Brian could not understand how he had managed it! After months of
talking, he had finally conned his wife into playing baby games with
him. He lay on the floor listening to her cooing softly to him; "The
time for playing games is over, Brian. I've made your fantasy come true.
You've been changed into a real baby - you'll be my baby boy forever and
ever. You know I've always wanted a baby. I was so sad when I found out
we couldn' t have one. You should have told me before we got married
that you were sterile. Since you can't father a baby, you'll take the
place of the baby you should have given me," she teased. "You'll be my
baby instead, so I'll have my wish too!"
Brian smiled at the thought of being her baby. Somehow just saying it
had made it seem true. "Cathy's the perfect mommy for me," he thought as
he recalled the events of the past ten hours. She had diapered him
before going to bed and held him while he suckled her teats like a baby.
He had fallen asleep in her arms, his face nestled between her ample
breasts. When he awoke in the morning, she had given him warm cocoa in a
baby bottle and let him lie on the rug. He was surprised at the slightly
bitter taste of the cocoa, he supposed that she had put in too much
cocoa powder when she made it. Still, the sweet chocolatey mixture
tasted good and the mildly cloying flavor brought back pleasant
childhood memories. He sucked on his bottle and watched morning cartoons
on tv while she sat on the couch and knitted. When he told her he needed
to pee, she told him to go ahead and use his diapers. He relaxed and let
himself dribble a little into his diaper. All at once, his control
vanished and he found himself soaking his diaper like a toddler.
Brian lay on his back and reveled in the feelings his warm diaper gave
him. He felt the wetness spread over the front of his diaper and creep
down between his legs, soaking his bottom. He seemed to pee endlessly.
He couldn't have stopped even if he had wanted to. He imagined this was
exactly how a baby felt while wetting. The flow of urine diminished
rapidly and need to pee was replaced by another, more demanding physical
urge. He glanced down at his diaper and saw a huge bulge growing in the
front of his diaper. He had gotten an enormous erection. The warm, wet
fabric caressed his bottom and penis lovingly as he rocked his bottom
against the squishy mass. Brian crooned softly to himself in sexual
euphoria. His low moan of ecstasy captured Cathy's attention and brought
her quickly to his side.
She picked up the bottle which he had dropped forgotten to the carpet
and had begun slowly dripping cocoa on the rug. She looked down at her
helpless husband, slipped three fingers beneath the top of his diaper
and smiled strangely, then began to change his diaper. When she
unsnapped his plastic incontinent pants and unfastened his diaper, he
moaned again in unbridled pleasure. Waves of ecstasy washed over him. He
was dizzy with delight. The room seemed to telescope in and out around
him. He had never been this horny before. His time sense speeded up and
slowed down in cycles. One moment she seemed to be in slow motion, then
the next moment her hands flitted about like a hummingbird's wings. She
stroked the end of his penis lightly with the tips of her fingers before
removing his sopping diaper.
"Oh Mommy.....Mommy..," he murmured in response to her touch. The room
started to spin around him and he lay back on the rug abandoning himself
completely to his passions. It was a dream come true! This was THE
experience, a magical/mystical journey beyond his wildest imaginings!
This was transcendental! His back arched in a spasm of pleasure that
made every muscle in his body quiver with strain. Brian climaxed,
spurting cum from his turgid penis as she deftly caught it in his wet
diaper. The orgasm seemed to last an eternity; he emptied himself into
the moist diaper cupped around his balls and penis. He felt like his
life, his very manhood was being drained into her hand; the conflicts
and contradictions of his existence were resolved in one final moment of
blissful rapture, leaving his inner child at rest and peace.
He fell back on the rug, completely spent. His mind drifted in the
afterglow while she picked up his legs and finished changing his diaper.
She put her hand under his feet and was somehow able to hold both of
them with one hand. He felt his legs being lifted off the soggy diaper
beneath him, and somehow it felt peculiar, different from when he played
baby alone. He supposed that the experience felt odd because this was
the first time he had ever played baby with anyone else. He felt every
inch a baby! Her joke about his fantasy becoming reality was
tantalizingly close. She appeared so serious he almost believed her.
