New Year's Baby

[aldl4811]

Hooked, keep it up!

[babynicole]

can't wait to find out what happens

[willnotwill]

“A friend of mine slipped two of us some drugs last night.   I’m pretty sure we consumed a substantial amount,” I explained to the doctor.

“Symptoms?”

“Well, for one we can’t remember anything about what happened that night.   It took a bit of detective work to unravel what happens.”

“Hmm… sounds like one of the date rape drugs, GHB, Rohypnol, or Ketamine.   Anything else?”

“Um, yes… we’ve both seemed to have developed incontinence as a result.”

“I’ve heard of that with long-term users of ketamine, but this was your first time, right?”

“Yes, and our jaws have also been clenching.”

“That occurs a lot with ecstasy, any chance this was a mix?”

“Don’t know.    I don’t know if it is because of the grinding, but our teeth have been very temperature sensitive as well.”

The doctor sat back and thought for a minute.   “Well, I’ll draw blood from both of you and we’ll have it tested. “   Any other information.

“The guy who slipped it to us said he thought it had a name like Purple Rain or Deep Purple or some song with purple in it.”

“Purple is one of the slang names for ketamine.   But this doesn’t sound like a straight ketamine reaction.    Let me check something.”

He turned around to a computer and started typing.   “The street drugs change faster than legitimate drugs at times.   We now have a database to keep up on it.   I’m typing your symptoms in and the term ‘purple.’ and we’ll see.”

He pulled back from the keyboard and watched.   He then made a few clicks.   “OK, here it is, I think.   It’s called methoxyketamine.   It’s a new drug developed from ketamine.    It goes by the name ‘Purple Haze.’”

There it was.   Rat’s associative memory.   Some song with Purple in it.   Jimi Hendrix, not Prince or whoever.

“What do we do?”

“Well, we’ll test to make sure that’s what it is.   Frankly, there’s no antidote.   We can do some supportive treatment.    You should take some magnesium supplement.  That’s over the counter at the pharmacy.  That will help with the clenching.   You should try sleeping with a mouth guard.   You can get those at the drug store as well.   Some of the X users use a pacifier.”

“Great, diapers and a pacifier.    Can it get any worse?”  Allison chimed in.

“I guess a baby bottle might help you drink without hurting your teeth,” the doctor said with a smile.   Allison was seething.

“I found a straw works just fine.”

Allison and I thanked the doctor and left.   “Now what?”

“Off to the pharmacy,” she said.    We found there was one in the building, so we went there.    I found the oral care section; I grabbed to mouth guards and two tubes of Sensodyne toothpaste.    I met at the cashier and traded Allison one of each for one of the two bottles of Magnesium pills she had.”

Allison addressed the clerk.   “Do you have any absorbent adult diapers?  I’ve got these from CVS, and they’re not all that good”

[willnotwill]

The clerk got Allison some better diapers, Tena.   I got a bag as well.   I tried to engage Allison in conversation as we left the store but she just turned and walked off.    I guess I didn’t blame her for the hostility.   I went home and knew I needed a diaper change.   I decided to use up the existing diapers before opening the new package.

I went into the kitchen and popped a couple of magnesium pills.   I hope this helps.    I then tore open the mouthguard package.   Reading the instructions, it said I had to boil it and then fit it.   Just like my old highschool football mouth protector I thought.   While I stood there waiting for the guard to soften, I felt the now all too familiar feeling of my diaper getting warmer.

I decided to give Allison a few days to calm down.    I got a phone call from the doctor a few days later.   He said that the blood tests did confirm a fairly substantial dose of purple haze in both of us.    He couldn’t give us any prognosis on recovery.    I called Allison.

“Allison, Dave.”  I tried to sound cheery.

“What?” came the icy response.

“I got the report from the doctor. “

Silence.

“It was purple haze.    It was in both our blood.    The doctor can’t give us any idea as to how long this will last.”

There was a short pause and then.   “Thank you.”  Still icy.

“Allison, I’m …” I started to apologize again, but I realized she had hung up.

I was hoping she’d have settled down a bit.   I guess I couldn’t blame her.   She went out with me and now was wetting herself uncontrollably.

I decided I had to get on with my life.   I put my sheets in the dryer and put a clean set on the bed.   I’d sleep in the Tena tonight for sure.    I dug around in my closet and came up with a larger computer case I’d not used in years.   This would make an acceptable diaper bag.    I got my keys and headed out to the market.     I needed to get something for dinner.    I searched and found a box of straws.   I’ll need these.    I passed the baby section.      I remember the doctor’s recommendation for a pacifier and thought about it for a second and then passed.   I got a pack of chewing gum instead.

