12.

The Next Morning…

I woken up in my new crib, it’s been a day of my new found babyhood and it felt odd. Years of being used to big boy boxer shorts and using the toilet, I am now forced to have a life wearing nappies…and to use them.

Apart from that I had a nice sleep in my new soft crib, along with my new friends: my soft toys. I grabbed hold of one large teddy and cuddled him for comfort like I used to do with my pillows in my large double-bed: which is now down the dump yard.

I lay on my back in my crib holding my teddy tightly, I looked up at the ceiling and thought for a while…I could even smell the fresh paint that Mummy has used to decorate my Nursery.

Then I needed to wee, I let go and wet my nappy on purpose, sod it, I’m screwed anyhow, so I might as well become the best baby boy I can be for my Mummy.

The wee flowed down the back of my thighs in my nappy and into my bum crack: which felt really good, I also felt helpless and boyish.

And right on time Mummy entered my Nursery:

“Rise and shine Johnny.” – Mummy rejoiced as she opened the blinds in the Nursery, causing the bright sun to hit my eyes.

“Mummy.” – I commented as I rubbed my eyes.

“Sorry baby.” – Mummy replied as she moved the blinds.

Mummy then walked up to my crib and unlocked the top of it:

“Let me see.” – Mummy told herself as she placed her right index finger into my nappied crotch.

I looked up to her.

“Well, it looks like my widdle boy is getting use to his new lifestyle, is Mummy right?” – Mummy cooed down at me with a loving smile.

I nodded and giggled.

“Then it’s nappy changing time; yes it is!” – Mummy proudly announced clapping her hands.

I got out of my crib with a new friend: Teddy in my left hand. Mummy then stopped me in my tracks:

“I’m waiting.” – Mummy sternly told me.

I grew closer to my Mummy’s beautiful face and gave her a loving kiss on her right cheek.

“Good boy, who’s a good boy wishing his Mummy a wonderful morning hmm?” – Mummy smiled in happiness as she gave me a kiss back, marking her lipstick on my facial cheeks.

“I am Mummy.” – I said in a babyish tone with a now blushing face.

“Damn right you are Johnny. Now take my hand and let Mummy lead you to your changing table.” – Mummy told me as she placed out her hand.

I took her hand and Mummy held it tightly as she pulled me from one end of the Nursery to the other.

Mummy strapped me down onto my new changing table and she got on with her Mummy duty: which she confessed to me:

“You know John…” – Mummy lightly spoke as she unstrapped my wet nappy.

“…I miss this…I miss changing your nappies, sorry if I was a mean bitch yesterday at the Toddler Centre, I’m only doing what I think is best for my baby boy, as what any Mummy would do.” – Mummy sadly informed me as she wiped my crotch and bum crack down with Pampers baby wipes.

“I know Mummy.” – I told her as I looked at her deep into her perfect green eyes as she cleaned me down.

“I love you, you know that right?” – Mummy asked me as she rubbed in nappy rash cream into my bottom and crotch.

“I know you do Mummy, I love you to and I’m sorry if I rebelled yesterday with the mums at Mothercare and at the Toddler Centre.” – I told Mummy lightly crying and sniffing my nose.

Mummy grabbed a tissue and wiped my nose:

“Aww John, little boys do rebel now and again, and it’s for their mummies to keep them in line, at least you know now, that if you’ll be a naughty boy again, which I know you will be: at least you know why you are being punished.” – Mummy cooed at me kissing my forehead then getting back to her nappy duty.

Mummy sprinkled the Johnston’s baby powder over my bottom, crotch, tummy and chest. She got her two hands and rubbed it into my pale and hairless skin.

I took in the scent and by God I found it nice; along with the baby wipes and nappy rash cream…I’m getting to like this scent, more so that my old male aftershaves.

After the baby powder, Mummy grabbed a new Cuddlz nappy and placed it underneath my bottom.

But then like yesterday:

“Oh my, looks like Mummy will have to do something about her little boy’s erections…hmm…let’s see…where I put it?” – Mummy paused away from changing my nappy and placed her right hand underneath her chin: thinking.

Mummy looked round the Nursery, at all my new units:

“Ah yes!” – Mummy announced.

Mummy walked over to the right side of the Nursery and opened a small draw of one of the units, she grabbed something: I couldn’t see what it was. I was strapped down and could only move my eyes and tilt my head.

Mummy walked back and looked down at me with a smirk, holding up this thing in my full viewing:

“You know what this is?” – Mummy asked me in a serious tone.

“No Mummy.” – I fearfully replied.

“It’s a male cock chastity device. Since you’re really a young man of nineteen and had a cock of a teenage boy…I knew I had to get something to make sure for most of the time, your dick functions of that of an infant. Yesterday’s shag with Kimmy and me wanking you off, was a one off, for you were the ‘Birthday Boy’. But that day has past.” – Mummy informed me.

Mummy then grabbed an ice pack underneath the changing table and held it up into my viewing:

“I’m going to cool down your erection baby, and then I’m going to place on this device so you won’t be able to function like a teenage boy. Though, later on, if you’re a good boy for your guests; I’ll release you from your chastity…only if you’re a good boy that it.” – Mummy wickedly smiled at me as she then placed the ice cold ice pack onto my cock and balls.

It felt odd and soon enough my cock had shrunk and my lustful urges had gone. Mummy placed the ice pack back into the small freezer underneath my changing table.

Mummy then placed hold of this cock chastity device and placed it over my shrivelled dick.

“I know boys your age get ‘morning glory’ but take my word for it: you will be going to sleep in your crib with this on. How do you think I feel as a woman, knowing that every time I change my little boy’s nappies that I’ll have his erected cock in my face? It’s disrespectful to women and to your Mummy. But, if you behave, you’ll get treats.” – Mummy told me giving me a cheeky wink.

I was speechless, I thought my babyhood was going to be sexual like that with Kim yesterday…all I could do now is obey Mummy, and I was more thinking on who will be my guests later on?

Mummy fitted the cock device – that also had a padded lock. Mummy had the key! She placed it in her apron pocket.

Mummy grabbed the Cuddlz nappy and placed it over my chained crotch.

“I want my widdle boy to be a comfortable widdle boy.” – Mummy teased me with a loving smile as she finally nappied me.

Mummy unstrapped me and ordered me to stand up straight and wait for her.

Mummy walked over to my new wardrobe and took out a perfectly fitted Crocodile onesie. Mummy walked over to me.

“Lay down I want to dress you in this: it’s going to be a cold day today, and I don’t want my little boy to catch a cold, Mummy is only protecting you sweetheart.” – Mummy pouted her lips with a grin.

I lay down onto the Nursery floor; Mummy knelt down and then began to dress me in my new long onesie. Once zipped up at the back and dressed, Mummy grabbed a matching dark green Croc dummy and shoved it into my mouth:

“Aww, you look so cute! Your guests are going to adore you; yes they are!” – Mummy cooed down at me.

This onesie had built in mittens, I couldn’t use my hands.

“You’ll be able to play with your blocks in your playpen downstairs, so baby, lead Mummy the way. Don’t worry about Teddy, he’s in Mummy’s safe hands.” – Mummy cooed softly.

The Nursery door was open and I began to crawl out of the Nursery, this onesie had protection for my kneecaps so I don’t graze them.

Mummy watched my nappied bottom crawl out of my Nursery. She placed my old nappy into my nappy bin in the Nursery, along with the dirty baby wipes.

Mummy slowly followed behind me, taking pleasure in watching her new baby boy crawling before her eyes.

It took me a long while to crawl downstairs and into the living room. Mummy placed me into my playpen and gave me Teddy for comfort while she cooked the breakfast…while I sat in the playpen I looked over to the living room table and my eyes glazed in fear, on the table was a large baby blue potty chair…fit for only one purpose: me…to entertain my so-called ‘guests’…

Written by: Croc

8.

The First Day…

There I was; a fallen independent, highly educated young lady, recently a dole dosser and chav trapped inside a crazy bitch’s manor as her Adult Baby Girl.

I was nappied, gagged and asleep in the crib, still with the headphones of hypnosis over my ears; playing on repeat.

Gillian and Kerri entered the Nursery, it was late morning:

“What do you think? Is she ready for him?” – Kerri asked her Auntie.

“Hmm…we test her then we show her off. Get the highchair ready for our widdle girl’s breakfast.” – Gillian ordered her niece.

“Yes ma’am.” – Kerri replied leaving the Nursery.

Gillian walked up to the crib; observing my deep sleeping and my slowly sucking of the dummy gag.

Gillian placed her left index finger into my nappy:

“Like clockwork.” – Gillian sadistically commented out loud with a wide grin.

Gillian grabbed hold of the iPod and stopped the hypnosis; she then took of the headphones that were over my ears…I was still asleep.

Gillian lightly shook my petite body to wake me up.

I slowly woken up and my mind wasn’t thinking right, I felt like I’ve got a hangover, which is bullshit, then I remembered that I was forced to listen to hypnosis files all night.

I looked up to Gillian:

“It’s 11am baby girl…you have a visitor, now if I unstrap your gag are going to be a good girl for Mummy?” Gillian cooed down at me.

I nodded in submission…with a hidden plan.

Gillian dressed in tight denim jeans and a short top; exposing her large breasts and curvy figure, with the strong scent of her perfume unstrapped the dummy gag from my head.

“Ahnk ou illian.” – I spoke in horror as I quickly placed my hands over my mouth.

“The hypnosis files you’ve listen to last night was one of many more to come, you’re vocabulary and speech is going to be reduced to that of a toddler and a retard. Plus you are on word commands which will be tested soon enough.” – Gillian informed me of my forceful life.

“Ot iar!” – I shouted in tears.

“It’s not fair? Is that what you’re trying to tell Mummy?” – Gillian cooed at me looking at my babyish state.

I nodded in agreement.

“Tough shit missy, your fate is sealed…have you noticed anything else?” – Gillian hinted to me with the latter.

I shook my head.

“Feel your nappy sweetheart.” – Gillian advised me.

I touched my thick nappy with my small hands: it was full!

“Ha Ha! Your incontinence is slowly wasting away; these hypnosis tapes are from the most expensive and powerful people in BDSM England. Soon enough you’ll be pissing and shitting without knowing it.” – Gillian told me in self delight.

I began to cry…

“Aww Natalie, Mummy is only helping you to become the baby girl she wants for herself. Come let Mummy change your nappy.” – Gillian cooed as she gave me a warm cuddle: which I enjoyed.

Gillian undid the crib locked rail and had me walk out of the crib. My legs automatically fell to the floor:

“It’s part of your training baby girl, you can’t beat the hypnosis system; you’re better off to take it in your stride.” – Gillian told me with a smirk.

Gillian grabbed hold of a bag and placed it before me:

“This is your new nappy changing bag, look it reads ‘Natalie’s Nappy Bag’. Isn’t that cute? Mummy had everything ready for her baby girl.” – Gillian cooed at me.

Gillian then grabbed my shoulders and pinned me down onto the Nursery floor:

“Nappy time for my baby girl.” – Gillian beamed as she changed my wet nappy.

Gillian took her time, the cold Huggies baby wipes were placed under my cute and toned bottom, and many more were detailed on my pussy and clit.

“You like that hmm? Does my widdle baby girl like it when Mummy cleans her innocent and virgin pussy? Maybe I’ll keep you a virgin from men and instead turn you into my dike slave; would you like Mummy’s girlfriends to take sexual and oral pleasure and liberties from my baby girl…I’ll turn you into a lesbian; free of men? That is decided after you meet Mummy’s visitor who is waiting down stairs to see you.” – Gillian cooed as she rubbed in nappy rash cream into my skin.

“Me ant oyfriend.” – I commented in my now babyish accent.

“A boyfriend? Oh Natalie, what boy would want to date, baby and fuck a retarded young lady like you? The only boyfriend you’ll have is one who you’ll please.” – Gillian told me as she rubbed in Johnston’s baby powder into my skin and over my small body.

“I ig irl!” – I screamed in tears kicking my feet in a tantrum.

“You’re big girl life is vastly coming to an end, the sooner you accept this, the better.” – Gillian firmly told me as she grabbed my feet in her large hands: placing them in the air to fit the fresh nappy underneath me.

Gillian tapped me up:

“Sit here and don’t move a muscle.” – Gillian ordered me. I obeyed.

Gillian went to grab some new clothing from the wardrobe and units for me to wear. Gillian came back and stood in front of me.

“You’re going to wear these understood?” – Gillian sternly informed me.

Gillian then knelt back down to dress me in these clothes. Within seconds of being dressed Gillian grabbed my hand and pulled me in full view of the Nursery’s large interior mirror: helping me to stand:

“You’re visitor wanted you to be dressed like this, and so you shall!” – Gillian told me.

I looked in the mirror, I was wearing a short white shirt, a red striped tie, a grey blazer with matching mini-grey skirt and black pantyhose: I was dressed as a teenage schoolgirl: with a nappied bottom.

I had to admit: I did look younger and not the real age of 23.

Gillian twisted me around in a circle; she then placed my brunette hair in a ponytail then grabbed my chin with her right hand; pulling me to her face:

“I’m warning you missy: Don’t fuck up!” – Gillian warned me. I was confused.

“Eee ant ood.” – I pouted in hunger as I held onto Gillian’s hand.

“You’ll get breakfast; after seeing your visitor…only good little girls get food if they behave for their mummies.” – Gillian softly spoke to me.

Afterwards Gillian pulled me out of the Nursery, due to the hypnosis files I was struggling to stand. We reached the large front room where Kerri was standing next to my ‘Visitor’.

“Mr. Saville welcome, here she is.” – Gillian cheered with beaming joy as a proud Mummy.

I looked over to his man, must be aged in his 60s’ he was fat, well obese and bald headed, dressed in an expensive suit and wears large round glasses.

“Oh Gillian, she’s got the look alright. I’ve given Kerri the money for your baby girl’s services.” – Saville told Gillian.

Gillian and Kerri smiled.

“Say hello to ‘Daddy Rolf’.” – Kerri cooed down at me.

I looked up to this beastly man:

“Ello da-da.” – I softly and innocently announced.

All three people laughed down at my pathetic state.

“No sweetheart, say ‘hello’ to Daddy Rolf the other way.” – Kerri told me.

I was confused and I looked up to Gillian.

Gillian rolled her eyeballs and sighed. She bent forward to my ear:

“Hypnosis command: Cocky.” – Gillian whispered in my ear.

Without resisting I crawled on the floor on all fours, I grabbed hold of Mr. Saville’s trouser zip and undid it, I then unbuttoned his boxer buttons grabbing his small erected cock. I was defenceless for my actions: I placed his cock into my small young mouth: sucking him slowly.

“We can make a fortune pimping her out.” – Kerri whispered in excitement into Gillian’s ear.

“One step at a time.” – Gillian whispered back.

Daddy Rolf was soon to cum and as I was sucking slowly and beginning to take speed on his cock; my mind slipped back into Natalie Florence of 23. I soon realised who I was and where I was. I looked up in disgust to his dirty old man.

So I made my mark…I bit my teeth down and hard into his small cock:

“Owww!!” – Mr. Saville cried out in pain and he rushed over to the kitchen holding his blooded cock in his fat chunky hands.

I giggled as I took my vengeance, but that was short lived:

“I’ll make peace with Mr. Saville; you take care of baby girl. You know where to place her.” – Gillian ordered Kerri as she chased Mr. Saville in the kitchen to see to him.

My giggles faded away…I looked up to Kerri who just sternly stared at me with a wide smiled across her tasteful lips.

I tried to crawl away:

“No!” – I shouted as the hypnosis has cleared away from my mind.

Kerri grabbed my hair and pinned me down in the living room; she withdrew a needle and placed it into my arm:

“We have to take extreme measures now Natalie.” – Kerri sadly told me.

I tried to crawl but my muscles went into a weak and light mode, I couldn’t even speak.

Kerri carried me from the living room and back down into the basement; and not the nice padded room: down the corridor into the Abyss room. I began to cry.

Kerri placed me inside the pitch black room:

“We’ve got new plans for you Natalie and don’t worry about Mr. Saville, it’s clear that you don’t like sucking men off, so I guess Daddies are no longer an option; for only women and dikes. Think it over!” – Kerri meanly shouted at me as she slammed the door leaving me locked in this dark room.

I felt like the guy at the end of the first SAW film: I began to sob in tears: I was in the dark, I couldn’t move, I was nappied and I was never going to find true love with a boy…or will I?…

Written by Croc

9.

Inside the Abyss…

There I lay inside this cold, damp and isolated ‘Abyss’ room. Minutes slowly turned to hours; God knows how long I was inside this beastly room for?

I am hungry and I am scared, not because of where I am and what is to become of my young womanhood, but what is in the present. Since I’ve been here I’ve not taken a shit. I’m in the newly school-uniform: which I personally enjoy wearing, but not this damn thick nappy!

I had no doubt when Kerri needled me, I was in-fact spiked with a laxative of some kind. I got up from the dusty floor, I placed my small hands onto my small tummy: I had two choices: one: let go and do my business in the nappy, or two: the other way.

It was pitch black, at first I managed to place my hands over the walls so I can try and get a good picture of what the room looks like. Once I quickly done that, I ripped of my pantyhose/tights and I went into the corner of the dark room: after feeling with my hands that there’s a corner angle.

I ripped of the large soft and padded nappy:

“No! No! No!” – I shouted out loud. I was not going to become an ‘Adult Baby Slave’ that easy and I sure not going to lose control of my bowels and bladder.

With the large disposable nappy in one hand, I kept hold of it so I won’t lose it in the dark.

I squatted in the corner of the Abyss and I felt it: I released my bowels onto the concrete floor of the room; it was an immense relief: out of my system and not into a fucking nappy; mushing around my cute bottom.

I wiped my cute ass with the nappy; it was disgusting; un-human and degrading; I felt like the worse young lady in the world; no man would ever want to know me or fuck me if he ever saw me in this state.

As does come with shit, is the smell.

“Jesus.” – I commented holding my nose.

Then, I heard a noise: it was the air vent on the celling of the room, which could only mean one thing: the bitches are watching me right now! There must be a night vision camera high above on one of the walls; looking down at my state.

