[Baby Jake]

“Chapter Thirteen, Thumbs Up for Change”


My heart was racing, and my veins were burning as if they were pushing fire. I was in that familiar aisle once again. But this time, I was walking out of it. I was walking out of that aisle, not empty handed. I was doing it. I tried to not pay attention as I put the bag of diapers on the counter, waiting for the cashier to ring me up so I can escape that store and go home, putting this whole anxious situation behind me.

“That’ll be 14.99” the lady said to me.

I tried not to look at her face as I handed her the money. I didn’t want to see the look of confusion or shock on her face as she was putting my diapers into the bag.

“Thanks…” I spit out as I took the bag, and put it in my backpack.

She handed me my receipt, and was I was on my way. And then, it began to sink into me. I did it. I just did it! I finally bought myself my first bag of diapers, that are ALL mine! I slowly grew a smile as I exited the store, and walked outside…

It was raining when I had come out of the store, only a little bit though. However, I didn’t care about getting wet… not like I had a choice anyways. I was too damn happy with myself all of the sudden, and I mean… I had every right to, too. I was, yes, very depressed earlier today… but I used that as motivation to conquer a common fear by many diaper lovers and teen babies… and now I was bringing home my own, self-purchased bag of teen-sized diapers to wear, and use to my heart’s content. I was definitely satisfied with myself, and with what the day had for me.

It was only a few minutes of me walking in the rain, before I got home, only a bit damp from the soft rainfall. I announced that I was home to my mother, and proceeded to my room, very eager.

I shut the door, and locked it, while simultaneously tossing my backpack onto my bed. I smiled gleefully as I walked over to my bed, knowing a pack of my own self-purchased diapers were awaiting me. I slowly picked my backpack up… and unzipped it, and let the store-bag drop onto my bed, with a ‘thump’. I reached in, and pulled them out… the diapers, of course. I didn’t open the bag yet though.

I was busy glaring at the package… feeling the latex-like material that wrapped the individual diapers together. I squeezed it a bit, just to assure myself that there really were diapers inside there.

My passion for them grew every day. Ever since that day in Brian’s bathroom, that seemed liked years ago (but was in reality, only several weeks ago), my need for diapers had grown stronger and stronger. Starting weak at first, with indescribable feelings and erections that seemed mysterious, but gradually transitioning to more incredible feelings that seemed all the more mysterious, yet at the same time… so right. And by now, it wasn’t just about the want to masturbate. They were more than just something to assist me in getting off… they seemed like something that has been missing in my life for so long, and I wasn’t even aware. They seemed like, and felt like; a missing puzzle piece that I wasn’t aware was lost… but once was there, you can see the whole picture. The puzzle felt complete, were as before, it only seemed like it was.

Though the origin of these feelings were unknown… I wasn’t concerned about the source. It was just strange, because the sheer feeling these gave me… I wish I could describe it. Its like… its like when I’m in a diaper… something comes over me. A sense of calm, peace, and comfort, sweeps over me. And these feelings come from inside of me… deep inside of me. I know they do…

I stopped contemplating, for the fact that I now had calm in my hands, made me too eager to care anymore. I tore open the bag, and slowly (quietly) pulled a diaper out. I laid myself onto my bed, taking my damp rain-covered pants off, and let them drop to the floor. I then pulled my boxers down, to my knees, so I was now in the changing position half naked. It got me slightly aroused… I felt myself growing a slight erection, as expected.

However my intentions were not to masturbate… not yet anyways. I felt the need to really enjoy my diaper longer. I took a diaper from the package, unfolded it, and slid it under my butt. I pulled the front over my stomach, and taped it together tightly around me. It felt secure, and so did I…

I sat up as it crinkled underneath me. For the first time in a long while I felt great joy… Sure, I’ve felt happy in the past month, of course. But this was bliss, as wearing a diaper always was to me.

I stood from the bed, only to sit down again, only this time in my computer chair. I moved the mouse to deactivate the screensaver, and was humbly greeted by a few messages left for me to read. They were by fellow diaper lovers and teen babies also. There were only about 3 messages… I added the users that messaged me, and looked for my best friend online.

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“Hey” I typed.

“Oh hey man” I saw Lukie reply.

“What’s up man?” I typed.

“Oh same old, same old… you?” he replied.

“Sittin’ around in a diaper” I typed.

“Oh! You got them finally?” he typed back.

“Yes, finally. I got a bit of a burst of… motivation.” I said, choosing to avoid the complex explanation as to why I got that motivation.

