From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Clinic [1/2] (MF, fetish, infantilism)
Date: 13 Feb 1996 04:00:35 GMT

			      The Clinic
			     Chapter One

	Ann was stunned as she hung up the phone. She'd known John had
been going to the Centre's clinic about his headaches and stomach
problems, but didn't know he'd been seeing a lady shrink.

	He'd mentioned he'd seen the psychologist who'd given him some
relaxation and meditation exercises to follow, and they had seemed to
help. But he'd never mentioned seeing another doctor, and a young
woman at that, from her voice.

	Now, the doctor wanted to see her next week at 4:30 during
John's "session" whatever that was all about, and talk with her about
helping John with his problems.

	Dr. Whetmore had said not to say anything to John about their
conversation or next week's visit, which had seemed strange, but then
she didn't want John upset. She had assured Ann there was nothing to
worry about, but she felt Ann could really help John with his problems
and help him on the road to recovery. She'd said she'd seen this in
lots of young executives who were under terrible strain to produce as
they moved up in their careers.

	John was the Director of Public Relations for the Centre and
had just taken over this position from his predecessor about a year
ago. It was just about six months ago that John had started getting
these headaches and stomach aches that had sent him to the Centre's
clinic.

	About that time he'd come home and told Ann that he thought
there was some "funny business" going on with the way the clinic was
run, but that he needed more evidence before he told her more.

	He was always such a straight arrow, and with the amount of
government work the Centre did, he felt it his duty to find out if
there was something going on that wasn't right. He'd occasionally tell
her things about some of the research the clinic did, but since much
of it was `hush hush' he couldn't tell much except it involved some
high tech "brainwashing" and "mind control" stuff.

	Much of the work the Centre for the Advancement of Psychology,
or CAP as it was called by the employees, did was just normal
psychology research with rats, and such or studying which colors had
what affect on people, and relaxation methods and techniques for
stressed out executives or high ranking government people.

	It was a fast paced environment and there was a lot of stress,
so CAP ran its own private health clinic with a full range of services
from general medical to addiction rehab, to psychology and psychiatry.

	John had gone to the clinic about three months ago and lately
it seemed to have helped. His stomach aches were far less frequent and
his headaches seemed to go away when he closed his eyes and just let
himself relax. He seemed to hum some silly mantra or something, kind
of like a familiar lullaby, but it seemed to help and he was in a much
better mood, except when Ann brought up the subject of starting a
family.

	With John at age 33 and she at age 30, she felt it was time,
and she badly wanted a baby before it was too late. She was surprised
at how few of the women she knew whose husbands worked at the clinic
had children, but they seemed to poo-poo it by saying "We have our
pets, and careers, and besides these silly men are just like children
anyway."

	Many of the wives worked right at the Centre, and many of them
worked in the special Daycare where workers and local townspeople
received excellent day care and nursery care for their pre-schoolers,
but Ann so far hadn't been interested in a "career", especially with
other people's children and babies.

		  The Visit and the Secret Revealed

	The week had gone uneventfully, and John seemed much better.
He'd been sleeping so soundly, he'd wet his bed twice that week, but
Ann didn't have the heart to scold him or make fun of him. He seemed
embarrassed enough when he woke up and had to change his bed and PJs.

	He'd been listening to some tape or something the doctor had
given him, but all Ann could hear was music and nature sounds. It
seemed very relaxing and soothing, but Ann didn't have time for that
nonsense.

	Finally, Friday afternoon at 4:25 Ann sat waiting for Dr.
Whetmore, when Dr. Rotman came out and invited her into his office to
"talk" before they went in to see John and his associate.

	While they talked, Dr. Rotman explained that much of John's
problems were due to the stress of his job, and this silly
"investigation" he'd started, and finally decided to drop. His
pressure and the strain were making him a little paranoid, seeing
"bogey men everywhere" as Dr. Rotman explained it.

	While the doctor was talking he kept playing with a small
shiny ball on a thin metal chain, kind of like a pendulum, and Ann was
fascinated by it as it swung back and forth, back and forth, back and
forth, with a gentle, steady rhythm, and the soft click, click as it
hit the other ball. She found it hard to concentrate on what the
doctor said at first, but then it seemed so much easier, as she
relaxed and just listened to him while she watched the ball.

	Finally, the doctor said, "Let's go see Dr. Whetmore and John,
Ann so we can find how to help John with is problems."

	Ann found herself rising and taking the doctor's arm as they
walked slowly to the room at the end of the hall, and the doctor kept
talking slowly and softly to her reassuring her everything would be
all right, just as long as she accepted John's problem and helped him
to get over the stresses he was feeling.

	As they entered the room, Ann saw an attractive young woman
sitting in a chair beside a couch talking to a man who was lying on
the couch with headphones on and with a small tube going into his arm.
He was covered with a blanket up to his chest, and Ann could see his
feet were bare and he was fast asleep.

	As Dr. Rotman introduced the woman, Ann learned she was Dr.
Janet Whetmore, a psychiatrist who dealt with special problems like
John's. Dr. Whetmore talked softly to Ann for a while, and Ann began
to really trust Dr. Whetmore and to like her as though she were a
long time friend and confidante.

	The two doctors exchanged knowing smiles, then Dr. Whetmore
offered Ann a glass of juice which she gratefully drank. After a few
seconds she felt very "alive" and "able to listen" to Dr. Whetmore and
hung on her every word.

	Dr. Whetmore explained she was a psychiatrist who dealt with
special problems, called paraphilia. She explained these were fetishes
or sexual interests in objects or things, like feet, or clothing or a
special time in life. She explained many men wanted to dress up in
women's clothing, and this was called transvestitism and the "love of
womens' clothing". She explained that a lot of men in important
positions, like John's, found the stresses of everyday life caused
them to want to escape into an easier life, where they had no
responsibilities, and a time when they were cared for as babies.

	These men wanted to wear baby clothing, and be dressed as
babies, especially in diapers and baby panties, and to wet their
diapers like little babies.

	Unfortunately, their desires and their positions created
further stresses and conflicts and this sometimes made them sick,
especially if there was stress at home, or they were afraid their wife
wouldn't accept their fetish. Then they could get really sick and have
a breakdown.

	Ann felt very sad, and sorry for these type of men. How could
their wives be so mean as to deny them this outlet for their stresses.
The doctor had explained these people were called infantilists, who
loved to dress and play as babies, but didn't want to actually play
"with babies" or children at all. They just wanted to be babied and
loved the way a mommy loved her little baby.

	In most ways they were as normal as any man, and could be
capable lovers and supporters, but needed to be babied sometimes to
relieve stress and escape from the pressures of their demanding roles
and jobs.

	As Ann thought about this it seemed to make so much sense, and
besides here was this learned doctor, her new friend, explaining it
all softly to her, and telling her she felt it was all right.

	Finally, Dr. Whetmore said, "John is an infantilist Ann. He
wants to wear diapers and baby panties, and be treated as a baby
sometimes to help him relieve the pressure of his job. That is why he
has been so sick, especially when you told him you wanted to have a
new baby in your family. It made him think you wanted someone new to
love and care for and that you wouldn't accept the baby inside him and
let it come out.

