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Story By Little Sunshine, Canada
Jenny Acts Like a Baby – The Jenny Series
As Jenny recovered from her cold, Jonathan noticed that she began having fewer accidents. Except for the time that she fainted at work, she was perfectly dry during the day. And her bedwetting seemed to occur less frequently once she was feeling better. Jonathan stopped insisting on diapers every night. He found that he could usually predict the nights that she would wet. If she had had a stressful day or if she had a lot of fluids before bed he would insist that Jenny put on a Goodnite. The rest of the time, she woke up clean and dry. Jonathan couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit disappointed that his girlfriend no longer had as many accidents. She was so adorable when she wet her jammies. But he supposed that it was only natural that now that she was healthier she would have more control. He sighed inwardly, and resigned himself to the situation. He couldn’t have predicted how much things were about to change.
One Friday night, Jonathan and Jenny went out for coffee. They were sitting cosily at a corner table in their local coffee shop, when Jonathan recognised a colleague from the law firm where he worked. It was Gary, a man in his late thirties. In his arms, Gary held his young daughter, Annabel. Gary and Jonathan exchanged greetings, and Jonathan introduced Jenny. Gary was pleased to meet the lovely young lady that he had heard so much about. Jenny shook his hand shyly and glanced at the toddler Gary held.
“How old is your daughter?” she asked politely.
“She’s a big girl – she’s three and a half now, aren’t you Annabel? Annabel nodded her head, her dark curls bouncing adorably.
To Jenny’s surprise, Jonathan seemed to already know the little girl.
“There’s my princess!” Jonathan exclaimed in the voice that one uses with very young children. He reached out and took Annabel from Gary’s arms. “How’s my girl?” He tossed her lightly into the air, and Annabel squealed with delight.
Jenny couldn’t explain it, but seeing Jonathan interact with Annabel made her feel a bit upset. He seemed to be so jolly and loving with her. Jonathan never tossed her in the air like that. Of course, she wasn’t a toddler, she was 24 years old. And though she was a petite girl, she was naturally far too big to be tossed about like a baby. Still, she didn’t like it. Jenny felt a sharp twinge of jealousy.
Gary suggested that they all have coffee together. He went and purchased a coffee for himself and a cherry soda for Annabel. Jenny regretted her vanilla latte. It made her feel too old. She clasped her paper cup as she watched Annabel slurp her bright red drink. The silly girl was spilling half of it down her shirt. Gary noticed this and affectionately mopped her up as he talked to Jonathan.
Jonathan and Gary were quickly immersed in a discussion about their work. In spite of her strange jealousy, Jenny made an attempt to be nice to Annabel. She let Annabel show her her new doll, and together they brushed dolly’s hair with a plastic brush. Jenny couldn’t help but notice that Annabel was clearly wearing a diaper. She could see the light pink band of her pull-ups showing above her yellow cords. Jenny felt annoyed with Annabel when she noticed this. She couldn’t explain the feeling of regret and longing that swept over her. All she knew is that she resented the fact that she was expected to use the bathroom, while this little girl in front of her faced no such pressures. Just as she was having these thoughts, Gary turned to Annabel and spoke to her quietly. Jenny was sure he asked her if she needed to use the potty. Annabel shook her head adamantly.
Jenny watched her closely. She pretended to listen to the two men, but kept darting sharp glances at Annabel out of the corner of her eye. Annabel was a very active little girl, and she was constantly getting in and out of her chair, running around the coffee shop, and coming running back when called by Gary. After some time had passed, Jenny noticed that Annabel had returned to her chair and was sitting very still, absently brushing her doll’s hair. She had a distracted look on her young face. Then a look of satisfaction. A few minutes later it became very obvious what Annabel had done. She stood up and ran around the table, close to Jonathan. He reached out and pulled her close. “I think somebody needs her pants changed,” he said with a grin. He patted her gently on her backside. “You’re a very stinky girl, Miss Poopy Pants.” Annabel chortled at the silly nickname. She showed no shame about messing in front of them all. Jonathan picked her up and handed her over to Gary. Jenny was amazed at how casual they were about what Annabel had just done. It made her get angry all over again. If SHE, Jenny had done such a thing, it would be a huge deal she thought in frustration. But it was fine for Annabel. To Jenny’s mind, it almost seemed as if Annabel was showing off.
Jonathan and Gary spent a few more minutes chatting. Gary held Annabel on his knee, giving her no scolding at all for messing her pants. Finally, the conversation came to a close. Gary rose and said, “Well, folks, I better get this munchkin home and get her into some clean pull-ups.” He smiled fondly at his little daughter, patted her affectionately on the seat of her pants, said a warm goodbye to Jonathan and Jenny and then left the coffee shop.
Jonathan and Jenny were left sitting by themselves.