The smell was leaving the room…but that was the start of it.

The Abyss’s door opened and both Gillian and Kerri turned on a light from the outside; I rubbed my eyes and looked up to their sadistic and smiling lips:

“So missy, are you sorry for making a scene for your Mummy and Nanny?” – Gillian politely asked me.

“No I’m not sorry! You both are trying to turn me into your slave and pimp me out to dirty old men!” – I shouted at them in a fit of rage.

Both women looked at each-other, then back at me.

“What you did to Mr. Saville’s cock was awful, but we have something planned for the next time.” – Gillian told me with a smile.

“Where is he?” – I lightly asked in nervousness.

“Mr. Saville has taken back his money to put towards his upcoming trial; we won’t see him ever again.” – Kerri answered grinning at Gillian.

The bitches then got down to the present:

“Well then, does my baby girl like shitting in the corner of her chamber and not in her nappy?” – Gillian cooed at me as she walked closer, as I walked backwards.

“I’m not your baby girl! Piss off and leave me alone!” – I shouted in mixed emotions of sadness.

“May I ask you something Natalie?” – Gillian softly asked me.

“What!” – I shouted back at her.

“Have you ever had a puppy?” – Gillian again softly asked me.

“Huh?” – I asked in confusion.

“A puppy dog you stupid girl?” – Gillian snapped.

“Of course I had a puppy once you fat cow!” – I shouted to Gillian in a bratty tone and manner.

“So you are fully aware what owners do to puppies that piss and shit in the corner right?” – Gillian asked me and both her and Kerri walked closer to me, I walked backwards hitting my back onto the wall.

I looked to my side at the massive pile of shit I made, then back up to Gillian and Kerri. Kerri was holding up a long black dog lead.

“No!!” – I shouted and wiggled my body dressed as a schoolgirl, naked from the waist down. I tried to stand up, but couldn’t from the needle Kerri gave me earlier.

“Oh yes Natalie, if you don’t want to become my baby girl, then you’ll become my dog and given that latter, you made a poopy so you know what’s coming.” – Gillian calmly informed me.

Kerri placed the dog lead and collar around my neck, I was in a fit of tears and I was now getting pulled along the chamber.

Feet away from my pile of shit, Gillian grabbed my ponytailed hair and pushed my lovely face into my own mess.

“This is what we do to young puppies that shit in their owner’s home and not outside.” – Gillian shouted to me as my tears now inflicted into my shit.

Kerri left the chamber, returning with my nappy changing bag over her shoulder.

Gillian pulled me away from my shit:

“Baby girl or puppy it’s your choice?” – Gillian firmly asked me as my eyeballs were flooded in tears.

“Well?” – Gillian firmly asked me as she then pulled me nearer to my shit.

“Baby girl, I’ll be your baby girl!” – I screamed in a fit of tears and sorrow.

Gillian looked to Kerri and tilted her head. Kerri came over and with Pampers baby wipes and a clean towel she wiped my face clean. Afterward Kerri cleaned up my shit; she took the dirty nappy and my old pantyhose and left the chamber.

“Now then, you fuck me again and it’ll be far worse than doggy degradation, understood missy?” – Gillian firmly asked me.

“Yes mummy!” – I shouted in tears, holding tightly onto Gillian’s ankles, not realising that I just called Gillian ‘Mummy’.

“Good girl Natalie, you’re finally learning your place, come Mummy and Nanny will fix you with something to eat. All will be well, just let go and become my baby girl.” – Gillian cooed down at me as she unstrapped the dog collar and led from me.

Kerri returned:

“Everything is set.” – Kerri informed Gillian.

“What?” – I asked sniffing my nose.

“Mummy has a surprise for her baby girl upstairs, come along we haven’t got all night.” – Gillian told me as she and Kerri help me stand with now support.

“Night?” – I asked.

“Yeah, you’ve been kept in here for ten hours.” – Kerri informed me.

There I was half naked and being led back upstairs to await my ‘surprise’…

Written by: Croc

13.

The Guest’s Arrival…

There I was in my playpen looking over to the large baby blue potty chair fit for only one bottom: me.

Mummy came back into the living room and walked over to my playpen:

“Is my widdle boy ready for his breakfast?” – Mummy cooed.

I looked up at Mummy then over to the potty; Mummy looked over to the potty chair then back down at me:

“Yes John, that potty chair is yours and its part of your situation.” – Mummy giggled with a smile.

“Situation Mummy?” – I asked in fear.

“Why do little boys have short memories?” – Mummy sighed to herself in disappointment.

Mummy leaned forward to look down deep into my blue eyes:

“Like Mummy told you on your birthday: I will purposely try to potty train you in front of schoolgirls, knowing full well you can’t make the toilet like a big boy. I meant every word. Mummy is going out for the day, and she needs experienced and mature young ladies to care for her baby boy.” – Mummy told me.

**Ding-Dong** the doorbell rang

“God these girls are so professional.” – Mummy said in praise.

Mummy stood at the front-door, she looked over to me and gave me a wink and blew me a kiss:

“You’re going to enjoy this.” – Mummy whispered.

Mummy then opened the front-door and in came three schoolgirls: dressed in their school-uniforms, pantyhose, black blazers, white shirts, red stripped ties and grey mini-skirts: all 18-years-old of course.

“Girls, here is my baby boy!” – Mummy announced proudly.

The girls stood at the door in a fit of giggles as they looked over to me.

“Go on, he won’t bite.” – Mummy informed the girls.

I sucked hard and fast on my dummy, sweat began to form across my forehead and my facial cheeks started to blush in red.

The girls walked over to me, I could smell there perfume: I wanted to have an erect cock but I couldn’t get it up: the lustful emotions were urging around my body of these three girls.

“Aww, what a cute baby boy you have Karen.” – Leanne commented.

Leanne: 18-years-old, long straight black hair, medium height, natural figure.

“He’s so adorable. You’re so adorable Johnny yes you are!” – Sophie cooed stroking my hair.

Sophie: 18-years-old, short cropped ginger hair, medium height, and busty chest.

“Just like my baby brother, nappied and ready to be loved and cared for.” – Jodie cooed as she tickled my chin.

Jodie: 18-years-old, long brunette hair in a ponytail, tall heighted with curvy figure.

Mummy walked over to the girls:

“Girls, I’ve read your CV’s and you are without any doubt the elite caregivers that my little boy needs. I understand that being the eldest in your school year, with A-Level exams coming up and boys on your minds, that the last thing you need to care for my baby boy.” – Mummy informed the girls.

“It’s not a problem Mrs. Mitchell, we are honoured to looked after little Johnny, since it’ll go on record for our exams.” – Leanne told Mummy.

“Thank you all for this. There’s food in the cupboards and fridge, go and help yourselves, remember to feed Johnny at mid-day, check his nappy for changes, put him down for his nap…” – Mummy explained to the girls but was cut off.

“Karen, he’s in safe hands, we’ve babysat lots of times, and we know our profession.” – Jodie giggled.

“That’s right, I’m sorry, I forget sometimes on how girls are so mature than boys, oh well…can you give us a minute?” – Mummy asked the girls, who smiled and walked away to the far side of the living room.

Mummy walked up to me, I was on the edge of tears:

“Now you’ll be a good boy for these young ladies, they have my permission not to take any of your shit. Somewhere deep inside that little mind of yours, you might believe that you’re still 19-years-old, but you’re not: you’re two-years-old. Be a good boy and make me proud: I will have them give me a report on your behaviour. I love you so much Johnny.” – Mummy lightly told me as she kissed my forehead and walked away from me.

I looked over to the girls who were winking at me and giggling.

“Mummy!” – I cried out in tears with my arms hanging out of the playpen.

Mummy with her handbag over her shoulder turned round looking at me:

“Mummy has left you in great care, right girls?” – Mummy said out loud looking over to the three schoolgirls.

“That’s right Mrs. Mitchell, we’ll take care of your little boy.” – Sophie seriously replied.

Mummy walked over to the front-door.

“Girls, a word please.” – Mummy announced.

The schoolgirls rushed over to Mummy:

“Take this, if he’s a good boy unlock his chastity and reward him. Remember to take pictures of my baby boy on his potty chair: and I want a full detailed report later on, have a nice day.” – Mummy lightly told the girls as she gave Leanne the key to unlock my chastity device.

Mummy left the house, leaving me alone with these three beautiful and ‘innocent’ schoolgirls.

“Let the babysitting begin.” – Jodie announced as she, Leanne and Sophie licked their lips with their tasteful tongues eyeing up my nappied bottom…

14.

I was in the playpen looking from a far distance at these schoolgirl babysitters: Leanne, Jodie and Sophie. My Mummy has just left them in charge of me.

“Let the babysitting begin indeed.” – Sophie commented as she slowly licked her soft lips.

Leanne pulled both girls back towards her and they were whispering and giggling: I could only overhear part of it:

“So…that’s the plan…we have the house to ourselves for the day…I know hehe…this will be good oral training for you Sophie…you’re still a virgin unlike us two…trust me…I’ve got it all planned out…let’s start by feeding the baby.” – The girls spoke to each-other.

I continued to suck my dummy hard and fast pretending it was my Kimmy’s breasts.

The three girls walked up to my playpen and stared down at me, I was scared, for I don’t know what this girls are up to, I was later, going to find out…

“Johnny, we’re going to feed you your Ready Break in your highchair, and then we’re going to have some fun.” – Leanne cooed down at me as she lightly pitched my facial cheek.

I grabbed my dummy then pulled it from my drooling mouth:

“What are you up to? I want answers! This is my house!” – I shouted to the three girls, who remained calm, looked at each-other and nodded.

Jodie grabbed my Crocodile onesie and pulled me into her bosom: I was forced to look up at her small and beautiful face, with the other two girls at her side:

“We are your babysitters, and we deserve respect! How dare you shout at us little boy? You’re the one in a nappy not us!” – Jodie firmly told me.

“Fuck you, I’m older than you and I want you to leave my house!” – I shouted back to Jodie.

“Older than us? Come on John, you’re the one who wants to live a toddler lifestyle, you’re the one who wants to be babied.” – Sophie commented with a sniggered look.

“This is your Mummy’s house, and she has left us in charge of you, now, are you going to play ball and let us care for you, or are you going to be a brat and force us three into enforcing some humiliating situations upon you: just like the big boy potty chair over there hmm?” – Leanne calmly asked me.

I had to think carefully…I knew that any bad boy antics from me, and I’d be spanked and humiliatingly filmed again…

“I’m sworry.” – I mumbled as I fell on my sword of dignity.

“We can’t hear you little boy.” – Sophie teased.

“I’m sworry!” – I shouted.

“Good boy Johnny, now let us feed you like a sweet and handsome widdle baby boy you are.” – Leanne cooed.

I nodded in agreement. The three girls then within minutes fed me as I sat strapped into my high chair in the kitchen.

After my late breakfast at 10am, the girls placed me back into the living room…then soon enough fate happened.

“What’s that god awful stench?” – Jodie asked as she placed her fingers on her nose.

“Well, who the fuck else would it be huh?” – Leanne bluntly asked out loud.

The three schoolgirls looked at me, sweat was pouring from my forehead in panic:

“Tell me John; did you make poopy?” – Sophie cooed in a teasing tone.

I nodded in agreement

“Jesus, so you like to shit yourself as well as wear a nappy?” – Leanne asked me as she rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Come. Off to the Nursery we go, so we can change your stinky bottom.” – Jodie cooed softly as she and Sophie took hold of each of my hands and helped me up the stairs, Leanne followed behind eyeing up my large nappied bottom.

Inside my Nursery

We all entered the Nursery…

“Oh wow! This is well lovely much better seeing it in the flesh than seeing the pictures on Facebook.” – Sophie praised to her delight.

“I concur with Sophie.” – Jodie commented as she impressively observed my Nursery.

“Let’s get down to it girls.” – Leanne snapped.

The girls had lifted me onto my changing table. They undressed me of my Crocodile onesie, then shoved my Croc dummy back into my mouth:

“Little boys should be seen and not heard. And we don’t want to hear you, unless we want to hear you: understand baby boy?” – Jodie cooed.

I nodded in agreement.

“I’ll turn on the air vent.” – Leanne told the girls as she turned on the air vent in the nursery that sucks out the bad and disgusting scent of one’s shit.

Jodie and Sophie unstrapped my large shitty disposable nappy:

“Fucking hell!” – Jodie commented nearly gagging.

“Aww this is so natural for widdle boys, I’m used to this.” – Sophie softly commented as she took my shitty nappy in her experienced babysitting stride.

Leanne passed Jodie and Sophie a fresh pack of Pampers baby wipes so they all can wipe my cute bottom with their small hands.

“Just be careful that you don’t get any of the baby’s shit on our school uniforms alright.” – Sophie carefully informed her two peers.

Sophie rolled the dirty nappy into a square then placed it deep into a few plastic bags then gave it to Leanne:

“Here, throw this into the recycle bin in the front garden; John’s Mummy would do the same.” – Sophie advised Leanne.

“I’m more than happy to.” – Leanne said as she held my dirty nappy at arm’s length as she left the Nursery.

“Maybe the naughty boys from school should be given this treatment by their mummies and sisters; that way they’d think twice in not messing around in school and sexually use us.” – Jodie commented to Sophie as both girls baby wiped down my tummy, crotch and bottom.

“Good boys should also get this treatment: in my opinion most boys are like toddlers, they need a fair and firm women/girlfriend in their lives to maternal them, care for them and love them…even change their poopy bottoms, isn’t that right Johnny?” – Sophie cooed down at me.

Leanne returned from disposing of my dirty nappy.

“Here release Johnny from that awful object.” – Leanne ordered Jodie as she held out the key to my chastity device.

“You think that’s wise Leanne? His Mummy wouldn’t approve.” – Jodie replied in a worry.

“We need to clean his cock with baby wipes…and – well you know?” – Leanne hinted to Jodie and Sophie.

Jodie nodded and grabbed the key, she soon release my cock from the chastity device; I was liberated!

Sophie and Jodie giggled as they deeply and carefully cleaned my shrivelled cock with baby wipes…which was now beginning to erect…

“baby powder him, then lay him onto his changing mat on the floor here.” – Leanne commanded to her school friends.

Jodie and Sophie did just that: they powdered me down – like Mummy done earlier – with a huge amount of Johnston’s baby powder: It felt great!

Sophie threw the dirty baby wipes into the Nursery bin. Jodie and Sophie then grabbed my arms and placed me down onto my large soft changing mat.

“I need my nappy!” – I pleaded in a whine.

“You don’t need a nappy for this Johnny.” – Leanne told me with a wide smirk.

All three girls sat beside me; in view I can smell their perfumes, their detailed and beautiful faces and smiles, not forgetting their school-uniforms.

“What’s going on?” – I asked in fear.

“You know what Johnny, I’ve always wanted to please you…maybe on the outside I’m just a bitch, but on the inside, deep down: I am submissive and so are Jodie and Sophie…” – Leanne softly informed me as she grabbed hold of my now erect dick.

“Leanne this is wrong…I’m with Kim; I love her.” – I pleaded as I’m on the edge of tears.

“Aww her? Ha! Forget about her Johnny, you have us three here now: this is lust not love…what you think I am a ‘sweet innocent and naïve schoolgirl?’” – Leanne firmly asked me as she placed her face close to mine.

“I…I…” – I tried to find the words, but my lips were now connected to those of Leanne’s.

She was kissing me slow and softly: lots of tongue action…then she pulled back:

“Go on Jodie.” – Leanne commanded.

Jodie smiled and she then grew closer to me, placing her fine pink lipstick lips onto mine, we were French kissing passionately…until she pulled away.

I looked to Sophie and without command she sat on top of me and started to French kiss me just the same as Leanne and Jodie. (Truth be told: I preferred Sophie’s French kissing to the other two girls).

Sophie like clockwork backed off me and she moved away from on top of my body, Leanne with her small hands grabbed my erected cock and started to stoke it slowly:

“Does the widdle baby like getting the attention of the three sexy schoolgirls?” – Leanne cooed wickedly.

I nodded…my orgasm was slowly building up.

“This is what good widdle boys get if they behave well for their babysitters…am I right Jodie?” – Leanne smiled to Jodie, giving her a wink.

Jodie’s face was inches from my erect cock and with that she smiled at me then placed my erect cock deep into her small mouth…things were only going to faster.

As Jodie slowly sucked my dick:

“Being the only daughter of the school headmistress one can get away with anything Johnny: you think I give a shit about your relationship with Kim? Look around you…you’re better off as a toddler boy…” – Leanne calmly told me.

Jodie spat on the top of my cock and with her tougne she licked it all around:

“Ah!” – I gasped in satisfaction.

Jodie smiled and then looked to Leanne who nodded. It was Sophie’s turn!

Sophie – sweet Sophie was inches from my sucked and erected cock…

“Leanne…I can’t…I don’t know if I…” – Sophie pleaded in hesitation.

Leanne and Jodie grabbed Sophie’s hair and forceful my erected cock into her sweet mouth:

“That’s right you virgin slut! You suck this sweet widdle boys pee-pee, you suck it hard and fast – just like when we practiced on the banana!” – Leanne firmly told Sophie, who was doing a great job.

“Come on Sophie, do it for the team!” – Jodie cheered as she clapped her hands getting turned on by this whole scene.

“I’m…I’m…going to explode!” – I gasped in orgasm.

“You hear that bitch? Baby boy is soon going to squirt and you’re going to suck and swallow him dry like the good little girl you are!” – Leanne commanded as she still held on tightly to Sophie’s hair.

“Ahhhh!” – I screamed in joy as I orgasmed into the schoolgirl’s mouth.

Sophie nearly gagged, but she learned fast enough: she swallowed my semen.

Leanne then held up Sophie’s hair and looked at her cummed mouth:

“What do you think?” – Leanne asked her friend.

“I loved it…I want some more.” – Sophie giggled in shyness.

Jodie gave Sophie a baby wipe so she could wipe her mouth.

Like with most boys; my cock went limp.

“Nappy time baby boy!” – Leanne rejoiced and Jodie grabbed a Cuddlz nappy and placed it around my waist.

