The Pre-Adoption Process

[Fulldiaper]

The Pre-Adoption ToDoo List

By FulldiaperMichael

Copyright 2011, All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction from my twisted AB/DL mind and resembles no persons living or deceased. If you are offended by men being dominated by women and forced into diapers...STOP READING NOW!!

Chapter 1

The Adoption Process

Lydia my lovely girlfrie

nd and I were enrolled in the Foster Parent program locally. We had been to numerous adoption agencies and placed our names for adoption for just about any race, creed or color of baby. Whoa, maybe I'm getting a little ahead of myself. My name is Michael, I'm a computer technical support guru for a Fortune company and my girlfriend, soon to be, when I pop the question girlfriend Lydia is a fulltime registered nurse and also the director of nursing in a local nursing home.

We met when I was recovering from surgery and my cheap insurance company decided that hospital's were too expensive so I was mandated to recover and do my physical therapy at the local nursing home. I remember the first time I met Lydia, I had my legs splayed in the air and certified nursing assistant was changing much needed adult brief or diaper if you prefer. Lydia looked in and saw how large and tall I was and asked the CNA, "do you need some help?" The CNA replied, "Please!" and Lydia and the other CNA proceeded to clean me up, since I was non-ambulatory and non-weight bearing on my legs. I was at their mercy and to prevent bathroom accidents, the policy in the nursing home was, "Non-Ambulatory Patients were to be briefed 24/7"

I had been in the nursing home for three days and the CNA noticed that I hadn't had a BM (bowel movement). So at the order of the doctor, Doctor Lynda S. Brandon I was to have a stool softener and warm saline enema and rediapered to allow it to work. Well it worked so well, that before the CNA got back, I was swaddled in a swamped diaper. For good measure my bladder decided that it wasn't going to be left behind and I soaked it, leaking onto the bedding and sheets.

As the CNA was rolling backwards and up, Lydia grabbed all the linen and bedding and stuffed it under me, propping me into the upright, legs splayed over my head and diaper exposed position. The CNA removed the tapes from the diaper and used it to clean from front to back all my mess and then proceeded to use cleansing wipes to complete the final cleanup. Another diaper was placed under me and taped into place and I sat up, Lydia rolled the remaining bedding and linens off the bed and then the CNA went and got a full sit-to-stand chair lift and hoisted me off the bed and onto the lift, while Lydia and her remade the bed with clean linens and bedding.

I started apologizing profusely and both women just kind of giggled and said, "it's really ok, you were expected to go, just we didn't think it would be so much, so soon" and they turned to and just smiled. I was blushing 7 shades of red I'm sure. Just then a loud and wet fart escaped into the back of my diaper. Both of them said, "good thing we got him changed, sounds like he's not quite finished."

Sure enough, another wet fart and this time, more muddy poop was helplessly pushed into the diaper. Lydia came over to me and held me close to her breasts and said, "it's ok, just let it all out, we'll take care of you Michael."

With that I started pushing and my face was turning red. The CNA, who's name was Lindsey said, "my goodness, don't blow a blood vessel or have a stroke...it will come out naturally, eventually."

Lydia reached behind and pulled the back of diaper away from my body to assess the damage and she motioned for Lindsey to grab more supplies. Lindsey left and it was just Lydia and I and she said, "are you ok Michael?"

I said, "I feel like an overgrown helpless baby toddler."

Lydia smiled and hugged me and she said, "yes most men are, but we'll take care of you any way."

At the time, that was very comforting, and just what I needed to hear. The rehabilitation and time I spent in the nursing home seemed to just fly by and yes eventually I got used to the intimate attention at diaper changes that was showered upon me. I still blushed profusely when I dropped a load as I referred to it....the nurses called it giving them a special present as they never knew what new smells would assault their senses when opened my diapers.

The Physical Terrorist, I mean Therapist was a petite little thing only 5' 6" tall with DD attitude and firm backside packed quite tight and she loved to wear scrubs I think that were two, heck ten sizes too small. I almost swore onetime she had them airbrushed on, before coming to work. She had one of those squeaky high pitched voices that pierces your soul when they talk to you or around you for that matter. I remember the first time meeting her and I was in loose pants and top and she said, "do you mind if I have a looksee?"

She literally scared the crap of me and I dropped a load in my diaper as she was pulling down my bottoms. Her nose was assaulted and she said, "oopsy, someone made a boo-boo" and excused herself and called the CNA on duty to return me to my room and clean me up, so we could continue our introductions and my physical therapy lesson. Twenty minutes later I was back, semi-naked, top and diaper on, and she took some notes and looked at my injuries and finally said, "well, we have our work cut out for us here."

Theresa and I were to get really close at times and I think maybe, or maybe it's my imagination, but when she thought I was going to slip or fall, she grabbed the waist of diaper and on occasion back that up with her hand on my lower butt. There were numerous times that while she was steadying me, I would get a little, hell, I got the hard on from hell. You know the one that no matter how hard you try, you can't hardly moved. It paralyzes you and you wished the earth would open up and swallow you at that moment?

