Baby Again
Day One

My eighteenth birthday. I had graduated high school last week. My parents, unfortunately, could not be there, as they had been killed nine months earlier. I missed them, & wished they could see me as I walked across the stage. But instead, I had to be satisfied with the fact that my aunt was there. Since the accident I had lived in a garage apartment behind her house. I couldnÕt complain, hey, it was free. But now, at 18, my parentsÕ house was legally mine, along with the sizable trust fund they had left for me. What a birthday present!

I had my stuff moved within an hour of waking up. The first thing I did was go back to my old room, which I had been locked out of for the past nine months, & get into my closet. I pushed the winter clothes out of the way, & opened the door to the closet behind them. Finally, I could get to my special things again. I went all the way back in, & got the box labeled ÒclothesÓ, brought them out, & closed the doors. My heart was racing as I opened the box. Damn! Sure enough, nine months of neglect had taken their toll- the moths had eaten all through my soft, fluffy, cotton diapers. The pins were rusty, & so were the snaps on the rubber panties.

What could I do? I went down to the garage, opened the door & got in my car. I drove to the nearest medical supply, got out & entered the store. A pretty, young woman, about my age, greeted me immediately.

ÒGood morning, MaÕam! How can I help you today?Ó

ÒWellÓ, I said, ÒIÕm looking for some incontinence products.Ó

Boy, was I glad I was the only one there! I could feel my face flush red as I said this. She blinked twice, but, to her credit, she never lost her Òsales smileÓ. ÒIÕll be glad to help you with those,
maÕam. My nameÕs Sara.Ó

ÒUh, Jan Parker, nice to meet you, SaraÓ

ÒAnd you, Ms. Parker. What type of products were you looking for?Ó Well,I thought, here it was-the moment of truth. Do I use the tired old cliche about a sick relative, or do I tell her the truth? I didnÕt think about it for long, however, because Sara quickly whispered to me, ÒTell me the truth if theyÕre for you, otherwise we may not get the right products! ItÕs OK, I sell diapers to men & women all day long, & am well versed in how to make sure you get the right fit, absorbency, & style of product you need!Ó

After that line, there was no way in hell I could lie to her. ÒYes, Sara, they are for me. I have a, er, that is, sometimes I, wellÉÓ

ÒYou wet your pants, huh?Ó

ÒYeah, thatÕs it.Ó

ÒOn purpose, or by accident? Ò

She so floored me with the directness of her question, that I didnÕt even think about my answer:

ÒOn purpose.Ó All of a sudden, her tone changed. ÒCome with me, young lady.Ó I followed her like a puppy into the back of the store. She sat me in a chair, & said to wait. I heard her call the answering service, & say she would be closed for about an hour, as she had a delivery to make.

Then I heard the front door lock, some packages rustling, & finally, Sara walking back to the stockroom. She walked in & told me to undress. (I LOVE dominant women!) I did, & she immediately reprimanded me, saying I was much too young for big-girl panties. She then walked me over to an examining table in the back of the stockroom. I lay down on it, & she removed my panties. She praised me, saying that I was a good girl for not having any nasty old hairs down there, proceeded to oil me, cover me with powder, & coat my vulva with a thick coating of Vaseline, cooing & talking baby talk to me the whole time. It felt very weird, but good to be babied again even though Sara was only about a year older than me at most. She raised up my bottom, placed a thick cloth diaper under me, & still holding my legs up, put a big dollop of the Vaseline in my tushy-hole. I squealed as she did this, & she slowly lowered me back onto my back, pulled the diaper nice & snug across my bottom, then up between my legs, pinning it securely at my thighs & waist. Then she slipped a pair of big rubber panties over her own wrists, took hold of my ankles, and in no time had the panties around my waist. She secured me to the table at my waist, then fastened my wrists at my sides. I felt her raise the head of the table to a semi-sitting position. ÒSaraÓ, I asked, Òwhy do you have me all tied-umph!Ó I was cut off as she stuck a huge pacifier nipple in my mouth & inflated it.

ÒBecause itÕs feeding time for baby Jan!Ó she said sweetly.

