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Stories of Age/Time Transformation
by: 1magus | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 21, 2018
Chapter Description: Stephen continues to regress...
Chapter Three
His tummy full of milky, his diaper soaked to the brim with peepee and his mind empty and free like a toddler"s, Stephen giggled and chased after Rachel with unabashed shame. Shame was a thing of the past; in fact the only thing that could make him blush was when his "girlfriend" smiled back at him. The funny things she instilled him with were unmatched even by his mommy"s embrace. Both, for some strange reason, made him feel quite funny on the inside. It wasn"t as quite profound as making his stickies in the grass, or when he got his silly baths with his mommy, no. However, the feeling was strange enough that he couldn"t stop thinking about it whenever he was near Rachel.
Still, his toddler mind wasn"t that focused. He had just reached into his diaper and felt around the warm cotton because he was curious what his pee smelled like. He pulled back and gave a big sniff, but then stuck his tongue out comically when his mommy glanced at him. "Yuck," he said and hurriedly wiped the smelly stuff on the grass, hoping it would be enough to get rid of the offending liquid. Suddenly Stephen was quite glad his diaper was there to hold it all in, instead of getting on his clothes; peepee just smelled bad.
"Oh Stephen, what am I gonna do with you?" his mommy asked while chuckling.
"Um"¦ give me cookies?" Stephen guessed with a cheeky smile.
Her hands on her hips, she sighed. "Maybe after your bath. You need a change of clothes too, sweetie," she noted, taking in his sight of all of his sticky stains on his diaper and shirt.
"Kay!" Stephen agreed, grinning at the thought of a nice bath and some yummy cookies! "Can Rachel bath with me?" he asked awkwardly with an innocent smile.
"It"s bathe, sweetie, and I"m afraid not right now. She has to go home for a nap."
Molly stood up and grabbed her daughter by the hands. "Yep. Naptime for you, kiddo."
"Nah tired," Rachel replied with a yawn. "Mommy"¦"
"Mhm, sure. C"mon, miss not tired. Let"s get you home. Bye for now, I"ll see you at the meeting," Molly said to Stephen"s mommy with a wink.
"Sure thing! Bye!"
Stephen frowned, but waved to the sleepy Rachel. He didn"t care what his mommy was talking about, or Molly, just that Rachel was leaving and it made him upset. But the promise of cookies did ease the pain just a bit.
After being stripped naked and being practically dumped into the tub, Stephen relaxed some. He grabbed his favorite rubber boat toy and began to make engine noises with his mouth, while awkwardly slamming it into himself, the tub and even his mommy.
Left to his own devices, while his mommy began to bathe him, his mind began to wander. He thought of what was to happen next, and all he could think about was playing, diapers, feedings and anything else a little toddler went through on a daily basis. What sort of things would he and his mommy be doing today? He knew that, whatever they were, he would almost certainly be diapered during them. The thought of being well protected by being so thickly padded filled him with a sense of elation. Diapers were his underwear now and he didn"t miss "big boy" underpants one bit! Why would anyone ever want them? He didn"t know. All he did know was that diapers, whether wet, messy or dry, felt amazing to him. Though he did prefer not to be so stinky when around his new girlfriend.
He suddenly felt his mommy reach for his privates and give them a gentle washing. Her hand gently massaged around his little peepee and balls, making the strange feelings from before come back with avengence. He wanted now more than anything to give into these feelings and hump her hand over and over as his peepee swelled, but his mother"s firm hand stopped him.
"You play with your toys, Stephen," she commanded and stopped rubbing almost immediately.
He wanted to play with only one toy, but grudgingly gave up on the pleasurable feelings and went back to his toy boat. He continued to feel his mother"s calming touch wash all over his skin, causing it to tingle and him to sigh in relief. He could still sense his little peepee wanting to hump and hump and hump, but strangely he was able to just ignore it and have some fun with his bath. Ever astute, his mommy had placed a few extra towels down on the floor, near the tub, knowing he would make a huge mess by splashing about and just having his fun "little" bath. He even splashed his mommy a few times, but all she did was giggle and sigh.
"Right, I think my little one is all clean"¦ let"s just see how long that lasts," she said, muttering the final part.
Stephen giggled, and stood up so his mummy could dry him. His little penis dangled freely, dripping a bit. He went to play with it, but a soft yet firm slap from his mommy made him stop.
"Later, sweetie. We have things to do today. Least of which includes more sticky peepee, I"m afraid."
"Aw"¦" Stephen said, pouting a bit.
"Pout all you want, Mr. But we have a few things to do today, including a doctor"s visit," she said while rubbing the towel all over his body as he shook from the cold.
"Dowctor?" he lisped around his thumb.
"Yep, now let"s get your dressed, sweetie."
He waited patiently as his mommy laid out a nice changing mat, unfolded a very large, pristine white diaper and grabbed a few other changing supplies. None of this seemed odd to him at all, in fact it seemed more routine than anything. She gently guided her squirming boy down and made sure to guide his bottom directly onto the crinkling garment. He squirmed a bit more, but suddenly his mommy picked something up and shook it in front of his face. It was a dragon! A huge, stuffed dragon which was colored orange. His squirming ceased and all he wanted to do was hold onto the dragon and cuddle it. Happy to oblige, his mommy pushed it into his waiting arms and suddenly his face was a sea of orange and fluff.
Stephen cuddled the pretend beast over and over, feeling its fluffy scales and chewing on the end of its lovely tail. He barely registered the quick work his mommy had done to his bum and privates, but he did feel a quick blast of cool air followed by something warm being rubbed into his skin. After the baby powder had been liberally applied, his mommy added a bit of nice lotion to rub all over, and then effortlessly taped up his nice, new diaper.
"Okay, Mr Squirm pants, let"s get a shirt on ya and your shoes," she said, waving his pair of shoes. She guided him to his feet as his diaper crinkled quite profoundly. She unfolded a bright green t-shirt, showing it off to him. It was Elmo! He loved Elmo! "Arms up, baby," she said, and guided his arms through the shirt. "There, look how cute you look!"
Stephen beamed up at his mommy, feeling his crinkling garment and nice shirt. "I do?" he asked, gasping. He loved it when he looked cute for his mommy! Though, when he thought about it, she had never called him ugly before, but that didn"t matter. He was adorable, prancing around in just his pristine diapers and favorite new Elmo shirt.
She giggled and nodded. "Yeppers, and I bet your new doctor will think so too. So, let"s get going, silly."
Stephen fiddled with his fingers and thought back the very strong urge to suckle on them for added comfort. "What if the docflur is a meanie?" Stephen lisped out suddenly.
She grabbed his hand and guided him out of the door, but not before picking up a rather large diaper bag. "You"ll be fine, honey. The doctor is the most kind and caring person I"ve ever met. She just wants to make sure you"re healthy and will be growing into a happy individual," his mommy said in the kindest, most sincere tone imaginable. Stephen visible relaxed as his body slackened and his thoughts were whisked away to the imaginary doctor in his head. He couldn"t imagine anyone being nicer than his mommy, so her mentioning the doctor was so nice was certainly painting a pretty picture in his noggin".
Still in a daze, his mommy grabbed her keys and guided him out the front door. Stephen frowned upon feeling his bare feet on the warm stone driveway. Had he always worn no shoes when outside?
"We"ll get you some shoes soon, sweetie. That"s our next stop after the doctor"s office."
He nodded. That made sense, he decided. He walked out beyond the doorway, his diaper crinkling along. And he noticed a little girl riding her bike near their house. The girl had stopped to stare at the strangely diapered boy, her mouth agape. She had never seen a boy in diapers who was that big before! Stephen giggled and waved with a cheeky grin, but his mommy stopped him and guided him to their van.
