babygirlabby Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 this is my fav. story and as far as I no it is no longer avaible on the web the site I found it is no longer up and had no auther so Mind Mistress who ever you are thank you if any one has any objections to this being posted let me know and there is a part 2 that is even better if I get enough possitive feed back I will post it also enjoy I did Shelagh - The Mind Mistress It wasn't until 1979 that I really had a chance to re-experience the joys of actually becoming a baby, and feeling and acting like a "real baby", due to hypnosis. I early '79 I was working in New York, and came across an ad for a dominatrix named Shelagh. I'd heard about her from some friends in England, and in the mid-West, but never really seen her. Since I had finished my contract with the bank, and had lots of cash in the bank to last me to my next contract in 6 months, I figured what the heck, and decided to take off and move to upper New York state, near where she was working from. I had a friend who had a spare bedroom in his apartment and knew about my baby fetish. He was a TV and didn't dissapprove, but his girlfriend thought it was strange I'd want to wear diapers and be treated like a baby. One Friday evening, a friend and I were invited to a private club, in upper NY, which was usually pretty wild, and featured some unusual entertainment. I'd heard Shelagh was to be there with a couple of her "love slaves". Her billing claimed she used hypnosis to turn them into mindless, helpless slaves, bent to her will. With my experience, I knew this to be so much bunk, but was curious. Sean and I were invited by his girlfriend, and I had a blind date, who didn't show up. [Maybe she wasn't that blind, eh.] After a few wild strips, and a disgusting act, Shelagh was announced. She came on and explained that she was a hypnotist, and what hypnosis was about, then asked for volunteers. This was a small, exlusive club, so there were only about 65 of us in the room, but eventually, she got 15 people on stage, 11 men and 4 women. After about 15 minutes, she let all but 5 men and 2 women leave the stage, then spoke to the remaining 7 for a few minutes. After a bit, she began having her subjects perfrom for her and the audience, and I could tell 2 of the men and 1 woman were excellent hypnotic subjects, by the way they accepted her suggestions and carried them out. Finally, the finale had the two women giving each of the guys a blowjob, with one guy being told to hold off until Shelagh said "Come and get it", which he did to the frustration of the women. Then he had the guy eat each of the women until they were multiorgasmic, due to her suggestions, and just kept coming like there was no more tomorrow, and with each orgasm they became more and more willing to do Shelagh's bidding. After a while she told the 3 to sleep, and they did, then she had two guys come out of the audience in response to her command. I could tell they had been hypnotized by her before by their responses to her suggestions, and soon, she had 5 highly hypnotizable people on stage in deep hypnosis. She ran the gamut, having the 3 guys in a daisy chain, then the 3 girls, then all 5, and finally all 5 sat on the stage and diddled themself to mind bending climaxes, with each climax putting them further under her hypnotic control. As they were coming, she began saying: "look at you, you're all bad boys and girls playing with yourselves like that. In fact I think you're all just greedy little babies, looking only for pleasure. Let's get you dressed more appropriately, as the babies you are." With that, her assistant diapered all 5, putting baby dresses on the 2 girls and 1 of the guys, and diaper tops on the other 2 guys. Shelagh explained that as they drained their bottles, they would regress to act and feel like babies again, and would use their diapers, cry, and generally act like little babies. The diapers had been soaked in Litmus so that when they wet, it would change color, and we could see them wetting like babies. Sure enough, in about 15 minutes 3 of them had wet their diapers, and we could see the soft yellow staining from the Litmus and urine. She had all 5 play around on the stage like babies for about 1/2 an hour, then sent them all back into the audience feeling and acting like 2 to 3 year olds, still in fresh diapers. Whenever one of them wet, they would start crying until their mate or whoever they were with changed them, gave them another bottle of water or juice and settled them down. It was quite hilarious. At the end of the show, I went backstage to see and talk to her, and heard her say "Thanks for coming tonite. You guys were great. Here's the $50.00 I promised. It should keep you in diapers 'til next week." So, I figured, "She's using shills or plants. What a fake." The next night, I was invited back by the girl who'd stood me up. Sure enough, the two guys were in the audience and came up on stage on cue. This night she only had one girl in diapers, but the act was pretty much the same. I started yelling, "Fake. These guys are plants. They're just acting." Shelagh handled it quite well, explaining, yes they'd been here last night, and with her in other shows, but they were just good subjects. She often would ask local people she'd worked with before to come to a show, in case no one in the audience was willing to come up, or those that were were not good subjects for a "really good show". The audience was appeased, but I wasn't. I went backstage after the show, and she nearly took my head off. "Who the hell are you you little shit. Trying to ruin my show like that. I oughtta get you up there in diapers." I explained who I was, and why I'd said what I had, and explained my experience professionally with hypnosis and parapsychology. We left and had a few drinks after [my date went with a girlfriend. She wasn't blind afterall]. She told me she'd been trained in europe and had university and post-graduate study in parapsychology, specializing in hypnotherapy, hypnosis research and some "brain-washing" studies sponsored by her government. When the communists started taking control in her country, she decide to get out and wound up in the states. The states wouldn't recognize her studies and insisted she take additional courses to practise in the USA, so she decided to go professional as a stage hypnotist. She also began practising as a dominatrix to support herself between shows, and to pay for some of the courses she wanted to take. She used hypnosis to enhance her subjects fantasies and domination sessions. The two fellows I'd seen were both domination subjects as well as excellent hypnotic subjects, which was why she used them in her act. They were both very submissive, and liked wearing diapers, so it was easy to get them in diapers on stage, and have them act like babies. I still figured she was a charlattan, and foolishly told her so. [i knew I shouldn't have had that last rye.] She issued a challenge. Move in with her for 10 days and let her hypnotize me and see if she could get me into diapers and using diapers like a baby. If not, then I'd have 10 days to work on her. It'd let us test our techniques and see who was best. I