A Dream Fulfilled -- (Author) babyscotty37

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Author: babyscotty37
Timestamp: Nov 14, 2024 at 2:03 AM
Content: This is one hundred percent fictional! I am not an author at all. This was just a "fantasy" I was thinking of today and thought I'd share with you.

After a few years of marriage, my wife discovered some of my online activities related to my adult baby desires for the first time. Although I had bought an occasional bag of adult diapers at a drug store from time to time, I'd only wear, and sometimes wet, just one of them before tossing the dirty diaper and the rest of the bag. I was never brave enough to take diapers into the house.

She initially teased me and tried to quiz me about why I'd be looking at such material online. But with my extreme embarrassment, and feelings of shame, I could only stammer and give no clear answer to why I'd be looking at such things. She chided me and said she hoped I wasn't some sort of pervert and that she better not find anything like this again.

Of course, like most of us who have ABDL desires, it's easier said than done when we agree to such a request from a spouse. Despite being more careful to conceal, and password-protect various places I started going online, When I got home from work she wanted me to follow her to our bedroom to discuss something. I could tell that whatever was about to be discussed probably wasn't a good thing.

She let me know that once again she found the various sites about adult babies I had been going to secretly. She said she then did her research into this behavior and told me that although she now understood I wasn't any type of pedophile, she still found this type of thing very strange. She gave me a chance to try and explain why I was so drawn to adults wanting to act like babies and wanted to know how much I desired such a thing. Again, I could only kind of babble and shrug my shoulders as I dealt with my shame. Before finishing our talk, she told me that if she found any indication that I was still seeking and looking at this type of thing it wouldn't probably go at all the way I'd want it to!!

Well, I was able to control myself for a few weeks before I once again spent just a little bit of time looking at adult baby sites, but not nearly like I had in the past. Then a week or so later I once again get home from work to find my wife meeting me right at the door! She had a very stern look on her face and told me to follow her to our bedroom! I obediently followed my wife as she led me to our room. Once there, I immediately noticed some boxes sitting along a wall and wondered what was in those, but she got my attention by telling me she once again discovered I was looking at adult baby things, reading stories about being treated like a baby, and such. She asked me if I remembered her warning from last time that things probably wouldn't go very well if she discovered me doing this, and I could only nod yes.

As I sat on the edge of our bed, she told me she had done even more research into adult babies and how it is nearly impossible for people like this to change. She said she had two choices for me and I had to decide right then which choice I wanted. The first option was that she would leave me and then I'd be free to live my life as I wanted, but she would not tolerate my secrecy any longer. My only other option, if I wanted her to stay, was to be submissive to her and obey her no matter what she wanted to do, or have me do.

I loved her very much and the thought of her leaving me had me terrified that I'd be all alone! I told her that I wasn't sure what she meant for sure to my being submissive to her and obeying her, but I'd accept that.

After I agreed to her stipulations, she told me that my obedience started right then. She said I was to remove all my clothes and sit quietly on the bed until she came back to the room. Not knowing for sure what was about to happen, I nervously undressed and sat back down on the edge of the bed. But as I did this I noticed for the first time a strange noise as I sat down, but didn't dare investigate what might be causing it.

After what seemed an eternity she came back to the room carrying something in a bag I couldn't see. She then let me in on what she had planned for me. She said that anytime I wasn't at work I would be her baby! I sat there stunned, scared, nervous, and very excited. Did she really just say what she said?

As I sat there trying to grasp what had just been said, she walked over to one of the boxes and opened it. Her back was to me, but as she was getting something out of the box she said that from what I'd been looking at she thought I would much rather experience being a baby in cloth diapers instead of disposable. She asked me to confirm this, and I just stuttered out a soft, "Yes."

When she turned around I could see she was holding a couple of large cloth diapers some diaper inserts and a pair of big plastic pants. She directed me to lie down on the bedroom floor. She knelt near me and proceeded to "build" my first diaper. As she was doing this she started talking to me as if I really was a baby. Oh the confusion and the excitement I was feeling nearly overwhelmed me!

But as I lay there waiting for her to finish putting my diaper together, I realized how badly I needed to go potty. I called my wife by name and told her I needed to go to the bathroom. She smiled and said she'd have me diapered soon enough and to hold it if I could. I guess it hadn't really sunk in what my wife meant that she'd be treating me like a baby when I was at home. I asked her if she really meant for me to go pee in my diapers and if that also meant I had to poo in them as well. All she said again was, "Yes."

The thing is, except for a few times as a kid putting on a baby diaper, and the few times I bought a bag of adult disposable diapers to wear just one, I really hadn't experienced anything else. So the thought that the bathroom was going to be "off limits" while I was at home and with her actually began to frighten me. With so many emotions washing over me I actually started to cry a little bit. As my wife told me to lift my rear end off the floor to slide my diaper under me, she saw the tears running down my cheek. "Oh, baby, what is the matter?" she asked. But again I had no words and only cried a little harder. She tried to soothe me but was also a little firm by reminding me that this seemed to be something I really wanted to happen to me.

Because I was starting to cry more, she went over to another box and came back with a really big pacifier and stuck it in my mouth. She told me this should comfort me as she finished getting my diaper on. Then she took some baby powder and sprinkled it over my diaper area rubbed the powder into my skin and then wiped her hands on the diaper. She then took the diaper and brought it up between my legs. She had to tell me to spread my legs even wider so she could pull my diaper up all the way and get it on nice and tight.

The few diapers I'd put on myself as a kid were very thin compared to what was happening now. As she pulled the diaper up it forced me to spread my legs almost as far apart as I could. I didn't know it at the time, but my wife had a lot of experience babysitting kids and changing cloth diapers, so she was able to expertly pin me into my diapers pretty tightly with four diaper pins. She then took the plastic pants that seemed huge when I first saw them and told me to lift my legs high. She then slid them down my legs and told me to lift my rear end again so she could slide them all the way up my backside. These huge plastic pants were just big enough to cover all of the now very thick diapers I was wearing.