The girl watched the spectacle, her mouth beginning to drool from lack of attention and focus. Did grownups need diapers? It made no sense to her. The mommy buckled her boy into the backseat, his feet kicking and his face unashamed. After closing the door and noticing the girl, the mommy turned around.
She winked at the girl and laughed. "Maybe you should get a bib, sweetie," the mommy said to her sternly.
Blushing quite profoundly, the little girl wiped her face and sped off on her bike, wanting desperately to get away from the strange scene.Stephen"s mommy chuckled and wasted no time in getting in the car and speeding off.
His mommy had been nice enough to clip his new favorite elmo pacifier to his shirt so he wouldn"t feel scared or stressed when he needed it. All through the car trip he suckled on it, feeling his warm saliva spittle around his lips and wash over the rubber teat. Over and over he suckled in and out, never feeling satisfied, but never feeling quite alone or as stressed as when he didn"t have it in. It was bliss.
He didn"t have his stuffed dragon and wondered if his mommy had packed it in the diaper bag. Curiously, he glanced at the big blue bag and noticed very large diapers, a bottle of baby powder, a bottle of baby lotion, a few baby bottles, and, as luck would have it, his favorite dragon! He tried reaching for it, but the belt on his seat held him safely in place. He whimpered and tried to pull again, but all that happened was a quiet sigh followed by his pacifier slipping away, dancing by the thread of his clip.
"Mommy!" he suddenly called out in anguish. "I want my dragon!" he exclaimed, slobber dripping onto his shirt.
"In a minute, sweetie. Mommy has to stop first."
He tried reaching again and again, growing more upset as time grew on. Until, finally, the car stopped entirely. He nearly broke out into sniffles, when suddenly his vision was bombarded with that of his orange, stuffed dragon. He squealed and cuddled it to his face, loving the warming and fuzzy feelings it filled him with. He sighed in relief and began to idly suckle on his thumb, while he relaxed his bladder, letting go a steady stream of peepee into his waiting diaper. The remaining car ride was pure bliss, from the fuzziness of his stuffed dragon, to his smiling mommy, to the warm, soggy feeling of his crinkling diaper. Soon the car"s engine had been shut off and he heard his mommy grunt to get up.
"Alright, baby, we"re here. Time to see the doctor!" she exclaimed with a cheeky grin.
Stephen clutched onto his stuffed dragon tighter and nodded. She quickly unbuckled him and guided the big baby to his bare feet. He winced upon feeling the warm asphalt, but the calming effects of being near his mommy was enough to make it all but a minor annoyance. His mommy grabbed his hand and guided him toward the strange building. He saw several people staring at him, but they either seemed too shocked or too embarrassed to say anything about the big baby with his drooping diaper. Though if Stephen felt it, he certainly didn"t seem shocked at all. He was just going to the doctor"s office with his mommy. What was so strange about that? His diaper was on, so it wasn"t as if he were nakey. He shrugged, and continued onward with his mommy.
"Excuse me, we"re here to see Doctor Anderson for little Stephen here," his mommy announced to the front receptionist.
The woman behind the counter gave a quick glance to Stephen and smiled. "Ah, yes, she mentioned about a special "boy" who would be seeing her today. Uh, does he need a change?" she asked awkwardly.
"Well"¦" she bit her lip and nodded. "Do you mind?"
The receptionist looked around at the crowded room with several other woman, and a few children who couldn"t help but stare at the rather large baby.
"I don"t mind, she said it was allowed," she finally said in a flat tone. "Please."
The mom smiled, and took out a large portable changing pad from her bag and laid it down under the reception desk. She guided her "baby" down onto the pad, his soggy diaper resting on it. He giggled when she undid the tapes and his peepee sprang to life, free of its padded prison. Blushing, as everyone was now staring at the spectacle, his mommy did her best to shield his naked body from onlookers, but most of all the children. Though she couldn"t help but blush upon hearing their giggles and their parents who shushed and scalded them for their rude behavior. His mommy wiped his bottom and privates clean with a rather large baby wipe, making him giggle even more. Again, he tried in vain to hump her hand, but she was having none of it. She discarded the rolled up diaper in her bag, and took out a fresh one. She quickly tapped it onto his body, but not before rubbing in a liberal amount of lotion and powder.
"There we are, all nice and padded," his mommy said.
"I"ll say, the receptionist noted. "He, uh, certainly is a special boy."
"Oh yes, my special little guy!" she gushed.
Stephen giggled while holding his dragon close. He then noticed the children, a boy and girl, staring at him. He waved, trying to spread his happy, todderish joy to the world. Awkwardly, the girl waved back, but the boy merely snickered and looked away. The boy seemed to be doing his best to pay attention to anything but the big baby on the ground.
"Stephen Richards and Mrs. Richards? The doctor will see you now," a nurse announced, just as Stephen was being lifted to his feet.
He was led out of the room, then weighed and lead into a private section in the back. The nurse smiled to them. "She"ll be in shortly," she announced the shut the door behind her.
"Thank you," Mrs. Richards said.
After several long moments of silence, broken only by Stephen"s suckling on his pacifier, the door swiftly swung open.
A middle aged woman with brown hair walked in, a gentle smile on her lips. "Ah, here we are. Stephen Richards," she said with a wide grin. Stephen giggled upon hearing his name, but said nothing intelligent.
The doctor turned to face Mrs. Richards, who had suddenly taken on a dull smile, similar to her little one"s. "Would you kindly head just outside while I examine him?"
She nodded slowly. "Of course, doctor!" She went to leave, but the doctor"s hand landed on her shoulder, stopping her.
"There"s a family just inside, with a girl and a boy. Would you kindly show them just how special it is to be little ones again? There should be fresh diapers in their size in the cabinets outside.
"Of course, doctor!" she exclaimed, gushing. She hurried outside, eager to show a family just how happy little ones can be when treated right! The door slammed shut, and suddenly the doctor and Stephen were alone.
Stephen smiled innocently up, wondering just what his mommy was up to. But the doctor had other plans for him. "So, Stephie, how are you?"
"Good"¦" he lisped around his pacifier. What else would he be?
"I see. Well, as your doctor, I have to give you a thorough examination to make sure you"re a happy little boy. Okay?"
He nodded dully. That seemed right, in his head.
"Good, now lay down for me, sweetie," she said and gently guided his chest down onto the examination table. Without warning, she untaped his diaper and removed it, leaving him naked on the table. He suckled hard on his paci while his little peepee sprang to life yet again.
She giggled and shook her head. "Such a baby. But, we need to take your temperature, and your diaper was in the way." He tilted his head in confusion. What had she meant by that? He soon found out when she took out a strange looking instrument, a thin pole with a tip on the end. She dipped it into some lubricant. She then guided his legs upwards and positioned the tool just near his bottom. "This is going to feel a little strange; don"t be afraid to suckle on your paci."
And strange it felt, as the tool was gently guided into his anus. She firmly pushed it in and out just a bit, making him go wild with lust. His penis responded by pulsing over and over, wishing to be touched. She giggled at the miniscule sight of his "little guy" and then gently guided the tool out. "Normal temperature. That"s good."
She glanced down to his still throbbing member, and sighed. "You boys and your toys. You know, that"s the funny thing, it"s what did you in the end. Just the promise of a little pleasure, and suddenly the mind is free to control," she said, her voice sounding seductive.
"Hmm?" he mumbled, suckling on his pacifier.
"I suppose it works on females too, but they take quite a bit longer to condition. Took your mommy weeks before she finally gave into my plans. Not that you"ll understand. I guess it just feels good to admit it to someone; even if they can"t comprehend."
