STORY: Baby Again
Grumpy Bear
Day One
My eighteenth birthday. I had graduated high school last week.
My parents, unfortunately, could not be there, as they had been killed
nine months earlier. I missed them, & wished they could see me as I
walked across the stage. But instead, I had to be satisfied with the
fact that my aunt was there. Since the accident I had lived in a garage
apartment behind her house. I couldn't complain, hey, it was free. But
now, at 18, my parents' house was legally mine, along with the sizable
trust fund they had left for me. What a birthday present!
I had my stuff moved within an hour of waking up. The first
thing I did was go back to my old room, which I had been locked out of
for the past nine months, & get into my closet. I pushed the winter
clothes out of the way, & opened the door to the closet behind them.
Finally, I could get to my special things again. I went all the way
back in, & got the box labeled "clothes", brought them out, & closed the
doors. My heart was racing as I opened the box. Damn! Sure enough,
nine months of neglect had taken their toll- the moths had eaten all
through my soft, fluffy, cotton diapers. The pins were rusty, & so were
the snaps on the rubber panties.
What could I do? I went down to the garage, opened the door &
got in my car. I drove to the nearest medical supply, got out & entered
the store. A pretty, young woman, about my age, greeted me immediately.
"Good morning, Ma'am! How can I help you today?"
"Well", I said, "I'm looking for some incontinence products."
Boy, was I glad I was the only one there! I could feel my face
flush red as I said this. She blinked twice, but, to her credit, she
never lost her "sales smile". "I'll be glad to help you with those,
ma'am. My name's Sara."
"Uh, Jan Parker, nice to meet you, Sara"
"And you, Ms. Parker. What type of products were you looking
for?" Well,I thought, here it was-the moment of truth. Do I use the
tired old cliche about a sick relative, or do I tell her the truth? I
didn't think about it for long, however, because Sara quickly whispered
to me, "Tell me the truth if they're for you, otherwise we may not get
the right products! It's OK, I sell diapers to men & women all day
long, & am well versed in how to make sure you get the right fit,
absorbency, & style of product you need!"
After that line, there was no way in hell I could lie to her.
"Yes, Sara, they are for me. I have a, er, that is, sometimes I,
well..."
"You wet your pants, huh?"
"Yeah, that's it."
"On purpose, or by accident?
She so floored me with the directness of her question, that I
didn't even think about my answer: "On purpose."
All of a sudden, her tone changed. "Come with me, young lady."
I followed her like a puppy into the back of the store. She sat me in a
chair, & said to wait. I heard her call the answering service, & say
she would be closed for about an hour, as she had a delivery to make.
Then I heard the front door lock, some packages rustling, & finally,
Sara walking back to the stockroom. She walked in & told me to undress.
(I LOVE dominant women!) I did, & she immediately reprimanded me,
saying I was much too young for big-girl panties. She then walked me
over to an examining table in the back of the stockroom. I lay down on
it, & she removed my panties. She praised me, saying that I was a good
girl for not having any nasty old hairs down there, proceeded to oil me,
cover me with powder, & coat my vulva with a thick coating of Vaseline,
cooing & talking baby talk to me the whole time. It felt very weird,
but good to be babied again even though Sara was only about a year older
than me at most. She raised up my bottom, placed a thick cloth diaper
under me, & still holding my legs up, put a big dollop of the Vaseline
in my tushy-hole. I squealed as she did this, & she slowly lowered me
back onto my back, pulled the diaper nice & snug across my bottom, then
up between my legs, pinning it securely at my thighs & waist. Then she
slipped a pair of big rubber panties over her own wrists, took hold of
my ankles, and in no time had the panties around my waist. She secured
me to the table at my waist, then fastened my wrists at my sides. I
felt her raise the head of the table to a semi-sitting position.
"Sara", I asked, "why do you have me all tied-umph!" I was cut off as
she stuck a huge pacifier nipple in my mouth & inflated it.
"Because it's feeding time for baby Jan!" she said sweetly.
