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I woke up. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around at my surroundings. I first saw the bars
that surrounded me and felt the warm wetness between my legs. I’d wet my diaper again during
the night. I moved my hands down to my diaper and felt it through the onesie that I wore. It was
indeed warm. I moaned in delight as my hand rubbed my crotch. My pussy began to get wet with
pleasure as I felt the warm wetness. I had always liked the feeling of a wet diaper. It was so
sensual. It was so pleasurable. I slowly and quietly began to rub my diaper and clit through the
onesie. I did not want to wake my Mommy. I rubbed in delight and soon felt my tits begin to
harden as the pleasure began to build inside me. I grabbed the pacifier I kept with me inside my
crib and slowly began to suck in the rhythm of my rubs. I quietly moaned through my pacifier as
the pleasure intensified. I was going to cum. I knew it. I squealed in delight through my pacifier
and giggled. I always giggled as I was going to cum. Soon, I felt it. I felt the orgasm as I began
to rock inside my crib. Slowly, the orgasm died down and I smiled a happy smile of delight. I was
in heaven. I hoped that I did not wake Mommy. I lay in my crib and looked around my room as a
way to kill time. The walls were painted pink, my crib was pink also, and on one wall was a white
changing table that was fitted for my size. I looked out and saw my toybox. In one corner, was
my potty seat. As I lay in my crib, I grabbed my pink blankie and held it. I waited paitently. The
door soon opened and in walked Mommy. I looked up and saw my Mommy. Mommy was in
actuality my best friend. We’d known each other since we were little girls. She always knew I
wanted to be a baby. Mommy walked over to my crib and looked me, “Did my baby girl sleep
good?” she asked, I nodded my head. “Yeht Mommy.” I said, through the pacifier. Mommy walked
over and lowered the side of my crib and lifted me out. Mommy was strong enough to lift me out
and carry me around if I felt like it. Mommy held me as I put my legs around her waist, my arms
around her neck and she held me. She looked at me, “Do you need changed, sweetie?” she asked
me, I nodded. Mommy proceeded to carry me over to the change table and lay me down. Mommy
left the room for a minute as I lay on the change table and waited for her to return. Mommy came
back with a baby bottle filled with milk in her hands. She reached over and removed my pacifier.
I put my hands around the baby bottle as she handed it to me and put it in my mouth. I began to
slowly suck the bottle as Mommy began the process of changing me. Mommy removed my onesie
and saw my diaper was soaked. She looked at me, “I see someone was busy during the night.”
She said, as she began to remove my pink plastic panties, I smiled behind the bottle. Mommy began to remove my diaper and she looked at my privates. Mommy clicked her tounge. I was discovered. I sheepishly grinned behind my bottle as I sucked. Mommy looked at me. “I see my little girl was naughty.” She said, grabbing a wipe and slowly wiping me down. I giggled as I felt the wipes touch my pussy. Mommy wiped me clean and removed my diaper. She moved it over to the diaper pail and put it in as well as throwing the wipes in a garbage can. Mommy lifted me off the change table, “Does my little girl need to use her potty?” I nodded, Mommy carried me off the table and led me to my potty in the corner of my nursery. I sat down and proceeded to do my business as Mommy watch. I put my bottle in my mouth and drank while I used my potty. I strained and did my business on my potty as Mommy watched me. I always used my potty in the morning. Both Mommy and I hated poopy diapers so we used a potty. It made for a more babyish feeling than using the big-girl toilet. I drank my bottle as I did my business. Mommy went into the joining bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper. Soon, I was done. Mommy knew when I was done. I always gave her a look and she recognized the look on my face. Mommy had me stand up. I stood up and she wiped me down with the toilet paper, “Such a good girl. You’re learning really fast.” Mommy said. I looked at her as she wiped me clean, “I a big girl, Mommy!” I said, When Mommy was done, she led me into the bathroom so she could give my morning bath. As she did, Mommy looked at me. “Are you working today, sweetie?” she asked me, “Yeah,” I said, getting out of character, “Ten til eight. I have a crew meeting afterwards.” “Ok, let me know if there’s a change, Becki.” Said Mommy, “Ok, Rach.” I said, still out of character. I looked back at Rachel, and smiled at her. She smiled back at me, “Does my little girl want a bath?” she asked me, I nodded, getting back into character. “Yes, Mommy.” I said, “Mommy’s going to run your water. Here’s some toys.” Said Mommy Rachel as she grabbed some bath toys and handed them to me. I sat naked on the bathroom floor and played with my toys as Mommy got the bathtub filled. Mommy as I said, wasn’t my real Mommy. She was my best friend. As a child, we were inseparable. We went to elementary school, junior high, and high school together. I’d found a job at a local fast food joint and moved up the ranks of the store. I was now a manager. You are asking me right now, how did I end up as a baby, well. . . I always was a baby. Rachel knew this.