She walked over to him and began to idly play with his little peepee, making him groan. "I"ve always been fascinated with babies. I"ve always wanted to see what it would be like to turn an adult into one mentally. Call it an obsession, or a fetish. Whatever." She then flicked his penis and began to massage it some more. "Just you wait until you see your daycare, little one. It took me months to secure, but finally I"ve gotten its owner under my control. I can make as many big babies as I want, at any age. And I"ve got a place to keep them in line. The best part? Anyone who finds out will either end up just like you. A simpering, whimpering little baby. Or just like your mommy, eager to obey and turn anyone I ask into my willing slaves. A baby army if you will." she giggled like a mad scientist, and began to fondle him even harder. "Ah, but enough about that, little one. Let"s make sure you get some nice sticky peepee, hmm?"
"Sticky pee!" Stephen exclaimed in glee, giggling along with her. He had no idea just what she had been so happy about, but she was happy which was enough to make him smile and play along.
Abandoning any shame or semblance of a professional, she reached around and gently poked her finger just inside of his anus. While she tickled and played with the hardening peepee, she began to poke around and massage his little anus. Over and over she massaged his bottom and prostate, while doing the same to his throbbing erection. Blasts of pure pleasure assaulted his mind and body.
"It only took a few weeks to turn you into my willing slave, sweetie. Just look how much you love your plushie, or your diapers, or your mommy. Isn"t that right, hmm?"
"Mommy," he lisped, lost in the daze of pleasure. His breathing had turned into full on panting, but she continued to rub faster and faster.
"Pretty soon those two kids outside will be my willing babies too! True, they"re too young to be conditioned like you were," she said, rubbing his balls. "But that would be far too inappropriate. I"ll just promise the two a bit of deserts and television and they"ll be eager to please; happily using their diapers like good babies."
"Babies"¦"
"That"s right, you"re a baby. And pretty soon Doctor Anderson will have her own little clan of big babies of all ages. That sure is a lot of diapers, but it"s nothing their parents and the daycare owners can"t handle," she said while giggling.
His little peepee throbbed again, leaving a thin trail of stickiness on the top. "Pre cum already? My my. I think I"ll have to do something about that," she said with a smile.
He looked up with a hopeful smile, eager to finish his sticky peepee.
"Rosebud," she said simply.
"Wha"¦" he said.
She giggled and tickled his peepee a bit, but something felt off about it. "That should keep you from going off too soon. Little hypnotic trigger there. Now, back to my fun," she said simply. She went back to playing with his penis faster and faster, while massaging his prostate again and again in tiny circles.
Pleasure spiked higher and higher, making him moan and drool and pant, but nothing else happened. The pleasure simply raised higher and higher in his mind, but with no end in sight.
"Aw, can"t do a sticky peepee?" she teased.
He shook his head no. "No! I need sticky peepee!" he screeched.
"Oh I know, sweetie. But this is how I control my patients, through pleasure. The happier I make them, the more I can control. So, are you happy?"
"Yes!" He bounced up and down on his naked butt, eager to be even happier when his peepee finally exploded in her hands. "Happy baby!"
"Yes, you want to be my happy baby. You wanna piddle your diapers and make big poopoos in them. Yes you do," she said, while tickling his peepee again and again.
"Poopy!"
"You want to drool and giggle and spread your happy giggles to every child and adult you see. You want to play with more babies just for Doctor Anderson. Like that sniveling boy outside; you want to see him peeing his diapers and hugging his mommy. Yes you do!"
Inside, Stephen"s fantasies were going wild. He pictured his world free from the norm, free from everything he had once known as his reality. He saw children of all ages, happily toddling about in just their stinky and wet diapers. They all smiled and giggled, free of their clothes and free of big kid thoughts. He even saw kids as old as twelve, happily waddling about in their soggy diapers, eager to spread their happiness everywhere. Children from ages four to twelve, and all the way up to eighteen were all sitting about in a semi circle. Each child wore white, pristine diapers on their tushies and drooling smiles on their faces.
Children who had been eager and happy to learn how to be mature adults one day were now happy to simply toddle about, learning how to be bigger babies. After being read to on how to sing their ABCs, the kids would join up in groups and try to prove to one another just how immature they really were. One ten year old grunted and pooped his diaper, then eagerly sat in it with a pleasant smile. A six year old suckled on his thumb and ripped his diaper off while running around, naked for the world to see. A fourteen year old boy grabbed the discarded soggy looking nappy and hastily stuffed it into his own; he drooled and ran around, chasing the nakey boy like it was a new game.
Suddenly the images shifted from children being regressed, to bigger ones like himself A room full of babies, big and tall like him filled his vision. He saw babies like Rachel being changed and diapered and played with. His penis sprang to life upon seeing these visions, making him moan even louder. His penis felt as if it was going to explode from the mixture of both pleasure, and the coming pain of denying his ejaculation for so long. His visions swirled, and still he hadn"t came yet. Big babies toddled about the a massive nursery. Several cried for their caretakers, either profoundly wet or in need of some food. A few others crawled after one another, their diapers crinkling away. Stephen"s penis pulsed higher and higher, but still he wasn"t allowed to cum! He wasn"t sure why, but he resisted the coming explosion again and again. Instead his mind was assaulted with bigger and bigger baby fantasies than ever before. Pretty soon his vision had swirled to an onslaught of babies of all shapes, sizes and ages. From four year olds being trained all over again to grow into and act like immature babies, to ones his age doing the same. His world was a sea of infancy and immaturity, and he wanted it all. He wanted to live in a world where no child truly grew beyond the stage of infancy or toddlerhood. He wanted to have new friends who thought having a good time was toddling around in nothing but a pissy diaper, or rolling on the grass in the sun, all under the watchful eyes of their caretakers.
The Doctor had witnessed Stephen"s trance many times before; one it had reached a certain point, there was no going back. Giggling a bit, she gently removed her fingers from his anus and slid his discarded diaper back under his bum. In an instant, his bowels released themselves onto the garment in one blow. Wave after wave of hot poo poo flooded the diaper, while she continued to tickle his penis again and again.
"Such a good baby, making poopies for me. Who used his diaper? You did, yes you did!"
"Caca!" Stephen exclaimed, his mind in pieces.
"Oh my, I think it"s time you made a sticky peepee for me. Yes it is!"
"Sticky pee!"
"That"s right," she said, while guiding his throbbin" peepee onto the unused part of the diaper. "Go on! Make a sticky pee!"
He nodded, eagerly. It was like a switch had went off in his head, and suddenly he knew he could make a big sticky pee just for Doctor Anderson. His penis shook and vibrated, and suddenly it happened. Wave and wave of hot, sticky liquid shot out from his little penis, washing over the front of the messy diaper. His consciousness exploded with a fireworks display of baby fantasies and pure pleasure. Rope after rope of fresh stickies linded the diaper again and again and again.
"That"s it, baby. Make those big stickies just for me. You want to be such a big baby, yes you do. You want to peepee and poopoo your diapers in front of everyone and anyone. You need your mommy to clean you, bathe you, change you, dress you and control you. That"s it, make those big, big sticky peepees."
"Sticky peepee," Stephen mumbled lazily. After a good fifteen seconds - what felt like an eternity - his penis finally ceased his expulsion of liquid and went fully limp.
She pettered his head and hastily removed the messy diaper, rolled it into a ball and tossed it in a nearby bin. "That"s it. Such a good baby!" she said, gushing.
Stephen smiled and put his pacifier back into his waiting mouth, where it belonged. He was a good baby, and that’s the way it was going to stay! He felt eager to please Doctor Anderson; eager to turn the world into babies, if he could help it! He wasn"t sure just how to do that though? Perhaps he could share his diapers with people and kids as they passed? When he thought of a baby, he thought diapers. In his pleasure haze and regressed mind, it seemed to make sense. To turn others into big babies like him, he just had to share his diapers!
"Oh, I wish I knew what went on in that silly head of yours. But, no matter." She said, and went to wash her hands. After finishing, she opened the door and laughed like mad. Outside, the bratty boy from before stood in nothing but a big white diaper, suckling his thumb in a similiar haze to Stephen"s.
