New Caregiver.

Young Blonde, good looking, athletic bodied and determined to change your diapers. You are standing alone in front of her as she smiles rather motherly at you. You thought you had full control of the situation but that faded as you soaked your diapers.

As she consoles your embarrassment and shame she guides you over to a changing pad laid on the floor. Diapers and changing necessities are positioned on the pad.

Now, now, no fuss necessary, it is only your diapers that need changing. Now come on and be a good little person and lay down on the diaper changing pad.

At that point you know there is no way you will avoid a diaper change by this young lady.

Sorry more mind drivel.

Who would be on the changing pad and who would be able to let this happen to them?

I don't stand as I am in a wheelchair , and ultimately my aide is stronger than I am ,so I could fuss like a infant ,and she could overcome that very easily ,get me on a flat surface and whatever you wanna do ,you can because without my motors and actuators to sit me up ,or anything near that ,I don't have the strength or nerve function to do anything ,so my aides job is to do for me what needs to be done , yes I have the ability to say no to something but why would I? And since she is trained and paid to fulfill my needs , my objection to routine care ,thats in her job description could simply be ignored .

On the other hand if she refused to do her job would be abuse & neglect ,one whiff of that would have a crowd of investigators from Adult Protective services swarming .

Easy. Yes. I’d lay down.

I stand there, I'm almost 3 years old, she takes me by the hand. Laying on my back on the changing table, she unfastens my nappy. She is disappointed that I have only went peepee in my diaper. She says, “now baby, its been three days since you made a dooie for mommy. I will have to give you an enema to help you out.”

My bottom lip starts quivering. I really love enemas, but I don't want mommy to know that I do. Mommy looks at me and smiles. She says, "I know that you love enemas. You dont have to be ashamed and keep it a secret. I smile. Mommy removes my wet diaper and dries the peepee from me. After sliding a dry diaper under me, she grabs the vaseline and slowly lubricates my butthole, inside and out. She hears the small moan that escapes my lips, and smiles. Leaving the room, a few minutes later she returns with a bowl of water and an enema bulb. Raising my legs up, she puts a thermometer in my rectum. After 3 minutes passes, she removes the thermometer and check my temperature, says 99.3°. Next, she slowly inserts the bulb, and slowly squeezes it in me. After slowly removing it, she refills it. After giving me four bulbfuls, and closes my diaper.

She takes me from the table, and lays me across her lap. After undoing her lap, she puts my mouth to her breast. I greedily drink her sweet milk as the enema does its job inside me. I soon fall asleep while drinking breakfast. I awake some time later as she is changing me. Before she fastens the diaper, she inserts a suppository.

Laying me down in the crib, she puts a pacifier in my mouth and puts my favorite stuffed toy in my arms. I fall asleep with the suppository doing its job inside me.

I walk slowly to the changing table, looking embarrassed, my face turning red, my heart pounding in my chest, as I again potty in my diaper while my pee-pee starts to grow, knowing that by the time she frees my diaper my pee-pee will be swollen and erect, aroused, fearing what she will say when she finds out how little control I have. Slowly she puts her arm around my shoulder and lifts me onto the changing table, resting my head on her breasts briefly and caresses my head, saying “don't be afraid, everything will be fine once we get those wet old diapers off of you.” As she reaches to lift my shirt over my head her top stretches against her firm breasts and her puffy nipples show through the material. I lie down and she tells me to lift my bottom as she takes the waist of my rubber pants and pulls them from my diaper revealing a completely pee soaked pink cloth diaper. She smiles and tells me “you were so naughty making such a big pee-pee, you couldn't help yourself could you." As she begins to remove each of the big pins from my diapers, I tell her “I'm sorry mommy.” Once all four pins are removed she lifts the front of my diaper down between my legs revealing my little pee-pee all big and hard and she remarks “sweety, you get so excited when mommy changes you. What am I going to do with you. Mommy will take care of that, but don't tell anyone.” Before I could answer, she grabs a baby wipe, holds my pee-pee and starts to stroke it clean and then tells me to lift my bottom as she wipes my bottom, her hand once again stroking my little cock until I can't hold it any longer and cum all over her. “Look what you did to mommy shooting cummy all over me. I was going to let you suck on mommy's big puffy nipples but not now. You're a bad little boy.” I reply “mommy, please, you know who much I love when you nurse me and I promise to clean all my cum off you. Please can I suck on your big titties and taste you sweet milk.” Mommy finally relents, smiles lovingly, lifts her blouse over her head and place her nipple in my mouth, telling me how much she loves me and will always be my mommy.

As I gaze at her, immobile, she takes my elbow. “Come along, Pipi,”she coos as she lays me down on the changing mat, “I'm not going to bite.”

I look up at her, immaculate in her starched blue uniform, her apron, cap and cuffs dazzlingly white, as she unlocks my rubber pants. Down they slide, and she unpins my sopping nappies. Into the bucket they go. Gently she bathes me, powders me and creams me. “Now sweetie, I need to take your temperature.” She procedes to lubricare my rectum before inserting the thermometer. For five minutes she keeps it there, one hand resting on my tummy, the other holding, and occasionally wiggling the thermometer. Eventually she removes it.

“Oh, Pipi, 39.7. You know what this means don't you?” Tears come to my eyes as she signals to a collegue, a young African-Carribean nurse who is also strikingly beautiful. She comes over, carrying a shiny, stainless steel kidney dish. Together they roll me over. The black nurse swabs my cheek and the blonde inserts the hypodermic. It stings like mad, and the black nurse has to hold me still as I try to buck. Eventually the needle is removed, and I am rolled onto my back again. The blonde nures whispers something to her collegue, who leaves. The blonde nurse expertly folds three large terry nappes, wraps them round me and pins them with six large nappy pins. She slides a fresh pair of rubber pants up my legs and over the nappies. She then clicks shut a tiny lock to prevent me doing anything.

