Mommys Baby-Tommy Chapter 2: I ackowledge liking being a baby

She sat me down on the sofa in the livingroom and wiped my teary cheek.

But I still could’t look her in the eyes.
How could I have joined in, in this creation?
I was now Mommys Baby-Tommy!

We must have both wanted it, but then again both of us equally surprised by the outcome.
To Mom, it seemed as if teenager-Tom was “finally” gone. I was now her real baby again.

I had to admit that Baby-Tommy would in a way be easier for her to handle than the rebelling teen. Despite all the babying me…

– Good baby, she said. Sit here til Mommy comes back with your baby-toys.

I wasn’t sure at first if I was up for just that, but being found out, I complied, and suckeled my pacifier even harder.

She put a blanket around me and left the room. Soon I heard her rumbeling in the attic.

My old playing-carpet was brought down and laid out i the middle the livingroom. Then my old playpen was set on it, and wooden blocks and Duplo-lego was emptied in piles, in arms reach of it.

This struck a nerve of some kind.
I wanted to play. The colorful carpet with roads to play with, the wooden blocks, the lego. It all set me years back.

Mommy could see it.
– I knew you would like it, she said. Do you wanna play?

I nodded, and so she lifted me up by the armpits and dropped me down in the playpen.
– Can you be a good baby for Mommy and stay in your playpen till mommy comes back. I have some erands to run. It wont take long.

She gave me a baby-bottle of mango-smoothie, but I was too occupied, already deep into redescovering my old toys.
As Mommy left I was building a city of block-towers and lego-cars.

I had a blast, and forgot all about time. So when mom came back it seemed she left just minutes ago.
– I bought you some more diapers and plastic pants.

I felt embarrased. The teenager within didn’t like it.
But I kept on playing.

– Are you wet?

I shook my head.

– let me check on you.

She lifted me out of the play-pen, laid me down on the floor, unbuttoned the crotch of the sleeper, and then just stuck two fingers inside the legholes of the plasticpants and into the diaper.

She sermed surprised
– Oh, nice and dry?
She paused a little..
– Baby should not hold back. Not healthy for babys tummy. Use your diddies!

Then she made sure the plastic pants were a tight fit around the legs, and then she buttoned the sleeper again.
– We should have some lunch.
She took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen.

My bulky diaper made me waddle like a duck, and again rubbing my growing junior.
I loved it.
She helped me up on a chair as if I couldn’t do it myself. I was squirming and couldn’t sit still, so she pushed my chair tightly against the table. Then she tied a bib around my neck. I was still rocking back an forth in my seat to keep the enjoyable rubbing going.

Mommy laughed.
– You squirm in your seat just like when you were toilet training. There is no need for that now you know..

But I wasn’t listening.
I was preocupied jolting back and forth and about to come in my diaper.

Mommy shook her head and turned to the counter, where she emptied two jars of apricot babyfood in a boal.

When she came back to me I was plasure-humming quietly, ready to shoot my big-boy load, but since she turned towards me, I held it although I couldn’t sit still.

Mommy stroke my cheek with her hand and put the boal in front of me. And in a babyvoice she said
– now if mommy is going to feed you, you have to sit still.
So go ahead and wet your didies for mommy. Mommy can change you after we’ve eaten.

And as she said the words I shot my big boy juices in my diaper. I sighed behind my pacifier, and started slowing down my rocking to a halt.

– That was nice, wasn’t it?

I was glad she thought I just wet my diaper.

Mommy ruffeled my hair, and more confirmed than asked.
-ready for som baby-food?

She sat down beside me, took out my pacifier, and started feeding me with a spoon.
It was marvelous. It tasted like the best desert. Fruity and sweet, and I was being babied.
Mommy kept talking and I just enjoyed it.

When mommy was done feeding me, and I was about to waddle out of the kitchen, she stopped me.
– It doesn’t look like it is sagging very much.
Then she squeezed the front of my diaper, the croch and poked the seat of my diaper.
– I think this can hold another wetting. You go and play while I grab som food myself.

She paused and got the pacifier from the table.
– Open up.

I did, and so she popped it in, patted my diaperd bottm and told me
– Off you go

I was a happy baby, waddeling my way to the livingroom.
But as I reached the playpen, I felt mommy behind me, lifting me up by the armpits, and then placing me in the playpen again.

We both giggeled.
Then she left the room.

I was back to building and playing, emptied my bottle, and had a ball. A small city was forming inside the playpen.
I could hear that mommy was back on the sowingmashine when I stopped playing.
I had been holding it for a while, and the need to go was interupting my playing. So I decided to do as babies do, and let go of the pressure. I couldn’t at first, but then the warmth spread throughout my diaper. It was warm and wonderful.
I felt like such a baby and loved it.
I grew hard again, laid back an rubbed my diaper to an even stronger climax.
I hadn’t noticed the sowingmashine stopping, nor mommy entering the room.
She was just standing there, waching with an intiguing grin when I opened my eyes.