	"John is lying here now, Ann and has been listening to a
special tape I made for him to help him feel better physically and to
help him feel better about himself. He also has been receiving an IV
with pentathol in it so we can talk to him and ask him questions and
get the honest answers. Would you like to talk to John and ask him
about his being a baby, Ann?"

	Ann paused for a second, while she thought about her husband,
the 33 year old executive, being a baby, then finally said, "I'm not
sure, but I should find out. If that's what he needs to get better,
then I should know how to help him. I do love him, and don't want to
hurt him!!"

	"Very good Ann, come and sit over here, where John can see you
and you can talk. I'll speak to him for a few minutes then you can ask
him questions."

	As Ann pulled her chair over closer to the couch, she
recognized the young man now as her husband John. The doctor talked to
John for a few minutes and finally said, "John, your wife Ann is here
now and wants to talk to you. She knows you want to be a big baby,
and to be her baby, so you can feel comfortable about talking to her.
Be a good boy and answer her questions honestly and properly, just as
you do for me."

	To Ann she said, "Go ahead, Ann, ask him anything you want."

	Ann hesitated at first then said, "John do you feel better
knowing I know you want to be babied??" to which he replied "Yes, much
better," then asked her "Do you want to baby me??"

	Ann didn't know what to say for sure, but finally said, "I
think so, but I don't have much experience. What do I have to do??"

	At this, Dr. Whetmore interrupted, and said, "Ann, you just
have to treat John like a baby. Love him, take care of him. Feed him
when he's hungry, help him get dressed, and change his wet or dirty
diapers when he need changing. You can do that can't you??"

	At first Ann seemed a little shocked by the idea of changing
diapers on her husband, but then as the doctor told her it was just
like playing dolls, and when she used to babysit for the babies in her
neighbourhood, she decided it was easy and would be Ok.

	Finally, Dr. Rotman gently pulled down the blanket, and Dr.
Whetmore talked to Ann, "See Ann, John is wearing diapers and baby
panties just like a little baby. He wet his diapers too, like a little
baby. John likes to wear diapers and to wet them like a baby, and
needs his diaper changed now, just like a little baby. You can do that
can't you Ann."

	As Ann said, "Yes," the doctor led her over to the couch and
gave her a fresh diaper. She had some difficulty at first, and John
seemed to squirm around a bit, but as Ann talked soothingly to him,
much like a mother with an infant at changing time, he settled back,
and Ann finally got the diaper on him and the panties pulled up.

	Ann felt a small pin prick in her arm, then began to feel very
sleepy, yet her mind seemed sharp and clear and she could hear her
friend talking to her. She could see herself taking care of John at
home at night and on weekends, with John crawling around and playing
in a big playpen. She was a happy mommy now with her baby around the
house, and loved changing his wet, or messy diapers.

	John was much happier now, and a very good baby. Sometimes he
was more like a little boy, but always his diapers reminded her and
him that he was still a diapered baby.

	The doctor told her she would give Ann two sets of tapes to
listen to for the next week until their next session. One just for
John and one for Ann. They should listen to the one with words each
evening before bed, then the one with the music all night. This would
help them accept their new roles of mommy and baby much easier and
help John get better and feel better much sooner.

	Each week from now on, they would come together for their
appointments, and Ann should keep John diapered at bedtime from now
on, and whenever possible around the house. If John started wetting
his pants during the day, she should scold him like a toddler and then
put him in daytime diapers too.

	It was Ok for John to wear diapers at work, since many of the
other men wore diapers too, to relieve stress. Later on Dr. Whetmore
would introduce Ann to other mommies who had big babies at home, so
they could exchange ideas and babysit for each other.

	Ann found herself warming to these ideas, and began to like
the ideas of having John toddling around the house in just a diaper,
panties and T-shirt. If she wasn't to have any little babies at home,
at least she could have a big baby at home.

	Soon, both John and Ann were sitting chatting with the
doctors, and Ann found herself quite relaxed discussing the "needs"
John would soon have. A diaper bag, about two dozen cloth diapers and
a dozen plastic panties, some bottles and perhaps some special rompers
and playsuits.

			Back to the Beginning

	As Ann and John left, Dr. Whetmore smiled to herself. She
turned to Dr. Rotman and said, "You were a good boy today Danny. I
guess by now you need your didees changed too don't you Snookums??"

	Dr. Rotman seemed to change before her eyes. He started
snivelling and then spoke in a little boy voice "Yes nana, me all
pissy. Need didee change peez," and Dr. Whetmore proceeded to have him
lie down on the couch and gently changed his soaking diapers then gave
him a bottle and talked gently to the sleeping baby.

	In about a half hour, the two doctors left for home. Danny was
meekly carrying his diaper bag and teddy in one hand while he held
"nana's" hand with his other hand.

	As she drove home, Janet mused to herself. Since coming to the
Centre six years ago she never dreamed how successful this would be.
She smiled as they passed the town limits and she read the sign
"Coucheville" and translated from French to English, Diaper Town.

	It was appropriately named.

	Dr. Whetmore had worked in psychology and behaviour research
for nearly fifteen years, with seven of those spent working on special
government "brain washing" and behaviour modification projects for
various intelligent agencies. She had learned her trade well and was
considered one of the best behaviour modification specialists in
Canada, after leaving the US government service to take up this
position.

	When her friend, Dr. Joyce Lovely, had told her of the need
for a new directory of Abnormal Behaviour, Janet had jumped at the
chance. Funding was virtually unlimited since many major corporations
poured money into the Centre for their research into buyer motivation,
and the US and other governments funded special projects for
modification studies.

	Janet's specialty had always been paraphilia, the love of
objects or things not normally related to sexual acts. In private
practise she had learned quite a bit about what motivated certain
individuals to want to wear clothing normally reserved for the
opposite gender, or to wear leather or rubber. What had always
fascinated her, though, were the infantilists or adult babies. They
wanted to wear baby clothing, especially diapers, and then wanted to
use their diapers like little babies, and be changed or fed or treated
as much like babies as possible.

	As she studied this particular group she learned many of them
had deep seated ties back to their baby or infant years and longed for
the sensations of soft baby clothes, the feelings of uncontrolled
urination or defecation and the resulting sensations of wetting or
filling their diapers. The sense of helplessness and complete lack of
responsibility associated with being a baby gave them similar feelings
of irresponsibility for their actions, allowing them to do or feel
whatever they wanted.

	When the US government first approached her she couldn't
understand why they wanted her especially, but as the interviews and
security clearances were underway she soon understood. They wanted her
to develop programs to instill the feelings and desires normal for a
transvestite or infantilist, then associate these with strong guilt
feelings to let them get control of various undercover enemies or
individuals the government wanted to control.

	In the six years she was allowed to develop her "programs" she
continued to "treat" outside patients, particularly the TV and adult
baby patients, to help increase their feelings and release their
inhibitions as fully as possible, and then learn their motivations,
the "hot buttons" that turned them on so to speak, until she knew
exactly what to do to "create" a TV or adult baby personality from
scratch. In the final two years several anti-government leaders had
been programmed to become adult babies or TVs or better yet sissy
babies, male adult babies who wanted to dress and act like baby girls,
and then had their compulsions put them in compromising positions
where their credibility was shot.

