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Billy and I got to know each other well via the Adult Babies Section of HSX on CompuServe. Eventually our relationship expanded to include occasional telephone conversations as well as frequent, lengthy sessions on CO Channel 11. We both expressed a desire to meet each other in person someday. The opportunity presented itself when Billy had a reason to make a trip to the East Coast for a family function. We arranged that he would begin his visit east by spending the weekend with me.
During our discussions, Billy got to understand my fantasies and desires quite well, and was nice enough to offer to see that some of them got fulfilled during our visit. He promised to take care of me for the whole weekend, and to make sure that I got treated just the way I wanted. We eventually worked out a fantasy scenario whereby Billy was being sent as my guardian for the weekend in order to help "improve my behavior". Several weeks before the visit, Billy sent me the following note on EasyPlex:
Dear Baby Bobby,
I have been made aware of your lack of respect of adults. I have been asked to do what I can to help you "get this out of your system". What I outline below should be simple enough for you to understand and follow. Be aware that I have been given permission to punish you in any manner I see fit if you fail to follow these "guidelines". I am responsible for you the entire weekend. We are only doing this for your own good. We love you and know that you are capable of everything outlined below. Let me know right away if you have any questions about this list.
For Bobby to remember:
1. I am to make no decisions without first
checking with Billy.
2. Billy is to be treated with the greatest respect.
3. I will never make fun of the fact that Billy has to wear diapers.
4. I can asked to be changed but I cannot demand it.
5. I will accept the answer NO.
6. I will eat only what Billy permits me to.
7. I will not use a glass or fork or spoon unless told that I can.
8. I will not change myself.
9. If I am told to stay somewhere, I will not leave there without permission.
10. I will only play with the toys I'm allowed to.
11. I will not use the toilet without permission.
12. I will not get out of bed till my diapers are wet.
13. I will limit my vocabulary to only simple words unless given permission.
14. I will not ignore my guest, even if that means being unsociable.
Your loving and concerned guardian, Billy
With an admonition to make sure I knew and understood these rules and warnings of dire punishments should I disobey, I anxiously awaited Billy's arrival.
Following is an hour-by-hour transcript of what happened during that weekend visit.
FRIDAY, May 15, 1987
7:00 PM I met Billy's plane at the airport (only 2 1/2 hours late). Even though we had never met each other before, we didn't have too much trouble recognizing each other (especially since Billy was carrying a diaper bag!). During the ride home, we mostly related to each other as adults. We had previously agreed that we probably wanted some time to do that before we really started the fantasy. (In fact, we spent much of the weekend moving back and forth between our fantasy roles and our real personalities.) But Billy had previously warned me that I was going to be responsible for at least "being aware" of my rules starting from the time we met!
8:00 PM Getting to my apartment, I helped Billy unpack and get settled, and then proceeded to show him my collection of baby toys, bondage toys, magazines, etc. We agreed that before we really got started with our games, we would go out and eat a "real" meal, which we proceeded to do at a local Chinese restaurant.
10:00 PM Immediately upon arriving home, Billy took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. He proceeded to take off my adult clothes and underwear in a very babyish way. Taking two of my Edley diapers and a pair of Lang plastic pants, he diapered me. Except for a period on Saturday morning which I'll get to later, I was to remain diapered for the entire rest of the weekend. This was the first time (at least since infancy) that I had been diapered by someone else, and it was a really exciting experience. Billy did a beautiful job of it, making sure that I was well powdered to keep me from getting a rash, and pinning the diaper tightly around my waist. He put on my rubber pants and made sure that the diaper was well covered to prevent any leakage.
10:15 PM It was time for the weekly CIS Baby Conference, so Billy asked me to show him how to use my computer to log on. It was a pretty light night on CO, but the few babies there all seemed happy to see that the two of us had finally gotten to meet in person, and were interested in hearing about our experiences. We couldn't tell them much yet, since we had really just gotten started. Eventually, Billy sensed that I was getting restless and needed his undivided attention, so he said good night to the other babies and signed off.
