Kathleen's Trial Run-Chapter 3

[Bmaster2009]

Kathleen’s Trial Run

By Bmaster2009

It had been about twenty minutes since I began bouncing in the jolly jumper, and my diaper was quite full. By that point, it was beginning to itch and I figured that a diaper rash would soon form. I was enjoying the baby treatment I was getting; therefore I didn’t bother crying when I realized I needed a diaper change, after all I was supposed to be a baby.

I was left to bounce for about ten more minutes until Amber decided to come in and check on me to see how I was doing. She came over and lifted me out of the bouncer and placed me on her hip. My icky mess pressed up against her, as she proceeded to carry me over to the changing table. “Looks like Kathleen liked the jolly jumper.” Amber said. “Don’t you worry, you can bounce later on”.

She laid me down on the changing table and began to untape the wet and messy diaper. She took extra time to make sure she used a lot of wipes to clean me off, and proceeded to powder me with a lot of powder. She took a fresh diaper out of the package and began to lift me on top of it. She took the front of the diaper and pulled it over my stomach. She put the tapes on the front of the diaper and placed my onesie back on me.

She then carried me out to the living room, where I saw a playpen set up by the window. “I want you to play nice here.” Amber told me. “I need to do some things in my room and I’ll be back”. At that, she placed a soother in my mouth and walked away. I looked over at the television where I saw an episode of Rugrats on YTV. Coincidentally enough, it was the episode where Angelica pretends she was a baby. I loved this episode, even before I knew about this “teen baby” stuff. Before I knew it, the movie was over and I was getting tired. I lay down in the playpen and began sucking more on the pink soother in my mouth and began to drift off to sleep.

I slept for about an hour, when I realized I wasn’t alone in the playpen. Amber was sitting next to me; she was dressed in a similar onesie and was obviously diapered. She was sucking on a baby bottle. Amber saw that I had woken up. She had a big smile on her face. She picked up the extra baby bottle in her other hand; she then extended it to me. I took the bottle from her hand, and drank the milky substance that was in it. I put my head on her lap and sucked the bottle dry. “Baby Kathleen is going to have another poopy diaper like me soon.” Amber explained that her mom liked to mix the milk with laxatives.

Once our bottles were done, Amber’s mother picked us both up and carried us into the kitchen where there were two high chairs. We were both strapped into each chair and we were fed our supper. We each were fed chef boy-ar-dee beefaroni. By the end of the meal, we both had messy Faces. Thank Goodness we had bibs on. Once we were done eating, we were carried into the nursery. Amber’s mother placed me on the floor. Amber was lifted and then strapped into the Jolly Jumper, and her mom began bouncing her daughter up and down. Once Amber was in bouncy land, I was picked up off the floor and lifted into the baby swing, and with the push of a couple buttons, I was swinging in full force. “So, Kathleen” Asked Amber, “How do you like being a baby?”

I began reflecting on my experience as a teen sized baby. I enjoyed being in diapers, and I seem to enjoy the feeling of wetting and messing my diaper. Am I supposed to feel this way, or was there something wrong with me. “I think..I like being a baby” I told my cousin while swinging happily. Amber looked so happy and innocent while bouncing around in the Jolly Jumper. She kept bouncing herself up and down, spinning every once in a while. It wasn’t before long before the bottle had worked its magic on me... I began pushing a load into the back of my diaper.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Amber or myself, a knock had came from the front door, My mom and aunt were speaking in the living room, chatting about the big wedding which was coming up soon. “Listen, I have to explain something to you. It’s about Amber.”Aunt Helen began telling my mom. “I have been noticing quite a bit of change in her over the past year. I began noticing diapers, soothers and other paraphernalia that babies would use, in her closet...” She explained that she allows Amber to act babyish around the house. “This was when Aunt Helen took a deep breath “I guess Amber told Kathleen about her ‘secret’, and she...well come and see for yourself.”

I began hearing footsteps, coming towards Amber’s nursery, and two figures appearing behind the jolly jumper, which was in full motion by Amber. After noticing her mother and Aunt in the door, Amber began slowing her bounce. That was when my mommy got a glimpse of her ‘baby girl’. “Oh my god, Kathleen, why are you swinging in a baby swing.” Mom looked a bit puzzled by the fact that I was swinging in a baby swing, dressed in a onesie, and sucking on a soother. “Mommy, I’m bein’ a baby today!” I said, probably a bit too excited for my mom to handle. Mom looked over at Aunt Helen with amazement. She hasn’t seen me dressed in such a way since I was two. “Is this what you really want, kath? To be a baby?” I began debating whether or not it was really worth. Was it worth spending the summer as a baby, mommie’s baby. “Mommy, I think I want to be a baby for da summer” I finally said with a look of relief on my face.

Mom stood there and thought for a minute, I could just read her thoughts. Her was her 15 year old daughter, mature, independant and quite smart for her age. On the other hand, an overgrown baby is now swinging in a baby swing while her cousin bounces around in a jolly jumper. Maybe it would be worth it to have me be a baby again, give my mom some new sense of being needed again. “Ok, Kathleen. From now until the end of summer, you will be a baby. Since you are staying here the night, I will go out and buy you some supplies.”

She told everyone in the room, that she will be buying me a playpen, toys, soothers and baby bottles. “You don’t need a crib. You can sleep in your playpen, and we can get you rails for your bed, to keep you from falling out at night”. At that, mom came over and kissed me good-bye, walked over to Amber, who was bouncing away, and patted her head. Mom had set off to buy some supplies. I was gonna be a baby again.

[wet24]

Regression stories are my fav. It's nice to see another goody.

[junyour]

"We were both strapped into each chair and we were fed our supper."

Should that be we each were strapped into a chair?

[Bmaster2009]

*checks Chapter* Ohh yeah sorry about that. I will make the change.

Thanks for the comments

[Boise]

What a great story. Keep it up and keep writing!!!!