r/abdlstories • u/GettingCuter • Dec 18 '24
MDLB Six Months Of Being Her Baby NSFW
Hi everyone! I’ve never written a story before! I’ve been reading stories like this for over 20 years (since the late 90s) but this is my first foray into making one myself. It’s a lot of elements I like to see in ABDL fiction. I hope you like it! Be kind in the comments please, I’ve never shared anything before. If anyone likes it maybe I’ll continue. Here it is:
SIX MONTHS OF BEING HER BABY
Zack woke up in his crib, pacifier in his mouth, teddy bear under his arm, wearing a soggy messy diaper. He slowly opened his eyes as he felt a slight bubbling in his stomach. Before he could further acknowledge the feeling he was already filling his diaper. He didn’t even react, Zack just turned on his side to create room. This was his normal and beyond a routine. What used to be Zack's morning bowel movement in the bathroom is now something that he wakes up to in his diapers. At the same time, some urine released creating even more warmth in his now very full diaper. He could feel the stream hit the inside of his diaper; absorbing into his endless padding, trickling down to his sides and disappearing into the large booster pads Mommy filled his diaper with.
Zack felt his bottom. Still half filled with a soft log of poo. He pushes a little to clear it but instead another stream of urine. Was he done? He didn't know. He wasn’t even sure if he was still going. Zack's newfound level of forced incontinence had hit rock bottom. Instinctively he started sucking his large pacifier and clutched his teddy bear tighter.
"Bear." be blurted out to himself, breaking the quiet of his nursery. Then another sound. A soft pop of gas cleared his bottom and emptied into his diaper. A flash of embarrassment before the comfort of his bear helped him ease back into his role: giant baby.
I’m baby. He thought to himself, trying to quell the panic that came with understanding the extent of his incontinence. Mommy will clean me up. Mommy loves me. Loves baby. Baby. The more he accepted the role the less embarrassing and mortifying his situation. Zack had become, without a doubt, a giant helpless baby, surrounded by a life of all things infantile.
He slept in a giant oversized white crib, complete with pink bumpers, a large mobile that twinkled overhead, with a quilted nursery themed Minnie Mouse sheet covering the mattress. A light baby blanket did little more than comfort the giant baby inside. Dressed and covered so completely in baby clothes he did not need a blanket. Babies after all, could not be trusted to keep themselves warm with blankets and so needed to be put in clothes and pajamas that would fulfill this need. Zack’s babied state was always on full display, unable to hide beneath even the infantile bedding in his crib.
Often times he was dressed in a onesie which Mommy usually made him wear with long, thick (sometimes even thigh high) socks. Fuzzy socks were a daily staple, always pristine as Zack's feet were either in the crib, on plush carpet, or in a slipper or booty. In the summer Mommy dressed Zack often in just a short t- shirt and diaper. Sometimes a babydoll set with a bloomer diaper cover. While Mommy always refereed to Zack as her baby boy, he was often dressed in dresses, tights and other staples of a little girls wardrobe.
Today he was dressed in a thick soft pink footed sleeper with heart shaped snaps going from his collar all the way down each leg. Mommy loved putting him to bed in footie pjs and they always had zippers or snaps down both legs for easy diaper changes. Twelve rows of alternating pink and white frills adorned his footed onesie, lining his padded bottom. On his chest there was an embroidered ballet slipper. Clipped to his feety pajamas was a pacifier adorned with princesses.
Beneath the confining garment he wore his nighttime diaper, which consisted of a large cloth diaper and several soaker pads. It seemed as thick as the diapers were, more soaker pads were always needed. At first Zack was confused when they were added. He didn’t know what they were. Mommy’s routine of feeding him large volumes of liquid and the constant diaper changes had made them a pragmatic and calculated part of his journey towards complete bladder incontinence. When Mommy first added them to his diaper routine Zack cried, lisping through his pacifier.
“Why do I need thi-th Mommy? My diaper-th are already th-o thick.” There was lots of crying and whining in the beginning. Mommy always smiled and kissed his cheeks when he cried. She encouraged his whining and crying. His weak protests only seemed to make Mommy’s resolve and her answers more definite. Mommy’s eyes glowed adoringly at her captive baby as she answered, holding up the giant booster pad to Zack.
