BabyCR

I live in Franklin and am trying to keep my little side on the down-low, but I'm interested in getting together with other littles. Is there anyone in the Franklin/Nashville area who would be willing to host a meetup/gathering?

A/N: I just realized I've been drawing on a few of Arbanis' stories with the conditioning quiz element; credit where credit is due. Takuya awoke to a strange feeling that he couldn't immediately place. Shifting around as he opened his eyes, he felt something rather odd and unpleasant against his bottom; it wasn't until the smell hit his nostrils that the cause finally registered in his half-awake mind. No way. I did not do that... To make matters worse, Ranamon entered the room, gave a sniff, and smirked at him. “Well well, did someone make a widdle stinky in their diapee? I think they did!” Takuya shook his head in denial, grabbing the sides of his head in horror, panic, and humiliation; unbeknownst to him, this had the effect of pressing the bonnet against his ears, causing the subtle music and whispers to sink even deeper into his unconscious mind. Feels icky Cry, mommy is here Mommy will change you Cry His emotional state already in distress, the subliminal message had little difficulty taking effect as Takuya felt tears welling up. “Aw, is my widdle baby digimon gonna cry? Poor baby,” Ranamon cooed, clearly noticing his distress. “Just cry for mommy and I'll give you a nice changie and make you feel aaaall better!” He tried, he really did; eventually, however, he couldn't hold his tears back any longer. First came sniffles, followed by quiet sobbing, and finally full-on wailing. It was as if an emotional floodgate were forcibly opened, and Takuya was powerless to stop the deluge; he continued bawling his eyes out even as Ranamon summoned up water to lift him into her arms and carried him over to the changing table. Removing his sleeper and the soiled diaper, Ranamon began cleaning his bottom, cooing at the mess and telling him what a baby he was, that big boys never did that. Once the new diaper was taped on (along with a new thick cloth diaper as a cover, just as thick as the previous one but plain white), she dressed him up in baby blue booties, the same blue mittens, and a baby yellow t-shirt (with the words “mommy's silly babymon” on it in cutesy print) that did absolutely nothing to hide his diaper. The bonnet stayed. As he looked down at his infantile garments, Takuya finally felt the tears stop; the subliminal messages continued, however. You look so silly and little You like to look silly and little No shame, no embarrassment Proud to be a little baby diaper boy digimon This time, they had no visible effect on the boy, even as it directed him to giggle happily at himself; instead, he felt nothing but a strange calm as she lifted him into her arms and carried him over to the baby bouncer. “Time for Takuyamon's widdle baby show!” Knowing what was coming, Takuya quickly shut his eyes before she could switch the TV on. Unfortunately, this plan went awry when his captor suddenly started him bouncing without warning; this was enough to startle him into opening one eye. No! I have to keep... pretty colorsNO one eye closedhappy faces! Can't open comfydiaperssnugglystuffies... but it does feel nice... maybe just a peek... pretty colors... happy faces... comfy diapers... snuggly stuffies... pretty... happy... comfy... snuggly... Ranamon looked on in satisfaction as the boy succumbed to temptation and opened his other eye, watching as both eyes glazed over and a wide open-mouthed smile formed on his face; the drool that began emerging from that smile only made her feel even more pleased. True, he would snap out of it the instant the TV was turned off, but getting a preview of her end goal for him—at least, the mental part of it—gave her a sense of achievement. At first, this plan was simply a way of turning the pesky digidestined into loyal servants of Cherubimon over time; not long after the treatment began, however, she started to feel genuine maternal instincts forming over her little Takuyamon. Once the boy was completely hers, she would use what she had learned with him to make the conversion of his former comrades go even faster; for now, she simply looked forward to the day when the gleeful, derpy and innocent expression on his face—devoid of all intelligence—was the default. Before he knew it, the TV was switched off and he snapped out of the trance; as with his previous experience with the program, he felt a hole in his mind where something used to be. What had he lost this time? “Tell me, my widdle babymon. Can you count to ten for mommy?” Ten? What's ten? He reviewed that thought and tried counting... but he couldn't remember any other numbers any more than he could remember what the stated one was! Without the ability to remember those numbers—or even what numbers were in the first place—he couldn't even remember how long he'd been with Ranamon! He should have felt horrified; only the fact that he felt nothing but mild surprise at the loss of something that major gave him any worry. “Yes, that's right! You're just a wiiiiiiidle baby digimon, you can't count! But don't worry, you don't need all that nasty big boy stuff—you can just be mommy's