– Don’t mind me, I was just chekking if you were ok.. It seems you are.
She was almost giggeling.
– Just make yourself comfertible..
Then she turned and left the room.

Suddenly I was the teen again.
Appalled and ashamed by my own actions.
Mastubating in a diaper in front of mom.
I wanted it off. All the babygear.
But she would still know me as the, to me now, disgusting teen Baby-Tommy.
For some reason I turned to my teddybear for comfort.
From there, it didn’t take long before I was back to humping my diaper.
I forgot all about teen-Tom, and soon I felt number two wanting out. It was turning me on.
I was baby-Tommy and wanting to feel even smaller, like a baby in his soiled diapers.
I got up on my feet, but croucing as I remember when I was making a dump while outside hiking.
I pushed.
And it was started. With a steady pace I could feel it making its way out. It was wonderful.
With one hand on my diapered bottom I felt the lump growing in my diaper from the outside too.
I felt so naugthy. So guity. But at the time so free of guilt and responibility as I was such a baby.
I wanted more, and how it felt, sitting down with a loaded diaper, and so I did. The goo spread, but I could still feel the lump parting my buttcheeks. Sort if nice and grose at the same time. Then the smell hit..
And then mommy entered the room again.

– That a baby!
She paused..
– Yes, and that actually both looks and smells like a little baby.
Again I was mortified, but mom didn’t seem to meen it in a bad way.
She came over and ruffeled my hair and stroke my cheek.
– Is it nice to feel like a real baby, she asked.
And to my surprice, I nodded confirmingly.

She lifted me up and carried me over to the sofa. Then she sat me down on her lap, held her arms tightly around me an rocked me gently to an old lullaby.

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It was the year 2050. Everything is automated– driving, grocery shopping, clothes buying– just anything and everything was automated either by computer or voice activation or robotic. One evening I was walking home just for exercise when I walked by a new building with a sign that said “automated baby sitting service for children from over night to six months long for ages one year to twelve years old.” I thought that it would be funny for someone that was an adult like me to try. I read the instructions it said to enter age of child, length of stay and enter payment code and a password for release. Then send child down the chute for children under three and through the door for older children. I entered age 1.5 for age and 1 for length of stay then my code. I thought for a few minutes as the chute bars opened I looked around seeing no one I jumped up on the large opening I could see no chute the chute bars closed behind me, leaving no choice but to scoot forward my feet out in front of me. Where was the chute I kept scooting when all the sudden I heard a peep so I stopped. I heard the machine say, “125 pounds”. I scooted more then I heard the machine say, “5 feet 6 inches.” One more scoot the floor I was scooting on angled down as I started to slide out of my control. I hit a pad with a thud. An arm had me before I stopped it was removing all my clothes. No matter what I did I could not get free. Within seconds my clothes were gone and I was getting a bath with some strong-smelling soap. I thought it was to disinfect dirty babies to keep sickness to a minimum. While I was being dried off I notice it was a little cooler but did not think anything of it. The machine had me in thick diapers and plastic pants so fast I did not get to see what color the diaper was as I was being dressed in a footed sleeper seconds after. The sleeper had thick mittens on the hands limiting me from grabbing things. Within five minutes of entering the chute I was in a crib wearing diapers plastic pants a sleeper being put in a large crib with a baby bottle held in my mouth that I could not get away from. So I started to suck, finding it to be sweet chocolate milk. I fell asleep in about ten minutes to soft nursery music.

I was woke up to the machine checking my dry diaper then picking me up and put me in a highchair. I had no way to know what time it was as there were no clocks. First, the machine put a bib on me then it started to feed me. I tried to refuse it but it kept the spoonful of warm oatmeal to my mouth where ever I turned my head. I finally gave up and started to eat. Sometimes it would miss and oatmeal would be on my chin, cheek, or bib. The machine held a baby bottle of chocolate to my mouth I tried to again refuse it but it was persistent so I gave in and started to suck. Halfway through my bottle I could not stop from peeing in my diaper. As pee flowed into my diaper a red light started to flash over my highchair. When I finish my bottle I was carried to a changing table where my sleeper was removed and diaper changed. This time I saw only the plastic pants; they were blue nursery print. Then a tee shirt that snapped in the crotch covering my puffy plastic pants.Then a pair of red corduroy over-alls was pulled over my puffy diaper. The last things were a pair of thick blue mittens and thick socks.