agreed. When I told my friend, he said "Are you nuts. She'll have you up on stage next week, crawling around like those other guys in pissy diapers. She's no fake Mike. She did me one night and had me blowing 3 guys on stage, then the guy next to me at the table, and I'm not gay, I just like to wear women's clothes. Nonetheless, I'd accepted the challenge, and wasn't about to back down. Besides, I figured my experience with hypnosis, and especially my military training would easily protect me, and then I'd have my turn at her. The Contest Begins: When I arrived at her home, I was quite impressed. It had a spacious living room. Three large bedrooms, one of which was made up like a nursery, the other was I guess her "dungeon" from the straps and mirrors and stuff, and the other a regular bedroom. She said there was a fourth bedroom, that was hers in the rear. She also had an impressive den, with hundreds of books on hypnosis and books on various sexual practises mostly related to punishment or domination type things. We had lunch and agreed we'd have two sessions per day during the week and three on the weekend. Once I wet my bed, I had to start wearing diapers at bedtime. When [i said "if" ] I wet my pants, I had to start wearing diapers during the day. If I wet my bed more than 3 nights in a row, and my pants or day diapers for more than 3 days, she would have won. We had the first session that afternoon, and another that evening. During the fifth session, I wet my pants during the session, but that didn't count. That night, Wednesday, I wet my bed about 2:00 am., and had to change the sheets. I woke up Thursday morning just as I started to wet my bed again, and was so groggy I couldn't stop. As I carried my wet bedding to the laundry Shelagh said "I guess it's night diapers for you from now on, pissy pants." I said something smart like "One night doesn't make me a baby. Let's face it we had a few drinks last night, and I guess I forgot to go to the bathroom before I went to bed." That afternoon, we went shopping a huge mall for her to get some stuff she said she'd need for her upcoming shows next month. She also picked up a huge parcel from some place in Massachusets. It was very bulky, but didn't weigh all that much as I carried it out for her. On the way home, we got horribly caught in traffic, and I had to pee something fierce. The two coffees and beer were really making themself felt. I asked her to pull over, but she said "Come on, we're less than 10 minutes from our exit and then just 5 minutes to home. Surely you can wait that long. Most 3 year olds could go 15 minutes." I foolishly agreed. As we turned off the ramp, I couldn't hold it. I flooded my pants, the seat and left a puddle on the floor. Shelagh was so mad, she stopped the car 4 blocks from the house and made me walk home in my wet khaki pants. Friday morning, I woke up dry, thinking "Aha, that means we start counting over for the 3 nights, and she's only got one more week to go." That afternoon, we were fooling around, and she started tickling me on the stomach, and I wet my pants before I made it to the bathroom. Shelagh said "That's it. You pissed your pants in my car, and now you're pissing on my expensive carpet. It's into day diapers for you now." I started to argue, but she said something and I decided "What the hell. Both times I'd wet my pants, any grown man would have done the same. On the freeway, you can't just get out and she had had me pinned and tickling me." Finally, the morning of the 11th day, I woke up just as I was wetting my diapers. I must have really had to go, because by the time I was fully awake, they were soaked. "Ah well" I figured. That's only two nights and two daytime accidents in the 10 days. Now it's my turn to turn Shelagh into my little slave for a while. I already knew how I'd handle her, and 10 days was lots of time for my revenge. By the end of her training, she'd be calling every man she met "Sir" or "Master" and wetting herself helplessly as she'd planned for me. As I carried my bedding and wet diapers to the laundry, she said "My, my. Wet the bed again, did we. What a pissy pants you've become." I said "May be last night, but that's still not every night and all day, like we agreed. Now it's my turn, and you'll learn a little more respect for men." "We'll see." was all she said. After a good hearty breakfast, we settled in the living room to discuss the past 10 days. She asked what I planned, since I seemed to think I'd won, and after I told her she said "So you think you can make me a little, pissy baby like you, AND a submissive little girl to men do you. !! You really think you won the bet don't you ?? Well pissypants, just try and remember the past 10 days now !!!" All of a sudden, it was like someone had turned on a light in a dark room. The events of the past ten days came back crystal clear. I'd wet my bed the third night, and wet my pants the next day. But not only that, I'd wet my bed [or my night diapers I should say] every night thereafter. And I'd wet my pants regularly since the first time, until I accepted being put in diapers the fifth day. In fact, the fifth day I'd messed in my diaper after lunch, and started doing it regularly after breakfast or lunch each day since then, and had had to have a messy diaper changed the last 3 nights. Shelagh had removed the messy diaper liner last night after I messed myself, but put the rest of the wet diapers back on me, so that when I woke up in the morning I'd be soaked. She had been changing me at least once a night since the fifth night, I was wetting so heavily. In fact, she had started changing me around 7:30 am, and telling me to sleep while she changed me and for about 15 minutes, so I would think I was waking up dry, even though I'd been wetting like a little baby all night. In just 5 days she'd had me wetting AND messing like a baby. I was mortified, and actually started to cry. I couldn't believe it. With all my knowledge and training, I'd still submitted completely to her and become completely incontinent as a baby. She explained later, that not only had she been well trained in europe, she'd continued to study in the states at 2 universities, despite her inability to get accredited here as a practitioner. At one of the universities her professor asked her to take some special tests, and as she'd suspected for a while she also had some telepathic abilities. She couldn't really read minds or transmit thoughts, but she could project "mind pictures" to her hypnotized subjects, and often could get mind pictures back from them when they were under hypnosis. Oddly, this is not a strange phenomenom. I've read about it in many intelligence articles, and studies and seen it myself in europe. Usually, it is women who have this ability, but some men can develop it if they are aware of it. Kind of gives a new meaning to the phrase "woman's intuition" doesn't it. After the third or fourth "session" she had been receiving pictures of what I was trying to do to block her suggestions, and then planned to turn this against me, by projecting them back to me, so I would subconsciously begin following her verbal suggestions. During the first session where she tried this, she was amazed at how