Once nappied Leanne grabbed my wrists and tied me up to my crib bars:

“What the fuck?” – I asked in horror.

“Trust me Johnny.” – Leanne softly told me as she left me.

I looked up and I saw the three girls walking to the far end of my Nursery talking to each-other:

“I really want to do this, to experience this…Sophie?” – Jodie whispered.

“Sod it, what’s the worst that can happen?” – Sophie submissively commented.

“A big part of us have craved this since our early teens…let’s do it.” – Leanne smiled to the girls who placed their hands in the middle together with happiness.

The girls walked back over to me, Sophie locked the Nursery door then followed suit.

“What is this about Leanne?” – I asked her for I am confused.

“Johnny, why the three are here is because of us and not you. What schoolgirl in their right minds would want to baby a teenage boy? Well, maybe there are a few, but that’s not the point. We are here to experience what you’re experiencing: babyhood.” – Leanne giggled innocently.

Jodie grabbed three large nappies from my large pile:

“Mrs. Mitchell won’t notice if a few of her baby boy’s nappies disappeared would she? Especially when her little man shits for England.” – Leanne commented.

“Leanne, er…there’s something…” – I tried to explain something to Leanne but she furiously grabbed my baby blue dummy gag and strapped it around my mouth:

“Little boys should be seen and not heard.” – Leanne told me in a pissed mood.

Jodie gave Sophie a nappy. Sophie giggled innocently. Leanne took hold of her nappy and all three girls placed it in front of them.

“Let’s do this girls.” – Leanne rejoiced.

All three schoolgirls where now taking off their school uniforms. First they undressed their school blazers, then untying their red-stripped school ties, throwing them onto my Nursery floor. I watched like a pervert as these striking looking young ladies, now undressing their white shirts, next came off their grey mini-skirts – dumping them onto the pile of school clothes, next came there black pantyhose, leaving them in there French panties and matching bras.

“This feels so good.” – Leanne commented with a giggle.

“Bloody does.” – Jodie replied.

The girls were now naked in my Nursery; they grabbed their nappies – my nappies – and tried to place on their nappy around their waists. It wasn’t any good; so the girls helped each-other out.

The girls stood in my Nursery wearing nothing but a nappy.

“Mmhph!” – I cried out through my dummy gag tilting my head up.

“Okay, we’ll give you an early nap baby boy.” – Sophie commented ignoring my signs as she unstrapped me from my crib bars.

Leanne and Jodie helped Sophie to restraint me in my crib; wrists and ankles. Once trapped in my crib, the girls took a moment to choose an option:

“It’s 10:30am; we are all tired…why don’t we take a nap with the baby boy? Johnny’s Mummy won’t be back till at least 7pm. The Nursery door is locked so we can’t get caught.” – Leanne calmly spoke to Jodie and Sophie.

“We’ve come this far; why not?” – Jodie smiled.

“Yeah, everything is foolproof, what can happen?” – Sophie told the girls with a smile.

Leanne nodded and soon enough the girl invited themselves into my large Adult Baby crib. Jodie locked the top of the crib, not knowing that it has to be unlocked from the outside!

The girls lay beside me, holding onto my hairless chest with one hand, and with the other they each took hold of one of my soft toys. Soon enough we all drifted off to sleep…

Mummy comes home…

Mummy came home – unplanned – at lunch time, she walked through the door:

“Girls, I’m back!” – Mummy rejoiced with a smile.

No answer or reply.

“Hmm…I wonder if they took my little Johnny to the park?” – Mummy asked herself.

Mummy walked over to the back of the kitchen to find my stroller still in place.

“Okay…” – Mummy was getting worried and angry now.

Mummy walked upstairs, she tried to open the Nursery door but couldn’t open it.

“Oh, the damn key is downstairs, stupid woman!” – Mummy told herself.

Mummy came downstairs, but she froze for a second, for she stared at one of the schoolgirls handbags.

“No girl or woman leaves without her handbag…” – Mummy commented.

Mummy then stared over to her computer; she had worries, so she used the computer:

“I have to be sure…” – Mummy assured herself.

As Mummy logged into the Nursery Video camera, the one that is secretly hidden within my Nursery and the one I tried to warn Leanne was now playing in front of my Mummy’s eyes.

Mummy was lost for words: which is rare for her. She was gobsmacked, she couldn’t believe that she was taken for a fool, by these schoolgirls, and for they were taking liberties with her baby boy’s sexual drive and nappies…

“What to do…” – Mummy commented.

Mummy knew we were all fast to sleep in my crib…

“But, why should these girls have all the fun and not myself?” – Mummy wickedly asked herself.

Mummy grabbed her mobile to inform all of the girl’s mothers, starting with Leanne’s mother – the school headmistress – my old headmistress:

“Hello Geena, it’s Karen, sorry to bother you but you need to come round mine this instant…it’s Leanne, her behaviour is not that of a young lady, only one of a younger age, likewise with Jodie and Sophie…it’s best for you to see for yourself…okay no problem see you in ten minutes…yes I’ll be calling up Jodie’s and Sophie’s mothers as well…Goodbye.” – Mummy calmly spoke on the mobile.

“One down, two to go…this is going to be fun.” – Mummy told herself with a wide smirk as she observed the live camera feed in my Nursery observing the three girls sleeping in her widdle boy’s crib…

Written by: Croc

15.

Jodie woke up hours later, she rubbed her eyes and looked out through the crib bars; her school clothes were gone! Jodie panicked:

“Leanne, wake up.” – Jodie said in panic as she rubbed the body of the ringleader.

“Sophie, wake up.” – Jodie said again in panic as she rubbed the body of her best friend.

The two girls woken up as I was still asleep.

“I was having a nice dream, something I couldn’t get in my bed at home; this better be good!” – Leanne bitched to Jodie as she rubbed her eyes and gave a yawn.

“Yeah, I have a nice nap to.” – Sophie yawned.

“Our school clothes have gone.” – Jodie bluntly told the two girls.

“What?” – Leanne gasped in panic.

Leanne then pushed Jodie out of the way, and looked through the crib bars to see that there school clothes that they stripped off had ‘disappeared’.

“Oh fuck.” – Leanne commented.

“Karen knows.” – Jodie told Leanne.

“But how?” – Sophie whined nearly crying out of fear.

Leanne looked down to my sleeping body:

“Wake him up.” – Leanne ordered Sophie.

Sophie looked down to me as I held my Teddy sleeping.

“Johnny’s looking so cute; it’ll be a shame to wake him.” – Sophie kindly thought.

“Now!” – Leanne snapped.

“No fuck you Leanne, you always boss me around.” – Sophie snapped back standing her ground.

Leanne pushed Sophie out of the way and shook my body hard and fast to wake me up.

“Get the fucking up John.” – Leanne firmly told me.

I woke up and looked up to a nervous Leanne.

“I want answers.” – Leanne told me.

“Mhpph!” – I said as I was still gagged.

Leanne quickly unstrapped my dummy gag from around my head and threw it somewhere in my crib. I was now able to speak.

“What answers?” – I told her.

“Our school clothes have gone!” – Leanne shouted.

“Yeah so?” – I replied not giving a toss.

“John, the nursery was locked how did your Mummy know?” – Jodie nicely asked me.

“There’s a hidden HD camera in the Nursery, high above in the ceiling somewhere, its Mummy’s way for protecting me in case my babysitters or carers take liberties of her baby boy; my Mummy trusts no-one. I tried to inform you when you started to strip off your uniforms, but you bitches gagged me.” – I truthfully informed the girls who were only wearing my disposable nappies.

“Jesus my life and reputation is over…I’m going to become a retarded nappy girl just like you are being an adult baby.” – Leanne commented in light tears knowing the power of her mother: Geena.

“I’ll take that as a compliment; I’m getting use to my babyhood again: I’m enjoying it.” – I told the girls.

“We need to get out of this crib.” – Jodie positively announced as she tried to lift up the top of my crib.

“You can’t open it: my Mummy made it so only she can open it from the outside, if a fire was lit the emergency button of the crib is on her mobile.” – I told Jodie.

“Christ it’s like a prison, I’m scared.” – Sophie cried as she grabbed a Winnie the Pooh bear in her hands.

Leanne wiped her tears from her cheeks:

“We need to make up a story, I have no doubt that Karen has rang up our mothers about our antics.” – Leanne told Jodie and Sophie.

“It’s no use in lying Leanne, we’ll be in deeper shit than we are right now.” – Jodie commented.

“Yeah, maybe our mums want us to lie to entrap us.” – Sophie thought.

“Just listen to me, follow my version of events and we’ll get out of this mess.” – Leanne firmly bossed Jodie and Sophie.

Jodie and Sophie looked to each other for a moment but then the Nursery door opened and the Nursery light was switched on…In walked Karen followed by Geena (Leanne’s mum), Carol (Jodie’s mum) and Zoe (Sophie’s mum).

The three schoolgirls – for the first time – were all silent and embarrassed. Mummy got down to it:

“See, just like what I showed you on the Nursery video.” – Mummy declared to the three mums who looked really pissed and angry.

“Karen, get the girls out of Johnny’s crib please.” – Geena commented as she folded her arms, Carol and Zoe nodded in agreement.

Mummy opened the top of the crib and let the three girls out, Mummy stroke my hair and gave me a kiss on the cheek:

“I’m leaving you in here John for the short moment, don’t worry Mummy has sorted something out.” – Mummy whispered giving me a wink and she locked the top of my crib again; leaving me to witness the coming actions.

Leanne, Jodie and Sophie stood in full view of their mothers only wearing a large thick Cuddlz nappy in shame.

Geena Ford: 41-years-old, School Headmistress, medium height, slim, short black hair, natural breasts, wearing a feminine suit.

“So girls are you going to tell us what happened and why you did it?” – Geena asked the young ladies but was staring at her daughter Leanne.

“Well-I…what it is…” – Sophie tried to tell the truth but was cut off.

“It’s was Johnny’s idea!” – Leanne announced.

The three mums looked to Leanne.

“Really?” – Geena asked her daughter.

“Yes, he wanted us to strip in front of him, he gets turned on when teenage girls wear nappies, he’s just a dirty pervert he seduced all three of us.” – Leanne lied to the women as she formed Crocodile tears.

“Are you telling us the truth Leanne?” – Geena firmly asked her daughter.

“Yes mother I am.” – Leanne pouted.

Geena turned to Carol.

Carol Ryder: 43-years-old, Business woman, short, curvy figure, long blonde hair, busty chest.

Carol then looked to her daughter Jodie:

“Jodie is what Leanne told us the truth?” – Carol firmly asked her daughter as they both looked into each other’s eyes.

“Yes mum, Leanne’s right.” – Jodie mumbled in pouted lips.

Carol looked to Geena and then the two women looked to Zoe.

Zoe Clark: 39-years-old, nurse, tall, ginger haired and natural breasts.

Zoe nodded to Geena to give permission. Geena looked to Sophie who was still holding Winnie the Pooh in her tiny right hand.

“Sophie, are the girls correct?” – Geena calmly asked the meek schoolgirl.

Sophie looked up to Geena with growing confidence:

“No! Leanne forced me to suck Johnny’s cock, it’s on the video! Leanne said she always wanted to wear nappies, and she’s attracted to the age-play scene. She told me this at school, she wanted to use being a babysitter to Johnny so she can steal, wear and use his nappies. There are so many of them, she thought that Karen wouldn’t notice. I’m so sorry that this has happened I feel so ashamed.” – Sophie bluntly told the truth as looked up to her mother.

Zoe stepped forward and gave her one and only daughter a cuddle:

“Aww, sweetheart I’m glad you were honest, unlike some other girls.” – Zoe commented sternly as she looked to Leanne and Jodie.

“Yeah it’s true! I was scared, that’s why I lied to you mummy.” – Jodie mumbled as tears were filling up in her eyeballs.

Carol rushed over to cuddle her daughter.

“They’re lying, I’ve been set up!” – Leanne shouted in a fit of rage.

“Leanne Ford, that’s enough!” – Geena shouted back to her daughter.

“But mum…” – Leanne tried to speak but was cut off.

“Leanne, we have all seen the video footage, you are the ringleader in this awful oral quickie – you are the one who first stripped off your uniform and put on a nappy. Do you really enjoy the age-play scene?” – Geena asked her daughter.

“Well…” – Leanne began to figure out an answer to her mother.

But the girls and ladies were cut off by something:

“What’s that smell?” – Geena commented as she sniffed her nose.

“Johnny did you go poopy?” – Mummy asked me out loud.

“No mummy.” – I replied showing her my nappied bottom.

“It’s not my little boy. Maybe it’s one of your widdle girls?” – Mummy rejoiced sadistically hinting to the three mothers that it’s one of the girls.

Carol turned Jodie around and placed her hand into her nappied bottom:

“Jodie I swear if it’s you? You’ll be in nappies for two months 24/7 and that includes wearing them to school.” – Carol firmly informed her daughter.

“It’s not me.” – Jodie cried.

“No it’s not. But because of your bad behaviour you will need to be punished, so when we get home you will wear nappies 24/7 for a full week. You will learn that it’s not nice wearing nappies all the time, maybe then you’ll think twice about the next time in following someone’s lead.” – Carol told her daughter who fell to the floor in a flood of tears.

Zoe smiled and checked her daughter’s nappied bottom.

“You’re such a good girl Sophie…but Carol’s right, you two will wear nappies to school and at home 24/7 for a full week, to teach you that you will never do something this stupid again.” – Zoe kindly told her daughter.

“I’m so sorry mummy.” – Sophie cried as she placed her head into her mother’s chest.

Mummy looked over to Geena and Leanne:

“Well, there’s only one nappied bottom left to check.” – Mummy smiled looking at Leanne.

“This is bullshit! I’m eighteen not two!” – Leanne shouted.

Geena turned her daughter round to shocking find her bottom filled with shit!

“Enough is enough!” – Geena shouted in anger.

“Mum it’s an accident!” – Leanne cried with real tears and emotion.

“Crocodile tears won’t cut it Leanne; I can’t believe what kind of a daughter I’ve raised: a schoolgirl slut. I’ve heard other rumours of your sexual contact with boys and of your domination; but now I’ve seen and heard it all: You want to be a baby? Okay! You can become one of these ‘Adult Babies’ starting right now.” – Geena announced as she grabbed hold of Leanne’s wrist and pulled her out of my Nursery.

“Mum I can’t go outside like this! People will see me!” – Leanne begged to her mother.

“You should of thought of that when you put on that nappy, come on I’ll even transform your bedroom into a new nursery: you’d like that, like you said ‘You’ll sleep better in a crib that you do in your bed’ I’ll put a large order online with those Cuddlz nappies; I’ll throw away all your big girl panties, kickers and bras – Everything in your life will change…and I will also inform your younger sister about your new status: I’d know she’d love to have a baby sister, and it’ll help her out with her childcare diploma at school.’ – Geena ruthlessly told Leanne.

Leanne just cried and cried. The ‘fittest’ schoolgirl of the school and daughter of the school headmistress was now going back to the life of babyhood…and she couldn’t do shit about it.

Geena paused for a moment on the landing:

“Karen?” – Geena called for Mummy.

Mummy poked her head round from the door.

“Yes Geena?” – Mummy asked.

“Ring Lucy, tell her there’s going to be a new little girl that’ll be joining her toddler centre, fax me the paperwork.” – Geena smiled.

“Sure I’ll give a call. Bye Leanne.” – Mummy cruelly replied getting her revenge on Leanne.

Geena left our home holding a nappied Leanne to her car, strapping her in the back seat; forcing her shitty nappy to expand on her toned and firm bottom.

Back in my Nursery:

“It’s time for din-dins, come on.” – Carol cooed to Jodie.

“Mum I can’t leave here wearing just a nappy!” – Jodie protested.

“Leanne did and so can you…would you like a spanked bottom?” – Carol calmly asked her daughter.

“No mummy.” – Jodie mumbled.

“Great let’s go.” – Carol said as she led her daughter out of my Nursery holding her hand.

“Carol, would you like me to also call Lucy?” – Mummy hinted with a smirk.

“If things don’t improve; yes. I’ll keep you posted Karen.” – Carol told Mummy with a smile.

Carol and Jodie then left my home. Zoe and her daughter Sophie were the last ones.

“Oh Sophie I’m so proud of you; for sticking up for yourself against those mean bitches. You’re still going to be punished, but afterwards, if you do want to wear and use nappies; just tell me, I hope the one lesson we both can learn from this, is that we keep no more secrets. Come, let’s go home and we’ll take more in-depth about your options and emotions.” – Zoe kindly told her daughter.

“I love you mummy.” – Sophie cried with happiness and she cuddled her mum.

“I love you too.” – Zoe replied as she kissed her daughter’s forehead.

Zoe stood up and took hold of Sophie’s hand then looked to Mummy:

“Karen, I am thankful for you calling me round, to view the video. We’re going home now to discuss things, if Sophie does want to be an Adult Baby Girl, then if that’s okay with you? Johnny can have his first playmate?” – Zoe informed Mummy.

“Only if Sophie wants her babyhood back, then yes.” – Mummy smiled taking a nice shine to Sophie.

“That’s great, here is Winnie.” – Zoe told Mummy holding up the soft toy.

“Sophie can keep him, more girls like Winnie than boys, can you see yourself out I need to tell my widdle boy something.” – Mummy told Zoe.

“Sure and thanks again.” – Zoe smiled and she gave Winnie the Pooh bear back to Sophie.

Sophie held onto Winnie the Pooh as she left the Nursery with joyful smiles and in small moments Zoe and her daughter left our home.

Mummy and I were left alone in the Nursery, mummy walked up to me:

“What a day ay? John I’m sorry for leaving you with those young ladies – little girls. They screwed me over, but not to worry, Mummy called Cheryl over: she’ll become your number-one babysitter from now on; just like it was all those years ago. I’m going to put on some din-dins. Cheryl will be coming over later to see you in the flesh and I don’t want her to be disappointed. Play with your toys in your crib while Mummy prepares your supper. I love you so much.” – Mummy kindly and lovely told me as she blew me as kiss.

Mummy left me in my crib to play with my soft toys and to leave me with my thoughts on what just happened…

Written by: Croc

6.

