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Author: Ray Jackson
The court hearings had been more than my little five year old mind could comprehend. I had only a limited understanding of what was going on; the issues discussed so hotly by a strange woman and the Division of child and family services was all but lost upon my limited powers of comprehension. However, it was over, and I was told to go with this strange woman, whom every one kept referring to as my mother. She burst into happy teres and hugged me hard when the final decision was spoken by the judge. The judge was an austere and some what forbidding personage toward whom I had a fearful aversion. However, he showed me in no uncertain manner that I hadn't anything to fear from him, when he came down from the bench and gently ordered me to approach him. Disengaging myself from the crying woman, I timidly made my way over to him. He kneeled down on one knee, took my chin in his big hand and looked earnestly into my face. "Little chaps should be with their mommies. Don't you think so my young friend?" He asked in a soft rumble. "I have decided that you don't have to live in a special place for homeless children anymore, because you have a home, and that's where you belong." After finishing, he lead me over to the strange woman who was drying her eyes and smiling broadly. He spoke briefly to the woman about something called a drug problem and rehabilitation. He then asked us to come back and visit him in three month's time, and the strange lady agreed. After thanking the judge profusely, the lady took my hand and lead me from the courtroom. I was more than a little glad to be quit of that forbidding place, because being in there made me feel so ill at ease. The strange lady drove us to a motel, where she said we were to spend the night. I had never been to a motel before, and I gazed about me in wonder. My eyes lighted up and I squealed with delight as I spied the large screened television over in one corner. The strange lady broke into a laugh, and then for some reason began to cry again. She sat down on the bed and took me into her lap. "You have never seen one of those before have you." She said, as she pointed at the television. She laughed again, as I shook my head in the negative. I couldn't for the life of me understand why she kept laughing and crying all at the same time. I remember thinking that maybe she was crazy like my last foster mom had been.
I shuddered as my mind went back to those awful days when I had lived with the Thompsons. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson didn't have jobs; they made a living by taking in foster children as a means of supplementing their welfare checks and food stamps. Mr. Thompson was a hard drinking, hard swearing and violent man. Mrs. Thompson had a temper to match her husbands, and we foster kids lived in terror of them. Mrs. Thompson would for no reason, go into screaming rages, at which time one or more of we kids would receive a sound beating or at least a series of hard slaps across the face. I can still remember the feel of her hard thin fingers twining them selves into my hair, as I saw her other hand through my frightened teres poised to strike. The shear unpredictability of an abusive tirade from either of the Thompsons kept all of us in a state of apprehension. We tried so hard to be good, but the abuse continued no matter what we did to avoid it.
I shook my head several times in order to try and rid myself of those memories, and looked up into the strange woman's eyes. She looked concerned as she gazed down into my up turned face. "What's wrong baby? Did mommy frighten you?" She hugged me close, and kissed the top of my head. She cheerfully suggested that we go out for hamburgers and ice cream. I brightened at the suggestion, jumped down from her lap and headed for the door.
After a fabulous meal, the likes of which would brighten the heart of any kid, we went to see Snow white and the Seven Dwarves. That was the night that I discovered Walt Disney along with something else much more wonderful. By the time we arrived back at the hotel, I was tired and sleepy. I don't know at which point I seised to fear the strange lady who kept calling me her baby, but I was able to sink into a contented sleep, and all fears were gone far far away.
I awoke as usual in a wet bed, and the same old terror filled me as I lay next to the sleeping form of the strange lady. Thoughts of beatings, slaps across the face and having my nose violently rubbed in my own pee swam through my mind, as the lady began to awaken. She sighed sleepily, stretched and started with the realization that she was laying in a wet bed. I stiffened involuntarily, because I was all too used to the consequences of waking in a wet bed. It is true that she didn't spank me when I had wet my pants in the theater, but we had just met. Maybe she wouldn't be so nice about my accidents this time. After all, she was wet too, and I fully expected the storm to break at any minute. "You had another accident didn't you." There was no rage nor contempt in her voice; there was only a measure of gentle concern as she spoke softly to me. "I'm sorry; I can't help it some times." I said timidly. The lady then rose from the bed, took me into the bathroom, and washed us both. After the wet sheets had been taken from the bed, and we both were dressed for the day, the strange lady sat down to read the papers which she had been given as we left the courtroom the day before. "I should have read this file before." She commented half to me and half to herself. "So you have always had a wetting problem." She paused for a moment in her perusal and took me into her lap, and resumed her reading. "They aren't sure why you have trouble holding your peepee. The pediatrician says that you have a malformed bladder, and the child psychologist thinks that you might not have been fully potty trained. Mommy will take you to a doctor when we get home, but for now we better get you some diapers, because you are wearing your last pare of pants." She spoke matter of factly as she replaced the papers into their folder. She then packed our few belongings, checked us out of the motel, and we were on our way.