	Finally, she'd had enough and working on her director with her
advanced hypnotic and conditioning skills managed to effect her
release from the government service.

	When Joyce had explained the setup at the Centre, and told her
of her ultimate plan, Janet was shocked, disbelieving and enthralled.

	Coucheville was originally a regular town, but as the Centre
grew in importance, and became the main employer, then the sole
employer the town slowly died and the Centre families where the only
inhabitants. This made it an ideal location for the government work
the Centre did. No one would ask questions.

	Joyce had used her own considerable skills with hypnosis and
subliminal programming to get control of the two original senior
directors until she had the virtual control of the Centre and its
unlimited source of funds. Over a two year period, each of the male
executives was programmed to obey her. This way, the men still kept up
the front of a male dominated and controlled organization, which kept
the government happy, yet Joyce was actually at the head controlling
the men.

	Unfortunately, Joyce found the strain of constant programming
and creating a submissive personality also began to breakdown the
men's effectiveness at work, and soon they "burned out", and became
useless except for menial chores or minor functions where creativity
or decision making capability was not required.

	As they talked, Joyce and Janet formed a devious and very
effective plan. Janet would use her incredible knowledge and skills
to develop the same effeminate or infantile drives in the men that
they needed to control, and would then work on the women to continue
reinforcing these desires and controls at home. The men would still be
able to function normally but would be as dependent on their "mommies"
or nana as babies. The TV converts would be shamed into obedience for
fear of exposure.

	For the first two years, half the men had been feminized and
half had been infantilized. Finally, they decided the adult babies
were much easier to control than the TVs, since fear and shame often
resulted in poor performance. The "babies" were trained to lose all
bladder control at all times, and both bladder and bowel control
except when meeting with outsiders like government officials. The
constant wearing of diapers reminded them of their dependence on mommy
or nannies.

	Finally, the wives were brought into the picture and were
programmed to see their husbands as babies at all times, and then come
to work at the Centre. Many were secretaries to their baby husbands
and fed the necessary instructions to their husbands just as they fed
them their formula bottles or baby food. Those husbands who didn't
require a secretary would find mommy in the Daycare centre or nursery
and go their for their meals and changes whenever possible.

	As Coucheville grew, the Centre developed its own schools,
medical centres and all the facilities a small town would need, with
the best teachers, doctors and facilities available.

	As Joyce and Janet discovered the one problem became
procreation and the existing children born prior to the new programs.

	They developed a program to have the women not want other
babies, since they would always have their baby husbands around. When
it was necessary for a woman to give birth to keep the population at
necessary levels, certain husbands would be allowed to "make a little
baby for mommy". At all other times mommy was completely happy with
baby's tongue being artfully applied to the desired location, or could
listen to a special tape for half an hour and experience orgasmic
heaven while they listened.

	The existing children were all "programmed" as required. Girls
were taught to be dominant and independent. They were trained to keep
the boys as babies as much as possible. The boys who were already
toilet trained were retrained and back in diapers in just a week or
so. Once in diapers, the baby feelings, needs and desires were
emphasized until their personalities developed into the dependent,
submissive nature of most babies.

	Boys with good intellects and skills were educated at the
Coucheville schools and taught an accelerated program to develop the
particular skills they required for the job they were to learn. This
way a skilled workforce would always be available.

	A few girls and young women were similarly trained to keep a
balance of skilled and necessary workers.

	Over the last year, not a single male was toilet trained, and
all wore and used diapers constantly. The twewnty-five males who had
reached maturity and were ready to marry were "prepared" and matched
with suitable females, and then fully introduced to a life of complete
babyhood during their honeymoon period. Thereafter they were obedient,
diapered little submissives for their mommy who kept them in line and
ready to do whatever was required of them.

	John, with whom she and Danny Rotman had just finished the
10th session, had been the first, and the last outsider to come to
Coucheville.

	He had come to Coucheville two and a half years ago, when the
Centre needed some fresh public relations talent. The present director
of PR had been one of the original TV submissives, and had begun to be
ineffective at raising the funds they needed for their special
training program. Somehow both she and Joyce had slipped up on making
sure John was properly indoctrinated, and it wasn't until John had
started his "investigation" about a year ago that they realized their
mistake.

	Janet had had John's work area equipped with a special "white
noise" generator, which actually played subliminal messages that would
cause his stomach aches and headaches simulating stress from overwork.
Finally, John had gone to the Centre's clinic to see Dr. Rotman,
Janet's personal `pet', for treatment.

	Danny had introduced John to the new "relaxation" and
"meditation" treatments for stress, which in actual fact were
subliminal conditioning and hypnosis techniques she'd developed to
lure unsuspecting new trainees into her program. John had been
particularly resistant to hypnotic suggestion, and finally Janet had
had to take over his "treatments" once Danny had him under.

	The last four sessions she'd used two new drugs the Centre had
developed for the government to break down a person's resistance to
hypnotic programming to ensure John accepted her suggestions. When he
started wetting his bed last week, she knew he was well on the road to
diapered domination. Now she just had to prepare his mommy to accept
her proper role.

	Ann at least was a much easier subject, and Janet was sure she
would willingly and easily play her role once she listened to her own
tapes a few times. Next week's visits should be VERY interesting.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Subject: The Clinic 2/2
Date: 1996/12/31

			     The Clinic
			     Chapter Two
			   A New Beginning

	As Ann and John drove home, she kept fingering the small
package Dr. Whetmore had given her. She really liked Dr. Whetmore,
and hoped she could help John with his problems.

	It seemed a little "silly" to have her grown husband in
diapers, but if this was what he needed to get better, then so be it.
Besides she'd always like playing dolls and dress-up when she was a
little girl, and when she was babysitting she had always liked looking
at the little boys when she changed their diapers.

	She even remembered one boy who was twelve years old when she
was just starting to give up babysitting. She was seventeen then, and
had learned quite a bit about boys and girls, and had even felt some
of her boyfriends getting hard in their pants when she rubbed them the
right way. They seemed to like it when she pressed gently on the
front, but most of them just became helpless and engrossed in what she
was doing to them, until they came in their pants like babies wetting
their pants.

	Ann had like playing with this twelve year old boy who still
wore diapers because he was a bed wetter, and watched him get all
funny looking when she changed his diapers and rubbed him with baby
lotion. He seemed to go in his diapers too, but he never got them
sticky like her older boyfriends, and usually peed his diaper right
after he got soft again, so she'd have to change him to put him back
to sleep.

	Now her husband of eight years was wearing diapers, and was
going to start using his diaper just like the little babies Ann had
babysat for so few years ago.

	They got in the house and Ann prepared dinner for she and
John. They talked animatedly about the revelations of this afternoon
with the two doctors, and both felt comfortable discussing John's baby
needs. After dinner, as John pulled out the plug from the sink he wet
his diaper.

	Turning to Ann he said, "Please, Annie can you change my
diaper. I'm all wet," to which Ann replied "C'mon now John you can
still change your own diapers. You're not a little baby yet!!"

