In Which Timmy Wets His Pants and Has Dinner

Carolyn was just putting the salted water on to boil for the macaroni and cheese dinner that Timmy was going to have and sipping a glass of wine while watching the monitor. The cam was the one that was facing the play pen. It had only taken about 2 hours to set up the system. It was all wireless and she had a hand held remote so that her monitor, actually any TV in the house she wished to use, could watch get the view from any camera and any time.

Carloyn knew that to break Timmy of his adult behavior and to make it last it had to be a hard, fast break with no compromises on her part. What she said had to be law and she had to be willing to be Mommy in every real sense of the word.

Timmy looked be actually enjoying his pre school TV but this was not a surprise. He had always had an interest in cartoons and had even made a few car payments on money he made creating cartoon theme song compilations and music from The Doodlebops. That he could openly watch his baby shows had to be a relief for him.

After about 10 minuets the water started to boil but movement on the monitor caught her eye. Timmy had gotten on his knees, stuck his thumb in his mouth, closed his eyes and gotten a dreamy look on his face. In just another couple seconds a thick, wide wet spot started to form on the front of his pants. His eyes were closed and you could see that he was fully lost in his baby land. "Good boy," she said to herself. "Very good boy." She knew that he had just taken his first real step into giving her complete and total control. It would not be that hard to totally un-potty train him but that was not going to happen. He still had a life outside the house. There was no way he would give up his career for full time babying. In fact that thought was not at all a comfortable one for her either because she too was a busy professional with a number of patients. No, he would be a baby at home or at selected friends only.

Now that was a thought. She wondered if there were social groups for women with adult baby husbands or even older adult maybe even teen aged sons. She would have to look into it.

In the nursery Timmy had taken his thumb out of his mouth, opened his eyes and sat back down in his pay pen. He was cross legged and the wet pants were very clear on the monitor. Little Bear was over and the next show on the tape was Oobi.

She took the water off the stove and set it aside. Dinner would be a bit late but that would be fine. Now, she had to go be Mommy to her toddler in the play pen.

She entered the Nursery and went straight to the play pen. Carolyn softly clapped her hands and Timmy got on his knees so that he could hug her. She cuddled his head against her tummy and told him that when ever she came to his crib play pen he was to get on his knees and come to the side so that he could get his cuddles. If he was in his crib he was to reach for her for his cuddles but never get out of his crib till she told him to.

As she stroked his hair and softly talked to him like you talk to a 112 month old she also told him that he was no longer allowed to keep his thoughts to himself. He was to tell her what he was doing, what he had done and especially if his pee pee was hard or soft or if he felt any sexual desires. Timmy said he understood so Mommy asked, "What happened, darling?"

"I wet my pants, Mommy."

"I can see that. Now say it like a baby says it."

"I went pee pee in my pants, Mommy."

"Good boy." She encouraged him. "Very good boy."

"Does Mommy need to change your pants?"

"Yes, Mommy. I wet pee pee and need my pants changed."

"How did you feel inside when you wet potty in your pants?"

"I felt good. Safe. Warm and confused, Mommy."

"Good boy. I am sure you feel confused but that will pass quickly. Now, come with Mommy and let’s get you changed."

Timmy got out of the play pen and, with out being told, crawled to the changing table on his hands and knees then got on the table and laid back.

Mommy kissed him and tasted his tongue as he opened his mouth. "Good baby." She compliments him then kissed his nose and put an adult sized passy in his mouth. "When you are being changed you will always have a passy in your mouth. Is that clear?"

Timmy nodded his head yes and Mommy moved to the foot of the changing table and removed his socks first. Then she moved to his hips and began to unsnap his pants. She was not used to undressing an adult but she had changed her two nephews many times and they had had accidents until they were almost 5 so the wet, clammy jeans were not something that was going to be a problem for her.

"Lift, baby." She said and Timmy lifted his hips and the soaking wet pants and shorts slid off. She tossed the soggy clothes into the diaper pail she had bought and proceeded to wash his penis with a baby wipe.

Immediately Timmy started to get an erection. She stroked it softly and said, "Aren’t you supposed to be telling Mommy something?"

"My pee pee hard, Mommy."

"That’s right, darling. It is hard. But next time you better tell me before I have to ask and that goes for any time and any place you are in baby Time. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Such a good baby you are going to be." She said then she kissed his nose and rubbed his tummy. "Baby needs his bath."

Timmy was sitting on the bathroom floor, fully naked and waiting for the tub to fill. Mommy had started the water and added bubble bath and when it was ready she had him get in. First she washed his hair and face then she took her time and washed the rest of him. Twice Timmy had to say he had erection and both times he was kissed, fully, deeply kissed and his penis was rubbed by Mommy as a reward for being a good boy. In no time he was clean and sweet smelling so Mommy rinsed him off then toweled him dry, wrapped him in a thick robe and lead him back to the changing table.

This time Timmy took the passy immediately, laid down and spread his legs for Mommy. "You are such an obedient baby, darling." She said as she covered his penis and testicles with a coat of baby oil gel. The gel was thick, heavy and would prevent any chance of Timmy getting a diaper rash.