happy widdle babymon and play forever!” He blushed in further humiliation, though a small part of him was tempted by that last part—a part he just managed to shove back as she lifted him out of the bouncer and into her arms; as she carried him on her hips with his legs wrapped around her and his head and arms resting on her shoulder, she continued bouncing him as she walked, singing softly to him in rhythm to the bouncing. “You're just a widdle baby, you're just a widdle baby, you're mommy's widdle baby...” It took everything he had to block out the warm feelings brought on by being held. To his surprise, she didn't take him directly to the playpen; instead, he found himself being carried over to the swimming pool and placed in a baby float. Feeling his diaper pressed up against his bottom with his legs dangling below in the water, he was shocked to realize that his entire outfit—diapers included—was clearly waterproof. Some part of him—most likely the small piece of Agunimon in him—tried to tell him that being in the water was not a good thing, that his element was fire, that he shouldn't be there; unfortunately, there wasn't much he could do to liberate himself from the situation as Ranamon entered the water as well. “Now, since you're mommy's widdle baby and mommy's element is water, that's your element, too! I think it's time for my widdle Takuyamon to learn to love the water just like his mommy!” As she floated him around the pool, singing softly to him about how wonderful the water was, he couldn't help but admit to himself that the feeling of floating along was somewhat relaxing. This went on for some time—how long, he couldn't say, as the lack of numbers meant that telling time with any accuracy was now difficult if not impossible—until he was finally lifted out of the float. However, this was followed by her holding him in her arms with his head nuzzled close to her exposed breast, all but his head still below water. “Come on, baby. Booby-time for you!” He still felt disgusted by the thought of never being able to have anything besides breast milk again; even so, he bowed to the inevitable and began suckling. The milk was still delicious, and the bonnet continued to sing to his mind as the calm descended on him. You love booby-milk You love water Nice to float in the water Float with mommy Makes you so happy and calm You belong in the water After finishing both breasts, he noticed the strange sensation on his neck grow a little bit, but had little time to think on it as he was carried out of the water and placed into the playpen once again for his daily quiz. “Time for learning! Your name is?” “Takuyamon...” “Good baby... What are you?” “A digimon...” “Good baby...What kind of digimon are you?” This gave him pause; he wasn't expecting a new question! “Better hurry, baby!” Stammering to come up with an answer, he suddenly felt the images and sensations of the spanking rush through him; uncontrolled tears began flowing. “Aww... poor baby! You feel sad you got it wrong, don't you?” No, I feel sad that I got spanked for being bad—no, for talking bad—wait, was I sad for getting it wrong? No, I'm upset because I... took too long to answer? “It's okay, Takuyamon,” Ranamon cooed. “You'll feel better if you repeat after me: 'I'm a diaper baby digimon'. He swallowed his pride as he began. “I'm... I'm a diaper baby digimon.” “Good baby...now say it five more times!” Once it was done, he waited for the soothing images of being comforted and held to wash over him... but nothing happened. The absence of it felt almost wrong, like withdrawal from an addiction; not knowing what to do, he tried saying all the answers again in hopes that the feelings would return, hating himself for wanting them so badly. “My name is Takuyamon, and I'm a diaper baby digimon! My name is Takuyamon, and I'm a diaper baby digimon! My name is Takuyamon, and I'm a diaper baby digimon!” Still nothing came; his repetitions became more frantic as tears started forming. He needed the nice feelings, brainwashing or not! Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, and without even thinking he reflexively started holding out his arms as if to take a hug. “Aww, does mommy's widdle baby want snuggle time?” His need was so desperate he couldn't stop himself from giving the answer he knew she wanted. “Mommy's widdle baby wants snuggle time! Please mommy, I want snuggles! PLEASE SNUGGLES!” Just as he came a hair's breadth from outright wailing at the top of his lungs, Ranamon finally picked him up and carried him over to the rocking chair, holding him and stroking the back of his head as she shushed and cooed at him. “Shh... it's okay, baby. Just relax, let mommy hold you... feel mommy rocking you back and forth... shh, you're safe... I'll keep you warm and cozy... mommy's here...” Once he finally calmed down, Ranamon laid him in the crib and placed the pacifier in his mouth; turning the mobile on, she gently kissed his forehead. “Goodnight, baby Takuyamon,” she said as she left the room and turned the lights off. “You were such a good baby today.” Takuya was starting to give in, and he knew it; worst of all, a rapidly growing part of him wanted to give in. I have to be good—no, strong. I can't let mommy—no, Ranamon win...