I had never been inside a Walmart before, and I was more than a little bedazzled by the hundreds of shelves piled high with all manner of strange objects the likes of which I had never seen in my short life before. I found all of the sights and sounds to be a bit more than a little disconcerting as I was lead through all of the bustling activity to the baby isle. I particularly liked this section of the store, because of the especially wonderful sights and alluring smells emanating from the countless brands of what I knew were packages of diapers. The strange lady selected two large packages of pampers, several bottles of Baby Magic Lotion and two bottles of Johnson's Baby Powder. The items which she placed into the shopping cart reminded me of the orphanage where I had lived for a few months before being remanded over to the foster care administration in Washington state. the orphanage was owned by a Benadictine convent, and the nones there had been kind and understanding. I was never punished for my accidents; upon my arrival at the orphanage, I was straightway put into diapers. I could still remember the smell of the baby powder and the wonderful smell of the diapers. I well remembered the feel of the bulk between my legs, and I smiled involuntarily at the recollection of the many diaper changes. Short though it had been, my stay at the Benadictine orphanage had been the happiest time of my life. I was suddenly brought back to the present when the strange lady lifted me out of the front of the shopping cart, laid me on a nearby changing table, unfastened my pants and pulled them down along with my underwear. She briskly opened one of the packages of pampers, withdrew it and proceeded to diaper me right in the middle of the store. She seemed oblivious to the passing stairs which we were receiving from the other shoppers. After she had taped my pamper into place, she drew up my pants, lifted me down from the table and replaced me in the shopping cart. Just like that, and with no fuss, I was back in diapers. After purchasing a few more items, we left the huge store, and we were on our way.
The trip home was a long one, lasting a full day and a half. I am not sure when it was that I began calling the strange lady Mommy, but by the time we reached home, she was no longer the strange lady to me. She kept talking about what a wonderful life we were going to have together, and she tried several times to explain why she had not been able to be my mommy before. Much of what she had to say made little sense to me, but I liked the sound of her soft earnest chattering as we drove along. She would check my diaper every time we stopped for gas, and change me if I was wet. At some time during our trip home, all of my fears of punishment seemed to just float out the car window along with the memories. A child instinctually knows when they are among loving adults, and they some how know whether or not they can trust them. by the end of our first day on the road, I had lapsed into a state of contentment and excited anticipation of what was to come. Mommy seemed to undergo a slight change by the end of the day as well.
By the time we stopped for the night, she had begun treating me as a baby; I remember her saying that she had never known me as a baby, and now she was going to make up for those lost years. I at first enjoyed this superabundance of attention just as any little boy would, but I eventually found myself gradually slipping into an infantile state of mind, as I began to unconsciously let go of the past. Letting go of everything was a gradual, gentle and wholly effortless thing for me; it seemed rather like floating upon a big soft cloud of relief, peace and happiness. I enjoyed being hand fed my supper while sitting in mommy's lap. Although I was a boy of five years, holding me on her lap with one arm, and simultaneously eating her own meal whilst feeding me mine seemed perfectly natural to both of us. The passing stares of sympathy from the other patrons in the restaurant were of little consequence to us. Doubtless they thought me mentally deficient, as their quick glances, discrete comments to one another and averted gazes seemed to imply. After supper, we returned to our room, where mommy undressed me, removed my sodden diaper and lead me into the bathroom. I didn't even offer the predictable boyish protest as mommy placed me into the tub of warm water and bathed me thoroughly. After draining the bathtub, mommy lifted me out, gently toweled me dry and lead me back into the bedroom. She then laid me on the bed and diapered me for the night. Since I had no pajamas the diaper was all that I had on, and this caused me not the slightest sense of discomfort, as I curled up happily to watch television with my new found mommy. I loved the smell of my diaper, and its comfortable reassuring bulk between my legs. I also loved the sound which it made every time I moved. Before long, all of my pleasant thoughts and feelings began to blend with the sound of the television, as I lay in mommy's arms, and it was suddenly morning. I opened my eyes with a start, and looked about me for a dazed moment before I was able to collect my thoughts and realize where I was. I started in surprise at the feel of warm dry sheets beneath me, and I stretched to my full length on the bed with a contented sigh. It was then that I felt the damp heavy bulk of a very wet diaper between my legs, and I wriggled involuntarily at the deliciously pleasurable feel of it. Mommy emerged a few moments later from the bathroom with her over night bag in her hand. She was already fully dressed for the day, and she greeted me brightly when she saw that I had finally awakened. She untaped my wet diaper and lead me into the bathroom, for a quick sponge bath with a damp rag and some baby wipes. She then brought me back into the bedroom and diapered me for the day. After dressing me and putting our bags into the car, we were on our way once more for home.