I went to work the next day.   By lunch I was wet, but the Tena held up well.   I was nervous about changing in the men’s room at the office, so I headed over to a local sub shop and ordered there.   I popped into their bathroom and changed.   That should get me through to the end of the day.

I got home at the end of the day and surveyed the stock of diapers.    I was going to have to get more.    For now, I’d use the cheap diapers awake at home and save the Tenas for work and sleeping.    I texted Allison.    No answer, which I guess didn’t surprise me.   She was still mad at me.   I wondered if this was ever going to change.  Had I blown my chance with her?

A week passed.   I called the doctor, and he said that only time would tell if things would get better, but told me it was possible that they would not.    He suggested that in a few weeks if there was no change that I could get a referral to a urologist and some other specialists to see what could be done medically.

I tried again to contact Allison.    I got no response.   Desperate, I headed over to her apartment.     The door was open when I got there, and a man in white coveralls was painting.    The place was deserved.    “Do you know what happened to the woman who lived here?” I asked.

“She moved out last week,”  the painter offered, but that was it.

I texted Allison, “I went to your place and saw you moved.   We need to talk.”

A few seconds later an answer came back.   “I’m not ready, yet.”

[junyour]

He is trying to help with what he has found out, and she seems to be rejecting everything about him. I hope their relationship improves so that he can offer her a chance at dignity.

Great story so far

[Fulldiaper]

Thank you for the added chapters. I really am looking to see where this is going. Please do continue, and soon, please.

[babybb]

so glad to read more of this mystery.  thanks for the updates

[TheBabyPants]

What a pleasure to read, I do hope you continue.

[willnotwill]

Not ready?    Well, that was terse but at least she wasn’t completely ignoring me.    I guess I had little choice other than giving her time.   I didn’t even know where she lived now.   I got a case of Tenas from the same store in the doctor’s building.     I went to see a urologist, and he had done some research into ketamine-induced bladder damage which he related in a real scary way.   The good news, he insisted, is that this doesn’t sound anything like that.    I had appointments going forward, and he offered some info on various things other than diapers I might want to try.

Several didn’t sound too promising.   One was putting a clip across my penis to keep it from leaking.   Didn’t sound comfortable in the long run.    Others were just variants on the diapers.    Pads and guards to soak up the leakage.    The last was an external catheter.   This was essentially a condom with a drain on it that fed to a bag I would wear on my leg.    I decided to give that one a try.

I got the package home.   There was a recommendation that I might want to shave the area.   I decided to forgo this at the outset.    I worked the condom over my penis and squeezed it in place.     I connected up the tubing and the leg bag.      I looked at myself in the mirror.    This was ridiculous looking, but it beat a diaper I guess.    I wasn’t going to wear shorts with this get up.    A few minutes later yellow fluid ran down the tube to the bag.   Temporary victory.

A few hours later I realized why they recommended shaving.   Pubic hairs were getting snagged in the condom adhesive and being yanked on as I moved.    OK, it was good advice.    That evening I found out that the contraption didn’t work well sleeping and I leaked.   Back to sleeping in diapers for me.

Other than that, I settled into a routine.   Drink with a straw and sleep with the night guard.    Chewing gum covered up the fact I was having problems during the day.   Still, I wondered how Allison was fairing.    Here was a girl who had a pretty severe life change for no other reason that she chose to spend New Years with me.

I muddled through the next few weeks until I suddenly got a text.   It was from Allison.

 “I’m ready.    1407 E 3RD ST.” 

I didn’t have to hesitate.   I got in the car.   I found the address.    A cute little house in a modest residential neighborhood.   I parked and went up to the front door and rang the bell.   Moments later the door opened.   Allison stood there in a short dress with poofy sleeves and skirt.   She had a pacifier in her mouth.   She turned slightly and I could see the skirt didn’t cover an obviously diapered rear under frilly panties.   I just stood there.

She took the pacifier out of her mouth and stuffed it in mine.   “Well, come in, silly,” she said as she pulled me in and shut the door.

[Hugo]

It seems that someone is coping quite well with the situation they got in!

I'm curious to find out more!

 

[babybb]

did she lose it or is this her way of dealing with it.  great chapter

[willnotwill]

I grunted against the pacifier at the surprise.     She smiled at me.   “I’ll explain as we go along.  Let’s get you dressed.”    She led me to the back bedroom and put me up on a padded table.    My head was still swimming.    She set to remove my clothes.    Sex?   Was she ready for that?     I helped as I could get my shirt and pants off.     I was lying there with my catheter and leg bag.   She clucked.   “This won’t do.”