11:30 PM It was time for Billy to get me ready for bed. I was wet already, but not very much so, so Billy didn't change my diapers. He dressed me in my "onesie" one piece baby suit. Then he told me that I had been a bad boy in the Chinese restaurant and had broken some of the rules, particularly the one about eating without permission, and using a glass or a fork. I would have to be punished for that. Billy found a pair of leather locking restraint mittens in my collection and proceeded to lace and lock my hands tightly in them. Then he put a pair of leg-cuffs around my ankles, and as a final touch, attached short chains to the wrists of each of my mittens, laid me down on my back, and chained my wrists "spread eagle" to the legs of my bed. I certainly wasn't going to be able to sneak out of bed that night! Having asked if I was thirsty, Billy filled my quart- sized baby bottle with water, and fed me as much as I wanted. I couldn't even hold the bottle, so Billy had to hold it to my lips. It felt so helpless and babyish!. After reminding me that I was being punished for my own good, Billy turned out the lights and left me, presumably for the night.
SATURDAY, May 16, 1987
12:00 Mid Billy got himself ready for bed (yes, he was diapered also, although I wasn't supposed to comment about that), and proceeded to lay down on the sofa bed in the living room. For a while, we talked to each other. After a while, Billy got quiet, and it sounded to me like he had fallen asleep. I just lay there helpless in my restraints, and tried to do likewise, but to no avail. I wasn't really uncomfortable, but the combination of the excitement, the inability to change positions, and, of course, the fact that I knew that I had to get some sleep and get up fairly early the next morning, all served to keep me wide awake. But there wasn't much I could do about it other than lay there, and try to fall asleep.
2:00 AM Well, my situation hadn't changed much. I was still trying vainly to fall asleep, and I knew from the tolling of my chiming clock that it was getting later and later. I tried calling out to Billy, but he was fast asleep and didn't even stir. So I continued to lay awake and worry how I was going to manage to function the next morning without any sleep.
3:00 AM Finally, I heard a noise that sounded like someone in the kitchen. "Billy, is that you?" I called. Billy came in to see how I was doing. I pleaded with him to release some of my restraints and let me try to fall asleep. I was also soaking wet by this time, and desperately needed my diapers changed. Billy changed me (albeit with some difficulty; he was very sleepy), and then decided that perhaps I had learned my lesson enough that he could relax some of my punishment. He detached the chains attaching my wrists to the bed, but left the mittens and leg cuffs on. I was very grateful to Billy for releasing me. I finally (though not easily) dozed off.
8:00 AM The alarm sounded and it was time to get up. As much as I tried to clear the whole weekend of "grown-up" commitments, there was one unavoidable one this Saturday morning. I had been invited to attend the Bar Mitzvah ceremony and reception of a friend from my Synagogue. I had let Billy know about this several months before, and he accepted it. He was quite happy to accompany me to the synagogue service, and, although I wasn't going to specifically ask, I expected that when the host of the Bar Mitzvah saw that I had a guest with me, he would invite him to the party as well. So Billy agreed that I would be allowed to assume my "adult" identity and clothing for these few hours. But he warned me that the rules were still in make, and that I'd better obey them. Trying to ask permission of Billy to eat or use the toilet while out in public would certainly be an interesting problem! Also, Billy had made me very aware that if he WASN'T invited to the party, and I went without him, I would be violating the 14th and final rule, and would be punished for it. So even though we were, on the surface, just two friends dressed in nice grown-up suits going to a Bar Mitzvah, there was enough going on "under the surface" to keep things interesting!
9:00 AM Billy got me out of my wet diapers and cleaned me up, but then he let me dress myself in my grown-up clothing. While I was washing and shaving, Billy was puttering in the kitchen, preparing something for me. He would only tell me that it was a "special" tea. He didn't tell me what was special about it. He gave me a cup of it to drink. Eventually, I found out that it was supposed to be a "natural diuretic". I really didn't notice any special effect, though. I wet a lot anyway, and I don't think that it increased my wetting any. Curiously enough, even though I was supposed to be the baby and Billy the grownup, I had to tie HIS tie for him, as we dressed to leave for the synagogue.
10:00 AM Things went normally at the service. As I had hoped, Billy was invited to accompany me to the party. I was trying very hard to be a good boy and not break any rules, and found ways to inconspicuously obtain permission from Billy for eating and such. Billy was nice enough not to embarrass me in front of all my friends. I think we both enjoyed ourselves, but were anxious to get going so we could resume our games.