Even though she was kneeling on the floor, Cathy appeared to tower over
him, making him feel small and helpless. She radiated an aura of
maternal self-confidence and power that he found both alluring and
overpowering. He felt like she was transmogrifying him, that he had
physically regressed into the baby he had always wanted to be. The sight
of her smiling face hovering tenderly over him made him feel loved and
secure for the first time in his adult life.
"Cathy loves me," he told himself, "she'll take care of me. I shouldn't
have worried about talking her into playing baby games. She looks like
she's enjoying herself too. She doesn't seem to mind changing my diapers
and letting me drink from baby bottles. I wonder if she'll bathe me when
we're finished?"
As he lay on the floor musing about what she might do next, Cathy
cleansed his pubes with a disposable baby wipe. Brian was astonished at
how quickly she had adapted to the game. It was as if she, like him, had
been waiting all her life to play. He was completely under her control.
Brian delighted in the passive acceptance of her loving ministrations.
He gazed up at her and saw not his wife, but the ideal mother he had
needed, but never had. He realized with a mild shock that he was viewing
Cathy from a child's perspective. Cathy was the personification of
motherhood. She was awesome! Cathy seemed to grow in stature with every
passing moment. The presence of his own personal Mother Goddess made it
seem like the years of pain, worry and toil were rushing away from him.
He felt like he was becoming even younger as she grew in maternal
splendor. He was two again, then eighteen months and finally only a year
old! Even the furniture appeared to have become bigger. He wished she
could pick him up bodily in her arms, cradling his diapered bottom with
one hand and cuddling him to her bosom with the other. For the moment,
he felt like he really had become her baby!
He looked up at her and smiled languidly thinking that they would have
to do this again. Slowly, Brian realized that he had to be at work in
two hours. It was a shame it had to end, he thought with a frown.
"Mommy...," he started to suggest that they should think about ending
the game, but was stopped by the sound of his voice; the pitch had
changed into a small child's and the rich masculine timber had simply
vanished. He even sounded like a baby! He had read of rare instances of
voice shifts among transvestites and transsexuals. Was something similar
happening to him? Was the experience of playing baby so total that he
had convinced his subconscious that he was a baby again? If that was the
case, his voice would shift back once they stopped playing the game.
"It's.....It's almost time for me to go to work, Mommy. Can I get up and
change clothes when you're finished?," he piped.
"No, darling," was her reply. "You hired a manager to run the business
so you could have more time off, remember? You don't have to worry your
little head about the business. She'll take care of everything for you.
You'll never have to work again, sweetie." she added happily as she
slipped the folded diaper under his bottom and pulled it up between his
legs.
"Yes, Mommy. I'll stay here and be your baby," he said agreeably.
"She doesn't want to stop either," he thought. "It only takes me fifteen
minutes to get dressed and it takes another fifteen minutes to drive to
work. We can play another hour and a half before we have to stop.
Besides, she's right. I'm the Boss. I can be as late as I want. Marge
can take care everything for me until I get there. I'm paying her to be
the manager, aren't I?"
He lay back and luxuriated in the experience of being diapered by his
wife and pondered, "I wonder where she bought these diapers, I've never
seen anything like them. These aren't anything like the diaper I was
wearing before. They have the same look and feel as flannelette diapers
made for babies." Brian felt his legs pushed apart by the diaper's
thick, soft folds. "These cloth diapers aren't as thin as the ones I've
been using," he thought as she pinned one side of his diaper. "They're
so bulky they make me bowlegged. If I try to walk, I'll waddle like a
one-year old and fall! I'll have to crawl to the bathroom to change," he
sulked.
He reached over and picked up his glasses lying on the floor next to
him; he had taken them off when he lay down on the floor to let her
change his diapers. Holding them with both hands, Brian spread the arms
off the glasses and put them on. The glasses promptly slid sideways off
his nose and to one side of his face. Brian attempted to straighten them
on his nose, only to have them fall on the other side of his face. He
couldn't understand it, the glasses had become to big to fit his face!
They were enormous!