ÒNow drink alllll your formula or Mommy Sara will be mad!Ó Not like I had much choice. The pacifier was, in reality, a feeding gag to which was attached a 2-quart bag filled with (I found out later) Pedialyte (adds fluid to a dehydrated childÕs system), Lasix (a potent diuretic), Soma (a muscle relaxant), & a potassium supplement, since I was getting a diuretic. I finished all of it, & Sara removed my gag, unstrapped me, & asked if I wanted her to keep training me. I said I loved it & asked her when she could do it again. She told me to go home. It being Saturday, she closed at 3 & she would meet me at my house then to finish training me (she got my address from my purse while I was being fed.) I rushed home, still dry, but in desperate need of a potty. I opened the door to the house, ran into what was my parentsÕ bathroom, took down my jeans & rubber panties, & found that Sara had used locking diaper pins on me! I had no choice but to wet my diapers & wait for her to come & change me. So, I pulled up my panties and let go, then took off my jeans & bra, leaving my shirt on, put my hair in pigtails, & soaking wet, of course, decided I wanted to watch some TV. I went over & lay on the couch, & promptly fell asleep to ÒNews at 11.Ó

I awoke to the sound of someone ringing the doorbell. (Yawn) ÒJust a minute!Ó Sleepily, I walked to the front door, looked through the peephole, & saw a delivery truck outside, & a guy, about 25 standing there, scratching his ass. ÒWho is it?Ó

ÒABP Medical Supply! Order for Ms. Parker!Ó

ÒIÕm Ms. ParkerÓ, I replied,opening the door,ÓWhatÕs the order?Ó

He answered,ÓI donÕt know, all I do is deliver it. 6 boxes, a couple are kinda big.Ó Sign here, IÕll bring Ôem in.Ó I signed the form,& watched him bring the packages in. He finished, got his clipboard, & started toward the door. ÒOh, by the way, Ms. Parker, maybe itÕs none of my business, but I think you probably ought to change yourself, your diaper is sagging.Ó Then he closed the door & drove off. I was mortified! I forgot I was even wearing the diapers! I was so embarrassed I filled my diapers with a big, brown load! I then realized I must have wet during my nap, because I was a lot wetter than I remembered.

ÒI havenÕt done that in 14 yearsÓ, I thought, ÒWhatÕs happening to me?ÓI waddled over to the boxes. Curious, I went to the garage, & got some tools out, then went back to the boxes. I opened the first one & all I saw were steel bars. I took them out, & found the assembly instructions. Within 30 minutes, my new hospital style crib, complete with locking top, was set up in the master bedroom. As a touch of whimsy, I even attached the mobile from my old baby crib.

Then I opened the next box. An adult size changing table! ÒSara, you jewel! This is perfect!Ó, I thought as I set up the table next to the crib. The third box contained clothing. I mean CLOTHING!

Pretty dresses, nice thick diapers, footed sleepers, bonnets, even some rhumba panties! How did she know I love rhumba panties?!? I hung all these up & put the diapers & rubber panties in my changing table, then went to the next box. Even a high chair! I as so excited as I got it out, I peed again, by this time, I didnÕt even realize it until I was done! ÒJust like a babyÓ, I thought as I felt my poo-poo get all slippery on my bottom. I was just finishing the chair & putting it in the kitchen, when I heard Sara drive up. I quickly put the empty boxes in the garage to throw away later, then I thought ÒWhat could be more kid-like? Playing with big, cardboard boxes in nothing but a messy diaper!Ó

I ditched my shirt. ÒPerfect!Ó When Sara opened the door, there I was with an old toy gun.

ÒPow,Pow!Ó I yelled, ÒBang! I got you, Mommy Sara!Ó

She ran over & gave me a hug, saying, ÒNo, I got YOU!Ó

ÒOh my, have you got a fort here?Ó

ÒUh-huh, anÕ anÕ anÕ I gots all kinds of pweasants today, too! Did you send those to me?Ó

ÒI sure did, precious! (sniff,sniff) Uh-oh! whoÕs got a messy tushy?ÓI raised my hand. ÒI twied to use da potty, but I couldnÕt get my diapees off, Mommy! I really, really tried, too!Ó

ÒHave you set up your new changing table?Ó

ÒUh-huh! ItÕs in da bedwoom, but my diapees are locked on! Da pins wonÕ open Mommy!Ó

ÒI bet I can open them, JanÓ she dangled her key chain from one of the keys on it.

