Author: Anonymous
Chapter 1
I had thought about it for some time and finally decided that it was worth a try. I ordered a hypnotic relaxation CD, with subliminal messages to my wife, Mary, about being a good mommy to me. The messages suggested that I was her baby and how good it would make her feel when she was caring for me; things like nursing, changing diapers, cuddling, feeding, I am her big baby, etc. She thought it was just a CD to help her relax at bedtime. In the past she has tolerated my AB/DL side and had participated a little with helping me feel like a toddler, but she has never really felt comfortable doing it.
After a few days of listening to the CD, I noticed that she started to treat me differently when we went to bed. Instead of just rolling over and ignoring me because I came to bed with my nighttime diapers, plastic pants and pj’s, she would pull me close and hug me and call me her big baby. I was afraid to take it too far at first but let her lead the way and did just what she wanted. I love to be cuddled so it felt really good. Then one night while we were cuddling, she opened her nightgown and presented her breast to me like a mother who is feeding her baby. I felt like a million dollars as I lay there softly nursing one breast and then the other for ten minutes. I was in seventh heaven. She stroked my face as I nursed, and hummed a little lullaby just like my mom did to my siblings and me when we were little. I fell asleep in her arms and slept soundly (like a baby) all night.
I awoke with wet diapers in the morning (I have been wetting at night for a while now but have never asked her to change me) and as I started to get up, she grabbed me and pulled me close and presented her breast to me again. As I was nursing, I felt the urge and told her that I had to get up and go the bathroom. She asked me if I was already wet and I said “Yes” sheepishly. She responded “its all right baby, just relax and let it go and we’ll take care of it when we are done here”. “Wow!” I thought, “that CD is really working”. After I was done nursing, she got up and started the shower and then came back to me and said “let’s get you out of those wet diapers and cleaned up. Mommy is a busy woman and has to get to work and so do you”. She pulled off my pj’s, which were a little wet as my diapers had not held all the moisture in and had leaked, slid off my plastic pants, unpinned the wet diapers and told me to head for the shower.
While I was showering, she took care of the wet clothes and when I was done, she was there waiting with a new set of diapers, pants and clothes for me to wear that day. She laid me down on the diapers (God, I love to put on clean dry diapers!) powdered me (I love the smell of baby powder), pinned on the diapers tightly and lovingly put the plastic pants over my feet and gently pulled them up over my diapers. I lifted my butt as she maneuvered them over the diapers and made sure that no cloth was showing around my legs. When she was done I just lay there with my eyes closed savoring the moment and feeling wonderful. She said, “Okay baby, lets get you all dressed and ready for work. Try to stay dry until noon and I’ll meet you for lunch and take care of my big boy then, okay?” I nodded and gave her a big hug and finished getting dressed while she took her shower. I had worn diapers to work a few times before when I was working at night or on weekends, but never on a regular eight-hour day so I was a little worried. On the other hand, I felt so great to have been babied that I would do anything that my mommy told me to do. I found some lose fitting pants and a long pull-over shirt, so that I would not have to worry about my diapers showing over my pants, and got dressed. I thought about wearing a onesie under the shirt but decided against it. I already had extra diapers and supplies in the trunk of my car so I felt prepared to handle the day okay.
Fortunately I had to spend a lot of time in my office and did not have any meetings to go to in the morning so I wasn’t too worried about being caught and had already figured out what I would say if I was found out. I would simply say that I had some problems due to an accident that I had when I was young. I was still very careful where I went and who I walked in front of while moving around the building. I hoped that my shirt covered up the bulge in my britches. It was exciting, scary and great all at once. The feelings that went through my mind about being someone’s baby and having them care so much about me overwhelmed my worries about being ridiculed or destroyed by rumors that I was a pervert or something else.
