My Trip To A New Life Style
My Trip To A New Life Style
This is NOT based on truth, as far as I know. It is fairly long, five chapters in fact. This is, though, based on my true thoughts, what I would do in this situation. I don’t know if I will end on the same note in my life or not.
Chapter one: The Date is Set
I decided to spend some time at the local bar. At this time there's usually no one there. When I got there was only one person there. A girl, about my age, sitting there with a glass, of what I believe was chocolate milk.
I sat down in a range of being able to see her back. She looked like a sweet girl. Anyway after I finished my drink I look over at her...and I notice something under her mini skirt.
A diaper and it looked wet. She was sniffling; I didn’t know what to think. Although I was never an ABDL I always have been fascinated by them.
This was my chance. My chance to possibly speak to one and learn more about it. I was nervous but finally got the idea of the first question to ask.
I walk over to her, she is blushing so much she as red as a cherry, and sit next to her. The smell of pee was very distinct, but noticeable. I ask the question. "Want me to change your diaper?" I said it in a sweet, caring voice so she wouldn't feel as if I was trying to make fun of her.
She said, in a quiet and shy voice, "If you truly don't mind, I have everything you need in my bag. That is if you don’t mind going into the girls’ room with me." "as long as no one else is in there" the restrooms were in a position that no one could see if someone went into which one so the bartender, who cant hear a thing besides his punk rock blasting out of the MP3 he's
wearing.
She goes in to the girls room for a second then comes back out saying that no ones in it. We go in and go to the handicap stall. She lies down on the rug she placed down and spread her legs. I took off her plastic panties and the untapped the diaper. She smiled at me and lifted her bottom. I wiped her bottom and genitals carefully, not to make her mad, then threw the diaper away.
I then took a clean diaper and plastic pants and put them on her. She shook her head and told me I almost did it perfect, I just forgot the powder and oil. So I do it over again but only not throwing away the diaper. She gets up and is, again, blushing.
We leave after washing up and went back to the bar table. The bartender has started to bang his head to the music. We both agree to go to my table to talk.
"Why did you do that?" "You looked like you needed a new one and were in that one for a while, I just wanted to help" "you didn’t have to, my mom...I mean my helper was going to when I got home." "Well I couldn’t let you sit in a wet diaper till then." "Well... (she begins to blush again and then turns away slightly) is there anything I can do in return?"
This was the time to ask. "Well, you can answer a few questions about your practice." she looks at me confused. "Well, are you a practicing 'adult baby'?" "Um... yes...what do you want to know?" "well I'v been interested in what people like you do but never though of being one or what it is you do, besides the things I've read. Ok, first of...why do you like diapers so much?
I mean unless it’s a medical or physical condition, then I understand." "It’s just the feeling of being in my own bathroom, able to go where, and when I want that gets me excited and..." "...and?" "...I’d rather not say out loud." I understood and nodded.
"Also, when I go in my diaper...this is going to sound so weird..." "Don’t worry, its fine" "well...when I go I just feel the warmth of the urine or...the other one...just run down my bottom and cling itself to me. It’s so warm it makes me...any way, it also makes me remember my childhood bad how wonderful it was."
"ok then, another question, some Adult Babies, from what I’ve read, like to have other women or men, or sometimes both, take care of them, sometimes permanently, sometimes not, they call them, again from what I’ve read, mommies and daddies.
You were about to call your helper something, was it 'mommy'?" "Yes...I do have a 'mommy', and she loves me, like a child. And she takes care of me...I don’t feel right answering these in public." "I’m sorry, well I can give you my address of phone number and we could..."
"Or...I could arrange it with mommy to have you spend the weekend with us, as an AB so you can know what it's like first hand. My brother was going to go with me to mommy, but backed out at the last second when he found a girlfriend who understands his...practice.
Anyway mommy has his baby things he was supposed to have, you're about his size, and she could have you wear them. Just for the weekend...unless, of course, you...do want to...stay..." she amazed me...I never thought she would do that. But this was my best chance. I agreed and she gave me "mommies" phone number and told me to call tomorrow.
