"Babies, who chew on paci's, also wear nappies." Mom tried rhyming words while fastening my diapers. I faced the wall to avoid seeing her taunting look. Isabella, my crush, my supposed date, was also standing above me, enjoying the view.

Mom turned me around and checked the diaper was leakproof on every side. She squished the diaper's spongy area between my legs and ran her fingers on the side of my leg.

She took a baby bottle out of her bag that Izzie brought in a minute ago. She removed my pacifier and replaced it with the bottle. It was a warm milky drink that had a wonderful sweetness to it. Wonderful? What am I thinking! I hated every minute! Mom held the plastic bottle on my face and forced me to gulp, gulp, and gulp that thick liquid.

"Good job! Now back to the dummy. We will let you rest a little before we continue." Mom placed my legs into soft-cushion cuffs, walked out of the room, and turned the light off.

Laying there, I thought about escaping. I wasn't sure how to take the leg cuffs off. I have never had them before. Minutes passed when I realized Izzie had not left. She stayed there, watching me in her long black gown melting into the darkness of the room. I could see her face picking up an evil smile even with lights off. She stepped closer and sat on my bed.

"So far, our date is pretty interesting, isn't it? It is getting boring thought. So..." She placed her hand on my tummy and started massaging it. It didn't take long to piss myself. As she heard the weird crinkling sound of the diaper filling up with pee, she giggled and left the room.

They both returned sometime later. Mom removed my diaper and replaced it with a new one. When I tried moving, she stopped and gave me an ultimatum:

"You have two options. One: you misbehave like before, and Izzie and I will continue the punishment spiced with a lot of spanking. In that case, we might be here until tomorrow evening. That will leave us enough time to invite your other classmates as well, and they can watch you squeal and cry. How does that sound?

I shed some tears.

"I am guessing little Bel does not want that. Does he?" Mommy smiled.

"...Or you behave, and we continue the punishment, but with less spanking, and we will finish tonight. Which one do you prefer?" She finished explaining the plan.

I nodded. I had to behave, or else: this horrible nightmare would feel like a daydream by tomorrow.

I tiptoed downstairs, holding their hands, straight to the living room. A giant plush teddy bear sat in the corner, and there seemed to be a bunch of new pillows on the three-seater. There were also two mugs of drinks in front of it on the table.

"We will do a bit of picture show!" Mom announced, and we all sat down. Mom sat on my left and Izzie on my right; they each grabbed a mug, which smelled like hot chocolate. When I looked at the drinks longingly, mom took a bottle from the table and pressed it into my mouth.

"You know babies like you can't drink adult drinks like these." Mom's condescending voice made Izzie laugh. "Anyway, I wanted to show you a slide show I did about Bel since he turned 18."

She pressed a button, and the TV lit up with bright pictures. Picture one: my 18th birthday. I am standing there with a laptop; I got from mom and dad. Picture two: me in my graduation clothing just earlier today, before I knew what was up. Picture three: me laying in bed in diapers about a week ago; the diaper looked... filled.

Izzie made a loud 'oooh' sound. My heart slowly sunk as we continued. I barely remembered these pictures taken. I did not know my mom had documented my obsession.

Picture four: my 18-year-old self, sucking on a baby bottle while mom is powdering my 18-year-old ass. Picture five: a shot of my butt with a rectal thermometer hanging out from it. You can see my graduation ceremony invitation in the background.

Mom stopped the slide show and turned the TV off. She turned towards me but talked to Izzie.

"Here is Bel's little secret. He loves being in diapers and acting like a baby. My baby. I don't want to lose him, but I think the graduation and all this sex craze caught him. I need your help, Izzie, to bring back my Bel."

I saw a different side to this punishment. It was about me living mom in a few months to college. It was not really about Isabella. I still don't understand why Isabella has agreed with mom to help.

"This is crazy..." Izzie noted and talked to me directly and seriously for the first time this evening: "You are really a big baby. Who would have thought? You really like filling that diaper up with poop, huh?"

I don't think I was this embarrassed in my whole life. Izzie knew my secret, and she would tell everyone she met after graduation. I will never have friends!

"Now, now. Let's not rush forward." Mom confused me with her comments. Rush forward where?

Mom walked over to the corner, grabbed the teddy, and brought it in the middle of the room.

"Come on, darling. You could show how you sleep with this teddy to Izzie. Would you mind?" Her 'would you mind' was not really a question. I knew I had to oblige.

"Please, mom.." I tried to bargain.

"No, darling. This will be good." Mom shut me down.

"I am so excited: what else is there?" Izzie could hardly wait what other secrets of mine she would learn of. I am sure she already planned how she would use it against me.

"Come on, darling. Do what you enjoy doing." She led me over to the teddy and pushed me on top of it. The fluffy, soft, and warm fur of the plush comforted me. I turned the teddy's head on the side so I wouldn't have to stare at or touch its cold plastic eyes. I spread my legs and took a deep breath. I slid up and down the plush, then repeated this. Again and again.

"Oh my god, is he humping the bear?" Izzie's voice thinned as she figured out what 'my hobby' was.

"Keep moving, darling." Mom insisted and turned to Izzie for some explanation. "Bel here likes to get intimate with the bear. We figured it out a few weeks ago. Bel and I learned a lot about each other. Of course, he has orgasmed recently, so I don't think he will climax this occasion. I wanted to show how much of a deep connection I have with my baby Bel."

Izzie remained speechless; she sat down both astonished and entertained. She thought of an insult a few minutes later.

"I guess this is the sport he likes. He should have taken this teddy to PE classes; I bet he would have been more active."

Mom pressed closer and asked me to stand up. She looked into my eyes then kissed me on the forehead.

"I see you are growing very stressed. Come over here to the bed."

She led me back in the middle seat. She sat down and laid me across the two-seater so that my head rested on her lap. She unfastened my diapers and took a thermometer from the table next to her. She handed it to Izzie.

"Could you do me a favor, Izzie, and put that in his butt?" Izzie obliged and slid it inside me, quickly and violently, like she meant to hurt me even more. Mom grabbed my knees and turned me a bit to the side, so my cheeks stayed closed, and I couldn't push the thermometer out.

Mom took her top off and slid her bra down. Her perky boobs sat gently on her chest, hanging in my face. She lifted my face and pushed my lips on her nipples.

"Oh, my god!" Izzie said and jumped up. "Do you... do you need some lone time?" her voice lost a bit of confidence seeing my mom trying to breastfeed me.

"That would be nice, but could you do me another quick favor before? Open the drawer and find the mouth gag. I don't trust Bel with his teeth. I will keep it open with the gag. As he is an adult baby, I have to take some precautions."

"Okay, happy to help!" Isabella reminded me of a girl scout rather than a femme fatale who she was. "Maybe I can take some time to talk to real men while you guys finish."

"But... mom..." I murmured with her nipples in my mouth.

"No, no. No talking." Mom ordered me and slid the mouth gag in. The mouth gag with its hole in the middle separated my lips. I could not stop salivating with it. Isabella left the room - went home as far as I cared. I stayed there with mom, humiliated beyond belief but somewhat also relaxed.

"You are my baby and will stay my baby forever. Are you enjoying sucking on mommy's nipples?" Mom whispered to me, and for the first time this evening... it kind of felt good.

"I see you are drooling as you drooled after me! Haha." Isabella's scorn forced me back to my desperate, hopeless reality. "What now?"

"Take the thermometer out and pack him up. There is no need to look at the temperature. This is more of a reminder for him to behave. Let's visit our neighbor!"