	Just yesterday these words would have seemed so strange to
Ann, but already she was beginning to accept the inevitable change in
her and John's relationship.

	Reluctantly, John went to their room and changed his own
diaper, returning to the living room wearing a big blue disposable
diaper and Polo shirt.

	As they sat looking thru the material Dr. Whetmore had given
them, Ann was amazed at how much their was for adult babies, as most
of the infantilists were called. An organization in California, called
DPF had a regular newsletter, and magazines and tons of stories for
adult babies. They even had special big cloth diapers and baby
panties, and cute baby styled clothing for big babies. The man who ran
DPF, Tommy, was a big baby himself, and sure looked cute in his
rompers and diapers.

	There were other magazines from Infantae Press in Seattle,
Washington, and a lady in California, named Florence, who ran Amber E.
They all had lots of letters from big babies who were so happy to be
able to return to their bottles, and diapers and panties and having
found mommies or daddies to take care of them when they needed some
babying.

	Ann particularly found an article entitled "The Mommy
Solution" from DPF helpful in understanding John's needs. She almost
felt like crying after she read it, wishing she could be a mommy to
all those babies in search of a mommy.

	As she put down the last article, she noticed it was almost
9:30. They'd better get going if they were going to listen to their
special tapes then get to bed. She noticed John was wet, and said,
"Get you diaper bag for mommy John. You need your didee changed."

	It felt strange, but natural, especially after reading the
Mommy Solution. Ann wanted to try and help John.

	As John dutifully returned with his diaper bag, Ann told him
to lie down, stripped off his wet diaper, then powdered him, put on a
fresh disposable diaper, then put his headphones on him, connected to
his personal cassette tape player and switched on the tape for him.
Then she sat opposite him in her easy chair and switched on her own
cassette player.

	In minutes, both had their eyes closed, looking to all like
they were sound asleep, while their subconscious minds absorbed Dr.
Whetmores suggestions for their new life, as baby Johnny and mommy.
Their minds were like empty sponges soaking up Dr. Whetmore's
suggestions and instructions.

	Ann was "learning" to be a good, stern mommy and to keep baby
Johnny in his diapers and plastic panties as much as possible. Johnny
was reliving the pleasures of babyhood, the feelings and sensations of
warm wet diapers, and squish messy diapers. The feelings of
helplessness and dependence as he wet or messed his diapers
uncontrollably or waiting for mommy to give him his bottle.

	When they woke up, Ann viewed John in a new light. He seemed
somehow smaller, more defenseless, like a baby needing mommy's
protection. John too felt differently about Ann. She was now the
stronger, the one who would and could give him what he craved and
needed, if he was a good little boy and did what she told him.

	Ann looked at his sodden diaper, and jokingly but sternly
said, "Well, you are quite a little pisser aren't you. Get up to beddy
bye and I'll change your diapers for bedtime. Looks like you're going
to need a nice, thick diaper to get thru the night, aren't you
sweetie."

	John smiled then meekly said, "Yes mama. I need thick diapers
`cuz I wet a lot at niteenites. Thank you mama," and toddled off to
their bedroom.

	Ann giggled at the sight of her husband toddling up the stairs
in his sodden diaper. He actually looked like a toddler with a load in
his diaper the way he was walking.

	Ann seemed to know there were a couple of "special" diapers in
John's diaper bag, and as she took them out, was shocked at their
size. They were huge, but designed just like the ones she'd seen for
little babies in the department stores a couple of years ago. They
were made with eight layers of thick cotton flannel, and then had
another insert made of another eight layers of flannel sewn in at the
top and bottom. That meant John would be wearing sixteen of thick
flannel in the diaper, which was kind of like quadruple diapering a
real baby. He probably wouldn't be able to walk with that much between
his legs, but then where did he have to go. The bathroom was "out of
bounds" while he was diapered, and those special locking diaper pins
she found in his bag, would make sure of that.

	She found it kind of "kinky" as she thought of trussing her
husband up in these super thick diapers, then locking them on with the
heavy locking pins and keeping him that way until morning. As an after
thought, she took two baby bottles she'd almost missed out of the bag,
and filled them with warm water and cranberry juice. Somehow she
seemed to know this combination would make him wet more heavily during
the night, so he'd be sure to wake up in very wet diapers the next
morning.

	Just as she hoped, John had put out his changing pad and
mattress protector on his side of the bed, and was lying there waiting
to be changed. She gingerly removed the wet diaper, thinking "The
little bugger must have wet again to be this wet," then cleansed him
off with a big baby wipes. Next she liberally spread vaseline all
over his bottom and took extra pains with his weewee and front
noticing the effect her gentle massage was having on his penis. Just
before it looked like he'd "erupt" she pulled the thick diaper up
between his legs, leaving him with a stiff hard on tucked safely in
sixteen of diaper flannel. The pins snapped in place in a flash and
then on went the plastic panties.

	All this fooling around was making her horny, but with John
all trussed up in his diaper, what was she to do. Then an idea struck
her. Babies were supposed to be very oral, so let's see how oral baby
Johnny was.

	"Johnny, mommy got you all ready for niteenites, but mommy
wants some loving from her baby. Can you make mommy happy too??"

	John said, "Sure hon, just let me get these off then I'll
really show you some loving, then you can get me ready for beddy bye
again. Huh... What the heck??"

	"Oh no Johnny. Once mommy puts your didees on for nitee nites
they have to stay on until mommy changes you in the morning. Besides,
babies who have to wear diapers shouldn't have their little weewee
outside their didees and panties, or they might have a nasty accident
and peepee all over the bed or mommy.

	I think you know another way baby can make mommy very happy!!"
and Ann gently but firmly pulled John's head to her chest then put her
nipple just inches from his mouth.

	John didn't need another hint, and soon was sucking and
tonguing her nipples, arousing her to new heights of pleasure. As Ann
gently pushed his searching mouth downward, he found a new "nipple" to
suck on and with Ann's urging soon learned to use his lips, tongue and
mouth to bring her time and again to the heights of ecstasy.

	John felt a new calm, peacefulness and a sense of helpless
dependence on this strong woman who was his mommy now, and as he felt
her quiver for the fifth time, felt his bladder emptying hotly,
uncontrollably into his diapers and felt like he too was reaching the
heights of orgasm, except his little weewee was softly, limply being
bathed in his peepee as he helplessly wet his diapers uncontrollably
while pleasing his mommy.

	Little Johnnie was learning his lessons well, and would find
himself soon conditioned to repeat his lessons over and over again.

	As Ann came down from heights she'd never know possible she
could faintly smell the urine in John's diapers and pulled him gently
towards her breasts again. As John suckled calmly, contentedly she
began gently rubbing his diaper at the front and soon felt the swell
of his manhood. She kept saying "Johnnie likes the feeling of his
warm, wet diapers doesn't he?? It feels so nice to be in wet diapers
sucking mommy's titties like a little baby again doesn't it?? Mommy
loves her baby Johnny. Good baby Johnny wants to wet his diapers all
the time so mommy can make him feel good too."