“Thanks for letting me catch up with Gary,” said Jonathan. “Sorry we always end up talking about work.”
“I didn’t mind,” said Jenny automatically. She sat in silence for a few seconds, and then looked up. “Don’t you think Annabell’s a little old to be in diapers?” she burst out. Jonathan was surprised.
“Not really,” he replied honestly. “She’s only three.”
“She’s three and a HALF,” said Jenny irritably. “She’s old enough to know better than that.”
Jonathan wasn’t sure why Jenny was reacting this way. “She’s just a baby, Jenny,” he said reasonably. “These days parents don’t like to push potty training. I’m sure she’ll be trained when she’s ready for it.”
“Well I think it’s ridiculous,” snapped Jenny crossly. “She knew exactly what she was doing. She went in her pull-ups on purpose.” Jenny stared at the floor. She felt like a perfect fool getting so angry, but she couldn’t help her reaction. “She should have been punished.”
“I don’t think that would be very helpful, darling, but in any case, it doesn’t matter does it?”
“Fine. Defend her, I don’t care,” said Jenny, and turned away in frustration.
Jonathan put a hand on her knee and spoke to her gently. “I think we better get you home to bed. You seem a bit cranky.”
Jonathan had no idea why Jenny was suddenly so sulky. He decided to let her watch some television and then make sure she got to bed early. He assumed she was tired from her long week. Meanwhile, Jenny’s mind was whirling. Her stomach was aching with mixed-up feelings and bitter jealousy. SHE wanted to be little. SHE wanted to be treated with teasing indulgence. Jenny suddenly made up her mind. She was going to become different. She was 24 years old and she hated it. Fine. If Jonathan liked toddlers so much, then that was exactly what he was going to get. She began forming a plan…
When they got home, Jenny went to the fridge. She grabbed a coke at first, but then changed her mind. Teenagers and adults drank coke. Babies drank only milk or juice. She put the coke back and pulled out the large bottle of apple juice. Jenny got a glass, and poured her juice. Then she paused. Babies didn’t pour very well. They were messy. She gritted her teeth and prepared herself for her first babyish act. She hesitated only for a moment. Then she thought of what had happened at the coffee shop, and her mind was made up. She deliberately began pouring more and more juice until the glass overflowed. Juice ran along the counter and then began drizzling nosily onto the floor. Jonathan came into the kitchen to see what was going on.
“Oh Jenny,” he said in surprise. She rarely spilled things – she was a very graceful girl. She looked up at him, without much expression.
“You had a little spill. That’s okay. Don’t move Sweetheart.” He reached across the puddle and picked her up, lifting her effortlessly over the juice, which was now flowing across the kitchen floor, so that she wouldn’t get her socks wet. He then set to work cleaning up the floor. He wiped off her glass and handed it to her. She took it wordlessly and went into the living room. Jonathan didn’t mind the spill, but felt somehow that it was uncharacteristic of Jenny not to apologise for it or offer to help clean up.
In the living room, Jenny was snuggled on the couch, drinking her juice. Jonathan joined her and they watched television for a while. Halfway through the show, Jonathan looked at Jenny and was shocked to see her sucking her thumb! She had never done that before. He smiled without meaning to. She looked so precious like that. He didn’t want to comment on it, for fear that she would stop. Jenny was staring straight ahead at the TV, as though she were unaware of Jonathan’s intense gaze. In reality, she knew full well that he was looking at her with curiosity. Well, she was a baby now, and babies didn’t feel embarrassed. They just did what they felt like. And she liked the comforting feeling of the thumb in her mouth. Jonathan chose not to comment, but pulled her closer to him with a big smile.
Later, it was Jenny’s bedtime. Jenny requested more juice before bed. Jonathan poured it for her to avoid another spill. He then suggested a trip to the potty before bed. Jenny obediently went into the bathroom. What Jonathan didn’t know is that she didn’t relieve herself in there. Her bladder was already quite full, but she didn’t want to go pee in the toilet. Babies didn’t have to. Why should she? Instead of emptying her bladder, which was her normal pre-bedtime ritual, she drank a glass of water. She then flushed the toilet (which needed no flushing) and ran into the bedroom where Jonathan was waiting for her. She changed into a pair of light green, flannel jammies. Putting on the jammie pants was strangely exciting, because she knew full well what she was going to do in them.
Jonathan considered suggesting Goodnites, but decided that it should be alright since she had just gone potty. He kissed her on the forehead and they settled down for the night.