His wife smiled tolerantly at his feeble struggle to put on his glasses;
he looked so adorable playing with them. She gently removed them from
his face and put them on the floor behind her saying, "You don't need
these now Brian, babies don't wear glasses. Mommy will put these away
for you until you grow up."
The experience with his glasses had frightened Brian badly. Something
was very wrong! He wanted the game to stop now! "I've changed my mind,
Cathy. I don't want to play this game anymore! I want to go to work!,"
he simpered.
She smiled maternally and said, "It's much too late to change your mind,
darling," then finished putting the last pin in his diaper. "You're a
baby now and that's all there is to it! Don't worry darling, it won't be
so bad. We have plenty of money, you don't really need to work. You're
just in a rut. Mommy has the cure for that! She'll keep you so busy with
baby experiences you won't be able to get bored! Mommy will take you
visiting and let you meet all of her friend's babies. You'll make lots
of new friends your age! Mommy will buy lots of baby toys to keep you
occupied! You'll see! You'll forget all about working! In a month or so
you probably won' t remember you ever had a job.
Since this is your first day as Mommy's baby, Mommy has something
special planned for you. This afternoon, I've invited some of my friends
to bring their babies here for you to play with. I want all my friends
to see what a darling baby I have. Mommy will dress you in a diaper and
baby-blue panties and nothing else so Mommy's friends can see your cute
little body. You'll look so adorable crawling around the floor in your
diapers with the other babies. You can watch the other babies and learn
to crawl and suck your thumb just like all of Mommy's friend's babies.
Mommy wouldn't want you to feel out of place when she takes you
visiting.
We'll put you in a playpen with the other tots where you can act as
babyish as you want. Won't it be fun to stand at the side of the playpen
and pee your diaper in front of everyone? Mommy will pretend she's busy
and ask one of her friends to change your dydee. You've always been so
proud of your masculine endowments. Now everyone will be able to see
just what you've got! If you're good, Mommy will let you stay out of the
playpen to visit with her friends. They'll bounce you on their knees and
tickle you and make a big fuss over you. Isn't that what you've always
wanted? Maybe one of Mommy's friends who is nursing will give you a
little titty. You'd like that! Mommy knows how much you like to suck on
Mommy's titties."
Her mocking tone piqued Brian and he decided to end the game once and
for all. He wiggled and kicked his legs in a futile attempt to get up
and change for work. He couldn't get up! What had happened to him?
He grabbed her hand to pull himself up and was shocked to find he could
barely grasp two of her fingers in his fist. He stared at his hand next
to hers. It had shrunk! Instead of an adult male hand holding hers there
was only a tiny baby's hand less than half the size of hers grasping her
fingers!
He really was a baby!!! She wasn't kidding! "Oh my God!," he thought in
sudden realization, "....she put something in the cocoa that regressed
me into babyhood."
He was completely in her power! She hadn't been feeding him that
malarkey just to titillate him; she really intended to humiliate him in
front of all her friends! She'd make him play on the rug with her
friend's babies wearing nothing but a diaper. He grimaced in annoyance.
He knew that sooner or later he'd have to pee in his diaper. In a room
full of mothers a wet diaper would be noticed immediately. Within
minutes everyone would be laughing at his childishness. He'd never be
able to look them in the eye again.
He saw her scheme now. She planned to break his spirit so she would have
a weak, pliant baby to mother. He looked up into her face in desperation
and saw the triumphant grin on her face.
Cathy removed her fingers from his grasp and watched him kick his legs
petulantly in the air. "He looks so winsome when he's worried. The girls
will think he's enchanting," she thought. It was obvious from his
expression that Brian understood the full implications of what she had
planned for him this afternoon.
"Good! The sooner he accepts his new role the better," Cathy thought.
"Once he appreciates the fact that he really is a baby again, he''ll be
much easier to take care of. Until then, I'll have to watch him
carefully to make sure he doesn't try to run away."
Cathy giggled at the thought of him crawling furiously down the street
trying to escape her care. He wouldn't have a chance. Any woman who saw
him would stop and retrieve him for her. He'd discover that he now
inhabited a world populated by adult women and their helpless babies.