"Now drink alllll your formula or Mommy Sara will be mad!" Not
like I had much choice. The pacifier was, in reality, a feeding gag to
which was attached a 2-quart bag filled with (I found out later)
Pedialyte (adds fluid to a dehydrated child's system), Lasix (a potent
diuretic), Soma (a muscle relaxant), & a potassium supplement, since I
was getting a diuretic. I finished all of it, & Sara removed my gag,
unstrapped me, & asked if I wanted her to keep training me. I said I
loved it & asked her when she could do it again. She told me to go
home. It being Saturday, she closed at 3 & she would meet me at my
house then to finish training me (she got my address from my purse while
I was being fed.) I rushed home, still dry, but in desperate need of a
potty. I opened the door to the house, ran into what was my parents'
bathroom, took down my jeans & rubber panties, & found that Sara had
used locking diaper pins on me! I had no choice but to wet my diapers &
wait for her to come & change me. So, I pulled up my panties and let
go, then took off my jeans & bra, leaving my shirt on, put my hair in
pigtails, & soaking wet, of course, decided I wanted to watch some TV.
I went over & lay on the couch, & promptly fell asleep to "News at 11."
I awoke to the sound of someone ringing the doorbell. (Yawn)
"Just a minute!" Sleepily, I walked to the front door, looked through
the peephole, & saw a delivery truck outside, & a guy, about 25 standing
there, scratching his ass. "Who is it?"
"ABP Medical Supply! Order for Ms. Parker!"
"I'm Ms. Parker", I replied,opening the door,"What's the
order?"
He answered,"I don't know, all I do is deliver it. 6 boxes, a
couple are kinda big." Sign here, I'll bring 'em in." I signed the
form,& watched him bring the packages in. He finished, got his
clipboard, & started toward the door. "Oh, by the way, Ms. Parker,
maybe it's none of my business, but I think you probably ought to change
yourself, your diaper is sagging." Then he closed the door & drove off.
I was mortified! I forgot I was even wearing the diapers! I
was so embarrassed I filled my diapers with a big, brown load! I then
realized I must have wet during my nap, because I was a lot wetter than
I remembered.
"I haven't done that in 14 years", I thought, "What's happening
to me?"I waddled over to the boxes. Curious, I went to the garage, &
got some tools out, then went back to the boxes. I opened the first one
& all I saw were steel bars. I took them out, & found the assembly
instructions. Within 30 minutes, my new hospital style crib, complete
with locking top, was set up in the master bedroom. As a touch of
whimsy, I even attached the mobile from my old baby crib.
Then I opened the next box. An adult size changing table!
"Sara, you jewel! This is perfect!", I thought as I set up the table
next to the crib. The third box contained clothing. I mean CLOTHING!
Pretty dresses, nice thick diapers, footed sleepers, bonnets, even some
rhumba panties! How did she know I love rhumba panties?!? I hung all
these up & put the diapers & rubber panties in my changing table, then
went to the next box. Even a high chair! I was so excited as I got it
out, I peed again, but this time, I didn't even realize it until I was
done! "Just like a baby", I thought as I felt my poo-poo get all
slippery on my bottom. I was just finishing the chair & putting it in
the kitchen, when I heard Sara drive up. I quickly put the empty boxes
in the garage to throw away later, then I thought "What could be more
kid-like? Playing with big, cardboard boxes in nothing but a messy
diaper!"
I ditched my shirt. "Perfect!" When Sara opened the door,
there I was with an old toy gun.
"Pow,Pow!" I yelled, "Bang! I got you, Mommy Sara!"
She ran over & gave me a hug, saying, "No, I got YOU!"
"Oh my, have you got a fort here?"
"Uh-huh, an' an' an' I gots all kinds of pweasants today, too!
Did you send those to me?"
"I sure did, precious! (sniff,sniff) Uh-oh! who's got a messy
tushy?"I raised my hand. "I twied to use da potty, but I couldn't get
my diapees off, Mommy! I really, really tried, too!"
"Have you set up your new changing table?"
"Uh-huh! It's in da bedwoom, but my diapees are locked on! Da
pins won' open Mommy!"
"I bet I can open them, Jan" she dangled her key chain from one
of the keys on it.
"Come on, let's change that dirty bottom!"