First off, this is a Digimon fanfic. People who watch Digimon know these characters. Secondly, "plume" is defined in the English dictionary as "a vertically or longitudinally moving, rising, or expanding fluid body, as of smoke or water". Ergo, Ranamon (who has the power of water) summoned up a bunch of water to attack him.

Takuya woke on his own about an hour later when he felt a growing pressure; his eyes shot open when he realized what it was, the distant music and whispering forgotten by his conscious mind due to the urgency. “Good morning, Takuyamon! How did mommy's widdle baby sleep?” Looking over through the crib bars, he saw Ranamon still sitting in the rocking chair next to the crib, smiling at him; he quickly sucked up his pride to make a request, even though part of him already knew what the answer would be. “Um... I really need to use the bathroom...” “Haha! Silly baby,” Ranamon said with a giggle. “Little bitty ones like you don't use the potty! They use their diapers!” The pressure grew. “Please, I'm not a b—” “—Big boy, I know, you're not a big boy at all! You're just mommy's sweet widdle baby. It's okay, baby Takuyamon; there's nothing wrong with making tinklies in your diapee!” Once again, the deliberate finishing of his sentence with a contradiction of what he was trying to say distracted him, and he very nearly lost control of his bladder as a result; Ranamon, clearly noticing his struggle to stay dry, called up a plume of water to carry him into her lap like before. The water itself only made the pressure worse. Once he was in her lap, facing up, she immediately tickled his midsection, causing him to squirm. “Heehee... S-stop it!” “Who's gonna tinkle? Whoooo's gonna tinkle aaaaaall over themselves like the widdle baby they are?” Her syrupy tone was making him blush, but the continued tickling kept him from responding with anything but more laughter and squirming. “N-No! Don't... Heehee! Don't make me haHAHA! An aaaaaHAHAccident!” “YOU are! Yes you are! Yes you are my widdle baby gonna make a biiiiiig tinkle in your diapee!” Eventually, the dam finally burst, and Takuya quickly felt a rapidly growing wetness—not a simple trickle, but a veritable flood. He could feel his diaper swelling up, and the pee just kept coming uncontrollably... but even then, the tickling continued; if he hadn't been helplessly laughing, the sheer humiliation would have crushed him immediately. Ranamon's continued cooing didn't help. “See? That's much better, isn't it baby Takuyamon? You're not even ashamed, you're still all giggly and silly, aren't you? Yes you are!” He wanted to protest, to say anything, but he couldn't help himself. Finally, the tickling ended, but only because she had picked him up and began carrying him over to the baby bouncer, placing him in it. “Time for baby to get some entertainment and let aaaalll those worries go bye-bye!” Before he could ask what she meant by that, or voice his embarrassment at wetting his—no, the diaper—Ranamon turned the bouncer toward the television and switched it on; suddenly, his vision was filled with bright colors, smiling faces, and images of bottles, diapers, and stuffed animals; suddenly, he found himself unable to look away, enraptured by the images that rapidly flashed in front of him. His wetness was forgotten, along with the constant whispering and music, and suddenly the only thing that mattered was staring deeply at the colors and images... the pretty colors, the happy faces, the comfy diapers, the snuggly stuffies... pretty... happy... comfy... snuggly... Suddenly, the television was switched off; the instant it was, the spell it had over him was broken. Shaking his head to rid himself of the images, he found himself feeling rather strange, as if a big hole had just opened up in his head; trying to think, he found—to his horror—that he had forgotten something. He didn't know quite what, but the feeling that something was taken from his