My wife then told me to go sit on the bed again so we could talk some more. But as I tried to stand up I fell forward with my legs spread so far apart! She told me to crawl to the bed for now and assured me I'd learn to walk again in such thick diapers. I eventually made it to the edge of the bed where I could pull myself up and get seated on the edge of it, still with the pacifier in my mouth. I didn't have any memories of ever using a pacifier as a child, but I sure found it comforting to suck on as I adjusted to all that was happening.

After I got situated on the bed, she came over with what I thought was a big t-shirt and told me to raise my hands in the air so she could put it on me, which I did. But she then told me to stand up and use the bed to support me as she fastened what I now realized was the snaps for a big onesie. It fitted very tightly against the massive bulk of my diapers. I then was directed to sit once again.

My wife sat beside me and took my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes as she started to talk to me. She began to explain to me how things would be for the next month. Every day when I'd get home from work, she would put me in my diapers and dress me in baby clothes of some sort, and it was always her choice what I'd be wearing. Since I was her baby, she had set up a makeshift nursery in the spare bedroom. She'd bought some guard rails to put on the guest bed to act as my crib. The bathroom was off-limits, except when she'd put me in the bathtub to give me bubble baths. She told me she understood all of this would take some adjustment for me, and her, as we both adapted to my role as her baby for the next month. But she reaffirmed that I'd be in these thick cloth diapers while at home and I was to use them for both my potty and pooping needs. But the next surprise was that she'd also bought some Rearz adult baby diapers to wear at work! I started to disagree with this and it earned me a hard slap on my thigh! She said that since all her research, and what I'd been looking at on the internet indicated this was how I fantasized being treated, this was how it would be!

We continued talking about how my life would go for the next month, and it was a trial month to see how we both adjusted to it. But during this month I was her baby! Period. She'd start to meet me at my workplace during lunch and we'd go somewhere in our minivan to eat. But during lunch, she'd be changing my diaper by having me lay down in the back of the van that had seats that stowed level with the floor. While at home, she would have me sit at the table and wear a bib. All my food would be blended and she would feed it to me. Also, my drinks at home would only be from large baby bottles.

As we, or she, finished our talk, she said that at any time in this month, I could call it quits, but if she ever found any hint that I was yearning for this type of thing again she'd leave me! She made it clear that for one month this was a trial thing for us both. She did say that for two Saturdays a month, we'd return to our "adult" roles and even have marital relationships, but otherwise, I was her baby. But when we'd go out for groceries, or other things, I would be diapered in a disposable and could even face having my diaper changed in a handicapped restroom if it needed to be done while we were out.

After telling me the rules for the next month she asked me if I agreed. I was so confused by now I wasn't too sure of anything. I'd desperately dreamed of being treated like this by my wife, but would reality be as nice as fantasy? Only time will tell.

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Author: babyscotty37
Timestamp: Nov 16, 2024 at 2:06 AM
Content: As I sat on the edge of the bed, still trying to grasp what was happening, I realized all of a sudden how badly I needed to pee! Without thinking I blurted out, "I really need to pee!" My wife just smiled at me and reminded me that is what the diaper was for. It took me a minute to relax enough to let the pee start flowing, but when it did it came as a giant flood!

My wife watched with a look of amazement and amusement as I sat there flooding my diaper. As I was almost done peeing I was overwhelmed with all the emotions I had been going through and just started bawling. My wife came over to hug me and told me it would be okay.

She then went to the plastic bag she'd brought into the bedroom at the start of all of this and pulled some sort of bottle out of it. It had a little cup on top, which turned out to be a measuring cup for a mild laxative she said I was going to take. I tried to argue with her about it, but this only got me another hard slap on the back of my thigh before she proceeded to open and pour some of the medicine into the little measuring cup. She handed it to me to take and I cooperated with her, but asked why she wanted me to take this. She said that from her research, it could be a little difficult for "new babies" to make poo in their diapers so this would help me have an easier time of it. Once I took my medicine she replaced my pacifier in my mouth.

She said it was time for her to start to make some dinner for us, but since I was now her baby I couldn't be left by myself. She told me to follow her to the living room where she could watch me from the kitchen. I stood up and started to try and walk normally, but lost my balance and fell backward on my diapered bottom! Again, this caused me to start sobbing as this was already getting to be more than I thought it would be. My wife told me to crawl and follow her to the living room.

Once there, she laid out some more new rules I must follow. She would be the one who would pick the shows I was to watch. She couldn't let her baby see anything inappropriate for his little age. With that, she went to YouTube on the TV and picked out some Baby Looney Tunes that I was to sit on the floor and watch. So as I sat on the floor, with my back against the couch and my feet out in front of me, I began watching the TV. My wife went into the kitchen, but in a few minutes, she came back with a big baby bottle filled with apple juice and told me to drink it while she fixed dinner. She traded my pacifier for the bottle and told me to enjoy it.

So, as I tried to figure out how the nipple was to go in my mouth with its funny shape. I decided to just put it in and sucked it a little bit, but it didn't seem right. So, I rotated the nipple to the other side and this seemed more natural to suck on. I had no memories at all of using a bottle as a baby. But as I sucked on it I found it even more calming than my pacifier. As I was getting to the bottom I was feeling very tired and worn out and I fell over and onto my back to finish drinking it.

I woke with a start as my wife came to get me for dinner. I had dozed off from all the emotional energy this afternoon had taken from me. She picked up my mostly empty bottle and told me to crawl to the kitchen and get in my chair. After pulling myself up into the chair, she came over with a big plastic bib to tie around my neck and pushed my chair up near the corner of the table. She went back to the stove area and brought back a baby plate with mushy food on it and her plate of food. She started with me, telling me to open my mouth wide as she placed the first bit of baby food into my mouth, and told me I was such a good boy for doing as mommy asked. She'd feed me a few bites and then take a few of her own.