"He"s all diapered up, Doctor Anderson! Look how happy he is!" Stephen"s mommy announced.
"He sure is. I"ll just have a chat with his parents and, pretty soon, I"ll have the morning class at the daycare ready. But that shouldn"t take too long." She pattered the smiling boy on the head.
"Enjoying your diapers, little one?"
"Yes!" The boy said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "They"re so fluffy and comfy! I love them! I get to be a big baby like him!" He said, pointing to the happy Stephen. "Right?" he asked in a hopeful tone.
The doctor chuckled and ruffled his hair. "We"ll see. You have to go to daycare to be trained first, but the diaper is a nice start, little one."
He grinned up at her, imagining just what it would feel like to finally be a big baby. He wasn"t sure why, but just the soft feeling of his crinkly diaper made him tingle all over. He then shrugged and jammed his thumb back into his mouth, because why not? It"s what babies did, after all.
"I"ll take him from here," the doctor said, grabbing the little boy"s hand. You just get little Stephen home and ready for his first day of daycare! First thing tonight!" she announced in glee.
"Oh, of course!" Mrs. Richards said, smiling at the doctor. "Daycare."
As Stephen toddled away with his mommy, he heard the doctor mutter one last thing to the boy. "Now you come on in while I take control of your mommy and big sister, that way you can stay a baby as long as you want!"
Stephen smiled, happy for the little boy. He loved his own diapers and all of the infantile treatment that came with them, so why shouldn"t others get to feel the same? Suddenly, as a few people passed, he stuck his fingers into his nose and picked around. After collecting a few icky boogers, he wiped them onto his plastic diaper, smiling to the onlookers. He bit his lip in anticipation and suddenly dropped his right hand into his diaper and felt around. His tiny peepee sprang to life. Needing no further invitation than this, he started to play with it, until felt his mommy"s hand grab onto his arm and yank it free.
"No, baby, not here," she said with a scowl. "Wait until you"re in the car or back home to play," she said, as if it were the most natural logic in the universe. A few more onlookers stared on in shock as they entered an elevator, its doors closing with a quiet clang. Stephen"s ride home was a total daze of pleasant feelings, suckling on his pacifier and cuddling his favorite dragon close. When he let go, soaking his padding, it only made him relax even further.
He barely remembered being lead off to his room and tucked in for the night, or being kissed by his mommy. He vaguely recalled her whispering to have a good night and that she would back by nightfall for his first night of daycare.
"Mommy has to take care of a few things for the doctor," his mom said in a quiet daze. She turned around and spoke again. "Time to find some babies."
She packed up her diaper bag and grabbed a few items which the doctor had left her. "Here we are. This should help make more babies for the doctor," she said, holding up a strange looking plastic spray bottle. "Doctor knows best," she said with a wide smile. She then locked the front door and left the house in a quick haste, starting the engine and speeding off.
She wasn"t sure why at all, but just the thought of turning other big boys and girls into big babies filled her with glee. She imagined all of the boys and girls at a park, eager to learn how to be big, suddenly feeling quite the opposite. All she had to do was obey the doctor"s orders; a sentiment she was all too eager to fall through with.
The closer she got to a nearby playground, the happier she felt. Her adrenaline had never made her feel so alive and ready! With every second that passed, more and more visions creeped into her consciousness. The doctor"s will became ever stronger, and longer she was awake. And it felt like pure bliss. She pulled into a parking space, seeing a few kids playing in the corner of her eye. She smiled widely again, her eyes focused solely on them.
She reached for the diaper bag, clambered out of her car and shut the door. "Three boys, perfect. And only one mother," she noted out loud, watching the other mom idly toying around with her cellphone.
Without warning she walked onto the sand surrounding the boy"s play area and made a beeline for the tallest one. He was a boy wearing shorts and a green t-shirt along with NIKE clad shoes, clearly indicating he was old enough to tie his own. The boy turned around to face the mom.
"Um, hi?" the kid said, scratching his head. "Who are you?"
Hmm, he seems a bit older, but should do nicely, she thought with glee. "Sweetie, where"s your diaper? Did you lose it?" she asked, generally feeling concerned as her eyes looked him over.
"D-diaper?" the kid stammered. "Lady, have you gone nuts?"
She clicked her tongue and sighed, ignoring the other two children which had ceased their play to stare. "Sweetie," she said, pausing to reach into her massive bag with a baby bunny embroidered on it, "why don"t you get your silly shorts off and slip this on?" she said in a soothing tone. She handed him a plastic thing which crinkled in her fingers.
He picked it up, staring at it in pure bewilderment. It was a diaper, but not just any diaper, it was a big diaper; big enough to fit a kid his age. "Uh, how about no," he said, dropping it into the sand. "How"s about you leave us alone and--"
The child didn"t get to finish his sentence and suddenly squeaked when she shoved plastic bottle in his nose and let go a few sprays. "Shh, just breath it in sweetie. That" it, shh," she cooed and placed the bottle back into her hands.
The boy stood there, blinking rapidly while his pupils dilated. His posture relaxed ever slightly, with his disgusted look slowly being replaced with one of mild content. "Huh?" he reached for his head and rubbed it. "Wha...?" he said rather intelligently.
She smirked, still ignoring the two boys which had run off to tell their mom. "Sweetie, what are you doing without a diaper on? Don"t you want to be seen as a baby, like a good boy?"
He blinked again, looking down to the discarded garment. Suddenly just the thought of putting on the silly thing was his whole world. He imagined himself prancing around in nothing but the babyish thing, showing his immature stature to the world. He giggled and picked it up, feeling giddiness rise as he smiled broadly. Why had he been so upset before? Still smiling quite dully, he reached for the button on his shirts and made quick work of undoing it and yanking them down to step out of them. The mom quickly helped him untie his shoes and, without warning, reached for his undies and pulled down.
"Such a good boy, do you need help with the diaper?" she asked in the same sweet, motherly tone.
"Okay"¦" he said slowly, while handing her the crinkling undies. His naked body bare for the world to see.
"What are you doing to my son?" a woman screamed from behind. Mrs. Richards whirled around, spray in hand and aimed it at the lady. The woman tried to dodge it, but suddenly felt the object enter her nose with a violent spray following. "No, stop"¦" she said, trying to fight her off.
"Shh, just relax. I"m helping your son be a good baby. Isn"t that what you want? Don"t you want your boys to be big babies forever? Shh"¦"
"No"¦" she said, trying to fight it, but feeling quite hazy. She looked down to her half naked son, who was simply smiling away and felt odd. Is this what she wanted for him? To be a big baby? A feeble part of her mind tried to warn her that"s not what a mother"s job was at all, but it was drowned out by the pleasant, tingling sensations of the strange spray from the nice lady.
"You don"t want them growing up; you want your little ones to live with you forever, always dependent on their mother. Always big babies," the lady said in a rather rehearsed tone. "Big babies," she repeated again.
"Big babies"¦ yes," the woman repeated, smiling.
"Uh"¦ m-mommy?" one of the boys said, his voice quivering. "Mommy?" he said again, tugging on her sleeves.
Mrs. Richards smiled and quickly taped up the still naked boy into a rather thick diaper. She then grabbed the boy"s shorts and undies and deposited them in the trash; figuring he no longer needed them. The other two boys trired snapping their mom out of her daze, but she wasn"t having it and went to scald them.
"Please call me once you"ve gotten home, you"ll need to enroll them in daycare as soon as possible," Mrs. Richards said, handing her a card with her number scribbled on it.
"Of course!" The lady gushed, imaging her three sons back in daycare where they belonged.
Suddenly the biggest of the three boys giggled upon hearing a hissing noise come from his diaper. "I made peepee," he said, laughing some more. The other two boys looked on in horror, but could do nothing as the mom grabbed their arms and walked them back to her car.
