Chapter 4: How I Came to Be Diapered and Cuddled
Before I describe the next session, I know it must sound extremely weird to you that I would want to be babied by my mom and my girlfriend. I’ve already mentioned how embarrassing it was, so why would a “manly” teenage guy like me want to be treated like a little baby again? I still don’t know exactly why, but as strange as it is, there’s nothing I wanted more than this at the moment. I mean, I love being really strong and independent, especially on the baseball field. So I was probably just as shocked as you are when I first realized I wanted to be treated like a baby again.
I just can’t describe how good it felt to be completely taken care of. I didn’t have a worry in the world, and I was surrounded by love. I felt like so free; I could do anything I wanted to without being called a “wuss” or a “pansy”. I could suck my thumb and snuggle my blankie. I could be held and nursed from a bottle. I could wet my diaper and have a loving female change me. As dumb as it sounds, I couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier.
But on to the first session. It actually started out in the same fashion as the last one, except for the fact that we started off in the nursery and this time I knew what I was drinking. The nursery was pretty small and it had white walls with wallpaper that had baby prints. This particular wallpaper had little babies playing in different ways. The carpet was a light blue. There was a crib with a mobile, a table with a high chair, a changing table, a playpen, a rocking chair, some toys in a box, and a closet which contained diapers, wipes, and other baby supplies. The effect was still very weird, just like last time, but it wasn’t so bad since I knew it was coming. There I was, a naked baby sitting on the floor.
“All right, the first thing we have to do is get this little fella in a diaper,” mom said. “Carol, will you go get me a diaper and some baby powder from the closet?” While Carol went to get a diaper and the baby powder, mom picked me up underneath my armpits and laid me down on my back on the changing table. It was white and had a print with teddy bears on it. It felt kinda weird to have my whole body laying down on a soft surface.
“Some people say diapering babies is hard, but most of the time it’s pretty simple. Changing diapers, while unpleasant, isn’t much harder. Since we’re not actually changing John this time, we only need baby powder and his diaper.”
It was kinda weird for me to think of it as “my” diaper. Carol handed mom the powder and stood beside to watch. She gave me a quick smile as well. I was still kinda embarrassed to be naked in front of them, but I had prepared myself for it and I knew Mom had been around tons of naked babies before.
“You always want to powder the baby’s diaper area before you put on a new diaper. Some parents want you to use diaper rash cream, but unless they tell you to, you don’t need to worry about it”.
While she talked, she sprinkled the baby powder on my stomach, hips, and genitals. The smell was wonderful. I had forgotten what baby powder smelled like; the smell tapped deep into my subconscious and brought back memories of when I was really really young. I had to try my damndest to hide my utter enjoyment.
She then grabbed my ankles with one hand and put some powder on my butt as well. This felt funny and reminded me of how small I really was, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. She then took the diaper and slid it underneath my butt. It was a disposable one, you know, with the plastic cover, the tapes, and the little baby designs on the strip on the front. I think I remember the seeing a package with “Pampers” on it, so I’m guessing it was one of those.
As she lowered my legs, I started to tense up and back away. As excited as I was, the embarrassment of me actually wearing a baby diaper hit me. I felt really uncomfortable and like I shouldn’t be doing this.
“What’s wrong, John?” mom asked. “Is everything ok?”
“It’s just well…I feel funny being put back into diapers,” I squeaked with my baby voice. I didn’t even remember the last time I saw a diaper up close like this. I mean, I had always associated them with babies (of course), and it was strange to see one without a baby around. It reminded me that I was the baby.
“I know it must be really awkward, but you’ve been doing so well. And remember, we know you don’t need them. It’s all to help Carol, remember?”
I don’t know if it was her words or the fact that she started to rub my stomach softly that made me relax. I even smiled a little.
“There, that’s better,” mom said in a calm, sweet voice. She placed me on top of the diaper again, and then she pulled it up over my genitals and waist. As she fastened the tapes on the right side and then the left, all of my previous embarrassment just melted away and was replaced by the most fantastic feeling I can remember having in a long time. The inside was so soft and thick as compared to the boxers that I had been so used to wearing, and with the tapes fastened, it didn’t feel tight, just…snug. Yet again, I think it triggered age old baby memories deep within my subconscious. I felt so soft, so tender, and so…well, there’s no other way to say it, so babyish. I even let out a little babyish giggle.