My eyes widened as we drove into the driveway of an honest to goodness house. Theretofore, I had lived in apartments and institutions, and living in a house was something people did in the movies. A woman came out of the front door and called out excitedly to us, as she stepped down off the porch. Mommy introduced me to the smiling woman who's name was crystal. Mommy explained to me that she and crystal lived together as a couple, and that instead of having a daddy, I would have two mommies. Crystal gave me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead, and told me how happy I would be living with her and mommy. "Lets get your things unpacked, and then we can get to know each other." Crystal suggested brightly. She reached into the trunk of the car and took out my little suit case. Her face assumed a curious expression as her eyes lit on the packages of pampers. She looked inquiringly at mommy who explained that I had a wetting problem, and that we needed to make an appointment to see a doctor as soon as possible.
Since I had so few belongings, moving in was a short process, and before I knew it, Mommy, crystal and I were sitting comfortably in the living room. After both women had perused the folder of papers which mommy had gotten from the court, they discussed my bladder problems while I lay on the floor watching television. "Does he know when he has to go to the bathroom?" Crystal asked reflectively. "I really don't know." Mommy replied. Crystal beckoned for me to come to her. She lifted me onto her lap, gently took my chin in her fingers and tilted my face. "Can you tell when you have to peepee?" She asked. "I don't feel nothing; it just happens, and I don't know about it until it happens. Its too late then, and I get in trouble." I replied. "Can you tell when your diaper is wet?" she asked. I nodded yes, and told her that I knew when my diaper needed changing, but I really never knew when I actually wet. She asked me was my diaper wet, and I nodded. Crystal stood me before her, unfastened my pants and squeezed my sodden diaper. "You need changing don't you." She said. "Mommy told you to let some body know when your diaper is wet." Mommy gently reproved me. "Go in your room, and bring me a diaper, and I'll change you. When you need a new diaper, you should let mommy or me know, so that you don't get your pants wet." Crystal said. I went into my bedroom, and retrieved a diaper from the open package which stood on my dresser. I just stood there for a moment surveying my room. For the first time in my life I had my very own room, my own bed, my own dresser and everything. I even had a toy box, which had some toys in it, and they were my very own toys. I found myself completely bedazzled by the shear magnitude of all that I had acquired out of the blue. Crystal laughed and gently pulled my nose as I skipped merrily back into the living room. She laid me on the couch and changed me. She then sat down and lifted me into her lap. "Tomorrow we are going to see a real nice doctor, and we are gona get your peepee fixed so you won't need diapers. Won't that be nice?" Crystal said brightly.
The rest of that day past in a fog of joy and excitement. I could hardly comprehend this new and wonderful life which now lay before me. When ever my diaper was wet, I would tell mommy or crystal, and they would change me. Having my diaper changed so gently and lovingly was heavenly; gone was the fear and trepidation, and nothing but sweet security and contentment took their place. I remember experiencing shock, confusion and frank curiosity the first time I saw Mommy and Crystal holding hands, and I squealed with laughter when Crystal put her arms around Mommy, and they kissed one another. "Come here baby." Mommy said, as she and Crystal separated. "We had better have a little talk now. Ok?" Mommy continued. She sat me down on the couch between herself and a worried looking Crystal. Mommy paused reflectively, and knitted her eyebrows for a moment before continuing. "You see baby, Crystal and I are married, kind of like a husband and wife, except neither of us are really a husband. We love one another, and so we live together as a married couple. Most kids have a mommy and a daddy, you know, like on Little House on the Prairie. You know, there is mr. and mrs. Engles, but at our house, it's not like that." Mommy threw up her hands in mild exasperation. "I'm not doing so hot with this. Help me out Crystal." Crystal looked earnestly into my face before speaking. "You see baby, your mommy and I are gay. Have you ever heard the word lesbian?" She asked. I shook my head in the negative. "But you and Mommy live together, and you love each other, and you love me? I asked. Crystal nodded emphatically, and mommy nodded as well. "Ok; That's cool." I said simply. They both sighed with relief and laughed. I wasn't sure what was so funny, but they both seemed as though an uncomfortable business had been attended to in a most satisfactory fashion, and they were glad to have it over with. "I don't care if I don't have a daddy, because men have been mean to me, and they hurt me some times." I continued. Mommy pulled me into her lap and hugged me close before planting a big kiss on my forehead. "Well baby, no body won't ever hurt you never ever again. You are with Mommy and Crystal now, and we won't let any body hurt you again." She blinked back tears, and hugged me even more closely, and this time, the hug lasted for a good long time. I nestled my head into Mommy's breast, and reveled in the warmth and closeness. I then sat up and looked at Crystal, and the angry expression on her face disconcerted me not a little. However, perceiving my consternation, Crystal assumed a cheerful visage and nudged me playfully under the chin. "Your mommy's right; we won't never let no body hurt you. They'll have both of us to deal with if they try. Ok?" She said brightly. I nodded my understanding and smiled happily. I sat on the couch between my new parents basking in their undivided attention and love. It felt so warm and secure sitting there between the two of them. They seemed to radiate such deep love and tenderness for one another and for me as well. I had never known such a sense of well being in my entire life, and my happiness and serenity were complete. After the initial euphoria had worn off, I began to feel more and more curious about my new surroundings. I started to feel a burning desire to go exploring. This was such a big house, and I reasoned that it was full of new and interesting things. I had no idea at the time how correct this particular line of reason would turn out to be; was I ever in for a surprise. After a while, Mommy went into the kitchen to fix dinner, and Crystal started making phone calls. It was time to go exploring.