Anyway, the first time we met became common place with Theresa that there were times she said, "it's no worse than my little cousin. I can keep going if you're game?" I was like, what else could happen to me now, I'm in a diaper in front of this ravishing bodacious woman with infantile smells emanating from it." Let's keep going I thought and we usually did. There were only a few times when my diaper appeared that there might be a catastrophic failure and Theresa had me hold onto the rails until a nurse or aide came for me to minimize the damage.

All of the staff and even most of the guests got to know me at the guy there for physical therapy in diapers. That was ok by me, since no of them knew me personally and God forbid any of them did, other than Lydia, since she was the DON (director of nursing). She did know my name, address, insurance provider, employer, date of birth...anything needed in case of an emergency or medical staff might need to know, allergies etc.

[Rockies Fan in Diapers]

I look forward to the continuation, Please Continue!

Rockies Fan. Go Rockies in 2011!

[matt p]

cant wait to read more hope a new chapte comes real soon

[Bonsai]

Don't really get why you used such title, but you seem a good writer and I will surely look for more.

[Fulldiaper]

Chapter 2

Getting To Know Me

I was born to musical father and a mother that was a stay at home mother. My father left my mother, since she was so dominant and assertive before I was even a years old. My mother kept me under her control and attached to her apron strings. I have a confession, I really enjoyed being a mommies boy. I don't know, but I did. She constantly babied me and when I would have stains in my underwear, she was ok with that and said, "little boys can't help it, they're just bigbaby's honey."

She would ask me if she wanted me to put me back into diapers? She did keep me in diapers at night till I in high school. She diapered me every night before I was climbing into bed, after my bath, which up till I was till I was probably 16 or 17 and sometimes I would get a woody and my mother would just say, "little boys get excited when they get attentions down there honey."

On the days that I didn't have a bowel movement, she would after my bath, she would either before diapering me, she would slip one of her little helpers inside me that by morning would make me have a messy diaper and usually it was wet too. When I had been constipated for more than a day or two, she would use an enema and usually diaper me and tell me "if I had an accident, the diaper would contain it and it was ok if I could hold it, just let it go into your diaper. " There were a few times where I did fill my diaper and she would lovingly change me into a clean diaper and tuck me into bed. Sometimes in the morning, the remaining enema would end up in my diaper and she would change me in the morning.

When I was sick, I was always diapered and she didn't have any issues with changing wet or messy diapers lovingly. She used to make me feel comfortable in diapers and I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, till I started dating and bringing girls home to meet mom. My first girlfriend's date I was taking her to a local restaurant and a movie. We were finished and mom was our chaperone and as we were driving home to the house, mom casually mentioned she needed to stop and pick up some more diapers. Barbra asked for what Mrs. Ballard? It's for Michael, he wears them at night. Barbra looked at me and said, "do you wet your bed Michael?"

I blushed and said, "yes ma'am." Since my mother taught me to say yes ma'am and no ma'am to any female and yes sir and no sire to any male, especially my elders.

Barbra said, "that's so adorable Mrs. Ballard, do you need any help?"

Mom said, "always, you know how little boys can be?"

We got to the drug store and I told mom I'll wait in the car. Mom and Barbara and mom went into the drug store. I thought I would die and it seemed like hours they were in there. I was sure mom was pulling out pictures and showing her all the pictures she's taken with me in diapers and they were conversing about me.

As they entered the store, I saw two packages of diapers and mom and Barbra both had bags. I couldn't for the life of figure out what they bought, but I didn't have too long to wait. When we got home Mom went up to the bathroom and ran the water and Barbra went up with her and both took their bags upstairs. I stayed downstairs and turned on the TV to watch the Quantum Leap episode about Sam as the chimpanzee, the episode where Sam's in a diaper the entire episode and grabbed a soda and opened it and watched the show.

About after the show, I heard Mom call me upstairs and I forget about Barbra and I was undressed in the bedroom and put on my robe to go to the bathroom for my bath. When I got there, Barbra was there in a rubber apron and mom put on an apron and said, "ok, let's get you cleaned up." I started to say something, but the look from my mom said, "shut up and get in."

I disrobed and as I climbed in I noticed that I had an errection, and this didn't go unnoticed by Barbra and mom. Mom held my hand and helped me sitdown in the tub and I noticed there was a suds in the water. When I questioned what it was, mom said, "it's going to make keeping your diaper area cleaner honey."

Little did I know it was a powerful depilatory that was going to remove all my hair and make my skin hairless and baby smooth. My skin tingled and as mom said, "I'll be right back, you behave bABy for Barbra." Barbra stepped up to the tub and started lathering up a washcloth and wiping it across my body and I noticed that my hair on my legs and crotch was coming off in the tub water. As Barbra reached my crotch, she paid extra attention to it and I felt like I was going to pee and all of a sudden, I climaxed. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I enjoyed it A LOT.