When we finished, she took our dishes to the sink and came back with a wet washcloth to wipe my face off and then removed my bib and pulled the chair back from the table. She also placed the pacifier back into my mouth. She then told me to take her hand and she'd help me to try and walk back to the living room. With her help to steady me, I was able to waddle about the ten steps to our couch. She sat down and then told me to lie down with my head in her lap. As I did this I suddenly felt the urge to pee come on me pretty rapidly. Then all of a sudden another long stream of pee was going into my already wet diaper! By the look on my face, my wife asked me if the baby was making a pee pee in his diaper. I could only nod at this. But after she got me laid down with my head in her lap, she felt under my plastic pants to see how wet my diaper was. She said she could just barely feel some dampness since the diaper was so thick and could handle a few settings. But I told her how suddenly I had to go and then couldn't hold it for long. She informed me that the medicine she gave me was actually meant to make me have a difficult time even holding my pee if I wanted to!! I started to protest when she reminded me of our deal and I could back out at any time. Although there were a lot of things I sure didn't expect would be involved in actually being treated like a baby, to what my fantasies were, I wasn't ready to give up in just the first few hours.

But once I was settled with my head in her lap she then told me to turn so I was facing her. Once I did, she totally surprised me by pulling up her blouse to reveal she wasn't wearing her bra! She said that since we yet hadn't had children she was always curious what it would be like to breastfeed a baby! She told me that if I suckled her for a period of a few days she might begin lactating and be able to breastfeed me. She told me to open my mouth and she guided her nipple into my mouth, but told me to be careful not to bite down very hard. Although these last few hours had been overwhelming, I was very pleasantly shocked at this. I started to suckle on my wife's breast and she seemed to enjoy it. Although nothing was coming out, she switched me to her other breast after about five minutes. At the moment I was in heaven, lying there in my thick diapers, and onesie and nursing on my wife.

She then helped me to stand up and she guided me to what was now going to be my nursery. She'd found a long, narrow, sturdy table about three feet high to use as my changing table. Beside it was a large diaper pail. She told me to lie down on the changing table, which I did. She unsnapped the onesie and then had me lift my rear end so she could pull down my plastic pants. Once done with that, she started to unpin my now very wet diaper. As she pulled it down from between my legs as I lay there, the room air felt a little cool but good. She had me lift up again to slide the diaper out and put it in the diaper pail.

Once my diaper was off, she told me it was bath time. She took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom and told me to stand quietly as she ran the tub water. She poured a generous amount of bubble bath into the tub as well and I stood there mesmerized as I watched the tub fill and her getting a washcloth and towel ready. She then helped me into the tub and told me to sit down in the very warm water. It was very comforting to sit there in all those bubbles as she took the washcloth and applied some baby soap to it. As she began to wash me, the smell of the baby soap triggered some distant memories of early childhood when my mom used to bathe me. It was such an awesome experience.

But as my wife began to wash me she started telling me a few more rules that had to be followed. First, she told me that as of now, I was to only call her mommy. Out in public, I could call her mom, but at home, it was only mommy. Also, my bedtime was to my nine every night, unless we weren't at home by bedtime. I also must always hold Mommy's hand when we are outside the house so that the baby won't get hurt. She said not following these rules and other disobedience, would cause her to spank me on my bare bottom. She asked if I understood these rules. I started to balk at these, but she once again reminded me I could call it quits at any time. Or if I had too many incidents of disobedience she'd call it quits as well, and then she possibly leave if I tried to engage in any of this again. So, I agreed to the rules.

She was now done bathing me and as the tub drained she told me to stand up. She then took the big bath towel and began drying me off before stepping out of the tub. She then took me by the hand led me into my nursery and told me to get on the changing table. When I dosed off before dinner, she had time to unbox the diapers to put them on a shelf below the changing table, and unbox a few other things, like a mobile that was now hanging above my "crib." As I lay there, she began putting together what she was calling my night diaper, which I didn't understand at the moment. But after a few minutes, she told me to lift up and she slid the diaper underneath me, and then powered and rubbed baby powder on me. Then, as she began to pull the diaper up between my legs I realized what a night diaper meant! This one had a few more booster pads in it and caused me to spread my legs even wider! But Mommy had no problem getting this thick diaper pinned tightly into place. She then took another big pair of plastic pants and pulled these down my legs, again having me raise to pull them on. She fussed a little around the edges of the plastic pants between my legs, making sure the entire diaper was covered by them. She then went to the dresser that was also in the room and came back with another surprise. A huge-footed sleeper, which she began getting me into. But she'd found one that zipped up the back, which made me pretty helpless. She said she got this because she wasn't sure she could trust me in the nighttime not to cheat and try to use the bathroom!

After she had me all ready for bed it was about 8:30. She informed me that since this was such a big day for me an early bedtime was in order. She helped me off the changing table and onto my knees to crawl over to my bed. There was no way, at least not now, I could walk in these thick diapers! Once there, she put another pacifier into my mouth and had me lie down in my crib. I was normally a side sleeper, but I realized very quickly that I'd only be sleeping on my back or my stomach. But as I got comfortable on my back, Mommy pulled a soft baby blanket over me. She said she'd be right back and went out to the kitchen. In a few minutes, she returned with a baby bottle of warm milk, which I don't recall ever drinking. But she put it into my mouth and held it for a little bit while I sucked on it. I loved how the big nipple portion spread a little over my lips, how soothing the warmth around them was, and especially how the warm milk tasted. She then told me to hold the bottle and she pulled a book out of a nightstand and began to read Peter Cottontail to me for a bedtime story. I think I fell soundly asleep before the milk and the story were finished!!

The first partial day being treated like a baby! See what tomorrow brings.

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Author: babyscotty37
Timestamp: Nov 18, 2024 at 12:47 AM
Content: The next morning I was woken up by my now mommy. As she shook me awake she said it was time for baby to wake up. But once I was aware of my surroundings, and it was well past my normal time to be up and at work, I started to panic and asked her why she didn't get me up sooner. She said, "Calm down my little one. It is a Friday, and so I called your workplace and told them that you were feeling really bad and wouldn't be in today. Mommy decided we needed a long weekend to better adjust to our new roles as Mommy and baby."