“All done! See, that wasn’t so hard,” mom said. I still don’t know if she was talking to Carol or to me. “I’ll let you put his diaper on him next time, Carol.
“Now, if it’s warm inside, a baby normally only needs a shirt and a diaper. But since it’s a little chilly in here, we’ll get little Johnny here a footed sleeper. Let me go find one. Stay here with John so to make sure he doesn’t fall off the changing table, ok Carol?” This sounded pretty good to me, because truth be told, I was pretty cold.
As mom left, Carol begin to talk to me. “So how is it?” she asked.
“Not too bad. I just have to keep on thinking manly thoughts to balance out the overwhelming sense of infantilism.”
I was actually straight up lying, but there was no way I was gonna let Carol know how much I loved this.
She laughed at the remark, and told me I was doing a really good job of relaxing and letting mom take care of everything.
Mom returned with a light blue footed sleeper. She put me into it, explaining to Carol how you put a baby into a sleeper. As she zipped it up, I analyzed the feeling of wearing it. It wasn’t really thick, but it was surprisingly warm and soft. It made me feel even more like a baby, if that was possible, but it also made me feel even better, especially since I had been cold.
“Now doesn’t my wittle guy wook so sweet in his sleeper?” mom cooed to me. “Sorry John, I couldn’t resist. You don’t know how much this reminds me of when I used to take care of you all those years ago.”
It was obvious to me that she loved having her little baby back, but I don’t think she realized how truly special those words made me feel. I had always known mom loved me, but this added attention and open display of caring made it crystal clear to me, and it felt so awesome. It was funny how this didn’t even make me feel embarrassed this time.
“Ok, Carol, I’m sure you’re eager to hold him, so let me show you how.” Mom picked me up and placed me in her arms. She had both arms underneath me, with one hand under my butt and the other right below my neck. My feet rested on one of the bends of her elbow and my head on the other. She held me really closely to her body, and I felt extremely secure.
I simply couldn’t believe it; I was actually being cradled in my mom’s arms. Just when I thought that nothing could add to my state of bliss, mom whispered “Oh, I’m so glad to hold my little Johnny in my arms again. I thought I would never get to do this again, but now I remember how wonderful it was.” She then gave me a kiss on the cheek. I could tell she was on the verge of tears of joy.
“Ok, Carol, your turn. Now remember, be careful and watch his head. Just hold him exactly how I just did.”
She slowly placed me into Carol’s arms and Carol steadied me. If I had thought it was great to be held by my mom again, it was nothing compared to having Carol hold me. I mean, of course we had always cuddled before, and she had held me many times. But being literally held in her arms was a whole new experience. She was so warm and caring, and she held me just tightly enough. This allowed me to just relax completely and let her take control of me.
“Here, why don’t you sit down?” mom asked Carol. Carol then sat down in the rocking chair and slowly rocked back and forth. She then whispered to me “John, you don’t know how much I love this. If holding my own babies is half as good as this, I can’t wait to have them.”
I then slipped into a state of pure euphoria. It was all just so perfect. I never wanted it to end.
Unfortunately, it had to. I had forgotten that we all had things in our normal lives that we had to do, but mom remembered. “I hate to break this up, but the formula will be wearing off soon, and we all must return to our daily lives,” she said. I snapped out of my happiness state, and Carol got up and caring me back over to the changing table. Carol actually undressed me this time, and then set me down on the floor. Soon after, I became my normal size again. I put on my clothes, and it felt kinda funny to look at Carol and Mom at a normal size. I was slightly taller than both of them, so I got back my masculine guy feelings again.
“Oh, you were so great, John,” Carol said as she ran up and hugged me. “Just doin’ my job,” I softly said as I hugged her back. We then kissed and I was zapped back into being sixteen year old John, Carol’s boyfriend and the baseball player. It honestly did feel pretty good to be back to my normal self again, but I already missed being a baby. I knew I had other things in my life to tend to (as did both of them), but I would definitely be looking forward to our next session.