Even as kids, I always wanted to be the baby when we played house and such games. I wanted to be a baby in the worst way. My parents had a younger sister while I was still in High School. When Kadie was born, I would steal her diapers and wear them myself under my underwear. As Kadie got older, I realized I would fit in a Pampers large. I was rather small. I only stood just under five feet, but I was very well developed. When Kadie started potty-training, I would steal her pull-ups and wear them to school. Finally, Kadie was potty trained. I had no release. Oh, well. Or so I thought. Around this time, I started working for the restaraunt. Whenever I had a chance, I would buy diapers with my paychecks. I would buy training pants as well. I loved both types of diapers. Around this time, Rachel was getting ready for college. One night, she was over at my house. We were in my room, talking. . . Anyway, I had to go to the bathroom for number two’s. I hated to do them in my diapers or training pants. I rushed to my bathroom and relived myself. As I did, Rachel began to look around for a CD we wanted to listen to. When I came out, Rachel lay on my bed and looked at me. She had found my diapers. They were now sitting on top of my bed where Rachel sat. I looked at her and I wanted to cry. Rachel broke the ice, “What’s up with the diapers?” she asked me, I was ready to cry, “I like them.” I said simply, expecting Rachel to walk out of the room. In the stress of being discovered, I then wet my training pants I was wearing, “Why do you like to wear diapers?” she asked me, At this point, tears welled up in my eyes. “I just do!” I said, beginning to cry, Rachel got off my bed and led me over to my bed. She held me the whole time, I did not know what was going to happen. Rachel looked at me and smiled at me, “It’s ok, Becki, it really is. I always suspected you were still a baby.” She said, with a comforting look, “You did?” I asked her, “Remember when we used to play house as kids? You always wanted to be the baby. You always loved those pretend diaper changes.” She said, I nodded, as we sat down on my bed. “You always knew?” I asked her. Rachel shook her head and looked at me.
She gave me a warm motherly smile. I felt really comforted by her smile. I really did. Rachel looked at me and continued to smile, “Do you wanna be a baby now?” she asked me, I nodded. Of Course! It was my dream! I had never wanted to grow up. “Yes, Rach.” I said, “Call me Mommy.” She said, with a semi-stern look on her face. Rachel then pulled me over her lap, handed me my blankie and I began to suck my thumb, as Rachel lovingly stroked my hair. . . From then on, whenever we had a sleep-over I was the baby. Rachel changed me, fed me and babied me in general. We had developed an even closer bond than what we’d had before. Unfortunately, this lasted for only two years. Rachel went off to college and I continued to work at the local restaurant. Whenever Rachel was home, we would play the game. I would strip to a diaper, blankie and a pacifier and Rachel would hold me. She would feed me, change me and generally baby me. I loved it! Rachel soon finished college and moved home. We decided to pool our resources together and buy a house. We had enough. Rachel worked as a computer engineer out of the home and I had by now reached the hierarchy of management in a fast food restaurant.. Rachel made a few changes in our new house before we both moved in. I’d moved all my grown- up things into a room and helped her with the main furniture. The changes, however was the nursery that Rachel had put together for me in one of the extra bedrooms. . . Complete with large crib, change table, potty seat, toys and a playpen for in the living room on the days I didn’t work. I was waken out of my trip down memory lane by Rachel tapping me. She looked at me, and smiled. “You ok, sweetie?” she asked me, I nodded, “Yes, Mommy. I was remembering how I became your baby.” “I remember, too. You always were a sweet baby.” Said Mommy, giving me a loving and tender look, “Your water is ready.” I stood up. Mommy reached down and picked up a few of the baby toys. She tossed them into the bath tub. The bath tub was filled with warm water and bubbles. I loved a bubble-bath! I always did. Even when we had sleep-overs, Rachel gave me a bubble bath. Now, they were a part of my everyday life. I slowly stepped into the hot tub, Mommy helping me along the way. After I got in, I lowered my body into the hot water. I then sat down and