Chapter Two: It Began
Thursday night I decided to call, which was the next day, a woman answered, very puzzled. “Um...hello?" "Hi um, your... 'daughter' told me to call about..." "Oh yes! that’s right the boy who...yea, so how bout you come on over tomorrow, I need time to get the crib set up..." ...crib?... "And all the clothes ready. Come by about...oh, 4:00, we live at 879 SE Truesdale circle." that was in the cul-de-sac down the road! "Ok?" "Sure" "ok, well then, bye-bye sweetie" "bye..."
Now I'm not sure what I’m getting myself into, "crib?" "Clothes?" I’m not sure what she meant, but ill find out.
The next day I was very nervous. I waited all day then finally, at 3:00, I began to walk over, I didn’t want anyone I knew to see my car there. I got there about 10 minutes later and knocked on the door. After about two minutes a woman, probably in her early 30s, dressed in an apron answered.
"Can I help you?" she said quietly. "Um yes, you..." "Shhhh! my baby is napping." ...now I felt weird "sorry, you told me to be here? Sorry I’m early." "Its fine, I just got her to nap. Come on in, ill get you settled in and tell you the rules during lunch.
Chapter Three: One Size Does Fit All
She and I had a lunch of spaghetti and homemade sauce. Their house was filled with beautiful pictures of a mother and daughter playing together and cuddling. And across the floor were dolls and more dolls. It seemed like I might of gone to wrong place until I saw some the same mini skirt the girl was in I saw the other day.
"Ok then, if your going to be my 'baby' for the weekend, here are the rules."
"Number One: the bathroom is off limits to ALL babies, the only bathroom you can use is the diaper I will provide you with.
Number Two: you will address me as 'Mommy' and nothing else.
Number Three: feeding time means no talking and no spiting out anything, no matter how bad it is.
And finally Number Four: when we have family cuddle time, you will be there and never miss it. Ok?" "...uh...ok, fine." odd rules, but I think I could follow them.
"Now then, while your sister..." sister???”...is sleeping, we will get you changed into your attire. Please follow me." she takes me upstairs to her room, to the other room I see two cribs, one empty, and one with the girl, sleeping with a pacifier in her mouth and big, golden retriever dog doll in her arms. She looks very peaceful and comfortable. Maybe this would be a good idea. It could help relieve stress I’ve endured in trying to find a job.
We get to her room and on her bed are a mat, rolled out and flat. She tells me to strip down to nothing while she gets the diaper and clothing. I feel nervous but I do anyway. I stand in her room, naked covering myself waiting for her to return. She gets back with a diaper bag. She lays me down on the pad and tells me to lift my but. I do and she takes the diaper out of the diaper bag as well as baby oil and baby powder. She slides the diaper under my bottom and takes the oil and rubs me down. I began to get embarrassed as that I begin to get aroused by this.
The way she was handling me I felt, very relaxed and happy. She noticed this and smiled. She then puts the powder on and tells me to lower my bottom onto the diaper. She then tapes the diaper on and takes a pair of plastic pants out and snaps them on me I felt very happy and comfortable in them. They cushioned my bottom very well.
Next she puts me in footed pajamas and tells me to give her a hug. I do and then she takes me into the room the girl was in. "this is your new sister; treat her as such and nothing more." I’m starting to feel uncomfortable...then I realize...I gotta pee...but not yet, not after I just got changed
"When she wakes up, you two will play for a while until dinner. I will feed you one at a time by holding you in my arms while feeding you with a bottle of baby formula.... why are you dancing around?" "No reason..." "Mm-hmmm..." I’m really uncomfortable now...I forgot to go before I left and that coke went threw me so fast. "Don't forget what your in, and don’t worry, I have changing time after nap time in about... 30 minutes, 4:30."
I tried to go but I couldn’t, so I waddled around a little and felt like I was going to burst. Finally, I just let go. I began to feel relieved, and the girl was right...the warmth of the urine was so wonderful. I was wading in my fluids...but had another 10 minutes to go...I felt weird...but strangely happy...
Finally she says "Changing time!" and goes upstairs to wake up the girl; I’ve got to learn her name soon. I follow her and she changes her first, then me. Again I’m aroused by this, I’m embarrassed that I am but also happy.
Chapter Four: Play Time to Snack Time
After the girl got up from her nap and was changed, she didn’t know I was there, she began to cry downstairs. After I was changed I went down and said, "You ok?" she turned around to see me in baby clothes and a fresh diaper, as well as blushed as she was a couple nights ago. She ran to me and hugged me. I said to her, "You know, I never got your name...sis..." she blushed and mumbled her name "I’m sorry, what?" "My name is Laura" "well hi Laura, so, why you crying?" "I thought you changed your mind and didn’t show...but, now that I see you didn’t I’m very happy. Um...wanna play house with me?" "Sure."
