It was getting almost too much for Jeff. First he was regressed, He was only starting to get used to his situation and now his mentor was younger than him! As Rob moved towards him Jeff stepped back in shock however his balance was also poor and he fell on his diapered bottom. Sitting there mouth wide open as a little stream of drool began to trickle down his chin.
Rob made his way unsteadily over to Jeff and sat down beside him both babies had their legs spread apart and their diapers were clearly bulging under their pants. Jeff was speechless as he looked at his boss, the drool was now dripping on to his shirt. “At least I’m bigger than you.” Jeff giggled.
Jeff then noticed a growing wet spot on the crotch of Rob’s coveralls. It was obvious that the professor was having an accident and the diaper was not able to hold all the pee inside. “Uhhh…professor, your diaper is weaking.” With that Leahey rolled his eyes and looked down at the growing stain. “Mama bought cheap diapers yesterday and this is the second time today I’ve made a mess.” Jeff was a little surprised that Leahey just sat there not attempting to get help with his diaper change, then upon reflection Jeff had also slipped into the same passive mode the other day. It almost made sense. “Please call me Rob, Professor seems to formal at this stage.”
“Any problems since you ended up at 10 months?” Jeff inquired. Rob smiled shyly, “Yeath, this morning I finally got over a bad case of diaper wash. I woke up yesterday morning and it must have been there all night, it really hurt all day yesterday.” Jeff nodded I know what you mean, when that stuff wants to come out there is no way of stopping it from going everywhere inside.”
“Have you tried cloth diapers yet?” Rob inquired back. “Nah haven’t had the chance yet. But they have to be better than these paper lined disposables.” Jeff giggled, “You know instead of talking about football or something else we’re discussing diaper fashions!” With that comment both infants broke out into uncontrollable laughter.
Finally Jeff had someone to relate with, someone to confide in. For the first time Jeff was getting comfortable with his new life, for the moment his fears were washed away. It no longer bothered him that he was wrapped in a diaper, and stripped of his former status as an adult. It almost seemed normal to be dressed in babyish clothes and only 30 inches in tall.
“You called your wife Mama? Mine made me change her name too but it does roll off the tongue pretty naturally.”
Their conversation continued for about fifteen minutes until Michelle and Margaret noticed the large stain on the front of Rob’s pants. Both mothers picked up their babies, Margaret cuddled Jeff while they both watched Michelle change Rob. Michelle rested Rob down on the counter top and proceeded to change the wet mess. Margaret and Jeff noticed right away that Michelle cooed and talked the way she would with a real baby. Rob laid back and smiled at her making small short babyish noises and obviously enjoying the attention. Margaret unconsciously started making loving baby talk and patting Jeff’s diapered bottom. Jeff responded by laying his head on her breast and deposited his thumb in his mouth.
Michelle unbuttoned Rob’s blue coveralls and removed the dirty clothes. Then undoing the diaper’s tapes removing the wet package throwing it in the garbage can. Rob shivered as Michelle gave his skin a cleaning with a baby wipe. As Michelle was about to reach for a new diaper Jeff removed his thumb. “Michelle why not use one of my diapers, Rob’s seem to leak a lot.” With that Margaret pulled a diaper out and handed it to Michelle and giggled, “Might as well listen to the experts!”
Michelle gladly accepted the diaper, opened it up and laid it under Rob, then proceeded to pull it up between his legs and fasten it. She then dug into Rob’s diaper bag and pulled out a yellow set of shortalls and proceeded to pull it over Rob’s head and down his body, finally pulling it under his diaper and attaching it with snaps.
As Michelle finished up she reached into Rob’s diaper bag pulled out a jar of baby food, “Alright time for Robbie and Jeffery’s lunch. With that statement, both babies had their bibs tucked around their necks and feed bottles of green beans and strained carrots. Jeff was able to get most of the food in his mouth, however the bib did catch it’s fair share of the meal. It was a little embarrassing, looking so childish in front of others. He was being spoon fed a pureed mush and he needed Margaret to help him. What was worse, his insecurities were exposed to the world. Jeff sat there unable to do anything for himself plus he looked the part wearing a large bulky diaper. However Jeff was doing was much better than his friend, Rob was having more difficulty and his bib was a mess. Being 5 months younger made a difference in their coordination, all be it small difference it was enough for Jeff to hold on to some dignity.
As the babies finished up their meal, it was time for a drink. Margaret laid Jeff on her lap and produced a bottle full of formula. Jeff initially didn’t want to take the nipple however after his initial refusal he accepted his fate and began to nurse. Jeff surrendered to the moment and was content to lay back in the comfort of his mother’s lap. It wasn’t that he was really thirsty but it was very relaxing and enjoyable to just lay back in Margaret’s arms, his tongue and checks rhythmically pulling on the nipple. Jeff looked over at Rob to find Michelle had unbuttoned her blouse and slipped a breast out for Rob to take. Laying in Michelle’s arms Rob eagerly accepted the tit and began suckling.
