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Archive-title: The C.A.P. Clinic - II

                              - Chapter Two -

                              A New Beginning

As Ann and John drove home, she kept fingering the small package Dr.

Whetmore had given her. She really liked Dr. Whetmore, and hoped she could

help John with his problems.

It seemed a little "silly" to have her grown husband in diapers, but if

this was what he needed to get better, then so be it. Besides she'd always

like playing dolls and dressup when she was a little girl, and when she was

babysitting she had always liked looking at the little boys when she

changed their diapers.

She even remembered one boy who was 12 years old when she was just starting

to give up babysitting. She was 17 then, and had learned quite a bit about

boys and girls, and had even felt some of her boyfriends getting hard in

their pants when she rubbed them the right way. They seemed to like it when

she pressed gently on the front, but most of them just became helpless and

engrossed in what she was doing to them, until they came in their pants

like babies wetting their pants.

Ann had like playing with this 12 year old boy who still wore diapers

because he was a bedwetter, and watched him get all funny looking when she

changed his diapers and rubbed him with baby lotion. He seemed to go in his

diapers too, but he never got them sticky like her older boyfriends, and

usually peed his diaper right after he got soft again, so she'd have to

change him to put him back to sleep.

Now her husband of 8 years was wearing diapers, and was going to start

using his diaper just like the little babies Ann had babysat for so few

years ago.

They got in the house and Ann prepared dinner for she and John. They talked

animatedly about the revelations of this afternoon with the two doctors,

and both felt comfortable discussing John's baby needs. After dinner, as

John pulled out the plug from the sink he wet his diaper.

Turning to Ann he said "Please, Annie can you change my diaper. I'm all

wet." to which Ann replied "C'mon now John you can still change your own

diapers. You're not a little baby yet !!"

Just yesterday these words would have seemed so strange to Ann, but already

she was beginning to accept the inevitable change in her and John's


Reluctantly, John went to their room and changed his own diaper, returning

to the living room wearing a big blue disposeable diaper and Polo shirt.

As they sat looking thru the material Dr. Whetmore had given them, Ann was

amazed at how much their was for adult babies, as most of the infantilists

were called. An organization in California, called DPF had a regular

newsletter, and magazines and tons of stories for adult babies. They even

had special big cloth diapers and baby panties, and cute baby styled

clothing for big babies. The man who ran DPF, Tommy, was a big baby

himself, and sure looked cute in his rompers and diapers.

There were other magazines from Infantae Press in Seattle, Washington, and

a lady in California, named Florence, who ran Amber E. They all had lots of

letters from big babies who were so happy to be able to return to their

bottles, and diapers and panties and having found mommies or daddies to

take care of them when they needed some babying.

Ann particularly found an article entitled "The Mommy Solution" from DPF

helpful in understanding John's needs. She almost felt like crying after

she read it, wishing she could be a mommy to all those babies in search of

a mommy.

As she put down the last article, she noticed it was almost 9:30. They'd

better get going if they were going to listen to their special tapes then

get to bed. She noticed John was wet, and said "Get you diaper bag for

mommy John. You need your didee changed."

It felt strange, but natural, especially after reading the Mommy Solution.

Ann wanted to try and help John.

As John dutifully returned with his diaper bag, Ann told him to lie down,

stripped off his wet diaper, then powdered him, put on a fresh disposeable

diaper, then put his headphones on him, connected to his personal cassette

tape player and switched on the tape for him. Then she sat opposite him in

her easy chair and switched on her own cassette player.

In minutes, both had their eyes closed, looking to all like they were sound

asleep, while their subconscious minds absorbed Dr. Whetmores suggestions

for their new life, as baby Johnny and mommy. Their minds were like empty

sponges soaking up Dr. Whetmore's suggestions and instructions.

Ann was "learning" to be a good, stern mommy and to keep baby Johnny in his

diapers and plastic panties as much as possible. Johnny was reliving the

pleasures of babyhood, the feelings and sensations of warm wet diapers, and

squish messy diapers. The feelings of helplessness and dependence as he wet

or messed his diapers uncontrollably or waiting for mommy to give him his


When they woke up, Ann viewed John in a new light. He seemed somehow

smaller, more defenseless, like a baby needing mommy's protection. John too

felt differently about Ann. She was now the stronger, the one who would and

could give him what he craved and needed, if he was a good little boy and

did what she told him.

Ann looked at his sodden diaper, and jokingly but sternly said "Well, you

are quite a little pisser aren't you. Get up to beddy bye and I'll change

your diapers for bedtime. Looks like you're going to need a nice, thick

diaper to get thru the nited aren't you sweetie."

John smiled then meekly said "Yes mama. I need thick diapers 'cuz I wet a

lot at niteenites. Thank you mama." and toddled off to their bedroom.

Ann giggled at the sight of her husband toddling up the stairs in his

sodden diaper. He actually looked like a toddler with a load in his diaper

the way he was walking.