I felt great and was really zooming along with my report writing until mid morning when the coffee that I had drunk decided to fill my bladder and the urge to release it kept getting stronger and stronger. I was holding on trying to decide if I should go to the bathroom and relieve myself or use the diapers for their intended purposes and hope that they would hold all the liquid, with no leaks, until noon. For some reason, whenever I am wearing diapers I cannot hold back very easily and have had accidents while shopping or driving or just around the house while working in the garage or backyard. It is a mixed emotions type of thing: I feel scared that I will leak, then I feel like the baby that I am and I wish that there was someone who would notice and talk to me and ask me if I needed my diapers changed. Sometimes I wonder how long I can go before I get somewhere that I can get changed. It’s not easy because I only like to wear cloth diapers.
Any way, I finally decided that I had better try to sneak into the restroom and relieve myself when Joyce walked into my office and started to discuss some work. She is a friend of my wife and my co-worker. She is well endowed and wears tight blouses and I am always thinking about how I would like to get my mouth on those large breasts of hers. They stick right out at me, just invitingly tempting me. One side of me is the big macho male animal thinking how I would like to get into her pants, and the other side of me is the baby thinking about what a great mommy she would be and how I would love to have her pull me into her bosom and let me nurse for a while. While she was talking, I couldn’t hold it any longer and let loose. It was a neat feeling, standing there wetting my diapers while she was there, just like a toddler does while he is busy playing around. My brain was thinking, “Gosh, I wish that she would notice and ask me if I needed my diapers changed”. But that never happens, right? Keep dreaming. When she left, I settled down in my chair feeling the squishy wet diapers and prayed that there would be no leakage before I met my wife for lunch.
About 11:30, Mary called and asked me if I was ready for lunch and then very motherly asked, “Is my baby wet? Do you need to be changed?” I replied, “Yes, I tried but I couldn’t hold it and I really need some dry diapers. Where are we going to meet and how am I going to get changed?” She said that she would come by and pick me up in 15 minutes and not to worry, she would take care of her big baby. We drove to the mall and when we got into the parking lot, I reminded her that I really needed my diapers changed and she responded that we would do it in the mall. My mind raced out of control with the thoughts of her changing me on the bench in the mall just like other mommies change their babies while they lay there sucking their bottles or playing with their fingers, etc. I was excited and scared, but it felt so good to know that someone really cared about me and that I was the center of their attention just like I had always wanted to be when I was little and watched my mom and aunts and friends take care of their little ones. I mentioned that I did not know of any places where I could be changed without making a weird scene or getting kicked out of the mall or what would happen if someone we knew should see us. She told me not to worry and that she would take care of everything.
As we were getting out of the car, I had to pee again and knew that my diapers were completely saturated and I could feel that my plastic pants were beginning to leak and that my pants were getting wet. Mary grabbed a backpack and said, “Let’s go baby, I have everything that we need right in here.” I told her that I was leaking and she responded, “that’s okay, we’ll get you changed really soon and I can’t even tell. If I can’t see it then no one else will.” Again my mind raced with all kinds of good and bad thoughts. I should have put the extra nighttime soaker in my diapers and then I would not have had this problem. Of course I then would have had a larger bulge in my pants and even though I loved the feeling of those thick diapers, I did not want to get caught at work. She grabbed my hand and towed me towards the doors of the mall just like a mother would with her toddler.
When we got into the mall we headed right towards the restrooms and thankfully there were not too many people in the mall. When we did pass someone, my mind raced about whether they were looking at me and if they noticed and what they were thinking. But of course I really wanted everyone to know that I was the baby and that my mommy was taking good care of me. Bt the time that we got to the restroom area, I was walking with my legs sort of stiff and waddling because I could feel my wet pants clinging to my legs. God, I hoped that no one I knew would see me then. We stopped at the door that said ”Family Restroom”. It was occupied but Mary patted me on the butt and told me that we could wait until it was available and to be patient. She mentioned, in a low tone, that my pants were getting pretty wet and that my diapers was sagging and that we would have to take care of that problem.
Shortly a mother with her toddler came out and smiled at us as they were leaving. The toddler, probably about 1 ½ years old, had a t-shirt, shoes, diapers, and plastic pants on with nothing covering the plastic pants. His mom was saying to him as they passed, “ I am sorry that I forgot to bring another pair of shorts for you. We need to get you some thicker diapers or add another one next time so that they will not leak.” It looked to me like he had a pretty thick diaper on then as he was walking with his butt swaying because of the wad between his legs. He had a big smile on his face and did not seem to mind that he had no shorts on. Boy, what a lucky kid, I thought.