In no time he was diapered, kissed and dressed in a romper that had been in his closet. Mommy put him back in his play pen and started the tape of pre school television. Timmy sat quietly watching Connie The Cow while Mommy went to the kitchen to get dinner ready.

She kept an eye on him on the monitor as she prepared the macaroni and cheese dinner with wheat bread, butter, milk in a sippy cup and a bowl of tomato soup. The fact was that this was one of his favorite meals and now she really understood why that was. She added a tossed salad and set the table. When it was ready she got Timmy from his play pen and took him to the kitchen. She did not have an adult high chair yet but she would be getting one this week. Timmy was delighted when she set his plate in front of him but the real surprise came when she said, "Little babies do not use silverware, darling, so you are just going to have to eat with your fingers like a 1 yr. old does. Mommy will be feeding you your soup but everything else is to be finger food for my darling." She stood beside him, stroked his hair, kissed his ear and whispered, and, as you are not a real baby I am going to see to it that you loose that advantage." She took a soft, cloth scarf and tied it around his eyes making sure that no light could leak through. "Now, darling," she said as she stroked the side of his face, "here comes the airplane for a landing..." And Timmy obediently opened his mouth for a spoon full of soup. She fed him the first bite saying, "Timmy opened his mouth and she slid the spoon in, "Close the hanger." He closed his mouth and took a bite. "Good baby" she told him reinforcing her domination of him and he regression away from being an adult.

All through Timmy’s dinner and his first real spoon Mommy kept up a constant stream of baby talk and instructions about planes and trains and cars landing and reaching it’s station or garage. Timmy was a very good boy as he had his soup. Then the blind fold was removed and he was allowed to eat his macaroni and cheese and even his salad with just his fingers. By the time dinner was over for Timmy he was a complete mess and happy and content as he had ever been. Mommy took him to the sink and washed his hands and face thoroughly then she took him back to the nursery.

It was only about 6:45 in the evening but Timmy had been up since 4:00 AM and been on the go ever since and she knew he was getting tired. Timmy was taken first to the couch where he was cuddled into her lap and given a bottle of milk. While he took the bottle she went over the same instructions as before talking all the time in a soft Mommy voice that is used on all 9 month old babies.

After his bottle Timmy was led straight to the changing table where he was laid down and his dry diaper was taken down so that his penis was exposed.

"Pee pee hard, Mommy." Timmy said with a big grin.

"I know, darling. Mommy is going to masturbate you, we are going to call it "milking" you from now on. Mommy will milk your penis till all the sweet sticky sperm is puddled up on your tummy. If Mommy milks you in your diaper that will be called, "making a sticky diaper" or "number 3". Do you understand, baby?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Good boy. Mommy is going to milk you so that you will sleep well tonight. Mommy will milk you where ever I want, when ever I wish. Do you understand, darling?" All the while she had been stroking his penis, rubbing just under the flair of the head and making Timmy throb and jerk in reaction to her expert touch.

"Yes, Mommy. Mommy can milk me any place and any time she wants."

"That’s right, darling." She leaned over and kissed him fully and deeply tasting the milk on his breath. "Mommy will know when you are getting close and I had better hear lots of baby babble and cooing coming from you and I want to see you drool and slobber and just as you start to orgasm your thumb had better be in your mouth. Is all that clear?"

"Yes, Mommy. I have to babble and coo and drool and suck my thumb when I am about to orgasm."

"Very good, baby. Very good, indeed." She squeezed his penis and said, "What are you thinking right now."

"Nursing and I love Mommy and I am really a baby at last and I am going to wear diapers and Ahhhhhh....." He started to squirm and buck, "gaaagaahhhgahhhgaagooooooo... Gaahhhh..." He stuck his thumb into his mouth and started to drool out of the side of his mouth.

"Come on, darling, that’s the way, ... Let go.. Don’t hold back... Let Mommy see your spermies..." And she coaxed him till he bucked his hips high and a stream of sperm shot from his penis almost to his chin. The next three pumps all shot a stream of sperm onto his tummy and then he fell back panting and drooling but Mommy was not done. She kept stroking and massaging his penis till it was completely soft in her hand. "Such a good baby you are. So much sperm and tension you had inside," she sad as she wiped the mess off his tummy with a pampers wipe.

He was still panting and completely relaxed as she pulled the diaper up between his legs and taped it tight. Timmy was barely able to lift his hips for the thick diaper panties to be pulled over his hips.

In minuets he was in bed, tucked into his regular side of the bed but this time he had a stuffed care bear tucked against his cheek and a passy on the table beside the bed.

Mommy rubbed his back and in ten minutes he was sound asleep. It was 8:15 PM and Timmy was out for the night.

Carolyn left he bedroom but left the door open a crack. She went to her home office and began to research Infantilism and gender bending. Her appointment book for the next day had 8 appointments so it was going to be a very full day. Timmy was off the next day so she would have him home as well and that was always a delight.

At 11:30 she saved her files, book marked the best sites and turned off the light and went to bed. Tomorrow was going to be fun.