mind genuinely frightened him. Before he could do anything else, Ranamon held out what was obviously a small book meant for infants and toddlers. “Okay, Takuyamon, look at this for mommy and tell me: can you read it?” To his shock, he couldn't! Something told him that there were words written on it, and that they were written in something he should know... but no matter how he looked at it, all he could make out were scribbles! Somehow, the television had erased knowledge from his mind; his horrified expression clearly satisfied Ranamon. “Oh, silly me! Of course you can't read, you're just a widdle baby digimon, and widdle baby digimon can't read! But now... do you know what time it is?” Takuya's horror was broken by the question just as he remembered the wet diaper. Before he could respond, she finished her own question with a wide smile and a gleeful shout of the sort that infants were delighted by. “Iiiiit's BOUNCY TIIIIME!” She pulled down on the bouncer and let go, causing it to do exactly what it said on the tin; still distracted by the lingering images, the horror of losing his ability to read, and—most of all—the wet diaper that was squished against his rear with every bounce, Takuya found himself unable to even muster up a word of protest as Ranamon began singing a song in time to the bouncing rhythm. He couldn't even follow the lyrics of the song, he was so distracted. Finally, the bouncing stopped... only for Ranamon to reveal a new development. “Do you know what you just did, Takuyamon? You just made another tinkle in your diapee while you were bouncing, and you didn't even know it!” She was right! His cheeks flushed deep red in humiliation. Before he could do anything to protest further, he found himself lifted out of the bouncer again, only to be put in the playpen; his diaper was starting to itch, indicating the beginnings of diaper rash and causing him to fidget uncomfortably. “Now mommy's going to play another game with you, and if you answer right, she's gonna change you and put you in a new diaper... but if you get it wrong, you stay in that itchy wet one! Now... what's your name?” “T-takuya Kanbara!” She frowned at him, but said nothing; as time went by, the itch grew worse. “Takuya Kanbara...” The frown continued. He struggled to ignore it, determined not to give in to what was obviously an attempt at brainwashing... but eventually the itching grew unbearable. “T-takuyamon!” “Good baby! Five more times and you get a changie!” He couldn't stand it anymore; even the thought of getting a diaper change like a baby was nothing compared to how uncomfortable he was. Takuya decided to get it over as quickly as possible. “My-name-is-Takuyamon-my-name-is-Takuyamon-my-name-is-Takuyamon-my-name-is-Takuyamon-my-name-is-Takuyamon—” As he finished saying it for the last time, the flood of blissful images came over him again. Big hug. Gentle stroking. Soft, comforting whispers. So warm and safe. Takuya basked in the wonderful feelings, but as before when they faded the bliss was replaced with a sense of lacking, not unlike a mild crash after a drug high. Again, Ranamon didn't give him any time to think about what had happened, picking him up and carrying him to the changing table; Takuya, resigned to what was about to happen, decided to try and pay as little attention as possible, hoping that doing so would prevent her from putting him in the mindset she clearly planned to condition him to stay in permanently. That, too, was denied him; as the change happened, she cooed at how adorable his diaper was, forcing him to look at it and see that it was indeed a very thick cloth diaper over a nearly-as-thick plastic one. The cloth diaper was baby blue and covered in stars and moons, while the plastic one underneath had teddy bears all over the tape. As she took them off and got out similar diapers to replace them with, she kept talking about how wet he was, how much of a baby he was for