quickly I entered a deep trance state, and then began accepting her suggestions readily. She told me to stop trying to resist and allow both her images and words to take full effect as quickly as possible. That night, I wet the bed, and the next day my pants. She knew she had me hooked. She said it only took two more sessions for me to completely give up voluntary control of my bladder and bowels, as she sent me pictures of myself taking all my control and handing them to her completely, then saw her throw them away. She'd also given me suggestions to forget the session and incidents about wetting or messing my pants and diapers until she said "Well pissypants.". As I remembered this session, I did remember the scenario, and remember thinking "Now I have no control at all. Even Shelagh threw it away. Now I have to wear diapers because I have no more control than a new baby" and as I wet my diaper it confirmed that I was helpless to stop myself from now on. At the same instant I was remembering this, I felt a warm wetness spreading thru my crotch and realized I was wetting my pants. In my smugness, I'd put on my regular underwear, not realizing I was dependent on diapers for protection now. Shelagh said "You little twerp, I forgot I'd blocked your memory of what happened 'til this morning. For Christ's sake get up and put on a diaper like the baby you've become." I did as instructed, and came back with my diaper and plastic pants on under my jeans. Shelagh told me to remove my jeans, and let her see me in my cute new "underwear". I didn't want her to see me in just a diaper, but as she insisted and started talking sternly to me. I found myself standing up, pulling off my jeans, and sitting crosslegged on the floor on a waterproof pad in just a diaper, plastic pants and polo shirt. She said "Get used to it sweetie. A lot more women are going to see what a pissy pants baby you've become, when they have to change your wet or messy diapers." Shelagh and I talked for a while longer, and she explained exactly how she'd managed to render me the way I was. She said that once she figured out what I was up to, and corrected my foolish efforts, she was surprised to learn I usually entered at a level 5 trance state, then quickly seemed to progress to a level 6. Without getting too technical, this meant I entered at a very deep level of hypnosis, one where I would readily accept hypnotic and posthypnotic suggestions, and then went even deeper into an almost zombie like state, where I believed and agreed to almost anything Shelagh said or told me. While I wouldn't go out and commit an axe murder or something, or something completely against my deeply held beliefs, my self image, awareness of who I was and what I was, was completely vulnerable to her manipulation, and even my belief structure was subject to being altered with repetition. These are the techniques used in "brainwashing" or reprogramming, something I'd had quite a lot of experience with, and thought I'd been trained to easily resist. I knew I was high on the hypnotizability scale, from past experience, but was a little surprised at her estimate. As we talked, Shelagh said she needed a research assistant and someone to handle her bookings and appointments for her, especially since she was becoming more in demand for "private" parties and such. She was still going to take the next two or three weeks off, to catch up, but would have to return to her shows soon. Since I was between jobs, why didn't I take the job, and I could move in with her to work out of her home. "Who knows, we may be able to really let you live out your fantasies. I know about your 'hidden' little secret to really be a big baby sometime. I could certainly help you there." As she said this, I remembered how we'd talked one night after a session, and I'd openly admitted my baby desires to her. Other than a very few close friends, most of whom were also adult babies, or involved with us, I'd never told anyone about my hidden desire. I hadn't even told Shelagh about it when we met or were talking about some of her subjects the first night. We continued to talk, and as she made her points, I was more than convinced we could really have fun together. I would handle her bookings for "slave sessions", and could watch if I chose to, and her professional stage bookings. I would travel with her when we were out of town. At other times, I could use her library to help her complete her research to get into her PhD. program, and use whatever research I wanted for myself. She'd also buy a good computer for me to "play" with and do any research via modem I wanted, and let me write the stories and articles I'd told her about during a couple of longer sessions. If I wanted to stay in diapers, that was fine with her, and she'd change me sometimes. She didn't want to be a mommy, but didn't mind babying me some of the time. If I wanted she said she had a young girl subject [about 23 or 24] who would be my babysitter or nanny under Shelagh's control, and lived just down the street. Shelagh had thought of getting her as her assistant, but the girl wasn't skilled or strong enough in personality for some of the work. She said the only "quirky" part was, I'd have to dress as a girl when greeting her subjects, since many of them would be scared off by a man being present during their discipline sessions unless they thought I was one of her slaves. I didn't like this idea at all, but she said it would only be for no more than 2 hours a day [she only did 2 sessions a day, and was going to cut back as her stage act was getting more bookings] to greet the subject, then I was free for 2 hours, until I had to let them out, and meet the next one. When she mentioned not only would she cover all expenses, including my phone bill for the modem work, she would also pay me $24,000.00 for the 6 months, I figured I had to be crazy. That's more than I usually got for a computer or security contract and I had to pay all my expenses at that. She said we would try for 6 months, then renew every 6 months, with a slight salary raise if I wanted. I greedily agreed. Someday, I'll learn greed will get you in a LOT of trouble. That weekend, I grabbed my stuff from my friend's, told him what I was up to and got ready to move in to Shelagh's. My friend said I was nuts, she'd have me using diapers all the time, and acting like a helpless infant in weeks to amuse her kinky friends, but I assured him I knew what I was doing, and that we had a "business" relationship. His girlfriend said "It'll serve him right. You know he's almost ruined the mattress here in the last 2 nights, with wetting the bed." Since I hadn't been wakened to change, I had indeed soaked the bed. I gave her $500.00 to shut her up and buy a new mattress. A New Life: In total, I spent just over 3 years with Shelagh, working as her secretary, and very often as one of her "shills". I got to do a lot of research for myself, and for her, and really hone up my micro computer skills, since most of my experience was on big mainframes and mini-computers. When I moved in with my meager possessions, a fair size micro computer, about 6 cloth diapers, my sleepers and playsuit and collection of Playpen, DPF newsletters and