As mom reentered the bathroom Barbra was cleaning up the remaining hair and mom grabbed a towel and Barbra and mom helped me up. I really needed help this time and both mom and Barbra wrapped me in a fluffy towel and started rubbing me dry. Then I was gently escorted into the bedroom where Mom had laid out my diaper and there was something new. A pair of vinyl pants and baby powder and lotion. Then my towel was pulled off and Barbra gently pushed me down onto the diaper and told me, "lift up bABy boy" I did and she repositioned the diaper under me and then applied lotion and rubbed it in and I started getting excited again and she stopped just short of another orgasm and the opened the powder and sprinkling it on me and then rubbed it in good. Then she grabbed a wipe and cleaned off her hands and then proceeded to tape my diaper in place.

When she was finished she roughly rubbed the front of my diaper and reached over and grabbed the vinyl pants and inserted my foot into the leg opening and then the other and pulled them up to my knees and said, "lift up again bABy." She pulled them up and then said, "stand up bABy boy." She adjusted them and checked front and rear to make sure they wouldn't leak and swatted playfully on my padded posterior.

Mom was crying. I said, "what's the matter mom?"

She said, "there will be a time when you won't be mommies little boy anymore hon."

I waddled over to her and said, "I'll be ready to be diapered by my mommy no matter how old I get Mommy."

We hugged and Barbra said, "well we need to get you into bed bABy boy."

Mom broke our embrace and swatted my butt and said, "i'll leave you kids alone." and she left my room, but Barbra didn't. She grabbed my hand and walked over to my bed and pulled the covers back and patted the sheets. I climbed in and Barbra crawled in with me and unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra out of the way and forced her breast into my mouth. I was a virgin and I didn't know what to do, but I latched on, a little too much and Barbra said, "easy bABy, suck, not bite."

I nursed and sometime while I was nursing I felt Barbra's hand on my vinyl pants and rubbing the front of my diaper. My body responded with a massive errection and she kept massaging my diaper until I felt another orgasm and I don't remember what happened next, but I woke up with Barbra still in bed with me and my diaper was wet as usual. Me waking up, woke up Barbra and she said, "does my bABy boy need his diaper changed?"

[thong5]

Very arrousing story it worked for me,got very erect, keep writing look forward to more.

[Rockies Fan in Diapers]

Please do continue this Story. It is a Good One.

Rockies Fan. Go Rockies in 2011!

[Cute Baby]

Really enjoyed this story, sure hope there is more to come.

[Fulldiaper]

Chapter 3

My First Love

Barbra and I hit it off and she spent most the time at my place, taking over mom's diaper duties. The first few years while we were still in High School were pretty much the same routine. We would go to school and toward the end of our junior and senior years, we were taking them same classes, except she took some home economics classes and childcare, while I took shop and chorus. I loved singing and Barbra encouraged me to follow that dream to the point of we would go to the school karaoke and more than a few times I won first place.

Barbra and I would become inseparable and she grew to a more maternal status when we were alone, almost like a surrogate mother. She really enjoyed babying me, changing my diapers, bathing me, breastfeeding me and teaching me about sex and how to pleasure a woman. She also introduced me to felatio and the art of cunnilinglus for a woman. The first time Barbra felated me I thought I was going to pee in her mouth. She said, "you won't pee, just relax and enjoy it bABy."

She would change my diaper in the morning and as she was wiping me clean, she would lean down and slowly engulf my manhood into her mouth until she was sucking it like a pacifier and pulling it in and out with suction, until I would reach the point of no return and she would deep throat me and swallow my whole manhood. It was long before I learned about ejaculation and started having wet climaxes, which she would come up and clean me up and rediaper me. She would usually have to wait a few minutes for my errection to subside, before it would fit within the confines of my diaper. She would lotion and powder me. If need be while I was errect, she would perform a cleaning ritual of shaving any hair that might have grown back in or use a depiliatory.

When I would get a little to big for my diapers, Barbra would knock me down a peg or two at changing time by either inserting a suppository or giving me a fleet enema. Then tape me up and say, "now what was that about you being a big boy?" "You keep that diaper clean and dry, and we'll discuss it. OK?" I knew then it was futile , since by morning either of them worked their magic and I would be just like the bABy Barbra had told me I was, that's why I was in diapers anyway.

Sure enough by morning, I was a stinky wet messy bABy boy and Barbra would loving clean me up and change into a clean diaper. By our senior year, she had me in diapers 24/7 and I loved every minute of it. I freshman year in college, we rented a house off campus and it was a nice three bedroom ranch where Barbra and I converted one of the bedrooms to a full blown nursery with a complete layette for me, including vinyl pants, rubber pants, diapers, cloth and disposable, rompers, onesies, and everything a bigbABy and his mommy would want.

We both got jobs to help offset the costs of our college studies and degrees. My degree was going to be in IT (information technology) with a minor in programming. Barbra was get a degree in business management and minor in psychology. We would be here for at least four years we thought.

Into our sophomore year Barbra and I went to her annual OBGYN appointment. They did a PAP and Mamo. We were sitting in the livingroom with me in diapers and her watching TV. I'll never forget that phone call. It was exactly at 4:34 PM on a Tuesday. I waddled over and grabbed the cordless phone and said, "hello!" The other end was the University Medical Center Doctors Office and asked for Barbra. I handed her the phone and she said, "hello, this is Barbra." I picked up the base just in time to hear. We got the results back from your Mamo. It's positive. We would like to schedule for a biopsy this week, when would be a good time?