We went into the restroom and Mary sat the pack down and spread out a big towel, which she pulled from it, on the floor. She knew that I was too big to use the changing table. Wow! She had thought of everything so far. I was thinking about having to leave the restroom without my pants, like the toddler, because I was sure that she had not thought of bringing an extra pair of britches along for me. Of course those mixed feelings came flooding into my mind again. It would be much easier if I did not have to think like an adult and was able to be 1½ years old again. She told me to lie down and after I did, she reached into her pack and pulled out a bottle full of some liquid and said “Here you go, baby, I have your lunch for you”. I felt weird because I really don’t like or want the bottle part of being a baby. I like nursing much better as it makes me feel close to my mommy and I love to be snuggled in close. I told her that I would rather nurse and she said, “I have to get you changed and cleaned up first and besides, you have to eat some lunch and what is in that bottle is really good for my baby. I did not want to make my mommy mad at me as I was loving this unbelievable fantasy that was coming true. I stuck the bottle in my mouth and started to suck on it. Whatever it was had a really strange taste and color and was for sure not milk or some other protein drink that I could remember having before.
Mary pulled my shoes and wet pants off and then the plastic pants and diapers and put them into a big plastic bag that she had brought along. She remarked that she was glad that I had not used my diapers for anything else because she was not sure that she would change me then and that I would have to deal with that situation if it occurred. As I lay there sucking away, she cleaned me up with wet wipes, powdered me and pinned those wonderful, clean, thick diapers on me then pulled a clean pair of plastic over them and made sure that there was no cloth showing. I had my eyes closed and was in a happy, content place enjoying that wonderful feeling of the diapers between my legs when she said, “ Okay baby, I see that you are done with the bottle. You must have like it because you have a big smile on your face. Now sit up so I can take your shirt off and get you dressed.” I did what she said not caring at that point what she dressed me in. I was in seventh heaven and would have stayed there all afternoon. She slipped off my shirt and pulled a onesie over my head. Then she lay me back down and snapped it over my pants. The thought went through my mind that she must know where all of my AB stash was kept, but I didn’t care at that point. Would you?
Then she said, “Now baby, lets go onto the couch and Mommy will let you nurse for a little while before we go out.” As I got up I could feel the onesie pulling snugly against my crotch and it added to that great feeling of snugness that I get when I am diapered. She sat on the couch and directed me to lie with my head in her lap and then pulled up her blouse and let me go to it. I realized then that I had not noticed that she was not wearing a bra. As I lay there nursing and feeling like 2 million dollars, she began to gently rub my chest and moved her hands slowly towards my crotch. I got an erection that I thought would surely bust the snaps off of the onesie and probably the pins on the diapers. In the past she would not entertain any thoughts of my sexual advances when I was playing baby. She knows that the two go together, as do I. One way for me to get out of my baby mode is to masturbate while I am dreaming of someone (usually Mary or one of her friends changing me or nursing me, etc) and then for a while I feel ashamed of my weakness and will go back to being grown up. That routine gets me through many a day. Sometimes I can go quite a while before I am thinking only of being babied again. Other times by the time that I get out of the shower, I am ready to pin on those wonderful diapers and get into that mode again. Anyway, she started to stroke my erection over the onesie and diapers as I lay there nursing. She said, “I probably shouldn’t do this but it makes me feel so good when you are nursing and I do love my baby. She kept rubbing until I lost it in my diapers. I could not believe the way I felt. Ooh la la!
