Before I describe the next session, I know it must sound extremely weird to you that I would want to be babied by my mom and my girlfriend. I’ve already mentioned how embarrassing it was, so why would a “manly” teenage guy like me want to be treated like a little baby again? I still don’t know exactly why, but as strange as it is, there’s nothing I wanted more than this at the moment. I mean, I love being really strong and independent, especially on the baseball field. So I was probably just as shocked as you are when I first realized I wanted to be treated like a baby again.

I just can’t describe how good it felt to be completely taken care of. I didn’t have a worry in the world, and I was surrounded by love. I felt like so free; I could do anything I wanted to without being called a “wuss” or a “pansy”. I could suck my thumb and snuggle my blankie. I could be held and nursed from a bottle. I could wet my diaper and have a loving female change me. As dumb as it sounds, I couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier.

But on to the first session. It actually started out in the same fashion as the last one, except for the fact that we started off in the nursery and this time I knew what I was drinking. The nursery was pretty small and it had white walls with wallpaper that had baby prints. This particular wallpaper had little babies playing in different ways. The carpet was a light blue. There was a crib with a mobile, a table with a high chair, a changing table, a playpen, a rocking chair, some toys in a box, and a closet which contained diapers, wipes, and other baby supplies. The effect was still very weird, just like last time, but it wasn’t so bad since I knew it was coming. There I was, a naked baby sitting on the floor.

“All right, the first thing we have to do is get this little fella in a diaper,” mom said. “Carol, will you go get me a diaper and some baby powder from the closet?” While Carol went to get a diaper and the baby powder, mom picked me up underneath my armpits and laid me down on my back on the changing table. It was white and had a print with teddy bears on it. It felt kinda weird to have my whole body laying down on a soft surface.

“Some people say diapering babies is hard, but most of the time it’s pretty simple. Changing diapers, while unpleasant, isn’t much harder. Since we’re not actually changing John this time, we only need baby powder and his diaper.”

It was kinda weird for me to think of it as “my” diaper. Carol handed mom the powder and stood beside to watch. She gave me a quick smile as well. I was still kinda embarrassed to be naked in front of them, but I had prepared myself for it and I knew Mom had been around tons of naked babies before.

“You always want to powder the baby’s diaper area before you put on a new diaper. Some parents want you to use diaper rash cream, but unless they tell you to, you don’t need to worry about it”.

While she talked, she sprinkled the baby powder on my stomach, hips, and genitals. The smell was wonderful. I had forgotten what baby powder smelled like; the smell tapped deep into my subconscious and brought back memories of when I was really really young. I had to try my damndest to hide my utter enjoyment.

She then grabbed my ankles with one hand and put some powder on my butt as well. This felt funny and reminded me of how small I really was, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. She then took the diaper and slid it underneath my butt. It was a disposable one, you know, with the plastic cover, the tapes, and the little baby designs on the strip on the front. I think I remember the seeing a package with “Pampers” on it, so I’m guessing it was one of those.

As she lowered my legs, I started to tense up and back away. As excited as I was, the embarrassment of me actually wearing a baby diaper hit me. I felt really uncomfortable and like I shouldn’t be doing this.

“What’s wrong, John?” mom asked. “Is everything ok?”

“It’s just well…I feel funny being put back into diapers,” I squeaked with my baby voice. I didn’t even remember the last time I saw a diaper up close like this. I mean, I had always associated them with babies (of course), and it was strange to see one without a baby around. It reminded me that I was the baby.

“I know it must be really awkward, but you’ve been doing so well. And remember, we know you don’t need them. It’s all to help Carol, remember?”

I don’t know if it was her words or the fact that she started to rub my stomach softly that made me relax. I even smiled a little.

“There, that’s better,” mom said in a calm, sweet voice. She placed me on top of the diaper again, and then she pulled it up over my genitals and waist. As she fastened the tapes on the right side and then the left, all of my previous embarrassment just melted away and was replaced by the most fantastic feeling I can remember having in a long time. The inside was so soft and thick as compared to the boxers that I had been so used to wearing, and with the tapes fastened, it didn’t feel tight, just…snug. Yet again, I think it triggered age old baby memories deep within my subconscious. I felt so soft, so tender, and so…well, there’s no other way to say it, so babyish. I even let out a little babyish giggle.

