The next few weeks were pretty stressful for me. We were in the middle of baseball season, so I had a lot of practice and a lot of games as well. As much as I love playing baseball, it can be really stressful at times. Of course it’s always nice to have mom and Carol cheering me from the sidelines, but it’s still pretty hard.

In addition, Mom had a lot of work to do and I had some pretty hard tests in school. Work at the grocery store could be a pain in the ass too. And basically any time I had away from baseball, work and school I spent with chilling out with my friends. My time with Carol (or even just alone, for that matter) had become very minimal. I cherished any time we could kiss, cuddle, or just talk. She was my perfect release.

So I was actually pretty relieved when it came time for our next baby-sitting session. I couldn’t shake the memories of the last one from my head, especially when I was with Carol (this was occasionally a problem, like during a test or when I was up to bat).

This one started out the same way as the last one, but we had a more time this time around. I drank the juice in the nursery and became a baby again. This time, however, Carol was the one to diaper me. She carefully picked me up and laid me down on the changing table. Under mom’s direction, she powdered my diaper area, and then she lifted my ankles and slid a diaper underneath my butt. She pulled it up around my waist and fastened it, and then gave me a little pat on the butt for good measure.

“Wow, that was pretty easy,” she said. “I guess it helps to have such a good baby to diaper.”

“That is true,” mom said. “But remember, that will change later. Plus, most of the time you actually have to change diapers, which I’ll show you how to do later today.”

‘Uh-oh’ I thought. ‘That must mean I’m gonna have to wet myself’. I hadn’t really thought about that yet. Not only was I not looking forward to use my diaper (making me even feel more like a baby), I didn’t even know if I could do it. I had been potty-trained for about fourteen years now. However, I didn’t say anything and let mom just continue talking to Carol.

“It’s a little warmer in here today,” mom said, “so we’ll just put a shirt and some socks on John”.

Mom got a yellow shirt and some little white socks from the closet and let Carol put them on me. The shirt went just past my belly button, so there a little space where my stomach showed between my shirt and my diaper. The socks were actually kinda similar to my normal ones, except they stopped at my ankles.

“The next thing to show you is how to bottle-feed a baby,” mom said. “Normally, you’ll want to heat up some milk or formula in the microwave, but sometimes juice will do fine. I doubt John wants formula, so we’ll warm up a little milk for him.”

Mom let Carol pick me up and carry with her as we went to go fill a bottle up with milk and warm it up. Mom showed her how to just put one arm under my legs and butt and hold me upright with the other arm across my chest. “This is a little easier for carrying babies around,” she explained. “And it’s pretty comfortable, isn’t it John?” I nodded; it felt just fine.

After the bottle was ready, mom took me, sat down in a chair another room of the church, and laid me down across her lap. She supported my head and my body with her left arm and held the bottle with her right.

“This is how you hold him,” she explained. “And all you basically have to do is put the nipple in his mouth. Most babies are pretty eager to drink, and sometimes they may even put their own hands on the bottle.

“Ok, John, here it comes,” she said as she brought the bottle to my mouth. I was a little resistant at first. I mean, it was kind of a new experience. Somehow I still felt like I had a little pride and dignity left and didn’t want to be completely helpless. Mom noticed my discomfort.

“Come on, John, it’s not that bad. It’s just milk, and all you have to do is suck a little bit.”

“Ok,” I mumbled. I swallowed my pride and let mom put the bottle in my mouth. It was a pretty weird sensation. The nipple fit perfectly into my little mouth, and for the first time I noticed that I didn’t have teeth! It had been so long since I had sucked anything through something soft like this, but the warm milk flowed out pretty easily. I only had to suck softly, and it continued to flow right down my throat. And I think mom had put a little sugar or something in the milk ‘cause it tasted pretty good. It was a pretty continuous flow and I was drinking it fairly quickly.

“Ok, Carol,” mom said as she removed the bottle from my mouth. “Your turn.”

Carol sat down and carefully took me and held me like mom had. She then took the bottle and slowly put the nipple into my mouth.