I lay there feeling completely drained for a minute and quit nursing. Now I did not feel like a baby anymore and got up saying, “Wow! We better get back to work. Thanks for the great lunch present, honey. I love you.” I started to unsnap the onesie as thoughts were going through my head about what I was going to wear out of there and back to work when she stopped me by saying, “ Leave it on honey. Mommy brought another pair of pants for you to wear and you can put your shirt on over the onesie. You’ll be fine and all afternoon you will be thinking of me when you are sitting at your desk with that snuggie feeling in your crotch. She helped me get my clothes on, just like a mommy does, and we packed up to go. As we left, there was another mommy waiting with her toddler to use the restroom. I smiled as we passed and thought, “another lucky kid, enjoy it while you can ” as she pulled him in.
We walked hand in hand to the car and at that point I didn’t care who saw me or knew that I was a big baby. As we were nearing my office, Mary asked, “Don’t you want to know what you had for lunch?” I remembered then about the strange tasting liquid in the bottle and said, Sure, what was it?” She said, “It was mother’s milk. I wondered if you would like it. I am sorry that I cannot produce it for my baby. But, I know someone who makes a good bit of money selling her own milk, for babies who need it, so I asked her if I could get some for you to try.” I felted glued to the seat for a second and then asked, “Who is it? Is it someone who I know and did you actually tell he it was for me?” What she said next was a real shocker. “It’s Joyce.” I stammered, “You mean Joyce who is upstairs in the office next to mine?” She said, “Yep, didn’t you know? Why do you think that sometimes it looks like she is going to bust out of her blouse? It’s because she hasn’t pumped for a while and really needs to. I guess that she is quite a producer. She gave me some milk because I told her that you had always wondered what it tasted like and because she was so happy with the CD that I copied and gave to her.” I could barely think at this point as a thousand things went through my head all at once. Somehow I was able to ask without losing it, “What CD?” She quickly replied, “The relaxation one that you gave to me. Tell her thanks when you see her and oh, by the way, I told her that you would help her move some furniture around in her house tomorrow. See you tonight baby. Mommy loves you.”
I had a hard time getting out of the car but knew that I could not sit there so I dashed into the building, the best that I could for a person with thick diapers and a tight onesie on. I am sure that if anyone was watching, they would wonder why I was running so strangely with my legs spread so far apart and my butt wiggling like a duck’s. I went straight to my office and closed the door being careful not to glance into Joyce’s office as I went by. At this time, making eye contact with her might produce some strange behavior from me. I had to sit and think this one through for a while. Whew!!! What a day! And it was only half over!
To be continued, (Coming in Chapter 2: Joyce and the Baby)
Chapter 2 - Joyce and the Baby Room
"I have to work in the baby room today," said Joyce.
Curt turned to look at his pretty girlfriend in the church doorway, noticing how cute and fresh she looked in her crisp sundress. This was the most risque thing she could wear to church, he thought. It clung to her curvy figure without looking like she was trying to seduce. Curt let his eyes wander to the swell of Joyce's chest, spying a hint of cleavage.
"For the whole service?" he asked.
"Yeah." Joyce grinned sweetly and apologetically. "Me and April do it once or twice a month."
They walked into the foyer, Joyce heading for the door marked "Infants."
"We'll have lunch after the service, ok?" With that and once last smile, she disappeared behind the door.
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In the middle of the service, Curt got up to go take a piss. Then he stopped to get a drink from the fountain in the foyer. While the water was hitting his lips, he eyed the "Infants" sign. There was a two-way mirror placed low in the door-the kind that reflected on this side, but offered a clear view from the other. Curt stood up straight. He looked around. No one was near, so he wandered over. He leaned close to the mirror and peered in.
Joyce's friend April came into view. Curt noticed that April wasn't wearing a top; she was parading around the room in a bra and a black skirt. He could see that she was chatting happily toward an unseen part of the nursery, though all he could hear were the muffled tones of her voice.
Then Joyce came into sight. She, too, wore only a bra on top; she'd pulled the straps of her sundress down past her waist.
A baby cried from inside the room. Curt looked up suddenly, checking to make sure no one saw him with his face in the mirror. He was still alone, and he looked back into the nursery. Joyce was going from crib to crib, tracking down the source of the crying. When she found it, she picked the infant up, holding and rocking it in her arms like an expert. April walked up from behind and began to rub Joyce's shoulders. Then April's hand slid one of Joyce's bra straps off to the side of her shoulder.
