Adult Baby Study Clinic Part 2

[turtlepins]

A Vegas firm interested in staffing an AB/DL program gave us a huge grant and offered some of their own trainees to learn the trade. Wednesday morning found Charlie sitting in the waiting room almost shaking with desire. I met him and ushered him into one of the examining rooms. It was especially designed to look like an infant examining room with everything large enough to comfortably fit Charlie.

I gave him a pill to swallow, which he meekly took, and helped him stretch out on the changing pad. Two nurses arrived to take his vitals and draw blood. They spoke to him as though comforting a child and he slowly relaxed, partly because of the treatment, mostly because of the pill.

Once he was asleep we used laser technology to remove all facial and body hair. Following that procedure we soaked him in a tank until his skin was as soft and delicate as a baby’s. Our plan was not for him just to feel like a baby and wear baby clothing. We planned for him to become a helpless baby dependent on our care for his every need.

Diana was an expert in hypnotherapy and I was an expert in pharmaceutics. Our third staff member was Dr. Michelle Norris, a neurologist and specialist in herbal lore and treatments. To begin with, our plan was simple, but as we progressed it became more complex.

Charlie wore only diapers, plastic pants, and a T-shirt during the first part of his transformation. Thirty days passed as he went through the hypnotherapy, exposed every moment to the bombardment of images and music and subliminal suggestion. During that time he was monitored, changed when needed, and treated like an infant. Brainwashing is a fine art, and Diana was a pro.

At the end of thirty days Charlie could form no words nor coordinate his arms or legs. His teeth had been removed and he was accustomed to drinking from a nipple and swallowing baby food like an infant. The next phase involved controlling him.

Since he was an infant in an adult body we needed to be able to direct him and insure his obedience. Michelle mixed up a lotion that she spread over his entire body. With the drugs I was using to make him feel mellow and happy the lotion proved powerful. It woke up nerve endings and stimulated every pleasure center on the surface of his body.

We were so impressed with the lotion we all tried it on ourselves. The results were powerful and we knew we were on to something. Charlie certainly responded well. Every time he wet his diapers Michelle sprayed the lotion on his genitals and between his legs so he would associate the pleasure with the wetting.

After thirty days of this therapy his body associated wetting and messing with intense pleasure, deep and satisfying sexual release. It was not at all unusual for him to experience an intense orgasm during the wetting. Even though he was thirty years old he was sexually immature, rarely achieving any kind of erection, even during the most intense moments.

Michelle’s lotion was going to make us wealthy. It worked on women as well as it did on Charlie. The three of us would rub it on our own pleasure centers and experience intense orgasms. If touch were involved the experience was even more intense and involved multiple orgasms for each of us.

Sixty days after Charlie began his therapy we were ready to test our results. Charlie was helpless, unable to do more than lift himself and aimlessly kick his legs. It was at this point that we introduced the full baby treatment.

Amanda was producing milk so she became his nurse. Morning and evening he suckled at her breasts. Using the lotion on her breasts made the experience delightful for her. Charlie was happy to suckle, falling asleep after each feeding. During the day we fed him baby food and bottles of juice.

Touch was important, and someone patted his diapered bottom often, or rubbed his back, tummy, or legs and feet. Any touch made him giggle and kick. During the day he wore three heavy gauze prefold diapers with terrycloth inserts sewn in. Velcro straps held them tight around his waist, and pins kept them tight around his thighs. At night he wore four. He loved being diapered so much none of the nurses seemed to mind when changing time came.

In twenty days he could sit on is own, and a few days later began to crawl. His crib was built around a king-sized mattress and bed so that he would feel small. Rails at the side were taller than he was standing. We had a playpen similar in nature. He played with baby toys, teething toys, anything we gave him with great delight.

Men don’t usually look cute as babies. Their bodies are too mature perhaps. Yet Charlie pulled it off somehow. He lacked only the huge eyes of an infant. Blessed with a small nose with a pacifier or bottle in his mouth he looked much like an infant. And his eyes were innocent.

Two months later he was entering the toddler stage, acting and moving like a two-year old. Part of our test was to see if we could stop his progress there, keep him at that level. He was more than willing to stop progressing. At the end of a year he was still barely able to toddle about and spoke only a few words.

I thought the cutest thing about Charlie was the way his body reacted to wetting or messing his diapers. If he was toddling he would fold to his knees or plop on his bottom, his legs kicking, laughing and giggling in delight. He made baby noises while drinking from a bottle, or suckling on a breast, or with his pacifier in his mouth. Michelle thought that was cute. Diana liked the way he snuggled his head against anyone holding him.

Eighteen months into his stay in the clinic we slowly brought him back. He was completely compliant, totally dominated by our staff, and not at all embarrassed by his behavior. Since he was already incontinent and knew how to change himself we watched to see if he would reduce the number of diapers he wore. That did not change.

Even without the lotion we had used so much he still experienced intense pleasure when he wet or messed his diapers. He remained sexually immature, a fact that might have irritated a wife had he been married.

Eventually he was able to return home and begin working again. Rarely did I see him after that in anything but baby clothes. A pacifier became a regular fixture for him, a need he never outgrew. In many ways his life was much simpler after his treatment, unencumbered by guilt for his adult baby lifestyle and love for diapers.

It was the power that intoxicated us. We planned to test our treatment on juvenile delinquents and troubled children and teens. There was no lack of grant money for our next experiments. For Diana and me, our jobs were no longer quite so boring and mundane.

Though we didn’t know it, our next challenge was just a few days away. An emotionally disturbed eight-year old boy would come into our very selective circle, and we would be considered a final attempt to tame him. But that’s the next story, isn’t it.

[D_Rainger]

turtlepins, you are one of the most prolific writers I have ever encountered. The words just pour out of you. I can't generate that quantity of prose. Did you notice something interesting about this piece? There is no conversation in it whatsoever.

-D_Rainger

[Baby D]

Great story Turtlepins!!

[Romance]

I really enjoyed this story. Great job.

[Romance]

Hey.. I just noticed the tie between this story and the Conditioning. Very well done Turtlepins.

[Emperorbaby]

Good one