It took me a little while to shake away the thought that I was being nursed from a baby bottle by my girlfriend. I mean, yesterday we were kissing together, today she was bottle-feeding me. But she started whispering things like “That’s a good boy,” and “You really are a cute little guy”. This actually made me feel better, and I started to relax more. I closed my eyes and let my body rest in her arms. I softly sucked on the bottle and let all of my cares just drift away…

Suddenly, I was snapped out my state of bliss. Something funny was happening. I got this little sense of warmth in my penis and a sense of relaxation of my muscles down there. I started feeling a damp and warm feeling around my inner thighs and pubic area. It only took me a second to realize that I was involuntarily wetting my diaper!

Carol noticed that I had come out of my relaxed state. “John, what’s wrong?” she asked.

I felt a few tears welling up in my eyes. For some reason, this was more embarrassing than anything before. Maybe this was because up until now I didn’t really have to do much; I either just relaxed or did what I was told. But now I was performing a truly babyish action on my own, without being told (and I didn’t even mean to at that!). I felt truly helpless and weak just like an infant. “I, uh…uh… I think I…um,” I squeaked out in my baby voice.

“I think our baby here just wet his diaper!” mom said. When she said this I couldn’t help myself from just bursting out in tears and crying (and I sounded like a real baby to boot). I just felt so humiliated. I was not only pretending to be and being treated like a baby, but for the first time I felt like a truly was one.

Mom came over and picked me up. She put my head on her shoulder with one hand behind it and held me up against her body. “There there,” she said. “It’s ok, John, I know it must feel pretty embarrassing. But remember, it’s just because the formula makes you incontinent, too. Except for thinking, talking, and moving, your whole body is just like a baby’s.”

This made me feel a little better, but not a whole lot. “I just feel like, like I really am a baby, not that I’m just acting like one!” I said. “I mean, I just wet myself. And I didn’t even mean to! I feel so helpless.”

“I know, John. But remember, Carol and I know that you can’t help it right now. We know you’re still sixteen year-old John. We know you’re not really a baby. So don’t cry, it’s ok.”

I started to feel better. I realized that it was just the formula kicking in, and that it was probably pretty good ‘cause I didn’t know if I could have brought myself to wet myself. And at least since I was diapered my pee only went inside of my diaper instead of all over me and Carol. Mom then looked me in the face and softly wiped my tears away. “Here, let’s get your diaper changed. That’ll make you feel better.”

She carried me over to the nursery and Carol followed. She laid me down on the changing table and lifted up my shirt. “Ok, Carol,” she said. “Changing a diaper isn’t really as tough of a job as most people make it out to be, as soon as you get the hang of it. First, you just remove the baby’s diaper. Just be careful, because it’s either wet or dirty. After you unfasten it, just roll it up with its contents inside.”

As she was talking she did exactly this. She undid the tapes to my diaper, lifted up my legs, and slid the diaper out from underneath me. She then put it in a nearby trash can. “I don’t know any parents in our neighborhood who still use cloth diapers, so we won’t worry about those. Anyway, remember, if the diaper is dirty, it’s generally a good idea to dump as much of the contents as possible into a toilet before you throw it away. That will help keep the house smelling a little better too. And by the way, it’s generally a good idea to wash your hands after changing a diaper.

“Now, the next thing we need to do is clean John here up. It’s a little different with boys and girls, but with either one, you want to clean their whole diaper area. It’s harder with a dirty diaper, but you still need to do it even if he’s only wet. ”

It was kinda hard for me to keep from being embarrassed. Mom kept referring to me as a baby (I know, I was one, but still, think about how you would feel). What made it even more difficult was the fact that I wanted to listen so I could learn more about taking care of babies. However, I will admit that a part of me liked being referred to as a baby. All of the attention was on me.

Mom then took a baby wipe and started to wipe my whole area down there. It was a little cold, so I tensed up a little every now and then, but it had a refreshing smell and it felt good to be cleaned in an area where I had just peed. It was also a sort of soothing feeling, with mom kinda of rubbing against my stomach, thighs, and genitals. Mom then lifted my ankles and wiped my whole butt. I have to admit, this was quite embarrassing, because of course no one else had wiped me since before I could really remember.

“From here, unless the parents want you to use diaper rash cream, it’s the same as before. You just powder him and put on his new diaper.” Just like before, mom put some baby powder on me and then took another diaper, slid it underneath me, and taped it on.