She took me by the hand, led me to the bedroom, & helped me onto
the table. Then she fastened me the same way she did at the store, then
pulled down my "wubby pants" as she called them. She used her key &
opened my pins up, folded down the diaper, saying, "My, what a messy
baby! How did you get so wet & soooo dirty?" I gurgled up at her with
a happy little smile on my face-at least until she took a baby wipe to
me. I had developed a rash! Sara cleaned my poor, red, sore tushy
oh,so gently, rubbed me with baby cream, then Vaselined me like at the
store. The only difference was, this time, she made sure I was well
greased inside & out. She put a clean diaper under me, powdered my
entire body, then rubbed me till I almost came. She stopped, with me
right on the edge of a fantastic cum, pulled up my diaper, & pinned me
tight with the same locking pins. A clean pair of wubby pants completed
the picture-the picture of a very frustrated, very HORNY baby!!! She
asked if I would be her baby from now on. I was willing to promise
anything to cum right then, so I said, "Yes Mommy Sara, I be good baby
for you, Pwease, pwease, pwease, pwetty pwease wif sugar on top mother,
may I cum now?"
Sara laughed, & rubbed me off. I squealed, clawed, cried, &
babbled all at the same time as I felt my brain turn to Gerber oatmeal.
Sara then gave me the paci-gag again, with the same mixture in the bag,
& proceeded to lay out the rules of babyhood.
1)Baby may not talk grown-up talk. Mouth will be washed out
with soap for violations. 2)Baby may not be in the bathroom for any
reason without Mommy. There are things in there that can hurt little
babies. 3)Baby may not feed herself. Mommy will provide a bottle or
will spoon-feed baby as needed. 4)Baby may not change her own diapers.
Pins are sharp & can hurt little baby. 5)Diapers are there for a
purpose. They must be used as such. It is expected that baby will be
completely diaper-dependant in no more than one month. 6)Mommy may not
humiliate baby publicly, nor expose her to ridicule for things she
cannot help(i.e.: diaper wearing.) 7)Mommy will provide food, clean
clothing, baths & any other need as for any 18 month old. 8)Mommy will
make sure baby is healthy by providing pediatric health care as needed.
9) If Mommy needs to leave baby at home for any reason, baby must be
with a sitter, who will comply with all rules as noted here. 10)At
times when baby's "other" family or friends are over there will be no
evidence of baby's status. Rules 1,3,7,& 9 will be null & void at these
times. If baby needs a change of diaper, a simple hand signal will be
agreed to between Mommy & baby for this purpose.
I was just finishing my bag of formula as she finished this.
Sara unhooked my tube,but left the nipple strapped into my mouth. She
used the restraints to hold me & picked up some pink rhumba panties. I
giggled (as best I could) as she put them on me. She said, "Does baby
like her pretty rhumba panties?" I nodded vigorously. She unstrapped
my gag, put a pretty, frilly bonnet on me, & followed this with a very
short dress. I looked perfectly infantile, especially with the tiny
boobs I had. Even with me sitting up you almost couldn't tell I was a
female. Then Sara released me from the table, had me crawl to the
living room, & help her open the other 2 boxes. In one, we found a huge
playpen. In the other, a stroller & car seat. I jumped up & gave her a
big hug saying, "Mommy Sara, I love you!
She hugged me back & said, "Sweetheart, this is just the
beginning!
Baby Again
The Story Continues
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Hi, I'm Baby Jan! In the first part of my story, I told you
about how I came to own a big house, a nice bank account, a large supply
of big baby stuff, & have a mommy to take care of me. I'm 18 years old,
according to the calender, but when I'm at home, it's impossible to tell
me from a 2 year old, except by size. My Mommy's name is Sara. Sara's
not my real mommy, 'cause she & my Daddy died almost a year ago. My
real Mommy never knew that still wanted to be a baby. She wouldn't have
understood. I was a bedwetter until I was 10, so every morning I woke
up in a wet diaper, she would change me into clean didees for school.
It was kinda weird, I started my period, & that night I stopped wetting
the bed (at least, my body stopped, I wet on purpose many times.) It
was almost as if I was going to keep something absorbent between my legs
as long as I could. In 18 years, I've only worn big-girl-panties about
30 times, & that was for special occasions where Mommy was sure I'd be
near a potty, & even then she made sure I was in the bathroom about
every 30 minutes!!
But anyway, Sara came into my life when all the didees I had
became moth food after my parents died. She manages the store I went to
to get some new didees. See, I found out that Sara's Mommy died when
she was little, too, & her Daddy owns the store, but lives in another
state. Sara answers to him as far as the management stuff, but in
effect, she may as well own it, too. When I went in to buy the
"incontinence products" as I called them, She couldn't believe her ears.