wetting, keeping him from ignoring the embarrassing situation he was in. Finally, it was over, and he was back in the sleeper; carrying him over to the rocking chair again, she removed the bonnet—Takuya only vaguely noticed that the soft music and whispering had stopped—and laid him on his back. No sooner than she did this than, to his shock, she reached to one breast and uncovered it. “Time for baby's dinner!” No. Absolutely not. Ranamon, noticing the look of refusal on his face, gave him a smug grin. “Sorry, but you're much too little even for baby food; babies need their boobie-milk.” He continued to refuse; she was clearly having none of it. “This is the only thing you'll ever have again. It's either this, or starve, and you certainly won't like that.” When she put it that way, Takuya realized there was no option; he certainly didn't want to starve to death. Closing his eyes tightly and trying desperately not to think about what he was about to do—and disgusted by his own weakness—he put his mouth around her nipple and began suckling. To his surprise, it was surprisingly sweet and creamy; his ability to remain disgusted by the situation was further hampered by the gently shushing from Ranamon, and soon he was drinking calmly, settling into a slow and regular rhythm. Before he knew it, there was no more milk to be had; the disgust came back, and it didn't abate even when she began burping him... and the further humiliation from letting out an actual burp added insult to injury. Strangely, Takuya felt an odd sensation on his neck, like something was starting to form there that hadn't been there before, but he didn't have any time to question it as Ranamon once again placed him in the playpen, tying his bonnet on again. Time for another game, baby. What's your name?” He briefly thought of rebelling again before realizing the futility and deciding to play along. “Takuya...mon. Takuyamon.” “Good baby...Are you a digimon, or a human?” “I'm a digimon.” “Good baby... What's your name?” This continued for some time; exactly how long it was, he didn't know. Once it was done, the pleasant feelings returned; he loved them, and hated that he loved them. He knew exactly what was happening, but he was powerless to stop it or fight it; all he could do was play along and hope he held out against the conditioning long enough to be rescued. As the sensations faded once again, she gave him one of the stuffed animals in the playpen—a giant stuffed Antylamon—and sat back, smiling at him; for a while, he didn't know what to do. “It's okay, Takuyamon. It's playtime. Just hold Mr. Puffybun and play with him for a while; I'm sure you can think of some things to do!” This was harder than he thought; he hadn't had any interest in stuffed animals or “pretend” games since he was five. Finally, he decided to just try and hold it up, bouncing it up and down as if it were dancing... and the whispers returned. He didn't recognize them consciously; all he knew was the general feeling that he was doing something right, so he kept going. Before long, he was lost in the action of making the stuffed animal dance, occasionally tossing it in the air and catching it, or just hugging it; he was snapped out of it by Ranamon, who looked at a clock on the wall and made a mocking gasp. “Oh! Look at the time! You spent a whole hour playing with Mr. Puffybun!” Takuya threw the stuffed animal away as if it had the plague in horror. As what he did sank in, Ranamon picked him up and carried him over to the crib... making sure to place the toy next to him as she put the pacifier in his mouth and started the mobile again. “You were such a good baby today, Takuyamon. Sleepytime!” As the lights dimmed, he once again felt exhausted from the conditioning and humiliations he had endured; the last thoughts before sleep took him were of fear and worry. Guys... Koji, Junpei, Tomoki... where are you? Come find me soon—I don't know how much longer I'll last.

