Chapter 3 - Only babies wear diapers

The Premie Peter Saga

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Babies wear diapers and other fun things:

As time passed, I was beginning to wet so often I needed 4 or 5 changes a day and double thick diapers at night or I’d leak. Two or three poopie diapers didn’t help a lot either.

Two things became apparent after about 6 months. Firstly, having to change 3 or 4 times whenever I went into the city to meet with bankers was getting annoying, and having to launder diapers every 2^nd or at most 3^rd day was a REAL chore.

I loved my nice soft thick cloth diapers and pretty baby panties but the laundry was starting to take up more and more time, and storing wet poopie diapers (even when rinsed out) made the car smell like a diaper pail, especially on hot summer days. Taking the train to the city was impossible as I’d need a huge rucksack as a diaper bag for the return trip.

Mandy and I discussed the situation and decided to try and find some disposable diapers, like Pampers that might work. Remember, even in the late 80’s there wasn’t much choice or selection.

Depends were a joke, Attends not much better (one wetting and they would sag, come apart and leak), and Ambeze were all but useless. Finally we found a European brand of diapers that fit pretty well and were much more absorbent than anything else but cloth diapers.

The were kind of crinkly when walking around, but they would hold at least two wettings before danger of leaks.

We ordered several cases and stockpiled them in our storage shed. Mandy agreed we could use them when I had to go to the city and during the work week at home, unless we were going out to shop or do chores. At all other times it was to be cloth and baby panties.

This worked out. MUCH less laundry, and I could just throw the diapers away in the trash when I had to change in the city.  I even got pretty adept at changing my own Pampers, as Mandy called them, so didn’t need to wait for her to change me. I still couldn’t do my own cloth diapers for some reason. Just couldn’t get the pins right.

Trips to the city were becoming less and less as internet connections improved and I could do almost everything I needed to do from home via internet or email so I was home most of the time, lounging in my diapers and onesie or Polo shirt unless Mandy had patients. I was totally comfortable in my diapers and didn’t care who saw me.

After all I needed diapers because I wet all the time. Mandy however wanted a bit of dignity around her patients so insisted I put on shorts or pants when she had visitors.

Our playtime and scenes continued, and she constantly dug up new ways to hit my hot buttons and humiliate or really dominate me.

She spent quite a bit of time in Toronto, Canada working with or studying with Terry Masters (you know him as MindMaster here I think), and always came back with new ideas or scenes to try with me.

On one trip I accompanied Mandy and met Terry. He and I had some nice casual conversations and he is REALLY nice, but strong and firm. He is a firm Master or Dom but takes great care with his subs, and does a lot of work in the fetish community with Trans people and infantilists and submissives ensuring they can live out their desires without compromising their life needs or safety.

After one of her Toronto trips, Mandy told me things were going to change a bit. She was going to take more control of things and train me the way she wanted.

Huh!!! I thought that was what she’d been doing all along. I had so many personalities implanted to respond to triggers and strange humiliating behaviours implanted I was never too sure when I was me or one of her creations.

After dinner she told me to come into the den and prepare for a session after I finished the dishes and cleaning up. I hurried my chores and dutifully presented myself to the chair awaiting her instructions.

She put me in trance with a quick trance trigger then took me way down deep. Rather than giving me suggestions or commands, she began an interrogative session where she asked questions and then guided me to the answer she wanted or expected.

“Petie who wears diapers?” to which I replied “I do.”

“No Petie that’s not what I mean. What type of person wears diapers?” and after a few seconds ‘thought’ I replied “Babies wear diapers.”

“That’s right Petie Babies wear diapers. In fact ONLY babies wear diapers. Why do babies wear diapers Petie?”

“Because they pee and poo all the time and don’t know how to do anything else.”

“Very good Petie. That’s right. Babies wear diapers because they pee and poo all the time with no control and need their diapers to keep from making messes on the furniture or floor or in their clothes.”

“Why do you wear diapers Petie?”

Again a few seconds ‘thought’ and “I pee and poo in my diapers because I can’t control my peepee or poopoo.”

“That’s right Petie. You can’t control your bladder or bowels and pee and poo all the time without any control. Just the way a little baby pees and poos, and that’s why babies wear diapers.”

This back and forth went on for a few more rounds until my mind began to think I am like a baby and I need diapers.

Then Amanda took me even deeper and began some intense programming.

“Petie, you know only babies wear diapers, and only babies pee and poo in their diapers. Adults don’t wear diapers, big boys and girls don’t wear diapers. Only babies wear diapers, and babies wear diapers because they don’t know how to do anything else but pee and poo in their diapers.