I first went into Crystal's and Mommy's bedroom. There wasn't anything of interest in there; there was just the usual things one would find in any bedroom in the world. I next went into the bathroom, and was surprised to see several rubber bag like objects, with all manner of different kinds of rubber tubes protruding from the bags or laying in coils on a shelf. I hadn't a clue as to their use, and I quickly lost interest. Bypassing my room, I proceeded down the hall where there were three more rooms just waiting for me to explore them. The walls of the first room I entered, were festooned with all sorts of leather straps, strange clothing and implements the likes of which I had never seen. I had absolutely no idea what to make of this room and its strange contents. After looking around for a few minutes, I decided to check out the next room. The second room contained some extremely odd furnishings, and again, I had no idea as to the nature and uses of that which I beheld. After playing for a while on the strange furniture, I quitted the room and headed for the last one. As I started to open the door and go inside, I was startled by Mommy's voice calling to me. "Have you seen Ray?" Mommy's voice sounded worried. "I've been on the phone, but he couldn't have gotten far." Crystal replied. "Here I am." I yelled. Mommy laughed with relief as she came down the hall toward me. "What have you been up to?" She asked. "I have been looking in the rooms Mommy. Say what are all those leather things on the wall? And what are those strange things in the other room? I've never seen stuff like that before." I said.
Mommy drew me into the living room and gave Crystal a concerned look. Crystal was nonplussed when Mommy told her what I had been up to. "This was gona happen sooner or later, and I would have preferred later to sooner. How can we hide something like this? I knew this would be an issue, but I haven't figured out how to address it." Crystal's voice was filled with dismay. "We shouldn't hide anything, and we don't need to sugar coat anything either. Lets just play it strait, because Ray has to learn right now what we do here. It's gona be a part of his life as well, and he should know about it and understand it as well." There was an air of finality and certainty in Mommy's voice, and Crystal nodded in agreement. They sat me down between them once more, and Mommy began to speak. "I am a teacher at a school for disabled children, and Crystal is self employed. I mean, she has her own business. You were looking at the things that she uses in her work. Most of the basement is full of her work stuff too. You see, Crystal does things to people, because they pay her to do them. Some times people like to have unusual things done to them, and that's what Crystal does." Mommy finished speaking and looked at Crystal. "You see baby, I am what is called a dominatrix, and people like to be spanked and have all kinds of things done to them, and that is what I do. Do you understand what Mommy and I are trying to explain?" I nodded in partial understanding. "Ok; that's cool." I replied simply. They both seemed rather onward, and I couldn't figure out why. I was wholly unconcerned about the matter; I was just curious.
After dinner, we watched television for the rest of the evening. Mommy then bathed me and diapered me for the night. At first it felt glorious in my own room, and in my very own bed too. However, I began to feel some what afraid in this new and strange place, and I very badly wanted my mommy. I climbed out of bed, and went into their room. "Are you ok baby?" Mommy asked. "I'm scared by myself in there; can I sleep with you?" I replied. Crystal laughed and suggested that I be placed between them. I spent the rest of that night in utter contentment between the slumbering forms of Mommy and Crystal.