Chapter 5: Baby Bottles, Wet Diapers, and Naps
The next few weeks were pretty stressful for me. We were in the middle of baseball season, so I had a lot of practice and a lot of games as well. As much as I love playing baseball, it can be really stressful at times. Of course it’s always nice to have mom and Carol cheering me from the sidelines, but it’s still pretty hard.
In addition, Mom had a lot of work to do and I had some pretty hard tests in school. Work at the grocery store could be a pain in the ass too. And basically any time I had away from baseball, work and school I spent with chilling out with my friends. My time with Carol (or even just alone, for that matter) had become very minimal. I cherished any time we could kiss, cuddle, or just talk. She was my perfect release.
So I was actually pretty relieved when it came time for our next baby-sitting session. I couldn’t shake the memories of the last one from my head, especially when I was with Carol (this was occasionally a problem, like during a test or when I was up to bat).
This one started out the same way as the last one, but we had a more time this time around. I drank the juice in the nursery and became a baby again. This time, however, Carol was the one to diaper me. She carefully picked me up and laid me down on the changing table. Under mom’s direction, she powdered my diaper area, and then she lifted my ankles and slid a diaper underneath my butt. She pulled it up around my waist and fastened it, and then gave me a little pat on the butt for good measure.
“Wow, that was pretty easy,” she said. “I guess it helps to have such a good baby to diaper.”
“That is true,” mom said. “But remember, that will change later. Plus, most of the time you actually have to change diapers, which I’ll show you how to do later today.”
‘Uh-oh’ I thought. ‘That must mean I’m gonna have to wet myself’. I hadn’t really thought about that yet. Not only was I not looking forward to use my diaper (making me even feel more like a baby), I didn’t even know if I could do it. I had been potty-trained for about fourteen years now. However, I didn’t say anything and let mom just continue talking to Carol.
“It’s a little warmer in here today,” mom said, “so we’ll just put a shirt and some socks on John”.
Mom got a yellow shirt and some little white socks from the closet and let Carol put them on me. The shirt went just past my belly button, so there a little space where my stomach showed between my shirt and my diaper. The socks were actually kinda similar to my normal ones, except they stopped at my ankles.
“The next thing to show you is how to bottle-feed a baby,” mom said. “Normally, you’ll want to heat up some milk or formula in the microwave, but sometimes juice will do fine. I doubt John wants formula, so we’ll warm up a little milk for him.”
Mom let Carol pick me up and carry with her as we went to go fill a bottle up with milk and warm it up. Mom showed her how to just put one arm under my legs and butt and hold me upright with the other arm across my chest. “This is a little easier for carrying babies around,” she explained. “And it’s pretty comfortable, isn’t it John?” I nodded; it felt just fine.
After the bottle was ready, mom took me, sat down in a chair another room of the church, and laid me down across her lap. She supported my head and my body with her left arm and held the bottle with her right.
“This is how you hold him,” she explained. “And all you basically have to do is put the nipple in his mouth. Most babies are pretty eager to drink, and sometimes they may even put their own hands on the bottle.
“Ok, John, here it comes,” she said as she brought the bottle to my mouth. I was a little resistant at first. I mean, it was kind of a new experience. Somehow I still felt like I had a little pride and dignity left and didn’t want to be completely helpless. Mom noticed my discomfort.
“Come on, John, it’s not that bad. It’s just milk, and all you have to do is suck a little bit.”
“Ok,” I mumbled. I swallowed my pride and let mom put the bottle in my mouth. It was a pretty weird sensation. The nipple fit perfectly into my little mouth, and for the first time I noticed that I didn’t have teeth! It had been so long since I had sucked anything through something soft like this, but the warm milk flowed out pretty easily. I only had to suck softly, and it continued to flow right down my throat. And I think mom had put a little sugar or something in the milk ‘cause it tasted pretty good. It was a pretty continuous flow and I was drinking it fairly quickly.
“Ok, Carol,” mom said as she removed the bottle from my mouth. “Your turn.”