I wasn't too happy with this, but I couldn't argue with Mommy. It was then I remembered I was thickly diapered, and I needed to pee badly. Mommy seemed to notice I was struggling with something and asked, "What's the matter baby? Do you need to go potty? It's okay, you are in a diaper and can just relax." The way she said this was so calming, loving, and caring I was able to relax and just let go. It still felt strange to go potty in a diaper, especially with how much I had to go, but the thick diaper handled it all very well.

When Mommy perceived that I was finished, she said that she would feed me breakfast before changing me. She helped me out of my makeshift crib and helped me come to a standing position. But I soon realized once again there was no way I could walk in this very thick diaper Mommy had put me in for nighttime. I started to fall backward, but Mommy helped me as I "fell" so when I landed on my bottom I wasn't hurt at all. Mommy told me to just crawl to the kitchen so she could feed me.

Once in the kitchen, Mommy helped me to stand and sit in my chair. Once again she slid the chair closer to the table and then put my plastic bib on me that had been lying on the table. She told me to sit still and be a good baby while she got my breakfast ready. My back was to her, but I could hear her fixing something that she then put in the microwave for a minute. When she came back she was carrying a bowl of hot oatmeal to feed me. She sat down and then put some oatmeal on my plastic baby spoon and held it first to her lips to check the temperature. "I don't want to hurt my baby by feeding him something too hot. But it's just right, so open your mouth wide for Mommy." I found myself really enjoying my wife, mommy, treating me like this. I obediently complied and opened my mouth for her to feed me the first of many bites of oatmeal. Also, as she fed me, I acted like a little baby and would sometimes close my mouth just as she was putting the spoonful in, or I'd push it back out of my mouth, making a mess. Mommy just laughed and told me that a good baby wouldn't do that.

Once she finished feeding me she took my bowl to the sink and came back with a warm washcloth and carefully cleaned me up and the mess I made. She then pulled my chair away from the table, but before she helped me down she stuck her hand in the top of my plastic pants to check my diaper. She then told me that it wasn't wet to the touch, so she'd wait awhile before changing me into my daytime diaper. She helped me out of my chair and down and told me to crawl into the living room and get up on the couch. As I did all this I heard her doing something in the kitchen and putting something else in the microwave. After a few minutes, she came and sat down on the couch and had me put my head in her lap. She then put a warm bottle of chocolate milk into my mouth and I began to suck on the nipple. Again, this warm chocolate milk, with Mommy holding my bottle, made me feel so small and helpless. So far, I was really enjoying being treated like I'd fantasized about for so long.

Once done, Mommy turned on Sesame Street for me to watch while she cleaned up the kitchen and did some other housekeeping chores. But after about twenty minutes the urge to poop came on suddenly. I cried out, "Mommy, I need to go poo!" Mommy called back, "You silly baby, you are in a diaper and that's what babies poop and pee in." I knew when we first began all this I'd be eventually faced with messing my diaper but wasn't sure it was something I really wanted to do. I tried to hold it for a few minutes, but strangely I found that all of a sudden I couldn't stop pooping my diaper! It just happened! I was a little startled at this loss of control and scared as I felt my diaper filling with poop, and could begin to feel it spread out across my backside and up between my legs.

All of this was again too much for me to comprehend and I started crying. Mommy heard me and came to see what was wrong. I sobbed, "Mommy, I really didn't want to poop my diapers, but I also just couldn't hold it at all! It scared me!" Mommy calmly responded, "Baby, I knew you might have trouble letting yourself mess your diapers. It's not natural or easy to let go of that type of potty training. So last night and this morning I put a gentle laxative in your bottle to give you a little help in letting go of this part of your adult abilities." Again, I wasn't sure I was happy with my wife doing this to me, but I only had the two options. Go along with things, or call it quits, both with their own set of consequences. And there was to much of being a baby I was enjoying to give up yet.

As I calmed down, Mommy said, "Let's go get baby changed into a nice dry and clean diaper." I rolled off the couch and crawled behind Mommy to the nursery. She helped me to stand and then lie down on my changing table. She directed me to lift up a moment to pull off my plastic pants. Next, she started to unpin my diaper, which from the front didn't seem so wet yet, even though I had a third wetting since I woke up. As she pulled the diaper down from between my legs the full stench of the mess I made hit me. I gagged a little bit, but Mommy seemed unphased by my mess. I guess all her babysitting experience made her used to changing dirty diapers. She started to wipe away the heaviest of my mess with baby wipes and she tossed those into a trash bag. She then told me to lift my bottom again and she quickly pulled the diaper out and wiped a little more before she told me to lie flat again. Mommy then told me to be very still and careful while she takes the diaper to dump the poop in the toilet before putting the diaper in the diaper pail. In a few minutes, Mommy came back and put the diaper in the pail. She also had a warm washcloth and she cleaned me up better with it and then put it in the diaper pail.

After getting me cleaned up, Mommy sprung a little surprise on me. She told me she was going to put a disposable diaper on me and we were going to do some shopping together! Again, I wasn't sure I was ready to go out in public wearing a diaper but didn't bother saying anything. Mommy pulled a disposable diaper out, which was covered in cute Alpacas, and after fluffing it up she told me to raise my bottom. She slid the diaper under me. She said that it appeared I might already be getting a little bit of diaper rash, so she applied some diaper cream around my entire diaper area. She took some wipes to clean her hands and then applied a generous amount of baby powder before pulling the diaper up between my legs and taping it in place.

Now, the only diapers I remember wearing were those cheap, thin drugstore diapers. This diaper, while not as thick as the cloth diapers, still surprised me. But Mommy kept getting me dressed, first with a onesie that snapped tightly between my legs. (I'm realizing more and more how much time she spent studying and finding the right clothing for her big baby to fit properly for any thickness of diapers she put on me!) She then pulled a t-shirt over my head with a general silhouette of an airplane on it. Although not really baby-type clothing, it was still a little juvenile, but I had no choice in how she dressed me. She then had me sit on the edge of the changing table and began to put my jeans on. But after getting them part way up my legs, and having me stand to finish, she realized how tight a fit it was going to be to get them the rest of the way up. "Oh my baby, I still hoped your jeans would fit over your disposable diapers. Let me go get a pair of your sweatpants to try." In a couple of minutes, she came with a pair of grey sweatpants that fit over my diaper. She then had me sit back down on the changing table and she put my socks and shoes on me. My mommy putting my socks and shoes on really gave me a feeling of being a child, a baby, and needing mommy to do everything for me!

