Back to those Helpless Days – Chapter Two
Bobby was anxious and nervous and stammered out, “My name is Bobby and that’s great, I mean, I’d like to call you Joanne, Mommy…. I mean, I’d love to call you Mommy.” He turned red when he realized how scatterbrained he sounded.
However, Joanne just smiled and said, “I think you’ll do just fine, Bobby, just relax”.
She ushered him down the hallway to a closed door and paused to look him in the eyes.
“I just want to be sure that you understand, Bobby; on the other side of this door, you WILL become my little baby.”
The shock of this unexpected comment momentarily stunned him until he was able to say, “Yes, ma’am.”
As they went in, Bobby saw what looked like a large efficiency apartment in front of him. The front door opened into the den, and he could see a small kitchen area off to the right. Two more doors must have led to a bedroom and a bathroom. Joanne told him to lie down on the couch so she could check his diaper. Bobby blushed again when he realized that she would know he had wet himself already.
Now, flat on his back, Bobby was excited, aroused and embarrassed. Here he was in a strange building with a complete stranger pulling on a pair of rubber gloves so she could check him for a wet diaper. Before he had much more of a chance to ponder his situation, Joanne had his diaper open and told him he did need to be changed. With a swiftness developed with practice, she had his old diapers removed and a new dry one under him. She liberally powdered him and began to encase him in the new diaper. But, the ones she had made his look cheap. He was swaddled inside an incredibly thick and soft disposable with a soft rubbery exterior surface held in place by three large adhesive tabs. These diapers were ones that she bought from a very specialized medical supply company, and one of hers was as thick as the three that he wore to her place. Bobby could barely close his legs after she finished, and when she told him to stand up, it took him a minute to adjust to the bulk.
“Come with me, baby,” Joanne said as she led him by the hand into the kitchen. An adult-sized high chair awaited him, and Joanne patted the seat and said, “Sit down here”. She slid a tray in place in front of him and he heard the spring-loaded latches click into place. Joanne went to the counter where she picked up a large bowl that looked like oatmeal. She pulled up a chair for herself after attaching a rubbery bib over Bobby’s shirt. Scooping up a spoonful, she smiled at him and said in a very relaxing and yet commanding voice, “Open up, baby, its time for your dinner.”
Mommy Joanne began spoon-feeding him the warm oatmeal that tasted so wonderful. Bobby had forgotten how good warm oatmeal was, and then realized that he had worked through his lunch break today so he could get off early. So, he was eagerly consuming the warm oatmeal and loving the sensation of having this very very pretty woman feeding him in a high chair while he wore a very thick diaper.
It took quite a while to finish off the bowl, which was larger and deeper than he had first noticed. Joanne wiped his mouth clean for him and removed the tray.
“Come with me, baby,” she told him again, once more taking his hand and leading him like a small child back to the front room and over to a large rocking chair. Joanne sat down and told him to turn sideways and sit in her lap. As soon as Bobby did, he realized he was sitting just like a baby would sit in its mother’s lap.
“Lay your head back against my breast, baby”, she said before he appreciated his position enough to start growing an erection.
Bobby could feel that his tummy was so full after his dinner and couldn’t remember when he had eaten so much oatmeal. It had made him feel heavy and lethargic and as a result, he had walked slowly behind his new temporary Mommy. When she told him to sit in her lap, it was the most inviting thing he could imagine. He was only slightly surprised when she suddenly produced a large baby bottle with an adult-sized amber-colored latex nipple. Bobby vaguely heard her tell him to open his mouth, which he was already beginning to involuntarily do at the sight of that gleaming nipple.
Mommy Joanne slid the slick and shiny nipple into his mouth and Bobby began to suck rapidly at first, but then quickly slowed to a normal and less greedy pace. He could not believe how delicious this warm milk was and his mind began to contemplate how terrific it was to have found someone like Joanne who seemed to understand what he needed so well. Bobby realized that she really had not asked him what he wanted to do when he arrived, but just seemed to take charge of the situation. At first this slightly troubled him, because he wanted to describe his fantasies to her so she could cater to his desires. But, as he drank more and more of the warm sleepy milk, it dawned on him that he really needed for Mommy to take charge and that little babies didn’t get to describe the conditions of their care. Once that was resolved in his increasingly sleepy mind, he was able to begin to relax more deeply than before. Bobby became aware of some pretty music playing from some speakers in the room and of the fact that he was wetting himself again. He was relaxing so much as he drank that he would occasionally stop sucking for a few moments until Joanne nudged him. However, the music was so pleasing and he was getting so sleepy and Mommy was talking so softly as the chair rocked back and forth that he couldn’t quite understand what she was saying. Bobby kept trying to concentrate on her words at the same time as he concentrated on the music at the same time as he was losing his ability to concentrate on anything and it was getting so much harder to think about whatever it was that he was thinking about before he started forgetting to even try to think anymore which was very shortly before everything got dark and quiet.
The End of Back to those Helpless Days – Chapter Two.
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