Amber E. books, Shelagh showed me my new room. She'd set up the "Nursery" for me, with a table/desk for my computer and printer, a pretty good stereo with tape deck and a few things I didn't recognize. There was of course the ususal crib, a shelf type layette, and small low level wardrobe, all decorated with baby decals, and a strange low bed like table, she said was the changing table. It was low to allow a big baby to get on it, since most were too heavy to lift. She explained the 2 things I didn't recognize were a "light disk" and the mirror like thing over the crib was actually a mirror, when the lights were on, and a projection screen in the dark. That way I could see myself in the mirror in the light, and watch videos or movies in the dark. Neat, thought I. I would learn later its real purpose. By the time I was all settled, it was near dinner, and we had a nice leisurely dinner and just chatted. Shelagh detailed what we had to get done in the next few weeks for her upcoming shows out of town, and to set up her bookings for clients. She showed me her filing system, library setup, where to get the contact lists and how to verify a client was actually for real, and what needed to be set up prior to his/her arrival. Many of her clients were just there to be strapped or whipped, but an equal number were coming to be humiliated or degraded in some pretty strange ways. About 12 would come to be treated like little boys of 5 or 6 years of age, and made to wet their pants, then be humiliated and shamed by their "accidents". Once properly chastened, they'd be sent home to their strong mommies, usually wearing a diaper with their wet pants over the diaper. From what I saw initially, there were only 5 babies, who came as little boys, were shown they were only babies, and sent home to mommy realizing they were only babies. Hypnosis played a large part in this subjugation and the humiliation role playing. The subjects humiliation at wetting their pants, being made to wear a diaper or to act like a baby was greatly enhanced by hypnosis, and kept them coming back for more. Finally, as the evening drew to a close, Shelagh asked me "What about you, do you want to stay in diapers, or be babied or how do you want to release the stress of a long day." I thought about it for a bit, then said "You already know I like playing baby, and like wearing and wetting diapers. I'd like to stay in diapers as long as it's alright with you. As to the baby part, you said you didn't want to take care of a big baby or really change diapers." She replied "I figured you'd want to stay in diapers, that's why I didn't start you on the road to regaining control. Within a few more days, you will be wetting and messing as helplessly as a newborn baby. As long as you wear protective panties or plastic pants it's fine with me. Just don't soil the furniture or rugs, and keep you diaper pail laundry washed as regularly as possible. If you want or need, my daytime housecleaner can do you laundry, I'll just pay her a bit more. After all she's used to some strange laundry from my clients. As to the babying, I've never had children, and certainly don't change my pissy clients diapers or pants, but with us it's different. If you decide to become a real baby with me, I'll help you with my skills, and be your mommy if needed. But you'd better realize, I'm a stern mommy, and won't tolerate bad babies or spoiled brats. Deal." This was sounding too good to be true. It was. For the next two weeks, everything was like a blur. I was always busy, booking appointments, ensuring things were ready for her upcoming shows, and getting some of the research done that she needed for the fall. I was surprised at the extent and currency of her library, and with the modem setup and access priviliges she somehow had to many of the libraries around the country, it was easy to get information that was only a month or less old on new hypnotic phenomena, study or opinion. Finally, everything was done, the schedule was complete, I knew the daily routines, and her private appointments were finished for a few weeks until she got back from her road shows. Towards the end of the third week, I was just finishing collating the research I'd got by modem and from the libraries, but found I was getting killer headaches towards the end of the day or early evening. By 9:30 or so they were sending me to bed to spend a sleepless night tossing and turning and waking up feeling almost as bad as when I went to bed. Finally, Friday nite, I gave up around 10:00 and said goodnight. About 11:00, Shelagh came in and said "You still awake. I noticed you haven't been sleeping well, and frankly you look like hell." I told her what was wrong, and she said "You're just overtired, and have been working too hard. You're so intense, you throw yourself into everything too much. I'll be right back." In about 5 minutes, I heard the cassette deck open and snap shut, and something behind me click open or shut. Shelagh dimmed the lights and said "I'm going to put on some mood music for you to help you relax, and a video tape of some nice ocean and seaside scenes. These should help relax you and put you in a better frame of mind, so you feel better tomorrow. The next time, tell me, and we can stop this silly macho nonsense. Sometimes you men are such little boys with all your posturing. When it hurts tell mommy and she can kiss it better. Alright !!" She turned on the light disk and cassette tape and left me listening to the sounds of ocean breezes and waves gently lapping the seaside, then some soft almost lullabye like music. As the lights pulsed on and off, I did start to feel better, and soon my headache was gone. Then I could see the first few frames of the video cassette on the ceiling screen. The movie had lots of little kids frolicking in the sea surf, and playing in a park, and I envied them their freedom and their carefree fun. I wanted to be like them. A few toddlers wet their pants, and their mommies changed them or put nice, soft white, fresh diapers on them and sent them back to play. As they were being changed, I wanted to be them, lying there while mommy cleaned me up and pinned fresh, soft diapers on me and told me what a good baby I was, and gave me a bottle to drink so I could wet again. That was what heaven was. Drinking, wetting and being changed to drink and wet and be changed again. I had the "best" nights sleep I've had in a long time, but when I woke up the next morning, I felt really strange. I was soaking wet, but instead of feeling the pleasant warmth of the wet diaper, I felt agitated and afraid of something. Just then "something" knocked on the door. I tried to pull my blankets up over me to cover myself, but even they were wet. Shelagh, said "Whew, it smells like an outhouse in here. Haven't you emptied your diaper pail in the last few days ??" When I spoke, more surprises "Yes mommy, it's all clean." instead of "Of course, I just did the laundry yesterday evening.", and I sounded like a little kid, not a grown man. Shelagh got cross then, and said "Well then, you must have wet the bed again. Is that what happened ? I thought you wanted to be a big boy and try and stay dry at night. I didn't hear you call me to go