Mrs. Richard"s drive back home was in a daze, but she couldn"t help but smile happily, knowing she had helped that mother get her three precious baby boys back. "Time to see mine," she said, noting that the sun had begun to set, "time for his first night at daycare!"
Stephen suckled on his pacifier faster than he had ever remembered. His mom had suddenly announced that he would be heading to daycare to make tons of new friends and to start his new nightly routine. The only friend he had was Rachel, so why did he need more? He shrugged, figuring that if mommy thought it was okay, then it must be a pretty neat place. I hope, he thought.
He idly kicked his feet in the car back and forth, suckling on his pacifier over and over. He wondered if the other babies would like his dragon? He pet it, hoping it to be true. Would they be in diapers too? Did they pee and poo in them also? He wanted to ask all of these to mommy, but all she kept replying with was "you’ll see" with that odd smile of hers.
He felt his wet peepee, wanting to desperately play with it so he could forget all about his stress and just feel pleasure. His peepee kept throbbing up and down, begging to get attention, but all it seemed to get was more urine soaking its skin. He sighed, suckling harder and hrder, until finally the car stopped. They had pulled into the parking lot of a rather average looking building that read DAYCARE on in giant letters. The lights seemed on, judging from the little bit of light that leaked through the windows, but Stephen could see little else from his seat.
"Okay, sweetie, let"s get going to your new daycare!" his mommy announced while unbuckling him from his seat.
"Okay"¦" Stephen said rather unenthusiastically, blushing.
"Aww, don"t worry, baby, you"ll fit right in," she said with a wink.
Stephen didn"t looked so convinced, his frown ever present. But he was walked along ahead, his diaper crinkling away in open view. His mommy opened the front door while a loud bell rang out from the movement. "Hello!" his mommy said, waving to a lady who walked up to greet them.
The lady looked similar in age to Mrs. Richards, only just a few years younger. She smiled at Stephen who ran behind his mommy away from the strange, new lady.
"Aww, he"s shy, huh?"
"Oh yes, but just give it time and he"ll open up," she said with a casual wave of her hand. She picked up the diaper bag off and handed it to her. "Here"s his supply of diapers, lotion, powder and a change of clothes incase of any extreme accidents. I also packed along his favorite stuffed dragon incase he gets lonely."
"Lovely, I"ll just take this to his cubby and get him settled. You can pick him up in a few hours," the lady replied.
"Okay, be good for Mrs. Wilson, sweetie. Okay?"
Stephen clutched onto his mommy, not wishing to let go. "No"¦ don"t go."
"Awww, look over there," his mommy pointed off in the distance. "It"s your little friend, Rachel."
"Where?!" Stephen said, his head whipping around. True enough, his girlfriend was seated around a bunch of other big babies, happily playing with a ball. He smiled and bounded off after her, much to the delight of the two giggling women.
Inside the daycare he noticed just how many big babies there were. Each one wore either nothing but a diaper, or rather childish clothing fit for their size. Over to his left a giant baby squatted down suddenly, releasing a rather rude farting noise, then his face slackened as his bowels released. He then stood up and toddled away as if nothing were wrong at all. A girl about the size and age of Rachel started pretending to be a dog, running around barking and stopping to piddle in her diaper. Other big babies chased one another, giggling and squealing in joy at their silly games. One of the babies suddenly stood up, revealing his diapered bum to everyone by bending over. He stared at the boy who, in turn, stared at another "baby girl".
"Me make boom boom!" The boy yelled, and then suddenly tackled the girl to the ground, who giggled showed off her diaper"s front to the boy. Stephen could only watch in total awe as the two started slapping their diapered fronts together like a pair of gorillas, giggling and drooling all along the way. Their diapers crinkled like mad as they humped each other on and off, both of them proudly announcing their "boombooms".
"Oh, sweetie"s, that"s a nono," the daycare worker said and suddenly took out a big spray bottle of water and sprayed them like a group of cats caught doing something bad. But it had been too late, both sighed massively, their mouth"s hanging open slack jawed in a pleasurable uniformed release of pleasure juices into their thick paddings. The girl suddenly stopped and the boy, who looked to be no older than eighteen, pulled away, looking like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. She grabbed his hand and suddenly tapped his diaper back up. "That"s a nono, baby. If you want humpies, come see me, okay?" she asked in a gentle tone while he meekly nodded. "You"re not in trouble, but don"t do it again."
Stephen watched the two babies crawl away, but then he noticed something off in the distance. A few of the big babies were hanging around in a corner, but something seemed off. They weren"t drooling or giggling or indeed playing at all. It was a boy and two girls, and each were frowning and speaking to one another in quiet, hushed voices. Whenever the teacher would glance at them, he saw that they would suddenly start playing just like any of the other babies, but they quickly stopped once she looked away.
"Hi, silly butt!" a familiar voice said from behind him. He turned around and was instantly tackled into a warm hug from his girlfriend. He smiled and hugged back, feeling her warm body ease his tension from before.
"Hi! I missed you," he said, feeling just a tad silly as he blushed.
"How can you miss me? It"s only been a few hours," she pointed out, giggling at his hastily blushing cheeks. "You"re a silly butt," she said. Then, without warning, she spanked his diaper butt making him gasp.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, rubbing it. "That wasn"t nice"¦" he muttered and pouted.
"Awww, is the big baby all hurt?" she said in a mock voice. "Here, let me rub it for you," she said and took the same hand to start rubbing and crinkling his butt in tiny circles.
Stephen"s face continued to blush quite profoundly, but he didn"t shove her arms aside. Instead he bent down like a silly monkey, giving her easier access to his diapered butt. He bit his lip and felt his tiny peepee springing to life, aching for more sticky peepees.
"Okay, little ones, time for circle time! Teacher has a special surprise for all of you!" The daycare worker announced in a sickly sweet tone.
The rubbing ceased immediately as Rachel decided to join up with the other babies. Shrugging, Stephen did the same, taking a seat on the ground next to her, sitting indian style.
"C"mon, you three as well," the teacher said to the three previously hidden "babies".
The three grumbled quite loudly, but reluctantly crawled after the teacher and joined in the circle. Stephen glanced at the teacher who seemed busy helping the few stragglers toddle or crawl along until they all sat a neat circle together, sitting down as their diapers rustled like plastic bags. Upon joining together, the scent of baby powder, lotion, wet and dirty diapers all collected into one massive aroma. Stephen breathed it in, feeling oddly calm.
The teacher walked into the middle of the circle and clapped her hands, earning the attention of all but the most attention span challenged little ones. "Right, we"re going to sing a song! Doesn"t that sound fun!"
Stephen nodded, smiling lazily at the cheery tone of their new teacher. She learned her throat and nodded to everyone. "Now then, I want you all to listen and sing along if you want to!"
She took out a small stereo and pressed play on it. Instantly they were bombarded with the strangest song Stephen had ever heard.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyShZCLOfDU
It was silly to listen to some strange sounding cartoon character singing about just how much he loved his diapers. I do love my diapers, Stephen thought suddenly. He just didn"t know how cool they were until now! He hummed along, but unlike his fellow "babies" he didn"t actually start singing. He glanced at Rachel and noticed this also to be the case. However he couldn"t say the same thing for many of the other babies. If they were too young to put together coherent sentences, they simply drooled and did their best to sing along, much to the encouragement of their teacher.
"Go on, littles ones. I love the way my diapers feel!" she exclaimed, giggling at their half hearted attempts at their drool singing.
"I love the way my diapers feel!" a girl suddenly said, her whole body shaking.
"Sally! Stop!" a boy said, grabbing onto her arms and tried to cover her mouth. The baby woman struggled and suddenly licked his hand, causing him to pull away. "I love my diapers!" she sang again, giggling and drumming her bare feet on the carpet.
"That"s it, sweetie!" the teacher urged, raising her hands in praise.