Barbra dropped the phone and collapsed. I told the nurse on the phone, we'd get back to her. Barbra had fainted I thought, but it was much more serious than that. I called 911 and soon the ambulance came and took her to the hospital and I wasn't allowed to ride with them, so I threw on some clean clothes and started toward the hospital. By the time I got to the hospital the doctors had started running the biopsy and other miscellaneous tests and she was still unconscious.

I made my way to the ICU waiting room, since I wasn't allowed to see her till she was stabilized. I waited and waited, finally a gentleman in scrubs came out and said, "are you Mark?"

I said, "yes I am."

He said, "We did everything we could, but the cancer was so advanced."

I collapsed and when I came to, I was being consoled by a couple of nurses and noticed that my diaper was dry now. The nurse hollered out in the hallway and said, "he's awake."

I looked at her and said, "how long have I been out?"

The nurse said, "two weeks and thirteen hours." "We thought we were going to lose you too."

I had IV tubes in me and I was really emaciated and hardly any muscle tone anywhere in my body. I tried to sit up and didn't even have enough strength to do that.

It was then the nurse told me, "if you hadn't passed out, we probably wouldn't have discovered the tumor in your brain. We caught it in time and it's operable. You don't have to decide now, but we need to know within a month or two at most."

I was discharged a few days later and on the way home I stopped to get some fast food, where I literally ran into Lydia. As I was pulling through the drive through my leg muscles weren't strong enough to keep the brake pedal depressed and rolled into Lydia's SUV. Neither one of our vehicles were damaged, but we did the niceties and exchanged insurance and drivers license information.

I got a call from Lydia's insurance company and they commented that Lydia had turned it in, but since there was no damage, it would be a wash. I would be responsible for my vehicle and she would be responsible for hers, should any repairs be needed now or in the future reference our bumping into each other.

After I hung up with the insurance company I looked the information Lydia had given me and I decided to call her. I didn't want to be alone and any company at all would be better than solitude. I took my cellphone and dialed her number and I heard the first ring, a second ring and then a "hello." I said, "hello, Lydia, this is Mark, the gentleman that literally ran into you at the fast food restaurant."

I heard a giggle and she said, "Oh yes I remember you."

I said, "I hope I'm not being forward, but I recently lost someone very close to me and was wondering if you would mind joining me for dinner or drink? I really don't want to be alone. No strings attached, fair enough?"

I was expecting to hear, "I'm sorry, or I can't or I'm MARRIED."

But I heard, "sure I wouldn't mind keeping you company and I've been told I have a good ear for listening."

I said, "ladies choice, where would you like to meet?"

She said, "based on your past performance, I think I should probably pick you up, is that ok?"

I said, "sure, what time?

She said, "how about 6:30 and we'll discuss where then, OK?"

I said, "sure, see you at 6:30." and we hung up. I looked at the clock and I had a little over four hours before I had to be ready. I wasn't incontinent, but I knew that if I wasn't extremely careful, it could be disastrous on my first date our with my new friend Lydia. I went to my closet and looked at the choice of diapers I had and settled on an American made Attends. I laid it out on my bed and remembered Barbra and just broke down and started bawling. I don't know how long it took me to compose myself, but when I looked at the clock I only had about an hour and half before I had to be ready.

I pulled off my clothes and made my way to the bathroom and started running the water and checked it for temperature. The thought of taking a shower, since I had been bathed either by Barbra or mom, was a little foreign, but I climbed in and hit the plug to redirect the water from the spigot to the shower head and forgot to move before the water started coming out and was blasted by that first shot of cold water, then it warmed up. I put my head under the shower and could feel the water cascading over my head and shoulders down my back and through my clean shaven crotch and dripping on my feet and toes.

I reached down and grabbed the baby shampoo, since that's all Barbra would buy for me and lathered up my head and the rest of my body. I even lathered up my face so that I could be clean shaven for my outing with Lydia. I rinsed off and turned off the water and exited the shower and grabbed one of the big white fluffy towels and started drying my head and working my way down my body until I reached my feet and toes. I made sure I dried between my toes and souls of my feet.

I had forgot to turn on the exhaust fan and so the mirror was all fogged and I used shaving cream to unfog it and started to clean shave my face. I brushed my hair and used some cologne that smelled like bABy powder and then made my way to the bedroom. I dropped the towel at the edge of the bed and grabbed the hair dryer and proceeded to dry my hair and the rest of my body. Afterwards, I made my way over to the bed where my Attends was waiting for me. I applied lotion and rubbed it in and then doused myself with bABy powder and laid on the Attends diaper. I noticed that I didn't get an errection, but it really didn't matter to me right then.

I used a wipe to clean my hands and pulled the tapes up and over the front fixing them snuggly on the front of the diaper. I stood up and adjusted the diaper to make sure it was form fitting. I grabbed my dress jeans and pocketed tee-shirt and pulled my jeans on and tucked my pocketed tee in and then grabbed my wide belt and put it on. I put on my socks and grabbed my brogan boots and laced them up. I pulled down the cuffs of my jeans over the top of my boots.