Carol sat down and carefully took me and held me like mom had. She then took the bottle and slowly put the nipple into my mouth.
It took me a little while to shake away the thought that I was being nursed from a baby bottle by my girlfriend. I mean, yesterday we were kissing together, today she was bottle-feeding me. But she started whispering things like “That’s a good boy,” and “You really are a cute little guy”. This actually made me feel better, and I started to relax more. I closed my eyes and let my body rest in her arms. I softly sucked on the bottle and let all of my cares just drift away…
Suddenly, I was snapped out my state of bliss. Something funny was happening. I got this little sense of warmth in my penis and a sense of relaxation of my muscles down there. I started feeling a damp and warm feeling around my inner thighs and pubic area. It only took me a second to realize that I was involuntarily wetting my diaper!
Carol noticed that I had come out of my relaxed state. “John, what’s wrong?” she asked.
I felt a few tears welling up in my eyes. For some reason, this was more embarrassing than anything before. Maybe this was because up until now I didn’t really have to do much; I either just relaxed or did what I was told. But now I was performing a truly babyish action on my own, without being told (and I didn’t even mean to at that!). I felt truly helpless and weak just like an infant. “I, uh…uh… I think I…um,” I squeaked out in my baby voice.
“I think our baby here just wet his diaper!” mom said. When she said this I couldn’t help myself from just bursting out in tears and crying (and I sounded like a real baby to boot). I just felt so humiliated. I was not only pretending to be and being treated like a baby, but for the first time I felt like a truly was one.
Mom came over and picked me up. She put my head on her shoulder with one hand behind it and held me up against her body. “There there,” she said. “It’s ok, John, I know it must feel pretty embarrassing. But remember, it’s just because the formula makes you incontinent, too. Except for thinking, talking, and moving, your whole body is just like a baby’s.”
This made me feel a little better, but not a whole lot. “I just feel like, like I really am a baby, not that I’m just acting like one!” I said. “I mean, I just wet myself. And I didn’t even mean to! I feel so helpless.”
“I know, John. But remember, Carol and I know that you can’t help it right now. We know you’re still sixteen year-old John. We know you’re not really a baby. So don’t cry, it’s ok.”
I started to feel better. I realized that it was just the formula kicking in, and that it was probably pretty good ‘cause I didn’t know if I could have brought myself to wet myself. And at least since I was diapered my pee only went inside of my diaper instead of all over me and Carol. Mom then looked me in the face and softly wiped my tears away. “Here, let’s get your diaper changed. That’ll make you feel better.”
She carried me over to the nursery and Carol followed. She laid me down on the changing table and lifted up my shirt. “Ok, Carol,” she said. “Changing a diaper isn’t really as tough of a job as most people make it out to be, as soon as you get the hang of it. First, you just remove the baby’s diaper. Just be careful, because it’s either wet or dirty. After you unfasten it, just roll it up with its contents inside.”
As she was talking she did exactly this. She undid the tapes to my diaper, lifted up my legs, and slid the diaper out from underneath me. She then put it in a nearby trash can. “I don’t know any parents in our neighborhood who still use cloth diapers, so we won’t worry about those. Anyway, remember, if the diaper is dirty, it’s generally a good idea to dump as much of the contents as possible into a toilet before you throw it away. That will help keep the house smelling a little better too. And by the way, it’s generally a good idea to wash your hands after changing a diaper.
“Now, the next thing we need to do is clean John here up. It’s a little different with boys and girls, but with either one, you want to clean their whole diaper area. It’s harder with a dirty diaper, but you still need to do it even if he’s only wet. ”
It was kinda hard for me to keep from being embarrassed. Mom kept referring to me as a baby (I know, I was one, but still, think about how you would feel). What made it even more difficult was the fact that I wanted to listen so I could learn more about taking care of babies. However, I will admit that a part of me liked being referred to as a baby. All of the attention was on me.
Mom then took a baby wipe and started to wipe my whole area down there. It was a little cold, so I tensed up a little every now and then, but it had a refreshing smell and it felt good to be cleaned in an area where I had just peed. It was also a sort of soothing feeling, with mom kinda of rubbing against my stomach, thighs, and genitals. Mom then lifted my ankles and wiped my whole butt. I have to admit, this was quite embarrassing, because of course no one else had wiped me since before I could really remember.