The two boys next to her watched in horror as their friend continued to sing. The second girl next to her shook her head frantically while jamming her index fingers squarely into her ears. She began to hum something akin to not listening or even screaming to drown out the song. The teacher sighed and stood up and wasted no time in grabbing both her arms and yanking them free to hold to her sides.
"No! Let me go you crazy bitch!" the girl shrieked and struggled. The music from the stereo continued to play, but the other babies and long since stopped singing as they watched their captive fellow baby struggle. "I said let me go!"
"Shh, sweetie. Just relax; everything will be alright. Just breath and listen. Don"t you want to be happy with your diapers? C"mon," she said, holding the girl"s arms tighter. "I love the way my diapers fit!"
"N-no"¦" the girl said, but was forced to listen to the song on loop, over and over. The girl"s breathing suddenly quickened as she began to breath in and out with her mouth. "S-stop," she stammered out. She continued to breath, sweat pouring down her face. Suddenly her body jerked forward, attempting to, of all things, hump the teacher with her diaper. "Diapers feel"¦" she muttered.
"There you go! C"mon, everyone, sing with her! Help her be a better baby!" she urged and started singing more. The teacher then suddenly took her hand out of the diaper and jammed it into a bottle of baby lotion. She smirked upon seeing the girl"s frightened face and quickly pushed it back in, squishing in and out.
The girl was shaking, but she couldn"t help but sing back and tried to hump again. Why can"t I stop?! she thought frantically, singing along faster and louder. "I love my diapers! I love the way my diapers fit," she said, punctuation the word diaper each time. With every time she said it, it got easier and easier. She felt a sudden itch in her diaper and she jerked forward again. "My diapers fit," she said again, feeling quite in a daze as small thin line of drool leaked from her mouth. "Please"¦" she said, her eyes wide, focused on the teacher. "I"¦ I need"¦" she bit her lip, watching her two friends look on in disgust. "I need humpies!" she announced suddenly, humping her hips forward again and again.
"Wonderful!" the teacher exclaimed. "See how much better you feel when you give in? You"ll be a baby soon. Do you want your humpies, sweetie?"
"Yes! Please, give baby humpies," she said unashamed. "Please. I wanna be a baby! I need to!"
"Okay!" And the teacher jammed her fingers into the would be baby"s diaper, fingering around.
"Oh"¦" the girl moaned, humping the teacher"s hand again and again as her thoughts were bombarded with the strange song and the constant singing of the other little toddlers. "Heh, hehe," the girl giggled, feeling giddy the more she humped away. The teacher"s hand suddenly found its way directly into the snatch as she rubbed and rubbed.
"You love the way your"¦" the teacher urged, smiling seductively.
"My diapers fit! One, two, three I"m happy as can be!" she exclaimed and shrieked with happiness. She humped and humped and humped, feeling pure elation at the simple, mindless pleasure her teacher was quite literally pushing on her. Drool steadily spilled from the laughing girl"s mouth as she had long since given up on maintaining her composure. Her breathing turning into full on panting and, finally moaning, she giggled again.
"Soon you"ll be a big baby! You love your diapers!" The teacher said, feeling the squishy insides until it finally turned full on wet.
"Ahh"¦" the girl said, sighing and feeling like it had all come crashing down. This feel so nice, she thought with an inward sigh. The girl felt her sexual juices push their way onto the teacher"s hand and soaked into the front of her diaper; it was over with.
"Good girl. Such a good baby girl," the teacher cooed, petting her head with her free hand. She quickly took her hand out and used a fresh baby wipe to wipe it clean.
The new baby girl suddenly squatted down into a frog like position, her diaper showing off to her two friends. "Baby"¦" the girl said, giggling.
"Good girl, who"s a good girl?" the teacher asked, bending over to her.
"Me?"
The teacher nodded, and pet her head once more. "Good girl."
The girl smiled and rubbed her head into the hand as if being praised like a dog.
"You see, being good boys and girls get you some nice humpies. That"s much better than struggling like bad boys and girls. Wouldn"t you agree?" she asked the girl, who simply nodded with a wide smile.
"Right," she said and stopped the tape, "let"s get together for another activity. How about finger painting!"
Stephen was still in awe at the quick transformation from resisting big girl to happy little toddler. The caretaker got busy shepherding the "little ones" to various round tables with every seat having a set of paint and a piece of paper. The only "babies" who didn"t budge upon the announcement were the girl"s friends before, still looking on in total shock and disgust. The teacher sighed and walked up to them.
"C"mon, you two, don"t you want to make finger paints? Don"t you want to make your mommies a pretty picture?"
The girl and boy shook their heads and blushed upon hearing their diapers crinkle just as loudly as the other "little tots". They weren"t gonna budge.
"C"mon, don"t you want to be good babies?" They shook their heads again, glaring at her. The daycare lady sighed, looking disappointed. "Very well, you leave me no choice," she said darkly. The two looked at one another, frowning with raised eyebrows. What could she possibly mean by that? Suddenly the worker grabbed something from her pocket and smiled wickedly at the resisting girl. She shook the thing and forcefully jammed it up the girl"s nose and released a few sprays, sending a spittle of water everywhere.
"Shh, just relax," the teacher said as the girl struggled, the teacher"s hands firmly grasped onto her"s.
"No! You"re sick! Get off me! No"¦" the girl breathed in and out as her eyes dilated massively. The girl"s arms slackened ever slightly while she did just what the teacher had asked, breathing in deeply to relax.
"That"s it. Easy. I know you"re struggling to be a good baby for me, aren"t you?" the lady said gently. The girl nodded ever slightly. "Do you want help?" another shy nod. "Well, just look at your fellow big babies. Look how they crawl and giggle and drool. And come over here," she said, now guiding her by the hand. She stopped at a short looking "boy" who looked up with a drooling smile. "Do you see his diaper, see how much it smells? Look at all of his peepee," she said with a smile.
"Peepee," the boy repeated, gently clapping his hands.
"Yes, sweetie, you"ve got a big peepee filled diaper. Just look how happy he is!" the lady praised, and glanced over to the girl who was now starting to smile.
"I think you"ve got it, sweetie. Now go on, be a good baby for all of us!"
The girl squated down onto her hands and knees, her smile never wavering. Her diaper crinkled louder and louder as the drug in her system began to pump through her brain deeper and deeper as time grew on. She wasn"t exactly sure why, but she had to be a good baby for the teacher. This feels so nice, she thought airily. The smells of baby powder, poopy diapers and urine stains that had, moments ago, annoyed her now only encouraged her to crawl around. Smells so wonderful, she thought again. How do I smell like that? She scratched her head, then had an idea. I"ve seen boys make potties in those things"¦ so I just need to get my own!
The caretaker couldn"t help but giggle when the big baby crawled up to the smiling boy from earlier and started to untape the diaper. Strong concoction indeed, the caretaker thought. "That"s right, you just be a silly baby," the caretaker encouraged.
The girl giggled again and soon had the diaper pulled off and wasted no time in sticking her drooling face directly onto the spot where a big urine stain had been made. She sniffed it and sighed, feeling pure elation. "Peepee?" the girl asked the teacher, holding up the diaper with a pout.
"Aww, that"s so cute. Do you know what this is? It"s a special mixture that makes you oh so susceptible to suggestion. Your brain is so desperate to please me now that it"s becoming just so silly and confused. I mean you stole that little boy"s diaper just so you could be like him? Silly, all you need to do is let go and have a big peepee! Go on!"
The girl giggled again and grunted, releasing an unfathomable amount of urine into the front of her waiting diaper. The diaper soaked it up happily and the girl sighed for a third time, pleasantly. She suddenly looked to the now naked boy and offered his used diaper back. The boy opened his mouth, a thin line of drool leaking its way out and grabbed it with a happy squeal.
