Jimmie's Mom

Chapter 1
Complete story

Chapter Description: Jimmie's mom has a special talent.

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Jimmie, wearing a thick diaper, form-fitting onesie, sucking on a pacifier, cuddling his plush bear, and sleeping was having his recurring dream. It involved him playing with some blocks on a warm floor in a nursery. Jimmie had just turned 15 the other week and considered his dream a bit absurd.

The only reason for his current attire was due to his mother finding out about his infantile experimentation. He came home from school one day to find that all his video games, clothing, and electronics had all been packed away. His room had been reverted to a baby’s room complete with clothing, stuffed animals, a changing table, and a crib. His mother informed him that she had found his diaper stash and “if he was going to act like a baby, then the only thing that he’d be allowed to do is live as a baby until he acknowledged that he needed to put childish things behind him and act his age.” Only then would he be allowed to “grow up” again.

Out of spite, feelings of frustration topped off with this extreme of a measure, he resigned himself to live as a baby until she tired of her ultimatum and let him live his life as he wished, diaper experimentation and all.

As he began stripping off his teenage clothing and getting ready to put on the provided diapers, he found himself stopped by her strong hands and chastised for not acting his new age. His mother stripped his clothing off and lead him to the changing table, made him lie down, and gave him a big plastic keyring with colorful plastic keys to play with while she cooed to him about what a good boy he was.

Pulling out a thick cloth-like diaper and putting it under him, she worked the sides into position and liberally applied baby powder to his nether regions. Jimmie hated to admit it, but the powder and the softness of the diaper as she pulled up the front of it through his legs felt really good. It felt so good that he began to get erect. This, of course, was very embarrassing, his mother, however, was unfazed, she reached over and flicked his penis with her forefinger. The result was that his erection dissipated faster than it had appeared.

His mother was now tugging the sides of the diaper to adjust it to Jimmie’s frame and began to attach the side-tapes. The coolness of the powder and fabric was still creating a heavenly feel and Jimmie was lost in it despite the lack of stiffness in his lower member.

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Jimmie was dreaming again of playing with blocks on the nursery floor. But this time something new was happening. His mother entered the room and did a two-finger check at the back of his diaper, declared him wet, picked him up, and placed him on the changing table. She handed him the toy keychain to play with and he found himself fascinated by it. The bright colors seemed to draw him in more than when he was on the changing table before. His attention wavering, he glanced down at his baby-sized pubes. Hairless, retracted, and with just the tip showing from his round, smooth little ball sack. It was cute and inoffensive. His mother grabbed his legs, lifted him gently in the air, and used a baby-wipe on his butt. The wipe was cold and clammy but before he could object, she slid the old diaper out from under him and slid a new, warm and puffy one underneath his backside. More wiping of his privates ensued and Jimmie was soon powdered and wrapped up in his new diaper. To his baby’s mind, he didn’t think much of it and wanted to play with his blocks some more.

Jimmie awoke from his dream. He was in an oversized crib, the slats were up and he was laying down frog-legged. His diaper was wet, but not fully so. As his consciousness returned, he remembered why he was in the crib and realized that his bladder still had a ways to go before it became empty. Well, she said that he would be a baby until he “grew up” again, so he let loose and flooded his diaper. The warm feeling spread from his penis and engulfed his crotch. It felt really, really good. He worried that his diaper wouldn’t hold it all, but then remembered that he was a “baby” and relaxed. The diaper took it all, it was almost as if it was laughing at him for such a futile effort. Jimmie finally finished and the diaper seemed to beg for more, it seemed to tease the last drops of urine from his bladder and started to beg for Jimmie’s other opening to give what the diaper wanted. Jimmie happily obliged. Sitting there in his warmed diaper filled with his bodily refuse, Jimmie was content. He squirmed in it, reveling in the feeling of soft squishiness. The feces crawled up his crotch and up to his backside which raised his satisfaction level a notch. Plopping his thumb into his mouth, he sucked on it and continued to squirm the soft mushy stuff into his lower crevices. “This just feels right”, thought Jimmie, but a stray thought crossed his mind and surfaced. He realized that he wasn’t erect! What could be going on? He thought about it for a while and couldn’t remember getting hard after his mother thwacked him down there yesterday.

This thought required further investigation. He started to rub the warm squishy part of his diaper against “Mr. Happy” to wake him up, but Mr. Happy wasn’t having any of it. The size of Mr. Happy seemed to be a lot smaller for some reason. He was flaccid, yes but it didn’t seem like the same one that he woke up with yesterday after dispelling his morning wood. Starting to worry, Jimmie was just in the process of placing his hand down his diaper to check on the size of his diminished member when his mother entered the room and caught him in the act.

“Naughty, naughty!” exclaimed his mother as she removed the offending hand, picked Jimmie up, (how was she so strong all of a sudden? Jimmie was a 168-pound teenager!), and carried him to the bathroom. She stripped off his onesie and started drawing a bath. She then laid Jimmie on the floor and pulled back the front of his diaper after pulling the tabs. Jimmie was a mess! The feces had spread from the top of his butt to the underside of his balls. His mother said nothing and wiped him with toilet paper as if it was business as usual, lifted his legs and wiped some more, tossing the soiled toilet paper in the toilet and flushing it. With that done, she put Jimmie in the tub and rolled up his large adult diaper, and neatly taped it into a shit sausage. Jimmie decided that in his warm bath this would be a good time to investigate what had happened to Mr. Happy and proceeded to grab it with his hands. He couldn’t see the thing for all the soap bubbles, but he should be able to feel it. Under the water, it felt all right, so he stopped worrying and let his mother wash his body and shampoo his hair.