“From here, unless the parents want you to use diaper rash cream, it’s the same as before. You just powder him and put on his new diaper.” Just like before, mom put some baby powder on me and then took another diaper, slid it underneath me, and taped it on.
“There we go, now my wittle boy is nice and clean,” mom said to me. Then, without warning, mom picked me and up and started bouncing me a little bit. She cooed me and started playing and tickling me a little bit. Although this shocked me, after my initial shock, it actually made me feel pretty good. I felt so special. But I guess mom caught herself because she abruptly stopped. I think she may have even been a little embarrassed.
“Oops, sorry about that John. I kind of got caught up in the moment. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to take care of babies, and I kind of miss it.” She then directed her attention to Carol. “All right, there’s only one more thing that we need to do today. Baby-sitting babies is actually in general easier than baby-sitting children because babies need to sleep a lot. With babies you’ll find yourself doing nothing while the baby has a nap. The parents will generally tell you how much time the baby needs to sleep, because it varies from age to age.”
Mom then picked me up and carried me over to the crib. It had some small stuffed animals and pillows in it, and there was a mobile with little light blue and pink animals above it.
As she was placing me into it, I said, “Wait, do I really need to go to sleep? I mean, it’s not like Carol really needs to do anything while I’m asleep.”
“Well,” mom said. “When the baby is asleep, it’s really easy. The hard part is getting the baby asleep. And don’t worry, I put some of the youth mixture into your bottle so you’ll still be a baby for long enough.”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.”
Come to think of it, I was pretty tired anyway. You know when you get full, you get kinda tired sometimes? Well, that happened after I drank the bottle. Plus the crib was really soft.
“There are a few things that help a baby fall asleep. The first is to put them to bed after you feed them. From the looks of it, that’s helped John here.” I nodded. “You also want to make sure the baby stays warm enough. You don’t always need to put him or her in a sleeper, but you should always put a baby blanket over the baby. Also, a teddy bear or other stuffed animal makes babies feel more secure. If you remember from all of John’s old pictures, he always had his teddy and his blankie.”
Carol giggled a little at this, but she nodded with understanding too. However, this did spark up old memories and I wished that I had my bear or my blanket with me.
“Bare with me John, but for Carol’s sake, I want you to hold this,” mom said. She was referring to a little stuffed rabbit that she put in my arms. “Just to make things a little more realistic.” She then draped a baby blanket (which was small but still covered my little body) over me. It was very soft, warm, and well, cuddly. I felt so warm, comfortable, and secure, and I even felt kind of cute.
As I drifted off to sleep, I heard mom say, “There are a few other tips, but it doesn’t look like we’ll need them this time. Let’s just turn off the light and let him take his nap. Nighty-night little guy”. I heard them leave and turn out the light right before I fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of mom and Carol making their return. To my surprise, I noticed three things. Firstly, I was clutching the stuffed rabbit very tightly. It reminded me so much of my old teddy bear. Secondly, my thumb was in my mouth. I don’t know why I had put it there, but I had. I took it out as fast as I could, hoping that mom and Carol hadn’t noticed. Thirdly, I had wet my diaper in my sleep apparently.
Unfortunately, mom did notice my thumb in my mouth. Fortunately, she thought that I was doing it to make the situation more realistic. “Well, John, you didn’t have to suck your thumb, but I’m glad you’re trying to help Carol out by making this as realistic as possible. We’ll talk about pacifiers next time. Anyway, Carol, remember, always check the baby’s diaper before you put them to bed and change them after they wake up, even if they’re dry.”
With that, mom lifted me out of the crib. I think she knew that I was wet, and this suspicion was confirmed when she said “Well, it looks like John is wet anyway, so I’ll let you change him this time Carol”.