As I stood up, I could hear a faint crinkle, but I was satisfied that it wasn't like a bullhorn advertising, "DIAPERED MALE HERE" I pulled out my watches and chose my G-Shock and put it on. I grabbed my ruby, diamond and sapphire ring and placed it on my finger. I grabbed my gold chain and hooked it on the back and tucked it into my shirt.

I looked at my watch and I had about fifteen more minutes, so I slipped downstairs and decided to have just one beer to take the edge off. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a Miller Lite and opened it and took a long swig and swallowed. It tasted really good too. I went back in the livingroom and grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV and watched the weather and news. Promptly at 6:30 I heard a horn and looked and saw Lydia's SUV again. I pressed the off button on the remote and chugged the rest of the beer down in a few gulps and sat it back down. I looked in the mirror before turning off the lights and going out the front door and locking it behind me.

I heard a click and saw the passenger door lock pop up and I opened the door and saw the most beautiful smile and she said, "hello there!" I know I blushed and said, "umm, hello beautiful." Then it was her turn to blush. She said, "so where to?

I said, "Like I said, Ladies Choice, you pick. I'm along for the ride...Literally."

She said, "ok, here we go" and she put the vehicle in reverse and backed out my driveway.

She said, "what do you do?"

I told her, "currently I'm a student in a Master's Study for Information Technology. How about you?"

She said, "I'm a real estate broker with my own agency. Need a house?" then she giggled.

I thought, "Barbra, I miss you, but I feel really comfortable with this woman already, please give me a sign."

I said, "Might be, got any deals?"

She said, "we'll see what develops and then I'll tell you, OK?"

I noticed that Lydia had a lead foot and we were speeding right along, emphasis on speeding right along. Sure enough, soon I saw the reflection of red and blue lights behind us and looked back and there was squad car behind us. Lydia said, "darn" under her breath and started to pull over.

The squad car pulled in behind us and angled so that the driver side was protected and the officer approached and tapped on Lydia's window and said, "license, registration and proof of insurance please." Then the officer said, "do you know why I stopped you ma'am?"

Lydia said, "I can explain officer."

I thought, "this ought to be good!

Lydia started out, "I met this man today when he literally ran into my SUV at a fast food restaurant and we exchanged information and later he called me and explained that he didn't wish to be alone tonight and would I join him for the evening. He was recently hospitalized and you can tell my his slender body, anyway. I accepted and we were on our way to the Steakhouse for steak and shrimp and I was a little lead footed because I actually like his company."

The officer folder her ticket book up and said, "that's so romantic, you will be sure to invite me to the wedding, here's my card and said next time watch the speed and good luck both of you."

I was baffled for any words and so we both were silent the rest of the drive and she did indeed keep to the speed limit. As we pulled into the steak house I got out and walked around to her door and opened it for her and held the front door to the steak house open too. She was polite and said, "thank you kind sir."

I said, "you're quite welcome Ma'am."

The greeter recognized her immediately and said, "this way please." We were escorted to the back of the restaurant where there was a candlelit table and a bottle of chilled champagne and two glasses that were a sample of the champagne was given to me and I was allowed to sniff the cork. I recognized it as a Brut (dry champagne) and I approved, whereby the matron filled my glass and Lydia's. Soon there were warm rolls and pats of butter placed on the table and chilled salads and various dressings to choose from.

The meal was served to use by a private staff at our beacon call. We had prime ribs, butterfly shrimp, baked potato and green beans, all prepared perfectly and tasted awesome. During dinner, everytime our glasses were nearly empty, someone was there to fill the glass. I lost count of how many glasses I drank, but I noticed Lydia, was kind of nursing hers and she was still on her first glass when the second bottle arrived.

By now my bladder and bowels were getting quite full and starting to ache for relief. It was then I felt Lydia's hand on my leg and she said, "what did you want to talk about?" With all the alcohol and my current psychological status, I broke down and started crying again and spilled my guts about Barbra and I, omitting the mommy bABy play we did, but did tell her I lost her to cancer and I had an operable brain tumor and needed to make a decision about it with the next sixty days. Lydia held my head and she listened to me as I sobbed and she said, "it's ok, let it all out, I'm here."

I didn't notice it but somehow all the help was gone when I composed myself. It was then I realized that I had wet and Attends, the reason Barbra didn't like them was they weren't absorbent. I then realized that I had another problem, how was I going to excuse myself and clean up, when I didn't have any change and I didn't have any transportation except Lydia's SUV?

I said, "I have to go to the restroom."

Lydia said, "sure, hurry back."

As I stood up I could feel the wetness on my jeans and it was then Lydia said, "oh my, it looks like you don't need the restroom at all, but clean britches hon." I was busted!

[ArtemisEnterri]

Not to nitpick, but you seem to have a "continuity error" in your storyline...

In chapter 1 you say the first meeting with Lydia was after his surgery when the CNA was changing his diaper, but then in chapter 3 you say it was a "fender bump" at a fast food joint...