Several years back, I read a fic on some digimon-related fansite that involved Ranamon forcibly babying Takuya, but it veered into smut rather quickly; I figured I would do my own non-sexual version. I can't remember the name of the fic, the site I read it on, nor the author, but if anyone finds out that information please let me know so I can credit who I got the idea from [EDIT: original creator contacted me with a positive review, giving me their blessing and telling me not to give out their name as the handle they used when they wrote the original story involved public information. Please respect their wishes as well, and if you figure it out on your own please do not post their name here]. Enjoy! “Crap! Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!” Takuya ran through the brush, cursing mildly as he shoved aside plants and ferns in his mad dash to escape his pursuer. Ugh! Why can't I transform? Stupid digivice, fine time to glitch out—! No sooner had he said that than a plume of water shot out just over his shoulder, startling Takuya and causing him to trip, his signature goggles flying off as he fell face-first into the dirt; he pressed himself off the ground, ready to sprint again when his eyes landed on two blue-green feet right in front of him. “Heh, what's the matter? Suddenly forget how to walk?” “Ranamon...!” Takuya did his best to hide his fear as he attempted to get to his feet, only for another plume of water to appear and envelop him, carrying him helplessly over to Ranamon's grasp. “Urgh... you won't get away with this!” The evil hybrid laughed. “Oh, but that's where you're wrong! Isn't it funny how your little gadget just happened to stop working now? That's the result of one of my new toys... and guess what? Since you're the newest one of all, you get a special preview of what I have planned for all your friends once they come to rescue you!” A dark mist seeped out from her hands, moving slowly towards his face; unable to hold his breath in time, Takuya quickly felt himself fade away into unconsciousness; the last thing he saw before he blacked out was a strange smile on Ranamon's face. “Sleep tight... little one.” Takuya knew something was weird before he even opened his eyes, not including the detail that he was still alive somehow. Firstly, he felt something soft and surprisingly comfortable between his legs; secondly, most strangely of all, he heard what sounded like odd whispering and music just off the edge of hearing, both of which ceased as something was quickly removed from his head before his eyes could open fully. Once he did, he nearly cried out in shock at Ranamon's smiling face staring down at him. “Ah!” A soft chuckle came as response. “Aww, how cute! Did mommy startle her widdle baby?” “What? I'm not a baby!” “Well then,” she said with a smug grin, “if you're not a baby, explain where you are and what you're wearing!” He looked around to see that he was, in fact, sitting in an oversized crib; it was exactly as large relative to him as a regular crib would be to a real baby featuring soft bedding, several stuffed animals on one end, an overly-cutesy baby blanket covered with images of baby digimon, a small mirror, and a mobile of stars and moons dangling overhead. The room itself was nothing short of a gigantic nursery, with a large playpen, a changing table, a rocking chair, and a giant baby bouncer. In addition to this, there was a television-like screen near the bouncer, and—bizarrely enough—a large swimming pool, though the latter was fenced off for the moment. The biggest shock of all, however, came when he looked in the mirror and saw what he was wearing: a baby blue footed sleeper made of extra-soft fabric, baby blue mittens, a bib covered with baby digimon, and an attached pacifier (also baby blue); he didn't need to be informed directly to know that he was also wearing either several layers of diapers or one MASSIVE cloth diaper, big enough to keep him from ever closing his legs enough to stand up on his own, let alone walk. “Wh... what did you do to me?!” Ranamon giggled, though oddly the giggle seemed entirely without malice or menace as it usually was with her. “Oh, silly baby! I didn't do anything to you! You've always been mommy's widdle baby digimon! Did you have a bad dream, baby?” The repeated stressing of the word “baby”, combined with the syrupy-sweet tone of voice reserved purely for the tiniest of infants, sparked an indignant rage in the human boy as he blushed red. “Sh-shut up! I'm not your baby, you stupid bitch!” In a flash, Ranamon's smile was gone, replaced with an angry frown; before he could react, he felt a plume of water lift him up into the air—to his surprise, the soft fabric making up his sleeper was waterproof as well—and place him face-down on his captor's lap as she sat in the rocking chair nearby. “Good babies don't use that language! Naughty baby! Time for a spanking!” As she opened the rear flap of his sleeper, Takuya did his best to struggle, only to find that he was somehow weaker than he had ever remembered being, able to do no more than squirm helplessly. Before he could do anything else... WHAP! The sting of the hit was rather mild, but Takuya was certain that without all the padding on his bottom it would have been far worse; what hurt the most was the humiliation of being spanked like a disobedient child. “Ow! Stop it—” WHAP! “Ow! No, don't—” “Will you be a good baby digimon for mommy?” WHAP! “What? Ah! I don't kn—OW! “Will you be a good baby digimon for mommy?” As the spanking continued, the same question was repeated, the stressed section making it clear what his response would have to be to stop