It was raining that Tuesday morning as Wendy Moffet joined her staff in the conference room. She was highly concerned about the nature of this particular conference, because the proposal which had occasioned it was a decidedly controversial one to say the least. Wendy had received a fax during the previous week from state supreme court justice Virginia Lord, and its contents had at first shocked Wendy to the point of speechlessness. If Wendy and her staff agreed to the proposal, the center would begin receiving annual state funding, not to mention public recognition and legal indorsement. Theretofore, the institute had been operated on a customer demand basis, with the exception of a random juvenile who had been remanded over to Wendy's custody ostensively for rehabilitational purposes. Dr. Moffet had never acquiesced to the implementing of her patented regression process upon an unwilling subject, because such a thing went contrary to her deep seated belief in free will. Every one had the right to determine the manner in which they chose to live, and the issue of blatant make on any level, and under any circumstances, was something which truly bothered Wendy. Also of great concern to Wendy was the issue of possible over expansion. The center had just received a huge bequeath of funds and property, and there was the distinct possibility that the center might very well over reach its capacity for growth. Wendy was afraid that too much growth too quickly would have highly detrimental consequences where her beloved center was concerned. However, she and her staff had agreed to at least allow Judge Lord to offer her proposal and defend it by sighting its merits as a mutually beneficial project for both the state judicial system and the center its self. Wendy turned at the sound of an excited voice calling to her from down the hall. The voice belonged to Shelley, who was approaching rapidly. "What do you think of this proposal? I mean, if we get state money, not to mention legal indorsement, we can become a nationally recognized institution in no time. Just think of it; after ten years, we no longer have to worry about possible legal consequences. So long as the courts have an open mind where we are concerned, infantilism as a lifestyle, not to mention a therapeutic option isn't under suspicion any more." Shelley's enthusiasm was mildly contagious, and Wendy was willing to concede that she was making some good points. "Lets us go in and here what the judge has to say." Wendy replied reservedly. "There are some good points, and there are some questionable ones as well. I don't feel completely comfortable with this idea, but I'm willing to listen to judge Lord, and we can put her proposal to a vote after we've heard what she has to say." Wendy and Shelley entered the conference room and sat down; since every one was already present, the meeting commenced with out delay.
Chris opened the meeting by introducing a few items of business which were quickly attended to, before presenting Judge lord to the rest of the assembly. "The judge has a very weighty proposal which warrants a lot of serious consideration and ultimately a vote. I won't attempt to give you an outline of her proposal; rather, I'll just turn things over to judge Lord at this point." Judge Lord arose and slowly walked to the front of the room, turned and addressed the group.
"I'm sure you all follow the news on a pretty regular basis. Consequently, you are aware of the sharp increase in juvenile related crime, which results from the significant proliferation of gangs in the state's major metropolitan areas. My biggest fear is that our beloved city of Madison will one day come to resemble Los Angeles California in the scope and magnitude of criminal activity, especially gang related criminal activity. We have taken our low crime rates for granted, because in our over self confidence, we have come to believe that we were a cut above the rest of the country because of the low cost of living, low crime rate and a host of other things that we have enjoyed in this state. However, with in the span of three years, all of our prisons have been filled to capacity, and there is a proposal before the state legislature at this very moment which strongly suggests the building of more prisons, and the major expansion of those which we already have. I will not stand here and try to miss lead you, because the increase in juvenile related crime is becoming an epidemic. We haven't the necessary resources with which to combat the increase in crime at present, and the development of such resources would have an astronomical price tag. Needless to say, we are getting desperate, and I don't mind frankly admitting this to you who are gathered here this morning. Things aren't far from getting out of hand where crime is concerned. The democratic and republican branches of the state legislature are dead locked where spending proposals are concerned. It seems as though both parties have their own agendas which have little to do with the reality of the crime situation. In other words, neither political party will give an inch, because each party wishes to have exclusive credit for solving our growing crime problems. As a consequence of the dead lock, nothing of a substantial nature is being done to hinder the rise of crime in our state. Please listen to me people. Four years ago, we had a total of five murders during the course of the entire year. We have had a grand total of five hundred and seventy murders during this past year. Our yearly murder rate has increased by five hundred and sixty five murders in the short span of three years. I don't know about you, but I am appalled by this. You have no idea how many kids come before me during the course of every day, and I know in my heart of hearts that most of them will either become murderers or victims of gang violence. Just four years ago, the worst case I was likely to see, was an occasional act of vandalism or something of that nature. If there were some viable alternative for these kids, perhaps things wouldn't be so bad. However, the old alternatives are no longer sufficient to keep the kids off the streets and away from gang influences. I don't expect your center to eradicate the crime rate by turning juveniles into babies, because such a solution would be highly simplistic and unethical. However, there are quite a few hard cases who are destined to wind up behind bars for life, or dead in the streets long before they reach adulthood. It is these individuals with whom I am concerned. After reading Dr. Moffet's book on infantilism, I was singularly impressed with the idea of her regression method and its undeniable results.
