My Return to the Nursery

My Return to the Nursery

By Baby Rox


It’s chilly as I awaken, and I squirm further under the covers as I peer through the bars of my white crib. Mommy tucked me safely inside my crib early last evening. I will have to wait for her to release me from its confines. Babies can’t get out of their cribs by themselves. I can’t do much more than move my arms and legs feebly anyway. There’s no possibility I could climb over the railing high above me.

As I snuggle deeper with my favorite blankie, I feel my diaper growing warmer and wetter. Like any other baby, the muscles of my bladder sphincter are completely and constantly relaxed. I never know when I will wet my diapers until I’m already feeling the warm pee soak into the soft thick bulk of my cloth diapers. I suckle rhythmically on the large bulb of the pacifier filling my toothless mouth while I wait. It doesn’t take long. Only moments after I awaken each morning I feel the mass of high fiber baby cereal and strained fruits from my dinner finish their journey through my intestines. I feel the mass of soft baby poop pushing, and suddenly it seems to shove its way completely out to fill the back of my sodden diapers.

Now I do what any baby with a wet and messy diaper does when she wants to be changed, and began to cry loudly for my Mommy.

Of course, I have no words for these things and events while I lie within my crib, enraptured by my seemingly complete return to infancy. It is the weekend, and Mommy has used the “Complete 24 Hr Baby” file on me. I am a baby, and I only know a very few baby words – Mama, baba, binkie, blankie, dipee, titty. I see the world through a baby’s eyes and have no word or concepts. Everything seems new and wondrous to me – I can spend minutes playing with a drool bubble.

It seems that I have a high degree of suggestibility and susceptibility to hypnosis, though neither of us knew that when we first got interested. When Mommy told me about the files she had found on the Warp My Mind web site, I have to admit I didn’t think there was much chance they would really work.

“We’ll see,” said Mommy, grinning, “I think I can get some drugs from the hospital if I’m careful. The same drugs we use to relax patients before surgery also have the effect of making people more suggestible and susceptible to hypnosis. If I just scavenge the unused remnants of Lorazepam into a sealed test tube, I should be able to collect plenty for the low dosages we’ll be using.”

It took nearly a month before Mommy said she wanted to begin my training. When she had diapered me that Friday afternoon, she asked, “You’re sure you want to do this too, aren’t you, Babykins? I don’t want to feel like I’m forcing this on you. You know, it’s just that sometimes you talk, or move like an adult, or call me Gloria, and it just ruins the whole thing for me. I just think it would be more fun and real for both of us if you were more conditioned to just acting like a baby naturally, and I think hypnosis can help that happen. I know Mommy would be happier if Baby stays a baby a lot more.”

What could I say? I knew how extremely fortunate I was to find a woman I loved who not only accepted my adult baby desires, but actually found real fulfillment in her role as my Mommy. She only wanted me to be more of a baby so she would feel more like a real Mommy. Beyond pleasing Mommy lay the promise of realizing some of my own deepest fantasies. Hadn’t I always dreamed of being a real baby again? This seemed to offer the hope of at least feeling like I was a real baby again. I could be living 24 hours of the day experiencing what it was like to be a baby again.

“Baby would be much happier being baby a lot more, too, Mommy,” I answered in my somewhat garbled toothless speech, “Baby want Mommy happy too.”

Mommy selected two files to try first. The Train No Bladder Control she chose because it was made, “to train absissy to wet uncontrollably all the time. Use will result in addiction to wearing diapers and complete loss of bladder control whether diapered or not.”

She then chose the Train Baby Bladder because the Web Master / author, EMG, wrote, “This file increases your desire to wear diapers, and causes the listener to dribble pee into their diaper, and even makes them dribble while being changed.”