I was the first female near her age that had come in requesting diapers.
So, she made sure I wore them-by locking them on me for a few hours.
The last installment ended when Sara & I opened the playpen, stroller, &
car seat packages.
It's been 6 months since I became Mommy Sara's baby. For the
first month, she fed me only from my feeding gag, or a rather pasty
mixture which contains a healthy balance of nutrients, a large portion
of stool softener, & a sweetener, so I don't mind eating it. Sara
didn't tell me what was in my food & "bottle" (feeding gag) until two
days before she started normal infant feedings. Needless to say, I am
now totally incontinent of bladder & bowel, & mess &/or wet about 8
times a day. It seemed Sara is always changing diapers to keep me from
getting a rash. I've had many outings, to the park, or the zoo, or the
mall in diapers.
I should probably describe us. Sara is 22, though she looks
about 18, with bright red hair, green eyes, a fabulous smile, & body
that men (& I) go "ga-ga" over (pun intended!) She's tall, lean, & very
well endowed. But she's not just a pretty face, she graduated from a
very prominent university, in a degree that few people get in less than
5 years. She got it in 3, with a 3.95 GPA, So with a mind like that,
why is she in her Daddy's store? Because he needed a manager, & she
wanted to help people like me. She originally wanted to be a nurse, but
dismissed that as a "childish" wish when her Daddy disapproved.
I, on the other hand, am 18, with brown hair & eyes, with a
"cute" (so everyone says) baby-face, chubby cheeks & all. I'm only
about 4'7, & have the build of a prepubescent 11-year-old. I graduated
high school as #2 in my class, & had offers from several colleges.
I decided for a couple of years, though, I would go to State U,
which happens to be only a few miles from home. Sara takes me to school
in the morning, just like a 2nd grader, except that most 2nd graders
don't wear diapers, or go to school in a car seat. I do carry a large
purse with 3 cloth diapers in it for emergency use only as "stuffers",
but really, the diapers Sara uses on me are quite sufficient. After
class, I walk the four blocks to her store, walk in to the back, & wait
for her to come back & change & feed me. Then, I study for a while & go
back to school for my afternoon class. On Saturdays, Sara has the asst.
manager open the store, so we have the weekend together.
But Sara, has her kinky side too, which I found out about by
accident. About a week into by 2nd infancy, Sara brought home this
large box, telling me that she had seen it in a catalog. She moved my
crib into the living room, & put me in it, locking the top. She gave me
a "bottle", turned on the stereo, & put the headphones on my head,
telling me to take my nap. With the tranquilizer in my bottle I had no
choice, I was asleep in minutes.
When I awoke, I found she had rolled my crib back to the
bedroom, I looked around sleepily, & noticed a new device next to my
changing table. I also noticed that the restraint strap on the table
was different. It was much stronger than before, & seemed to be
controlled by this new device. I cried for Sara (she had taken my gag
out, & replaced it with a real pacifier.) She came in, unlocked my
steel-barred crib, & lifted me out. She said," Good afternoon
sleepyhead! Did my sweetheart have a good nap?" I nodded as she
checked my diapers. "Oh good, you're wet. Now Mommy can see how the
new machine works on Baby Jan!" She sat me in the playpen in my soaking
diaper, after removing my footed sleepers. Then she told me not to get
scared, but I would really like this. Then, she pushed some buttons on
the device next to the table.
I saw mechanical arms moving, & the next thing I knew, I was
being lifted by these arms, placed on the table & secured with the
strap. The machine then pulled off my wubby pants, unlocked(!) my
diaper pins, & removed my diaper. It wiped me clean, oiled & powdered
me, & then rubbed my little virginal vulva with a generous coating of
Vaseline. It put 2 clean, fluffy, soft, cotton diapers under me, the
same kind Sara used (8 layers of foam rubber & 8 layers of cotton gauze
each), & just before locking them on with the locking didee pins, it
Vaselined my tushy hole, too! (Sara knew how much that excited me,
trouble was, Sara wasn't touching the controls at all!) The machine,
which I had originally thought was cold, & too mechanical for my taste,
I found had several touches to keep it "human-feeling" to the baby. The
hands on the ends of the arms were strong, warm, & gentle. The way it
rubbed the powder in was almost the way my Daddy used to when I was 8, &
wetting the bed, & he got me ready for bed. As I was thinking about all
this, the machine took some clean wubby pants, put them over my feet &
pulled them up & into place over my snugly pinned, thick, cozy diaper.