Ok, my proposal is simply this. We would like to refer juvenile offenders to your center for possible regression therapy or what ever you call it. Whether they stay or return to us, is strictly up to you. You get to pick and choose those whom you feel will benefit from infantile regression. We will allow you full liberty to select only those whom you see as being viable candidates for regression, and we will accept those whom you send back to us with out question. In other words, we are giving you state funding and full liberty at the same time. However, we would like to send one of our people to act as a liaison between this center and the state. Our representative will cooperate implicitly with the center, and you can count upon this person to assist you in any matter you may require. I want you people to discuss and consider my proposal, and I sincerely hope you decide to help us. If you wish me to, I will be happy to remain here and answer any questions which you may have. I'll tell you strait; we really need your help. Moreover, we are more than willing to accept your help on your own terms. To be completely honest with you, we really have a much bigger problem than we are able to handle, and we need all the help that we can get. I sincerely thank you for allowing me to come and speak to you, and I hope you'll give my proposal serious consideration. Thanks for listening, and now I'll turn things over to Chris." After she was done speaking, Virginia lord returned to her seat to await the outcome of the discussion which she knew would follow.
Chris resumed her place behind the podium, and officially put the proposal before the assembly. The discussion which followed lasted well into the afternoon. Issues such as free will verses coercion, costs of expansion and management techniques were among the many weighty problems addressed by the committee. Although state funding wasn't necessary under normal circumstances, compliance with Lord's proposal would entail a great deal of expense, and there would certainly be a plethora of legal matters to deal with. After repeated assurances from Judge Lord, the committee voted to accept her proposal, and yet another expansion of the center was decided upon.
Wendy felt an intense sense of relief and well being as she left the conference room. She was quite content in the knowledge that her professional and personal ethics weren't being compromised, and yet the center would be receiving a hefty annual stipendiary from the state government. Not only would the center be receiving government funds, but judge Lord had some how pulled a few political strings which resulted in the commandeering of a reform school which had been closed for ten years. The abandoned facility would need quite a lot of restoration, and this would be done entirely at state expense. Acquiring two completely separate facilities in the span of less than two days would require a tremendous amount of organization and effort on the part of every one concerned. Wendy fought hard to marshal her thoughts against the profusion of emotions which crowded in upon her as she walked slowly to her office. Never in her wildest dreams had she dared to even hope for the opportunity to employ her regression method on such a scale as this; the possibilities were staggering. All of her fondest dreams were coming true in an overwhelming succession of events which left Wendy dazed and some what giddy. She entered her office, sat down at her desk and thanked the mother Goddess for giving her such a competent staff to help her in the months to come.
Wendy's happy revery was interrupted by the smell of her dirty diaper. She stood quickly and grimaced as the well filled diaper sagged between her legs. She had been so caught up in the goings on, that she hadn't even realized when she had wet and soiled herself. The feel and smell of the poop which was spread over her bottom brought Wendy back down to earth with a rush. She walked across the hall and into the changing room, where she found Cindy and Mommy Chris. "Does some one need a diaper change?" Chris asked with a good natured sniff, and Wendy nodded in reply. "Cindy had too much chocolate milk at lunch, and her diaper leaked all over her skirt. She is gona have to walk around in just a diaper and shirt for the rest of the day, because she knows better than to drink so much." Chris explained. "I don't want the judge to see me in just my diapers." Cindy protested. Still objecting plaintively, Cindy climbed down from the changing table with her lower lip protruding in a very prominent pout. After helping Wendy off with her slacks, Chris lifted her onto the changing table. Chris unpinned Wendy's full diaper and wrinkled her nose. After wiping Wendy's bottom and checking for diaper rash, Chris raised Wendy's hips, slid a nice thick babykins cloth diaper into place, pulled it up between Wendy's legs and pinned it securely. After a fresh pair of rubber pants had been pulled up and tucked securely around the diaper, Wendy climbed down from the table with a contented sigh. "Well, it's time to get back down to business." Wendy said with a smile as she returned to her office.
Pam sighed with satisfaction as she appreciatively observed her work. She didn't care over much for computers, and now she was done. She looked closely at the entries and figures on her spread sheet. She just couldn't get over the size of the cost analysis and the acquisition form which she had been asked to provide. It had been a while since she had been expected to outfit such a large clinic; the little infirmary which Pam was in charge of paled in comparison to the new facility under proposal. The clinic would have 300 beds, and it would require a staff of no less than two hundred nurses and aids. Things had changed so rapidly during the past two days, that Pam was still reeling from the ordeal. Outfitting the facility at the old boarding school had been a relatively easy task, but providing the even larger facility with all that it would need, turned out to be quite a chore indeed. Pam was astonished by the shear cost of outfitting and maintaining this newer clinic. Her eyes widened in shear amazement as she once again perused the spread sheet on the screen before her. To begin with, the cost of keeping three hundred patients in diapers would be enormous. Cloth diapers and the resulting laundry would be a lot of expense and work, but relying upon disposable diapers in mass quantities would be out of the question. This bigger project could certainly succeed in Pam's opinion, but there would have to be a lot of paid workers. All of the equipment which would be needed for the employing of the regression process on so many patients at one time would also have a phenomenal price tag.