We played for a few hours, I was enjoying myself, no wonder people like doing this again. Then "Mommy" called us over to her for "dinner".
She held Laura in her arms like a baby then took a bottle and put it in Laura's mouth; she begins to suckle and drinks it all in less than 2 minutes. She lets her down and looks at me, then smiles and says "your turn."
I get on the couch and lay down like Laura did. She cradles my head very lightly and takes another bottle and places the nipple of the bottle in my mouth. A few drops of the milk go in my mouth and hits my tongue. It was very warm...and disgusting. I nearly vomited, but "Mommy" squeezed the bag in the bottle and more gushes in. then I tasted it more. It
actually had a little bit of a vanilla taste to it.
She then said "don’t worry, until your get used to suckling again, ill let you have better tasting milk." I begin to suck on the nipple...nothing happens. The Laura tells me the "right" way to do it. I try it and it works. Milk begins to go down my throat. I begin to feel a safe feeling with her and Laura.
After dinner I had to crap like no other. I tried to go in the diaper but it wouldn’t work, so I waited a little longer. I still had to go but then "mommy" came to us and told us, "final changing time" ...I was ticked off. I wasn’t going to get another changing till tomorrow. I didn’t even pee.
Anyway, I go to the crib assigned to me and I just can’t sleep, I mean, it was only 8:00 at night; I usually don’t go to bed till midnight.
Mommy came in about 8:30 to see me squirming, I needed to poop, and I couldn’t sleep bad combination. She smiled, thinking I was having a dream I guess, and left. I needed to go so bad, I twist turned. Nothing. I begin to wonder how they deal with this...
And then...finally I was able to push myself to get it out. First I peed, almost simultaneously with sis...I mean Laura because I noticed her diaper fill and turn yellow, then finally I felt a bulge push itself into my diaper. I was in heaven. I never thought something like this would feel as good as it did. Finally, after more twisting, I fell asleep.
I had a very nice dream, and when I woke up, I was cuddled next to a teddy bear...where on earth did he come from?
The rest of the day was just like the day before, me and sis played with our toys, we were fed our bottles and changed regularly. But then mommy said "Cuddle time." Laura jumped up with glee...why?
We all gathered to the couch where we all cuddled for a while, mommy kissed our foreheads and hugged us. Laura sighed in relief, I wasn’t sure what to do, but then I decided to just relax, I then sighed in relief and cuddled more with 'mommy'. For the first time in over 19 years, I actually felt like I was this woman's baby and believed I was.
Chapter Five: The Long Walk Home
The next day I woke up soaked, I was amazed that I wet the bed, I didn’t even try. Mommy was in the kitchen getting our bottles ready, then, all of the sudden, Laura began to cry.
I jumped! I looked at her and asked what the matter was; she sniffled and said, "I...want to...get...out!"
I had to chuckle, she was acting just like a baby. Mommy came up and got us out and changed our diapers. We went downstairs where mommy got us our bottles.
I’ve actually began to get used to calling this woman mommy now. I better learn her name before I leave too.
She gives me mine after feeding Laura, I begin to drink, it tastes different. Like its been changed... I finish it up and mommy tells me "Good boy! That wasn't even your bottle, I mixed up yours and sissies'." after that I was sickened...but amazed. I gotten used to it.
After nap time mommy dressed me back in my original clothes and told me "if you ever want to come back for a while, you know where we live." she chuckled.
After hugging those two good-buys, I left and headed home. I learned all I needed, and more, from that experience... as I was leaving I really did miss them. I kept remembering everything that they did for me.
The fresh diapers, the warm bottles of milk, the fun time, and furthermore, no chores or work, just having fun, naptime, and having someone else help me. I was very sad, and when I got home, I cried, I called for mommy...then I actually "went" in my pants...I was so embarrassed I cried more even after cleaning up. I had to do something.
From then on, I always asked to come over each weekend. I got married to Laura and moved out from mommy or Lauren...yes, that was mommy's name...and into our own home. Each weekend we went over to mommy's for "family time" I never thought that my little interview would change my life that much.
written by: Kevin