the treatment; for the moment, that was far too humiliating to say, but each successive strike from her hand on his increasingly-red bottom—not even the padding could protect him from the impact completely—eroded his will to resist more and more until, at last, the dam broke as he burst into genuine tears, begging for the punishment to stop. “OKAY! OKAY! I'll be good!” WHAP! Not enough, apparently, as evidenced by Ranamon's repeated question. “Will you be a good baby digimon for mommy?” “I'LL BE A GOOD BABY DIGIMON FOR MOMMY!” No sooner had he finished saying it than the flap on his sleeper was snapped shut, and he himself was turned around in her lap for a hug, his legs straddling her and his arms over her shoulders in much the same fashion as an actual baby would be held; one of her hands wrapped around his back, resting on his padded bottom, while the other gently stroked the back of his head as she softly whispered to him. “Shhh... it's okay, baby. Mommy loves you... Such a good baby digimon, relaxing in Mommy's arms and doing what you're told... you're such a good baby now, Takuyamon.” It felt almost genuinely comforting until he heard the addition to his name; he made a brief protest through the tears that just wouldn't stop. “I-it's just T-takuya—” “—Mon. That's a clever baby, you know your name...” “N-no, th-there's no 'mon' in it! I-I'm not a d-digimon...” The stroking stopped as Ranamon looked him in the eyes with a mild glare. “Is mommy going to have to spank baby Takuyamon again?” “N-no! Please!” He'd had quite enough spanking for one day. Apparently satisfied with his answer, she continued stroking the back of his head while whispering comforting words for a while before slowly standing up—wow, she's strong, she's lifting me up and carrying me like this with no problem at all—and gently setting him down in the crib again. “Now, we're going to play a little game! All you have to do is say the right answers, and you'll get a reward,” she said, placing a bonnet on his head and tying it under his chin. “Are you ready, baby?” As much as Takuya hated this treatment, he had little choice but to go along with it for the moment. “Here's the first question: are you a human, or a digimon?” “What? I'm a human—AAH!” Suddenly, images and sensations of the recent spanking flashed through his head. Clearly, that was the wrong answer. “Okay! Fine! I'm a digimon!” “Aww, good baby,” Ranamon replied with a warm smile. Just as suddenly as the spankings flashed through his head, Takuya was now bombarded with images of being held and comforted by her. “Now, say it five more times for mommy!” He paused for a moment before deciding to just bear with it for a while. “I'm a digimon...” Loving arms around me “I'm a digimon...” Soft hand gently stroking my hair “I'm a digimon...” Soothing words spoken in my ear “I'm a digimon....” So safe and comfortable “I'm a digimon.” Feels nice to be held by mommy With every repetition, the sensations grew stronger; upon the last one, he felt a wave of pure bliss rush through him—nothing sexual, just a sublime feeling of being loved, being wanted, being comforted. It felt like the blissful sensation would last forever, but when it finally ended it suddenly felt like it had barely begun, leaving him almost wanting more. Takuya yawned; the whole experience hadn't lasted long, yet he felt so sleepy all of a sudden. “Aww, is my baby digimon just sooo sleepy? Shhh... it's okay, babies need their naps,” Ranamon cooed, switching on the mobile; something about the soft music-box-style lullaby coming from the mobile only exacerbated his tiredness, and Takuya found himself inadvertently rocking back and forth as he sat there, struggling to keep his eyelids open and yawning again. Ranamon reached behind Takuya's head with one hand and placed the pacifier in his mouth with the other, gently lowering him down on his back, shushing him all the while; he didn't even have the strength to spit the pacifier out at this point, so tired was he. Ranamon walked to the edge of the room to dim the lights, leaving only a small nightlight near the crib to prevent total darkness before returning to the side of the crib itself and smiling warmly down at him. She said nothing, but as Takuya drifted off he could have sworn he heard soft music and whispering all the same...

There's GooGoo Baby on BabyFirst TV. It's pretty darn baby-ish.

Have you ever seen a show on TV that looked so "Little" you could practically feel your big boy/girl thoughts flying away as you watched it? If so, talk about it here! (NOTE: Teletubbies don't count because everyone knows about them already) I once caught a show called Boobah ( I think that was the name); I seem to recall that most of it was in baby babble.

Nope. Just as long as they're fictional. YES PLEASE! Pouch rides for everyone!

Just what the title says. What fictional character would you like to have baby you? Personally, I'd go with that giant teddy bear in the early parts of Digimon Adventure 01.

Except literally every single thing I ever posted here outside of that thread is still there. Along with everything else on this site. The only thing gone is MY thread.

I started a thread in Baby Talk a few days ago called "Fictional characters you'd like to be babied by", and all of a sudden the thread is gone, as if it never existed. Did it somehow violate site rules or something?

Nothing sissy. I mean, I have no problem with that, but I'm a straight male.

I'm looking for diapers so thick I won't be able to stand up at all, thus forcing me to crawl. Any recommendations? I remembered Fancypants diapers had a 26-layer one, but that site is out of commission.