The test of their effectiveness would have to be the “uncontrollable wetting”, since we both decided it would be hard to increase my desire to wear diapers (constantly) or my addiction to being diapered constantly. I had never slept through the night, wetting my diapers without waking like a baby would. My bladder would rouse me, I’d recall I was diapered, and fall back asleep in a warmer wetter diaper. If I began wetting my diapers while remaining asleep, that would be our proof.

Mommy used a clean syringe to inject the small dose of drug, and guided me to lie down on our bed. Placing the headphones over my ears, she waited until I had settled into a comfortable position, and began playing the files…

Nearly three hours later, I awoke in a soaked diaper with Mommy smiling down at me. She had edited the files to have the middle parts of both files play repeatedly between the induction that sent me under and the ending that roused me from the deep trance state. I didn’t even need to wait for confirmation of the file’s effectiveness as I felt my bladder suddenly and uncontrollably void into my already sodden diaper. I’d felt no urge or need to urinate at all, and then abruptly began wetting. I even tried to stop the flow, but it was as if I could no long even feel or move those muscles.

“Mommy, me wets,” I told her happily, “Wets wike a baby, Mommy.”

My thoroughly soaked diapers and unbroken dreams were proof positive of the file’s effects on me the next morning. I don’t think Mommy expected the files to be so quickly effective either. She got squirted with a fountain when she lowered the front of my wet diaper on the changing table and the cool air hit me. I felt my little dickie contract suddenly with the chill and then pee was spurting wildly from it.

“Mommy needs to remember that happens with baby boys and little sissies,” She said ruefully as she cut the fountain with the front of my wet diaper. It took a few minutes to clean both of us before she could finish diapering me. I could feel a small trickle of pee continuing to dribble from me for some seconds afterwards, already dampening my dry diaper.

I was back in diapers full time after that day. I no longer had any degree of control over my bladder, and pee dribbled from me regularly even when it wasn’t spurting out after a bottle of formula or juice. I was simultaneously thrilled and terrified by the sudden transformation to having a baby’s bladder control once again. It was the fulfillment of one of my deepest desires, but now I began to wonder if I would still feel like “me” if I really began to believe I was a baby again. Of course, fear wasn’t going to turn me aside at that point. Mommy wanted me to be her baby, and so did I.

It didn’t take long for us to move on to “Curse Thumbsucker” (this curse will last 6 months before it can be removed. The listener will suck their thumb at night at first and then develop more and more infantile behavior at night including a need for diapers. Also includes a trigger 'Thumb Sucking Time' that will make you suck your thumb and act more and more infantile, more so each time you’re triggered, for 2 hours or until returned to normal with 'Revert to Normal').

Besides the thumb-sucking, which Mommy controlled by substituting a big pacifier clipped to the front of the onesies I now wore, I began carrying around a soft pink baby blanket nearly everywhere I went. I began going to bed earlier in the evenings, and always with a warm bottle of formula. I had stopped drinking coffee – even from a sippy cup – because the taste was too bitter.

By the time I been conditioned for a week with the Thumbsucker Curse file, I had stopped sitting on the adult furniture. I felt more comfortable down on the floor and I could crawl where I wanted to go without having to stand up. I spent a lot of time on the living room floor watching the Sprout channel and other pre-school shows Mommy picked for me.

“I think it’s time to take this to the next level, Babykins,” Mommy said that evening, “I’ve edited a couple more of the files into one Mommy’s made just for you. I’ve joined together the entire Diaper Training 2 series in one file that will do it all at once.”

I read the list of sub-files and what their stated effect would be on me.