But once she had me stand to follow her back to the living room, I realized how much noise my diaper made as I moved! I said, "Mommy, my diaper is making a lot of noise and people will hear it! I also think they can see I'm wearing a thick diaper!" Mommy replied, "Honey, no one will be paying attention to you, or notice the noise or your very slight diaper bulge. But while we are out shopping, we will find you some dress jeans that will easily fit over your disposable diapers for you to wear to work." Work, this wasn't something I was quite sure I could follow through on. Going to work in a disposable diaper seemed an impossible thing to do!

Anyway, mommy told me to sit on the couch and she got me a bottle of apple juice to drink while she finished getting ready. But I was a little reluctant to take the bottle of juice from her because I wasn't sure she didn't put more laxatives in the juice. But mommy told me to be a good baby and drink it all gone before we left. So, I started sucking on the nipple, trying to enjoy the calming effect of drinking from my bottle and not think about the possibility of there being laxatives in it.

When Mommy was ready, she helped me put my coat on and then she put hers on. She led me by the hand to the van put me in the back seat and fastened my seatbelt. I started to protest about being in the back seat and she said, "Silly baby! Babies don't ride in the front seats with their mommies." With that, she stuck a pacifier in my mouth and told me not to take it out while we drove to our first stop.

About ten minutes later we pulled into the large parking lot of the grocery store we shop at. After parking the van, she came around, undid my seatbelt, and thankfully took the pacifier from my mouth. But she said, "If you are not a good baby while shopping, I will put this back into your mouth and you will NOT fuss about it, or else!" Being fully warned, she took me by the hand and we headed inside.

We looked like a normal couple as we walked hand in hand into the store. After getting a grocery cart, she told me to grab a hold of the edge of the cart and keep ahold of it as we were shopping so the baby wouldn't get lost. Again, I complied, even though I felt a little silly doing this, but to a casual observer I hoped it just seemed like we were a close couple. As we worked our way up and down the aisles, my now mommy was getting pretty much normal things. But she also grabbed some puddings, apple sauce, and other soft foods I knew were for her baby.

As the shopping continued, I suddenly felt the urge to pee. But now it was a little easier to just relax and let it happen, but I had to stop for a moment to do this. Mommy at first started to scold me for stopping her, but quickly realized I was peeing my diaper. She just smiled at me, and after a few moments she asked, "Is baby all done going potty and ready to continue?" I was mortified she had said this out loud, even though it didn't seem any other shoppers were in earshot. But eventually, we went down the aisle with baby stuff in it. Mommy took her time looking at various things, trying to decide what was best for her baby. She got some more baby powder and diaper rash ointment. She also put a couple of baby rattles in the cart, and when she saw this really cute big teddy bear she put it in the cart as well.

Finally, we headed to the checkout. As the cashier began to ring things up, she smiled when she came to the baby items. She asked, "Do you two have a little one at home?" My wife just smiled while looking at me and said, "You could say that in a matter of speaking." The cashier got a quizzical look on her face as she looked at me and just continued ringing things up. But as we walked out the store to the van, I felt another sudden urge to pee, and poop. I stopped all of a sudden and Mommy looked at me asking, "What's wrong, baby?" I said, "I have to poop as well as pee!" Mommy just smiled and said, "Oh, baby, you just have to get used to using your diapers whenever you need to, at any time. That's why Mommy put a little more laxative in your juice before we left home. I need you to get used to messing your diapers and not fight going so much." "But Mommy, we are away from home, in public, and I have to poop my diapers???? Can't we rush inside and let me use the toilet?" "Oh no, baby. First, I don't think you'd make it to the bathroom before pooping your diaper, and of course, that would go against what we've agreed to. Now, just use your diaper! The longer we stand her in the middle of the parking lot people will begin to wonder what's going on." I pouted, fighting to hold back tears, as I tried to keep walking. I really wanted to get to the van before I pooped. But as we walked, I could feel my diaper filling as I began to uncontrollably poop and wet myself! Just as we reached the van I started crying again at the embarrassment I was feeling and being so vulnerable in public. Mommy got the van opened up, put me in the back seat, and fastened my seatbelt. As I sat down I felt the poop in my diaper spread around and up between my legs. As she put the groceries in the back, I was becoming an emotional mess as I was trying to deal once again with the conflicting emotions of public embarrassment, and the unbelievably good feelings of being treated as a baby, and finding my fantasy was all I expected, and more so. At least so far.

Once Mommy got in the driver's seat she turned and said, "Oh baby, it's all okay. Mommy will find a little quiet area in the parking lot and get your diaper changed. I have all I need to change your messy diaper as I fully expected this to happen." So, Mommy started the van and drove to an area of the parking lot where there were very few other vehicles. She parked the van, and then came and opened my door and undid my seatbelt. She took me to the other side of the van. The back seats were split, so you could fold down one side at a time, which also stowed the seat on the floor of the van as you did this. She then told me to crawl in and lie down with my head on the back of the van. I did this and found she had carefully placed our groceries to provide room for me to do this. Mommy then moved back to the other side folded down half the seat on that side and crawled in and closed the door. There was barely enough room to do what we were about to do. Mommy mentioned this was good practice for when she'd come to my workplace at lunchtime so she could change my diapers there.

