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11-08-2008
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I love all of you for your patience! A LOT of unfortunate things have happened this past week, one regarding whether or not I can go back to college, so I'm sorry for the gap.
Anyway, here's 12....you might think it could end here, but I have to add a bit more. Maybe one or two more chapters in order to really let John shine. So, here is Twelve: Chapter Twelve The next morning was just as good as the night before. Neither of us looked at the time when we woke up. Instead, Jill greeted me with a “good morning” and a kiss, then continued to baby me. How, do you ask? Well, let’s just say that it far surpassed my wildest imagination. Still, I’ll indulge your curiosity and tell you exactly what happened. She knew that I didn’t ever use my diaper, but she still checked it as if I had, just to add to the effect. “I think it’s time for a diaper change!” she giggled. I no longer questioned or even thought about what Jill had planned for me. No, I was so high, so light-headed from the chain of events that I truly felt as though I were nothing more than Jill’s baby. Whatever she would do, it would be out of love. It would be for her baby. Jill helped me up to my feet and led me to the bathroom so I could relieve myself, which I did without a problem. As soon as I exited the bathroom, Jill cooed, “Did my baby wet his dydees? Awww, he did! It’s okay! Mommy’s here to change you.” Jill led me back down the upstairs hallway, but she didn’t take me to her room. This time, she opened the door we’d passed the night before. Inside was a room whose walls were painted a pastel baby blue. There were no borders, just white baseboards. The only furniture that was inside of the nursery was a dresser and a rocking chair. A mobile hung lightly above where the crib was supposed to be, and in the corner of the room was a bountiful amount of baby supplies. Diapers, wipes, bibs. You name it, it was there. In the other corner sat a few stuffed animals. One that caught my eye was the gigantic bear that towered over the rest. It looked to be made of the same plushy material that the baby blanket was made of. Such an inviting place! This room was where my wildest dreams came to a reality. This room was the home of my hidden personality. This room, allowed me to feel happy about my lifestyle without fear of judgment. My initial reaction was to lay down on the floor, but Jill stopped me, then went over to the corner of the room to pull out what was undeniably a changing pad. It was a bit small, but it was still as inviting as ever. I laid down on the mat and smiled as the vinyl touched my arms. Jill then proceeded to change my diaper as if it really was wet, and as if I really was nothing more than a helpless infant who needed to be cared for. Once that piece of heaven was bestowed upon me, Jill then led me down the stairs and into the kitchen, where she placed a few frozen waffles in the toaster. I sat at the table in my fresh diaper and felt silly as I waited, but kept my mouth shut so not to make Jill think that I was uncomfortable. “How about I give you a quick baba before breakfast? Would you like that?” she cooed. I nodded my head, and we then found our way to the couch, where I relaxed myself across Jill’s lap. She gently inserted the bottle into my mouth and smiled at me. “Is my baby enjoying this?” I nodded my head furiously. “Good, good! Mommy wanted this to be special for you. And you know something, baby? Mommy is enjoying this, too.” I smiled from behind the baby bottle and continued to nurse from it until it was empty (it was only a four ounce bottle so it didn’t last long, but I didn’t care). That’s when Jill carefully picked me up so I could rest my head over her shoulder and burped me. With a few gentle pats to my back and diaper, I “burped”, and we then ate breakfast in the kitchen. Jill fed me the waffles by the forkful, and occasionally she would play the airplane game with me, but it wasn’t to humiliate me or make me feel dumb. No, she did it to make me feel like the baby that I wanted to be. And let me tell you, she was good at it. Hell, she was good at everything! I noticed that with everything she did for me, I’d wind up looking into her eyes, and no matter what she did, whether it was changing my diaper or feeding me, she always had a look of calmness and happiness on her face. I’d never seen anyone smile for that long before, nor had I myself ever smiled for such a long period of time. Once I was fed, Jill ate up her breakfast, then told me in a loving voice that it was “time for baby’s bath”. Now I hadn’t been bathed by anybody since as far as I can remember, but something told me that Jill really wanted me to get the full experience, and I imagine that she wished to get the same. I mean, I was supposed to be her infant. I kind of took over the role of her lost son, and while I wasn’t sure about the bathing part, I told myself that this wasn’t just about me. This was also about Jill, about us. I hesitantly took Jill’s hand and we found ourselves in the bathroom. Jill laid me down gently on a towel on the bathroom floor, then slowly removed my shirt, followed by my diaper. She then turned the water on and waited patiently as she hummed some little tune and looked at me with a serene smile. Things got quiet, but for only a moment as Jill knelt down next to me and proceeded to tickle me gently. First it was just her hands, but then she brought her nose down to muzzle my stomach. I couldn’t help but to laugh, but that was mostly because the picture of seeing myself, a grown man, lying naked on a bathroom floor being tickled by a beautiful woman just seemed so funny to me. “Who’s a ticklish baby? You are!” Jill laughed as she continued to muzzle me. The tickling continued until the bath was drawn. I stepped in to find that the water’s temperature was just perfect. Once I got myself settled, Jill began the bathing process. From cleaning me with a washcloth to running the shampoo through my hair, she made sure that I was the cleanest I could ever be, and to tell you the truth, I actually didn’t mind it so much. I mean, it was a bit weird at first, but then it felt pretty normal (not to mention good!). Once she was satisfied with her work, Jill helped me out of the tub and wrapped me up in a gigantic blue towel. She then led me into her room and asked me to lay on the bed, just like the night before. This time, however, she didn’t coo me or gather any changing supplies. Instead, she sat herself next to me and whispered into my ear. “Did my baby like that?” I nodded my head furiously with a smile. Something told me that this was the end of our role-playing session, but then came the grand finale. Jill reached down to kiss me, and as soon as her lips landed on mine, a sense of passion swept over the entire room. The feeling of her lips on mine sent a tingle down my spine, and within moments we found ourselves beneath her covers. That morning ended with the two of us making love, and with me telling myself that this was the person I was destined to be with. This was my mommy. This, was Jill. TO BE CONTINUED Just so you know, 13 will jump forward in time a bit. Don't forget, John is telling you his story, so he's allowed to leave out some things  Anyway, what do you think? Rushed, or is it still going strong? |
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