Cathy wondered how long it would be until she had to paddle him. Not
long, she suspected. He'd soon learn that she was the Mommy and he'd do
as she said! Cathy smiled in anticipation. She was enjoying her role as
his firm but loving Mommy.
"Please Cathy," he wailed pitifully, "Don't show me to your friends! I
don't want to play the baby game anymore!"
She took on a serious expression and she said, "Being a baby is not a
game, sweetheart, as you're about to find out. You'll sit in your
playpen quietly while Mommy talks to her friends. You'll discover how
frustrating it is to be a bystander while someone else makes decisions
for you. I can picture you now, sitting in your diaper, slobber dripping
off your chin, while my friends and I discuss which daycare center I
should enroll you in."
He shuddered at the thought of being enrolled in a daycare. "No, no, no
Cathy! I don't want to go to a daycare!," he sniveled.
"Poor baby," she told him mockingly, "Doesn't Mommy's little baby want
to go and play with all the other babies in the daycare center? Mommy
will pack your dydee bag with lots of clean diapers and panties. She'll
even put in some baby food and formula for your lunch. You'll be able to
play all day without having to worry about nasty old work. You'll even
get to take a nap after lunch! Just think, a daycare is a place run by
women whose only job is to pamper you. There'll always be someone there
to take care of you when you need something."
"I don't need anyone to take care of me," he whined.
"Of course you do, honey. You're an infant. You have to be nurtured and
cared for like any other infant. Babies are completely dependent on
their mommy's for everything, just as you are now. You needn't be
embarrassed about having to wear diapers in front of strangers. You'll
see that women don't think of babies as rational humans; they'r e only
small, helpless creatures who have to be looked after. And babies need
to be taken care of; they can't take care of themselves. They have to be
fed, dressed, bathed and have their diapers changed and their dirty
bottoms cleaned. Besides, you don't have any say in the matter. Babies
aren't allowed to make choices, their mommies make all the decisions for
them, all the way down to the food they eat and the clothes they wear.
Every woman knows that her baby is just an adorable little living doll
to dress up and show off to other mommies. That's why their mommies find
the cutest, most adorable clothes for them, no matter how silly and
foolish it makes them look. No one cares about a baby's opinion.
It won't be long before you think that peeing and pooping in your diaper
is the height of your day. You'll love messing in your diapers. No one
will be surprised to see you standing in your playpen and giggling while
you take a dump in your dydee! Of course, as a baby, you'll have no
privacy, personal or otherwise. If someone thinks you've peed in your
diaper, then they'll stick their fingers down your diaper to check. If
your diaper is wet or dirty, then off it comes in front of everyone.
Everyone knows that babies have no sense of modesty. That's why their
mommies let them toddle naked around the house in front of everyone.
There's nothing quite as enchanting to a woman as watching a baby's
adorable little tush as he totters away from her. If it's a naked little
boy, so much the better! A baby boy's wee-wee isn't vulgar, it's only
sweet! I know my friends will think your little wee-wee is adorable!"
She shook her head ruefully and said, "No honey, you won't be playing
the baby game anymore. You've become a actual baby! You're going to be
Mommy's precious little baby for the rest of your life!"
She tickled his tummy, making him wriggle convulsively. The thought of
spending the rest of his life as a helpless, dependent infant made him
shiver in terror.
"Please Cathy, don't make me stay a baby! I'm a man! Please don't diaper
me!", he began to sob.
He watched in horror as she put her hands through the leg holes of a
pair of soft white plastic baby panties and slipped them over his feet,
sliding them down his legs and over his knees. He kicked his legs in
impotent frustration and whimpered through his sobs, "I'm not a baby!
Take them off! Please Cathy, I'll be good! I'll never ask to play baby
again!"
Ignoring his protests, she smiled a motherly smile and gently shook her
head "no" while pulling the panties over his diaper.
She tucked the edge of the panties over the top of his diaper. "There
you go, darling. These will keep your diaper from leaking. We wouldn't
want you to pee all over your nice new shirt, would we?", she said,
patting the front of the bulging panty-covered diaper.
