College or Cribs

Chapter 2
Baby's Room

Chapter Description: Chris wakes up in a room that is not his own. Dream come true, or something else?

Chapter 2: Baby’s Room

As the first rays of sunlight hit Christopher Cole IV’s face, Chris became aware of two things. The first being that his thumb was still in his mouth. That was a little weird, since Chris had never slept so soundly before. The second thing Chris noticed was the not altogether unfamiliar sensation of a wet diaper.

Chris had been in the process of "diaper training" himself, by getting used to sitting and even sleeping in wet diapers. While he by no means wanted to become incontinent, he....

Wait. Just. A. God. Damn. Minute.

Chris’s eyes shot open in realization, interrupting his own inner monologue. He shouldn’t be in a diaper! Not here! Not now!. His peripheral vision immedately picked up the wooden bars. He was in a giant crib. Lifting his head up, he could tell he was wearing a yellow T-shirt and a diaper. Wubby sat at the foot of the crib.

Chris sat up, findding it more difficult than he expected, using the bars of the crib to help himself up into a sitting position. The sheets had teddy bear prints on them, and Chris heard and felt the smooth ruffling and crinkling sound of the plastic sheet underneath.

He scanned the walls beyond the bars. The crib he was in was up against the wall farthest from the door. The wall to his right had a large sliding closet door, which was shut at the moment. At the far corner, next to the closet was what was unmistakenly a changing table, only much bigger, with a diaper genie displayed prominently next to it. Across from the changing table was a rather large rocking chair. The walls themselves were painted baby blue with bunnies stenciled in around the top edge.

Chris had gone to sleep in his old room. practically naked, and woken up in an oversized nursery. Chris’s heart began to beat faster and faster, with a combinatin of excitement and panic. It was like the beginning of so many stories that he read online; the ones where some psycho couple kidnaps the main character and decides to make the him or her the new baby. Those things weren’t based on true stories were they?!

Chris shifted to his knees and tried to pull himself up to a standing position. He grabbed the railing of the crib and heaved himself up. Then he experimentally let go. He kept his balance for a moment, then suddenly his legs went all Bambi on him and he started to weeble and wobble on the mattress before falling down on his rump.

Once again, he felt the squish of wet diaper between his legs. This prompted him to look down and examine the infantile garment he had woken up in. It had two tabs, one on each side. The texture was definitely that fake cloth texture, instead of the pure plastic backing that so many AB’s preferred. The decorations were....

Holy. Shit.

Chris’s mouth dropped open. Looking down at the waistband of the diaper, Chris realized that he was looking at Elmo. Not just any Elmo; not the guy who sang "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reigndeer" Elmo; THE Elmo. This was the Sesame-Street-let’s-learn-to-count-and-say-letters Elmo. Motherfucking Elmo! No Adult Baby diaper would have Elmo on it; they couldn’t get away with it- Proctor & Gamble AND the Jim Henson estate would have a field day.

Chris picked at the waist band a little bit. Maybe the image was taped on or something. That’s when Chris noticed that right by Elmo was the signature teal oval with stylized white print, with a little yellow heart over it. For some reason, Chris couldn’t quite make out the writing, but he didn’t need to. Just like how any fat kid knows that Golden Arches and big yellow "M" mean McDonald’s, a guy who has obsessed over infancy for most of his life recognizes the Pampers logo when he sees it.

Chris’s heart leapt into overdrive. He was wearing a giant adult sized replica of a Pampers diaper. It was like the beginning of some of the good stories that he read online. There’s no possible way this could be real. He took a quick survey of the room and his spatial sense kicked in. This room seemed vaguely familiar; how everything was laid out, and how big the room out. Then Chris realized: This was Brianna’s room.

Specifically this was his youngest sister’s room circa age zero to about age two and a half. The crib, the rocking chair, all of it was arranged just as it was when Bri was a baby; only now the color scheme was changed to accomodate a baby boy, and the furniture was enlarged to accomodate him. A smile spread across his face as the realization set in.

He was having a wet dream, again. Cleary his subconscious not wanting to go on infantilism abstinence for the summer combined with the old adolescent fantasies that seeing Roxanne stirred up, and now he was experiencing the result; the fantastic fantastic result!

So what do you do when you’re stuck in a dream that you honestly don’t want to get out of? You go with it, duh!

Chris reached over and grabbed Wubby from the foot of the crib and then laid back down. He idly kicked his legs in the air and maid gurgling and cooing sounds, doing his best to sound cute while he turned the old teddy bear in his hands. Chris smiled a little as he inspected Wubby’s eyes. In his dream at least, Wubby’s eyes were the same black beads that Chris had always remembered. Chris briefly considered drooling or teething on Wubby as any baby might do to their stuffed animals, but decided that the old boy had had it rough enough through the years.