She set about removing the condom, and its related material.     She then pulled out a large piece of cloth and slid it under me.   As she pulled it between my legs, I realized we weren’t about to have sex.   This was a cloth diaper she was putting on me.    Once pinned in place, she threaded a pair of plastic pants over the top.    She had me stand up, and I pulled them in place   She put a t-shirt over my head and pulled it down.    Then she pulled it through my legs and snapped it in place.   A baby’s onesie!   

“There.  Now you’re appropriately dressed.   Would you like a beer?”

I nodded, and she left the room.   I looked around the room I was in and realized it was a nursery.    The table I was sitting on was an oversized changing table.    There was a crib, a rocking chair, and a large rocking horse.   All were sized for Allison to be able to use.

She returned with two baby bottles and handed me one.    I spat out he pacifier and took a swig from it.   The doctor was right.   The nipple did help with the tooth sensitivity.    I opened my mouth for the first time, “What?”   Allison held up her hand.

“Let me explain,” she said sitting down in the rocker.   “If you have questions you can ask after I’m finished.    You see, I was apprehensive to go out with you dressed as a baby that night.    Not just because I was nervous being in public in just a diaper, but because secretly I had always wanted to do so.    I was afraid that if I did it, somehow the fact that I had this inner desire would somehow expose itself.”

I just nodded.   I felt there was more coming.

“I’ve had this fantasy of being a little girl in diapers for a long time.    I suppressed it, though New Years was not the first time I had a diaper on.”

It occurred to me that when we were in the CVS and later in the pharmacy in the doctor’s building, Allison was overly familiar with what she was buying.   It just hadn’t registered before.

“Then I woke up in jail.   In jail, of all places, wearing a diaper.   I was told I had been found wandering around Sixth in just a diaper.  Shortly, after that, I realized I was now incontinent.    Here  I was one daydreaming about wearing diapers and the next I had to wear diapers.    I had real mixed feelings.   Mostly, I was angry.   Angry at myself for letting myself get into the situation.   Angry at you.   Angry at Rat.   Just angry.”

I started to stutter out an apology, but again she held up a hand.   I took another draw on the bottle.

I’d been planning on buying this house for a while, and I decided to go through with it.    Further, I decided that if I was going to be stuck with the reality of being incontinent and having to drink from bottles, I was going to enjoy it, so I worked at getting the nursery set up.   Come, let me show you around.”

She bounced up, her skirt flapping up exposing more of her diaper cover.    I began to get aroused.  I followed around in the onesie.   My legs were bare but spread with the thickness of the diaper.   She explained the furnishing in the nursery.    She then led me to another room.   This was set up with a sewing machine and other notions.   “I’ve been making a lot of clothes in here.”    She showed me another normal bedroom.  “This is my big girl room, for the days when I have to be an adult.”    She showed me the kitchen and the living room.   The living room was the furniture I remembered from her old apartment.

“You got all this done in three weeks?”

“Four,” she said.   “And I had Roger to help me.”

“Roger?” I said.

“Silly, Roger Allen Thompson,” she said as if I was an idiot.

I thought for a second.    “Rat!” I had forgotten his nickname originally came from his initials.

“He was more than happy to help.   Especially when I intimated that I might tell the authorities about his amateur distilling and pharmaceutical hobbies.    He’s quite handy.    He did it out of friendship for you and for being sorry for messing us up like that.”

She came up to me and threw her arms around me and kissed me.    “What do you think? she said.   She reached down to my crotch and grabbed the front of my diaper detecting the massive erection contained inside.   “Oh, I know what you think.”

She led me back to the nursery and opened the crib.   She pulled a pad out and laid it on the mattress.    She then unsnapped my onesie and pulled the plastic pants down yielding a damp diaper.    She undid the pins, and my penis snapped to attention.     I took her diaper cover down and unpinned her diaper.   I set the wet cloth carefully on top of the diaper cover.   She flopped on the crib, and I came over and lifted her skirt and proceeded to make love.

We laid there in the crib afterward.    A trickle of urine ran over her let.     “This is why I have to put the pad down.”    She got up and fastened a new diaper in place and a new pair of plastic pants.   She came over and rediapered me as well.

"So?” she said.   “What do you think?   You think you could play with me?”

[babybb]

wow is all i can say!! 

 

[atnboy20]

I love the turn this story has taken. You write some of my most favorite stories on dd. 

[junyour]

Great story so far. Please don't let it die from lack of updates

[aldl4811]

Wow!!!!! Didn’t want to stop reading!

[willnotwill]

 

She moved to her rocking horse and mounted it.    The skirt was hiked up showing her diaper.   The sight was getting me aroused again.    “Yeah, I can play with you.”