ÒCome on, letÕs change that dirty bottom!Ó

She took me by the hand, led me to the bedroom, & helped me onto the table. Then she fastened me the same way she did at the store, then pulled down my Òwubby pantsÓ as she called them. She used her key & opened my pins up, folded down the diaper, saying, ÒMy, what a messy baby! How did you get so wet & soooo dirty?Ó I gurgled up at her with a happy little smile on my face-at least until she took a baby wipe to me. I had developed a rash! Sara cleaned my poor, red, sore tushy oh,so gently, rubbed me with baby cream, then Vaselined me like at the store. The only difference was, this time, she made sure I was well greased inside & out. She put a clean diaper under me, powdered my entire body, then rubbed me till I almost came. She stopped, with me right on the edge of a fantastic cum, pulled up my diaper, & pinned me tight with the same locking pins. A clean pair of wubby pants completed the picture-the picture of a very frustrated, very HORNY baby!!! She asked if I would be her baby from now on. I was willing to promise anything to cum right then, so I said, ÒYes Mommy Sara, I be good baby for you, Pwease, pwease, pwease, pwetty pwease wif sugar on top mother, may I cum now?Ó

Sara laughed, & rubbed me off. I squealed, clawed, cried, & babbled all at the same time as I felt my brain turn to Gerber oatmeal. Sara then gave me the paci-gag again, with the same mixture in the bag, & proceeded to lay out the rules of babyhood.

1)Baby may not talk grown-up talk. Mouth will be washed out with soap for violations.

2)Baby may not be in the bathroom for any reason without Mommy. There are things in there that can hurt little babies.

3)Baby may not feed herself. Mommy will provide a bottle or will spoon-feed baby as needed.

4)Baby may not change her own diapers. Pins are sharp & can hurt little baby.

5)Diapers are there for a purpose. They must be used as such. It is expected that baby will be completely diaper-dependant in no more than one month.

6)Mommy may not humiliate baby publicly, nor expose her to ridicule for things she cannot help(i.e.: diaper wearing.)

7)Mommy will provide food, clean clothing, baths & any other need as for any 18 month old.

8)Mommy will make sure baby is healthy by providing pediatric health care as needed.

9) If Mommy needs to leave baby at home for any reason, baby must be with a sitter, who will comply with all rules as noted here.

10)At times when babyÕs ÒotherÓ family or friends are over there will be no evidence of babyÕs status. Rules 1,3,7,& 9 will be null & void at these times. If baby needs a change of diaper, a simple hand signal will be agreed to between Mommy & baby for this purpose.

I was just finishing my bag of formula as she finished this. Sara unhooked my tube,but left the nipple strapped into my mouth. She used the restraints to hold me & picked up some pink rhumba panties. I giggled (as best I could) as she put them on me. She said, ÒDoes baby like her pretty rhumba panties?Ó I nodded vigorously. She unstrapped my gag, put a pretty, frilly bonnet on me, & followed this with a very short dress. I looked perfectly infantile, especially with the tiny boobs I had. Even with me sitting up you almost couldnÕt tell I was a female. Then Sara released me from the table, had me crawl to the living room, & help her open the other 2 boxes. In one, we found a huge playpen. In the other, a stroller & car seat. I jumped up & gave her a big hug saying, ÒMommy Sara, I love you!

She hugged me back & said, ÒSweetheart, this is just the beginning!

Baby Again

The Story Continues
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Hi, IÕm Baby Jan! In the first part of my story, I told you about how I came to own a big house, a nice bank account, a large supply of big baby stuff, & have a mommy to take care of me. IÕm 18 years old, according to the calender, but when IÕm at home, itÕs impossible to tell me from a 2 year old, except by size. My MommyÕs name is Sara. SaraÕs not my real mommy, Ôcause she & my Daddy died almost a year ago. My real Mommy never knew that still wanted to be a baby. She wouldnÕt have understood. I was a bedwetter until I was 10, so every morning I woke up in a wet diaper, she would change me into clean didees for school. It was kinda weird, I started my period, & that night I stopped wetting the bed (at least, my body stopped, I wet on purpose many times.)

It was almost as if I was going to keep something absorbent between my legs as long as I could. In 18 years, IÕve only worn big-girl-panties about 30 times, & that was for special occasions where Mommy was sure IÕd be near a potty, & even then she made sure I was in the bathroom about every 30 minutes!!