Only babies wear diapers and pee and poo in their diapers.

Petie you don’t know how to do anything but pee and poo in your diapers, and you have to wear diapers all the time.

If only babies wear diapers and only babies pee and poo in diapers then YOU must be a baby. You are a baby because you wear diapers and pee and poo in your diapers, and only babies wear diapers and pee and poo in diapers.

It’s irrefutable Petie, absolutely true and undeniable. Only babies wear diaper and pee and poo in diapers and you must be a baby because you wear diapers and pee and poo in your diapers.”

She repeated this logic several times and I was convinced I was a baby because I wear diapers and pee and poo in my diapers.

“Petie are you a baby?” “Yes m’am.”

“Why are you a baby?” “Because I wear diapers and pee and poo in my diapers and only babies wear diapers and pee and poo in their diapers.”

“Very good Petie. That’s right YOU are a baby and you will always be a baby as long as you wear diapers. Only babies wear diapers and as long as you wear diapers you are a baby.”

She repeated this a few more time then brought me out with no memory of the suggestions or session.

Over the next couple of days she repeated the session several times and began asking me how her ‘baby’ was, or “Does baby need his diaper changed?” and it seemed perfectly normal to be called baby or spoken to like a baby.

She and a Dom friend were visiting and her friend asked why I wear diapers, and I politely replied “Because I’m a baby.” And went off to do whatever I was doing.

I had accepted I was a baby because I wear diapers.

Mandy was quite pleased with her new programming and decided she wanted to take it further. The next afternoon she had me sit in the den chair and began another programming session.

“Petie you know you are a baby because you wear diapers, and only babies wear diapers. Babies can do some things for themselves but there’s lots of things babies can’t do themselves. And one of those things is changing their diapers. Babies can NOT change their own diapers. Babies need a grown up to change their diapers and since you’re a baby you can NOT change your own diapers.”

After repeating this a few times she continued “ From now on you can NOT change your own diapers. You need me, as your Mommy to change your diapers.

Only Mommy or another grown up Mommy says is OK to change your diapers can change your diapers, but you can NOT change your own diapers. No matter how hard you might try you can not change your own diapers and need Mommy to change your diapers.”

A few more repetitions and I just knew I couldn’t change my diapers and needed Mommy to change me. A little question and answer and she was satisfied I could no longer change my own diapers.

“Petie, from now on when you have a poopie diaper you must come and tell Mommy you have a poopie diaper in your Baby Talk words and ask Mommy to change you. When you have a very wet diaper and need changing you must come and ask Mommy in your Baby Girl Talk voice to change your wet diaper.

Only if Mommy says “Petie go change your diaper like a big baby” can you change your own diaper but at all other time you must ask Mommy to change your diaper and only Mommy or an approved grown up can change you diaper.”

That night after dinner I had my usual ‘after dinner’ poopy diaper while doing the dishes. Mandy was in her study reading some papers, and I came in and said “Mommy Petie gots poopie diapee. Pweaze change me.”

Mandy broke out in a fit of giggles and I felt totally humiliated talking like a toddler and asking ‘Mommy’ to change me.

Once she calmed down she took me to the playroom, laid out a change pad and cleaned me up, and put a nice thick cloth diaper on for the evening and bedtime.

The next morning after I woke up, I had to wake Mommy and ask her to change my poopie and very wet diaper in my sweetest baby girl voice and language. And so it went on day after day, with me finding Mommy and asking her sweetly to change me 4 or 5 times a day and every morning.

Only Mommy could change me, and one or two of her Dom friends who visited a bit. In five or six months I was told to ‘Change your diaper like a big baby” only very few times, and then only to change a disposable. I could not change a cloth diaper to save my life.

Mommy seemed to enjoy changing my diapers and baby talking to me while she changed me and pointing out how my ‘wee wee’ was shrinking from being in wet diapers all the time, and telling me what a good baby I was for wetting my diapers all the time.

Mandy continued to hone her skills and knowledge and kept practising on me whenever we both agreed to a new scene or role (as if I’d ever disagree at this point). My view of myself was becoming increasingly submissive and dependent on Mistress and Mommy as I became increasing submissive and needed to please Mistress Amanda and Mommy Mandy.

Mandy always had a thing about her breasts and loved to have me suck her nipples and tongue her nipples until she came. Often it would take only a few minutes before she was highly aroused and ready for me to go down on her or mount her and make her cum then back to her breasts to keep her in that ‘post orgasmic’ bliss.

She often said this must be why mothers breastfeed, it just feels so good having your breasts suckled.

Which lead to her next series of programming.

Stay tuned for Chapter 4 – Mandy’s new baby