potty. Did you just pee your didees like a little baby ?? Pull down the blankets and let me see." Shamefuly I showed mommy the wet bed and my soaking diapers. I felt like a naughty little boy who'd wet his bed at night. Mommy said "Oh Mikey. Instead of growing up, you're turning into more of a baby. You're wetting like you did when you were a little, tiny baby, not just having little accidents like a grown boy. I'm going to have to put you back in thick, more absorbent night diapers like when you were a baby, and if you wet your pants again today, it's day diapers for you young man. Even when you go to school. Go get washed up, and leave your pissy diapers and bedding in the diaper pail for Sharon [our housekeeper] to wash. You know she's getting tired of you wetting your bed like a baby. She says I should just keep you in diapers like the baby you seem to be." After my bath, mommy had laid out training pants, shorts and a T shirt for me, and I went ot breakfast. I really felt strange. Part of me felt "grown up", but for the most part I felt like a little boy of 5 or 6, and had trouble opening the cereal and spilled my juice, making mommy say I should have had a bottle. Mommy and I went shopping for some new things she needed, and some new clothes for me at a special store. I didn't like the clothes at all, they were like babies wear, with snaps and bib fronts, and some of the pants had plastic or rubber inside. I started to kick up a fuss about them being for little babies, when all of a sudden I had to go pee. Just as I started to say "I have to pee-pee !" I realized I already was. I was standing there in front of the two ladies and mommy and wetting my pants. The ladies started to laugh, as mommy got cross. One of them said "I don't think these are any too old for you. Look at you, wetting your pants like a two year old. Maybe we should have been looking at little newborn sleepers, and playsuits for you with snaps in the crotch so mommy can change your wet little diapers." With that, mommy said "I warned you. Once we get you home, it's back into daytime diapers for you until you can stay dry for one whole week. I just wish I'd brought some with me to change you now !!" The lady said "No need to wait Shelagh, we have those special diapers I told you about 3 weeks ago in now, and I know we have his size. You remember the thick, extra absorbent, puffy ones that really make it obvious he's diapered. We also have the special overpants that should fit him. He can be changed in the fitting room." I started to protest, but got a picture of the severe spanking I'd get, and followed the lady and mommy into the back room. I started to cry when I saw the diapers, and the lady just put a soother in my mouth, and said "Oh stop your baby crying. You're acting just like a 1 year old. Now lie down and let me change your pissy pants." The diaper looked huge, yet fit snugly as she pinned it on. The overpants fit tightly, but not too tighly, over the diaper, and I heard some clicking as she finished and told me to stand up and look in the mirror. What I saw set me to crying again. The diapers were indeed huge, but mostly from the bulk around the front, crotch and seat, and when I tried to pull off the pants to take it off, they would't loosen. The diapers had pictures of baby toys, bottles and diaper pins on them, and the words 'Baby Pissy Pants' and 'Wet One' on them. Shelagh started to laugh. "There's no mistaking what he's wearing, but what can he wear over it ?" The lady, said "Any of our baby designs have lots of room in the seat and crotch to accomodate up to two of these special diapers. Try the little bibbed shorts set on him. He'll look darling." I started to protest again, but then found myself sleepily sucking my soother, and lying compliantly on the change table. In acouple of minutes I was told to stand up and look in the mirror again. This time I saw a little boy of 5 or 6, dressed like a one to two year old, sucking a soother, with very obvious, very puffy diapers under the cute, little playsuit, with a big applique of a teddy bear in diapers, and the words Big Baby embroidered on the front. Shelagh said "Ill take a dozen of the puffies for him, and two dozen in the 3 sizes for my other clients. Also give me 6 pairs of the overpant for him, and about 6 of them for my special clients. I'll also take a full baby and infant wardrobe for Mikey. I think he'll need it real soon. You know where to send it. Come on Mikey, we have a couple more stops to make before we go home for your nap, and now that you're properly diapered I don't have to worry about you pissing in the car. They'll hold him won't they ??" The lady said "Oh yeah !! Each diaper will hold about 3 quarts of liquid when new, and even more after they're washed and fluff up a bit more. He could go all day and night in one of those. That's what we made them for. The big babies whose mommies want them to experience a little diaper rash after 24 hours in a wet diaper. And of course the locking overpants can only be removed by the mommy with the key. The fabric can't be cut with a knife or scissors, and the waist and legs have high tensile reinforcement to keep them from trying to open the pants there." As we were walking to the car, with me carrying the new diaper bag we'd just bought, with 3 of the diapers and another pair of pants, a little girl we passed said "Mommy, that man is dressed like a baby. Look he's wearing a playsuit just like Timmy does, and diapers." I was so embarassed, I almost started to cry. As we were driving to our next stop, I had to go pee, and asked mommy to stop so I could use the toilet. Mommy said "Oh no you don't young man. You will wear only diapers until Monday morning, and will use your diapers only to go to the bathroom. That includes pee pee and poo. By monday you should know what it's like to wear diapers like a baby, and use them like a baby. And only Sharon or I will be able to change your diapers, so you'll have to ask us nicely, VERY nicely, to change you when you're wet or messy. Maybe then you'll be ready to grow up and stay dry like a big boy. If not, the next week when you start school, you'll go to school in diapers like a baby. I'm sure the other boys and girls will get a good laugh out of a grown 6 year old boy in diapers." "Until next monday, I thought. That's 5 whole days in diapers, being treated like a baby. And having to ask mommy or Sharon to change me. " I started to protest that I wasn't a baby, and this wasn't fair, when I felt my bladder emptying into the diaper. It felt strange. Warm, wet, kind of soothing, yet at the same time I felt really embarassed at the situation of being a big boy, and wetting myself in diapers like a baby. I started to cry, and when mommy asked what was wrong, I told her. She started to laugh "My my, only 20 minutes since we changed you. My goodness you're wetting like a newborn. Well Sandra said they'd hold 3 quarts, so you should be Ok 'til we get home. Enjoy the next little while in pissy diapers, Pee Pants." As I sat there brooding, we pulled into a small shopping plaza, with a bunch of specialty stores. Mommy took me struggling into a store called "New Born", which obviously was a baby store, from the furniture