Mom put me on the changing table and Carol did the honors this time. Under mom’s direction, she removed my wet diaper, cleaned me up with a baby wipe, powdered me, and put a fresh new Pamper around my waist. It didn’t stay on long however, since it was about time for me to go back to normal size. I did so, and this time I definitely had the baby fresh smell of baby powder on me as I dressed in my normal clothes. Oh well, hey, it didn’t smell bad.
“Again, John, you don’t know how much I appreciate this,” Carol told me. “I know I get a little carried away with treating you like a baby, but I am really indebted to you for doing this for me.”
I went up and put my arms around her and said “Don’t mention it. We’re in love, we do things for each other. You need some help, and it’s the right thing for me to do.”
While this statement was definitely true, I didn’t add the fact that I really did enjoy it. This session had definitely had its embarrassing moments, but it was still a very enjoyable experience.
Chapter 6: Explanation of the Youth Formula
A few nights later, I was actually pretty curious about a few things, so I decided to ask mom about them. They mostly concerned how she came across this amazing youth mixture.
“Mom, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” I said, “Where in the world did you find this mixture? I mean, it’s like magic. I would have never thought in a million years that it would be possible to knock off a few years temporarily and become a baby again.”
“I was wondering when you were gonna ask me about it, John,” she replied. “Well, if you remember, your uncle has been an archaeologist for quite a while now. He was studying some old ruins somewhere in Asia, I forgot where exactly. Anyway, as he was talking with some of the local people about their culture, a legend about a ‘fountain of youth’ came up. I know you’ve probably heard a little bit about this legend before. Well, your uncle, probably because he was a little crazy, took this legend very seriously. Although his focus was studying a variety of old temple ruins, he took some time out to research these legends and find out as much as he could about them.
“He studied hard about the subject, and with his brilliant mind, he pieced together many of the connections he found in his research. While doing some of his archaeological work one day, he ran across some similar symbols and markings that he had seen in his studies. Using the clues he had come across, he discovered a secret passageway that led to a magical fountain of water.
“Being very careful, he found some mice in the temple and caught them. He gathered some of the water from the fountain and managed to somehow get it inside of the mice. As he saw the mice become smaller and younger, he realized that he had indeed found this silly fountain of youth legend to be a reality.
“He didn’t have long left in that area, however, so he filled a few bottles of it and had to return to the U.S. He somehow managed to seal the passageway for good so no one else would ever find out about it.”
“Why didn’t he tell anyone about it?” I asked. “I mean, he could be the richest and most famous person in the world with a discovery like that!”
“Well, think about it. Your uncle thought through all of his possible options, but he kept it a secret for the sake of humanity. You know the kinds of people in this world, John. They would find a way to replicate the formula and use it in wars and who knows what else. I mean, imagine turning enemy troops into helpless little babies and them bombing them! No, your uncle decided this was something he didn’t want to fall into the hands of the wrong people.
“However, he couldn’t keep it a complete secret. He couldn’t help but show it to your father. Your dad was completely excited about it, and being the brilliant chemist that he was, he analyzed some of the water and figured out a recipe to make a mixture that would do the same thing. Of course, this mixture only lasts for a few hours, but my mixing in different amounts of different ingredients, you can vary how many years younger you become. Later we’re going to turn you into a toddler rather than an infant to give Carol more experience with different age groups.”
“So how did you find out about it?” I asked.
“Well, your uncle didn’t really want a part of it anymore. He was excited about the discovery, but he had other things that he had to do. However, your dad had to tell me about it since he was so excited. Before he died, he wanted to make sure that I kept it a secret and only told you or in some cases a few other people. That’s why I haven’t mentioned it until now. I had actually just about forgotten about it until I heard about Carol’s need to be taught how to baby-sit.”
It was kinda weird to think about my dad again. Thankfully we still had enough money. He had left us just enough so mom could get by as long as she worked, and I had extra money to spend as long as I earned it. I missed my dad, though, and even though he was always the one encouraging me to be strong and manly (even as a little kid!), I saw him in a lot of my old pictures hugging me and loving me when I was a baby. He had died right around when I was ten. Maybe that’s one of the reasons I wanted to be a baby again; maybe it sparked up memories of my dad.
Anyway though, with my questions answered, we went to bed and didn’t talk about it again for a while.