Mommy got to work. I hadn't noticed before, but she had put a diaper bag in the van with spare diapers, wipes, powder, ointment, and a plastic bag for the dirty diapers. There was also a large vinyl changing pad, which she placed under me after telling me to lift my rear end. Again, I was told to lift as she pulled my sweatpants down to my ankles. In the tight, warm space of the van, the smell of my messy diaper was again almost more than I could handle, but Mommy still seemed to be unphased by my mess. She untapped my diaper and then told me to roll on my side away from her. She then began using wipes that felt really cold to clean up my mess. It seemed to take her forever to get me cleaned up to her satisfaction before she rolled up the messy diaper, with all the wipes in it and put it in the plastic bag. While I was still lying on my side, she put my clean diaper down and had me roll back on top of it. Again, she applied diaper ointment, and then baby powder. Finally, she pulled my clean diaper up between my legs and quickly tapped it tightly in place. She got my sweatpants pulled up and the whole affair was finally done. Mommy opened her side van door and sat the seat back up. She then came around and had me crawl out, closed the door, and took me to the other side to fasten me into what was now my "baby seat."

By now I was exhausted. So much emotional energy had been spent since this all started less than a full day ago! As Mommy crawled into the driver's seat, she said we'd run to a clothing store about fifteen minutes away to get me some new jeans. But not long after we left the grocery store I was sound asleep. The next thing I knew, Mommy was shaking me gently by the shoulder saying, "Wake up my little sleepy head. We need to go in and find you some new pants to fit over those diapers." She got my seatbelt undone and we headed into the store, with her holding my hand once again.

This was a large men's store, and I soon realized this might take my mommy a little longer than I wanted to find the right pants for me. Soon a young female clerk offered to help us find what we needed. Mommy just said, "My little man here needs some bigger jeans, or dress pants for work. He's put on a little weight." I turned red as the clerk kind of giggled and said, "Sure. What size do you think you need?" After Mommy told her, the clerk led us first to some racks of jeans, and Mommy picked out a couple of pairs. Next, the clerk took us to some dress pants that might fit me nicely. After what seemed an eternity, Mommy had some pants picked out, but then asked the clerk, "Where are your dressing rooms? I want to help him try these on to make sure they fit him correctly." I'm sure this clerk was highly amused at this "dominant" female leading her "husband" around the store like a child.

Once the clerk showed us the dressing rooms, Mommy said, "I will need to go in and help him try these on. Is there room in there for both of us?" This time the clerk couldn't suppress a small laugh before saying, "I'm sure there is enough room for you both." Mommy then directed me into the room and then had me sit on the small bench while she removed my shoes. She then had me stand and she untied my sweatpants and pulled them off me. Mommy then took the first pair of jeans got me to step into them and pulled them up and over my diaper. This pair got over my diaper, but as Mommy tried to fasten the front, she found them to be just a little bit small. So, she helped me off with these and got me into a little bit bigger pair of jeans. These seemed to do the trick, but after she got them fastened, and looked them over, I got a side view of me standing in front of the full-length mirror! I was shocked at how much bigger my bottom looked! I said, "Mommy, you can see my diaper in these! I didn't know the diapers would be so obvious! I can't go to work like this!" Mommy looked at me and said, "First baby, keep your voice down! Next, do you want my treating you like a baby to end here and now? I'm getting a little frustrated that I have to keep reminding my baby of the rules he agreed to. So, answer me, baby, do we end this now? I just stared down at my feet, trying not to cry. I thought for a minute and blubbered, "No." Mommy said, "You know the correct way to politely answer me!" I said, "No, Mommy. I don't want this to end, yet." Mommy then pulled me close, hugged me, softly patted my back, and said, "Now, that's a good baby. I think these dress pants of the same size as those jeans will work. Let's get your sweatpants back on, and get you home."

When we came out of the dressing room the young clerk was still standing there. It was obvious she'd hard everything in the dressing room! I turned beat red once again, and Mommy just took my hand. She told the clerk, "These two pairs will be all we need today." We all walked quietly to the front of the store. Mommy paid for my new pants and took me to the van and we headed home. But she had put my pacifier in my mouth to suck on while we drove the twenty minutes home. I was tired, a little sad, and felt a little defeated. But sucking on the pacifier really helped. After a few minutes of driving, I felt I needed to pee once again, and found it getting easier and easier to just pee without thinking about it so much.

Although drowsy, I didn't sleep on the way home. Once we arrived home at about eleven in the morning, Mommy took me to my nursery. She said, "I saw those heavy eyelids on the way home, baby. Let's get your diaper changed and then you will take a nap before lunch." I started to protest but was quickly stopped. Mommy said, "Not a word, baby," as she began untieing my shoes. She then untied my sweatpants and slid them to my ankles before having me lie on the changing table. She found my pacifier, which I'd taken out and thrown on my bed, and put it back in my mouth before she started to change my diaper. Mommy gently untapped the diaper, but paused as she leaned over me and smiled at me. "I'm really surprised at how much I'm enjoying having you as my baby. I hope we can continue this for quite some time." I smiled back at Mommy and just nodded. She then finished removing the tapes of the diaper and pulled it out from under me. I hadn't noticed before, but Mommy had evidently set up a warmer for my wipes, and I was pleasantly surprised when Mommy started wiping my diaper area to clean me up. She spent a little extra time to be sure she got all the poop cleaned up from the mess I'd made earlier. Next, she started to get my cloth diapers ready, then slid them under me, and once again applied diaper ointment and baby powder. But she couldn't help but notice that my weewee was pretty firm as she was getting ready to diaper me, but didn't say anything, but smiled a little. She finally was ready to pull the diaper up between my legs, once again forcing my knees apart, but I didn't mind so much now. She got me pinned into my fresh diapers nice and tight and got another pair of plastic pants on me. But instead of just plain white plastic pants, these had a lot of various colored balloons on them and were white in color. This really made me smile and Mommy smiled back at me. She then fastened the onesie in place and helped me off the changing table and over to my crib for a nap. She helped me lie down and then pulled what I realized now was a great big "baby" blanket over me. She kissed my forehead and said she'd be back in a minute with a bottle for me. When she returned, it was again some warm chocolate milk. She put it in my mouth and told me to hold it. I again found the warmth of the chocolate milk, and the warmth of the surrounding plastic of the nipple against my lips, all very comforting and soothing after such a big morning. Mommy also handed me the big teddy bear she'd bought for me to hold with one arm, while I held my bottle with the other hand. It was a heavenly moment!