Curt felt his heart beating faster as he realized what he was watching. Joyce was pulling her bra cup down and off to release her breast. It was bigger, rounder, and more potent-looking than Curt had imagined it to be. Even from this distance, he could see that her nipple was deep red, and swollen into a thick cylinder.
Then Joyce held the baby's mouth up to her young bare breast, letting her nipple brush across the infant's lips until they accepted it. Curt saw Joyce's nipple and areola disappear into the baby's mouth, and he noticed how the suction seemed to pull her tit slightly away from her chest.
Then April took off her bra and, bending over an adjacent crib, pulled out another infant. She put the child to her (smaller) breast and began to nurse it. The two girls began chatting again. Joyce's boyfriend rose, disoriented.
"Where's Joyce?"
He was standing with April in the foyer after the service. She was fully dressed.
"She's still in the baby room," April was saying. "You can go in if you like." She grinned.
"What are you doing?" asked Curt.
"I'm nursing," said Joyce, quietly.
He had opened the door and stepped in cautiously. There had been Joyce, sitting quietly, another baby in her arms. Something was wrong with the scene. Curt had looked carefully. One of Joyce's pale, round breasts was exposed. The baby was sucking contentedly at it.
Curt probed a bit. "Don't you have to have a baby to do that? To feed it, I mean."
Joyce looked matter-of-fact. "No. You can get milk on your own. A lot of girls do -- you have to have milk to work here."
"So, uh, that's why you would never let me touch you there?"
"Yeah." She grinned mildly. "I was afraid something embarrassing would happen."
"Like, it might hurt?" Now he was smiling too.
"No," she replied. Her smile faded slightly. "If you squeezed them, milk would start coming out."
"Oh."
There was a pause. Curt said, "But you're not, um, hiding yourself now."
Joyce smiled again. "You're ready."
Just then, Mrs. Thomson walked in briskly. She gave Curt a sharp look. Then she walked over to Joyce. "Thank you for nursing Jessica," she said, taking the baby in her arms. "I'll see you next week." Mrs. Thomson walked out, giving Curt another sharp look as she passed.
Joyce sat serenely in the middle of the room, then, her legs together, one of her breasts exposed. She smiled. "Well," she said, "what do you want to do?"
*****
Joyce let her bra drop completely off as she made her way to the door of the baby room. She locked the door. Then she went back to the chair and sat down. "Come'ere," she said.
Curt knelt before Joyce and kissed her lips. His tongue slid forward through the tight passage and into her mouth. It met her tongue, and the two velvetly intertwined.
But before he knew what was happening, Joyce was moving his head firmly down, down to her chest. Her hands pressured his shoulders until his lips were in front of her big, soft orb. It seemed even bigger now that he was right in front of it.
"Come on," she was saying. "Try my milk."
Then he was sucking at her nipple. He noticed several things at once: how puffy her large areola was, how its soft moistness helped him to latch on, how full the nipple itself felt in his mouth, and then, in a quick stream, how warm and so very sweet Joyce's milk tasted. Curt felt close to his girlfriend as he nursed from her thick nipple, and as he sucked more intently, he felt her hand begin to caress his hair. His stomach began to feel warm and full.
When she was done breastfeeding Curt, Joyce sat up and reached up her dress with both hands. She slid her panties off smoothly, and after she let them drop to the floor, she spread her legs. Her dress slid up past her thighs.
Curt didn't have to be told what to do. As he opened her, leaned down, and let his tongue slide through the trough of her vulva, Joyce drew in a slow breath and thought of the other time this had happened to her. She was fifteen the guy was nineteen. She didn't exactly understand the purpose of it, until she felt a warm tingling burning white hot pleasure there between her legs. There was just one of them, and she didn't know for a long time that this was an orgasm. But Joyce was twenty now, and she knew a lot more than she had five years before.