	John's subconscious was clouded by the sensations in his
mouth, his diaper region and especially in his cock as Ann gently
stroked his erection in his warm, wet diapers. Soon he was oblivious
to everything except the sensations and her words, and he KNEW it sure
felt good to wet his diapers and to wear wet diapers like a baby.

	As he came explosively, Ann kept saying "Good baby Johnny,
you're wetting your diapers again. It feels so good to wet your
diapers. Good baby." and John's helpless subconscious made the
indelible connection between the pleasure of orgasm and wetting his
diapers helplessly. He was hooked and convinced wetting his diapers
made him feel this good.

	Ann, his wife of six years, was turning him into a helpless
wetter and he loved it.

	As they drifted off to sleep, Ann turned on John's headset,
then her own, and they both slept soundly, deeply, letting their
subconscious minds absorb the pleasures of their new roles.

	Tomorrow would see another small phase in the growth of their
relationship, until Dr. Whetmore took them to the next platform.

	A New Day Dawns

	Ann was awakened to the warm wetness of John's overflowing
diapers. He'd wet so heavily during the night he'd super-saturated
the diapers, leaking at the pant-legs and wetting the changing pad and
the bed. His loud sucking had also served to wake her, and she gently
pulled his thumb from his mouth and gave him the remainder of his
bottle from last night.

	Obviously he'd taken the one bottle and drained it himself
during the night, while she slept, and started the second before going
to sleep again. At any rate, he sure was wet. She'd try a little test
and see how he felt about it.

	As John finished the bottle, he seemed to wake himself, and
Ann said "Well sleepy head, you sure slept soundly last night. How's
it feel to wake in pissy diapers, like a little baby."

	To her surprise, John said, "Mmmmm, it feels real nice. It's
so nice and warm and make me feel peaceful. Thank you for helping me
Ann. I know I can be a good baby for you."

	Ann smiled, then said, "Well pissy pants, time to get you up,
changed and then off to work. You've still got a job to do and you
can't stay in those sopping diapers all day or you'll get a horrible
rash. Off you go to the shower.

	I'll have to think of something different for tonight, so I
don't wind up sleeping in a puddle too. One bed-wetter in the family
is bad enough, especially one who wets as heavily as you do. Now off
with you."

	John swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up,
then almost fell down as quickly as he'd gotten up. "Jeez, these
diapers must have a couple gallons of pee in them. They weigh a ton.
Can't you change me here, then we'll figure what to do?"

	"No way. You're too wet to be changed here. Besides you're
still a grown man, even if you do need diapers, so you get into the
shower any way you can. Crawl if you have to, but move it!!"

	Obediently John tried again, but found there was no way he
could walk with the sodden mass between his legs. Crawl he did. Just
like a little baby, only with the heavy sodden diapers he even had
trouble crawling.

	Ann laughed at the sight of her 33 year old husband crawling
to the shower, in soaking, sodden diapers and then remembered the
locking pins. As she heard John get into the tub enclosure, then yell
"I can't get these off. Can you help me please Ann??" she started to
laugh, kind of sneeringly and said, "That's no way for a good baby to
talk. Ask me nicely in a sweet baby voice to please change your pissy
diapers, and I'll consider it."

	Reluctantly John started asking and eventually satisfied Ann
by saying "Pweez momma change pissy baby Johnny's pissy baby diapers.
Pweez momma." and Ann laughingly released the diaper pins letting the
sodden diaper fall to John's feet.

	After his shower, John came out to get ready for work. Instead
of his regular briefs, Ann had laid out a pair of thick, terry cloth
pants, kind of like trainer soakers toddlers wear while being toilet
trained. John yelled down to Ann "Hon these aren't what I wear to
work, what gives ???"

	His baby persona was receding as he got ready for a day at the
office, and the idea of wearing baby training panties was repulsive.
Sure he needed diapers at night time, since he was such a heavy bed-
wetter, but training pants during the day, no way.

	Ann shouted up sternly, "Ok Mr. Pissy pants. You may think
you're all grown up, but the evidence against you is in the washer
now, or did you already forget the condition of your diapers half an
hour ago. Now I want you in those trainers, and dressed and down here
for breakfast in five minutes or else!!"

	Meekly John put the trainers on. They felt strange, yet
somehow comforting. Maybe they wouldn't be so bad after all. They
felt kind of like diapers, but not quite so bulky.

	As they had breakfast, Ann explained "I know you haven't had
any daytime accidents for quite a while, but we don't want to take
chances. You've been wetting quite heavily at night again, just like
you did when you were a baby in diapers all the time, so the training
panties are a precaution. If you have a "little" accident, it
shouldn't be so bad you get your trousers all wet. Just be careful and
pay attention and go potty when you first feel the need.

	Remember now, if you wet your pants at all, it's back into
diapers for you during the daytime, too!!"

	John hung his head and said, "Yes ma'am. I'll keep dry. Sorry
I yelled earlier, it's just that I'm not a baby anymore. I don't need
baby pants at work."

	Ann just smiled, handed him his bag with two spare pair of
pants, and said "We'll see about that."

	Ann started her walkman with the music cassette and went about
her housework. As she proceeded she made a list of things she'd need.
Enough flannel for a dozen diapers, four more pair of plastic panties,
two of the large bottles she'd read about and one of the neighbours
had said she could get at the local pharmacy in the back of the store.

	Then she looked at the DPF magazine again, and the Carolyn's
Kids catalog and ordered a dozen of the special extra thick diapers in
print patterns, and the print nursery styled panties. She ordered
three shortalls, two rompers, six pairs of sleepers and two large
soothers as well.

	When she was done, she figured this would be a good layette to
start with, and with her sewing talents she could make more cute baby
outfits for Johnny.

	Finally, she phoned the store Dr. Rotman had told her about.
She was surprised they would deliver this afternoon, no trouble, and
set everything up for her.

	By the time John was due home, Ann had transformed the den
into a passable nursery. A large padded table served as changing
table, with shelves of diapers, panties and necessary pins, powder and
lotions. A toy box held large stuffed toys, some big hard rubber
balls, and a cute large Roly Poly.

	But the piece de resistance was the special bed. It looked now
like a regular child's bed, with low mattress, two pull out drawers
underneath, and a head and foot board. The beauty was it could easily
be converted into a full size crib, big enough for the biggest baby,
complete with locking side rails, large musical mobile to attach to
the headboard and if needed a locking top.

	Ann felt the extra touch of a private stereo system with
speakers at each end and both sides of the bed would be a nice touch,
and make it easier for Johnny to listen to his special tapes in the
nights and weeks to come.

	This was going to be fun having a new big baby at home. She
wondered how Johnny was making out.

			      The Clinic
			    Chapter Three
			  Johnny in Training

	As John was pulling into work, he reached into his pocket and
felt something hard and smooth. He pulled it out and saw a lapel pin
with the initials B I T inscribed on it and some strange symbol under
the letters. He put it on for some strange reason and walked into his
work area.

	As he passed the secretarial pool he heard some of the girls
snickering and giggling, and wondered what was so strange. Just then
he felt he had to pee, and just made it to the washroom, as he
dribbled in his pants.