Pam was aroused from her musings by a tap on the door. She looked up to see a slightly frustrated Liz with a baby carriage in toe. "I'm sorry to interrupt you Pam, but we can't do much at all with the new baby. He is behaving in a highly disconsolate manner. He has been crying almost all day long. He won't eat. He won't play, and he won't even take a bottle half of the time. He kept Karen and Shelley up half the night, and I'm afraid he is making the other babies restless as well. I hate to complain Pam, but we are really having a problem with him. I hope you don't mind my bringing him over here, but I really didn't know what else to do." Pam stood as Liz finished speaking. She walked around the desk and bent over the stroller. The baby gave Pam a big smile of delight, and tried to hug her. Pam patted his cheek and crooned softly to him for a few moments before straitening and returning to her desk. "I'm sorry he has given you and Karen such a hard time. We really didn't know how he would do over in the dormitory. I'll bet the past two days have been pretty rough for you guys. Say Liz, would you mind doing me a big favor and take these forms over to Wendy? I'll stay here and get the little guy settled, and try to feed him." Pam kept up a steady chatter as she printed her work. Liz nodded willingly and accepted the folder which Pam handed her. "Karen has already changed his diaper for you, but he hasn't eaten much all day. He is behaving a lot like Kim did when she was first regressed, maybe he's bonded with you. I'll just carry this folder over to Wendy. If you need anything, just phone me. Ok?" Liz said. "Thanks so much sweety." Pam replied as Liz prepared to leave.
Pam stood for a moment listening to Liz's receding foot steps before turning back to the stroller. She had tried to put Baby Ray out of her mind during the last two days, but despite all of the feverish activity, she couldn't stop thinking about him. There had really been something about him. Pam had been strangely attracted to this little guy ever since the night of his arrival. moreover, she had detected something different about him not long after he had awakened from the regression process. For ten years, Pam had patiently waited for that special some one to come into her life. She often times felt as though perhaps she was looking for a significant other in the wrong place. Maybe she was meant to have a man, and not a regressed baby. However, Pam couldn't imagine herself with some one over whom she couldn't exercise full and undisputed control, unless it was a completely regressed baby. If her partner was not willing to accept her absolute authority, a relationship, so far as Pam was concerned, was out of the question. Pam had taken care of many completely submissive babies, but most of them already had mommies or daddies. On the other hand, most of those babies who hadn't any parents weren't submissive enough for Pam.
She bent over the stroller's occupant, whereupon he put his arms around her neck and babbled happily. After bestowing a maternal kiss on his forehead, Pam gently extricated herself from the baby's enthusiastic grasp and pushed the stroller into the main part of the infirmary. The baby's eyes followed Pam as she prepared something for him to eat. He clapped his hands gleefully as Pam approached him with his supper. He opened his mouth wide and devoured the proffered food greedily. Pam smiled with satisfaction as the last bite was consumed. "You ate your supper like such a good baby, so mommy has something special for you." Pam said brightly. She retrieved a large plastic container from one of the cupboards, opened it and took out several large cookies. Pam knew all too well what the results of eating the cookies would be, but the causing of unrestrained voiding served as a form of positive reinmakement for babies especially just after their regression process.
The women sat around the table in the cafeteria after dinner and discussed the up coming events well into the evening. Judge Virginia Lord found it impossible to avoid staring at the numerous diaper clad figures walking around unconcernedly as though their appearance was the most normal thing under the sun. She knew that she must resemble a fish out of water because of the way she kept gaping uncontrollably at those around her; she had never felt more out of place in her life. Noticing her discomfort, Wendy Moffet gave her an understanding smile and patted her hand. "I'll bet we are the oddest looking bunch you have ever seen, aren't we." Wendy said with a soft laugh. "It isn't difficult for me to put myself in your place. Are you sure this is what you won't your young truants to become? I've no doubt there will be those who welcome regression, and there will be those who will resist it for all they are worth. However, I would rather see them in diapers than see them behind bars or dead." Judge Lord wasn't sure as to just how to answer this strange woman sitting next to her. "Ultimately state employees will take over the running of the reform center. All we won't is your regression method and your initial supervision. After that point, as we agreed, you will act as a consultant. Like you Dr. Moffet, I would much rather see those young tough guys hanging out in diapers, sucking on bottles and staying the hell out of trouble." Virginia knew that she must have sounded harsh and cold to Dr. Moffet. She couldn't make Dr. Moffet understand the exact nature of her agenda; after all, Dr. Moffet wasn't a feminist, and therefore couldn't completely understand where she was coming from.