"Please Cathy, change me back, I don't want to be a baby!," he bawled.
He continued to cry as she drew the bottom of his diaper shirt up
between his legs, fastened it at his waist and picked him up. His wife
held him to her with one hand under his bottom supporting him and the
other around his back.
She looked at him sadly and said, "I'm sorry, honeybunch. Only time can
make you a man again. That is, if I don't decide to regress you into a
baby again in a few years."
His weeping became an uncontrollable wail as he realized she would never
let him grow up. She intended to keep him as her baby forever! This
wasn't his fantasy of being cared for by a loving mommy. Somehow what
had started as a pleasant daydream had been turned into a horrible,
twisted nightmare. He sobbed hysterically as she paced the room and made
sympathetic noises while patting his back and comforting him.
When he quieted, she took him into his den next to the master bedroom.
Brian was shocked to see she had redecorated it as a baby's room,
complete with dressing table and crib. Everything that had made it his
den, his final place of refuge against the outside world, had been
stripped away. His cluttered, disorganized bookcases were gone. The old,
dark, masculine decor had been transformed into a light, airy, nursery
atmosphere. The walls had been repainted a light blue-white and a border
of cute baby bunnies scampered around the room at chest height. In place
of his crammed filing cabinets, he saw a changing table fully stocked
with baby powder, wipes, and stacks of clean diapers. His comfortable,
tattered easy-chair had vanished; in it's place was a large wooden
rocking chair with a baby-blue receiving blanket neatly folded and
draped over the back. The dingy reading lamp in the corner by the chair
had been replaced with a brand-new folding playpen propped neatly
against the wall. Even the musty smell of stale pipe tobacco and slowly
decaying books had been commuted into the fresh scent of baby powder and
clean diapers.
She sat down in the rocking chair with him on her lap and propped him
against her arm. She took a baby bottle from her rear pocket and pushed
the nipple into his mouth. Brian struggled against her briefly, then
became limp in utter defeat.
"Come on, honey," she said, "drink your formula for Mommy. Be a good
baby and suck on your ba-ba."
He suckled slowly, hoping that she would tire of this game and let him
be a man again. As the formula trickled down his throat, Brian realized
how hungry he was. He was surprised at how good it tasted, he had always
thought baby formula would have a disgusting flavor. It made his stomach
feel so warm and....well...comfortable. The feel of the nipple in his
mouth was strangely consoling. He began to suck on the nipple eagerly
and was amazed at how quickly he finished the bottle. She took the empty
bottle from his hands, burped him, then put him into his crib and tucked
him in. Within minutes, the combination of emotional exhaustion and the
warm formula had put Brian in a deep slumber. She bent over the crib and
tenderly stroked his hair amid his soft snores, then blew him a kiss
before turning, picking up the playpen and carrying it out of the
nursery with her.
When he awoke, he discovered that he had been sucking his thumb in his
sleep. He pulled it out in disgust and pushed against the mattress to
get up on his knees. When he rocked back on his heels, his diaper
squished wetly between his legs. He had peed his diaper in his sleep!
The weight of the diaper pulled at his waist; he hadn't just peed a
little, he had soaked it! If he hadn't been wearing the plastic panties,
he would have soaked his clothes and bed as well! He cried softly for
awhile in frustration, then decided to ask his wife to change him. It
was humiliating, but he didn't know what else to do.
He called out to her for help and was surprised to find that instead of
a loud shout he could only make small gurgling baby noises. He was
losing the ability to speak! Brian screamed in infantile fury, screaming
his rage at what his wife had done to him.
"Cathy had no right to do this to me," he thought, "It was only a game!
I didn't mean it! How could she do this to me?!! I'm her husband, not
her baby!"
She entered the room and beamed down at him. "I see my little
sleepy-head has woken up. Does mommy's baby need his dydee changed?" She
lifted him out of the crib and took him over to the changing table and
laid him on his back. Within minutes, she had removed his shirt and
sodden diaper and was cleaning his bare bottom.
"I've been going through your old things this morning, Brian. Since they
won't fit you now that you're a baby, I'm going to give away all your
old clothes to the Salvation Army."