and items they had in stock. Mommy told me to go play with the other boys and girls in the play area, and when I started to protest, said something to me, and I felt little and younger still, and wanted to play with the pretty toys, and blocks and went eagerly to play with all the other toddlers. As mommy was talking to the lady in the store, some of the other mommies came over and said things like "What a neat idea, a big baby mascot. Don't you feel silly dressed like that, and it looks like you're even wearing big diapers." I responded "No, me pay. Like toys" or such. They looked strangely at me but left me playing with the other toddlers, until mommy called me to get my parcels and help her carry them to the car. We had bottles, feeding bowls, some pretty blocks, and a roly poly, and a big teddy bear. And mommy had talked the lady into selling the display props, 3 big rattles, one shaped like a regular rattle, one a ring and one kind of a figure eight shape. As we left, the lady said "You've done a great job with this one. He's so realistic, the way he played with the other toddlers. And from the droopy diaper, he must be wet too." Shelagh said "He is, but he'll wait 'til we get home. After all, he'll have to get used to it." By the time we got home, I had wet my diaper 4 more times, and had messed my diaper after lunch at the big mall. Shelagh was quite upset with me for playing with my food, and spilling the drink on my new suit, and had poured the balance of my orange drink into a baby bottle, which she made me use. When I asked to be changed, she told me to lie down right there on the bench, and she'd change me like a baby. I didn't want other people to see my wet, messy diaper, and finally agreed to wait until we got home later. Sitting in wet, messy diapers on the way home, I was surprised at how 'nice' it felt. Sure it smelled bad, but when I wet, it was all warm and squishy, and I liked the feeling. As we came into the house, Sharon started to laugh. She said "The parcels arrived from Sandra, and I set them into the nursery. I made all the changes you asked for in the nursery, and had Ricky fix up the special items you ordered last week. Phew !! From the smell of things, I think our big boy needs a change. Does Mikey need his didee changed like a little baby. " I was stupid enough to say "I'm no baby. And no you can't change my diaper." Both ladies said "Fine then, you can stay in that one until bedtime." and Shelagh said "And Sharon can and will change your didees. She is your nanny now, and will take care of you as a nanny would take care of any baby. You do as she tells you, or you're in for big trouble young man." By bedtime, the diaper had just about reached capacity. It felt like it weighed a ton. I couldn't believe how much I was wetting. It seemed like every 10 minutes I was wetting my diaper, and I had messed it again after supper. Again at supper, I spilled my milk, and Sharon made me finish it from a baby bottle, lying on a big changing pad on the kitchen floor, while she talked baby talk to me, and gave me another bottle of juice to drink. Around 8:00, Shelagh told Sharon to take me into the big shower room, and change me there so I wouldn't make a mess in the main bathroom or the nursery. She said she'd laid out my bedtime diaper and clothes there for me. Sharon made me lie down on the shower floor, with a baby type bath rest at my back, and undid the special pants with the special key. She then undid the 4 diaper pins, saying things like "My, my what a messy baby you are, and so wet. I think you're going to be in baby diapers for a long time." As she showered me off, and cleaned me up [i was a real mess], she kept talking baby talk to me, and then dried me off with a big fluffy towel. As she laid me down on the changeing pad again, Shelagh came in and said "Remember we need to reinforce him for a few more days." and left. Sharon, began spreading baby lotion all over my diaper area, and said things like "Doesn't that feel good when nanny changes your didee. Mikey likes having his didee changed doesn't he. Mikey wants to make his didees all wet and messy so mommy and nanny can change him all the time." Finally, I was pinned into another thick, puffy diaper, the special pants were pulled on, and then came the "SLEEPERS". Sleepers like babies wear, with snaps in the crotch. Not PJs like I'd worn every night so far, but sleepers for a baby. I started to kick up a fuss, but Sharon said "Now, now, we want to make it easy for nanny to change your didee don't you. Just relax and let nanny get your sleepers on." Compliantly, I lay there while nanny put the baby sleepers on and led me to my nursery for bed. My bed had been replaced by a large crib, and at one side of the room was a large toy box, filled with the toys mommy had bought, and the change table now had my new diapers all laid out, with some of the baby play suits folded on the lower shelf. The room looked more like a little baby nursery than a little boy's room, and I started to kick up a fuss again, until mommy came in and told me to get into my crib, and get to sleep, or I'd get a spanking. Mommy turned on the mobile, and nanny gave me a big bottle of juice, and as I sucked contentedly and watched the pretty lights, I heard soft music again and drifted off to sleep. The next morning I knew mommy and nanny would be very pleased with me. My diapers were really soaked, and I had pooed in them too. Nanny had changed me in the night, but I was still real wet, and warm in my nice thick didees. When mommy and nanny came in they pulled the blankies down off me, and said "Well, well, well !! It looks like we have a real pissy baby here instead of a big boy. Let's get him cleaned up and into some practical clothes before he goes out to play." After my bath, nanny put me in a nice soft yellow play suit with the initials P.P. on them, and helped me get my breakfast. We didn't even bother with a glass this time, I just got one of those big cups with a spout on it. I was wet again, buy nanny said I could wait 'til lunch time for a change, and sent me to play with the other boys and girls in the playroom. There were 3 boys and one girl in the playroom, and they were all younger than me, but they made fun of me saying "Look at Mikey, he's dressed in baby clothes, with snaps on them so mommy can change his didees. I bet Mikey is wearing didees too. Look how bulky his thingie is." The other "boys and girls" were also subjects of Shelagh's who were playing the part of nasty little kids, under her hypnotic guidance, to make me feel more like a little boy being dressed like a baby. None of them had to wear diapers, and when I pooed my diaper, the girl started teasing me telling me I was just a big baby, and should get mommy to change my stinky diapers. When I started to cry, nanny came in and asked what all the fuss was about, and the other kids told her. She insisted on changing me right then and there, and told me to lie down on the changing pad. I didn't want these other little brats to see me being changed, but had to obey nanny or mommy would be very angry. As nanny cleaned me up, and slowly spread baby lotion on me, the others all watched, and taunted "Look at Mikey. His nanny