When I Was Babied

Summary: A twenty three year old man tells the story of when his mum 
kept him like a baby as punishment when he was sixteen.

I'm twenty-three now. I have a girlfriend, a good job and a great 
social life. I probably wouldn't be in this situation now though, if my 
mum hadn't done what she had.

My mum bought me up by herself. My father ran off with another woman 
when I was two. I can't put all the blame onto him for how I turned out 
during my teenage years, but maybe it was a factor.

The day after my fifteenth birthday my mother and I moved to another 
town so my mum could be closer to her parents. I was pleased because 
before we lived in the middle of nowhere, which meant it was difficult 
to have a social life. The new area we moved to was the buzzing with 
life and I was looking forward to making some new friends.

I started going to the local youth club near my home. The kids there 
were ok, but they were so boring. One night I went round the back of 
the club so I could have a cigarette. As I walked round I saw a gang of 
girls and boys in their teens. We got chatting and I soon realised 
these were my kind of people.

I was always out with my new friends. My mum often complained that I 
wasn't home enough and she even considered grounding me just so she 
could spend some time with me. I explained I was simply enjoying myself 
but she was concerned with the crowd I was hanging around with.

Not that I would have told my mother this, but I felt the same. We 
often got up to mischief. Knocking on people's doors then running off, 
smashing the odd window on dilapidated buildings, the usual teenage 
mischief. Things quickly got more daring and before I knew it, my gang 
and I were responsible for the majority of crime in the area we lived 
in. We started experimenting with drugs and stealing other people's 
property to fund the habit, we hurt other people to let them know not 
to mess with us.

My mum was no fool and she knew, not that I ever admitted it, that I 
had something to do with this mini crime wave that was taking place. 
She grounded me a couple of times. The first two times I stayed in but 
the third time I snuck out of my bedroom window to go out with my 
friends. My lifestyle was now kind of addictive, and after downing a 
bottle of vodka the night I snuck out, there was no stopping me. I 
mugged someone that night. I regret it to this day, not only for what I 
did to the victim but what my mum did to me as a result.

I was arrested for the mugging and got off with a fine, as it was my 
first offence. My mum was furious, of course I was grounded 
indefinitely but I wasn't that bothered. My so-called friends had 
seemingly disappeared of the face of the planet. They'd ditched me to 
save their own skins. I would have probably done the same, though.

The relationship with my mother quickly deteriorated. We rowed a lot 
and I repeatedly stormed out of the house and ran away when we had an 
argument. My mum was becoming increasingly agitated but there was 
nothing she could physically do to stop me leaving the house, well at 
first that was the case.

One night I came home to find my mum was still up. She was normally in 
bed by the time I got in as she felt it best to keep out of my way. 
This certain night however she was wide awake watching the TV.

I went into the lounge and she greeted me with a smile and apologised 
for the argument we'd had previously that night. I thought it was quite 
strange but I then went on to accept her offer of a cup of coffee as it 
was a cold night.

She bought me the coffee and I gradually sipped it as we watched the 
TV. I could see my mum keep looking at me each time I took a sip. I 
didn't say anything though. Soon after finishing the drink I started to 
feel dizzy and had a headache. I told my mum and she said maybe I was 
coming down with something, what with being in the cold. It didn't seem 
right though. I'd never felt like this before when I'd caught a cold. I 
started to feel very tired and before I knew it I had fallen asleep. 
Little did I know that when I awoke I would get the shock of my life.

I could hear the birds tweeting the following morning but I was too 
tired to open my eyes straight away. My head still hurt and I briefly 
recall the night before when I complained to my mum about feeling ill. 
Something wasn't right though. I normally wake up lying on my stomach, 
but that morning I was lying on my back, flat out.

I tried to move my hands and legs but something was stopping them from 
moving freely. I looked up and tried to open my eyes, as I did so I 
could feel a thick, snug sensation around my crotch and could hear a 
crinkly, rustling noise. I couldn't open my eyes so put my head back on 
the pillow. I could feel something in my mouth but couldn't fathom out 
what it was.

I must have fallen asleep because I remember waking up again. This time 
I could open my eyes, even though they were a little blurry. I still 
wasn't totally awake. My curtains were shut but I could see my room a 
little. I could also see something red and yellow on my mouth. I looked 
down and realised it was a dummy when I felt the teat in my mouth. Why 
the hell would I have a dummy in my mouth? I thrust myself up expecting 
to leap of the bed as usual but this time it didn't work. My arms were 
thrown back down and I could feel something holding them down. I tried 
to move my feet but they were held down, too.