That’s when Chris heard footsteps coming. This was gonna be good! The door softly opened and in stepped Roxanne, her curly blonde locks glistening in the morning sun. She was clad in a light purple terrycloth bathrobe, and while Chris would have preffered the silk nightie that he had purposefully pictured her in many times before, one couldn’t be too picky about what your subconscious handed you.

"Good mornging!" Roxanne cooed as she stepped in. Knowing this was a dream, Chris resisted the urge to cover himself and continued to idly kick his legs and cuddle with his beloved teddy. "It looks like someone is already up and awake!" Roxanne practically sung as she peered down on him lying in the crib. Chris looked into her eyes and couldn’t help but smile. There was more than friendship in those eyes, there was love, the kind of measureless love that only a mother can have for her child. Her smile told him that he was the center of her whole world.

"Ready to get up?" she asked, though her tone implied she didn’t truly expect an answer. Chris put down his teddy bear and held his arms up to reach for her. Roxanne, or rather Dream Roxanne needed no further cues. She lowered the railing of the crib, and with impossible ease picked Chris up, and rested him on her hip.

This close up, he could smell that her hair smelled of jasmine, and he breathed it in, savoring the Aroma. Damn, his dad had great taste in women. He absently hoped that if he and Sherry managed to stay together, she’d age as well as Roxanne had. Roxanne just giggled and rubbed her nose against his. Eskimo kisses. Even through the wet diaper, Chris could feel himself pressed up against her and was enthralled. He briefly considered pressing harder, but he through that thought away. He didn’t want to get *too* adult in this adult baby fantasy his brain had concocted for him.

"Let’s get my baby boy dressed and ready," Roxanne declared, as she made a bee line for the oversized changing table. Chris put up no struggle as Roxanne laid him down on the rubbery mat and pulled a strap across his tummy. His breathing became shallow with excitement as Roxanne’s fingers went for the velcro tapes on the diaper.

"Scritch." "Scritch."

The tapes were off, and the smell of urine wafted into the air as Roxanne pulled back the front of the diaper and Chris felt a definite breeze as his genitals were exposed to open air. Chris looked at his naked crotch. Hairless. Nice touch, subconscious. Very babyish.

Chris’s eyes practically rolled back into his head as Roxanne began to gently caress and wipe his most private and sensitive of areas. The coolness of the baby wipes on his crotch felt so real that for a second Chris mildly questioned if he was dreaming or not.

Then again, if this were real, he’d probably be too nervous to enjoy it. He’d be too worried that his little sisters, or worse yet his father would walk in or find out. Now THAT would be a talk. Knowing the impossibility of that, Chris decided to put it out of his head and enjoy his pampering.Pun intended.

After his front side had been wiped clean, Roxanne crossed Chris’s ankles over each other and lifted his legs up into the air by pushing up the back of the bottom heel. Chris felt Roxanne gently begin to wipe his backside; first his hole, then the crack of his ass, then each cheek.

"No poopies," Roxanne commented as she sanitized her step-son’s crevasse. "Oh well, maybe later after you get some num-nums in your tum-tums". Then Roxanne pulled the used diaper out from under him, and skillfully balled it up with one hand before setting Chris’s legs down and tossing it into the nearby diaper genie.

She then reached onto a shelf below Chris, and pulled out a fresh diaper and unfolded it. Then, just as quickly as she had slid the old one out, Roxanne picked Chris’s legs up and slid the new one under him. She wasn’t done yet though. Chris could see her take out a bottle of baby powder and felt it as she sprinkled it on him; first his bum, then his crotch. Roxanne even smoothed it out and massaged it in with her hand, caressing his backside and genitals.

This was heaven. Plain and simple.

Chris fought the urge to have his eyes roll back in his head from ecstasy, instead focusing on the minute details. He would definitely have to remember this dream for later and replay it when he had some private time alone for one of his *ahem* daydreams.

He focused on the feeling as Roxanne pulled the fresh diaper up between his legs, listening to the soft crinkle of diaper as she adjusted it over his hips. He felt the diaper become snug yet comfortable as Roxanne taped up one side, then the other. He looked down at the fresh diaper and saw that Grover was now decorating the waistband. While Chris would have preferred Cookie Monster or at least Big Bird, beggars couldn’t be choosers. Besides, he could always edit that in in future replays.

"All clean!" Roxanne announced as if someone needed confirmation. "Now let’s get you dressed for the day." Roxanne turned to face the closet, leaving Chris strapped to the table. With the closet door opened, Chris craned his neck to see that the closet was packed with large versions of baby clothes with cute little designs on them, as well as a box or two of Pampers.

Roxanne brought a gray pair of shorts with an elastic waistband over to the changing table and slid them up Chris’s legs and shimmied them up his hips. The leggings didn’t even cover his knees, and even though you could only see the top edge of the diaper, the tell-tale bulge below the waist did nothing to hide what Chris’s undergarment was.