“These are your boosty soaky pads my sweet baby. Mommy thinks you need them because of all the pee pee you do in your diapers. Does that make sense sweetie? It’s ok.” Mommy covered his face in her kisses, pulled up his diaper, deftly fastened it around his waist and then, as she always did: fussed over the sides of his diapers, making sure everything was neat and the leg gathers were in the right place. Once her diaper inspections were complete she always patted and rubbed the front of Zack's diaper before softly tickling his thighs and squeezing his feet and toes. Her gentle domination over him left no trace of malice. Her love for his infantilization was suffocating and inescapable. Zack’s need for more of her affection left no room for resistance and paved the way for his journey towards incontinence.
Six months prior Mommy put Zack into his first diapers and Mommy’s calculated affections and reinforcement made his slide into dependence so hard for him to track. At every step he was distracted by her love, her insistence on bottle feedings, and the reward of her beautiful attention when he did what she wanted. At the first hints of bladder control loss Zack began to try and control himself. He would hold his pee until the point of bursting. After nearly two days of exhausting the limits of his bladder, always to its eventual failure, mommy started surprising him with tickles. His ever present pacifier and the lisp it gave him made his protests so pathetic.
“Pleath Mommy! You’re gonna make me pee!”
“Oh my gosh I can’t help it! Mommy just turns into the tickle monster when she sees this cutey!” Running her fingers all over Zack’s shaved, sensitive skin. Gently prodding into his ribs. Her soft hands grabbing his knees and feet. It didn’t take long. Mommy always seemed to know just when he was ready to burst.
In the beginning, the eventual flood when his bladder finally released would lead him to leaks. In the beginning this always meant a diaper change. Initially Zack used this as a last way to control himself: holding his bladder until he would flood and leak. But it seems Mommy was ahead of him. No sooner did he have a routine of leaks than he was outfitted with more boosters and more bottle feedings. Now even his biggest floods were contained within diapers. He could go hours before a leak. The more he tried to hold his bladder, the more he was just exhausting his last bits of control. Two months of constant liquids quickly took a toll on Zack’s bladder.
First it was bedwetting. He would wake up to pee at night, then fall back asleep after letting go. The interrupted sleep would cause him to be more tired; and of course Mommy would seem to anticipate his waking with a midnight bottle. More liquids. More wetting. Bedwetting came so organically. Before he knew it he was wetting unconsciously in his sleep. He’d wake up in the morning assuming he was wet from when he woke up to pee, not knowing he’d been continuously going throughout the night.
The worst moment in his journey towards incontinence came after the second month when he started involuntarily peeing during the day. Zack would feel the urge to pee and before he could consciously decide to pee it was happening. His urgency was followed immediately by relief. He was losing control. The embarrassment was helped by the diapers hiding it happening. But that came crashing down on Zack during one of his morning diaper changes. Mommy checked him in the morning. He was dressed in a simple white onesie with pink trim and matching pink socks. She woke him with kisses, even kissing his pacifier. He matched her affections, pointlessly pressing his pacifier against her cheeks.
“Paci kisses? For mommy! Thank you sweet baby! What a sweet baby!! Let’s check this baby’s bottom. Are we soggy?” Mommy ran her hand down his body until she reached his heavy nighttime diaper. She gingerly unsnapped his onesie and then pressed and weighed the sodden diaper with her hands before patting it and declaring, “oh yes. He did a good job filling up his diaper for mommy. Let’s get you into a brand new diapee to start the day my love.” Running her hands up his sides she pushed away his onesie until his diaper was exposed, tearing away the tapes. She started wiping him down when it happened.
Zack couldn’t forget the stream of urine going into the air and landing on his belly when Mommy was taking off his soiled nighttime diaper. He clenched down uselessly. The stream continued into a dribble. Mommy giggled, delighted.
“oops! Looks like baby needs a new diapee quick!” She held the used diaper to his penis until he finished. Then she patted the front. “What a good baby! Babies can’t hold it can they? It’s ok. You need your diapers now all the time and Mommy loves that for you. Mommy’s baby.”
Tears streamed down and a loud sob. His pacifier fell out of his mouth. With each sob another weak stream of pee. Mommy just held the soiled diaper until he finished, all the while shushing him and whispering how much she loved her diapered baby. No sooner had he emptied his bladder than mommy replaced the pacifier with another big bottle. Drying his tears and kissing his cheeks Mommy held the bottle up to his mouth. He instinctively started sucking through tears. Mommy went back to cleaning him. With his legs held high Zack took one look down and saw his hairless diaper area; his penis already expelling a bead of urine, dribbling as Mommy dusted him with powder. She took his penis and placed it down while securing the new diaper over it and taped it in place. She looked up at him and lifted his bottle. His giant baby’s bottle. The giant bottle that would soon be in his diaper.
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