As I moved my legs I could feel the snug sensation and hear the 
rustling again. I had an erection like I do most mornings, but that 
morning it felt more sensual than usual as my penis rubbed against 
whatever was on my crotch.

I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I was still half asleep, so I tried 
to shout for my mum. Of course all that came out was a muffled gasp. It 
was enough to grab my mum's attention though.

There was a key lock on my door, it was there when we moved in, my mum 
never let me have the key and she never used the lock on me, even when 
I was grounded. But I heard her put a key in the lock, unlock the door 
and come into the room.

She went over to the curtains and opened them. My eyes squinted as the 
sunlight burst into the room. I could see my body was spread out over 
the bed. My mum came over and sat on the bed close to me. I tried to 
speak but a muffled sound just came out again.

Mum stroked my forehead a few times. I hadn't been touched like that by 
my mum in years and it felt a little embarrassing, especially when I 
also had a dummy in my mouth and was restrained in my bed.

She stood up and whipped my duvet off me. I shivered with the cold 
shock to my body. I looked down and thought I was still dreaming for a 
second when I saw my body. My hands and legs were strapped down to the 
edges of the bed and I was wearing a nappy. I tried to get the dummy 
out of my mouth but it wouldn't budge.

My mum advised me I was wasting my time. She came down to the side of 
my head and started fiddling with something on my face. It was the 
strap lock to my dummy. She undid it and took the dummy out of my 
mouth. My breath felt horrible and my head was pushed to the side as 
the strap around the back of my head was pulled out. My mum had put a 
dummy in my mouth that had a strap on it to ensure it couldn't be 
removed.

I asked her what was going on. She stroked my head again as she told me 
she was doing this to stop me going off the rails and ending up in 
prison or even dead. I tried to move my hands and legs in an attempt to 
get out of the restraints and begged my mum to let me go but she told 
me to calm down.

She told me she was treating me like a baby indefinitely. I had no 
choice in anything and would only get my freedom back if my behaviour 
improved during my baby treatment. I still had the erection and it was 
clearly poking through my nappy. It was embarrassing, I was already 
blushing, what with being sixteen, tied down to a bed wearing nothing 
but a nappy in front of my own mum, but I could feel my face go 
scalding red as I saw my mum look at my erection. My erection got more 
intense and my penis started throbbing, it caused the nappy to rustle 
as it moved and I was worried I was going to ejaculate.

Mum told me I would have to use nappies to go to the toilet. I couldn't 
believe what I was hearing and I begged and begged to be released. My 
mum told me I was wasting my breath. She put the duvet back on me and 
advised me to use my nappy as she would be back in an hour to change it 
and to feed and bathe me. She left the room and locked the door.

My heart was pounding, I was so nervous and worried, and then I 
remembered she said she was going to bathe me. I presumed she'd bathe 
me in the bathroom, which would be the nearest chance I would get to 
escape. I hadn't a clue where I'd go if I managed to escape but I 
didn't want to live as a baby at the mercy of my own mum.

That hour passed quite quickly. I was constantly shouting for my mum 
but she never came. I tried to get out my straps but they wouldn't 
budge. I was now desperate for a wee. There was no way I could hold it 
in much longer and I wasn't going to get bathed until I'd used my nappy 
so I reluctantly decided to use it.

It was more difficult that I thought it would be. It took a few 
attempts and deep breaths before I could convince my body it was ok to 
wee into a nappy. I could feel my own wee trickle down my body and felt 
it get soaked up by the nappy. It was warm and all over my crotch area 
and it wasn't long before I could feel wee seeping down by my bum and 
being absorbed by the nappy. The nappy was rustling a little as it 
soaked up my wee. I manoeuvred my legs to try and alleviate the sticky, 
heavy sensation I had. I needed a dump as well but I wasn't desperate 
to go and there was no way I was going to shit myself.

Before I knew it the hour was up. My mum came in and took the duvet off 
me and looked at my nappy. She asked me if I was going to have a dump 
but I said I didn't need to go. She warned me that if I tried to resist 
using my nappy to have a dump then she would use laxatives and a 
suppository or enema to force it out.

My mum said she was going to change me. How humiliating. I could smell 
my own wee, I'd wet myself and my mum was changing my nappy. I started 
blushing again. Mum undid the straps on my legs, I took advantage of 
the situation and moved my legs around, I moved them closer together as 
they were pretty far apart when restrained, as I did so I felt my wet 
nappy press against my skin. I quickly moved my legs apart again.