Ann seemed to know there were a couple of "special" diapers in John's

diaper bag, and as she took them out, was shocked at their size. They were

huge, but designed just like the ones she'd seen for little babies in the

department stores a couple of years ago. They were made with 8 layers of

thick cotton flannel, and then had another insert made of another 8 layers

of flannel sewn in at the top and bottom.  That meant John would be wearing

16 layers of thick flannel in the diaper, which was kind of like quadruple

diapering a real baby. He probably wouldn't be able to walk with that much

between his legs, but then where did he have to go. The bathroom was "out

of bounds" while he was diapered, and those special locking diaper pins she

found in his bag, would make sure of that.

She found it kind of "kinky" as she thought of trussing her husband up in

these super thick diapers, then locking them on with the heavy locking pins

and keeping him that way until morning. As an after thought, she took two

baby bottles she'd almost missed out of the bag, and filled them with warm

water and cranberry juice. Somehow she seemed to know this combination

would make him wet more heavily during the night, so he'd be sure to wake

up in very wet diapers the next morning.

Just as she hoped, John had put out his changing pad and mattress protector

on his side of the bed, and was lying there waiting to be changed. She

gingerly removed the wet diaper, thinking "The little bugger must have wet

again to be this wet." then cleansed him off with a big baby wipes. Next

she liberally spread vaseline all over his bottom and took extra pains with

his weewee and front noticing the effect her gentle massage was having on

his penis. Just before it looked like he'd "erupt" she pulled the thick

diaper up between his legs, leaving him with a stiff hard on tucked safely

in 16 layers of diaper flannel. The pins snapped in place in a flash and

then on went the plastic panties.

All this fooling around was making her horny, but with John all trussed up

in his diaper, what was she to do. Then an idea struck her. Babies were

supposed to be very oral, so let's see how oral baby Johnny was.

"Johnny, mommy got you all ready for niteenites, but mommy wants some

lovings from her baby. Can you make mommy happy too ??"

John said "Sure hon, just let me get these off then I'll really show you

some lovings, then you can get me ready for beddy bye again. Huh.... What

the heck ??"

"Oh no Johnny. Once mommy puts your didees on for nitee nites they have to

stay on until mommy changes you in the morning. Besides, babies who have to

wear diapers shouldn't have their little weewee outside their didees and

panties, or they might have a nasty accident and peepee all over the bed or


I think you know another way baby can make mommy very happy !!" and Ann

gently but firmly pulled John's head to her chest then put her nipple just

inches from his mouth.

John didn't need another hint, and soon was sucking and tonguing her

nipples, arousing her to new heights of pleasure. As Ann gently pushed his

searching mouth downward, he found a new "nipple" to suck on and with Ann's

urging soon learned to use his lips, tongue and mouth to bring her time and

again to the heights of ecstacy.

John felt a new calm, peacefulness and a sense of helpless dependence on

this strong woman who was his mommy now, and as he felt her quiver for the

5th time, felt his bladder emptying hotly, uncontrollably into his diapers

and felt like he too was reaching the heights of orgasm, except his little

weewee was softly, limply being bathed in his peepee as he helplessly wet

his diapers uncontrollably while pleasing his mommy.

Little Johnnie was learning his lessons well, and would find himself soon

conditioned to repeat his lessons over and over again.

As Ann came down from heights she'd never know possible she could faintly

smell the urine in John's diapers and pulled him gently towards her breasts

again. As John suckled calmly, contentedly she began gently rubbing his

diaper at the front and soon felt the swell of his manhood. She kept saying

"Johnnie likes the feeling of his warm, wet diapers doesn't he ?? It feels

so nice to be in wet diapers sucking mommy's titties like a little baby

again doesn't it ?? Mommy loves her baby Johnny. Good baby Johnny wants to

wet his diapers all the time so mommy can make him feel good too."

John's subconscious was clouded by the sensations in his mouth, his diaper

region and especially in his cock as Ann gently stroked his erection in his

warm, wet diapers. Soon he was oblivious to everything except the

sensations and her words, and he KNEW it sure felt good to wet his diapers

and to wear wet diapers like a baby.

As he came explosively, Ann kept saying "Good baby Johnny, you're wetting

your diapers again. It feels so good to wet your diapers. Good baby." and

John's helpless subconsious made the indelible connection between the

pleasure of orgasm and wetting his diapers helplessly. He was hooked and

convinced wetting his diapers made him feel this good.

Ann, his wife of 6 years, was turning him into a helpless wetter and he

loved it.

As they drifted off to sleep, Ann turned on John's headset, then her own,

and they both slept soundly, deeply, letting their subconscious minds

absorb the pleasures of their new roles.

Tomorrow would see another small phase in the growth of their relationship,

until Dr. Whetmore took them to the next platform.


                              A New Day Dawns

Ann was awakened to the warm wetness of John's overflowing diapers. He'd

wet so heavily during the night he'd supersaturated the diapers, leaking at

the pantlegs and wetting the changing pad and the bed. His loud sucking had

also served to wake her, and she gently pulled his thumb from his mouth and

gave him the remainder of his bottle from last night.

Obviously he'd taken the one bottle and drained it himself during the

night, while she slept, and started the second before going to sleep again.

At any rate, he sure was wet. She'd try a little test and see how he felt

about it.