3:00 PM Coming home from the Bar Mitzvah, we stopped in the drug store to pick up some needed supplies. I didn't have any Baby Wipes, so Billy bought a box. He also found a really nice pacifier. I could see that he really wanted one for himself too, but he maintained his role and bought one for me. We got back home, and as soon as I was in the door, Billy took off my grown-up clothing and got me back into double-thick diapers and plastic pants.
4:00 PM It was a gorgeous day, and Billy wanted to go back outside to enjoy the sunshine. But how was Bobby going to be dressed? I showed Billy the two items of "real" clothing that I owned that were large enough to fit over double diapers. One was a pair of elastic waist stretch pants, which looked fairly normal. The other were a pair of blue denim overalls. Billy found one of my sport shirts that looked fairly childish, and dressed me in that plus the overalls. We both thought I really looked cute, and Billy took some snapshots. But I told him I was really worried about walking around my own neighborhood dressed in such a childish way. Billy decided to be nice and let me wear my stretch pants instead. That didn't look nearly as childish, although close examination of my bulging crotch would certainly reveal the diapers.
5:00 PM We went out for our walk around the neighborhood. The weather was still beautiful. I did briefly encounter one person I knew, but I don't think he noticed anything strange. Of course, I'm not sure of that! After a while we got tired of walking and just sat down on a park bench and enjoyed the sun for a while. I was getting very tired (remember, I had very little sleep the night before!). Billy decided that it was time to get me home to take a nap.
6:30 PM Billy undressed me, left on my diapers (which were a bit wet already), and put me down for my nap. He put my new pacifier in my mouth. It really felt so babyish and good. Billy took some more pictures. Even though I was very tired, I still found it hard to get to sleep, so I asked Billy to read me a story. He rummaged through my collection of adult baby magazines and found some stories to read to me. He must have picked a particularly boring one, because it did help put me to sleep.
8:30 PM I awoke from my nap to the sounds of Billy puttering in the kitchen again. I knew it was going to be feeding time for Baby Bobby soon. I asked Billy's permission to get up from my nap, and wandered into the living room. Pretty soon, Billy improvised a high-chair out of a step-stool and snack table, put a cute baby bib on me, and sat me down for dinner. He had prepared some Heinz freeze-dried baby food vegetables. Both of them looked like yellow mush. He didn't even tell me what they were supposed to be. He just began spooning the stuff into my mouth. One of them was fairly tasteless. The other was worse - it really tasted awful. But Billy kept spooning the stuff in. I almost gagged a few times. Eventually Billy decided I had endured enough of that, and got out some baby apple sauce that really tasted pretty good. As he fed me the apple sauce, making sure that some of it dribbled on my chin and elsewhere, I really began enjoying the feeding. I could really imagine myself a little baby being fed. Billy got some more pictures of me in my diapers and bib with apple sauce all over my chin.
9:30 PM Billy told me that he had to put me down for bed and then he would go down to get some food for himself. He told me that although I was a very good boy all day and followed all the rules, the people who sent him to be my guardian had told him that I had to be punished to be taught a lesson and learn to be a good, obedient boy all the time. So saying, he took out my canvas/leather sleep-sack. This "toy" needs some explanation. It is a form fitting canvas sack which was made to order to my measurements. It encloses the entire body from the neck down to the bottoms of the feet. It is designed so that it can be used either "solo" or with someone else. When used solo, it gives a tight, confining feeling, but of course, can be gotten out of. However, if one is put in it by someone else, the arms can be confined in internal canvas sleeves, and then the bag is even tighter, and totally inescapable. In addition, it has D-Rings down the sides through which straps may be inserted and buckled to make the whole thing even tighter. I had to explain how the whole thing worked to Billy, and then he placed me inside and zipped and strapped the whole thing tight. I had never experienced such a confining feeling. It wasn't at all uncomfortable (at least at first), and I was enjoying myself in there. He asked me if I was thirsty, and when I said yes, he filled my big bottle with some water mixed with his "special" tea, and fed some to me.
11:00 PM Then Billy did something that I really never expected him to do. He left me alone, and went outside to get himself some supper. This was an incredibly powerful and somewhat scary experience for me. I trusted Billy enough to know he wouldn't leave me this way for very long, but, still, there was the slight fear of what would happen if something happened to Billy and he didn't come back. I was really 100% helpless. I didn't think I could even maneuver the bag off the bed without injuring myself in the fall to the floor. Well, I had no choice but to lay there and contemplate my situation, and get more scared. About 45 minutes after Billy had left, I finally heard the key in the door, and with great relief, saw Billy come back into my room.