has to change his poopie diaper. Mikey's jsut a baby. " In my attempt to hide myself from the others and squirming around, I ended up making a mess of my playsuit, and nanny got angry and said "Well, I'm not going up to get another playsuit for you. You'll just have to play in your top and diapers until lunch time. Maybe next time you won't kick up such a fuss when you need changing." Of course, you've already probably guessed, there was no way I was ready for toilet training by the end of the week. In fact by Monday, I couldn't stay dry for half an hour. When nanny put my training pants on me with strict instructions to stay dry or else back into diapers 'til I stayed dry for a full week, I wanted desperately to be grown up and stay dry. The other kids were all calling me pissy pants or big baby or other names, and I didn't want to have to wear diapers to school. Nonetheless, I wound up wearing diapers to school, and the teasing got even worse. All the kids in my grade 1 class began calling me baby, and I had to ask the teacher for permission to go to the nurse for a change by saying "Teacher, I have to have my diaper changed.", which got all the kids giggling. A few days the first weeks, I had to spend part of the day sitting in just my diaper and plastic pants while my shorts dried out. [i didn't always wear the puffy, super absorbent diapers to school.] Finally, I started faking sick to avoid school, but mommy and Shelagh caught on, and insisted I would have to go with them then, dressed as a baby in my diapers if I stayed home. I would have to use a bottle and nap like a baby, since I wanted to act like one, and stay home from school. A Little Digression: Just so you're not totally confused, I of course didn't go to "school", but to my hypnotized subconscious I felt like a little boy in grade 1, and believed I was going to school, and eventually working myself up to the point where I would accept Shelagh and Sharon's next part of the plan to have me as their little baby for a while. While my hypnotized mind believed this was happening over several weeks, it was taking less than a week, with each day or week's events being planted in my subconscious while I slept. Back to the Story: After the first couple of days, life seemed to be a lot more fun. Sharon or mommy would wake me up in the morning, give me a nice bottle, and change my wet, messy diaper, then feed me my breakfast in the high chair. Then I got to play until nap time around 10:00, when I got a fresh diaper, and another big bottle of warm milk, or juice. I didn't like all the naps, but always felt happy when I woke up, and ready to play with Sharon, who was becoming my playmate as well as my nanny. As time went on, I kept feeling "different", and soon needed more and more help with things. I couldn't get the buttons on my sailor suit done up, and finally mommy said I'd have to wear the little baby clothes with the snaps for mommy or Sharon to do up for me. I certainly couldn't change my own diapers now, and had to ask Sharon or mommy to be changed no matter where we were, by saying "Mommy didee peepee or didee poopoo", which I was having even more and more trouble saying. Link to comment
D_Rainger Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 Hi babygirlabby, My father always warned me never to let myself be hypnotized. In Mikey's case it seems like things are getting carried away. I agree with you it's a good story, well thought out, well executed. I prefer female regression, but that's just my taste. As far as posting someone else's work, I always want people to ask my permission to use something I have produced. The moment a story is written, it is the author's posession and he owns the copyright. Therefore, technically speaking, you are infringing on the author's legal right to the story. In practice, probably no one will come after you. My own heart of hearts wouldn't allow me to post some else's work without their permission. It may be that others here will think differently. This is just my opinion, -D R Link to comment
babygirlabby Posted October 18, 2007 Author Share Posted October 18, 2007 Yes I agree in most cases and if there was a name behind the story I would have asked but there was not I got the story off of a public site wich was the only place it was posted and this site is no longer up so this story would have disapered and that would be tragic like when the last out of print book is distroyed never to be seen again and I again make no claim this is mine but to the legal aspect like I stated there was no name and you cant copyright somthing without putting your name to your work! Link to comment
babyjennie Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 Dear Abby, while I can see D Rainger's point - and I would certainly not encourage plagiarism of published works - re-publishing a posted tale from a site that has disappeared, just seems like good sense to me. If you can attribute the author, all the better. But if you can't, and you post the story with a disclaimer that you are not the author - as you did - then you have done the right thing, as far as I am concerned. Thanks for posting this old story, and if you post the next part, I think I have another story by the same (unlisted) author I could add, too. Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia Link to comment
Dill_Pickle Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 Abby: I haven't enjoyed a story this much in quite awhile. The professionalism is obvious. The only thing you might tinker with is the double-spacing. An honest attribution such as yours is a perfectly reasonable way to preserve the enjoyment of this story for all. Given the history, the worst that could happen is that someone comes forward as author and requests that you take the story down, but that is doubtful. Thanks, Dill_Pickle Link to comment
D_Rainger Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 Hi babygirlabby, I don't follow your logic. Certainly somebody produced the work you reprinted. Just because a name no longer appears with a work doesn't mean it is in the public domain. Suppose you heard a song and recorded a copy of it. Would you have the right to put that song on a web site because you don't know who the artist is? Perhaps a person is justified in keeping an archive copy of a story for themselves. I can't stop people from copying my stories from this site, but if someone were to reprint one on another site with my name or without it, if I had not given permission, I would be terribly hurt. Here again, you probably won't get into trouble for printing this piece. You probably aren't sure if the site you got it from didn't get it from somewhere else. I want to ask everyone here to rethink their use of other people's material. Let's be kind to one another and do the right thing. -D R Link to comment