So there I was; crawling on all fours bare naked, peeking up my crazy girlfriend Sarah’s vintage dress; eyeing her French panties drooling at her curvy bottom.

I followed her from the Queen Suite of this bizarre fetish hotel into the next room, Sarah opened the door:

“Welcome to your room Muffin.” – Sarah giggled as she held her tiny hands over her tasteful lips.

I looked beyond Sarah’s beauty and behind her presence was a large furnished Nursery; the Nursery is decorated with baby blue paint, with an adult changing table, which was laid before a large window: with no curtains or blinds!

To my right is a massive prison cell looking adult baby crib; filled with soft teddies, and next to it was a unit of draws, filled with clothes.

“Tony this is your life for the next two days, and I’m not going to take any of your shit.” – Sarah calmly warned me.

I sat on the thick soft carpet at looked up to my smiling girlfriend:

“Please Sarah…please I don’t…” – I hesitated in my voice wanting to change my mind.

Sarah knew what I wanted to say:

“Look this weekend is for my pleasure and for my pleasure only, now Tony, make your Mummy proud…tell me what I want to hear from you eh?” – Sarah softly told me with a smirk manipulating my situation.

“Mummy…I-I…want to…” – I started to emotionally confess my submission.

“That’s it baby; tell Mummy that this is what you want: to be Mummy’s sweet baby boy this weekend.” – Sarah softly encouraged me as she licked her lips with her fine tongue getting turned on with my pathetic and naked position.

“No! This is wrong!” – I snapped in rage.

Sarah’s face turned to anger; she was pissed. Sarah walked passed me and opened the top draw of the unit and pulled out a thick wooden paddle. Sarah held it in her hand turned her head looking at me and gave me a silent smirk:

“Mummy: no!” – I announced as I started to make a run from her…but it was no use.

Sarah rushed over to me, grabbed my hair and pulled me back from the Nursery door:

“Tony, Mummy is very disappointed in her widdle boy; I tried to do this the easy way, but you’re too dumb to do this the easy way, so muffin the hard way it is.” – Sarah sighed as she dragged me over to a large wooden chair.

“Mummy, please don’t I’ll be a good baby boy for you!” – I cried knowing what’s going to happen.

Sarah then froze in her tracks; she bent forward and looked me deeply in each other’s eyes:

“You want to be a good baby boy for your Mummy?” – Sarah asked me.

“Yes Mummy.” – I replied.

“And you really want to make me proud of you?” – Sarah calmly asked me.

“Yes Mummy I really want to please you and make you proud of me: I love you!” – I screamed in tears and I held her hands in fear.

Sarah stood with self-satisfaction and delight; she knew that she is so near to become my Mummy…

“So are you going to listen to your Mummy and not question her commands?” – Sarah softly asked me as she looked down upon my snotty and teary face.

“I sure will Mummy; I don’t want to lose you.” – I softly told Sarah as I sniffed my nose.

“Then, Mummy is happy…but you still need a good spanked bottom.” – Sarah bluntly told me.

“But you said…” – I tried to think of what she just said.

“I said what? That Mummy is happy? Yes I am! But no little boy of mine is going to run riot under my care: being my baby boy means that you’re going to be under my small thumb: your soon-to-be nappied ass is mine and I can’t take liberties. This is for your own good.” – Sarah sternly told me.

I cried a little bit more; Sarah withdrew a hanky from her front dress pocket and wiped my nose:

“Tony, I personally believe little boys – men – need a firm and nurturing hand from their wives and girlfriends; Mummy loves you and be a big boy and take your spanking, come on muffin.” – Sarah softly told me as she kissed my forehead.

I nodded what else could I do?

Sarah grabbed my hand and placed me over her fine thighs, positioning me into the spanking position:

“Tony you’re a broken naked and weak man; some man you are; maybe babyhood is the only life you can lead where you’ll get pity and respect from? I shall find out soon enough. Now, l be a good boy and remember pain is caused because you have displeased your Mummy: I want you to intake this mentality inside your puny mind.” – Sarah told me as she rubbed my bum cheeks with her hand.

“I will Mummy.” – I mumbled.

“Good boy now…” – Sarah smiled as she began to spank my bottom:

“Will you be a good baby boy this weekend for your Mummy?” – Sarah shouted as she spanked my bottom with the paddle.

“Ow!” – I screamed in pain as I kicked my legs.

“Answer your Mummy!!” – Sarah shouted as she spanked away fast and firmly on my pale bottom.

“I’ll be your baby boy Mummy!!” – I cried.

Sarah then grabbed my hair and pulled it back:

“Good, now will you wear and use the nappies Mummy puts you in?” – Sarah asked me hinting my future after my spanking.

“Yes Mummy I’ll wear the nappies that my Mummy puts on me.” – I cried.

“And?” – Sarah asked me as she spanked away.

“And I so want to be your baby Mummy, I want to crawl, drool and by the best little boy for you.” – I cried.

The latter was music to Sarah’s ears, her faced beamed with joy and with that she stopped spanking my bottom. Sarah placed the paddle onto the nursery floor along with weak body.

I placed my two hands onto my red and spanked bottom, Sarah stood from her chair:

“Oh no little boy, hands go on top of your head now!” – Sarah warned me.

I did just that.

Sarah walked over to the changing table; underneath she grabbed a large disposable teddy looking nappy unfolded it and gave me a glimpse of it:

“Cuddlz nappies are the best…the best nappies in England.” – Sarah giggled.

Sarah grabbed a bag from underneath the changing table:

“Tony, this is your new nappy changing bag; Mummy will have it with her at all times for this weekend.” – Sarah smiled over to me.

I didn’t bother to reply, I was in fear for another spanking.

“Crawl over to your Mummy muffin.” – Sarah smiled as she pointed her right index finger to the changing table.

I turned round and began to crawl on all fours, ignoring the pain on my bum.

At her tiny size-5 feet I looked up to my beautiful girlfriend – now Mummy:

“Don’t just look up at Mummy, move your cute bottom onto the changing table, so Mummy can nappy you.” – Sarah announced.

I stood up from the carpet as I was commanded; Sarah lightly slapped my bottom and gave herself a giggle. I placed myself onto this changing table – which looked common for disabled adults.

Sarah grabbed something from my new nappy changing bag:

“Now suck on this! I want you to get use to sucking on your new dummy, for soon you’ll be sucking the fresh milk from my large and natural pumped breasts.” – Sarah rejoiced in proudness as she shoved this dark green NUK6 dummy into my drooling mouth.

I sucked on the dummy; I must admit it calmed me down from my spanked bottom, but not for the next part.

I was laying on my back on this changing table preparing to have a babyish nappy across my bottom, I turned to my left to look out of the large window to see two ladies in their early 20s’ dressed as schoolgirls looking up laughing and pointing to my naked and hairless position. Sweet began to form across my forehead.

Sarah opened the window:

“Hi ladies, as you can see I have a baby of a boyfriend, what is a girl to do? I see you downstairs at the bar later for a drink and a catch up while my little one is asleep in his crib.” – Sarah laughed down to the ladies.

The ladies gave a thumb’s up to Sarah and walked away from my view. Sarah shut the window then looked down to me:

“It’s okay muffin, there’s no secrets at this hotel baby, trust Mummy, what goes on at the hotel stays at the hotel…only with a few couples hehe.” – Sarah giggled telling me.

Sarah began to wipe me down with Pampers baby wipes: it felt good…then she supplied nappy rash cream over my balls, bum crack and bum cheeks. She then rubbed in a large amount of Johnston’s baby powder over my body. She placed down the bottle and with her tiny hands she rubbed the powder in and out, deep and all over my body. My skin was smooth and soft.

Unknown to me, Sarah undressed her French panties, and climbed onto the changing table, she looked down to me:

“You become my baby in every way and Mummy will reward you like now.” – Sarah cooed to me with affection.

Sarah then placed her thighs over my crotch, I looked up to her:

“We haven’t fucked for a good few months, until now…oh you worried about making me pregnant? Ha-ha! Aw don’t worry baby Mummy is on the pill: you can cum inside me as much as you please and I want that now!” – Sarah cooed with a dirty facial manner.

Sarah grabbed my now cummed-ready erected cock and placed it into her smooth and hairless petite pussy:

“Ahh…” – I began to moan through my dummy.

Sarah in the best cow-girl position got to down to it:

“I’m a Mummy and you’re my baby Tony!” – Sarah moaned. Sarah then grabbed my dummy and through it on the floor:

“Say my name muffin!” – Sarah aggressively commanded as she rode my cock.

“Oh Sarah!” – I gasped in orgasm, on the edge of Cumming in her pussy for the first time in months.

“I said say my name bitch!” – Sarah in a more aggressive tone, this time slapping my face hard.

“Mummy! Agh Mummy!” – I replied in mix emotions of pain and sexual pleasure.

“Yes…yes I’m the Mummy, I’m your Mummy and you can’t escape babyhood, you can’t escape a life under your Mummy!” – Sarah gasped with pleasure.

“I’m going to fucking explode Mummy!” – I declared.

“Do it! Cum for your Mummy!” – Sarah commanded.

“Ah…oh Jesus…god yes! YES!” – I screamed in orgasm: Cumming inside my girlfriend, who then likewise did the same on my crotch.

We both calmed down, breathing deeply…I was fucked: too weak to move.

“Still breathing baby?” – Sarah giggled as she licked her lips.

“Oh my.” – I commented to myself.

Sarah climbed of the changing table; she placed back on her panties underneath her dress. She picked up my new dummy and shoved it into my mouth.

I was speechless and now weak, I sucked away on my dummy as Sarah cleaned my crotch again, wiping off our semen. I was thinking that this is an erotic nightmare cross over with a sexual fantasy…that’s true it was my girlfriends.

Sarah giggled as she placed this Cuddlz nappy underneath my bottom. She tapped me up and patted my bottom. I got up from the changing table holding onto my new Mummy’s hand.

“Now muffin it’s nap time, Mummy has things to do…by the way; did you just like that?” – Sarah asked me with a tease.

I nodded.

“Do you believe Mummy when she keeps her word?” – Sarah asked me.

I nodded fast in agreement.

“Good boy, now get into the crib.” – Sarah softly ordered me.

I got into this large crib; Sarah tucked me in for a nap which I loved.

“Mummy will wake you up later, go to sleep little one: Mummy loves you.” – Sarah cooed down to me as she kissed my forehead.

Sarah locked me inside the crib, walked over to the door left and locked the door behind her leaving me to my nap and thoughts of the best – and weirdest – shag I’ve ever had with Sarah…only guess could it get better or worse?…

Written by Croc.

7.

There I was crawling on all fours like a baby down the stairs then into the kitchen; I felt so humiliated and helpless. Auntie Jodie and Mummy walked slowly behind me eyeing my nappied bottom. Being dressed in this bullshit adult babyish sailor suit and sucking the NUK6 dummy really made me feel weak, but that was just the start…

I walked into the kitchen and I looked up to see a large blue adult high chair:

“Right Benny, be a good boy for your Mummy and sit your nappied bum-bum in the high chair.” – Mummy softly ordered me.

I looked up to Mummy on the edge of tears.

“Go on Benny, be a good widdle boy for your Mummy.” – Auntie Jodie cooed in a wicked tease.

I got angry at that insult but my emotions got the better of me; I began to cry.

“Mummy, please don’t do this to me.” – I mumbled through the dummy.

“Oh looked Auntie Jodie, looks like my widdle boy is crying because he’s hungry, help me into his high chair.” – Mummy sighed looked down upon me with nurturing pity.

“With pleasure, my Josh was the same last year with his ‘condition’.” – Auntie Jodie sighed as she shook her head with nostalgic.

“What are boys like eh?” – Mummy giggled to herself.

As Mummy and Auntie Jodie lifted me into this huge high chair, I was confused – and I was thinking, with this potion; was my Mummy beginning to think that when I speak I’m talking baby talk and not English?

Mummy left my sight to get my breakfast ready, leaving me in the full view of my Auntie Jodie who tightly strapped my waist in this high chair: I was going no-where.

Auntie Jodie turned to her left to view that Mummy was busy then leaned her fact at me:

“Soon enough I’ll have my full vengeance upon you, soon enough my Josh will be 100% fit to full health, and soon enough my sister will have her retarded babyish teenage son back in her bosom. Just embrace your babyhood Benny.” – Auntie Jodie whispered with a smile.

I was trapped, angered and I too wanted to seek out my revenge…all in good time I thought to myself, but time is running out for me, if my sadistic auntie is correct: I will soon slip into a retarded state of body and mind; I will have to act fast!
Mummy walked back over to me carrying a plastic bowl of porridge, she pulled up a chair and sat in front of me.

“Right then young man it’s time for your breakfast.” – Mummy cheered as she took out my new dummy from my drooling mouth.

“But I don’t like Ready Break Mummy.” – I mumbled through my lips.

“Aww did you hear that Auntie Jodie? Benny wants his breakfast.” – Mummy cooed to Auntie Jodie who is in the far corner of the kitchen.

“Well give your little boy his breaky then.” – Auntie Jodie sighed rolling her eyes.

Mummy held the small plastic spoon of runny porridge in her right hand and before I could protest she shoved it into my mouth.

“I want my Benny to grow up as a strong handsome boy, where the girls chase him.” – Mummy giggled as she forced-fed me Ready Break.

“More like a pathetic nappy boy where the girls will babysit him more like.” – Auntie Jodie sniggered to herself in the corner.

Mummy fed me as I was strapped in this high chair crying my eyes out. After eating the porridge Mummy placed down the plastic bowl, she wiped my mouth and tears of from my cheeks with her hanky:

“There, there Mummy is here baby boy. I’m so proud of you of eating your porridge like a big boy, I love you Benny.” – Mummy cooed pouting her lips then giving me deep kisses me on my forehead. Mummy stood up from her chair to take the bowl away to the sink.

Mummy and Auntie Jodie stood for a moment to chat; I took this small moment to pull myself together, but it was short lived. Mummy and Auntie Jodie walked back over towards me:

“Here sister give your widdle boy his bottle of milk!” – Auntie Jodie announced with a smirk giving Mummy a ready made bottle of milk.

Then I remembered what Auntie Jodie told me earlier upstairs “Your mummy is going to give you a bottle fed soon…with more potion in the mix: by the end of the fucking day: you’ll never be able to speak, write, and go toilet like a teenage boy.”

“Mummy! No! Please no!” – I screamed in tears as I wiggled in the high chair.

Mummy was now under the impression that I wanted my bottle. The potion Auntie Jodie gave Mummy must have slowly turned her mentality and emotional instincts to think and believe I am a needy retarded teenage boy who needs his Mummy’s care and affection.

Auntie Jodie stood watching in pleasurable silence.

“Open wide for Mummy.” – Mummy cooed softly as the bottle teat was nearing my lips.

I shut my mouth.

“I guess he doesn’t want his bottle.” – Mummy commented to Auntie Jodie.

Auntie Jodie grabbed the bottle of milk which is more of that potion from Mummy’s hand.

“Linda, the first thing you have to know with retarded teenage boys is that they don’t know what’s best for them. That is what I learned from caring for Josh. Benny is the same, you’re his Mummy and he really needs you. So what are you going to do? Let your one and only son dehydrate because he is rebelling for his bottle huh?” – Auntie Jodie informed my Mummy in her slippery manner.

Mummy nodded in agreement:

“Sorry Jodie, it’s been a while since I was needed and loved. Being a Mummy to a nappied teenage boy is hard work, though it feels so rewarding. Benny needs me, more than ever now, and for the future.” – Mummy smiled to her sister.

Mummy grabbed the bottle from Auntie Jodie and then looked to her. Auntie Jodie nodded her head and walked up to me smiling.

“Sorry Benny, but Mummy only wants the best for her baby boy.” – Mummy softly spoke to me.

Auntie Jodie grabbed my nose and pitched it hard forcing me to open my mouth. Mummy then shoved the bottle teat into my mouth, I was forced to drink the potion I was lightly crying knowing that things are going to get so much worse for me and a new life awaits.

I drank all the ‘milk’.

“See what a big boy you can be if you want to?” – Mummy praised me as she again kissed my forehead then placing my new dummy back into my mouth.

Mummy and Auntie Jodie walked away to the sink to wash up and dry up. The potion now took affect: I looked round all seemed normal except for I placed my hands on the highchair tray and I couldn’t move my hand palms and fingers; they are now weak!

I began to automatically drool from my mouth through my dummy just like a real baby – or in my Auntie’s case ‘A retard’. I then began to try to move my feet, but I couldn’t gather the strength and mentality to do the simple of movements, not even my thighs.

I was shit scared, and given the latter I felt a sick feeling inside my tummy, you know, the feeling when you ride a rollercoaster and that feeling gets your gut, well this is happening to me right now, I wasn’t in pain or experiencing a cramp, it felt like my insides: my bladder and bowels were slowly changing and reducing…only time will tell.

Mummy and Auntie Jodie finished washing and drying the dishes etc. Both women then walked over to me:

“Let’s unstrap my big boy ay?” – Mummy cooed as Auntie Jodie unstrapped me from this beastly highchair.

Just as I was about to leave the highchair (with great difficulty) Josh has awoken and entered the kitchen to seek his breakfast, only to wear my clothing from my suitcase!

“Morning Ben, morning Auntie Linda and morning mum.” – Josh announced as like everything was normal.

Auntie Jodie cuddled her teenage son – my cousin who one cannot forget a year ago was in my position.

“Hse lothes re ine!” – (Those are my clothes!) I declared pointing my right index finger with hard strength, as I then gasped. I’m losing my speech of English.

“They were your clothes honey. You see Benny because of your new medical condition; it’s not wise for Mummy to dress you in casual teenage clothing, even more so now that you’ll be wearing and using nappies. It’ll be hard for Mummy to change you. Auntie Jodie had a great idea to swap your clothing with Josh’s old clothes upstairs; it’s save each-other money to buy new clothes. There are many more new cute little boys clothing upstairs for you to keep. Adding to that Auntie Jodie and Josh will be returning with us tomorrow, for Josh to pick and take your old clothing in your bedroom at his choice, even your old boxer shorts, since soon enough Josh will regain his potty training after his horrific ordeal. Not to worry baby Mummy has got it all sorted.” – Mummy informed me as more tears pours down my young cheeks.

