The Clinic – Chapter Six
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 7 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 embarassed to have to wear diapers to work like a baby, and to go to the nurse for changing.
As the morning wore on, and John went about his normal daily tasks, he 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 lunchhour 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 15 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 15 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 noone 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 pantlegs, 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 8 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 embarassed 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 pantswetting, to bedwetting, 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 anytime 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 Pagent 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 lay 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 3 minutes to start working and within 5 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 hypnotised 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, 9 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 5 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 befor 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 3 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 alright 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 3 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 sunsuits, 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 12 to 18 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 naptimes, 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 naptime, 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 nitetime and naptime, 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 highchair, 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 gleefuly when Polkaroo came on.
Ann smilled as she cleaned up the mess he’d made of the mashed potatoe, 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 2 to 5 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 lullabye 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.
The End of The Clinic – Chapter Six.
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