My mum told me to lift my legs up which I did. She started undoing the 
sticky tabs on my nappy and I felt the warm, smelly wee on my skin as 
the nappy was lifted from my body. My mum quickly put a towel 
underneath me and told me to keep my legs in the air. I felt pretty 
exposed. My mum hadn't seen my penis in years and it was very 
humiliating.

She started wiping me with baby wet wipes and tissues. I just closed my 
eyes and tried to think of something else. She put powder on me and 
rubbed it in. She put her arm under my bed and pulled a fresh folded 
disposable nappy out.

She purposely held it out in front of me as she unfolded it. It was 
strange looking at it, knowing it would be going on me. My mum put it 
underneath me and pulled the nappy over my privates. It was a relief to 
have my penis covered again. She was pretty close to my body as she 
fastened the tabs on my nappy.

I was in a fresh nappy and my legs were strapped back down again. Over 
the next couple of hours my mum fed me by spoon and made me drink from 
my old baby bottle, she even read me a story, I ended up bursting into 
tears, I said I was sorry and would she let me go but she wouldn't. She 
said she would be back soon to give me a bath then left my bedroom.

I was wondering how my mum was planning to get me to the bathroom and 
what she would do to ensure I didn't escape. I thought perhaps she 
might tie my hands up. She had something more humiliating in mind. She 
came in and told me it was time for my bath but not before I'd had a 
dump in my nappy. She told me I had ten minutes to use my nappy or 
she'd give me something to help it come out. I begged her not to do 
this to me but she wouldn't listen. She'd had enough of my moaning and 
decided to use a suppository on me.

She put her hand down the back of my nappy with the ready suppository 
in it. She forced it up my bum, it was painful at first, she told me to 
relax otherwise it would really hurt. Eventually it went up. She wiped 
her hand clean with a baby wipe. I was nearly crying with 
embarrassment.

Mum put a waterproof mat under me in case I had a leak. Mum told me I 
would be going to the toilet very soon in my nappy. She left the room. 
Soon after she left my guts felt bubbly and before I knew it I was 
shitting myself. It was disgusting, degrading and humiliating, Noises 
were coming from me as my body expelled my own waste, and I could hear 
my mum laughing from outside when she heard the noises. It went on for 
ages, it seemed never ending. It was very warm, almost hot. I tried not 
to move at all. It felt horrible. I could smell it. I just didn't know 
what to do, I burst into tears.

My mum came back in and smelt the air. I was in tears and asked her to 
take my soiled nappy off me. I didn't want her to but I knew she would 
anyway. She stroked my head and told me it was time for my bath. She 
undid my straps then immediately handcuffed my hands.

She told me to sit up. I slowly did so, my shit squished against my 
body as I stood up. The walk to the bathroom was the most humiliating 
thing that has ever happened to me in my whole life. I couldn't walk 
properly as my nappy was so packed full of shit, it smelt awful and my 
mum was right next to me holding my handcuffed hands. There was no way 
I could escape now. How would that look? A handcuffed, teenage boy 
running down the street, wearing nothing but a shitty nappy.

Mum took me into the bathroom, took the dirty nappy off me and showered 
my body before cleaning the bath out and putting me into it. She 
handcuffed me to the grip bars on the bath so I couldn't get out. She 
started filling the bath with water and bubbles.

An hour she kept me in the bath. I was now clean and being dried off by 
mum. I was ready to escape as soon as I had the chance. But it never 
came. Whenever I left my bedroom I was restrained somehow and always in 
the presence of my mum. All the doors and windows were kept locked, 
there was simply no escape. I quickly realised that I would have to 
accept my enforced baby treatment and do as my mum says.

The worst part of each day was waking up in a nappy that I would have 
to use, strapped down to a bed. The best part of the day was going to 
sleep. It was the only escape I had from my imprisonment.

Then one morning I woke up. Just over a month had past and I had 
changed a lot emotionally. I did everything my mum said and I awoke in 
my own bed without a nappy on, no straps on and no dummy in my mouth.

I was free from my treatment. My mum apologised and told me she did it 
because she didn't want to lose me. I was angry with her but was too 
weak to lash out verbally or mentally. We both kind of intentionally 
forgot about it.

Things quickly turned back to normal. We have never spoken about my 
baby treatment since although I know she still has the restraints and a 
pack of disposable adult nappies. Perhaps she is keeping them in case I 
go off the rails again? I wouldn't want to be treated like a baby 
again, especially at twenty-three years old. I'll soon be ready to 
leave home and move in with my girlfriend.

Although it was humiliating, I think mum treating me like a baby was 
the best thing to happen to me to get me back on the straight and 
narrow.

I'd rather be treated like a baby than gone to prison or end up dead.

By JP