Wendy toyed with the handle of her coffee cup and winced slightly at her rapidly filling diaper. She sighed as Virginia's thoughts and impressions flitted across her own consciousness. She knew that her services would be utilized only to the extent that she was able to get the state supported regression clinic off the ground and functioning at full capacity. Wendy also knew that her position as a consultant with the state judicial system would last only long enough for others to learn and master her regression process. Being psychic gave one an advantage over others at times, but Wendy was strangely disconcerted as she looked into the cold face of the judge and experienced her thoughts and emotions. "It's time to have a talk with Pammy, if she is still awake." Wendy thought to herself. "We will do all in our power to establish your regression clinic, and we will also serve as consultants in so far as you need us Judge Lord." Wendy said resignedly. After another half hour of talking, Wendy excused herself, and stood up to leave. "Say, Dr. Moffet, I mean Wendy, I think you have a problem. I mean, you need to check your pants; I think you might have had an accident." Virginia was mildly disgusted at the sight of a well educated and cultured woman who pissed herself like a baby, and her feelings were but thinly veiled. Wendy touched the seat of her slacks and laughed. "I am long over due for a diaper change." She said lightly. "Do you do that on purpose?" Virginia couldn't help asking. "As a matter of fact, I do not." Wendy replied with a laugh. "I have been with out bowel and bladder control for more than ten years now." She continued. "Oh yes the regression thing, I'd forgotten. So have you been regressed, and are you an adult baby too then?" Virginia couldn't help but notice how ridiculous her question sounded even to herself. After all, Dr. Moffet had been waddling around all day long with a thickly padded bottom, and she would disappear from time to time obviously to have her diaper changed. These people were so weird, and those macho tough guys would soon be running around and acting like these diaper dependant clowns. This thought caused Virginia to smile involuntarily. "To answer your question, yes I have gone through the regression process. In fact, I was the first to experience the process, so I can tell you first hand that its effects are permanent." Wendy replied. She then wished the judge a good night, and politely excused herself.
The lights in the infirmary had been dimmed, and Wendy sighed and turned to leave, thinking that Pam had gone to bed. However, she was arrested with her hand on the door knob by Pam's voice. "How did everything go today? I was distracted by a certain baby boy, just as I was finishing my report. I've had my hands full since then." Pam said with a smile. "Liz told me about Baby Ray. So they had to send him back did they? Well, I am not surprised in the least. I sort of had a feeling this would happen." Wendy replied laughing. Wendy walked further into the room and looked down at the sleeping form on the bed. She smiled gently at the innocent up turned countenance and turned to face her friend. "I think this is my baby." Pam said simply. "You've waited for a long time haven't you." Wendy replied. Pam nodded in ascent and spoke softly. "You know, when I was giving him his bath tonight, I got so excited, and I think you know what kind of excitement I mean. But, he is off limits in that way, if you know what I mean." "Yes I do know what you mean." Wendy replied. Pam started suddenly at the sight of Wendy's sodden slacks. "I know a certain doctor who is in need of a diaper change." Pam said. She lead Wendy into the bed room, where she laid her on the bed, removed her pants and inspected the soaking diaper. Pam then took off Wendy's rubber pants and unpinned her diaper. Wendy took pam's hand as she was preparing to clean her nether regions, and began moving it up and down along the opening of her hairless mound. Wendy arched her hips, and her lips parted in a soft moan of excitement and expectation. Pam's face relaxed into a large smile of both gratitude and relief. She would have her needs met to night. Pam bent and kissed Wendy's mound; she then crawled onto the bed and infolded the half naked woman in her arms. They kissed tenderly and fondled one another gently. Pam rolled over and retrieved an object from a drawer in the night stand. Wendy took it from her, secured the straps around her own legs and fitted the cylindrical object into place. She then rose and placed herself between Pam's widely spread thighs. Wendy slowly brought Pam to the height of ecstacy before allowing her to climax. It was impossible for Pam to prevent the cries of intense pleasure from escaping her. After she was finally able to relax, Pam removed the object from Wendy's crotch and inspected the wet bedding. Wendy had wet rather copiously during their love making, so the bedding would need to be changed, and Wendy would need to be pinned into a diaper for the night. Before diapering Wendy, Pam lovingly brought her friend to a slow and exquisite climax by fingering and licking Wendy's clitoris. The two women then fell blissfully asleep in each other's arms.
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