Auntie Jodie winked at me as she cuddled Josh.

“Right then Benny, it’s a big day for you.” – Mummy rejoiced.

I looked up to Mummy in confusion.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” – Mummy smiled.

“I’m going to make Josh and us some breakfast Linda.” – Auntie Jodie told Mummy.

“Sure, I get Benny into his new playpen in the living room and I’ll be with you.” – Mummy commented to her sister.

“He might need a nappy change first.” – Auntie Jodie laughed.

Mummy placed her right index finger into my nappied crotch.

“You’re right my widdle boy is soaked.” – Mummy told herself.

“Come on Benny Mummy needs to change your nappy.” – Mummy softly spoke down to me as I still sat on the highchair.

Mummy placed out her hand. I was scared for I have nearly lost the strength in my fingers, toes, feet, hands, arms, and thighs. I hesitated.

Mummy leaned forward and grabbed me underneath my armpits:

“Who’s a cute Mummy’s boy? Benny is!” – Mummy cooed to me affectionately.

I fell onto the kitchen floor, my nappied bottom was on the ground, I looked up and everyone and everything seemed to be larger.

“Crawl with Mummy to the living room so I can change your bum-bum.” – Mummy cooed. I managed to crawl, a lot harder than I did moments earlier on the landing and the stairs for now I had hardly any strength, maybe I was becoming lighter in weight, if so? Mummy would soon be able to carry me in her arms!

I followed Mummy which took me near 5 minutes to crawl from one room to the other. Mummy produced Josh’s old large Disney adult changing mat and something that looked like a nappy changing bag!

“Is my baby boy ready for Mummy to put you in a new clean and fresh nappy?” – Mummy cooed sweetly to me.

I smiled to Mummy and nodded, I crawled a bit further towards her as she readily waits to take on her motherly nappy duty…

This story is written by Croc.

7.

As I trying to sleep in this huge crib, which I have to admit, feels great…just apart from wearing this nappy: it’s huge and soft and of course it’s my first nappy in over twenty years! Still I just did as I’m told for my Sarah…I also laid there on my own thinking what a great shag I’ve just had.

‘Mummy Sarah’ is more attractive to the crazy ‘Girlfriend Sarah’. I’m having mixed emotions. Sarah had just fucked my brains out on that changing table; so drifting off to sleep as I’m trying to now isn’t going to be that hard…*yawn*

The Queen’s Suite – Outside the Nursery

Sarah herself gave a light yawn then picked up her mobile from the pocket of her vintage dress…to call her bitch mother; Caroline!

“…Mother my plan is working well…” – Sarah lightly yawned as she informed her feminist mother; my enemy!

“…Well I’m very glad to hear that my darling daughter…this is your plan and not mine, so I’ll just leave you be…you’ve grown into a mature, strict and proud woman; I’m very grateful to be your mother: Daddy would have been so proud of his little girl…” – Caroline calmly replied on the mobile nearly crying with the latter comment.

Sarah moved over to an armchair that was sitting next to the large Queen-Sized bed: the one I thought I was going to sleep in and make love to Sarah. Sarah sat into the armchair to continue the conversation:

“…Aww mother, not to worry: we’ll be one happy little family soon enough, you’re going to become his Granny – or Nanny I should say without making you feel old.” – Sarah awkwardly commented to Caroline.

“It’s okay honey; I forgive you, I just want to retrain that worthless vagabond with my own hands…teach him self-respect and manners to his Mummy and Nanny, and to women in general…you know it needs to be done…right?” – Caroline reminded her daughter of her own vengeance upon me.

Sarah began to twirl her hair with her small fingers and began to lightly bounce her legs over the armchair’s bars.

“Er yeah, sure mum: you do what you need to do to my little boy…when that time comes understand?” – Sarah told her mother.

“Like I said this is your plan, and I’ll just step back and watch Tony’s downfall into babyhood. I brought a new thick paddle…that is just waiting for his bottom.” – Caroline giggled down the mobile to Sarah.

“Mum, can I ask you something?” – Sarah seriously asked her mother on the mobile.

“Sure darling, what is it?” – Caroline calmly replied.

“Since I began this ‘Mummy’ role-play to a few adult baby boys, only to a few men way before I met Tony, and he doesn’t have to know about that. But the thing is, with mothering Tony just now has brought my ‘Mummy’ experiences back; back into my mind, soul, emotions and affections…am I being selfish as a woman for wanting an adult baby boy of my own?” – Sarah truthfully asked her mother who is full of wisdom.

“…Well it’s a good sign and step…” – Caroline announced back on the mobile.

“Mother?” – Sarah asked in confusion.

“Darling if your petite body is getting over flushed with maternal emotions and of nurturing then the answer is ‘no’ – you’re not being selfish. All young women experience these emotions; some during their teens, twenties, thirties and their forties. It’s part of womanhood and being a Mummy. Trust me sweetheart; men don’t know how lucky they are; it’s hard for us ladies to keep our maternal instincts locked away and hidden from them, they might think and we are weak creatures, but we’re not: we’re the strongest sex. Why do you ask?” – Caroline replied.

“Well like yourself I’m a career woman, I have ambitions and I want to run a world-wide business empire; I don’t want to be the ‘little woman’ in the kitchen, being told what to do by some macho man and have real babies. I think that if goes well…I might marry Tony…” – Sarah informed her mother as she shut her eyes waiting for her mother to give an awful reply.

“…Sarah you know what I think of that piece of crud that waste of space: you can do so much better, given your looks: you can get a ‘Brad Pitt’ any day of the week.” – Caroline stated to her daughter.

“Mum, we’ve talked about this hundreds of times and yes I know how much you can’t stand Tony and me being in love with each-other. But when my plan works, he’ll be getting retained, to grow up as a diapered man, and not some loser of a man. I want to marry a man who would do anything for me…even wear nappies and act like my baby boy…Tony is that man: I want to marry him for his love and his submission; certainly not for his looks: I agree with you on that one. Tony has always been faithful towards me, that thing with Nicole was part of the guilt-tripping plan I had for him this weekend…I did promise Tony that as long as I baby him: I will never cheat on him with another man…” – Sarah bluntly informed her mother.

“I know you wouldn’t sweetheart, I know you wouldn’t cheat on that bum with another man: fuck some stud’s brains out in full view while Tony is in a messy nappy, in his crib, drooling from his mouth wishing it was him…does he know?” – Caroline asks Sarah.

“No. Not yet, that’s for later on – when the plot thickens.” – Sarah giggled down her mobile.

“Brilliant, I can’t wait to see his face.” – Caroline laughed back.

“I’ve got to go mum; I’m going to meet and chat with two Adult Schoolgirls down at the bar: you know how it all works.” – Sarah told her mother on her mobile.

“I sure do, good luck with the baby: I love you; be safe!” – Caroline wished her one and only daughter a loving good bye.

“Bye mum; I love you too.” – Sarah commented as she then hanged up on her mobile.

Sarah stood from her armchair; she walked over to the dressing table to grab her purse and the keys to our hotel suite then walked out of the door to head downstairs to the hotel bar to meet with her old friends; the two adult schoolgirls…

Prologue

Lloyd River’s Bedroom, late at night

**Sparks fly around the young man and his work desk**

“I’ve done it Hehe.” – Lloyd giggles deviously as fresh electrical sparks fly from his work desk.

“Yes!” – Lloyd rejoiced in his voice.

**Knock knock!** went Lloyd’s bedroom door. Lloyd turned to his bedroom door in silence:

“Lloyd, it’s late and you have school tomorrow, get some sleep.” – Lloyd’s mum: Pam commented outside her teenage son’s bedroom.

Pam Rivers: 39-years-old, tall, short black hair, slim body, big breasts: Lloyd’s mum.

“Er…yeah sure mum sorry.” – Lloyd panicked.

“Are you still working on your ‘Master Plan’?” – Lloyd’s mum asked in worry.

“Not anymore mum…” – Lloyd answered to his mum with a smirk.

“Get some sleep, that electrical work and your maniacal behaviour has kept me up for a while now and not forgetting the nights in this past month; that’s enough.” – Pam yawned in anger as she told her son.

“I’m going to bed now mum, goodnight.” – Lloyd calmly told his mum.

“Okay, goodnight sweetheart, I see you in the morning.” – Pam informed her son as she walked down to the end of the corridor yawning towards her bedroom.

Lloyd looked to his clock: it was 10:32pm on a school night.

“Hmm…I wonder…” – Lloyd asked himself smirking.

Lloyd walked over to his computer desk opposite his work desk and logged onto his Facebook profile.

“Now, I have to tell you this dear reader; I have no Facebook friends, only the geeks from school and the old girls at my volunteer shop at weekends. So I’ll have to snoop for intel.” – Lloyd told the reader of this new story as he tilts his head into the air and gives out a deep sigh of optimism.

Lloyd snooped around on other school peers Facebook profiles…

“Mmm…no, his time will come…along with her the slag…her too…okay…surely my first prey is around…ah-ha! Gotcha missy!” – Lloyd sadistically announced as he clicked onto one of the girl’s from school’s Facebook profile: Uma Green.

Lloyd moves his computer mouse around Uma Green’s FB profile.

“Stupid bitch hasn’t put her profile information on private…” – Lloyd laughed to himself.

Lloyd snooped at her public pictures:

“Well, if only your mother could see what her widdle girl gets up to with the bully boys of the school, but first I need the communication access…” – Lloyd smiled.

Lloyd hovered his computer mouse over to Uma’s ‘About Me’ section of FB, and strolled down her page…

“…let’s see how stupid this schoolgirl slut is…” – Lloyd giggled.

Lloyd’s eyes beamed with excitement as he focused his sight onto her mobile number.

“Just as I thought…” – Lloyd arrogantly told himself as he jotted down Uma’s mobile number.

Lloyd logged out of FB and turned off his computer. He then stood up holding the piece of paper and walked over to his work desk, Lloyd stood over his work desk to carefully observe a new modernized mobile phone he had created.

“It’s time to see if my invention has worked…” Lloyd nervously told himself.

Lloyd switched on his new mobile. The mobile Lloyd has invented is a small touchscreen app based system…with a twist and a certain purpose…

Lloyd held the mobile and started to type in Uma’s mobile number:

“Now, I have to be wise: 141 – withheld – safety first – and now; 07686929031…right now which to pick from the large selection of my apps…hmm…‘Pampers?’ ‘Baby?’ ‘Goo-Goo?’…or maybe…no I’ll save that for her!” Lloyd sternly spoke with the latter.

Lloyd looked down to his mobile and after slight hesitation dialled the mobile number of Uma Green…

**Ring ring** **Ring ring** **Ring ring** **Ring ring**

“Maybe the slut is asleep or letting one of the boys from school fill her up intimately behind the local shops?” – Lloyd disapprovingly spoke.

**Ring ring** **Ring ring** **Ring ring** **Ring ring**

“Ahhhh.” – Lloyd sighed in bitter disappointment.

Then…

Uma answered her mobile and Lloyd earwigged her background:

“…for fuck sake mum, I’ve just got in…I’m eighteen, so what if I want to hang out with boys and not get deep into the books for university only losers go to university and end up in fucking debt…” Uma told her mum in rudeness as her mobile was still active.

“Young lady things are about to change for you…” – Uma’s mother: Tammy told her one and only daughter.

“Whatever mum, I have to take this call…it could be the modelling agency…” – Uma told her mother.

“What? You’ve been modelling for those dirty men’s magazines?” – Tammy shouted.

“I need an income to party with the boys and fuck them long and fast.” – Uma laughed to her mother, winding her up.

Uma clears her throat:

“Ahem…sorry about that, it’s been a long night…hello?” – Uma giggled down her mobile.

**Short pause of silence**

“And ‘Goo-Goo’ it is…” – Lloyd whispered on the sly as he activated the ‘Goo-Goo’ app on his newly invented mobile.

…

“Hello…is someone fucking pranking me? You bunch of fucking nerds…you basta…” – Uma shouted but fell silence with the latter.

Uma began to answer the hypnotic feminine voice of the ‘Goo-Goo’ App:

“You’re new speech will be ABC, 123, your mind will decrease that of a toddler…you’ll begin to drool…you’ll lose control of your bladder and bowels…you’ll want your mummy to care for you…to baby you…you want to become a teenage baby again…you need to wear nappies…you can’t think of life without them…as soon as you hang up you will pass your mobile to your mother…and when she’s finished you will sit in the corner and wet and mess your girly panties and crawl around the front room and cry begging to be but into nappies…as soon as your leave you will mentally regress…now put your mother on the phone like a good baby girl…” – Commanded the calm female voice with a Asian accent.
Lloyd listened hard in the background…no protest from the prey…which is a great sign…

Uma withdrew her mobile from her left ear, looked to her now pissed looking mother, pouted her lips to her mother and held out her mobile to her mother.

“What? The modelling agency would like my girl’s blessing for them to take liberties with your beauty body…I’ll tell them straight…” – Tammy told Uma as she took hold of Uma’s mobile.

Tammy looked to Uma who walked to the corner of the front room

“Now for the ‘Mummy’ app…activate!” – Lloyd sniggered to his mobile. The ‘Mummy’ app automatically notices weather the prey is a boy or girl and of their Christian name, the same with knowing the name of their Mummy.

“This is Ms. House, are you the boss that wants to take care of my daughter’s modelling ideas?” – Tammy firmly asked into Uma’s mobile.

…

“Tammy…” – The feminine hypnotic voice began…

“Er…yes…how did you know my nam…” – Tammy slowly stopped to obey the voice:

“You’re now a Mummy again to your teenage daughter: Uma…she needs you…now more than ever: she is now a ‘special needs’ teenager with a mentality and potty training of a toddler…you crave to nurture her needs as well as your growing maternal ones towards Uma. You will also become a strict mummy towards Uma for she is not ladylike, and will never become a lady…do what your feelings tell you Tammy…change her nappies; as well as in public, bin her panties and big girl clothes, also decorate her bedroom and turn it into a nursery…feel proud as her Mummy, she knows no different now and you will invite the boys at school to babysit her and for them to change her dirty nappies…you will ignore all comments and opinions of the community and only mix with like-minded mummies…good luck and enjoy your new founded motherhood…” – Commanded the same calm female Asian accent.

Tammy placed Uma’s mobile onto the nearest table and looked to her beautiful daughter who was now in wet jeans, drooling from her mouth…

Lloyd listened in the back ground…

“Oh Uma, mummy’s here, I’m here to baby you because you need to be babied.” – Tammy cooed as she walked towards Uma…

Uma dropped to the floor and began to crawl around the carpet…she stopped and as she was on all fours she began to uncontrollably shit her jeans…the tears began to pour from her hazel eyes and the drool from her mouth excelled…

“Mummy, I eed ou” – Uma cried out to her mummy.

“Mummy need’s you to…come I give you a bath and put a towel around you like a cloth nappy…tomorrow we’ll buy fresh supplies for our new relationship…mummy loves you yes she does!” – Tammy told her daughter as she rubbed her daughter’s shit stained jeans into her bottom causing Uma to cry more loudly in the room.

Lloyd hanged up to Uma’s mobile.

“I’m a genius…I’m going to make a lot of money from this…I’m going to be the next Mark Zuckerberg and make billions of pounds; the government could do with a product like this for all the scum in England…” – Lloyd rejoiced in self proudness.

“Lloyd get some sleep!” – Pam shouted down the hallway.

“Yes mother…now my vengeance at school can begin…” – Lloyd told himself as he rubbed his hand together knowing he is going to create a ‘Prey List’ for the pricks at school…including staff members…time will only tell to what will happen henceforth…

Alex, a successful business man, has been falling deeper and deeper under Fran’s spell. After meeting her in a bar over a month ago, she has slowly emasculated him in every way, drawing him into her life, and seducing him. A shaved man, Alex now wears a chastity tube, even his manhood lost to her. Now she has finally convinced him to use some of his vacation time to clean her house. Alex, although realizing his submissive nature, balks when he realizes that she has convinced him to do something else even more humiliating. Not only will he be kept at her home on his vacation cleaning while she’s away at work, but she convinces him to do it wearing diapers…

The first of a new series involving a female led relationship involving a submissive male in diapers.

More fantasy humiliation and femdom fun from Madeline De Hywis

A work of erotic fantasy fiction includes adult diapering, sexual situations, femdom related themes and intense humiliation.

No minors involved.

This is a new ABDL story from Madeline De Hywis

I going to order this book this weekend and read it. I bet it can be weary good and Madeline De Hywis is weary good on creating this storys.

This ABDL story original comes from diaperboys.weebly.com.

It was the year 2050. Everything is automated– driving, grocery shopping, clothes buying– just anything and everything was automated either by computer or voice activation or robotic. One evening I was walking home just for exercise when I walked by a new building with a sign that said “automated baby sitting service for children from over night to six months long for ages one year to twelve years old.” I thought that it would be funny for someone that was an adult like me to try. I read the instructions it said to enter age of child, length of stay and enter payment code and a password for release. Then send child down the chute for children under three and through the door for older children. I entered age 1.5 for age and 1 for length of stay then my code. I thought for a few minutes as the chute bars opened I looked around seeing no one I jumped up on the large opening I could see no chute the chute bars closed behind me, leaving no choice but to scoot forward my feet out in front of me. Where was the chute I kept scooting when all the sudden I heard a peep so I stopped. I heard the machine say, “125 pounds”. I scooted more then I heard the machine say, “5 feet 6 inches.” One more scoot the floor I was scooting on angled down as I started to slide out of my control. I hit a pad with a thud. An arm had me before I stopped it was removing all my clothes. No matter what I did I could not get free. Within seconds my clothes were gone and I was getting a bath with some strong-smelling soap. I thought it was to disinfect dirty babies to keep sickness to a minimum. While I was being dried off I notice it was a little cooler but did not think anything of it. The machine had me in thick diapers and plastic pants so fast I did not get to see what color the diaper was as I was being dressed in a footed sleeper seconds after. The sleeper had thick mittens on the hands limiting me from grabbing things. Within five minutes of entering the chute I was in a crib wearing diapers plastic pants a sleeper being put in a large crib with a baby bottle held in my mouth that I could not get away from. So I started to suck, finding it to be sweet chocolate milk. I fell asleep in about ten minutes to soft nursery music.