I again was slightly startled as Mommy was gently trying to wake me up. She said it was about 12:30 and time for some lunch. As I woke up, and then sat up, I noticed my bottle from earlier was still half full. I guess it didn't take me long to fall asleep for my nap. Since this diaper wasn't as thick, with Mommy's help, I was able to stand and then waddle to the kitchen. I knew the routine now as Mommy got me ready to eat lunch. She already had my baby plate ready with some mac and cheese with pieces of hotdog in it to eat. But there was also some sort of green much I couldn't recognize as mommy had blended it, but I knew it was a vegetable, which wasn't always my favorite thing to eat.

After getting my bib on, and sliding me up to the table, she sat down to start feeding me. I asked her where her food was and she said she'd eaten while I took my nap. Mommy started feeding me the mac and cheese, which I gobbled down the small bites that fit on my baby spoon, but when she was headed to my mouth with the vegetables, I refused to open my mouth. Mommy looked at me sternly, and said, "Baby, if you know what's good for you, you better open your mouth and eat what I give you!" "But Mommy, I don't think I'll like those vegetables. They look yucky!" Mommy said, "Open your mouth and find out. If you do, I might have a nice surprise for baby when we are done." I reluctantly opened my mouth and she wasted no time sticking the food in my mouth. When the taste hit me, I almost gagged, but was able to swallow the much green beans. It could have been a much worse vegetable! Mommy continued feeding me alternating spoonfuls of mac and cheese and mushy green beans.

Once Mommy finished feeding me, she took my dishes to the sink and came back with a warm washcloth to clean up my mess. She removed my bib and helped me to stand and sent me out to the couch. In a few minutes, she came out and sat down and then had me once again place my head in her lap. She said, "Since you were a good baby, and ate what I gave you, Mommy will let you try to nurse her again." I smiled as Mommy raised her blouse, where once again I guess she had removed her bra a little before. As she helped me to get situated in her lap, I couldn't take my eyes off her nipple. She eventually helped to guide it into my mouth and I began to gently suck on it. As I did so, Mommy said she'd been reading about how to begin lactating since she hadn't had an actual baby. She'd been doing some things to hopefully start the process. As I continued to suckle her breast, I suddenly seemed to taste and feel a small trickle of liquid in my mouth. I glanced up at Mommy, who seemed to have an extreme look of contentment and was smiling down at me. As I continued to suckle, little by little more of her warm milk entered my mouth. After maybe ten minutes, Mommy shifted me to her other breast and I began nursing on it. This time, the flow of her milk was almost immediate, and I was so pleasantly surprised, comforted, and content as I nursed on my Mommy. By the look on her face, she was enjoying this intimate time with her "baby" as much as the "baby" was! As I nursed, I felt myself begin to wet my diaper almost without realizing the need to go potty. This just added to the unreal experience I was having right at this moment!

All too soon, Mommy's milk ended and she removed her breast from my mouth. She grabbed a nearby Kleenex to wipe the milk around my mouth that was also dribbling down my cheek. Mommy then had me sit up and she slid towards the center of the couch and then told me to lay across her legs on my tummy. I guess she had anticipated the possibility of her beginning to lactate, so she had one of my boosters nearby and placed it under my face. as I laid across her thighs. Mommy explained she needed to try and burp her baby after eating his lunch and drinking all this milk. After I laid on my tummy, across her thighs, Mommy began to gently pat the upper part of my back. I really didn't feel the need to burb right then, but I enjoyed this extra level of intimacy and care my mommy was showing me. After a couple of minutes of her burping me, I surprised her, and me, when I let out a great big belch and even spit up a little!! It was a good idea Mommy was ready for this possibility and had placed one of my diaper boosters under my cheek!

Mommy then helped me to sit up close to her and she cuddled me for a little bit. She then told me to sit on the floor and wait for a few minutes. She went back to what had been our bedroom, and I heard her ruffling in some of the boxes I'd seen in our room the day before. When she returned, she had a giant-sized pyramid ring set, just like they make for babies, but this was much bigger! She sat this, and some big cars next to me and told me to play like a good baby while she did some laundry, which included my first wet cloth diapers. I wasn't quite sure how to begin "playing" with my new toys, but I realized with a little effort I could enter further into the little space I was already in after being nursed by Mommy. As I sat on the floor, with my legs spread in front of me in my soft clean diaper and balloon-covered plastic pants, I started having a lot of fun playing with the rings, stacking them, and naming the colors. I also found a way to integrate the play cars with the rings and was having a lot of fun! I didn't realize how much fun I was having until Mommy came and sat beside me. It was then I realized I'd been playing for almost two hours! So far, my being treated like a baby was far exceeding anything I expected from my fantasies. Mommy hugged me and then said for me to follow her to the kitchen.

When we got to the kitchen she had me sit in my chair and then she sat some containers in front of me. She opened the lids and then dumped the contents on a plastic sheet that was in front of me. It was some Playdoo!! I smiled at Mommy as I stuck my hands in the Playdoo, and she also put her hands in it. She then smiled and got up and said, "Wait just a minute." When she came back she had a box of a lot of differently shaped cookie cutters. We had fun making different shapes out of the Playdoo, and continued this until about 5:30. Then Mommy said it was time to put this away so she could get our supper ready. After cleaning up, and washing my hands with a washcloth, she took me to the living room and sat me on the floor to watch some cartoons as she got supper ready. As I sat there watching cartoons, I was smiling as I thought over all the good things that had happened that day. Yes, there were some difficult and embarrassing times, but overall I was really enjoying being a baby again.

Soon, Mommy had our supper all done and came to get me. She got me situated on my chair, with my big plastic bib tied around my neck. I could smell that Mommy had cooked some meat and more vegetables. Soon, she brought over our plates. Hers had a big hamburger on it and some steamed carrots and broccoli. Mine had my hamburger blended to a mush, as well as my vegetables. I was starved and ready to eat, but wasn't too excited about eating these vegetables. But Mommy had been so good to me today, that I didn't complain when she began to feed me. Mommy was so happy I didn't fuss when she fed me the vegetables that she smiled and said, "What a good, good baby you are being. I'm so happy you are eating what I am feeding you without raising a fuss! I may have another nice surprise for you before bed!"