In only a couple of hours, Jonathan awoke. Instantly he realised that Jenny must have had an accident. He was surprised – it had been a long time since he had woken up to wet sheets. As he became more aware, he realised that the sheets were very soaked indeed – more so than usual. She was sleeping facing away from him. He sat up and gently pulled back the covers. He was shocked at how wet she was. Normally the bed was wet in a small circle approximately the size of a dinner plate. Her panties and pyjama pants often soaked up much of the accident. But this time puddle extended out in all directions and she was soggy from the middle of her shirt to her knees. This was no “little” accident. Jenny had never before peed the bed so thoroughly. He woke her up, and patiently changed her pants, cleaned her up and changed the sheets. Again, he noticed her strange calm. She seemed unconcerned at the mess she had made of the bed. When he asked her if she had gone potty before bed like he asked her to, she shrugged and said in a cheerful voice, “I don’t know.” Jonathan decided it was too late to press the issue. He planned to address it sometime the next day. They went back to bed.
Jenny lay awake for a long time, thrilled with her naughty action. This was fun. Peeing the bed had never felt so good. She loved the warm, rushing feeling in her pyjamas and the naughty feeling of the sheets beneath her becoming wet in a spreading circle. She tried to do it again, but found that she had no more left in her bladder. That was all that stopped her. She would have felt no remorse at making another mess in the clean jammies that Jonathan had dressed her in. “I really am becoming a baby,” she thought with pleasure. “I don’t even care how terribly I behave now.”
The next morning dawned bright and early. Jenny lay in bed feeling a warm glow in her tummy. It was Saturday and she had the whole day to be as bad as she could be. She wondered what Jonathan would do. She was sure he would begin to notice the new Jenny. Baby Jenny.
She fooled around during breakfast, humming to herself and “accidentally” dropping spoonfuls of cereal on the table and sometimes on the floor. Jonathan was remarkably patient with her, and simply wiped up the dropped food at the end of the meal. She requested milk (“white AND chocolate”!) and Jonathan indulged her. She then went quietly into the bathroom, and, as was her new habit, did not use the toilet. Instead she opened the medicine cabinet, and found a box of ex-lax. She knew what these did. Did she dare to take one? She thought again of what Annabel had done, and her decision was made. She took one small pink pill and swallowed it. She felt a tingle of anticipation.
She was uncooperative when she was supposed to get dressed. Jonathan found her in the bedroom, lying on the bed in only her purple panties and undershirt, reading a book.
“Jenny, I asked you to get dressed,” he said sternly. He reached into the closet and pulled out a pair of tan overalls and a purple t-shirt. Jenny grinned. He couldn’t have picked a better outfit. The overalls always made her feel years younger. She cooperated as he dressed her. Then he pulled her onto his lap.
“Now, little one, I need to get some paperwork done. I want you to be quiet, and if you let me work, I’ll take you somewhere fun when I’m finished. Is that fair?” Jenny nodded.
She ran into the living room, and lay on the soft grey carpet in front of the TV. Her heart was racing with the private thrill of what she was about to do. She was in no rush. She grabbed a magazine and began flipping the pages idly. She was lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. She began sucking her thumb, relishing the babyish feeling it brought her. Then the pressure in her bladder became noticeable. She waited. She felt an indescribable sense of excitement, combined with a strange sort of comfort. For a time, she read the magazine. Then her need became greater, and she found she couldn’t concentrate on the text. Finally, she relaxed and waited for the inevitable. She felt the first few drops of pee dampen her underpants. She squirmed a little bit, and then lifted up to check if she had soaked through the front of her pants. Nope. Not yet. She continued to stare at the magazine in front of her, but didn’t read a word. She concentrated on wetting herself. It wasn’t easy at first. A small trickle of warm fluid streamed into her panties. Then her bladder began emptying in earnest, and the whole front of her trousers became heavy, warm and wet. She felt some panic at her actions, even as she abandoned herself to the utter, primal delight of peeing her pants like a very little girl. A contented smile spread across her face as she allowed the last wetness to stream into her overalls.
Jenny’s sodden pants rapidly cooled, as did the carpet beneath her. However, if anything she became more excited. Jonathan was going to find her like this. He would know she had done it on purpose. There was no way to hide it. She relished the attention that he would give her when he realised that she had done such a shocking, naughty thing. Bedwetting was one thing. A daytime accident when ill was another. But there was no doubt that she had now crossed the line into a whole other realm. She looked down at the circle of urine spreading under her on the carpet and shivered with excitement. She sat up and leaned against the couch with her knees drawn up, still sitting in the puddle she had made. She propped the magazine on her knees and turned the pages with shaking hands. She didn’t have long to wait.
Jonathan sat at the table, finishing up the last of his weekend paperwork. He was impressed with how well Jenny had been behaving this morning. He hadn’t heard a peep out of her for the last hour. He resolved to take her to the zoo, or the park, or some other such outing that she would love. He stood, stretched, and went to tell her what a good girl she was.