I was woke up to the machine checking my dry diaper then picking me up and put me in a highchair. I had no way to know what time it was as there were no clocks. First, the machine put a bib on me then it started to feed me. I tried to refuse it but it kept the spoonful of warm oatmeal to my mouth where ever I turned my head. I finally gave up and started to eat. Sometimes it would miss and oatmeal would be on my chin, cheek, or bib. The machine held a baby bottle of chocolate to my mouth I tried to again refuse it but it was persistent so I gave in and started to suck. Halfway through my bottle I could not stop from peeing in my diaper. As pee flowed into my diaper a red light started to flash over my highchair. When I finish my bottle I was carried to a changing table where my sleeper was removed and diaper changed. This time I saw only the plastic pants; they were blue nursery print. Then a tee shirt that snapped in the crotch covering my puffy plastic pants.Then a pair of red corduroy over-alls was pulled over my puffy diaper. The last things were a pair of thick blue mittens and thick socks.

I was taken to the play area where there were three other kids. None were diapered like me. I tried to stand but the over-alls kept my legs bent so I had to crawl like a baby. I was totally helpless and I need to pee again but more importantly I need to poop badly. I tried to let just a little pee out with pooping at the same time but because I needed to poop so badly I failed with both soaking and filling my diaper with poop and pee. I started to whimper. The machine reacted with a pacifier. I sat there waiting for the machine to change me. Three minutes later I peed again. The machine carried me to the changing table in the corner of the room to change my diaper. I thought it should not change a hairy man in front of the other kids. There was a mirror next to the changing table so I watched the machine remove my wet and messy diaper. When my diaper was removed I realized the soap I was given a bath in last night removed my hair. I look like a real baby now because I was so small down there. The diaper change took three minutes and I could go back to playing with the toys. After more playtime I was taken to my highchair with a bib around my neck. I was fed baby food followed by a bottle that the machine held in my mouth.

The other kids fed themselves sitting in their highchairs. Naptime came we were taken to our cribs where I had to take a nap with the other babies. I had a nap bottle just like they did. We were all asleep in minutes. I woke up getting my diaper changed, watching the other two little boys get sat on a potty chair each one went pee and poop getting a small piece of candy. I went through two more feedings and five more diaper changing sessions and a bedtime bath. This is where I came in, so this is where I leave. I set it to one day so I will be taken up to be let go. I was handed a bottle after my bath at 7:00PM, so this time I grabbed it with my mittened hands and started to suck it, my last baby thing before I left this baby place. But I was taken to my crib at 8:00PM then I remembered I came in at 11:00PM. I will have to wait a little while longer. I was put in the crib with a bottle again where I started to suck it without a problem. I was sucking my bottle when I saw an LED display that said 29 days left.

I cried myself to sleep. No matter what I did this machine had control over me. The next morning I woke to the machine changing my wet diaper. I had wet myself without knowing. What was happening to me? I was sucking a bottle like a baby with being forced to having a diaper changed that I wet while I slept. My head was starting to spin. Why did I do this? How can I get out of it? Same routine as yesterday– many diaper changes feedings and a nap. Within a week of trying to escape or get the machine to take me to the potty and let me get out of diapers I gave up and my life became so routine I did not think of the need to pee or poop. I just let it happen automatically. The machine kept me clean and dry changing me within minutes every time I wet or messed except when I was in my highchair or sleeping. I was wearing toddler clothes and was allowed to walk with the other kids that came and went. When I had one day left I was so excited I could not wait for 11:00PM when I would get out of my baby clothes and be an adult again. All day long I could only think of what I was going to be like. Then bedtime came. I was thickly diapered and put into my sleepers just like all the passed nights. Lying in my crib sucking my bottle, I was so excited but fell asleep anyway only to be awakened.

The machine was taking me somewhere. I realized I was going up. It was time for my release. Then I realized I would be leaving dressed like a baby so I would have to try to keep out of sight on my way home that was three blocks away. I had a small knapsack on my back I also did not realize was there. At the release door the computer said enter code. It was hard with mittens on but the keys were inside the bars and were large. It took three tries before the door opened. I jumped out and ran as fast as I could straight to my door opened to by voice recognition. I jumped into my house the door closed behind me. I was finally safe in my own house. I realized that the backpack was over my shoulders and put it on the table. My automated housekeeper quickly removed it as I went to my room and lay down and fell asleep, forgetting how I was dressed. I was awakened the next morning by the machine changing my wet diaper just like always, but wait a minute– I am at home! The house keeper machine had read my report card that was in the backpack and now was carrying on with my baby care. I was in trouble now. I should have tossed the backpack before I got home. How am I going to get to be an adult again with this machine in total control of my life? My bed is gone, now I have a crib. My table and chairs are gone, now I have a highchair. I have no adult things around the house, just toddler toys and clothes. The doors no longer respond to my voice. I am just a baby that needs cared for all the time to the machine. I am very wealthy, don’t need to work and have just a few friends, no relatives. How am I going to get these machine to let me grow up and be an adult again? This is where I say you better be careful of what you wish for you might get it hee hee hee.

This ABDL story original comes from diaperboys.weebly.com.

Not cuddly ABDL fiction. This tale involves serious humiliation and female domination of the male.
This story is about consenting adults and does not involve minors.

Includes:
adult diaper fetish, forced adult baby play
messing
femdom/humiliation/teasing
one scene of foot worship
teasing by male co-workers
implied cuckolding (very mild)

Petey’s worst humiliations yet!!!

This is an adult story and contains no descriptions of children.
ABDL play is only for consenting adults.
Contains scenes of :
adult baby play
adult diaper play
intense humiliation (this story is NOT for those who want cuddly abdl fiction)
female domination
public humiliation with dominant women
forced messing scenes
mild cuckolding (through implication, no direct scenes)

Not for the weak. Or perhaps for the weak…

This books is Not recommended for those who only like fluffy, cute ABDL stories without humiliation and female domination. This book contain allot of female domination and humiliations. But it is some weary nice reading and it is hard to stop reading it even if it is scary because you wont to know what happen next.

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Now when i have finish the first 6 book about Peteys New Life In Diapers is it time to order some more abdl books that i can read. This was the book that i order this time from Amazon kindle store.

Book Description

Petey is back at it again. He can’t seem to stop finding himself in the company of dominant women wherever he goes. His dominant motherly wife Stephanie is taking him on the trip of his life, to her mothers for 2 weeks! Unknown to Petey, a couple dominant friends will be there… And of course, Steph still has Petey in diapers and she makes him use them in the most humiliating ways! A several part story begins here, with a very humiliating trip through the supermarket, a long drive in diapers, a very embarrassing introduction to the mother in law and her friends, and a steamy scene with Steph. Can Petey avoid falling deeper into the pit of diaper humiliation?

Not light hearted adult baby/infantile play. This is for those who enjoy a strong dose of humiliation with their adult baby play. No minors involved.

Includes:
forced adult diaper wearing (and using)
sexual themes
consenting adult baby/infantilism play (NO MINORS INVOLVED)
strong themes of humiliation (DO NOT BUY THIS BOOK IF HUMILIATION IS NOT YOUR THING)

Book Description

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Prologue

My name was Nick. I say was because it’s been changed since then. Not that I changed it for legal or aesthetic reasons mind you. In fact, I didn’t change it at all and had I had any choice in the matter I would never have changed it. But I’m getting way ahead of myself.

The story I’m about to tell you happened while I was in college. Some time has passed since then, though I’m not exactly sure how much. Things like that seem much more complicated to me than they used to, but again I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m going to share this story because it’s the only thing I have left to do…the only thing I can do for myself…and for anyone else out there.

It was in the spring of my junior year. I remember it so clearly. I had finished my exams and done pretty well for myself. Not amazing, but good for a C student. I had no plans for the summer. I’d given up on that a long time ago. I had broken up with my serious girlfriend many months before and had only dated casually since, so I figured why bother going places on your own? If I had known then what I know now, maybe I would have taken a trip.

It happened when I was getting off work at the sandwich shop down the street from my apartment. It wasn’t late really, only about nine or nine-thirty. Still, I guess the time really doesn’t matter. What matters is it happened.

I was making my way down the street toward my apartment. I didn’t have a car at the time. Being a college student is like living in poverty. You can’t afford a car payment or insurance, let alone the price of gas. At least you couldn’t then, but I doubt the outside world has changed that much. Anyway, as I was walking, I happened to notice a van pulled over to the side of the road with the hood up. Two guys were working under the hood, and I remember clearly they were cursing about their luck. Still, I was never a Good Samaritan, so I started to pass them up. That’s when they grabbed me. One put a cloth over my mouth, keeping me from screaming and forcing me to inhale something awful that made the world spin. The other then helped him lift me up and chunk me into the van. As they slammed the hood and started the vehicle, I heard them talking to themselves just before everything went black.

“He’s perfect. We’ll get a high price for this one, no doubt.”

“You bet. I’d wager he won’t be on the market long.”

Then, as the van raced off into the night, my thoughts slipped away into darkness.

And that’s how my story begins….

Chapter 1

I woke slowly, barely aware of what had happened or where I was. I think the first thing I noticed was the pain in my arms. You know, the pain you get when you’ve been stretching them for a long time. That was when I realized that my arms were stretched above my head, and I was standing on cold tile. Then it began to dawn on me that wherever I was, it was freezing cold and pitch black. That’s when what had happened came flooding back into my mind. I gasped, then struggled, only to find that my arms were somehow suspended above me. That’s when I screamed.

Suddenly the lights came on. I seemed to be in a hospital room, at least that’s what I would assume if I had happened upon the place. But there was no bed in this room, only the chains that shackled my feet to the floor and my hands to a strange device with wheels and hinges mounted on the ceiling. Standing before me were two young, reasonably good-looking guys in scrubs, neither seeming to acknowledge my existence but simply approaching me as if I were some sort of furniture. At least that was the impression they gave from the blank looks on their faces. That was when it dawned on me. I was completely naked – not one stitch of clothing on my body.

“Where am I?” I shouted.

The men in scrubs ignored me. They simply walked over to a desk in the corner and begin to pull several instruments out that I couldn’t see clearly. One of them then turned and started studying me silently while marking things off on a clipboard, talking to himself all the while.

“Brown hair,” he said. “Blue eyes. That will up the price for sure. Caucasian. Average height and build. No visible scars or birthmarks. Average penis size…”

“What the hell are you going to do to me?” I screamed, looking at him with horror in my eyes.

“Loud.” He muttered, as he scribbled on the clipboard. “That might bring the price down a bit…but maybe not.”

With that, he nodded to the other man across the room who grinned sadistically as he strode toward me, something clutched tightly in his hands. Before I knew exactly what he was doing he’d grabbed my nose and pushed a big ball in my mouth. As I gagged and flailed helplessly, he took his hand from my nose and pulled a strap around my head, effectively gagging me.

“There, that ought to keep him quiet.” He mused.

“It.” The other corrected, glaring at his accomplice in annoyance.

I was scared half to death. I had no idea what that meant, never mind what it implied they would do.

Just then, the guy that had gagged me got a stethoscope and started checking my heart, listening to my breathing, and so on. He then took a light and shined it in my ears and nose, then held my eyes open and shined it in them.

“I guess we don’t need to check its throat?” He asked sarcastically.

“For both our sakes, leave the damn gag in.” His partner grumbled.

“Okay. Everything seems okay here.” The one examining me said. “Now for the fun part.”

With that he grabbed my testicles in his gloved hand. I gave a little yelp muffled behind the gag. Had I not been chained to the floor and ceiling, I probably would have leapt into the air.

“Everything good here. Do I have to do this next part or can you spare me?”

His partner sighed and handed him the clipboard. “I suppose I can do you this favor.” He growled. “But don’t get used to it.”

“Thanks.” The other man said with a smirk.

As I watched, the man who had been taking notes approached the wall and pulled a lever. At that moment, the contraption on the ceiling I was hitched to lurched and the hinges snapped forward, forcing me to bend over very quickly and making it impossible for me to stand back up. I tried to scream, but the gag prevented it. All I could do was watch in utter terror as my tormentor walked toward me carrying a large thermometer, and I was certain they were not planning on removing the gag. Sure enough, he went behind me and inserted the thermometer into my asshole. I strained, whimpering as it slid in like a javelin. There was no time to brace myself. He just jabbed it straight in and it hurt like hell. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled it out slowly.

“Normal,” he said.

Just when I thought I could relax, I felt two fingers covered in latex forced into my butt. I screamed behind the gag and contorted my face in pain as they wiggled around inside me. Then, after another eternity, the invasion ended.

“Everything seems fine with this one, and that’s a relief.” The man behind me said. “This one’s worth a lot, and there are going to be many of our clients kicking our door down for the chance to buy it.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! I was going to be sold! And what the hell for? I had to get out of this somehow. But just as soon as that thought raced through my mind, I felt a needle jab into my buttocks. Then, as I winced over the pain, the lights shut off as the two men left the room. It wasn’t long before I lost consciousness again…

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You find allot more chapters here in this DailyDiapers post.

This story is not written by me.

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So, here I am, sitting at my computer wearing nothing but a thick diaper and my plastic pants.

“Why would any sane person dress like that?” you might ask, and that is a difficult question because I have no idea where the original thought came from. It must have been something to do with me trying to research an article online that I was preparing to write. I was looking for something crazy and as I was checking through the various fetish sites ‘Adult Baby’ and ‘Diaper Lovers’ seemed a good subject for me to get my journalistic teeth into. I was amazed at just how many ‘weird but normal’ people seemed to be into this particular ‘thing’ and I thought I could have some fun with the subject.

Why I chose this particular theme I’m not sure but as I looked into it more and more it appeared to be a topic with ‘promise’ and I became fascinated with the images and stories. However, what I do know is that over the past few months, the idea to purchase and wear this ‘infantalistic’ clothing has grown. In fact, I think it is fair to say that the idea seemed to overtake any other thoughts in my head. Every time I saw an image of someone wearing a diaper, I saw my face smiling, or gurgling or sucking on a pacifier. It was creepy.

At night my dreams were full of these images of me playing, coloring, building bricks high or just lying in a crib with my toys and feeling nothing but …peace. When I woke up I’d be happy and smiling but when I was more awake a chill ran through my body wondering why this matter was having such an effect.

A couple of months back I found myself at the drugstore buying adult diapers and I have no recollection of even driving there. My only real memory is carrying the huge plastic pack back to my car and feeling happy. Yes HAPPY. Again I’m not sure why but I suppose I was glad that I now had my diapers and apparently a couple of pairs of plastic pants to keep me dry. On returning home I just tossed the bundle into the back of the closet wondering why I’d just bought such items and telling myself that I’d return it all in the morning. However, since then, some mornings I’d wake up and find that I was wearing a diaper and have no recollection of putting it on.

Where and when I first got the idea of wearing a diaper instead of my usual underwear I’m not sure but here I am wearing them at the computer, around the house and when I go to bed. In fact, I seem very happy wearing them all the time. Those first couple of occasions it all felt very strange; the bulk and the obvious bulge I was sure were very noticeable. However, after just a few trial trips out in the car to the supermarket or wondering around town wearing them under a pair of shorts (I’d more or less stopped wearing jeans now) it all felt normal. If anyone noticed they didn’t say anything so, it didn’t seem to matter that much to me because I really did like the idea, as well as the feelings of… of… happiness… that this change in clothing gave me.

Since I left home a couple of years ago my mummy and daddy… er, I mean mam and dad (why I used those childish terms I’m not sure) have er, erm, er… what was I going to say? Never mind… daddy…

What the hell is going on? Why am I acting so strangely? I need to work and finish this feature and get back to normality as soon as possible. I look down at myself and the plastic pants feel tight around my waist and legs and I can see the outline of Disney character on my diaper and all is forgotten because I’m filled with joy and happiness that I have them with me. I search the room for my best friend Timmy my teddy bear. As always he’s never far away and I reach out and give him a hug and a squeeze, whilst the feel of his soft fur against my naked skin sends messages of contentment to my brain.

I continue my research on ‘Diaper Love’, that is the title of my article but as I look at the word document on the computer, other than the title and my name, I appear to have written nothing… and yet… I feel I’ve been researching and writing the article for months. I’m beginning to doubt my sanity. Where can all my work be? I’m sure I have typed thousands of words on the subject, and looking at my history in the toolbar, I have returned to the same ABDL page often. Indeed, when I look more carefully, that is the only site I’ve looked at in the past few months.

I’m sitting looking at the screen wondering what is going on. Timmy is held tightly in one hand, whilst my thumb is in my mouth and I am sucking and trying to think at the same time. Thinking is hard and a feel my eyes getting heavy as I try to stay awake and close the ABDL site once and for all. I’ve never noticed it before but there appears to be some soft relaxing music somewhere in the background and I can barely make out a soothing voice telling me it is OK to sleep.

As my eyes close a feeling of utter wellbeing engulfs me. All I can hear is that soft, gentle music and those calming, encouraging words telling me that all is well and soon I’ll have no more worries. With my diaper tightly hugging my groin making me feel safe and snug, my thumb offering equal soothing qualities as I suck on it, I drift off. I can feel a warmth grow in my diaper as I let loose and wet myself but I am comfortable, reassured, pacified and… happy and I….

Subject Number 20012, Age 23, regression complete.

Collection and clean-up party mobilised.

Delivery as Dispatch Number 7773, address as shown on invoice.

Special requests: Subject to only wear – pink diaper, pink plastic pants, pink pacifier.

Begin urgent global search for Subject Number 20013

Written by by Les Lea

I would like to thank Les Lea for sending me this story.