“I see… well. Its good you got some finally. How’s it feel to be in a didee again?” he typed.

“Feels good =P” I typed.

“Haha…” he replied.

“You wet yet?” he asked.

“No, not yet, I just put this thing on” I explained.

“Oh, I see…” he replied.

“What about you? You wearing at all lately?” I asked.

“Nah… I haven’t had the free time as of late. Been busy as hell” he typed.

“Yeah? That’s weird man… why’s everyone so busy? I guess it’s because of the 4th rolling around soon” I typed.

“Hmmm? What do you mean?” he asked.

“Oh, I just think it’s weird. Your busy, my friend Brian and his brother Daniel are busy, etc.” I typed.

“Aye… that is a bit peculiar. I’ve been doing just random stuff. Mom and Dad have been dragging me all over the place nonstop, been arranging stuff for the upcoming holiday… I’ve just been a more outgoing person than usual” he explained.

“Yeah… I can see that…” I said.

“What about you? Hang out with that Seth kid today?” he asked.

I looked at his text and the whole day flashed back to me, in an instant. I wasn’t fazed by the whole thing anymore… I had pretty much gotten over it… to a point. I was yes, still very disappointed, but now that I was in a diaper and was talking to one like me, I wasn’t feeling as lonely anymore.

“Yeah, I was with him earlier today” I admitted.

“Oh? How’d that whole pacifier thing turn out?” he innocently asked.

“Eh… honestly… pretty embarrassingly” I admitted.

“Hmmm? Why’s that?” he asked.

“Well… turns out it wasn’t his pacifier. It was his brother’s. And since Seth isn’t stupid, he obviously knew I was thinking it was his. But he was cool about it… either that or I was just that embarrassed looking. Either way, I felt like a dumbass” I admitted.

“lol… sorry. I just find the way you put the end there a bit amusing. Well that sucks man; I thought you had a TB friend, too. Sorry it didn’t turn out that way” he said.

“Yeah… it’s alright. Guess I’ll just have to deal” I said.

“*nods*” was his reply.

“I wasn’t taking it as well about an hour ago as I am now” I hinted.

“Hmmm? Why, what was up?” he asked.

“Oh… nothing was going on. I guess the immense disappointment and the embarrassment, and the sudden break-back to being alone here as a TB/DL, made my head go on meltdown status for a few minutes” I explained.

“Wow. Yeah, I guess that’d happen” he said.

“MmmmHmmm…” I replied.

“Well at least you’re diapered now and happy” he typed.

“Yup” I concurred.

“Hehe…” he typed.

“Happy… and wet, too!” I typed.

And I wasn’t exactly lying.

Somewhere during our conversation, I had wet my diaper… well… flooded more like it. I squeezed the front of my diaper and felt the squishiness of it, and the warmth. I felt my erection making a very quick return… and this time I felt I couldn’t resist but to take care of it vigorously.

“Hehe… wet your diaper huh? When you going to change?” he asked me.

“I might right now actually… it’s gonna leak” I typed.

I was of course lying, but I wasn’t going to type “I have a huge erection right now. I am incredibly aroused and I feel if I don’t masturbate my dick will explode”

“brb” I typed.

“lol, okay” he typed back.

I stood up from my chair, only to lay myself back down back onto my bed. I felt the outside of my diaper again… and I could feel bulge from my erection. I slowly, but hard, rubbed the outside of my wet diaper, which was also rubbing hard against my erection, feeling pretty damn good.

It was a few minutes before I couldn’t take it anymore though. I tore the tapes from my diaper, and unfolded the front down. I gripped my penis and began to slowly pump, but that slow quickly began to grow in speed. I tried my hardest not to moan or make noises, since I of course, didn’t want my mom to hear.

The waves of pleasure washed over me in the forms of a strange heat sensation. It was difficult to explain… but I’m pretty sure you know exactly what I mean. I stopped for only a minute, but only so I could spit into the palm of my hand… and then I continued to masturbate, now more vigorously.

Now I was feeling the waves of pleasure shoot through my body, the wetness of my spit lubricating my erection as I was pumping it with a tight grip. I was really feeling… well… horny. But it was during this time and during this session that I did something I’d have never imagined myself doing.

We all know when you are in this much ecstasy, your body and mind craves more. Your mind is only focused on reaching that orgasm, and will often to do something stupid or unexpected when you’re… “distracted” like I was now.

As I was masturbating vigorously with my hand, something compelled me to take my remaining hand, and take the thumb… and put it in my mouth. Of course I thought of it weird at first, but I didn’t care. I took my thumb and began sucking on it.