The teacher clapped her hands and smiled. "Wonderful, and you"re learning to share! Such good babies!"
"Baby"¦" the girl muttered happily while feeling the front of her now soggy padding.
"That"s right, you"re a big baby. Yes you are, and your mommy is gonna be so proud of you for letting go! So proud!"
The two of them beamed up at the teacher and crinkled away, one naked and the other happily drooling as her piss soaked diaper crinkled with every crawl.
With that settled, the teacher got all of the babies together for a long session of finger painting. The "little ones"" fingers were busy exploring their brand new world as they dipped into their paints happily, attempting to make pictures to show off to their parents. However it didn"t take long for their explorative drawing to be more about just the paper in front of them.
Stephen glanced over toward Rachel, noticing that she had been busy attempting to draw a house, but really just ended up getting an assortment of different paint colors all over her clothes. Stephen smiled, dipped his finger into a plastic jar of red paint and quickly smeared it across her chest.
Rachel suddenly stopped and jerked her hand back in surprise. She looked to her left, noticing a group of babies busy picking their noses or drooling, and back toward Stephen who waved shyly. It didn"t take them long to get into an odd tickle fight of paints, spraying their clothes and making a genuine mess.
"Oh, look at this mess," the teacher said, oddly sounding happy. "Well, babies will be babies."
The front door to the daycare suddenly opened, revealing Doctor Anderson, who smiled down at all of them. "I hope you don"t mind if I stop by," she said rather loudly.
The caretaker looked up, her featured instantly relaxing when their eyes met. "Oh, of course not, Doctor. I-I"ve been real good and I"ve been making sure all of my babies behave," she said like a horny teenager trying to impress someone.
The doctor quickly walked over to the suddenly mewling woman and pet her head. "Yes, I can see that. And you best behave or you"ll be the one toddling around in your stinky diapers. Yes you will," she said in a mockingly sweet voice.
The caretaker blushed, nodding her head furiously. "O-of course, doctor. I-I wouldn"t dream of disobeying you," she said, stammering out her reply. "I just want to be good"¦" she muttered, biting her lip and shaking slightly.
"Oh?" the teacher said, looking her over. "Tsk, tsk," she said and swiftly placed her fingers into the waistband of the teacher"s shorts. "What have we here?"
"I...I- I," the teacher stammered, feeling like she had just been caught with her own hand in a cookie jar. "I"m s-sorry"¦"
"No diapers. What did I tell you when I left?"
"Th-that I sh-should wear my diapers all th-time," she said, sniffling quite loudly. "I-I just--"
Sighing, the doctor ignored her sniffles and made quick work of pushing down the lady"s shorts and panties. "You"ve made me very disappointed, sweetie. Now, lie down," she commanded fiercely.
"Wha"¦ but"¦ in front of them?" she asked almost bitterly.
"Them?" The doctor asked and giggled. "Sweetie, you"ll be joining them from now on. I warned you, didn"t I?"
"But b-but"¦"
Doctor Anderson shook her head at the sniffling, naked woman. She then rummaged around in her purse for a bit. "Let"s see, no"¦ not that. Ah, here we are," she said, taking out a bottle of pink lotion. "You know what this is, don"t ya?" she asked, waving the bottle in front of the crying teacher.
The teacher"s eyes widened in surprise while she shook her head. "Please, no"¦"
Ignoring her again, she dipped her hand into the lotion and placed it just under the woman"s nostrils. Shakingly, she breathed in the vanilla scent mixed in with babyish qualities and sighed. Her breathing suddenly quickened, breathing in the heavenly scent again and again. "I...I"¦"
The doctor smiled and capped the jar. She then grabbed a rather large diaper from her purse and unfolded it. "Do you want your lotion, sweetie?"
"Yes," the teacher squeaked.
"Well, then, you better lay down right now or you"ll never get some. Understand?"
The girl moaned, biting her lip and nodding. She ripped off her shoes, socks, undies and shorts and laid down on the carpet, ignoring the stares of the other babies. The lady looked up expectantly, never blinking from the bottle of lotion.
"You do know what will happen if I use this on you, right?"
She nodded fiercely. Her vagina suddenly pushed out, a thin layer of juices gathering. "Yes"¦" she said, as if in a daze. "Please"¦"
"Please destroy your life? Make you a big baby, eager to poop your diapers and make humpies and be a good girl? Please make you want to be silly and feel dumb inside?"
The girl mewled, attempting to hump the very air but only succeeded in causing more juices to leak out and stain her carpet. "Yes! I want to be a big baby! Please, oh god just- please"¦"
"If that"s what you really want," the doctor said. She hummed quietly and began to smear a thin layer of the mysterious liquid all over the glistening lady"s vagina. "Who"s ready to be my next big baby?"
"Me!" The lady screeched, not unlike the big toddler"s she had been caring for. She humped forward, but the doctor"s hand was just out of reach.
"You"ll be messing your diapers, giggling along with your other fellow babies. Yes you will," the doctor said, giggling.
The teacher giggled, her head filling up like cotton. This feels so amazing, she thought airily.
"You know what"s really funny? You don"t want this at all, it"s just the smell from my lotion tricking your brain into carrying out my every desire. Your brain thinks it wants to be a big baby because I told you to," she said darkly and began to finger her pussy in and out. "It"s the animal part of the brain that"s truly affected, taking over. You just want your humpies and you"ll do anything to get it; you all will," she said, no longer talking to just the ever mewling teacher.
"Humpies"¦" the teacher muttered, feeling her pussy juices spill out steadily while her mind went crazy with pleasure.
"Yes, your humpies. Who wants humpies? Who wants to be my big baby who needs their diapers for everything. Who does?"
"Me! Me!!!" the girl screeched again while the lotion was pushed in and out. The girl felt the scents of lotion leak into her pores and could feel the animal part of her brain waking up; just as the doctor had announced. Her juices finally exploded in pure ecstasy as she ejaculating over and over onto the doctor"s hands. As it happened, the girl finally realized what she had just done. She would never be a grownup and never look after a child again. She would always need her diapers, need the doctor and toddle around just like a two year old. She would giggle unabashed at things, drool, mess in public and even scream when things didn"t go her way. She would be a filthy brat; but as these things came up as warnings in her mind, they became snuffed out as the animalistic part of her brain took over. She giggled up at the doctor, smiling with a thin layer of drool caking her lips and chin.
"There we go, feeling better?" the doctor asked, smiling at the giggling lady. The former teacher crawled onto her hands and knees, naked with her sex dripping and crawled into the circle of babies to join them. "Well, then, I think I"ll be needing some help to watch after all of you wonderful babies!" she said, gushing. She then took out her phone and starting dialing some numbers in while it made an audible noise with each keypress. "Yep, it"s me. Yeah- yeah, just come down to the daycare, bring your friends. K, bye!"
The doctor made quick work of diapering up the teacher and gathering each baby into a circle. She had them play silly games and and encouraged them all to play along or use their diapers or act in a manner befitting of the big babies they had become.
"Hmm, what do we have here?" The doctor walked up to Stephen and stuck her hand in the back of his diaper, pulling the top of the waistband back. Stephen felt it and turned around, blushing slightly. "Tsk, tsk, such a messy little boy. But don"t worry, my special girls should be here any moment and then you"ll get a nice diaper change!"
"Huh?" Stephen tried to get out, but was quickly silenced when the teacher popped a large pacifier gently into his mouth. He felt the rubbery texture touch his tongue and instively he began to suckle away over and over.
The front door to the daycare then jiggled several times as a group of giggling tall girls entered, shoving their way inside. Stephen turned around and his jaw dropped to the floor. Standing in the doorway were four girls, each one looked more outlandish than the last. The first one seemed to be college age, like the rest of them, only her hair was dyed bright pink and tied in pigtails. Her clothes consisted of a rather short skirt and a white shirt. Embroided on the shirt was a childish looking badge of some kind. The other three were dressed similarly, though there was no denying just what each one had in common under their clothes. The first giggled a bit and walked forward, her bottom crinkling quite profoundly.