He noticed she was looking at him intently, her eyes seeming to bore
into his head, searching for confirmation of something she already knew.
"By the way, Brian, I found all your DPF stories last week in your
filing cabinet. You know what else I found, baby? I found a hypnosis
tape to turn you into a bedwetter." She chuckled and said, "I guess you
won't need that now. I also found a suitcase full of baby clothes,
plastic pants and diapers in adult sizes. I'm going to send everything
back to DPF. Except for the adult diapers," she smiled broadly,
"...they'll make good lap pads."
Brian's head spun in panic. She had found his books and adult baby
clothes! He'd never convince her that it was just a game he had recently
invented! She had known about everything before he had "talked" her into
playing with him! He wanted to escape, to find somewhere to hide from
her thoughtful gaze. She knew everything he had been doing in secret all
these years.
He moaned in shame. There had to be somewhere he could go...someplace
where no one knew about his desires. Someplace safe where nothing would
hurt him. His head reeled and he closed his eyes hoping it was all a bad
dream. Maybe if he explained to her about his love of diapers...that
what she had found was just a harmless hang-up..........
He decided that if he spoke slowly and enunciated clearly, he should
still be able to talk, but when he tried all that came out was,
"Doo...gaaa..doob-ba geeee!!!"
She snickered and said, "Bri-Bri has already forgotten how to talk ,
hasn't he? Hush baby and be still while Mommy finishes changing your
diaper."
He squeezed his eyes shut as all the petty humiliations of his babyhood
returned to him. He was drowning in his memories. There had to be some
escape! He felt nauseated and dull, unable to think. The thick-
wittedness was gradually replaced by a tranquil serenity which spread
like a soft, woolly baby blanket, snuggling his mind with a feeling of
warmth and security. He tried to fight it, but he lacked the mental
strength to resist. He closed his eyes and relaxed on the changing table
in submission. A rivet of baby slobber dribbled from the side of his
mouth as he relinquished his awareness to this new feeling.
"There you go baby," she said as she pulled a clean set of panties over
his diaper. She picked him up from the changing table and stood him in
the crib. "Mommy will be back in a few minutes, honey. She's going to
make you a nice breakfast of baby cereal and formula. Why don't you play
in your crib with your stuffed animals until Mommy gets back."
Brian looked around the crib in confusion, the sides were lined with
fuzzy plush toys just begging to be hugged. He picked up a stuffed
rabbit and rubbed it's velveteen fabric against his face absently. He
smiled in unconscious enjoyment and softly cooed. A wave of dizziness
struck him and he clutched the crib rail to keep from falling.
Brian frowned in thought, "There was something he had
wanted......someplace he had wanted to go....."
He couldn't remember. He drooled and tried to snatch at a sunbeam that
sparkled in front of his face. It was too difficult to try and
concentrate on anything for too long. Everything looked so new and
wonderful! He felt a strange urgency behind him. He bent his knees and
allowed the pressure that had been building within him to release. Brian
grinned childishly as the soft baby poop oozed from his behind and began
to fill his diaper.
Cathy returned and upon seeing the expression on his face asked,
"Bri-Bri honey, what are you doing?"
Brian gazed at her quizzically and said, "Caaaa?"
Cathy smiled gently and asked, "Is Bri-Bri trying to say Mommy's name?
Babies aren't supposed to call their mommies by name. I'm your mommy
now. Try and say "ma-ma" for Mommy."
Brian pursed his lips with a look of intense concentration, then raised
his arms and gushed, "ca......ca......CA CA!," grinning gleefully in
success.
Cathy looked surprised, then mouthed a silent "Ohh..." of sudden
understanding.
She laughed and said, "That's mommy's good baby!" then bent over to kiss
his forehead. She took him out of his crib and settled him on her hip
with one leg in front and the other behind her.
"Mommy will change your dydee after you've eaten, sweetiepie. Right now,
it's time to feed Bri-Bri his first breakfast as Mommy's baby," she said
as she carried him to the kitchen. Bri-Bri bubbled his joy as he saw the
brightly colored high chair waiting to receive him into his new life.
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