The warm feeling spread from his penis and engulfed his crotch.

Well, she said that he would be a baby until he “grew up” again, so he let loose and flooded his diaper. As his consciousness returned, he remembered why he was in the crib and realized that his bladder still had a ways to go before it became empty. He was in an oversized crib, the slats were up and he was laying down frog-legged. To his baby’s mind, he didn’t think much of it and wanted to play with his blocks some more. More wiping of his privates ensued and Jimmie was soon powdered and wrapped up in his new diaper. The wipe was cold and clammy but before he could object, she slid the old diaper out from under him and slid a new, warm and puffy one underneath his backside. His mother grabbed his legs, lifted him gently in the air, and used a baby-wipe on his butt. Hairless, retracted, and with just the tip showing from his round, smooth little ball sack. His attention wavering, he glanced down at his baby-sized pubes. The bright colors seemed to draw him in more than when he was on the changing table before. She handed him the toy keychain to play with and he found himself fascinated by it. His mother entered the room and did a two-finger check at the back of his diaper, declared him wet, picked him up, and placed him on the changing table. But this time something new was happening. Jimmie was dreaming again of playing with blocks on the nursery floor. The coolness of the powder and fabric was still creating a heavenly feel and Jimmie was lost in it despite the lack of stiffness in his lower member. His mother was now tugging the sides of the diaper to adjust it to Jimmie’s frame and began to attach the side-tapes. The result was that his erection dissipated faster than it had appeared. This, of course, was very embarrassing, his mother, however, was unfazed, she reached over and flicked his penis with her forefinger. It felt so good that he began to get erect.

Jimmie hated to admit it, but the powder and the softness of the diaper as she pulled up the front of it through his legs felt really good. Pulling out a thick cloth-like diaper and putting it under him, she worked the sides into position and liberally applied baby powder to his nether regions. His mother stripped his clothing off and lead him to the changing table, made him lie down, and gave him a big plastic keyring with colorful plastic keys to play with while she cooed to him about what a good boy he was. Out of spite, feelings of frustration topped off with this extreme of a measure, he resigned himself to live as a baby until she tired of her ultimatum and let him live his life as he wished, diaper experimentation and all.Īs he began stripping off his teenage clothing and getting ready to put on the provided diapers, he found himself stopped by her strong hands and chastised for not acting his new age. His mother informed him that she had found his diaper stash and “if he was going to act like a baby, then the only thing that he’d be allowed to do is live as a baby until he acknowledged that he needed to put childish things behind him and act his age.” Only then would he be allowed to “grow up” again. His room had been reverted to a baby’s room complete with clothing, stuffed animals, a changing table, and a crib. He came home from school one day to find that all his video games, clothing, and electronics had all been packed away. The only reason for his current attire was due to his mother finding out about his infantile experimentation. Jimmie had just turned 15 the other week and considered his dream a bit absurd. It involved him playing with some blocks on a warm floor in a nursery. Jimmie, wearing a thick diaper, form-fitting onesie, sucking on a pacifier, cuddling his plush bear, and sleeping was having his recurring dream. Chapter Description: Jimmie's mom has a special talent.

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