This was a little strange, Chris thought as Roxanne unfastened the strap and helped him sit up. Normally, when Chris fantasized about these sort of things, he pictured the diaper in plain view; or at the very least, he’d be wearing a onesie. Sure, lots of parents dressed their kids in shorts, but shorts in of themselves weren’t very babyish. Rocking the Baby Huey look or at least a onesie though....

"Arms up!" Roxanne broke Chris out of his own thoughts. "Arms up! Like this, sweety!" Chris shook from his reverie and did as he was told, almost on reflex. Roxanne pulled the yellow t-shirt off of him. "That’s my big boy!" she praised him, as she pulled a new red T-shirt with a little bumble bee stitched over the heart over him.

That was weird too. Being called a "big boy", when he was clearly supposed to be a baby in this dream had been unexpected. Yeah, parents totally called their young children "big" as a means to encourage them to develop and behave, but it was throwing off his mojo.

This dream version of Roxanne paid no mind to Chris’s thoughts though, as she picked him up off the changing table and walked over to the rocking chair. She cradled him in her arms, and the chair was big enough to accomodate the both of them. She rocked back and forth for a moment, stroking his hair. Then she pulled back a side of her robe, revealing a naked breast.

"Let’s get you some milk," Roxanne told him. Chris knew what was coming next, and he didn’t fight it. Gently, she guided his head to her bosom, and gently he took a few tentative sucks at her teat. Then the milk began to flow. Rich and creamy, and better than he could have imagined, it came out of her and went into his mouth. Slowly, he suckled, trying to savor the taste, and the sensation.

"Good boy," Roxanne whispered and cooed as she petted the back of his head, gently stroking his hair. "You’re such a good eater. Yes you are! Yes you are!" Chris continued suckling on the sweet mothers milk, getting lost in the sensation.

Chris wondered how much longer this would last. Normally he’d have woken up by now, have either ejaculated or with a raging hard on at the very least. But he was in no hurry for this little fantasy to end.

"Easy there, baby," Roxanne said. "Don’t get your tummy too full. We still gotta get some solids in you." Just then there was a knocking at the door.

"Mom? Are you in there?" Chis heard the unmistakable voice of his sister Samantha call out. Chris stopped suckling and pulled away from Roxanne’s breast. What the hell was Sammy doing in HIS fantasy dream?!

"All done?" Roxanne whispered to Chris, as she covered herself. "Come in," she called out in her voice reserved for people who could understand her. The door flung open and in stepped Samantha, a blonde bean pole in GAP clothing.

"Sammygetoutthisisn’twhatitlookslike!" Chris yelped to his sister while still sitting in his step-mother’s lap.

"Hi Chris." Sammy waved and smiled before making eye contact with her mother. "So Mom," she began as she started rocking on her heels, "I was wondering."

"Yes?", Roxanne said, waiting for her eldest daughter to go on.

"I JUST finished reading the last of my Warrior books," Samantha continued, "and I was wondering if we could go to the library sometime today so that I can get another one?"

A wry smile crossed Roxanne’s lips. "Am I to assume that you’d prefer to go sooner as opposed to later?" she asked.

"Maybe...", Samantha smiled and bit her lip.

"Is this why you’re already dressed up and out of your pajamas already?" Roxanne pressed.

Sammy stopped rocking on her heels and launched into an all out offensive. "It’s just that Dad’s asleep, and I know we won’t have time after he gets up cuz we’re having lunch with him and then doing family things all day, and I figured you’d want me to be reading during the summer anyways since I’m not in school and I figured I figured I figured-" Roxanne held up her free hand while holding Chris with the other.

"Have you even had breakfast yet?" Roxanne asked seriously.

"No," came back her daughter’s sullen reply.

Roxanne took a deep breath and exhaled. "Go get some breakfast, and give me time to feed your brother and get dressed. THEN I’ll take you to the library."

"Okay!" Samantha squeed, as she did a little hop. "Love you, Mom!" she added as she quickly reached around Chris and gave her mother a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. "Love you too, Chris!" she added. "Kissies!" she cooed as she gave her big brother a peck on the lips, adding "Mwah!" for effect.

"Tell Bri, too! See if she wants to go." Roxanne called after Sammy as the girl practically pranced out of the room and presumably to the kitchen.

"Kay kay!" Samantha’s voiced echoed back.

Chris had sat dumbfounded through the whole exchange between his two family members. Samantha didn’t seem at all disturbed or even surprised when she had seen her big brother, back home from college, in a baby’s room, sitting in Roxanne’s lap. She barely acknowledged him, and talked over him, too.

Dream or not, either of his two sisters walking in on him diapered and breastfeeding from his step-mom would have resulted in either an immediate return to consciousness, or it turning into a nightmare of accusations and all the uncomfortable questions that he had hoped never to be asked by a family member.

Instead, all he got was being witness to his sister asking to go to the library after breakfast.

THE FUCK KIND OF DREAM WAS THIS?!

And then a disturbing thought crossed his mind: Was it?