	He hadn't done that since he was about seven or so he thought.
He'd better remember to watch out, or mommy would make him wear baby
diapers to work too. Waking up in warm, wet diapers was fun and nice,
but he'd be embarrassed to have to wear diapers to work like a baby,
and to go to the nurse for changing.

	As the found himself often "just making it". Finally by 11:00
he had to change his trainers, they were going to start leaking into
his suit pants. Finally he got ready for the weekly lunch hour board
meeting, and made sure to make a pit stop before entering the meeting
room.

	As the other men and a few women executives filed in, several
of the men said, "Welcome to the club, John. You'll get used to it,"
which certainly confused him. All the women smiled knowingly at him,
making him feel uncomfortable, and Dr. Lovely especially seemed to
have a sort of smirk on her face every time she looked at him.

	The meeting seemed to drag forever, and finally around 12:30
it was John's turn to deliver his fifteen minute presentation, but he
felt he had to go. Based on his experiences this morning he said, "Uh,
uh If you'll just give me a minute, I have to go potty first, then be
right back."

	All the women broke up, and Dr. Lovely said, "Why John surely
at your age you can hold it for fifteen minutes. Let's get on with it
then you can go `potty' or wet your pants if you want."

	John was chagrined, and put his "needs" out of his mind. As he
was presenting his slides and charts on the new PR campaign to raise
funding for the Centre, Dr. Lovely and several of the women kept
pouring water and drinking heavily. Every time they slowly filled
their glasses, John became aware of the twitching in his bladder.
Finally he was almost done. He'd been so thirsty, he too had had to
drink two glasses of water, and pouring it the second time he almost
felt his bladder begin to empty, but managed to hold it. Finally, he
said, "Any questions??" praying no one would, and he could leave.

	"Oh, John, could you put up the Babykins market slides again,
and go into more detail on their new line of adult baby diapers. I
think we'd all like to hear the whole story on that one. After all
it's an important source of funding and revenue for us."

	Oh no. This could take an hour if they were as questioning as
usual, and now John really had to go. He started to stammer "OK, but
in just a minute, I really... " when one of the ladies went over to
the wet bar and turned on the warm water to wash her hands.

	John's ear just seemed to catch the sound of the running water
when he felt his bladder really twitch, then all of a sudden felt it
let go. He wasn't dribbling or "having a little accident" , HE WAS
WETTING HIS PANTS. Totally, helplessly, uncontrollably wetting his
pants just like a toddler who'd waited too long. He felt the training
panties soaking up the first of the flood, the felt it start to run
down his pant-legs, and eventually could hear the steady flow onto the
floor where he stood.

	The men and women all started to laugh, and finally Dr. Lovely
said, "My, my. I guess we should have put you on the potty after all.
Looks like this little boy should be in diapers, not training panties.
You'd better go see Nurse Lively and get yourself more properly
attired. Good think Babykins is one of our accounts."

	Shamefully John sloshed thru the office, diaper bag in tow, to
the twitters and snickers of the secretaries and women in the office.
The men all seemed to look the other way and avoided eye contact.

	When he got to the nurses office, she said, "My, my. Are you
ready for diapers yet?? How long have you been wearing these
trainers??"

	John replied, "Just since this morning. I don't need diapers.
That mean Dr. Lovely wouldn't let me go potty, so I wet my pants. It
was an accident. I won't do it again."

	"That's what they all said, but OK. Change your trousers and
training panties, but I think I'd better give you a pair of these
heavier soakers for now. Those regular toddler style trainers don't
have much absorbency. If you need more come see me."

	John put the soakers on. They felt huge, bulky and so thick.
They were almost as thick as his diapers last night. In fact they were
made of eight layers of flannelette with two terry layers sewn in for
extra absorbency. This way the "trainee" could wet himself lightly
and not really know it, until he was so wet he wet his pants.

	John went back to his office, and was quite embarrassed and
stressed out. Embarrassed because the thick trainers just barely fit
under his spare trousers, and were VERY obvious. He looked like a
toddler in too tight pants and thick diapers. Stressed out just from
the events of this morning's meeting.

	He decided to take a little break and listen to the music
relaxation tape Ann had packed for him. As he closed his eyes and
relaxed he felt the tension leave him, as his thumb drifted to his
mouth and he felt the thick security of his diapers. Even as he wet
his soakers he didn't know he was soon going to be in diapers for
real, and using them as a helpless infant, constantly.

	Throughout the afternoon, John watched his fluid intake and
made it to the potty twice. Finally at 4:30 he packed up his bag and
got ready for home. Joe his friend in finance said let's get a beer
before we take the shuttle, and John thankfully agreed.

	As they sat at the Centre's bar, Joe remarked on John's pin
and said, "How long have you been in training." Seeing John's puzzled
look he said, "You know. The pin, with BIT on it. That stands for Baby
In Training. Once you are in diapers full time you get the next level
pin DDB, for Diaper Dependent Baby, then the next MBB, for Mommy's Big
Baby, then finally MHLB, for Mommy's Helpless Little Baby. Yeah, the
doctor's program takes you right back thru childhood pants-wetting, to
bed-wetting, then wearing diapers all day and wetting and messing in
them like a little baby, until finally your graduate as a completely
helpless infant for mommy or the nannies.

	Once you reach MBB, any of the women around here can turn on
your baby personality completely. You feel and act just like a real
baby all the way. And they really know how to take care of a baby.
The bitch of it is, it's not always so much fun later, since they can
do it any time they want to keep you under control, and you always
need to wear diapers then, and are dependent on the mommies or nannies
to change your baby diapers.

	But, it's a great stress reliever."

	Just then, Dr. Whetmore and Dr. Lovely came over and Dr.
Whetmore said "Joey have you been naughty and been telling tall tales
out of school??"

	"Yes, nana" Joe said, and hung his head shamefully. Dr.
Whetmore said something to them both, and they seemed to freeze, then
close their eyes but remain very attentive to her. Finally she said,
"Joey, you've been a bad little boy, you go home and tell mommy what
you did, and she'll decide how to punish you. Johnny, you can't
remember what Joey said now. I want you to have another quick beer
here then go straight home to your mommy. Don't stop anywhere else for
anything at all, especially to go potty. Now wake up and be good
babies."

	Both men woke up and resumed their forgotten conversation
about the office. Joey said, "Sheesh, I've gotta get going!!" and
hastily left. John ordered another beer, and as he finished it, felt
he too better hurry home.

	Already, the first beer was making its presence known to John,
but he HAD to get straight home. He hoped he could wait the half hour
drive to home.

	He couldn't. Half way there, he felt the helpless emptying of
his bladder, and as it finished reached down between his legs to feel
how wet he'd got his seat and pants. Mercifully, just a few little
spots. At least Ann wouldn't notice and he could sneak in and change
his soakers before dinner.

	As he pulled in, he again felt his bladder beginning to
twitch, and hoped he'd make it. Ann was waiting at the door, with a
stern expression on her face.

	"Well, what happened to your suit pants young man?? Where are
they??"

	"In my bag momma. I had a accident today, when mean Dr. Lovely
made me stay and talk when I hadda go potty. It won't happen again.
See, I'm OK now."