“There we go, now my wittle boy is nice and clean,” mom said to me. Then, without warning, mom picked me and up and started bouncing me a little bit. She cooed me and started playing and tickling me a little bit. Although this shocked me, after my initial shock, it actually made me feel pretty good. I felt so special. But I guess mom caught herself because she abruptly stopped. I think she may have even been a little embarrassed.

“Oops, sorry about that John. I kind of got caught up in the moment. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to take care of babies, and I kind of miss it.” She then directed her attention to Carol. “All right, there’s only one more thing that we need to do today. Baby-sitting babies is actually in general easier than baby-sitting children because babies need to sleep a lot. With babies you’ll find yourself doing nothing while the baby has a nap. The parents will generally tell you how much time the baby needs to sleep, because it varies from age to age.”

Mom then picked me up and carried me over to the crib. It had some small stuffed animals and pillows in it, and there was a mobile with little light blue and pink animals above it.

As she was placing me into it, I said, “Wait, do I really need to go to sleep? I mean, it’s not like Carol really needs to do anything while I’m asleep.”

“Well,” mom said. “When the baby is asleep, it’s really easy. The hard part is getting the baby asleep. And don’t worry, I put some of the youth mixture into your bottle so you’ll still be a baby for long enough.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.”

Come to think of it, I was pretty tired anyway. You know when you get full, you get kinda tired sometimes? Well, that happened after I drank the bottle. Plus the crib was really soft.

“There are a few things that help a baby fall asleep. The first is to put them to bed after you feed them. From the looks of it, that’s helped John here.” I nodded. “You also want to make sure the baby stays warm enough. You don’t always need to put him or her in a sleeper, but you should always put a baby blanket over the baby. Also, a teddy bear or other stuffed animal makes babies feel more secure. If you remember from all of John’s old pictures, he always had his teddy and his blankie.”

Carol giggled a little at this, but she nodded with understanding too. However, this did spark up old memories and I wished that I had my bear or my blanket with me.

“Bear with me John, but for Carol’s sake, I want you to hold this,” mom said. She was referring to a little stuffed rabbit that she put in my arms. “Just to make things a little more realistic.” She then draped a baby blanket (which was small but still covered my little body) over me. It was very soft, warm, and well, cuddly. I felt so warm, comfortable, and secure, and I even felt kind of cute.

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard mom say, “There are a few other tips, but it doesn’t look like we’ll need them this time. Let’s just turn off the light and let him take his nap. Nighty-night little guy”. I heard them leave and turn out the light right before I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of mom and Carol making their return. To my surprise, I noticed three things. Firstly, I was clutching the stuffed rabbit very tightly. It reminded me so much of my old teddy bear. Secondly, my thumb was in my mouth. I don’t know why I had put it there, but I had. I took it out as fast as I could, hoping that mom and Carol hadn’t noticed. Thirdly, I had wet my diaper in my sleep apparently.

Unfortunately, mom did notice my thumb in my mouth. Fortunately, she thought that I was doing it to make the situation more realistic. “Well, John, you didn’t have to suck your thumb, but I’m glad you’re trying to help Carol out by making this as realistic as possible. We’ll talk about pacifiers next time. Anyway, Carol, remember, always check the baby’s diaper before you put them to bed and change them after they wake up, even if they’re dry.”

With that, mom lifted me out of the crib. I think she knew that I was wet, and this suspicion was confirmed when she said “Well, it looks like John is wet anyway, so I’ll let you change him this time Carol”.

Mom put me on the changing table and Carol did the honors this time. Under mom’s direction, she removed my wet diaper, cleaned me up with a baby wipe, powdered me, and put a fresh new Pamper around my waist. It didn’t stay on long however, since it was about time for me to go back to normal size. I did so, and this time I definitely had the baby fresh smell of baby powder on me as I dressed in my normal clothes. Oh well, hey, it didn’t smell bad.

“Again, John, you don’t know how much I appreciate this,” Carol told me. “I know I get a little carried away with treating you like a baby, but I am really indebted to you for doing this for me.”

I went up and put my arms around her and said “Don’t mention it. We’re in love, we do things for each other. You need some help, and it’s the right thing for me to do.”

While this statement was definitely true, I didn’t add the fact that I really did enjoy it. This session had definitely had its embarrassing moments, but it was still a very enjoyable experience.