The arms came down again, the strap released, & I was lifted
back into my playpen. Sara asked me how I liked it. I spit out my
pacifier, & said, "Dat was fun, Mommy, Can Baby Jan learn how to do dat,
so mommy doesn't have to come whenever wittle Jan is wet?"
Sara replied, "No, young lady, even if the machine is doing the
actual work, you are much too little to change your own diapers!" Over
time, I figured out that it knew what sex, where, & how big the baby
was, & what type of diaper to use by which buttons were pushed. But
that didn't prepare me for what I saw one day.
I had been playing in the back yard, Sara was in the house
alone. I opened the door & came in to get a snack, & was looking for
Mommy Sara, when I heard some noise in the bedroom. I went to the door
of the bedroom & saw, to my disbelief, Sara, on the table, naked as a
jaybird, being strapped down by the machine. I was dumbfounded. I
watched as it shaved her clean, then oiled, powdered, Vaselined, &
diapered her as it did me. I watched the arms come down, lift her up &
put her in the crib, then the machine turned off. At that point, Sara
saw me. I came over & helped her out of the crib, zombielike. Sara
picked me up, (both of us in diapers, remember) & carried me to the
living room, where she held me on her lap & fed me a bottle (a real
one-8 oz.!) as she explained what I had seen.
She told me how she envied me being able to just let go & forget
any concerns of life, & just be a baby (except for my studying). She
explained how left out she felt when she changed, fed, or bathed me, &
wished she could have someone do it for her. So she bought the machine.
(actually, we split the cost!) She said that she had seen a couple of
others as well, one for bath-time, & one for bad babies who need to be
spanked(!), & was I interested in automating my babyhood?
Was I! I said, "How much, & how soon can we get 'em Mommy? I'm
looking forward to you pwayin' dollies wif me!"
Sara was thrilled! "I'll order the bathtime machine right away,
baby!" Sara was so excited about the machine, she wet her didee.
According to what she told me, It was a real bona-fide accident,
since she hadn't had the type of feedings I had, to remove control.
Sara showed me the tapes she had been listening to for about a week.
One, she told me, was designed to help an adult unlearn their potty
training. The other was to retard the effects of any daytime attempt to
regain control. The tapes were unmarked, & there was no way to tell
which was which, as the music which covered the subliminal messages was
the same. Sara told me she had been listening to one or the other
before bed, & one in the car on the way to the store, or around the
house, while cleaning up. For the past three nights she had been
wetting her bed, or, more precisely, her diapers. She told me she was
glad she didn't have to hide it from me any more, as she couldn't
imagine how she would have told me the truth.
We decided to let her stay wet for a while, to get used to it,
So we both climbed into the playpen, & started playing with our dollies,
neither of us wearing anything but our wet diapers & wubby panties.
Then Sara decided it was time for both babies to be cleaned up. She
went over, pressed a couple of buttons & turned a dial, then quickly
came back to the playpen & lay me down on top of her. The arms came
down & picked us up, strapped us to the table, & stripped our tushies
bare. We were wiped clean, given a smooth coating of oil, a sprinkle of
powder, & were fastened into a single diaper with locking pins & a
special pair of wubby pants that Sara had had made for this occasion.
We were helpless, as Sara told me that diapers put on by the machine
only respond to its' key. Until she could get to the controls to reset
it, we were stuck in the same diaper, belly to belly.
I responded by nursing on her big boobs, while sticking my hand
down between us, & rubbing her sex. She began to grind against my hand
in pleasure. I continued to nurse. All of a sudden, we got a wild
surprise. When Sara came, her milk "let down"!!! She told me she had
been saving it for a surprise like this, but had been taking medication
from her Dr. to cause it for a while now.
As I suckled her, she reached down to rub my "little girl" some,
too. I came & peed all at the same time, but Sara didn't mind. She
just hugged me tight as we fell asleep in each others arms.
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