	Just then the second beer announced its presence fully,
completely and not at all discretely. John stood there helplessly
while his bladder emptied completely without control. His already
soaked training soakers could hold no more and the peepee just flowed
down his legs, out his crotch and puddled in the drive. He couldn't
help it. All the feelings of today, last night, and all the way back
to when he'd wet his pants at the Easter Pageant in grade two welled
up inside him, and he started to cry.

	"Oh momma, what's happening to me. I wet my panties like a
little baby. I can't help it. Two times I wet my pants. I feel so
foolish. Help me momma."

	Ann herself felt like crying for her dear, gentle little boy.
He needed TLC and she knew just how to give it to him. "That's OK
honey. At least you admitted you wet yourself like a baby. Mommy knows
how to take care of that. Just come with mommy and let mommy make it
all better."

	As she led John into the house by the hand, carrying his
diaper bag, he calmed down, and seemed far more complacent. As she led
John to their bedroom, she glanced at the new nursery and wondered how
long before John would be its main occupant.

	As she laid him down on the bed, she gave him a pill the
doctor had had dropped off this afternoon, and began getting ready to
change and clean little Johnny up.

	What Ann didn't know was that the pills that had been
delivered where a new powerful drug developed by the Centre for the
military. Once it entered the bloodstream, the taker was rendered
unable to resist instructions or suggestions for up to an hour.
Anything they were told they would believe completely, and anything
they were told to do they would do, exactly as told. It took about
three minutes to start working and within five minutes was at full
effect.

	While Ann took the wet clothes out of John's diaper bag, and
began to search for a towel and cloth to wash him off, John was
beginning to succumb to the drug. He felt confused, then scared and
finally saw Ann and knew he had to listen to her to know what to do.

	As Ann prepared to get John ready, she thought back to her
conversation on the phone with Dr. Whetmore. More of an instruction
session than a conversation really, with Ann deeply hypnotized and
listening to the good doctors instructions.

	Dr. Lovely had informed Dr. Whetmore about John's little
"accident" at the meeting, and the doctor had decided to try a
different tack with John's training. She'd sent the pills over to Ann,
then called Ann and given her the instructions she wanted Ann to
follow. Finally, she'd told Ann to bring John in two days from now, on
Wednesday and again on Friday for their joint sessions, and then left
Ann to absorb the suggestions. When John arrived home and wet his
pants, it started triggering the instructions Ann was to follow.

	By the time she had begun to strip off John's wet soaker pants
he felt like a very little boy, scared of the dark, scared of
everything around him, except mommy. He HAD to listen to mommy and do
what mommy said, or else he would continue to feel real bad.

	Ann began talking soothingly as she pulled off his wet pants
and trousers, and began washing him off with the warm cloth. "You must
be a good boy for mommy, and answer mommy's questions completely and
honestly now. No holding back or being sneaky. Mommy will be angry if
you don't do as she said.

	You certainly wet your pants today, just like a little baby
didn't you?. How many times did your wet your pants Johnny??"

	"Uh, nine times mommy, but I just dribbled except when that
mean Dr. Lovely made me wait to potty."

	"Only dribbled, eh!! It seems to me you did more than just
dribble. Your soakers are wetter than diapers. Tell me how many times
you dribbled and how many times you really wet your pants like a baby.
You can remember exactly what happened and must tell me now."

	John began to count the times he'd dribbled and wet then said,
"I dribbled five times mommy. Twice in the early morning, then I
changed my training panties. Then once before my lunch meeting, then
the mean doctor made me wet my pants. Then I changed at the nice
nurse's who gave me the thick pants.

	I dribbled two more times this afternoon, then wet my pants
later on. I was working hard, and didn't know I wet my pants. The new
pants are so thick I didn't feel it. Then I dribbled again before I
left work with Joey. In the bar, when Dr. Lovely talked to Joey and
me, I wet my pants again, but it felt nice and warm and I didn't need
to change them, and I left just like she told me to do.

	Then, then,... Oh mommy I'm so ashamed. I wet my pants again
driving home, only this time my trousers got wet too, and then you saw
me wet my pants like a little baby when I got home. I'm so sorry
mommy. It won't happen again, I'll try REAL hard. Please help me
mommy. I don't want to wet my pants like a baby."

	Ann felt soft and compassionate for a moment at her helpless
husband's concern at wetting her pants, but then felt more like a
stern mother, with a naughty little boy who'd been wetting his pants
again. She finally spoke.

	"Well at least you admit you're wetting yourself like a baby.
Every night now you've been wearing extra thick night diapers to bed,
and still you wet so heavily you're soaked in the morning. And now
you're wetting your soaker pants, pants usually meant for toddlers who
are ready for toilet training but still have little accidents. And you
admitted you liked the feeling of warm wet soakers, didn't you??

	So from now on you will wear thick diapers like a little baby.
You will wear thick cloth diapers and plastic panties just like a
little baby wears, until you can stay dry for three whole days and
nights. Since you wet like a baby and like the feelings you will wear
diapers and plastic panties like a baby. This way you are free to wet
or mess in your diapers just like a baby.

	Mommy knows you feel like a baby and like the sensations of
using your diapers like a baby, so it's all right with mommy if you
wet and mess like a baby, as long as you are wearing baby diapers.
From now on it's diapers and plastic panties for you, until you stay
completely dry for three days and nights. Understood???"

	"Please mommy. Do I have to wear diapers to work. The other
boys will laugh at me and call me a baby. I'll try real hard to stop
wetting my pants. I can do it. Please."

	"You have to prove you can do, by staying dry. Only babies wet
their pants or diapers like you've been doing, so it's baby diapers
for you. If the other boy's call you a baby, well that's what you are.
Babies wear diapers, and you will be wearing diapers, so then I guess
you're just a big baby.

	A big baby who wears diapers and wets and messes in his
diapers uncontrollably. Understood big baby Johnny??"

	"Yes mommy. I will wear my baby diapers like a good baby,
until I learn to stay dry."

	"Good baby. Now one more thing. I can't have you wetting our
bed, so I've made your den into your special room. It's got all the
things a big baby needs. Diapers, change table, and a special bed for
a big baby with a protected mattress. There's even some `special' toys
there for a big baby to play with, if you feel like playing baby when
you're dressed like a baby, which you will be dressed like at home.

	From now on, as long as you are wearing baby diapers, you will
change into the special baby style clothes I have for you in your new
nursery. These clothes make it easier for mommy to change your
diapers. At home you must ask mommy to change your diapers when they
are wet or messy and need changing, so mommy can check you for diaper
rash or problems. Understood??"

	John's mind was now fully under the control of the new drug.
Ann's last instructions were fully and completely accepted as direct
orders that had to be obeyed. He could not resist sleeping in a big
baby bed, in his very own nursery, and wearing the big baby clothes
mommy put on him. He could no longer change his own diapers at home,
and only mommy was allowed to change his diapers at home. He didn't
understand why mommy would have to change messy diapers. He was only
having accidents, and wetting like a baby. He wasn't a little baby who
poopooed his diapers.

	He meekly and obediently replied "Yes mommy, I will do what
you tell me to do. I love you mommy. You're a good mommy to baby
Johnny."