"Like, hi, Doctor Andy," the girl said in a bubbly tone. "We"re here!"
"Yeah!" the other three cheered and jumped up and down.
"Good, are you all well padded?"
Without any regard for shame, each girl bent over and stuck their butts high up into the air. Each one sported a pristinely white diaper that crinkled with their every step.
"Excellent, good girls. Who’s ready to watch after some babies?"
The first girl turned around and bounced on her feet, looking happy as a clam. "I am, me, me, me! Can I change one of the babies? Please?" she pleased, looking into the doctor"s eyes with pure admiration and just a hint of lust. She bit her lip, her eyes widening, begging her to say yes.
The doctor walked up to the brave girl and scratched behind her ears; the girl letting out a soft moan of ecstasy. "Such a good girl. Who were you again? Ah, Jessica. What was it you had said to me?" the doctor asked rhetorically, and then chuckled as her face lit up in recocinition. "That"s right. "I"ll never be your baby freak, what you"re doing is illegal and when my parents find out, you"re gonna be locked away forever!"
The girl blushed, remembering saying these very words; even if she currently did not mean them. "I"m so-sorry-"
The doctor laughed and placed her finger on the girl"s lips, smiling. "It"s okay, you don"t mean it now. You were a clever girl in college, trying to be independent and strong. But now you"re not, now your my little charge, eager to please. Eager to be the best babysitter in the whole wide world, no?"
The girl nodded furiously. "Oh, yes, please doctor. I"ll do anything to make you happy"¦ anything."
The doctor winked and pointed off toward little Stephen. "See that little boy? Something smells on him, can you guess what that is?"
"Yay!" The girl clapped her hands softly and wasted no time in running up to him. She stuck her hand into his diaper and pulled back, sniffing the air. "Oh my, such a stinky baby. Time for a changey!"
The other girls soon joined in, gushing over Stephen and making a quick effort to lay down a changing pad and other supplies for him. Rachel watched on in interest, biting her lip, breathing heavily.
"Just relax, little one, we"ll get you out of that stinky diaper and into a nice, clean one!" Jessica announced, gushing at the thought. Stephen nodded, suckling his pacifier faster and faster. The diaper was quickly untaped, revealing the stinky mess and a hard peepee. Just the sight of the silly, giggling girls and their relatively hot looking makeup and clothes sent his hormones on fire. He mewled into the pacifier, humping his peepee toward the girls, his messy diaper crinkling up and down.
"D"aww," all four girls said in unison.
"Does something need their sticky peepees?" Jessica asked. Stephen nodded furiously. He most certainly did. "I don"t know. Is it okay, Doctor Anderson?"
She nodded. "You better hurry, the room"s starting to stink, sweetie."
The girl reached for his throbbing little peepee and started tickling it up and down. Stephen moaned, biting on his pacifier harder and harder.
"Oh, who needs to make sticky peepees?"
"That"s it darling. Don"t think about being a smart, independent young lady. Think about how many babies you"ll get to take care of. All of those stinky diapers you get to change, and just how many sticky peepees you"ll get to cause and experience," the doctor said seductively, watching the smiling, pigtailed girl bob the "big babies" penis up and down.
"Yes"¦ I- I want that so badly. I hate college! I- I hate being a smart girl!" she said, her rage at the prospect fueling her arm to pump her hard harder and faster.
"Do you?"
"Of course! My stupid mom and stupid dad wanted me to take more classes, but I told them no! I screamed at them, I said I wanted to be a stupid diapered girl! I want to pee my diapers and change babies and just be a silly little girl! I like ponies and acting silly and oh god"¦ those diapers," the girl said, her eyes nearly disappearing into her sockets. She sniffed the scent of Stephen"s soggy and poopy diaper as she nearly collapsed from pure ecstasy.
Stephen bit his lip, feeling the constant pleasure being quite literally pumped through his penis again and again. The crazed girl before him showed no sign of stopping or slowing down. His penis twitched again and again, yet the pleasurable torture would not cerase.
"I see, I bet your parents were pretty angry with you," the doctor said, enjoying the sights.
The girl giggled like mad. "They wanted me to see a psychiatrist, but I wouldn"t let them! I broke out of my room - they had locked it on me - and I joined up with my new friends! We did just as you asked. We shaved our bodies, put on diapers and dressed like silly little girls," she said, still enjoying the scents of Stephen"s not so clean diaper. "Hehe, then you know what I did next?" she asked in a crazy tone.
"What?"
"Hehe, I walked into my college and quit. Then, hehe, I walked up to the Dean and took a big long peepee on his desk, right in front of him! I then untapped my diaper and left it there; he saw it all. I"ll never be a smarty pants college girl again!" the girl exclaimed, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. As if it made her feel proud of who she now was: The Doctor"s little Slave girl.
"Oh my, you"re such a good girl. Yes you are. You get to be my little helper forever and ever. No big girl school for you. You get to spend the rest of your silly days in diapers, doing what I want. Changing babies, looking after them and making sure they make lots and lots of little stickies"¦ speaking of which. You better watch your hand there," the doctor said, pointing toward Stephen"s privates. She giggled when the girl looked down.
"Oops"¦"
"Oops indeed," the doctor said.
Stephen couldn"t take it anymore. His penis exploded more profoundly than it ever had before. Gobs and gobs of sticky white liquid shot all over his penis, his messy diaper, Jessica"s hand shirt and even shot forward onto her own white padding.
"I"m sorry," the girl squeaked out, blushing as her padding had been profoundly soaked.
"Oh, don"t you worry, darling. You didn"t know, and you were awfully excited. Now why don"t you go clean you both up; there"s a change of, erm, clothes in the back closest I believe.
"Kay!" The girl said, and left the big baby in charge of her fellow "sisters" while she skipped off, her slimy diaper crinkling all the way.
"Wow"¦" Rachel said under her breath. "Sticky peepees"¦ I think I like sticky peepees," she said, smiling at the future prospect of "play" with her new boyfriend. She gazed at him while the other girls wiped him down and readied a new diaper. Stephen looked quite content, quite happy to just lay there in a blissful, post orgasmic induced haze. Everything felt great in the world.
"Well, then, I think my little experiment so far is a rousing success," the doctor said, smiling sly. "Hmm, but it"s not big enough," she muttered, looking at the giggling schoolgirls. She smiled and reached for her mysterious jar of baby lotion. "Well, no time like the present. I"ll just have to make more."
Doctor Anderson picked up her phone and clicked on Google Maps. She sorted through it and went to search for something. She clicked and clicked, until her eyes finally lit up. "Bingo, a brand new college. Oh, I"m going to need more of this lotion"¦ much more."
Rachel cralwed over to Stephen the moment the diapering had finished. She laid down next to him and pushed her crinkling, bubble butt next to his. He looked over, still suckling his pacifier and and smiled. "Hi, Rafel," he said, the dummy forcing him to lisp.
"Hi"¦ that was so weird"¦ but so cool," she said, gushing almost as much as the "big girl" who had caused it.
"Fwanks."
"Sure"¦ can I do that sometime?" she blurted out, her cheeks flaring up.
"Okay!"
"Really? Yay!" she clapped her hands and then snuggled her head onto his shoulder. "Yay"¦" she said groggily, yawning.
The two snuggled together as the doctor and other big girls announced it was now time for the babies daily (in this case nightly) naps. They were all gathered together on large blankets, each being paired up to snuggle with one another.
"Sleep well, little ones," Doctor Anderson said, smiling at her amased collection of wonderfully big babies. "Sleep well"¦"
Stephen's Lotion
by: 1magus | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 21, 2018
Stories of Age/Time Transformation