11:45 PM Billy checked to see how I was. I told him I was OK, but a bit scared. He comforted me for a while, and sat and talked with me. He fed me some more water from my bottle. I told Billy that I really didn't think I would be able to fall asleep at all in the sleep-sack. Billy suggested that it was all a matter of training. In fact, he suggested that if was to be put in the sleep-sack to sleep every night for a while, I would reach the point where I wouldn't be able to fall asleep WITHOUT the sack. Wouldn't that be an interesting case for a sleep-disorders clinic!. Billy took out some more adult baby magazines and began to read to me in an attempt to help me fall asleep. Surprisingly enough, I did doze of several times, but never for very long. I was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable in a few spots, particularly in one of my shoulders, but nothing that I couldn't tolerate. One of the times that I dozed off, Billy must have quietly turned off the light and left the room, because when I awoke, it was dark and I was alone.
SUNDAY, May 17, 1987
2:30 AM I was vaguely aware of the passing of time as I dozed and woke, due to the presence of a striking clock in the living room. (Billy later said that he was tempted to stop that clock, but decided not to). This time when I woke, I was getting very achy in a lot of places, and really wanted out of my confinement. I probably could have stuck out the whole night, but I was short of sleep already, and didn't want to be going around like a zombie the next day, not being able to really enjoy myself. So I called out to Billy, hoping that he would hear me. Luckily, he responded and came in. I asked him very nicely if he would release me, and he decided that since I had been such a good boy all day, he could be a bit lenient with me. He did ask me if I had learned my lesson, and I assured him that I had. So, Billy let me out of the sleep-sack. He checked my diapers, which were damp, but not soaking, and decided he didn't need to change me. He and I both fell quickly back to sleep.
9:30 AM Not being restrained and not needing to get up for anything that morning, I slept well, and awoke refreshed. I needed to pee, so I wet my already wet diapers, and called for Billy to come in and change me. He did. Then he decided he wanted to go downstairs and get the Sunday paper. He asked me if I would be a good boy and stay in my bed until he got back. I answered, "Maybe". Billy replied, "Well, maybe isn't good enough, Bobby", and proceeded to put me in handcuffs, and leg-cuffs attached to the foot of the bed. This time, I wasn't nearly as scared as I had been the night before when Billy went down, and besides, he returned much faster.
10:00 AM It was another beautiful day, and Billy wanted to get out and enjoy it again, but before we could, there was one chore that had to get done. All the wetting and changing had just about filled my diaper pail, so laundry had to be taken care of. Fortunately, I have my own washer and dryer, so that wasn't much of a problem. Billy detached my leg-cuffs from the bed, and removed my handcuffs, but left the leg cuffs on, and in addition added a locking collar. It didn't restrict me from doing the laundry, but the leg cuffs, combined with the thick diapers did make me waddle in a cute way.
11:00 AM While the laundry was being done, I warned Billy that pretty soon I was going to have to mess. Billy wasn't going to let me use the potty, but to preserve my nice cloth diapers, Billy changed me into a large Curity adult disposable. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later I was messy and wet. But Billy was busy reading the paper, and ignored me for about 20 minutes. Finally, I think the smell got to him, and he decided he had to clean me up and change me. He put me back into double cloth diapers again. He also decided he wanted me to be a bit more quiet, so on went a muzzle- gag, with buckling straps all around my head. Eventually, I started to whine somewhat forlornly through the gag, and Billy was nice and removed it. I had played with gags quite a bit before, but I never realized how much more frustrating they can be when there's someone else there that you want to talk to and you can't!
1:00 PM The laundry was finally done, and Billy decided that we were going to the zoo. This time, Billy didn't ask me, but just proceeded to dress me in my childish shirt and denim overalls over my double thick diapers. I think I really looked like an overgrown 2-year-old, and I'm sure the diapers were quite obvious if anyone really looked. But at least this time, we weren't going to be spending much time around my neighborhood, so I wasn't as worried about being seen like this. Billy decided that since neither of us had eaten yet, and since I was being a good boy, he would let me eat some grownup food, so we both went out for pizza, and then proceeded by subway to the Bronx Zoo.