I was taken to the play area where there were three other kids. None were diapered like me. I tried to stand but the over-alls kept my legs bent so I had to crawl like a baby. I was totally helpless and I need to pee again but more importantly I need to poop badly. I tried to let just a little pee out with pooping at the same time but because I needed to poop so badly I failed with both soaking and filling my diaper with poop and pee. I started to whimper. The machine reacted with a pacifier. I sat there waiting for the machine to change me. Three minutes later I peed again. The machine carried me to the changing table in the corner of the room to change my diaper. I thought it should not change a hairy man in front of the other kids. There was a mirror next to the changing table so I watched the machine remove my wet and messy diaper. When my diaper was removed I realized the soap I was given a bath in last night removed my hair. I look like a real baby now because I was so small down there. The diaper change took three minutes and I could go back to playing with the toys. After more playtime I was taken to my highchair with a bib around my neck. I was fed baby food followed by a bottle that the machine held in my mouth.

The other kids fed themselves sitting in their highchairs. Naptime came we were taken to our cribs where I had to take a nap with the other babies. I had a nap bottle just like they did. We were all asleep in minutes. I woke up getting my diaper changed, watching the other two little boys get sat on a potty chair each one went pee and poop getting a small piece of candy. I went through two more feedings and five more diaper changing sessions and a bedtime bath. This is where I came in, so this is where I leave. I set it to one day so I will be taken up to be let go. I was handed a bottle after my bath at 7:00PM, so this time I grabbed it with my mittened hands and started to suck it, my last baby thing before I left this baby place. But I was taken to my crib at 8:00PM then I remembered I came in at 11:00PM. I will have to wait a little while longer. I was put in the crib with a bottle again where I started to suck it without a problem. I was sucking my bottle when I saw an LED display that said 29 days left.

I cried myself to sleep. No matter what I did this machine had control over me. The next morning I woke to the machine changing my wet diaper. I had wet myself without knowing. What was happening to me? I was sucking a bottle like a baby with being forced to having a diaper changed that I wet while I slept. My head was starting to spin. Why did I do this? How can I get out of it? Same routine as yesterday– many diaper changes feedings and a nap. Within a week of trying to escape or get the machine to take me to the potty and let me get out of diapers I gave up and my life became so routine I did not think of the need to pee or poop. I just let it happen automatically. The machine kept me clean and dry changing me within minutes every time I wet or messed except when I was in my highchair or sleeping. I was wearing toddler clothes and was allowed to walk with the other kids that came and went. When I had one day left I was so excited I could not wait for 11:00PM when I would get out of my baby clothes and be an adult again. All day long I could only think of what I was going to be like. Then bedtime came. I was thickly diapered and put into my sleepers just like all the passed nights. Lying in my crib sucking my bottle, I was so excited but fell asleep anyway only to be awakened.

The machine was taking me somewhere. I realized I was going up. It was time for my release. Then I realized I would be leaving dressed like a baby so I would have to try to keep out of sight on my way home that was three blocks away. I had a small knapsack on my back I also did not realize was there. At the release door the computer said enter code. It was hard with mittens on but the keys were inside the bars and were large. It took three tries before the door opened. I jumped out and ran as fast as I could straight to my door opened to by voice recognition. I jumped into my house the door closed behind me. I was finally safe in my own house. I realized that the backpack was over my shoulders and put it on the table. My automated housekeeper quickly removed it as I went to my room and lay down and fell asleep, forgetting how I was dressed. I was awakened the next morning by the machine changing my wet diaper just like always, but wait a minute– I am at home! The house keeper machine had read my report card that was in the backpack and now was carrying on with my baby care. I was in trouble now. I should have tossed the backpack before I got home. How am I going to get to be an adult again with this machine in total control of my life? My bed is gone, now I have a crib. My table and chairs are gone, now I have a highchair. I have no adult things around the house, just toddler toys and clothes. The doors no longer respond to my voice. I am just a baby that needs cared for all the time to the machine. I am very wealthy, don’t need to work and have just a few friends, no relatives. How am I going to get these machine to let me grow up and be an adult again? This is where I say you better be careful of what you wish for you might get it hee hee hee.

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Back to the diapers!

Back to the diapers!One Sunday afternoon, Matt and  grandpa Richard were talking about many things, including when Matt was just a pup!

Feeling somewhat nostalgic for the past, Richard offered to his son Matt ,a  good cup of coffee … but this coffee had a very special ingredient!

And that “special ingredient” transformed Matt into a pup!

Grandpa Richard with a big grin said:”My Matt is a baby again and this certificate will proves it! You’ll be a baby for several days, oh Matt…my little puppy looks so cute wearing denim diapers!”

I am sure that grandpa Richard doesn’t feel nostalgic already!*giggling*

Lineart by Victor/colors by nelson88


Aww poor Matt it seems like he is back as a cute little baby again sucking his pacifier and wearing his cute poofy diaper.

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