The Clinic – Chapter Five
Ann was awakened to the warm wetness of John’s overflowing diapers. He’d wet so heavily during the night he’d supersaturated the diapers, leaking at the pantlegs 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 tonite, so I don’t wind up sleeping in a puddle too. One bedwetter 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 personna 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 bedwetter, 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’m. 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, 4 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 Carloyn’s Kids catalog and ordered a dozen of the special extra thick diapers in print patterns, and the print nursery styled panties. She ordered 3 shortalls, two rompers, 6 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 End of The Clinic – Chapter Five.
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