	"Yes I am Johnny. And that is our relationship now. I am your
mommy now and you are my baby Johnny. You must be a good baby for
mommy and do exactly as mommy says, or mommy will be cross and spank
or punish you.

	Mommy wants baby Johnny to let all his baby feelings and
desires to come out when Johnny is at home with mommy. Mommy loves her
baby Johnny, and will take care of baby Johnny. Mommy doesn't want a
man or big naughty boy at home. She wants baby Johnny at home. A sweet
dependent baby who is free to be as much a baby as Johnny needs to be
to feel good and happy as a baby. You don't need to stop your baby
feelings anymore and can let them all come out at home with mommy.

	"Now let's go look at your new nursery Johnny. A very special
place where baby Johnny can feel right at home and be the baby Johnny
needs to be."

	As she finished pinning on the thick diaper, and pulled up the
plastic panties she took John's hand and led him to his new nursery.
John immediately saw the junior style toddler bed, the low full sized
adult changing table, and the shelves of new, thick cloth diapers. He
especially noticed the labels over the various piles of diapers and
plastic panties.

	Over one pile of white diapers and opaque panties was a label
toddler diapers. Over another pile of diapers that were print material
was a label saying baby diapers. Then over a third pile was a label,
little infant diapers. The third pile was stacked high with very
babyish print diapers, and the panties all had infantile patterns with
cute little baby nursery prints.

	To his right was a low closet, more like a wardrobe, with
sun-suits, rompers, and sleepers hanging on small hangers with little
pictures of Sesame Street characters and duckies or bunnies on them.
The styles and patterns were very appropriate for a twelve to eighteen
month old baby.

	Beside the wardrobe was a lower shelf with several small,
thick soft sleepers or "crawlers" as some mommies called them, for
tiny babies to wear when they crawled around or were napping. Just
over the bed, on a higher shelf was two rows of large size baby
bottles and a large bottle warmer, and a very large clear container
with some tubing and what looked like a large soother attached to it.

	John was feeling very scared now at all these new strange
things, and looked nervously to mommy for guidance.

	Taking her cue, mommy said, "This is baby Johnny's room now.
His nice new baby clothes are here, and mommy has ordered some more
and got patterns for "special" baby clothes. She emphasized the
special. Johnny will sleep in this bed at night and for nap-times, and
when he needs a more appropriate bed for a little baby, a crib, this
bed will convert into a very nice baby crib, with a special mobile to
hang from the headboard.

	Johnny can take a bottle to bed with him or at nap-time, but
only mommy is to use the bottle warmer on the shelf. You can see the
special boxes beside the bottle warmer. These are for Johnny's special
tapes at night-time and nap-time, and Johnny must never touch these
things or mommy will get very angry and leave Johnny in the dark in
cold wet diapers or other punishment."

	Somehow she knew Johnny was afraid of the dark, and knew to
use this as a form of psychological threat to John to keep him in
control.

	Next Ann led John over to the change table and had him sit on
it and put on his new Sesame Street T-Shirt then had him lie down
while she fastened the straps of his rompers in front and snapped up
the crotch. His Sesame Street slippers completed the picture of a cute
two year old toddler ready to go play.

	By now the drug was wearing off, but Ann said again "From now
on you will wear only your baby clothes at home or with mommy. All
your other clothes will be in mommy's room and you must never go in
mommy's room without her permission. This is your room now, for big
baby Johnny."

	Despite the weaning effects of the drug, John accepted these
instructions completely. He would only wear the clothes mommy got for
him at home and with mommy.

	For supper John had chopped up wieners, mashed potatoes and
peas fed to him by Ann while he sat in a makeshift high-chair, which
was actually a bar stool from their family room. The high legs kept
his feet from actually touching the ground and the two diapers tied
around his waist helped hold him in place. He got milk to drink from a
spouted cup with two handles, and despite its design still managed to
spill some on his new rompers.

	Ann scolded him saying "My my, I guess you need mommy to give
you a bottle to drink from now on. You're really becoming more of a
little baby than a toddler. Let's check your didees and see if you
need changing."

	John protested this saying "I'm NOT a baby. You just make me
wear baby clothes and baby diapers. I'm a big boy, AND I don't wet my
diapers.!!!" stamping his foot like a two year old.

	Ann just laughed, and said, "Well big boy or not, I need to
check," and put him down on the floor and unsnapped his rompers and
stuck her finger in the leg of his panties. "Well just a little damp,
but you'll keep. Now you go watch TV, maybe you'll like Polka Dot
door."

	John knew he'd dribbled a little, but that wasn't wetting your
diapers. Only little babies wet their diapers. He toddled off to
watch TV, and found the news boring, and the game shows silly. Finally
he settled on Polka Dot door, and soon was singing along with the TV
actors and clapping gleefully when Polkaroo came on.

	Ann smiled as she cleaned up the mess he'd made of the mashed
potato, and decided she'd better make some big bibs for little Johnny.
She was giggling to herself as she watched her 33 year old husband
sitting on the floor engrossed by a show geared to two to five year
olds.

	When it was over she said, "Come and let mommy check your
diaper. I'll bet you forgot to go potty and wet your diaper didn't
you."

	And just as she'd suspected John was so engrossed by the baby
TV show he hadn't noticed when he wet his diaper. In fact he was quite
wet, and now could feel the warm peepee in the front and crotch as he
toddled to Ann.

	"See, mommy knows you need diapers. That's OK. Isn't it better
to just wear diapers and know you can wet or mess whenever or wherever
you are without having to stop to go potty. Mommy doesn't mind, in
fact she likes changing baby Johnny's baby diapers. Now let's go
upstairs and get Johnny ready for a special nap so Johnny can listen
to his tape, while mommy listens to her tape."

	Ann put an extra thick diaper on John, and a fresh T-Shirt
since he'd wet so heavily it had soaked into his shirt with all his
squirming around at the TV show. She turned on his tape, gave him a
bottle of apple juice and left him sleeping soundly sucking the
bottle, lost in a world of baby dreams.

	As Ann listened to her tape, she too was lost in a world of
strong women, with big helpless dependent babies who needed their
diapers and bottles and baby clothes to know who they were and what
they were. All men were really just big babies waiting to have the
baby inside them released by a loving, strong mommy who would
cultivate the babyish dependence all babies have on mommy. Ann's
mission and purpose was to see Johnny become the best baby he could
become and to fully accept his role in society as a dependent big
baby.

	That night, after some more play time for Johnny with his new
special toys, he was tucked in his bed, wearing the special extra
thick night diapers and his new soft sleepers. He had two bottles in
his bed, and was already draining the one Ann had given him while she
got him ready for beddy byes.

	As he listened to the pretty music, he felt the warm pleasant
feelings of being loved, cared for,... babied, flooding his mind and
body, and felt even more of the happy baby feelings being released.
All his senses were stimulated with baby feelings and sensations, from
the infantile lullaby music, to the nursery print pictures and
clothes, to the soft textures of the diapers, sleepers and the sweet,
comforting feeling of a nipple in his mouth and his sucking bringing
fresh, sweet juice or warm milk to his tummy.

	He was helplessly, unknowingly becoming the baby he would soon
be, and his loving caring wife, was becoming his mommy.