie Milk?” Caleb spoke up, still attached to the ursaring. The milktank approached the playpen with a smile. “What is it, widdle baby Caleb?” Swallowing his pride once again at the fact that he kind of liked the manner of address and the sickly-sweet tone, Caleb looked up at her. “I'm hungry... can I, uh, have some milk?” To his surprise, the miltank smiled and leaned over the side of the playpen with her arms stretched out. “Of course, widdle baby! You don't have to worry about asking. Cute widdle babies get milkies when they want milkies!” Caleb reached back to her, allowing her to pick him up and hold him against her udders. “Drink up, baby!” Caleb began to suckle, and soon enough he was greedily drinking to his heart's content. It really was delicious, and now he knew that the hypnosis and triggers had nothing to do with how much he liked it. He did have to admit that there wasn't quite anything like it outside of this life, and that as a big kid he wouldn't necessarily be allowed or able to gorge himself when he wanted, but he still maintained to himself that there was so much more to offer from being a big kid than from being a baby. It didn't matter, he could prove that to himself when they let him go. Before long, he decided he'd had enough and asked to be put back down where he was against the ursaring; once again, he was given what he wanted, and he relaxed back against its soft fluffiness, taking the teddiursa toy in arm again as he relaxed. His reverie was somewhat interrupted by the need to relieve himself; knowing that he had little other choice, Caleb decided not to fight it and just let it happen, and before he knew it he was completely soaking himself as he continued to relax in the embrace of the giant plushie. I wouldn't be able to just sit in a tree and do that, Caleb thought. I'd have to get up and find a bathroom, and then it would take forever for me to get comfy again in the tree—and that would be after climbing back to my spot. He also mentally noted that, yes, diapers were definitely comfortable. Bit by bit, to his surprise, he was less and less bothered by his current treatment. Even so, he continued to assure himself that once given the chance to return to being a big boy he wouldn't go back to this. After a while, though, the diaper began to get a little itchy and uncomfortable, and he knew that he'd need to be changed. At the same time, though, he wanted to continue snuggling... perking up, Caleb decided to give in to the inevitable. “Mommy! Daddy! My diapee's wet!” The former was the first to arrive, and as he was swept up into her arms he held on to the teddiursa toy so his comfort could remain. As his diaper was getting changed, he hugged the teddiursa tightly to reduce the embarrassment he could now feel again. “Aww, what a cute widdle baby, snuggling during changie-time!” Caleb blushed at the comment from his 'Mommy', prompting her to frown. “What's wrong? Do you not want me to talk like that to you?” Something about the way she said it seemed knowing, though, as if she already knew what the answer was going to be. And she was right. Because as embarrassing as getting changed was at the moment, being praised and complimented in such a babying tone of voice was... nice. “Umm... no. Could you... could you keep talking like that? It... it makes me feel less anxious about this.” Evidently everyone had heard the request, because soon enough he was surrounded by all of his caretakers, cooing at him and calling him an adorable baby who loves his stuffy and who loves getting his diapee changed. With every ounce of praise, Caleb's embarrassment over the process faded; after all, if they didn't think it was strange or odd, what was there to be ashamed of? Soon enough, he was placed in an equally thick cloth diaper, and he once again noted just how comfortable diapers—particularly super-thick cloth ones—were compared to underwear. There was something missing, though; in spite of carrying the teddiursa plush with him, he found himself longing for being able to imagine the furry arms of the Ursaring toy coming to life and holding him as he hugged it back... As the female carried him toward the playpen again, he spoke up. “Umm.... can you hold me for a while longer, Mommy?” “Aww, my widdle bitty baby wants to snuggle with his Mommy! Good widdle baby boy! Snuggle time for you!” Caleb couldn't help but giggle and smile as she hugged him tightly, adoring the feel of her fur against his skin and the feeling of being protected by her big, strong arms. The more he indulged in babyish things, the more he realized that yes, he did enjoy it, and that the ultimate decision wouldn't necessarily be as easy as he thought. He enjoyed the hugs and cooing. He enjoyed crawling around the playpen and hugging every stuffy he could find. And when he asked to be placed in the bouncer to try it out, he discovered that he enjoyed that, too. Finally, he felt drowsiness wash over him, and he knew it was time to be put in his crib. Once in it, though, he found himself unable to sleep well; the still-conflicting thoughts kept distracting him. Finally, he called out for help. “Auntie Song! Auntie Song! I can't sleep! I want a sleepy-song!” The jynx came without delay and began to sing a sweet lullaby; this time, Caleb didn't fight the psychic effect, instead welcoming it as he was softly lulled to sleep like a baby. He could decide in the morning. For now, he could simply rest. The next day, as promised, he was given the chance he had waited for. The chance to leave and return to his old life. Whatever power that they used to make him shrink and make him grow chubby was reversed, and he found himself wearing the same clothes he had worn when he was captured. With a strange mixture of relief and regret, he left for his home. Caleb tried to return to his old life as if nothing had changed, he truly did try. But everything kept reminding him of what he never noticed he had lacked. His parents were the worst; not only were they not overjoyed to see him back home, they honestly did not know anything had happened to him. As a matter of fact, they seemed rather annoyed that he had returned without a pokemon instead of finding one and going on a journey like everyone else. They even chastised him, claiming that he would rather laze around in a tree or a field all day than do what everyone else his age did, what they were supposed to do. Home did not seem like home. He tried to defy them by finding his old comfort spots, but tree trunks and grassy fields simply didn't compare to hugs and plushies. He tried to lose himself in comfort food, but nothing compared to warm milk. And when he felt the need to go to the bathroom, he felt annoyed that he had to quit whatever he was doing to do so, and almost felt afraid that he wouldn't make it in time. He found himself thinking again and again about his pokemon caretakers. With them, he'd be cooed at and praised and loved, and never be yelled at for not wanting to be something he didn't want to be. With them, he'd have hugs and snuggles and clothes and stuffies and diapees softer than any tree trunk to lie against or grassy field to lie in. With them, he could have Auntie Milk's wonderful milkies whenever he wanted. With them, he could wear diapees forever and never have to stop playing to go potty, and never have to worry that he'd leave a puddle somewhere and embarrass himself. That night, Caleb made up his mind. Climbing out his bedroom window and leaving all his belongings behind, he crept back into the woods to find his caretakers waiting for him. They didn't need to say anything. He said it for them. “Mommy, Daddy, Auntie Milk, Auntie Song, I wanna be a widdle bitty baby forever and ever. I wanna wear diapees and snuggle and huggle and drink milkies and hear silly songs and be told how cute and widdle I am. I don't wanna be a big boy ever again!” They all hugged him and cooed at him. He reveled in it, and before long he was back in the cutest and most babyish of outfits, chubby and tiny. But there was one thing left. “Mommy, Daddy... I don't wanna remember being a big boy anymore. I wanna stop thinking big boy thoughts. Can you take my big boy thoughts away forever?” They smiled, and took out their coins, and this time Caleb not only kept looking... he eagerly looked as closely as possible as the coins swung back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth... back... and forth... So soft. So small. So happy. So stupid. So dum-dum. So little. So safe. Back... and forth... back... and forth...