After eating our supper, Mommy put the plates in the sink and then told me to wait a minute. I could hear her open the fridge and then do something at the counter. In a few minutes, she came with two bowls of vanilla ice cream with chocolate on it! She proceeded to feed me a few bites and then take some of her own. We smiled at each other and giggled some as we ate the ice cream. Once done, Mommy got me cleaned up, removed my bib, and had me go to the living room again and sit on the floor while she did the dishes.

When I sat on the floor I realized I was peeing my diaper again. My diaper seemed to be getting pretty wet! After Mommy finished dishes she came out and sat beside me. She stuck her fingers inside my plastic pants by my thigh and felt my diaper. "Oh my!! What a wet baby you are!! Get up and let's go get you out of that soaked diaper." Mommy had me lie down on the changing table and then told me to wait while she did something. Soon, I heard the tub running and she came back into my nursery. She said she needed to give me another bath and proceeded to get my diaper, t-shirt, and onesie off of me. She then led me to the bathtub shut the water off and checked the temperature before she had me crawl into my bubble bath. As I sat down and was moving my hands around I felt something plastic and strangely shaped. I grabbed onto it and jumped a little when it squeaked! As I pulled it clear of all the bubbles I saw it was on oversized rubber ducky! I smiled a great big smile and Mommy and said, "Thank you, Mommy! I love you so much!" "I love you too, Baby. You've been such a good baby today with all you've had to adjust to." Mommy played with me a little bit before she started to get me washed up. Then she started the tub draining and had me stand up so she could get me dried off before stepping out of the tub. She then wrapped me in my towel and led me back to the nursery and once again, had me up on the changing table.

Mommy said, "It is nearly 8 pm, and you've had a big day. I'm going to put your nighttime diaper on you and get you ready for bed." I started to pout at the early bedtime, but Mommy said, "I'm just getting you ready for bed. But we will still do something before I put you in your crib to go to sleep." I smiled at that as Mommy got my nighttime diaper ready. Once she got all the layers she felt were needed, she had me raise my bottom, slid the diaper under me, and proceeded to put the diaper ointment and powder on me. But before she pulled the diaper between my legs, she got a big smile on her face and all of a sudden leaned over my tummy, put her mouth on it, and blew hard! The vibration it made on my tummy made me giggle and laugh loudly, which caused Mommy to do the same! So, once again, Mommy took a breath and leaned over my tummy and blew again! I laughed and giggled one more time, and then suddenly stopped. I realized I had wet a little bit while Mommy was blowing on my tummy. Mommy asked, "What's the matter, baby?" "Mommy, I think I wet a little when you were blowing on my tummy," I replied. Mommy looked down and saw that I indeed had wet a little. She said, "Don't worry, baby. What little you did went on your diaper. Let's go ahead and get it in place before another accident happens." I just nodded as Mommy got to work pulling my very thick, and now slightly wet diaper up between my legs. She was getting quicker and getting me pinned tightly into my diapers. She then pulled a fresh pair of plastic pants from under my changing table to put on me. This one had playful-looking teddy bears on them. "Momm!" I shouted. Those plastic pants have Teddy Bears on them like the one you got me today!" "I guess they do!" she replied. She finished getting the plastic pants on me, got me in a fresh onesie, and got it snapped in place. Next, was the big-footed sleeper to keep me warm at night. I really liked how my footed sleeper had made me feel the previous night, and I smiled as Mommy got me into it.

Once Mommy had me dressed for bedtime, she had me crawl out to the living room and helped me up onto the couch. I noticed she was carrying one of my booster pads, so I had a good guess what was coming. After she sat at the end of the couch she had me lie down, again with my head in her lap. I now knew for sure what was coming! She got me situated and pulled up her blouse. I noticed this time her breast seemed bigger than before and I said, "Mommy, your breast looks bigger. Does it hurt you?" Mommy smiled and said, "No baby, it doesn't hurt. It's just full of warm milk for my baby. If he doesn't drink it soon, it might start hurting." I smiled as Mommy placed her nipple into my mouth and I began to suckle. I was caught off guard at how much milk was now coming into my mouth. I sucked hungrily at the warm milk, and could barely swallow fast enough. In fact, I felt some flowing out my mouth and down my cheek as I drank. After about five minutes, the milk slowed down to almost nothing and Mommy pulled it from my mouth. She just smiled when she saw the mess the milk had made on my cheek and in her lap. She took the booster and wiped my cheek and then placed it on her other thigh, and under my cheek as she placed her other nipple in my mouth to nurse. Again, I sucked hungrily as her warm, sweet milk flowed into my mouth. It was so luxurious, so comforting and I felt so much love for my mommy as I drank. But just as the milk was slowing down, I felt totally exhausted! Mommy disengaged her nipple from my mouth very gently and then helped me to sit and move over slightly so she could place me over her thighs once again to burp me. With her guidance, I was soon in place and she started patting my upper back gently and lovingly, cooing at me as she did so. Once again, I was surprised at the loud burb I made as Mommy patted my back. She then got me sat up, wiped away her milk from my cheek, and then asked, "Is my baby ready for beddy-bye?" I sleepily nodded yes at Mommy and she helped me to the floor and had me crawl to the nursery.

Once we got to the nursery, Mommy helped her very sleepy baby into his crib. (I'm writing in the third person as the baby at this point isn't really aware of what's going on!) She helped her baby get situated lying on his back and pulled his baby blanket up around his chin. Then Mommy remembered something. She took the Teddy Bear and laid it beside her baby. She also placed a pacifier on her baby's lips and he reflectively took it in his mouth and started sucking on it. As Mommy sat there pondering the last day, she couldn't help but wonder what her baby's fantasies had really been like when she discovered his secret internet life. But she knew in that moment that she'd made the right decision to help her baby try and fulfill whatever his fantasies might have been. She could only hope that he wouldn't choose to stop being her baby at some point and she'd do everything she could to make sure that didn't happen!