“Baby Induction - A guided imagery induction uses nursery images to lead you down into trance.
Magic Pacifier - This file makes it so you need a pacifier, the more you use it the harder you find it to talk and the more you want your pacifier.
Diaper Dreams - This file causes you to dream of being diapered and treated like a baby or toddler every night.
Crib Bedtime - Every time you go to bed while wearing a diaper, the bed you are laying in will become a crib until you have messed your diaper.
Toilet Un-Training - Reverses the toilet training process taking you to a point you can't be toilet trained again.
Diapers Only - Makes it so that you can only wear diapers and aren't embarrassed by it.
Diaper Clothes Trap - Once you put clothes on over a diaper you can't remove them until you wet/mess the diaper.
Can't Feel Your Bladder - You will no longer be able to tell when your bladder is full so you'll just automatically empty it when it's full.
Diaper Controls You - As soon as you put a diaper on it seems to take control of you, making you wet and mess uncontrollably and making you need to wear diapers more often.”

Acting like a baby didn’t require any more “acting” on my part after a few nights of my new programming. Even though I knew I was still an adult, I was much more comfortable thinking of myself as a baby and behaving like one. I was controlled by the diapers I wore and the baby clothes Mommy dressed me in every day. My bowel control began to fade much more slowly than my bladder control had, but after another week I was pooping almost as helplessly as I wet my diapers. I didn’t try to walk at all anymore. It felt much more natural to crawl everywhere. Though I could still think like an adult, I no longer even tried to act like one. I found that I didn’t really like thinking all that much, and it was much better to feel and act like a baby without thinking at all.

And, soon I was living a much more infantile life style in my own feminine pink nursery with custom made adult sized baby furnishings. Mommy found an internet company that made cribs, changing tables, highchairs, playpens, toy boxes, and even a rocking cradle.

Of course I was dressed in baby clothes (pink onesie and nursery print bubble romper) over my thick damp diapers when the delivery men came with the huge load of furniture. I remained seated on my playmat in the living room surrounded by large stuffed toys and blocks, sometimes feeling my pee spurt from me in surprise at a loud noise or curse as these huge men carried in the furniture.

“Don’t mind my baby hubby,” Mommy told the foreman and his assistant as they stood in the foyer to discuss where she wanted the furniture, “He suffered brain injuries in a fall, and now he has the mind and personality of a six-month old. You can see he’ll be no use in assembling all these things, and I wondered if you and your crew might do it for an extra $200 tip? I’m just all thumbs with tools, I’m afraid.”

I wasn’t embarrassed or even self-conscious at being regarded as an oversized infant by these very large and masculine men, After all, diapers were the only type of underwear I could wear. It wasn’t my fault I no longer had any control over my bladder, and no idea how to use a toilet. Of course I had to wear the baby clothes Mommy dressed me in; babies can’t take off their own clothes. I had no idea how to dress or undress myself any longer. Mommy decided what baby clothes I would wear and I just had to wear them. I sucked my pacifier almost continuously for comfort and the sense of security it gave me. Mommy said it was better than sucking my thumb, which was always in my mouth if the pacifier wasn’t. I loved to suck my thumb, but the pacifier was better sometimes. I dreamed every night of being diapered and treated like a baby and sleeping in the secure comfort of a baby’s crib, and awoke each morning to find my dreams realized as Mommy treated me exactly like I was a real baby.

Once my nursery was assembled, decorated, and fully furnished with every supply a baby might need or want, Mommy moved me into it. She had completed editing another long version of an EMG file, Complete 24 Hour Baby (Turns you into a baby for 24 hours, you will act like a complete baby and lose all control over bladder and bowels. For the next 24 hours after you listen you will be reduced to being nothing more than a baby.) Mommy gave me a full dose of the drug before tucking me into my new crib with the headphones laying the file in a loop to repeat all night long.

When I awoke the next morning, I found myself profoundly changed. Though the Diaper Training, Thumbsucker, and Diaper Training 2 files had all conditioned me to behave more like a baby, and feel comfortable acting like a baby, none had changed me like this. I’d lost all my language, and all my adult (or even childish) knowledge. I no longer thought in words at all, and all my attention seemed to center on how I felt. I was wet, and within a few minutes, I was messy as well. The poop in my dipee felt itchy and irritating, and I began to cry for my diapers to be changed just like any other baby.

To be continued