Jeff stopped momentarily as he watched in amazement as his former boss nursed, after a few seconds he continued to feed from the bottle but kept watching in amazement and curiosity. Michelle looked over and smiled, “Jeffery must want a little titty also?” Margaret giggled and patted Jeff’s bottom, “I think Jeffery is a little to old to be breastfeed.” Jeff was caught staring. Embarrassed Jeff turned his head away, impotently kicked his feet in the air and kept sucking from his bottle.
“Oh no, 15 months isn’t too old. Our Pediatrician recommended our son be breastfed until his 1st birthday and he still had a feeding once a day until he was 18 months.” Michelle suggested with a fiendish grin.
“Well we shall see but I’m not sure, I’m not ready to start breastfeeding, I haven’t lactated in almost six years.” Margaret could tell Jeff was uncomfortable with the conversation by the way he was shifting around in her lap while nursing.
Michelle also noticed Jeff’s discomfort and continued to press the conversation, “You know Domperidone is an excellent drug to promote milk production. Robbie was feeding about two days after I started taking the medication.”
“Well I’ll think about it however for now we will stick to the nipple bottles.” With that comment Jeff calmed down a little. The thought of nursing from a bottle was bad enough but taking milk from Margaret’s teat was another matter. Jeff snuggled in her lap and concentrated on the milk in front of him, only looking briefly to watch Robbie happily accepting his lunch. The sight didn’t revolt him but somehow deep inside fascinated him.
Both babies kept nursing while their mothers talked about clothes, strollers, feeding routines, ect. Neither Jeff nor Rob seemed to care that they were the center of the conversation, instead they concentrated on getting their fill of milk.“ Jeff kept looking over at Rob curious at what it must be like to suckle from his mother’s breast. It wasn’t a sexual feeling but he didn’t debate the issue, instead he watched and finished off his bottle.
Margaret picked up Jeff, rested his head on her shoulder and proceeded to pat his back. A large belch came out waking Jeff from his trance. Jeff looked around and realized what he had just done but didn’t care, he was a little groggy from the formula, warm and being held close and secure. For the first time since being transformed into a little wet baby Jeff was happy and secure. Secure with himself, secure with his place in life. Jeff slipped his thumb into his mouth and laid his head on his mommy’s breast.
Soon Rob was done and burped. Both men were then place in the playpen, “Okay Robbie and Jeffery you two be good while we leave the room for a minute. We are just running down the hall to get a coffee and will be right back. You two be good babies!” With that Margaret and Michelle left the room. Rob grabbed the mesh walls and pulled himself up so he could watch the two women leave. Rob started to fuss but Michelle turned around, walked over to the playpen and rubbed Rob’s head. “Now come on Robbie you can be without me for a few minutes. Jeffery’s mommy and I need to have a private chat about the two of you. I want both of you to play quietly in the pen. If we have to come back prematurely there will be a spanking. Have I made myself clear to both of you?”
The two babies looked up at the dominating figure and nodded their heads, while looking innocent at the same time. The look from the babies melted Michelle’s heart, a broad smile came across her face. She reached down and kissed Robbie’s head getting a giggle from the infant, then in his mirth he let go of the playpen wall and dropped to a sitting position. Michelle stood up and the two women walked out the door leaving the babies sitting in the playpen.
As their mothers left the room Jeff remained sitting with his legs spread out before him and a thin stream of drool running from the side of his mouth. He was a little groggy from his meal and knew that a nap time was coming soon. Michelle and Margaret had left two small blankets in the playpen in case they decided to nap before they returned. Jeff looked around at his rubber jail cell and wondered if these soft bars would become a permanent part of his everyday life. He wasn’t distressed by the realization that his movements were restricted but instead he wondered what sort of life he would start to lead inside the playpen. Would he be allowed to read scientific journals or would he be subjected to blocks and colourful picture books designed for people of ‘his age’.
As Jeff sat on the soft rubber floor he noticed that the front of his diaper was getting warm however it barely fazed him. It was becoming routine, even though he had been in diapers for only 48 hours their use had become a normal and an unavoidable part of his day. No longer humiliated by their presence Jeff was starting to take the situation in stride. He still found the concept of loosing his toilet training unnerving however it was less disturbing then actual act of peeing and pooping. For the moment he was content to sit and feel the warmth travel up the sides of his diaper.
Jeff turned back to his former boss and noticed that Rob was lost in thought, for the moment the much smaller infant was almost unrecognizable as his superior. The PhD scientist was now a mere shadow of his former self, sitting across from Jeff staring up at the window.
“So what happened? Why didn’t you get in touch with us?” Jeff inquired.
Leahey looked down at himself poked at first fresh diaper then pulled his index finger from his mouth. “It’s been a crazy week. It started on Friday when…”
- to be continued.