[Fulldiaper]

Artemis,

Not to nitpick, but you seem to have a "continuity error" in your storyline...

It's not a continuty error, I'm in a coma. Just bear with me. These are lucid dreams I'm having while in my coma.

[Fulldiaper]

Chapter 4

The Rabbit Hole

I knew I was busted, but just how much I had no idea. Lydia called the matron and handed her a black American Express card and said, "add twenty percent for you and the other staff. Also, can you get me a uniform and add it to my bill?"

Within minutes the matron returned with American Express and a uniform size medium that would fit me. Lydia said, "you can change in there and hand me your soiled clothes." I went in and took off my jeans and diaper and handed Lydia my soaking wet jeans and put on the uniform and exited the room.

Lydia said, "let's get you home and cleaned up." I thought she meant she was taking me home, my home that is. We got outside and she opened my door this time and ushered me in and reached across me pulling the seatbelt across. It was then I noticed how endowed she was and firm and she smelled awesome and feminine. She hurried around to her side and got in and started the SUV. She put on her blutooth and started making calls and barking commands to whomever she was talking to. I heard, "I need men's jeans size medium, boot cut a dozen pair and medium pocketed tees and some import adult diapers and I need them delivered this evening at my residence." As she hung up, it still hadn't hit me, we were in route to her home and she was going to have every thing I needed there.

We drove a good forty-five minutes and we pulled into a gated community and a private driveway at the end was a wrought iron gate and she pressed a button in the center top console of her SUV and the gate started to open. Down the driveway and into a luxurious eight car garage we pulled into slot four and I was Rolls Royce's, Bentleys, Porches', Lamborghini's and then we were met by her staff in the garage and the female said, "madam, everything is as you wished."

Lydia said, "thank you, that will be all for the evening."

Lydia reached out and gently took my hand and I followed. As we entered the house it was immaculate and beautifully furnished in a contemporary design with large picture style windows. Off the kitchen area where we entered was a huge dining room table and hutch with fine china. There were plants all over and hard oak flooring everywhere, I was reminded of as Lydia's high heels contacted the surface of the flooring, it made a distinct sound. As we entered the living area, she kicked off her heels and I noticed she had on fine silk stockings with garters that she reached up released allowing her stockings to slide gracefully down her shaven slender legs.

She was leaving a path as she led me through the house. Off to my left behind the house was a massive enclosed indoor swimming pool and Jacuzzi and sauna. Beyond that was an immaculate yard with well maintained shrubs and lawn. I could only see all this because of the bright lighting that was shining on it all from the back of the house out into the yard.

We started up a long spiral staircase and reached the halfway point and could turn right or left and she pulled me to the left and up more stairs. She stopped at a large oak door and opened the door, and said, "I hope this meets with our approval. It's my presidential guest room. If you need anything, just press that button... and I do mean anything."

I entered the room and looked around and behind the door as it closed there were cases of various adult diapers and various incontinent pant coverings and sure enough there were jeans in my size in boot cut. I looked around and there was a huge king size bed, when I sat down in I heard the distinct sound of crinkle. I pulled away the bedding and sheet, and sure enough there was a vinyl fitted sheet on the bed. I pulled the covers back and noticed there were ten or fifteen pillows of various firmness's and sizes. I chose the firm Sealy pillows and then noticed there was a door. After further examination, it was the lavatory or bathroom. There was a walk in shower, but there was also a huge sunken tub Jacuzzi in the middle of it.

I thought I'll take a further look around later, I need to lay down. Well I was more tipsy than I thought and passed out "diaperless" I awoke in the morning to the all to familar wetness and I thought "OH MY GOD" It was then I realized the bedding wasn't wet, but I was. I wearing one of the diapers I looked at the night before. My head was pounding, but I was thankful I didn't ruin Lydia's beautiful furniture or bedding.

Just then I heard a knock and I said, "come in." It was Lydia and she said, "how did you sleep?"

I blushed and said, "apparently sound enough someone made sure I didn't ruin your furniture and bedding."

She said, "I told, anything you need, you have but to ask. Since you didn't I had my staff nurse come up take precautions."

I said, "thank you and I'm sorry I was so drunk."

Lydia said, "No harm done." Then she asked me, "are you hungry?"

I said, "I'm famished."

Lydia said, "great, let's go eat breakfast...it's a buffet style on the weekends here."

I said, "umm, I need to change probably?"

Lydia said, "by all means, do you need any help?"

I said, "I wouldn't want to impose."

Lydia said, "no imposition at all, I would be honored to assist you my new friend."

We both laughed and I laid back down and Lydia gathered supplies from the boxes behind the door and placed them beside the bed and proceeded to remove my soaking wet night diaper and clean me up and change me into a fresh clean diaper. When she pulled the tapes off, she was greeted by a raging hardon. She said, "it's been years since I've seen one of those, but I think I can figure out how to fix this."