He walked into the living room, and immediately smelled something sharp and musty. He looked at Jenny. She was sitting on the floor with her knees drawn up, sucking her thumb again. What he noticed next made Jonathan’s mouth drop open in utter shock. She had peed her pants. Her bottom was soaked and the stain showed plainly on the khaki material of her overalls. She was sitting in a dark, wet, circular stain on the carpet. Astonishment hit Jonathan like a physical blow. She had sat in the living room, made no attempt to even try to reach the bathroom, and then just let go in her pants like a toddler.
He crossed the room in two strides. Jenny looked up calmly.
“Jenny Lynn,” he said as though speaking to a 2-year-old. “What did you do? Hmm?” She shrugged and looked back at her magazine. She was acting like a young child who denies her actions even when the proof is all too obvious. He pulled the magazine out of her hands, crouched down in front of her and pushed her knees down so that she was sitting flat on the floor.
“What’s this?” He touched the soaked crotch of her overalls. “You peed in your pants. Jenny, I’m surprised at you.”
Jenny looked at him, but still showed no remorse.
“Why did you go in your pants, missy? Hmm? Why didn’t you go in the potty like a big girl?” He kept his face stern.
“Because, I not a big girl,” Jenny replied in a baby voice. “Me a baby. Goo goo.” She wriggled in her puddle and continued to suck her thumb. With her other hand, she twirled a strand of her silky blonde hair.
Jonathan couldn’t believe the transformation. His girlfriend was acting so babyishly and had behaved so outrageously that he felt at a loss for a moment.
Through she showed no outward sign of it, Jenny was ecstatic. This was exactly what she had hoped for and more. She had never been more excited in her life. She felt a heaviness and urgency in her tummy. It was different than when she had to pee. She knew that she was about to do the naughtiest thing that a potty-trained girl could do, and she was going to do it right in front of Jonathan. She concentrated on the physical sensation of loosening and fullness moving downwards. I am a baby, I am a baby, she thought, over and over.
Jonathan was staring at her, still in shock, when he heard a low, rumbling sound from Jenny. For a moment, he didn’t understand. The sound continued, and became more obvious. He felt that this must be some sort of dream. She wasn’t… She couldn’t possibly… Was Jenny sitting in front of him, deliberately filling her pants?
He smelled a strong, unmistakable odor, but still couldn’t believe that this was happening. He felt frozen, unable to move. There was no visible change in Jenny’s pants. He stared at the front of her overalls and saw nothing. But the smell was undeniable.
“Jenny,” he said in utter disbelief. “Did you just mess in your pants?”
Jenny shrugged her shoulders and continued to suck her thumb.
Jonathan stood up and pulled her up with him. When he turned her around, he saw that the seat of her light tan pants was stained dark brown. The crotch began to take on the same dark shade as the heavy mess spread to the front of her pants.
Jonathan was almost overcome. He had never been filled with so many different emotions in his life. He was shocked, amused, horrified and utterly aroused. He had never dreamed she was capable of this. He realised he must join the game.
“Jenny, what did you do?”
She shrugged again, and he shook his head. “Young lady, I expect you to answer me. What did you just do?”
Jenny gave a naughty smile. “I went pee pee in my pants,” she said shamelessly. “And I did poopy in my pants too. ‘Cause I’m a baby. Goo goo ga ga.” She sat on the couch and squirmed, enjoying the incredible sensation that this produced. She felt a babyish pride in her messy pants.
“Me a baby!” she stated again. She was acting just like a four or five year old who begins regressing to get attention. Jonathan had heard of older siblings wetting or soiling to get attention away from a new little baby brother or sister. Children decided that if being a baby brought attention, well then, they’d just be a baby again. It was more fun than being a big kid and getting ignored.
He thought back to how jealously Jenny had reacted to Annabel’s diapered state. Jonathan understood instantly what was going on. Jenny must have felt jealous of little Annabel. And decided to get the attention that a diapered child gets, whatever way she had to.
Jonathan decided that the best reaction would be to treat her just like the little child she was pretending to be.
“Jenny Lynn, I’ve never seen such a naughty girl. If you wanted attention, you could have just asked for it. Now you’ve made a big mess in your pants and we’ll have to spend the rest of the morning cleaning you up. But first I want you to say you’re sorry.”
Jenny crossed her arms and shook her head vigorously. “No!” she said in a babyish voice.
“Jenny…” said Jonathan warningly.
“Me sorry,” she said, not looking sorry at all.
“For what?” prompted Jonathan.
“Sorry I peed my pants. And sorry I pooped in my panties. Me a bad girl.” She tried to look sorry, but her mouth curved in an involuntary half-smile. Like most young children, she was a very poor liar.
Jonathan chuckled ruefully. “Okay bad girl, let’s get those poopy pants changed. If you’re not going to go to the potty like a big girl I’m going to have to put you in pampers.” He lifted her in his arms and led her towards the bathroom, and towards a new phase of their lives together.
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