But anyway, Sara came into my life when all the didees I had became moth food after my parents died. She manages the store I went to to get some new didees. See, I found out that SaraÕs Mommy died when she was little, too, & her Daddy owns the store, but lives in another state. Sara answers to him as far as the management stuff, but in effect, she may as well own it, too. When I went in to buy the Òincontinence productsÓ as I called them, She couldnÕt believe her ears. I was the first female near her age that had come in requesting diapers. So, she made sure I wore them-by locking them on me for a few hours. The last installment ended when Sara & I opened the playpen, stroller, & car seat packages.

ItÕs been 6 months since I became Mommy SaraÕs baby. For the first month, she fed me only from my feeding gag, or a rather pasty mixture which contains a healthy balance of nutrients, a large portion of stool softener, & a sweetener, so I donÕt mind eating it. Sara didnÕt tell me what was in my food & ÒbottleÓ (feeding gag) until two days before she started normal infant feedings. Needless to say, I am now totally incontinent of bladder & bowel, & mess &/or wet about 8 times a day. It seemed Sara is always changing diapers to keep me from getting a rash. IÕve had many outings, to the park, or the zoo, or the mall in diapers.

I should probably describe us. Sara is 22, though she looks about 18, with bright red hair, green eyes, a fabulous smile, & body that men (& I) go Òga-gaÓ over (pun intended!) SheÕs tall, lean, & very well endowed. But sheÕs not just a pretty face, she graduated from a very prominent university, in a degree that few people get in less than 5 years. She got it in 3, with a 3.95 GPA, So with a mind like that, why is she in her DaddyÕs store? Because he needed a manager, & she wanted to help people lik me. She originally wanted to be a nurse, but dismissed that as a ÒchildishÓ wish when her Daddy disapproved.

I, on the other hand, am 18, with brown hair & eyes, with aÓcuteÓ (so everyone says) baby-face, chubby cheeks & all. IÕm only about 4Õ7, & have the build of a prepubescent 11-year-old. I graduated high school as #2 in my class, & had offers from several colleges.

I decided for a couple of years, though, I would go to State U, which happens to be only a few miles from home. Sara takes me to school in the morning, just like a 2nd grader, except that most 2nd graders donÕt wear diapers, or go to school in a car seat. I do carry a large purse with 3 cloth diapers in it for emergency use only as ÒstuffersÓ, but really, the diapers Sara uses on me are quite sufficient. After class, I walk the four blocks to her store, walk in to the back, & wait for her to come back & change & feed me. Then, I study for a while & go back to school for my afternoon class. On Saturdays, Sara has the asst. manager open the store, so we have the weekend together.

But Sara, has her kinky side too, which I found out about by accident. About a week into by 2nd infancy, Sara brought home this large box, telling me that she had seen it in a catalog. She moved my crib into the living room, & put me in it, locking the top. She gave me a ÒbottleÓ, turned on the stereo, & put the headphones on my head, telling me to take my nap. With the tranquilizer in my bottle I had nochoice, I was asleep in minutes.

When I awoke, I found she had rolled my crib back to the bedroom, I looked around sleepily, & noticed a new device next to my changing table. I also noticed that the restraint strap on the table was different. It was much stronger than before, & seemed to be controlled by this new device. I cried for Sara (she had taken my gag out, & replaced it with a real pacifier.) She came in, unlocked my steel-barred crib, & lifted me out. She said,Ó Good afternoon sleepyhead! Did my sweetheart have a good nap?Ó I nodded as she checked my diapers. ÒOh good, youÕre wet. Now Mommy can see how the new machine works on Baby Jan!Ó She sat me in the playpen in my soaking diaper, after removing my footed sleepers. Then she told me not to get scared, but I would really like this. Then, she pushed some buttons on the device next to the table.

I saw mechanical arms moving, & the next thing I knew, I was being lifted by these arms, placed on the table & secured with the strap. The machine then pulled off my wubby pants, unlocked(!) my diaper pins, & removed my diaper. It wiped me clean, oiled & powdered me, & then rubbed my little virginal vulva with a generous coating of Vaseline. It put 2 clean, fluffy, soft, cotton diapers under me, the same kind Sara used (8 layers of foam rubber & 8 layers of cotton gauze each), & just before locking them on with the locking didee pins, it Vaselined my tushy hole, too! (Sara knew how much that excited me, trouble was, Sara wasnÕt touching the controls at all!) The machine, which I had originally thought was cold, & too mechanical for my taste, I found had several touches to keep it Òhuman-feelingÓ to the baby. The hands on the ends of the arms were strong, warm, & gentle. The way it rubbed the powder in was almost the way my Daddy used to when I was 8, & wetting the bed, & he got me ready for bed. As I was thinking about all this, the machine took some clean wubby pants, put them over my feet & pulled them up & into place over my snugly pinned, thick, cozy diaper.