As John finished the bottle, he seemed to wake himself, and Ann said "Well

sleepy head, you sure slept soundly last night. How's it feel to wake in

pissy diapers, like a little baby."

To her surprise, John said "Mmmmm, it feels real nice. It's so nice and

warm and make me feel peaceful. Thank you for helping me Ann. I know I can

be a good baby for you."

Ann smiled, then said "Well pissy pants, time to get you up, changed and

then off to work. You've still got a job to do and you can't stay in those

sopping diapers all day or you'll get a horrible rash. Off you go to the


I'll have to think of something different for tonite, so I don't wind up

sleeping in a puddle too. One bedwetter in the family is bad enough,

especially one who wets as heavily as you do. Now off with you."

John swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, then almost fell

down as quickly as he'd gotten up. "Jeez, these diapers must have a couple

gallons of pee in them. They weigh a ton. Can't you change me here, then

we'll figure what to do ?"

"No way. You're too wet to be changed here. Besides you're still a grown

man, even if you do need diapers, so you get into the shower any way you

can. Crawl if you have to, but move it !!"

Obediently John tried again, but found there was no way he could walk with

the sodden mass between his legs. Crawl he did. Just like a little baby,

only with the heavy sodden diapers he even had trouble crawling.

Ann laughed at the sight of her 33 year old husband crawling to the shower,

in soaking, sodden diapers and then remembered the locking pins. As she

heard John get into the tub enclosure, then yell "I can't get these off.

Can you help me please Ann ??" she started to laugh, kind of sneeringly and

said "That's no way for a good baby to talk. Ask me nicely in a sweet baby

voice to please change your pissy diapers, and I'll consider it."

Reluctantly John started asking and eventually satisfied Ann by saying

"Pweez momma change pissy baby Johnny's pissy baby diapers. Pweez momma."

and Ann laughingly released the diaper pins letting the sodden diaper fall

to John's feet.

After his shower, John came out to get ready for work. Instead of his

regular briefs, Ann had laid out a pair of thick, terry cloth pants, kind

of like trainer soakers toddlers wear while being toilet trained. John

yelled down to Ann "Hon these aren't what I wear to work, what gives ???"

His baby personna was receding as he got ready for a day at the office, and

the idea of wearing baby training panties was repulsive. Sure he needed

diapers at night time, since he was such a heavy bedwetter, but training

pants during the day, no way.

Ann shouted up sternly, "Ok Mr. Pissy pants. You may think you're all grown

up, but the evidence against you is in the washer now, or did you already

forget the condition of your diapers half an hour ago. Now I want you in

those trainers, and dressed and down here for breakfast in five minutes or

else !!"

Meekly John put the trainers on. They felt strange, yet somehow comforting.

Maybe they wouldn't be so bad after all. They felt kind of like diapers,

but not quite so bulky.

As they had breakfast, Ann explained "I know you haven't had any daytime

accidents for quite a while, but we don't want to take chances. You've been

wetting quite heavily at night again, just like you did when you were a

baby in diapers all the time, so the training panties are a precaution. If

you have a "little" accident, it shouldn't be so bad you get your trousers

all wet. Just be careful and pay attention and go potty when you first feel

the need.

Remember now, if you wet your pants at all, it's back into diapers for you

during the daytime, too !!"

John hung his head and said "Yes ma'm. I'll keep dry. Sorry I yelled

earlier, it's just that I'm not a baby anymore. I don't need baby pants at


Ann just smiled, handed him his bag with two spare pair of pants, and said

"We'll see about that."

Ann started her walkman with the music cassette and went about her

housework. As she proceeded she made a list of things she'd need. Enough

flannel for a dozen diapers, 4 more pair of plastic panties, two of the

large bottles she'd read about and one of the neighbours had said she could

get at the local pharmacy in the back of the store.

Then she looked at the DPF magazine again, and the Carloyn's Kids catalog

and ordered a dozen of the special extra thick diapers in print patterns,

and the print nursery styled panties. She ordered 3 shortalls, two rompers,

6 pairs of sleepers and two large soothers as well.

When she was done, she figured this would be a good layette to start with,

and with her sewing talents she could make more cute baby outfits for


Finally, she phoned the store Dr. Rotman had told her about. She was

surprised they would deliver this afternoon, no trouble, and set everything

up for her.

By the time John was due home, Ann had transformed the den into a passable

nursery. A large padded table served as changing table, with shelves of

diapers, panties and necessary pins, powder and lotions. A toy box held

large stuffed toys, some big hard rubber balls, and a cute large Roly Poly.

But the piece de resistance was the special bed. It looked now like a

regular child's bed, with low mattress, two pull out drawers underneath,

and a head and foot board. The beauty was it could easily be converted into

a full size crib, big enough for the biggest baby, complete with locking

side rails, large musical mobile to attach to the headboard and if needed a

locking top.

Ann felt the extra touch of a private stereo system with speakers at each

end and both sides of the bed would be a nice touch, and make it easier for

Johnny to listen to his special tapes in the nights and weeks to come.

This was going to be fun having a new big baby at home. She wondered how

Johnny was making out.


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