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I suppose this is a sort of confession.
I suppose it’s something I feel a little bit guilty about… although I’m not sure why.
It’s something I like to do, because it makes me feel good and… I suppose… makes me feel sexy… even though, to most people, that’s the last thing it would do.
OK. OK. I’m just going to say it out loud and then … well… it’s out there and you can mock or call me names as much as you like. Hell, over the years and in my confusion I’ve called myself all kinds of things but… it doesn’t stop me doing it. Yes, alright… I’ll stop putting it off and just tell you. But don’t judge me. Well, I suppose you will but… I feel that… well… this is the place I should be able to talk about this… without too much… too many… well, problems. I mean, we all have our little secrets don’t we? I’m sure some are worse than mine. I bet some are really weird… yer… weird… but I promise I wont judge you. So, be kind. I really need to get this off my chest even though I don’t know why and after all… isn’t the motto of this group… this forum… “If it feels good, do it”? A bit like the sportswear brand Nike “Just do it”. OK. OK. Sorry, sorry… OK… I’m just waffling now. Here goes. I like to wear… erm… I find it comforting to wear… under my jeans, or suit, or in bed… a pair of… don’t be shocked… erm… a diaper and a pair of plastic pants.

Perhaps some of you want to know where my love of these items comes from? I’m sure everyone has their own starting point for this type of thing. The moment when they realised that… ‘POW’… that precise moment in time was when it all started. I have a mate who can tell you the moment, and the occasion, that he became obsessed with men. As a kid he was watching a Tarzan programme on TV and he realised he was jealous of the boy Tarzan was looking after. Tarzan; all muscles and all but naked body in a loincloth, and the boy was dressed much the same… he desperately wanted to be that boy. Since that TV programme he’s been obsessed about finding his own Tarzan character; big, strong, in charge but it gets more and more difficult as you get older. Like me he’s now middle-aged and, playing a little defenceless boy in need of protection, is getting more and more difficult. Not that that is how I see myself. No. I don’t see myself as a little lad. Hell NO, what are you thinking? Although I can tell you when this obsession started and it was down to a little boy… my younger brother.

As kids we shared the same bed. Well, when he was old enough to sleep away from my parents he ended up sharing my bed. He was 3 at the time and I was 7. As a grown-up 7 year-old I didn’t really want to be sharing my bed with anyone, least of all my little brother who I wasn’t convinced was toilet trained. In fact he was very slow in getting to use the potty and mum kept him in training pants during the day, and at night she’d slip a pair of plastic pants over them for added protection. One night, when he was 4 years old, mum had said that he didn’t need the training pants anymore as he’d had dry nights for several months. Like me he slept in just his pajamas and yes, that night, he wet the bed.  Now, I was sleeping next to him and to be suddenly awakened by a wet patch took me by surprise and disgust and I literally kicked the little bugger out of the bed. He landed on the floor with a crash and banged his head on the bedside table, which caused a cut and he started crying.  I panicked as mum and dad came to my room to see what the commotion was all about. Mum picked up my little brother and stared daggers at me for hurting her little baby, while dad grabbed my arm and pulled me from the damp bed. I tried to explain that he’d wet the bed and I hadn’t meant to hurt him but my dad did something he’d never done before. He put me over his knee and gave me a spanking. Never in all my 8 years had my dad said so much as a harsh word to me let alone raised his hand, but over his knee he gave me such a hard hand spanking that my little cotton pajamas offered no protection and my bottom felt every fierce smack. By the end I was weeping more than my little brother, my bottom hurt and stung but my father told me to stand in the corner of the room with my hands on my head… I couldn’t even rub the pain away. As I stood there crying, and in shock, dad flipped the mattress and changed the bedding. He seemed to take ages and all I could do was sob in the corner with a stinging red bum and regretting ever having a pissy little brother.

When he’d finished he called me over to him. He was sat on the bed and I feared I was in for another spanking but I wasn’t. He pulled me into his warm manly chest and gave me a cuddle. He kissed my head and held me in a comforting way until my sobbing had quietened down then he spoke to me in his usual, soft and mild tones about… responsibility. He told me about my responsibility to my brother… that when he or my mum were not around, I was in charge and I should be looking out for him; making sure he didn’t hurt himself or get into any trouble. He explained how he and my mum were relying on me to be a good brother, a thoughtful brother, a protecting brother… and all in all… I was made to feel I had let them down, but more importantly, I’d let myself down by this one act of nastiness. Dad hugged me and put me back into bed with a kiss and I slept on my front as my bum still smarted from the spanking. My little brother spent the night with mum and dad and, after thinking about my situation and what dad had said, I eventually managed to get some sleep.

The following day David, my little brother, had quite a bruise on his forehead together with a small scratch. I really did feel guilty so apologised to him before I went off to school though didn’t know what to expect when I got home. Sleeping arrangements were the same, I went to bed and David was there only this time he was back in his plastic pants. I cuddled him that night, I wanted him to know that I was his older brother who would protect him and not harm him, and he scooted up to lie against my chest as I wrapped my arms around him.  That was the moment… the ‘POW’ moment I was telling you about. The moment when I fell for a sensation and my life changed just quite a bit.

My pajamas were very thin and so were David’s and I could feel the thickness of the diaper and plastic pants through the material. As he snuggled up closer the back of his pajamas came down and mine had also ridden up a bit so, some of my hip came into contact with his plastic pants. I liked the feeling. As he slept I pulled down his pajama bottoms and had him sleep tightly up against me and I just loved his hot little body and his shiny plastic pants rubbing up against my naked skin. I’m sure he had no idea what was going on, and in all truth, neither did I, but I do know that we slept that way for many months. I often wondered if he wondered why he always woke up with his pajama bottoms around his ankles but nothing was ever said. We tried on several occasions to let David sleep without the protection and he’d go a couple of days dry before he’d have another accident and mum would put him back into the protective padding. This frustrated little David a lot and visits to the Doctor and several help-features later, we still couldn’t stop him from his involuntary pissing. He seemed to stay dry when he was in all his protection but as soon as we let him out of it, he peed the bed. He was getting one angry little chap. He hated being like he was and, because he was still in his trainer pants, I think he was getting a ribbing from his friends at pre-school. Even at that age kids can be so cruel but he’d refused to wear those trainer or plastic pants to bed and started to wet even more regularly. No one at his school wore them, he argued in his boyish petulance, so why should he? He was determined that he wasn’t going to wear those ‘baby’ pants any more. We sympathised but every morning we’d both wake up to a sodden bed.

The rubber sheet we both now slept on helped a bit but he still flowed almost every night. Mum would be very forceful with him and dress him for bed, making sure his night time diaper and plastic pants were in place but as soon as she left the bedroom he’d angrily remove them and chuck them in the corner. When I came to bed a little later I’d see them and, thinking about what dad had said about being responsible and David’s protector, would pick them up and try to put them back on his sleeping little body. However, one night, instead of re-dressing David, I struggled to get into them myself. They were very tight and clung to me like another skin. It was incredible… I loved the feel. I loved the way they made me… I suppose… excited… as I’d gently stroke the soft malleable material against my body. I didn’t realise it was sexual – all I knew was that I liked the feeling it gave me. This was even better than rubbing up against my little brother and I had no idea why it had taken me so long to undertake this most obvious of steps.

The following morning we woke to another wet bed, I had forgotten the fact that I was wearing David’s plastic pants and so when mum came in, she saw me in them. At first she looked a bit surprised and then just nodded to me. At breakfast I was worried about what mum would say to dad but I was amazed. Mum said that I had hit upon a fantastic idea. She had read that a sibling, which I gathered was me, might set a better example than anyone else if I did the same as my brother. At the time I didn’t quite get what she meant but I was just so happy that she had not said anything embarrassing to dad and that I was being held up for some praise. That night, when mum took David up to bed, she asked me to go with her. I was watching TV but with a smile and an encouraging nod from dad, I made my way upstairs. David was once again riling against putting on his night time padded protection but mum asked him – what if I wore the same as him, would he then wear them? She told him that he was not a little boy, and that we all knew it wasn’t his fault. I was shocked… somewhere in all this I suddenly realised what I was being asked to do. Even as an 8 year-old I thought, what I did in the privacy of my own bed and liked, was not necessarily what I wanted to be taken as the natural course of things. After all, I was a lot older than David, I was grown up for heaven’s sake. I hadn’t worn a diaper since I was 2. I was just about to voice these concerns when she told David that it was all my idea and that both she and my dad were proud that I loved my little brother so much I was prepared to do this for him. She said that I was the best brother in the world and David should know just how much his older brother was trying to help him with his slight problem. She produced a new, slightly larger diaper like David’s and a pair of plastic pants and asked me to put them on. So, caught off guard by this turn of events and knowing I had no way out of it, I stripped off in front of mum and David and let her fasten me into them and the new, slightly larger and more rubbery pair of plastic pants, before pulling my pajamas over it all. I felt huge… if well protected. Seeing me like this David didn’t even try and baulk, he let my mum dress him the same and with no more fuss kissed him a more relaxed goodnight. I was on my way back downstairs to watch TV and … well I don’t know what… possibly to try and talk myself out of the situation… when David called me back and asked me to come to bed with him there and then. I was about to argue but mum said what a good idea it was and I knew I was beaten. Even dad came into the room and kissed us both goodnight, he gave me a huge hug and said “Thanks” and at that moment I knew things would never be the same. I went through this nightly ritual for as long as I shared a bed with David, a further two years. Some times he’d go forever without getting wet as long as he had his protection on. When we tried to take him out of them he inevitably wet the bed. However, I had grown used to my nocturnal mode of dress and told mum I didn’t mind sleeping that way if it helped. I was happy and I suppose enjoying my first ‘fetish’, although at the time I had no idea that such a word existed but I suppose, even at that age, I knew it was nothing to shout about as I hadn’t told anyone how much I liked wearing all that stuff.

Eventually, dad got a new job and we moved. In the new house we all had a room each and in many ways I was sad to lose the comfort of my younger brother sleeping next to me, though at the time I think I was really made up about having so much space to myself. The strange thing was… David stopped wetting himself. Now he had his own room he just grew in confidence and his wetting stopped. Not gradually, but overnight… he pulled off his protection on that first night in his new single bed and never put them back on. Things changed for me as well. I had more privacy but mum, had stopped buying plastic pants and stuff to fit me, because she was able to stop buying those things altogether. However, I kept my diapers and plastic pants and occasionally I would just pull on those very tight fitting stretched slippery pants and wear them in bed.

When I got my first wage packet I went out to the drugstore and quite openly bought a couple of new pairs of plastic pants and adult diapers and have been doing so ever since. I still live at home with mum and dad and my brother and it’s great, I have as much freedom as I need. I’m not sure if mum knows what I do. I don’t leave ‘evidence’ around the house but I did once notice that the draw I kept them in had been opened. I assumed it was mum putting away my ironed clothes but I never asked and she never said if this was the case. So, everything is fine. I wear these for comfort, for memories and, well, because I like to. My job doesn’t pay a fortune so I’m not able to wear them 24/7 but at night, when I’m feeling that way out, there is simply nothing better than getting well-padded, slip on some soft plastic pants and drift off to the most amazingly comfortable sleep you will ever have. I always wake up happy and relaxed, even if I happen to have wet myself in the night. I adore my thick protection. I enjoy the sensation of my plastic pants. I love my life.

This story is written by Les Lea les_lea@hotmail.com

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Publication Date: November 30, 2014

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INTRO:

This is a seris of stories that have happned to me in my life.

Should a child have to go though such things in life to end up where they are now or should someone step in to help? But to step in and help that child must help themselves by saying something to someone first.

But even then who will that person they told stick up for the child or the abuser(s)?

What is life to a child?

If I knew then what I know now certain things would be different.

If I would have said something back then would I have gotten my help or would I be ignored is what I think of a lot .

Will I ever find someone that I can trust and they can have trust in me? I believe I currently have someone I can look froward to meeting in the future but only time can tell what’s going to happen to me.

STORY Part 1 what life has become:

WARNING GRAFICAL, SOME STORIES MIGHT NOT BE IN THE RIGHT ORDER AS THESE ARE MEMORIES THAT COME TO ME AS I WRITE.

Might not be appropriate for some people. May contain underage sexuality, abuse, violence, other extreme situations.

this story is going to be from past events in my life. its mostly from my childhood and hope this story will help people tell there story too. if this story has either changed on how you think or helped you in any way share this with others you know.the reason why im writing this is to show people there not alone and there others that been to similer things like i have been though.

I know this story might seem like its nothing but negitive stuff but im going to make a chapter for the good tiems in my life becouse for ever good time there was there was a bad time.

From when I was only 8 years old I have always feared to go to my grandparents’ house. Especially when my cousin came for the day. Witch was every single day that we visited. Out of the whole year we would spend a about 25-30 days at my grandparents’ house so that was a lot for me. I always dreaded going on a four-wheeler ride with my cousin ever since the first time he took me. I still can feel and see what is being happen from all those years of being used like someone’s toy. When my parents noticed I have been having bad grades and have been keeping to myself all the time in my room they never asked why I was feeling so down and messing up in school.

They just said it was because I was mentally retarted. Even when I was feeling like this they still had me go to my grandparents’ house every year for 8 years that’s 8 months’ worth of days that I was getting abused and being used as someone’s sex toy by a relative. It was never anal and I thank god it wasn’t it was always oral. He would wait till everyone left and take me out into the middle of the forest where no one would hear us or see us. He always went way to fast witch always scared me because I would think we would crash but we never did.

After we got to where he wanted to be he would always tell me to touch him and it was for school but after he was sick and tired of that he would have me put my mouth around him. And he would always urinate in my mouth making me drink it. Then he would do his thing and he would always say if you want to make this stuff too  (mean sperm witch I had no idea what it was back then) all I had to do is spit on mine and rub it and the spit will turn into it too make it.

After we got back to my grandparents’ house he usually left right away I guess so then he wouldn’t have to be nervous in front of other people and questioning it. I never got sick or a bad stomach even after what he did to me I think if I did and had to go to the doctor then everyone would know what terrible things he did to me. After the first day I found my own hobby to do up until I was 16 but that story is for later.

One day it was different my mom told me to go with my cousin on the four wheeler ride. I declined it and my cousin said it would be fun and the next thing I know I was on the four wheeler heading to our spot again like always. And the same old story on how it’s for school, the same thing happened like always. My mom was helping him on molesting me and she didn’t even know it. I bet if I ask her about it she will 100% deny it and say she never told me to go with him. She has her way on telling lies and making them seem like it’s the truth when it’s not.

I remember when i was about 12 my family was having a birthday we were all going to go to chucky cheeses. i was so excited that day but when it was almost time to leave i was forced to stay in my room without moving or going to the bathroom or anything all just becouse of messing with something that wasnt mine. after they all left i couldnt stop thinking about how i dont get to do anything i want and its not far that everyobr else got fun birthdays and got better stuff then me.

the reason why i didnt ever get to do anything fun for my birthday was becouse it was in the winter and no ones going to want to do anything during that time and since it was really close to chrismas i always had to share my birthday on chrismas so my parents could say that my chrismas and birthday gift were the same. its basicly saying im not worth tue cookouts or the parties or anything compaired to everyone else. i aways hated how my birthday was close to chrismas.

After I was abused when I was 8 I remember starting to get interested on dinosaurs, fossils. I started learning all about them and started to collect fossils. It was the only thing I had at the time that made me feel happy. I would look for hours in the rocks outside just to find a rock with a shell or something interesting in it. I never really told myself it was a way to cope with what happen to me but I think it helped a lot because that was my thing and no one could take it away from me. As I was getting older I learned about the meteor that took them out then got interested in space and dinosaurs and soon had 2 things I was into at the age of 9.

I always have been interested in black holes and what they could possibly do like bring someone to a different dimension, and destroying everything in its path. one day I was looking at some rocks out said and later that day asked my dad if I could go to a dig site and look for fossils and he promised me this every year and every year he broke his promise but never once did I complain about him not keeping his promises. I always did I complain about him not keeping his promises. I always wanted to be a archeologists and study fossils. But as I grew older so did my dreams and the meaning to my parent promises as they were 80% broken when though I kept mine.

The last time I really was interested in fossils and space was when I was 16 after the incident with exposing myself to my nephew because that day I knew that nothing was worth doing anymore because in my mind is that. I got in trouble for exposing myself and not doing anything else and got in a lot of trouble when my cousin was able to make me give him oral sex and get away with it for 8 years. But there was even one more time but before with someone else that rode my bus when i was about 12yrs old. i was currious about what my cousin was doing to me so me and a child around the age of 8-10 years old would sit together as freinds at first but this experiance happned for only 4 months i belive.

but we both were intrested in our privates and would hide in a coat since it was fall so we could always put the coat over our heads so no one could see. so we experimated in sexually acts. i didnt know it was really bad back then. i knew it was a private thing that people dont go around shgowing but didnt know why at the time since no one told me about why stuff was private and why certain things were bad. but as for right now i wish i could take back everything back i did to that kid and my nephew. i wish that i could end my life sometimes thinking that the problem would go away even tho i dont know if they remember it or not.

I still have certain feelings about that kind of stuff but the thing is i belive its becouse of what my cousin did to me making me thing its ok to do even tho i know its wrong. i just wish that i could stop feeling certain ways about people. i think touching or doing stuff to childeren is really wrong and would probably kill someone if i caught them doing that to some child. but as my feelings go its more towards the anime ones as long as its not relistic or anything like that becouse i would kill myself before ever looking up that kind of stuff of real life photos. and everytime i do look at a nime version of a person like that i still feel bad after lookinhg at them but i know its not as bad as going out and acting on those feelings.

i think thats why i want to help kids so that no one could ever hurt them again and it could help me break my habbit of looking up those anime photos as i know something like that isnt tollerable in a foster home. but ultimatly i would like to work for people that helps solve cases on childeren to help them feel safe again unlike how i felt when i was a child all along and scaired and deppressed thinking that anyone can and will hurt me at any time. thats how i still feel tho. i dont consider myself as someone that would hurt a child but im scaired that i might becouse of my past thats why i feel like ending my life everytime i have those types of thoughts but i would never kill myself unless i knew i was about to do it. only becouse a childs life is more valubale then mine becouse they could change the world but if someone hurts them then they might not have that potental again and i would feel really bad and still kill myself. but i dont know if this is a thing or not but if i had to consider myself as something oi would have to say im still confused about everything.

i know there will be negitive comments about that part and understand why and wouldnt blame you…. and peobably thinking why would he want to be with childeren or that girl then if hes afraid that he might hurt someone. and that is answered by if i do hurt someone i would want someone to put a bullet though my head right on the spot as i find even the show svu disturbing and wrong. and i just feel sorry and terribale about everything in my childhood. i even lie to myself all the time saying what he did to me was ok and that everyone has had it happen to them or try going into some sorty of state in my mind thinking it was perfectly normal for someone to do to me.