As she sits me up I burst into tears as I see the other nurse returning, holding an open straitjacket in front of her.

“Shhh, shhh,” coos the blonde nurse as she cuddles me tightly. “We are not cross with you. You have not done anything naughty. It is just that it takes some of our patients longer than others to accept the necessity of their regression treatment. and until you are fully returned to babyhood we just need to…….protect…..you.”

Between them they soon have me laced in tightly. One holding each elbow, and each with their free arm behind my back they walk me back to my cot. Between them they lift me into the cot and raise both sides. As they leave I sob into the pillow. What is happening to me? Why am I here?

The blonde nurse returns, carrying a large baby bottle. She lowers one side of the cot, props me up and sits behind me. Easing me back, and snuggling my head on the starched bib of her apron, she inserts the teat of the bottle into my mouth. I start to suckle as I sob.

“There, there, there's no need to be upset. You are here for us to make you better. Dr Shirley thinks we need to take you right back to find out what is troubling you, so the sooner you stop fighting us and accept your regression the sooner we can find out what is wrong, and possibly be able to help you.”

She strokes my face as I finish the bottle. The milk tastes funny. I don't know what is in it, but I drift off into a sound sleep.

She strokes my face as I finish the bottle. The milk tastes funny. I don't know what is in it, but I drift off into a sound sleep.

I awake, wondering where on earth I am. I try to move, but my arms are immobile. Ah yes, the straitjacket. I gaze through the bars of the cot. I seem to be in some sort of institution or hospital. I remember two nurses putting me in nappies and the straitjacket. I remember being put in the cot. But, before that…..nothing! I have no memory of coming here. I have no idea as to how or why I got here.

A door opens, and the blonde nurse appears. “Ah, you are awake.” She presses a button, and the African-Carribean nurse joins her. They lower the sides of the cot and efficiently change my nappies. After cleaning me up, but before applying the fresh nappies, a thermometer goes into my rectum. After five minutes it is removed and something is noted on a chart at the end of the cot. Fresh, thick nappies are pinned into place and rubber pants pulled up and locked.

As one of the cot-sides is pulled up another woman enters the room. She is tall, (well over six foot) and Junoesque. She has red hair and green eyes, and wears a white coat with a stethascope round her neck. She sits on the open side of the cot, and lays one hand on my chest whilst stroking my face with the other.

“Hello Pipi, I'm Doctor Shirley, and I am in charge of your case. You have been committed into our care because your wife is very worried abot you.” (Wife? Am I married then?) “She is very worried that you might be a danger either to yourself or others. After assessing you (When?) I have concluded that the basis of your psychosis lies deep in your unconscious, so we are going to regress you back to babyhood in order to sort out your problems. Now I want you to cooperate with us, as that will make life much easier for you, but believe me, one way or the other we are taking you back to babyhood.”

I have no idea what she is talking about, but suddenly feel an immense sadness. I burst into tears, without having the slightest idea why. She clutches me to her ample bosom, stroking the back of my head.

“There, there, let it all out, there's a good little boy. We need to release all this pent-up anger and unhappiness. You are going to experience a lot of this, but don't worry, we are here to look after you, to care for you and to make you better. Let it out, let it out.”

She continues to hug me tight as my sobs eventually subside. Eventually she hands me over to the blonde nurse, who, taking over the culldle, lays my head on the starched bib of her apron. The rubber teat of a bottle is inserted in my mouth and I suckle greedily, confused by the strange mixture of emotions I am feeling. Part of me wants to assert that I am an adult, capable of looking after myself. Part of me wants to dissolve into babyhood and just accept the ministrations of these people. As the bottle empties and it is withdrawn, the nurse inserts a large, adult-size dummy into my mouth. It has straps attached to it which are fastened round my head, so that I can't spit it out. The black nurse brings a kidney dish with a hypodermic, which she injects into my thigh. As I drift off to sleep they raise the remaining cot-side and turn off the light.

Part 2 (refer to post #4 for part 1)

It's 3 years later. Having had no parents to take care of me, I was lucky and the beautiful motherly type, redheaded nurse adopted me. It's been 3 years of dreams come true. I have a bother and a sister to play with. I just started kindergarten and am the tallest girl in my class. I lucked out and got a mommy and daddy that are into enemas and the ab/dl lifestyle. With my new sister being born 3 months ago, I quite often get to drink mommy's extra breastmilk. Many a night I have been laying on mommy's lap just drinking away when she pulls down my diaper and injects an enema bulbful or two or three at bedtime. I fall asleep with a full tummy and awake the next morning with a pacifier in my mouth and a messy and wet diaper with mommy or daddy changing me.

Lyric OMG! YES! ME TOO! 1000 Times yes!

Oh my, your diaper has leaked little one. Your pants have a big wet spot, so just clean dry diapers till your pants dry. I know we are at the Mall and everyone will see your diapers, but that is ok. Everyone could see you had diapers on in the first place. At least you have clean and dry diapers on now.

Sweetheart look isn't that your friends from our bank? Let's go say hello, they knew you wore diapers. I have told them that before when they asked if you were in diapers.

My goodness lyric your Diaper Drivel Gland do runneth over. Nice post for getting a bump in my blood pressure. Let us not forget the bump in my diaper too. LOL

Yes, I would! Though I hope it's done discreetly

Well i have to ask whos the caregiver ypu ? Your gf ? Or both

Well i have to ask whos the caregiver ypu ? Your gf ? Or both

Yes, I would! Though I hope it's done discreetly

Why would they be discreet . Hmmm lay down . Close your eyes and drink this medicine …