Our next session was actually only a few days later, so not much important happened in between it. I had almost gotten used to being babied, but I still had slight feelings of embarrassment. However, I also still got the satisfaction from it, so I wasn’t complaining.

After being turned into a baby and dressed in a pair of overalls this time, mom began to talk to Carol and me.

“Ok, Carol, up until now, you’ve been dealing with a very good baby. John has pretty much just been relaxing and letting us do all of the work. Unfortunately, a lot of the time this isn’t the case. Babies do cry and fuss a lot, and they don’t always stay still when you feed them or change them. They tend to spit up, and you often have to work to calm them down. So, John, you now need to start being a little more difficult. Squirm a little in Carol’s arms while she’s holding or feeding you. Fidget while she’s changing your diaper or dressing you. I know it’s kind of degrading, but make babyish coos and spit up a little on to her. When she’s feeding you, spit food onto your bib and all over your mouth. And when she puts you to sleep, keep on crying until everything is completely all right. You got that?”

“I guess so,” I replied. I have to admit, it was kinda hard at first. This was almost a new level of embarrassment because I had to act like a total baby, not just be babied. I felt so dumb talking baby gibberish or crying. Plus, I hated to do these totally unpleasant things to Carol, knowing that it must be a pain for her to have to deal with them. But I knew that this would help her in the long run.

When she tried to bottle-feed me, I resisted and whined a little. When she spoon fed me, I barely swallowed and made a complete mess. When she was changing me, I squirmed as much as possible and made annoying sounds. When she was holding me, I spit up on her a little bit (I’m sure she loved that). And I didn’t stop crying when she placed me in the crib until I had my blanket, my bear, a pacifier in my mouth (which I spit out a few times), and until she started singing.

Mom encouraged us to play a game to help Carol with calming a baby down. She told me to pick something that Carol needed to do: I chose from needed to be fed, put to bed, played with, rocked, changed, whispered to, given a pacifier, a toy, or a blanket. I would choose one and I wouldn’t stop crying until Carol figured out what it was. This drill was a little bit more fun for me than for Carol, I could see her stressing out.

It was kinda funny, because now our roles were almost reversed. Whereas I had originally felt like she was in total control of me since I was so helpless, I realized that now I was in control of her. She had to attend to my every whim, and do anything she could to please me. It’s funny how babies do that to people; they’re self-centered because they are so helpless.

We continued these drills for a few hours, so when mom told us we were done, we were both relieved. That was definitely enough being a baby for me, and I could tell Carol had had enough baby-sitting for a while. Once I was back to normal, I couldn’t help but apologize to Carol.

“Sorry, sweetie,” I said. “I know I was a little bastard, and it must have gotten very annoying.”

“No, John,” she replied. “It’s exactly what I needed. Now I feel prepared for almost anything. And I know it must have been pretty unpleasant to have to act so infantile.”

“Aw, no sweat,” I said. We then embraced each other, and didn’t let go until it was time for her to go home.

Anyway, Carol was now ready to baby-sit any of the infants in our town. She got hooked up with a few jobs a week, and the pay wasn’t bad. She continued to do it for a few more weeks, and she said that she liked it a lot and was actually having a really good time.

“Babies are so cute,” she told me one time. “I’m really growing fond of them. And after all you put me through, a few messy diapers and spit ups are nothing.”

My life continued on as normal for a while, but every now and then I would have the desire to be babied again. Although she thought it annoyed me, Carol would sometimes baby-talk me when we were together. My friends always laughed when she did this to me in front of them, but I wasn’t bothered. In fact, it was pretty funny, some of their girlfriends started baby-talking them to. And at least I enjoyed it.

Our sessions weren’t done for good, however. I won’t go into great detail about the other ones, cause they were real similar to the previous four. The main difference is mom turned me into babies of different ages. Sometimes I could crawl or talk, I needed different amounts of sleep, and I could even do a little baby talk sometimes as well. I was sure to make baby-sitting me a living hell for Carol so she would get the experience she needed, and it worked. By the time we had finished a few more sessions, she got baby-sitting jobs for even more parents and really started raking in the money. Plus, I really think she was getting attached to the kids.

Carol would now practice baby-sitting me without mom being there. She knew what to do now, but she wanted to get more practice. Well, that’s what she told me. I really think she liked seeing me as a baby, and I even humored her a few times and just let her hold me and cuddle me while I just relaxed. Hey, I enjoyed it too, so I can’t complain.