She applied a liberal amount of lotion on her hands and warmed it up then she slathered it all over my groin and started slowly working my errection until I told her I was about to climax. She said, "that's the idea, then it will fit in the diaper." As I ejaculated she took a wipe and gently cleaned up my cum and finished applying the lotion and powder and cleaned her hands up and then affixed the tapes on the diaper, make sure they were snug across my abdomen and then she checked the leg gathers to make sure they wouldn't leak. When I stood up, she swatted me and said, "not bad for no experience, huh?"

I could feel how snug they were and I said, "expert Ma'am" Then Lydia grabbed a pair of jeans and held them for me to step into them and then she grabbed a royal blue pocket tee and pulled my jeans up over my diaper and tucked the shirt into the jeans then zipped up the jeans and buttoned them and said, "let's go eat."

[Rockies Fan in Diapers]

Wow! These were an awesome couple of Chapters! Please Continue as soon as you Can!

Rockies Fan. Go Rockies in 2011!

[Fulldiaper]

Chapter 5

Out of the Rabbit Hole

I then felt sharp pain in my head and heard voices talking about me, but I couldn't see anyone and Lydia was no where to be found. I heard a voice say, "doctor, I think he's coming around."

Then I felt someone tickling my feet and I could feel I was waking up. The doctor said, "yes he's coming out of the coma." The doctor said, "Can you hear me Mark?" Try as I might, I couldn't muster up enough strength to open my eyes or get enough spit to talk. I heard the nurse and doctor say, "relax, you've been in a coma for nearly a year." We were able to operate on the tumor, but you slipped into a coma during surgery."

Then I heard the voice of the doctor say, "nurse, notify is next of kin and tell them he's coming out of the coma."

I felt someone pulling on me and rolling me to my side and the nurse said, "I'm changing you, before your family gets here Mark." I still couldn't talk and I was getting frustrated. I had no muscle tone and could barely keep my eyes open. I laid there like a vegetable. The nurse when she finished changing me, said, "I know you're probably frustrated, but you're a live and you'll be able to recover from this most likely. But I'm not a doctor."

I noticed by the clock on the wall it should be about time to eat and sure enough about that time I heard the dinner cart coming down the hall. I was expecting hamburgers, fries and a shake, what I got was pureed beef, pureed vegetables and some jello pudding. The nurse carefully spoon fed me and said, "we'll start rehab probably tomorrow and get you some muscle tone back." I just nodded in an affirmative manner.

That night I was back at Lydia's and we were eating breakfast and I could taste the eggs and bacon and pancakes and felt full and farted in the dream and filled my diaper in the dream also. We went out by the indoor pool and she called a staff member to bring a changing pad and clean diapers for me.

I then felt someone checking my diaper and rolling me, but in the dream, Lydia was lifting my legs , but in reality I was being rolled and cleaned up and rediapered. Then I heard a familiar voice, it was Barbara. Was I dreaming or was she really there talking to me. I could hear her as clearly as I could see Lydia and then Lydia turned into Barbara. I started crying uncontrollably and she said, "it's ok bABy, mommy is here."

Since I couldn't talk, now even in my dream, I snuggled up to her and just cried. She soothed me and ruffed up my hair saying, "it's ok, I'm right here bABy boy and I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon, now that you're back. I was then back in my dream and Barbara was there and Lydia was no where to be found, but we were in the house that was formerly Lydia's and Barbara and I were there and she was once again my mommy.

Speaking of which, I couldn't understand why my mother hadn't been to the hospital to see me and it bothered me, since mom and I were so close through the years. I looked at Barbara in the dream and tried to talk, and nothing would come out and it was as if she was reading my mind. She teared up and said, "bABy your mother died of breast cancer nearly a year ago while you were in your coma. She had come to the hospital to see you when she collapsed on the floor and was rushed to the ER where they discovered that she had a multi-stage breast and ovarian cancer that she succumbed to in less than a few days. There was nothing the doctors could do for her.

You had some violent reactions when she died, so much so the doctors were worried they were going to lose you too, but you pulled through and remained in your coma for over a year now. Your diapers are now permanent and doctors have said, "you'll probably have to wear them for the rest of your life, since the tumor you had removed affected the nerves and muscles that control your bodily functions and sphincter muscle along with the bladder." "I'm so sorry Mark, but I'll never leave you nor forsake you honey." Barbara said.

I couldn't figure out why my dreams were so vivid and real to me. Barbara again seemed to know what I was thinking. Little did I know that I was triggering everything in my dreams including my time with Lydia or Barbara through a process called Lucid Dreaming.

[Rockies Fan in Diapers]

Good addition, but I am confused a little because this chapter was named the same as the previous, & although it was a little different, it seemed similar to me as the previous chapter? Or is it Just Me? Anyway I enjoyed it & Please Do Continue,

Rockies Fan. Go Rockies in 2011!

[Fulldiaper]

Thank you for your comments. I'm hoping to continue this story line and make it clearer as the story goes on.

...just my .02 cents

[Nia]

Thanks for spending all the time writing it Fulldiaper. I am really looking forward to another chapter.