She gave me a kiss, and we made arrangements to spend the next weekend together.    She grabbed my clothes and my leg bag and dumped them into a grocery bag and handed them to me.    See you Friday and pushed me out the door.

It felt odd being outside in the onesie.   I hurried to my car and drove home.   I wasn’t sure what I was feeling.   At least Allison didn’t seem to be still mad at me, but had she gone over the edge?    What did she have in mind?  I fished my pants out of the bag and pulled them on before I went in.    Once inside I pulled off my pants again and went to the bathroom mirror and looked.    Yes, I was a big toddler.    Frankly, I’d passed off the diapers as just a mechanical thing that I needed, but now there seemed to be more to it.

I unsnapped the crotch and lowered the plastic pants and unpinned the diaper.    It was late enough that I didn’t want to put the leg bag back on so I grabbed one of my Tenas and taped that in place.    I grabbed the diaper and stuffed it in a plastic bag.    I looked carefully at the tag of the plastic pants.   I could machine wash that as well.    I snapped my crotch back and put my pants back on.    I gathered up some other stuff that needed washing and brought it all down to the laundry area.    I started the machine and headed back to my apartment.    An hour or so later I dumped everything into the drier.

I went back to my apartment and grabbed a beer and a straw and sat down on the couch and thought more about this whole situation.   I downed that one and got another.   Coming back to the couch I laid down.   While the bendy straw helped me drink in that position, maybe Allison did have the right idea using a baby bottle.

I woke up the next morning still on the couch, still in the onesie.   Crap I thought.    I got out of the onesie got into the shower.    After my shower, I grabbed a new condom for the catheter and pressed it in place.   I was going to have to shave down there or just go to diapers all the time.    I fished the leg bag and straps out of the plastic bag Allison had returned them to me, and then it occurred to me.   My laundry!

I got dressed quickly and got down to the laundry room.    Sitting on top of the dryer was my clothes neatly folded.    Someone must have needed to run their load and taken mine out.    Nicely folded right on the top were the diaper and plastic pants.    Great, in addition to the one neighbor who saw me come in drunk and drugged in a diaper now someone knows I’ve got diapers in my laundry.

 

[babybb]

something wierd happened to your new update.  it seems to repeat parts,  not sure what happened but figured id let ya know

[willnotwill]

Fixed it, must have pasted it twice.

 

[babybb]

ok thanks for the fix   now the real question who's the mystery person from the laundry room.  thanks for update

[CDfm]

Really enjoying the story so far. I sure didn’t expect the turn the story took with Allison turning out to be an AB. Up to that point, I was marveling at how realistic the story was. And it’s not that I dislike that turn it’s just up to that point this could have actually happened just this way. I am looking forward to reading more. 

[Sarah Penguin]

[willnotwill]

Sorry for the delay.   Twice I've written the next chapter and lost it.   I'm on it.

[junyour]

I am glad you haven't forgotten us, will. I , too, look forward to next installment.

[willnotwill]

Allison met me at the door.   She was wearing a cute romper and sucking on a pacifier.    She removed it from her mouth and placed it in mine and brought me inside.    She set to pulling off my clothes.    Having lowered my pants, she patted the diaper.   “Good, I see you’re better attired this time.”   She handed me a shirt to put on.   Baby blue.   “Baby Boy” it read.

“I’d thought we’d have dinner and watch a movie on TV and then we could get some crib time,” she said.    Sounded good to me, especially if “crib time” meant what I thought it did.    She handed me a bottle with what appeared to be beer in it.   I took a quick suck, and it was beer.   She told me to sit down while she finished dinner.

A few minutes later she called me to the table.   She wrapped a big around my neck and then set a plate with steak and mashed potatoes in front of me.   I reached for the fork, and she swatted down my hand.   “No baby,” she said.

She took the knife and fork and cut the steak into small pieces.    She lifted the fork towards my mouth, and I opened my mouth, and she placed it inside.    OK, so this was her game.    I let her feed me the rest of the plate.    “Now, my turn,” she said pushing her plate towards me and sitting down.    I got up and transferred the bib to her.    I cut up her steak and fed it a bite at a time to her.    I picked up a forkful of potatoes and right before it got to her mouth she closed it.   The fork deposited the potatoes on her face.   She giggled.   I had to admit, it was funny.   I laughed, too.    I continued to play with her saying the fork was an airplane and she consumed the rest of the plate.    I grabbed a napkin and wiped her face.

She told me to get the TV on, and she’d clean up.    She told me she was hoping to get a high chair for the dining room.    I turned on the TV and searched through the guide for a romantic comedy that was starting soon on HBO.    She came in with two bottles.   An off-white fluid was inside.    Milk?   I took a sip.   There was a coffee flavor to it.   I looked confused.