And it continued to, for another few minutes until I finally began to reach my climax. As my load was finally shooting out a bit, I began to realize that the thumb in my mouth was honestly the only thing keeping me from grunting and moaning loud enough for my mom to hear it a few rooms over.

But after a few moments I stopped… my ‘session’ was over with, and now I was left there, lying in my bed with that tingling sensation all over. And as my head began to clear I was left there wondering why I had my thumb in my mouth.

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I slowly stopped sucking on it, and took it out of my mouth with a feeling of confusion. I wasn’t upset; I wasn’t feeling that guilty feeling like I did when I first masturbated doing something different… I was just confused.

The crazy part was next… As my mind kind of reset itself after my after-orgasm-shock went away, and my mind had cleared… I wanted to continue sucking my thumb. It was calling to me… so I answered. I took my thumb and placed it back into my mouth, and began sucking… and an immense sensation came over me like a tidal wave. It wasn’t arousal, of course. It was comfort. It was an incredible wave of comfort, and a sense of safety that just came over me like a blanket.

I wanted to keep doing it. This feeling was like a calling from deep within my mind… that thing that called for me to wear, and wet my diapers… it was calling for me suck my thumb.

“What does this mean?” I wondered as I began to more contently suck my thumb.

“I guess this means… I’m…” I began to think…

“…a teen baby”

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This was of course no problem. I have no problems with the teen baby, or the adult baby, community that I’ve neighbored with as a diaper-lover. But to think I was actually one was just so… weird. I wouldn’t even think that I was one… the thought of being babied; being regressed forever… it just seemed unappealing.

But then again, I never really gave it much thought… and I guess the thumb in my mouth made me kind of blur the line between being a diaper-lover and a teen baby. I was confused, yes, but at the same time, so damn calm from this soothing sensation that my thumb was providing me.

I took my thumb from my mouth, and slowly sat up. I had things to do; I couldn’t just sit here thinking for an hour. I had a very wet diaper lying there, and a hand to wash. I looked at my thumb one last time… but put my hand down and proceeded to clean my room and myself up after only a moment.

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“Luke I’ve got a question” I typed.

“What?” he replied.

“How did you know you were a teen baby?” I asked.

“Hmmm… good question” he replied to me.

“Alright… I don’t know how exactly I knew I was one. It was something that was kind of always there. When I was about… hmmm… 12, last year, I kind of began to get a bit turned on by babyish traits and things. It’s difficult to explain. I always wanted to be in a diaper again and be sucking on a pacifier and things like that. Then eventually they kind of evolved into a some-what fetish. But as I began to read about others like myself, and act upon these feelings (rather than masturbating, I had gone out and bought a pacifier and things like that), the less they aroused me at times. It’s really hard to explain man. The feelings always were.” He typed.

“Ah…” I typed.

“Why is it you asked?” he asked me.

“…I think I am one” I admitted.

“Oh! Why do you think that?” he asked.

I explained to him the whole thumb-sucking thing.

“Ah… I see… that IS kind of a clue. I don’t know what to tell you. Just if it comforts you, keep acting” he said.

“Yeah… the more I act on the feelings, the more things I discover about myself. First it was diaper-wearing, then diaper-masturbating, then diaper-wetting, now thumb sucking…” I said.

“Heh… I don’t know what to say man.” He said.

Suddenly there was a ringing sound coming from next to me. It was the phone and it also pretty much broke me from my trance you get in when you’re on the computer for too long.

“Oh, hold on. Phone’s ringing” I typed.

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“Hello?” I asked, putting the phone up to my face.

“Hey Aden” I heard. It was Brian!

“Oh hey man!” I contently said.

“What’s up?” he asked, just as happily.

“Nothing much at all man… just been sitting here bored. Where have you two been lately?” I asked.

“Huh? Oh, me and Daniel. We’ve been places. We’re always going places around this time. My dad takes us camping in a few places around this time each year” he explained.

“Oh. Yeah, that’s cool I suppose. I’ve been hanging with Seth for a little while here” I explained.

“Yeah, I was just talking to him. We just got back a few hours ago from camp” he explained to me.

“I see…” I said.

“But yeah. He was telling me you and him were talking about coming here for the fourth of July?” he said.

“Yes, he brought it up. How’s it sound?” I asked.

“Oh it sounds great. I really don’t think there’ll be any problem with that, either… so if you can get permission from your mom, I see no problem with that” I heard him tell me.

A smile crept over my face.

“Awesome dude” I said.

“Yeah?” He said.

“Yeah…” I said back.