The arms came down again, the strap released, & I was lifted back into my playpen. Sara asked me how I liked it. I spit out my pacifier, & said, ÒDat was fun, Mommy, Can Baby Jan learn how to do dat, so mommy doesnÕt have to come whenever wittle Jan is wet?Ó

Sara replied, ÒNo, young lady, even if the machine is doing the actual work, you are much too little to change your own diapers!Ó Over time, I figured out that it knew what sex, where, & how big the baby was, & what type of diaper to use by which buttons were pushed. But that didnÕt prepare me for what I saw one day.

I had been playing in the back yard, Sara was in the house alone. I opened the door & came in to get a snack, & was looking for Mommy Sara, when I heard some noise in the bedroom. I went to the door of the bedroom & saw, to my disbelief, Sara, on the table, naked as a jaybird, being strapped down by the machine. I was dumbfounded. I watched as it shaved her clean, then oiled, powdered, Vaselined, & diapered her as it did me. I watched the arms come down, lift her up & put her in the crib, then the machine turned off. At that point, Sara saw me. I came over & helped her out of the crib, zombielike. Sara picked me up, (both of us in diapers, remember) & carried me to the living room, where she held me on her lap & fed me a bottle (a real one-8 oz.!) as she explained what I had seen.

She told me how she envied me being able to just let go & forget any concerns of life, & just be a baby (except for my studying). She explained how left out she felt when she changed, fed, or bathed me, & wished she could have someone do it for her. So she bought the machine. (actually, we split the cost!) She said that she had seen a couple of others as well, one for bath-time, & one for bad babies who need to be spanked(!), & was I interested in automating my babyhood?

Was I! I said, ÒHow much, & how soon can we get Ôem Mommy? IÕm looking forward to you pwayinÕ dollies wif me!Ó

Sara was thrilled! ÒIÕll order the bathtime machine right away, baby!Ó Sara was so excited about the machine, she wet her didee.

According to what she told me, It was a real bona-fide accident, since she hadnÕt had the type of feedings I had, to remove control. Sara showed me the tapes she had been listening to for about a week. One, she told me, was designed to help an adult unlearn their potty training. The other was to retard the effects of any daytime attempt to regain control. The tapes were unmarked, & there was no way to tell which was which, as the music which covered the subliminal messages was the same. Sara told me she had been listening to one or the other before bed, & one in the car on the way to the store, or around the house, while cleaning up. For the past three nights she had been wetting her bed, or, more precisely, her diapers. She told me she was glad she didnÕt have to hide it from me any more, as she couldnÕt imagine how she would have told me the truth.

We decided to let her stay wet for a while, to get used to it, So we both climbed into the playpen, & started playing with our dollies, neither of us wearing anything but our wet diapers & wubby panties. Then Sara decided it was time for both babies to be cleaned up. She went over, pressed a couple of buttons & turned a dial, then quickly came back to the playpen & lay me down on top of her. The arms came down & picked us up, strapped us to the table, & stripped our tushies bare. We were wiped clean, given a smooth coating of oil, a sprinkle of powder, & were fastened into a single diaper with locking pins & a special pair of wubby pants that Sara had had made for this occasion. We were helpless, as Sara told me that diapers put on by the machine only respond to itsÕ key. Until she could get to the controls to reset it, we were stuck in the same diaper, belly to belly.

I responded by nursing on her big boobs, while sticking my hand down between us, & rubbing her sex. She began to grind against my hand in pleasure. I continued to nurse. All of a sudden, we got a wild surprise. When Sara came, her milk Òlet downÓ!!! She told me she had been saving it for a surprise like this, but had been taking medication from her Dr. to cause it for a while now.

As I suckled her, she reached down to rub my Òlittle girlÓ some, too. I came & peed all at the same time, but Sara didnÕt mind. She just hugged me tight as we fell asleep in each others arms.