3:30 PM We finally got to the zoo, after some delays on the subway. I felt just like a little kid standing at the front window of the subway car. And then on the way from the subway station to the zoo, Billy took my hand whenever we had to cross the street. I was really enjoying the experience of feeling like a little boy.
4:00 PM The zoo was very crowded, but fortunately we didn't run into anyone I knew. Billy occasionally offered to rent a stroller for me if I was tired, but I don't think they had any in my size. I really would have enjoyed it, though, if it had been possible. I had had several large sodas during the day, and was wetting myself quite a bit, really getting the hang of doing it like a baby, that is, just relaxing and letting it go in little spurts, rather than holding it in and flooding eventually. The double Edley diapers and Lang pants did a good job of avoiding leakage.
5:30 PM On the subway ride home, I was very tired, and a bit sad, because I knew our weekend was soon coming to an end. When we got up to get off the train, Billy checked my behind to see if I had leaked. Fortunately, I hadn't.
7:00 PM The weekend was really winding down. Billy had to start packing, and we had to start cleaning up the mess that we had made all weekend in my apartment. Billy wanted some more pictures of me so he changed me again into dry diapers, and dressed me in my ABC Designs Bib-type romper suit, and proceeded to photograph me. We talked a bit about how the weekend had gone. Then Billy asked me for a big hug, which I gladly gave him. Then he took his bags and left, leaving behind a very babyish, very sad, but very pleased Baby Bobby.
We did get another chance to get together for a few hours one evening later that week. Billy was waiting for me in my lobby when I got home from work, and no sooner did we get into my apartment than he took my suit and underwear off, and dressed me in double diapers again. But this time, Billy seemed so interested in playing with my restraints, that I soon decided to show him how they felt. So I let him experience handcuffs, the muzzle gag, a blindfold and a locking leather hood. I think Billy may have discovered a whole new interest.
Then he asked me if I could take some pictures of him as a baby, so I got to practice on him all the lessons in how to take care of a baby that he demonstrated on me all weekend. I gently took off all his adult clothes, standing him up and sitting him down as needed. He was already in diapers (he had diapered himself almost immediately after diapering me), but I pulled on a pair of plastic pants. I had stopped on the way home from work to pick up another one of the nice pacifiers that Billy had gotten for me, as a present for Billy, since I knew he liked it a lot. So, I took it out and placed it in his mouth. I posed him for various pictures. Billy was a very submissive and somewhat sad-faced baby. I dressed him in my baby bonnet and bib-romper. He looked really cute, and was really playing the role of a total baby much more intensely than I did over the weekend.
I improvised a high-chair the same way Billy did for me, put a bib on him, and proceeded to feed him some of the baby apple sauce. He really liked that. I got some more pictures. Then the alarm that we had set went off, indicating that I had to leave to get to a meeting, and Billy was supposed to leave to get back to his sister's house where he was staying. I suggested that if Billy wanted, he could wait around for a few hours until I got back from my meeting and then stay the night. I even suggested that I could make sure that he stayed put until I got back. I was looking for some sign to indicate if that was what Billy really wanted, but he was very undecided, and obviously couldn't really make up his mind. I suppose what I should have done was just told him he was staying, put a locking cuff around and ankle and chained it to the bed. If Billy had really wanted to go, he then would have really complained, and I would have let him go. But I guess I wasn't experienced enough at these things, so when he didn't indicate that he would agree to stay, I helped him get dressed in adult clothes (the diapers stayed on; Billy later told me they leaked in the subway), dressed myself, and both went down to our respective appointments.
I was glad to get this opportunity to give Billy just a little of what he gave me over the weekend, and to finally get to meet Baby Billy. I'm somewhat sorry that I wasn't a bit more makeful and didn't keep Billy around. I have a feeling he wouldn't have complained, even though he later told me that he really did want to have some time with his brother-in-law that night.
The whole time was a tremendous experience, and taught me a lot about myself. Unfortunately, it may have spoiled me for solitary baby games, since I learned that, as I had expected, playing them with someone else is so much more fun. Too bad Billy lives 3000 miles away. I hope I can eventually find a baby playmate locally who is as much fun as Billy was. And I hope I do get to play baby games with Billy again some time. I think there's quite a bit left about both of us to explore.
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