“White Russians,” she said.    Not exactly baby stuff.    We cuddled and watched the movie.   When it was over she pulled me towards the bedroom.    She spread out the pad on the bed and yanked my plastic pants off and unpinned the diaper.   I reciprocated and we were soon in the crib going at it.     Afterward, she cleaned me up and put me in a new diaper.     She went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of matching one-piece pajamas.    I pulled mine on.   There were feet attached.    She zipped me up, and I zipped her up.   The material was a soft microfiber.    We got back into the crib and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I awoke, and Allison was gone.    I stepped out of the crib, and she appeared with a  bottle.   Straight coffee this time.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” she said.   “I need a change, and I can’t get this thing unzipped by myself.”    I reached over and unzipped her.    She slid the sleeper off and got up on the table.   I took my cue to clean her up.    She reached under the table and pulled out a disposable diaper with pink bears on it.    I put it on her.

She hopped down and grabbed a pink shirt that said “Baby Girl.”    She asked me if I needed a change and I said I did.   She changed me and gave me a baby blue diaper.   She handed me my shirt from the previous evening to put on.   It was then I realized we matched other than colors.

We went out and had breakfast.   I was helping clean up when the doorbell rang.    Allison yelled, “Come in, it’s open.”      I froze.   Through the door carrying a large item came Rat.

“He looked at me and then Allison and smiled.”   “Hi, Jason.    Hey Allison, I got your high chair done.”    That was what he was carrying.   He took it over and set it next to the table.   “I wanted to bring it by yesterday, but the varnish wasn’t dry.”

“Thanks, Roger,” she said and gave him a peck on the cheek.   “It looks perfect.”

“You want to try it out?” Rat asked.   He pulled the tray away, and Alison hopped into the chair.   Rat replaced the tray.     Just then another person popped in.   A woman. 

“Like my new chair,” Allison called to her.   Rat stood back beaming at his craftsmanship being admired.    I just stood there in my diaper and stupid shirt not sure what was going on.

“You look real cute in it,” the woman said.   She looked at me and smiled.

“Kate, this is my boyfriend, Jason.    You’ve met Roger before.    Jason, this is my next door neighbor, Kate,” Allison made the introduction.

I feigned a polite hello.   Still rather nervous that everybody was looking at us in our juvenile situation.    It didn’t last long.   Kate and Rat made their departures.

“Does everybody know about this?” I asked.

“Not everybody, silly.    But I told you Roger helped me set all this up, and Kate is a good friend.”

I settled down but I another concern hit me.    It was now ten AM, and I realized that I needed to poop.     Maybe it was time to go.   I made this suggestion to Allison.

“Aren’t you having fun?    I thought we could get some more crib time in,” she smiled.

“I’d like that, but,” I trailed off.   Finally, I worked my way up to it.  “I gotta poop.”

“Well, go ahead,” she said.   “That’s what diapers are for.”

I knew she was going to say that.    She looked at me for a long second.   “Well?”

I really didn’t want to do this.     “Here, I’ll go first,” she said.   She squatted down slightly and strained.   She reached back and patted her rear.    “All done!” she said.   “Your turn.”

What could I do?    I tried to relax and then pushed.    Momentarily I felt relief.   The pressure inside me had subsided, but then I felt the mass ballooning inside my diaper.   Yech.     Allison either saw or sensed I had done it.    She came over and pressed her hand hard on the rear of my diaper, further smooshing the poop on me.    “See that wasn’t so hard.   Let’s get changed.”

Rather than the nursery, she took me to the bathroom.     She started the shower going and then slipped down her diaper.    A large mess of brown was in it.   She carefully rolled it up.    I saw much was still on her skin as she stepped into the shower.    “Coming?” she asked.    I likewise removed my diaper and joined her.     We took turns exposing our rears to the spray.   Brown water swirled at our feet, but eventually, things went clear. 

She grabbed a bar of soap and started sudsing up my diaper area.    I reciprocated with her.    We continued to play with the soap until we were pretty much covered in soap.     Our slipper bodies hugged together, and we kissed.    It took me a second to get into position, but I entered her.    We took it to climax.    Afterward, still inside her, I felt a warm trickle that wasn’t the shower.

“Oops,” she saids we pulled apart.   She had peed on me a bit.    We finished rinsing off and got dressed.   She carefully picked up the diapers and took the to the pail in the nursery.   We dried off and she two very large diapers to put on.

“I’m hungry,” she said.   “Let’s get dressed and go out.”