jenniebear Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 i have a story that i'd once posted on another website clearly naming myself as author. Then one day a few years later someone from here at DD told me they'd seen this story, its name changed, posted on another website as if it had been written by that websites owner. I was not furious, as i guess i sort of expect stuff like that to happen on the net, so when i'd published it, i'd known there was always that possibility. I did go to the forum on the website however and posted that i was my story and that if it was to be kept up, i expected it to be credited to myself. It was done, though without apology or explanation. I do not frequent that website at all as i just have little respect for someone who would do that. As for the posting of this story, it is clearly stated that babygirlabby did not write this story, however, after my experience i have to wonder if the website it was taken from had permission to post it to begin with since it was not credited to anyone. I appreciate the delema and loss of the story would be a sad one.....i'm curious to see if there are any other responses.... Link to comment
Latexman Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 Dear Abby, Thank you so much for re-posting this story! Since hypnosis, dominant female hypnotists and hypnotically-induced regression/incontinence is one of my major fetishes, i really have always loved this story! In fact, i admit to being pretty darn envious of Mike/Mikey! As to the posting of it, i'd like to point out that this story has been circulating around the Internet for AT LEAST ten years that i can remember. i've seen it on many different websites, and have never seen anything by someone claiming credit for having written it or having contributed to its production. Although this is not a legal opinion, i would think that it has fallen into the public domain by its frequent appearance in so many places with no apparent effort by the author to speak up. Secondly, you've made it clear that it is not your work, but that you are posting it here because it is a great story that you want to share. Clearly, you're not trying to make people think you wrote it, and you are not benefitting from its re-posting in any way. i think you have done this well, and appreciate you keeping this marvelous story "on the front burner" for those of us who love it! Best sleepy and soggy wishes, Latexman Link to comment
Kal-El Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 Oh the subject of reposting. I personally wouldn't mind at all if someone reposted on another website, because frankly I don't always want to take the time to post it someone. Now if someone sold it for money, then I would have a problem with it. But I wrote it and let people read it for free, and as long as it remains free, thats fine with me. Link to comment
babygirlabby Posted October 19, 2007 Author Share Posted October 19, 2007 HI D R Using your logic if I where to video tape my self singing I don't know lets say thunder struck by AC/DC via kareoke and posted it online that I would be infringing on that artists rights? I think not and here is why I am not stating that this song is mine nor am I making a profit off of it! Now as far as the story goes I have searched for a author for this story and can find none! As far as I know there is currently no other posting of this story on the web and so it is not that I took the story and chose not to name the authors name. Is it possible that the site I got the story off of did this yes I guess it is! Now again as far as copyright this piece of work is nameless and as far as I can tell unpublished and so if the auther did not write it to make a buck hence has lost no profit from this posting has seen no claim that it was written by some one else and that the the one who has posted this has made this clear and given them complements on there work! well I guess if I where the author and I stumbled apon this I would be delighted by this that someone liked my work so much!!! I guess to sum up my ramblings have you seen the monalisa or maby you like something by Da Vinici or in school did you teacher ever hand you a photo copy of a poem or maybe a test photo copied from a text book? I can say yes I have seen pictures of mona lisa as well as a few works from DaVinici but not the real paintings and I can also state my teachers have been guilty of both of the above mentioned misdeeds but I don't think any of the people who created these works would be upset that my life has been enriched by them! but by a reproduction of there work and not the orignal but just the oppositethat they would be thrilled that they have touched so many people in a positive light! And so D R ponder this you and the creator of this amaising site DD both die in a plain crash so the website goes down and you works you wrote to share will vanish for ever never to bee seen again!!! but waite someone like me finds this story in a archive but you name is no longer with it! Would you? A. rather have it left never to be seen again because the person who is going to lay no claim to it would be infringing on your rights by posting it nameless or B. have someone post your work stating that you the author's name could not be found and that it was not the poster work but thought the author would want there work to continue on! are you writing for the glory of it or are you writing because you have as story you will think other people enjoy as much as you that you want to share Link to comment
canadianbaby Posted September 3, 2011 Share Posted September 3, 2011 This story has me wet in more than one way Link to comment
mblues Posted June 9, 2013 Share Posted June 9, 2013 This story was on of the first I ever encountered that blew me away completely. I could not believe such a perfect story existed. I originally got it something like 20 years ago off of an ab IRC channel bot that had an archive of stories. I do not know who the original author is, and I was not involved in posting it anywhere. Link to comment
mblues Posted June 9, 2013 Share Posted June 9, 2013 I should add that I believe it was written by Mikey, who used to have a mail order business called I think BBW, Big Baby World. Link to comment
Waddles Posted June 9, 2013 Share Posted June 9, 2013 Hi babygirlabby, My father always warned me never to let myself be hypnotized. In Mikey's case it seems like things are getting carried away. I agree with you it's a good story, well thought out, well executed. I prefer female regression, but that's just my taste. As far as posting someone else's work, I always want people to ask my permission to use something I have produced. The moment a story is written, it is the author's posession and he owns the copyright. Therefore, technically speaking, you are infringing on the author's legal right to the story. In practice, probably no one will come after you. My own heart of hearts wouldn't allow me to post some else's work without their permission. It may be that others here will think differently. This is just my opinion, -D R D R- Link to comment
premiepeter Posted November 8, 2016 Share Posted November 8, 2016 Not sure how all the confusion came about, but this story was written by Mikey of BBW (Big Baby World) almost 20 years ago. It was indeed COPYRIGHTED by BBW along with the magazines, newsletters and other novels and short story collections Mikey published. I don't think he'd want it pulled down or removed, but he certainly deserves credit for the story and his efforts. Link to comment
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