[Fulldiaper]

Chapter 6

My Dreaming Ability

I realized that as I was laying there dreaming I was involving people in my dreams that were in my life in reality. This allowed me to visualize anyone anywhere anytime in my dreams. Barbara my mother or any other woman of my choosing could be drawn into any dream sequence I desired. This made my dreams very powerful and allowed me to be anyone, anytime I wanted to. This also allowed me to live, even though I was unable to be awake and lucid most of the time. Little did I know, while I was in my coma I was eventually taken out of the hospital and placed into a long-term care nursing home for monitoring.

In the nursing home I was assessed and it was determined that my brain was functional but that my body lacked any fine motor skills to be able to stand, walk, or be mobile in any way shape or form, therefore it was deemed that I be diapered as an adult and cared for as an infant would be cared for. I was fed through feeding tubes and IVs for over a year. My muscles in my body had completely atrophied when my mind had gotten only stronger. I was able to have out of body experiences and see the people that were caring for me. This allowed me to include them in my dream sequences and for them to be able to experience me, firsthand.

My favorite nurses aide was Lindsay, she was a petite 5'5" tall female, very well endowed, cute body and very nice assets. She was usually my caretaker most of the day and she did it in a loving and caring manner. On the other hand the evening staff was Rita, she was a 50+-year-old woman, that I found out was a mother of two, and a widow. She also was well endowed, and on many occasions while changing me her breasts were allowed to be freed from their confines. I on many occasions imagined nursing on Lindsay or Rita and being cared for as an infant. I decided that they would be my surrogate mother and babysitter.

I involved Lindsay one morning while she was at work and told her don't be afraid, this is my dream but this is the real me. She was apprehensive initially, but warmed up to me when she found out that I was harmless. I told her, that I imagine her as my Donny mommy and mommy nurser. She agreed to allow me to breast-feed in the dream sequence, she even changed my messy and what diaper lovingly as she did in real life. I asked her what my prognosis was, and she got sad. She commented, "the doctor's prognosis, is that you probably will never come out of the coma."

I told her, "I will come out of this, and I will recover!"

Lindsay, just cried as she nursed me, as she stroked my hair and whispered, "I know you will."

She stayed in my dream until the end of her shift, when in real time she took a break and a short nap. She then came into my room, and asked me, "was I really in your dream with you?" Then she realize she was talking to a man in diapers, and in a coma.

The next dream sequence, I confirmed to her yes she was in my dream. She and I became very close over the next few weeks. I only involved her in my dream sequences on the days I knew she was going to be working. She provided me her time schedule, verbally on every new shift. This allowed me to know when I could bring her into my dream sequence, and on her break she would remember everything happened in the dream sequence.

As we got closer and closer, and our bond got stronger and stronger, Lindsay wanted to be closer emotionally, as well as physically and sexually. She wanted me to imagine her mounting me, from a female superior position, while my diapers were opened, during the change. She monitored the real-time during this dream sequence and noticed an increased breathing pattern and the appearance of an orgasm, while I was in the coma. This was promising, because most, patients have no REM, let alone any physical or sexual tendencies while comatose.

She also noticed and noted that her panties were quite damp, after these types of dream sequences, which meant that she in reality was being excited in the dream and also in real-time. I confess to Lindsay, my desire to be dominated by force and diapered by a dominant female, she was excited, to grant my wishes. I asked her one evening, as the dream sequence was about to end, would you mind if I involved Rita, one of the evening staff here as a nanny, or nurse, when you're not here to take care of me? She said, "big babies, as well as the little ones need to be watched after 24 /7.

With your permission, I invited the older, much more mature Rita into my dream sequences as a dominant nurse and nanny. Rita was all too willing and very able keep me under her Donny control while Lindsay wasn't around. Rita new things, that Lindsay had no idea existed. Since it was a dream sequence, Rita was able to conjure up, just about any device, garment, or circumstance, that are it every heart desired. Rita's children were grown up and she longed for that maternal feeling, that she was able to obtain while dominating and diapering me.

Lindsay and Rita were as different as night and day. I knew the day or evening would come when they both would be part of my dream sequence. That day was to come sooner than I actually had thought. It started out as a normal day in my dream sequence, when all of a sudden Lindsay and I were playing, and I heard a knock on the door in the dream. Lindsay went to the door and when she opened it, Rita was standing there with diapers and other miscellaneous items in the dream.

I was so surprised, that I filled my diapers and soaked them almost immediately. I looked up and said, "Rita, how did you get in here?"

Rita smiled and said, "baby boy, I'm a mature woman and female nurse that has access to many medical resources. I found the book on lucid dreaming, and it explained in detail how to interrupt or invade someone's lucid dreaming sequences, while you were sleeping. Right now, I'm laying in bed, in my condo, in my nightgown, and planning on coming to meet your mommy and you specifically in this dream."

Lindsay looked at Rita, looked at me, then said, "Rita, would you teach me how to do this, so I can enjoy being with my baby boy, and you anytime, I'm not here and sleeping?"

Rita said, "I would be very happy Ms. Lindsay, to teach you all that I know about dreaming and dominating the male figure!"

For the first time in my dream sequence, I wasn't going to be the one in control anymore!