Joyce felt some of her education pay off right about then -- she found herself escalating into a soaring pleasure oblivion as the blur of Curt's slithering tongue pushed her over the edge. She had no idea how long she felt the ecstasy, only that it seemed to melt through minutes. However long, she came down only to find herself on the verge of coming again. She could see Curt burying his lips between her labia, sucking her clitoris into his mouth and refusing to let it go. She began a quiet yelp -- "No, it's too . . ." -- that was stifled as she rocketed away into a second orgasm.
Curt had noticed that her hands had found her bare breasts. A finger delicately orbited each nipple until drops of her milk trickled and spilled around her areolae. Curt had had enough. He dropped his hands to his pants, unzipping with fury. About the time Joyce's third or fourth orgasm (she'd lost count) ended, he presented his penis at the opening of her vagina.
"Wait," he heard her say. She pushed the chair back and slid to the floor. Even Curt, not the hallmark of sexual experience, could tell how hungry Joyce was for that final act, coupling. She spread her legs so far back and apart that she could grasp each ankle with ease. Her cunt was opened wide, a stretched set of moist pink lips surrounded by a thin trail of light brown hair. But though Curt could see the entrance to Joyce's vagina easily, he noticed that the tunnel itself hadn't opened much at all.
"Enter my gates with thanksgiving," Joyce joked nervously, making a pun of a hymn the congregation had sung during the service.
Curt didn't let it spoil the mood. "I love you," he said, dropping the head of his dick into Joyce.
Both gasped at once. Curt felt how warm -- no, hot -- she felt inside, how soft, how wet. Joyce was recalling the previous, first cock she had let inside her. She knew Curt was barely inside her, but already she could tell that he was bigger than the other guy was.
He didn't exactly know what he was doing, but pumping in and out of Joyce's cunt felt good, and he found himself doing it at a fairly fast rate. Joyce, it was obvious to him, was enjoying it, too: her hands were back at her breasts, milking the nipples with tight squeezes, while her mouth was open. He wondered if she would come.
Joyce was coming. About five strokes into intercourse, the sweep of orgasm suddenly enveloped her, and it refused to let her down. It melted into different stages: she tingled all over, then her crotch burned almost painfully, then she was aware of the relentless ramming of Curt's dick in her pussy. Then her breasts -- oh, her breasts. God. Each light touch of a finger to a puffy areola made her sting with a delicious pleasure, a tiny orgasm in itself, on top of the one that now seemed continuous.
When it slipped away, she opened her eyes to watch Curt leaning over her, thrusting at the brown furry patch between her legs unrelentlessly. God, what a turn-on. She found herself coming again, but relatively briefly. When those 30 seconds were through, she opened her eyes again, and this time the determination on his face soon sent her back into ecstasy. And the cycle continued.
After twenty minutes of this, Joyce knew that it had to stop soon. If she'd counted right -- which she doubted -- she'd had at least, say, twenty orgasms. And though they seemed to become more intense each time, sometimes much more intense, she felt as if she could barely take anymore. "Oh, Curt, I love the feel of your dick," she confessed.
Curt, meanwhile, was at the end of his rope when she said that. He couldn't hold out any longer, though he'd heard so many times that it was his duty to fuck a girl until she came at least once.
"Joyce," he said, gasping slightly at a breath, "uh, have you come yet?"
Joyce giggled softly. "Yeah," she whispered. "I have."
She cupped a breast with her hand. "Here," she offered, "it'll help."
Curt leaned down to her tit and, taking a good portion of it in his mouth, drew streams of milk from her. Joyce closed her eyes, involuntarily swept away. The whole idea was such a turn-on to Curt that he began to feel a really strong pressure in his groin.
"God, oh, God," he said, slowing his thrusts to long, powerful strokes. It was over in a few seconds, and Joyce could feel a new wetness deep within as come gushed from his dick.
They spent a long time that way, with Curt's head resting on Joyce's chest, his mouth gently sucking at her full round breast, her hand brushing against the back of his head. She felt tender and fulfilled as she passed her milk to him. He felt warm inside; he felt as though he would never take enough of it.
And from the other side of the two-way mirror, April smiled.