began to play with my toys as Mommy cleaned me off and helped me get ready for a long day of work. I played with my toys as Mommy washed me completely clean. Soon, Mommy had me stand so she could wash my legs and body. I stood, holding a toy boat in my hands. I looked at her as she completely cleaned me off. I stood, looking at Mommy, giving her a completely childlike look. Soon, Mommy wrapped a towel around me and lifted me out of the tub. Mommy had always been real strong and able to lift me out of the tub. As she did, I looked at her and she continued to radiate warmth. It still amazed me to this day, I thought as she carried me back to the nursery, how much she loves to do this! Mommy carried me back to my nursery. I kept my work uniforms in there, so I could easily change into them. Mommy lay me on the change table, still wrapped in my towel. She looked for something. Mommy pulled out of one of my drawers, a pair of Pull-Ups. I always wore a pull-up. I had accidents at work when we were busy and I couldn’t make it in time to a toilet. I always kept an extra one in my purse. Mommy walked back over with my pull-up and pulled it up through my legs to my waist. After she did that, she had me stand up and get off the change table. I did as she was told and I walked over to my closet. Mommy reached in and grabbed my uniform pants, shirt and a loose bra-type shirt. I hated bras. I always did. Mommy first put the bra-shirt on and then my work shirt. I then put my own work shirt on and my pants. Mommy then led me back over to to the bathroom. She looked at me and my hair. She grabbed a brush and brushed off my hair and put it into a pony-tail. When I was done, she turned and had me look in the mirror. I checked everything. I wanted to make sure I was ready. Mommy gave me another look, “Are you hungry, sweetie?” she asked me, “Yes, Mommy.” I said. Mommy led me back to my nursery and over to a large chair. Mommy sat down on the chair and undid her nightgown. She pulled open a nursing bra and I looked hungrily at her swollen teat. This was a special part of our friendship. This was our secret. Two times a day I was breast-fed. I loved the feeling and the taste of breastmilk. I climbed onto Mommy’s lap and looked hungrily at the first swollen tit. I latched on and began sucking. I was in heaven! Here I was, twenty-five, being breast fed by my best friend. What more could a girl ask for! Soon, I was finished with the first tit and then Mommy moved me around so I could suckle on her second tit.
I took my time with this one, I had an hour before I had to go to work. Oh, well. All good things come to an end. Soon, I was finished with both tits and I looked forward to tonight when I went to bed. I’d be fed again before I went to bed. Mommy had me climb off her lap and she gave me another once over. Making sure I was ready for work. Soon, it was time. Mommy led me downstairs to the living room of our house and I looked back at her. I wanted to stay in her arms. I hugged her again Mommy gave me another hug, “You’d better grab your pop-tart or you’re gonna be late for work, sweetie.” I gave Mommy a dissapointing look. It was always hard on me to go to work and leave my comfortable baby life. “Ok.” I said in a somber voice. Mommy read my look, “Think baby, you have two weeks coming up soon. You can look forward to being my baby then. But for now, you need to go to work.” She said, “I know. I just wanna be a baby. I hate my grown-up life.” I said, meaning it. Mommy knew how I was feeling and she hugged me. She handed me my purse and led me over to the kitchen. I grabbed a pop-tart and ate it straight out of the box. I always did when I had to hurry. Mommy looked at me, “Do you have a pull-up in your purse?” she asked me, as I took a bite out of my pop-tart. I looked inside my purse quickly. There, on the top were my two pull-ups. I nodded, “Yes, Mommy.” I said. Mommy gave me a look, “You’d better leave. I don’t want you to be late.” She said, “I know.” I said, getting out of character, “Sorry about my complaining. Rach, I really love my baby life.” “I know you do, Becki. I know. You’d better hurry.” I gave Mommy a look and she hugged me again. I went out to the garage and saw that my Ford Mustang, a birthday gift from my father when I turned 16, was ready for me. I looked at the sporty car and back at the house. It was time for me to grow up. For now. I’ll be a baby again when I get home. Now, I had to go to work.
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