When I turned 18 I started to get sexual desires and that’s when I realized what my cousin was doing to me and why. At this point I was just starting to realize that when ever I decided to explore myself it felt good so that became a ritual for a month. Even when I was 14 I discovered myself but never knew what was happening so it was more of a game to me and friends and was always gun exploring ourselfs.

Even tho we did this stuff we didn’t have any idea what we were doing and thought it was some sort of fun game we made up. Even then I didn’t realize this was what my cousin was doing as me and my friends weren’t doing anything like what my cousin was doing until I was 18 and learned about sex from school. Then after I was tired of that at the age of 18 when I learned what it was I started to getting into more things that was based around that.

But even before I knew what this was when I was 17 I had a weird desire to be treated like a baby again. I usually bought/stole pull-up’s or diapers from somewhere to feel like a baby again before I was molested. One day I looked this up online when I was 17 and found out there was other people out there like me and this was called ab/dl (adult baby/diaper lover) and this was a way to go back to before all the bad stuff started to happen. But I always had to hide everything as I was scared everyone would hate me because of it.

By the time I was 23 my family found out and I was sort of right they had me because of who and what I am but they don’t hate me as a family member. I’m 100% sure if I wasn’t in there family they would have stoned me and hit me for being who I am. This stuff brought me some happiness but not exactly the kind I wanted and needed as no one knew that I was abused at the time.

After I was 16 I didn’t care about anything at all I gave up on life and school and didn’t care if I was being used for slave work for my parents I just gave up on everything until I was 24 years old when I became friends with a girl named Juliet who is 14yrs old. We each talked about out past and she has almost the same past like me but a lot worse. She had been from molested to getting stabbed to being force to hold a gun to her mama while she was asleep by her father.

And everything that she was forced to do she didn’t do it no matter how bad the beatings and the pain was. It was a really hard time for her that she turned to cutting herself to get rid of the pain and to see if she was able to still feel pain. For me it was smoking and almost giving up on live and ending it all just because everyone cared about what people say about their family instead of supporting the person that was abused. when we heard each other’s secrets and fears and dark stories we helped each other and she got me to stop smoking and I got her from cutting.

When it was my last day ever to visit them I didn’t realize why until a couple weeks later when me and my nephew was by our self I exposed myself too him, and he showed me his and I got in trouble. I didn’t know it was bad or anything back then since my cousin always told me it was ok to do. So after I got in trouble that made my life seem like it’s not worth anything since everything I know could be wrong.

After that day o never visited my grandparents’ house ever again because I didn’t want to see him ever again for doing something that was bad. And that was when I was 16. if you were to ask my mom when it happened she would say I was 20 just so that she can remind me of what I did when I talked about my cousin trying to make it seem just as bad as what he did too me.

we helped each other and she got me to stop smoking and I got her to stop cutting. And saved each other from just ending our lives. We made a promise to not do anything that would harm us so we can be together forever. And decided to make plans to make a group home for kids who were abused by family and to help them until they are old enough to live on their own. I think everyone is thinking that my plan on doing this is a big joke to them. They don’t realize how much this means to me and would die to even get close to this dream. No one will ever stop me from doing this one thing. Even if Juliet has to go back to her country I will fly to where she is and we can still make our dreams happen.

People say that she’s too young to have fallen in love with but it is not love at all its nothing close to love that is bringing us together its passion, commitment, a promise, desire to be together that drives me to doing this otherwise if love is only the reason why we’re doing this then it wouldn’t be worth moving in with her and her mother.  This is more than just love

My parents always seemed to be busy to pay attention to anything I did when I was still living with them. But not to busy to force me to do there farm work and to do all there chores. We were always promised to get some money or something in return but 90% of the time it was all lies or that they have forgotten and started making me do some other work for them. Some times I truly believe that they used me just for slave work. But most of the time I just thought of it as becoming who I will be in the future witch I never wanted to follow my parents footsteps into being a farmer. As soon as I was able to move out and could I did it.

When I moved out it was one of the best times in the world because I didn’t have to hide anything anymore I could do what ever I wanted in my own place and didn’t have to watch my back to see if my parents were going to be there watching me for anything they could catch me on. They always liked to catch me on lying about anything but there favorite thing to bust me on was smoking. If they have realized what caused my smoking Mabey they would have carried about my feelings but I never shared my feelings till after I moved out. I have started smoking so I can deal with the stress that work and the past has giving me if I never was subjected to start having sex with my cousin then Mabry I wouldn’t have needed to start smoking.

I started when i was 16-17 somewhere around that age when everything was falling apart on me and couldn’t feel like I could trust anyone. I always wonder what it would be like if I did tell on my cousin and what he did to me from the first time it happened. Would I still feel like how I do now or would I have had a happier childhood. But I am grateful for what has happened in my life and the event or I wouldn’t have learned how terrible life can be. But there’s also some good that happened in my life. I was able to find a girl and to be able to feel like I’m worth something again. If I didn’t find her and she didn’t find me then I could have already been dead by now either physically or emotionally.

There was plenty of time I wish I was dead and did think of committing suicide and was close to doing it to. The only fear I had while getting the rope/knife ready to end it all was the fear of it hurting as in pain. And the thought of it being a sin and going to hell for it. If I didn’t fear any of that I would have been dead by the time I was 16 and when I was 18 and again when I was 23. Those times were really bad times for me emotionally not physically.

I couldn’t stand my life anymore because just the thought on how people use me and abuse me just got to my head. If I could trade being killed or being in a comma for the rest of my life then being used as a sex toy for my cousin then I would have chosen them. But as of now in my life I would have missed out on a wonderful girl who means so much to me that if I would have not meet her she could have been killed already that’s how much of a impact we have on each other.

I remember going to Disneyland with my family and got to ride a plane. The plane was probably the best part of the trip for me. The other times at Disneyland I found boring not because of it being Disneyland but the fact that everything we did was based on what everyone else wants to do. I never got to do anything I wanted to do there. The best part of the place was the animal tree but even then I still couldn’t stop thinking that everything I do is base on what other people wanted to do and to my parents that was called being a normal family. My parents try so hard to be a normal family but there’s no such thing as a normal or perfect family like you see on TV.

All families have problems from drugs to sex to murder nothing is perfect but in there eyes they wanted to seem the like that one family were nothing bad happens. The only time I got to do what. want was when it was time for my school six flags field trip and that was one of the fun times in my life since I was able to go were I wanted when I wanted.

But during the six flags trip I didn’t bring enough money so I had to borrow some money from my ex girlfriend’s mother just to get something to eat. After that I learned to always bring twice as much as what I think I need for just in case something might happen and so far that has always worked for me. I have never gone anywhere without enough money after that day. Another fun trip I remember taking was every year during middle school we would go to a science museum in Chicago I always like that and was able to see alot of old things like fossils and mummies and different artifacts.

Once high school started I thought they still did that but they never too field trips. Until I had to get transferred to a school for the emotionally challenged but it was actually a school for the emotionally insane. They could restrain you no matter what your doing even if your not doing your work and have your head on the desk they would tackle you.

One day at the school it we P.E with was fun in that school but anyways it was a normal day but all the teachers had to step out for something I guess some kid needed help being held down. But as soon as a teacher got back in someone turned out the lights and when the teacher turned it back on I was on the other side of the room leaning against the wall by one of the 3 switches so he came  over to me and tackled me on the ground yelling at me saying that ill have to go to in school witch is like detention but during school. But I didn’t go I told them to get the hell off of me,I didn’t do anything, fuck you. But at the end of it I sat by the doors were the bus were to pick us up at the end of the day.

The next day the principal told me she was sorry and that other kids told them who it was so I said I don’t want a sorry from you I want it from the teacher. So I went to my class and asked that teacher if he had anything to say and he said no so I told him that the principal said it wasn’t me and he said ok so i repeated my question to him and he never said he was sorry so I told him to screw off then. I think its funny how his boss had to say it for him. He was always a one eyed jerk. Literally he had a glass eye…lol

i know i talked about all the bad stuff so far but there is some good things i had one good freind that i would stay weeks at a time with and we would watch movies and play games all the time as we got older he moved out of the city and now we only see each other acouple times a year but when we do see each other we would always plan on doing something from playing video games to bowling.

there also have been some fun family things i have done like camping and fishing but as we got older that slowly stopped and now we dont do that anymore. the closes thing we do is a cookout with the whole family. but sometimes that can even be to stressful with all the kids and people yelling. but otherwise its pretty fun going to those as long as no one is having any issues.

i would have to say all my good time were when we were all playing out side and camping. other wise everything else was either working on the darm or in the house or watching old western movies. i always found those boring and most likly fall asleep during it.

if i could change one thing in my life its how i looked at things then mabey i would have understand why certain things happned but what is done is done and if non of those thi g happned to me then i dont think i would have found my best friend ever.

ever since i found out that juliet was roleplaying everything about herself i still feel in love and caring for her. the story about her and her dad wasnt true so i was relived to find out that he never really hurt her. but when i found out what she really looks like and sounds. it ment the world to me so my feelings towards her is even greater now then its ever been even when i found out the photos of her were fake but i was still in love with her. after that day we are still having plans on moving together after her mama’s leg heals. but now a days i get to see and hear her off my phone witch is one of the greatest things so far that we can do.

still to this day o get reminded of my past and what I could have done to protect myself but without the knowledge others had about those types of situations then there is no way to know what is harmful or how I should have felt with the situation. to this day even my dad talks behind my back on how I’m a fag/queer and that I could have prevented what was happening in my live but if that was true there would be no molestation  or wars or murders or people like him on earth because then people could decide when to have a baby and know before hand how that person would turn out and ny that logic at least 60% of everyone would be wiped out. so the next time someone says it’s all your fault it really isn’t it’s the parents fault for trusting a child molester because they already knew about it by my dad’s theory.

it’s only a month till I get to be with Juliet and a lot has changed in my life in the last year. I got to understand there’s others like me out there and there’s others that had it worse then me too. but when something happens to you personally it seems like other peoples problems Arnt as bad as yours but it is because everyones feelings is different to others. but since its only a month till I move I’m already sleeping more so the days go by faster so then I wouldn’t have to wait as long. but my parents want me to get a job and I can’t just work for a month and quit because that won’t even be worth it.

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This is a life story written by Bigbaby. He send me a message and ask me if i could post his life story on my blog and i decide to do that.

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since my last chapter that i have written its been about 3 months since then so i guess i have acouple things i can share now that more time has passed.

Recently i had heard that i wouldnt be moving to florida this month and just hope it will be soon as the longer we wait for it to happen the more time ill spend without being with the person i love the most. we currently have been figuring out how to get all this done but no luck yet. so all i can do is pray and hope it comes soon.

now that its becoming closer to thanksgiving the closer it is that ill have to go back to winsconsin to visit my grandma for thanks giving. so im hoping that when i go up there that i dont see my cousin and if i do and he trys to talk to me or start a fight or something with me then ill probably have some type of fight going on. it will most likly be the 8+ years of torture.

that will realease all at once on him. the only reason im going to my grandmas is becouse you never know when it will be the last time to see someone you know thats that old and that has health problems. other wise i would never go back up there. and i just recently found out that he also tryed but failed at doing the same thing but to a relitive of mine.

As I wait in my apartment I can’t stop thinking of how I’m going back to the one place that brought me so much pain. I just keep feeling how the only time I felt safe when I was in Wisconsin was when ever I was with my grandma. We use to go shopping all the time and she would buy me what ever I wanted if it was a toy and she would teach me how to play rummy and we would play that every night until the last two years that I have been up there.

I’m hoping that I can find my safety net while I’m up there as I don’t know how I will react if I see my cousin again exapeally if he tried talking to me or effers me a four wheeler ride. I been thinking about this week for the last month and how to cope with it all.

but the only thing I could think of is brining a stuffed animal or something to be with since I’ll mostly be alone to avoid talking and being around people as it will be a hard time for me to deal with since I’m the only one that has a fear of going back to Wisconsin that and the dentist but that could be a story for some other time tho.

As I wait at my brothers house for thanks giving the more the time goes by the more people start building up in the house. So far no site of my cousin in the house so every time the door open I start getting a mini heart attack. The only person I can talk to is most likely asleep or busy with school work.

As I ride back home on the 6hr ride home all I could do was sleep or reed my book on my phone. But as soon as I got home I remembered leaving a few thing in Wisconsin and am thinking that I can get them next time I go back.

I go to stuff my clean cloth into my clean hamper as I was to lazy to refold them and headed directly to my friends house where we are now eating pizza then started to watch the movie jackass.

The next day is November 30th and I go on Facebook when I wake up seeing if there was anything interesting and there usually isn’t but I noticed I had a notification and looked at it in disbelief. The notification was juliets birthday for yesterday. My heart sunk seeing that it was yesterday and she never told me last night that it was her birthday.

All I could do is text her and wait for a answer why and as I wait and think about why she never told me all I could think of is that I let her down in some way or did something to deserve it. And the more I thought about the worst possible thing the sadder and more depressed I got.

15 minutes later I receive a call from her letting me know that it’s nothing I have done. It was because she thought I knew but now we got everything straightened out we talked about sharks and sting rays and fishing but she had to leave and go with her dad. During that day I watch my usual cartoons and send her a msg every once in a while seeing how she it and what she’s doing.

As the month goes by I get more depressed. Just recently I had to go to the hospital as my back was sore and hurting. What they could tell was that I had a torn muscle and now I can’t lay down or breath deeply as every breath feels like a sharp sting. Now that I can’t help with the paper route till I can sit up without hurting I have to stay home and can’t really do anything.

As I watch tv all I can think about is how depressing this month will be for me. Since most winters is depressing to me I just can’t stop thinking how much I wish I could be in Florida already, away from this cold weather.

A few weeks has passed and I couldn’t sleep. Earlier I was watching movies then decided to give my cat some attention for a while as I was petting him he bit the top off head then I realized that I take care of him but yet he betrays me. Which then in that instance I remember my pervious girlfriend who has betrayed me by going out with someone else just becouse he started working at her work place.

After 4 months of me getting over her she wants to get back with me and I declined saying I can’t take the pain again and that I couldn’t accept her request. After all all the time we were going out she wouldn’t hold my hand or anything so how can I trust someone that wouldn’t let me do the simplest of things as holding hands or even a hug?

Then after that I have remembered something that I have forgotten for years. The one most important memory that is hold have remembered all my life but have forgotten a year after it happened. While I was in kindergarden I fell in love with this girl and she loved me to we would always hang out and hold hands to every class we walked to together or at least I think we did but the one thing I remember is that. She was slightly on the large side and was the same height as me.

The one thing I remembered about her the most was how she always protected me against other people. During this time frame everything in my life then was the best time in my life. I was innocent and had someone I could hold onto when ever I needed too but then I think to my self the one question that should mean the most to me. What was her name? As I think about this tears start rolling down my eyes as I have forgotten the one person that have protected me before all the bad stuff started happening to me. As I get more emotional I pound my fist into my bed and bang the back on my head against the wall as hard as I could about 4 times.

As I realize I won’t ever remember her name or won’t ever see her again all I can think of is does she remember me or my name if she does remember me and my name there’s still a chance that she could find me then I could say thanks for being by my side back then. As I end this paragraph for the night all I can think of is mabey she’ll read this part of my story and realize that it’s me but I have my doubts about that kind of stuff.

A few days after 2015 starts I started not being able to sleep like I use to. The more I thought about stuff that is happening around me that I’m not part of the more depressed and unrational I become with my thoughts and judgment on things making them worse then what they really are. I don’t know if it’s because of family missing my birthday party or that friends and family are having there own parties and I have no ideas when or where they are just seems to me that I have been forgotten about but I know it’s not true.

It’s most likely I did something for them not to want me to be around or something it could be because of this story revealing my past on the bad stuff that happened to me leading up to me being bi and a abdl. I believe it’s one of those things that turn my family and friends away from me as soon as they know the real me. Sometimes I wish I knew what to do to show that I’m not some sort of freak or weird person. I guess it’s just how my life is suppose to go.

For about a week I had my best friend at my apt while he was in town and am great-full that he’s still my friend after everything we went though and what he knows about me and what I know about him. Even tho me and him can get physical with each other it’s all for fun it’s never out of anger.

It’s Saturday night and I decide to dye my hair blue. I get it all bleached and start adding the dye and combing it though so it evens it self out. As soon as I was finished after waiting a hour and 20mins I began to wash my hair at the end of washing up and laying down for the night my scalp and part of my ears and forehead is covered in blue dye. Now I relive I shouldn’t have bleached my hair and just put streaks in my hair but hair always grows back so I’m letting my hair stay like this till summer. Then might get it all shaved off for when it’s hot out then Re-grow my hair out and dye it black or have black with red streaks but I’ll go to a salon for it next time. Mabey then it’ll look good without having the dye all over.
As time goes by and it becomes the 3rd month of the year it seems like life has been going by to fast. As I sit and think about the future the more depressed I get about thinking what if nothing goes right in my life what if I can’t live with her or what if something bad happens where one of us gets hurt or something worse. But as time goes by so does our communication. It’s not like what it seemed like it use too. If anything it’s mabey 5% of what it use to be when we talked.
But besides the stuff that deals with my future and thinking about her. I start to become more calmer about my past as I haven’t been thinking much about it lately. I’m hoping that soon I’ll forget all about it and move on.

As February ends and March begins its still cold with know all over by now it’s suppose to be nice outside. As the year passes by it seems to pass by more then last year. Soon time will be going
by so fast that soon life will cease to exist and a new generation will be taking over.

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This is a life story written by Bigbaby. He send me a message and ask me if i could post his life story on my blog and i decide to do that so thats way you find his life story on this blog.

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