His mother drained the tub and wiped Jimmie off with a large, fluffy towel. Jimmie was enjoying the feeling of being treated like a toddler and just let the good mood flow over his body. His mother then picked up her teenage son and took him back to the nursery for a fresh diaper and clothing. While she had him on the changing table, Jimmie glanced down at his penis and noticed that it was small and flaccid. His mother pulled out a teen-sized diaper and put it on him powdering his tush as she did so.

“Time for breakfast!” declared his mother, snapping the last snap on the crotch of his one-piece and carried him to the kitchen, plopping him into a teen-sized high chair. Pulling out a breakfast cereal of oats, she put a bowl of it in front of him and proceeded to feed him one spoonful at a time. Jimmie was ravenous! He couldn’t get enough of this bland foodstuff! He beckoned his mother to feed him faster by leaning forward in an attempt to eat the food faster. Boiled oats dribbled down his chin unawares as he ate almost every last drop presented to him.

His mother removed the terrycloth bib she had put on him and wiped his mouth and chin. She then picked him up and took him back to the nursery where she put him on the floor to play with a set of blocks. Did mother seem somehow taller he wondered? He dismissed the thought as clearly it was due to him sitting on the floor and her standing that had created that illusion, surely! Looking at the blocks, he started playing with them, stacking them, knocking them over. This was fun! Who needed video games if blocks were so much better? After several hours of sitting on the floor and peeing himself, his mother came in and changed him into a preteen diaper with a light blue set of footie pajamas and put him in his crib for an afternoon nap. She put a baby bottle of formula in the crib with him and he happily drifted off to sleep, sucking, and began dreaming.

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As Jimmie slept, his dream came back to visit. In the dream, he was too young to walk, so he crawled out of the nursery and found a large mirror in the hallway. He decided to investigate and found a baby looking out from the other side imitating his every move. He waved at the baby in its oversized light blue footie pajamas and realized that his light blue footie pajamas were also a bit oversized as well. He crawled into the living room and grasped the coffee table allowing himself to stand and support his wobbly legs while he stood. His pajamas were huge! The pajama feet trailed behind him as his diaper began to slip…

He awoke, wet, confused, and a little frightened. His pajamas did seem a bit oversized, but not as much as in the dream. His diaper wasn’t all that much oversized either, but just to make certain that it was just a dream, he attempted to stand up and had to grasp the handrail on the crib to steady himself. He couldn’t figure it out, why did his clothing feel so baggy? It was as if he were a little boy wearing an adult-sized diaper several sizes too large! It was slipping! He could feel it! What the hell was going on here!?

Before he could take a breath and start screaming, his mother entered the room and picked him up. “There, there, now!” She said. “Looks like somebody had a bad dream.” Jimmie nodded his head and hugged her for comfort. Gone was the cockiness and surety of being a teenager only to be replaced by the uncertainty and strong intuition of being a young boy trying to figure out what was going on. Maybe it was time to stop acting like a baby and grow back up while he tried to figure it out? Okay. The first thing he needed to do was to convince his mother that he needed to get out of diapers!

“Mommy, I gotta go potty.” To which his mother replied that babies didn’t go potty, they went in their diapers. In saying so, she lay him back down on the crib surface, took off his too big pajamas, and proceeded to tickle him, and added a few belly raspberries to the mix. He couldn’t resist, laughing loudly, his bowels began to give away just as he realized it was too late. He voided.

His mommy looked at the mess at the back and decided another bath would be in order. When the bath was completed and little Jimmie smelled of soap and baby shampoo, he found himself on the changing table again. His mother pulled out a size 5 diaper and he now realized that there was something really wrong here. “Mommy, stop! I’m not a little boy! I’m a big boy and I go to school! Stop!”

“Really?” Said his mother, “Big boys who go to school don’t wear diapers and can go to the potty.” Despite Jimmie’s protestations and promises to act like a big boy, his mother just harrumphed and proceeded to diaper him. She then placed him on the floor to play and said “We’ll have no more of this ‘big boy’ foolishness, young man. Play with your toys!”

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Jimmie, clad in a number 3 diaper for toddlers and wearing a onesie with leg snaps finally drifted off to sleep. He had tried to resist, but sleep had come and his consciousness faded out like the light of a candle in a strong breeze. In his dream, he was unable to sit up. He lay on his back with his arms and legs moving in a rhythmic, almost circular motion. He had no thoughts, just emotions. His head could move from side to side and for the most part, all he could see were the crenellations on the ceiling…

Little Jimmie awoke with a start. He couldn’t sit up! His vision was blurry and the only thing he could make out was his mother watching over him while he lay there in the crib. “Mama, pwease! Make me big boy! Me am big boy!” He cried out.

“Sorry, Jimmie. Didn’t I say that once you were a baby, you’d have to grow up all over again?”

Jimmie cried. He wasn’t crying because he had lost all his life experience, he cried because he was wet, uncomfortable, and needed to be held.