“All done! See, that wasn’t so hard,” mom said. I still don’t know if she was talking to Carol or to me. “I’ll let you put his diaper on him next time, Carol.

“Now, if it’s warm inside, a baby normally only needs a shirt and a diaper. But since it’s a little chilly in here, we’ll get little Johnny here a footed sleeper. Let me go find one. Stay here with John so to make sure he doesn’t fall off the changing table, ok Carol?” This sounded pretty good to me, because truth be told, I was pretty cold.

As mom left, Carol begin to talk to me. “So how is it?” she asked.

“Not too bad. I just have to keep on thinking manly thoughts to balance out the overwhelming sense of infantilism.”

I was actually straight up lying, but there was no way I was gonna let Carol know how much I loved this.

She laughed at the remark, and told me I was doing a really good job of relaxing and letting mom take care of everything.

Mom returned with a light blue footed sleeper. She put me into it, explaining to Carol how you put a baby into a sleeper. As she zipped it up, I analyzed the feeling of wearing it. It wasn’t really thick, but it was surprisingly warm and soft. It made me feel even more like a baby, if that was possible, but it also made me feel even better, especially since I had been cold.

“Now doesn’t my wittle guy wook so sweet in his sleeper?” mom cooed to me. “Sorry John, I couldn’t resist. You don’t know how much this reminds me of when I used to take care of you all those years ago.”

It was obvious to me that she loved having her little baby back, but I don’t think she realized how truly special those words made me feel. I had always known mom loved me, but this added attention and open display of caring made it crystal clear to me, and it felt so awesome. It was funny how this didn’t even make me feel embarrassed this time.

“Ok, Carol, I’m sure you’re eager to hold him, so let me show you how.” Mom picked me up and placed me in her arms. She had both arms underneath me, with one hand under my butt and the other right below my neck. My feet rested on one of the bends of her elbow and my head on the other. She held me really closely to her body, and I felt extremely secure.

I simply couldn’t believe it; I was actually being cradled in my mom’s arms. Just when I thought that nothing could add to my state of bliss, mom whispered “Oh, I’m so glad to hold my little Johnny in my arms again. I thought I would never get to do this again, but now I remember how wonderful it was.” She then gave me a kiss on the cheek. I could tell she was on the verge of tears of joy.

“Ok, Carol, your turn. Now remember, be careful and watch his head. Just hold him exactly how I just did.”

She slowly placed me into Carol’s arms and Carol steadied me. If I had thought it was great to be held by my mom again, it was nothing compared to having Carol hold me. I mean, of course we had always cuddled before, and she had held me many times. But being literally held in her arms was a whole new experience. She was so warm and caring, and she held me just tightly enough. This allowed me to just relax completely and let her take control of me.

“Here, why don’t you sit down?” mom asked Carol. Carol then sat down in the rocking chair and slowly rocked back and forth. She then whispered to me “John, you don’t know how much I love this. If holding my own babies is half as good as this, I can’t wait to have them.”

I then slipped into a state of pure euphoria. It was all just so perfect. I never wanted it to end.

Unfortunately, it had to. I had forgotten that we all had things in our normal lives that we had to do, but mom remembered. “I hate to break this up, but the formula will be wearing off soon, and we all must return to our daily lives,” she said. I snapped out of my happiness state, and Carol got up and caring me back over to the changing table. Carol actually undressed me this time, and then set me down on the floor. Soon after, I became my normal size again. I put on my clothes, and it felt kinda funny to look at Carol and Mom at a normal size. I was slightly taller than both of them, so I got back my masculine guy feelings again.

“Oh, you were so great, John,” Carol said as she ran up and hugged me. “Just doin’ my job,” I softly said as I hugged her back. We then kissed and I was zapped back into being sixteen year old John, Carol’s boyfriend and the baseball player. It honestly did feel pretty good to be back to my normal self again, but I already missed being a baby. I knew I had other things in my life to tend to (as did both of them), but I would definitely be looking forward to our next session.