Carol Cummings Is a Baby

Carol Cummings was an adult. A professor, to be more precise. So why was she walking around campus in nothing but a blouse and a diaper that had clearly been used for its intended purpose?

For poor Carol, it all began with a secret.

That secret was now out in the open, and everyone—colleagues and students alike—knew that the all-mighty professor was nothing but a giant baby who couldn’t keep her pants dry.

She sobbed as Erica paraded her through campus. 

If only she had been more careful. If only she had stood up to Erica, her student—or at least, she had been her student before Carol was forced to call her Mommy.

“Don’t worry, darling,” said Erica, “By this time tomorrow, none of this will matter. You will no longer be considered a professor here. Everyone will see you for who you are.”

Carol knew Mommy was right. 

Chapter One – Carol Cummings’ Secret

Erica stepped out of the taxi, taking in the sight of her new home for the next year. The campus was a stunning blend of old and new architecture, bustling with students who seemed to be enjoying every moment. While a degree no longer guaranteed a job, Erica was determined to make the most of her college experience. After all, she had earned her way in. 

As she looked around, she observed the people who would be attending classes with her. They seemed happy and excited, though most of them didn’t look like success was in their future. For Erica, the world was divided into two types: adults and babies. She had a knack for spotting the latter, an intuition honed from years of babysitting. In her mind, she was more than sure she wasn’t a baby. Smart and independent, Erica was the vivid embodiment of an adult. She also looked the part with her wavy blonde hair and her long legs. 

Her first class was Women’s Studies, taught by Professor Charlie Gilbert. A tall, striking woman with dark skin and killer eyes, Professor Gilbert was “sexy smart,” as Erica liked to put it. However, her lack of humor made the class a bit of a drag. Erica’s next class, Introduction to Politics, promised to be more interesting. 

The course was led by Professor Carol Cummings, a middle-aged woman with a cute nose and a well-maintained figure. Her brunette hair and pretty blue eyes captivated Erica, as did her profound knowledge of politics. The woman could talk and make it interesting and that wasn’t something easy. Yet she made it look easy. 

However, there was something peculiar about Professor Cummings that Erica couldn’t quite pinpoint. It might have been the way she moved, a slight hesitation in her step, or the way she paused mid-sentence, her eyes drifting to a distant place. Erica’s sharp eyes noticed a subtle bulge under the professor’s skirt, hinting at thick underwear. Most people wouldn’t see it, but Erica’s babysitting experience gave her a sixth sense for such things. 

“That will be all for today. I expect great things from this class,” Professor Cummings announced. “I’ll see you all next week.” 

As the professor left the room, most students assumed she was simply rushing to her next class. But Erica’s curiosity was piqued. With no other plans for the day, she decided to follow her intriguing professor, hoping to uncover her secret—a secret she was sure she already knew, but the confirmation of it would be the cherry on top to an already great day. 

Carol Cummings hurried towards her car, her mind focused on one thing: changing her soaked diaper. Diapers weren’t a necessity for her; she wasn’t incontinent or disabled in any way. They were a source of comfort, a way to calm her nerves and boost her confidence, especially on the first day of class. It was as if she was a superhero when she wore them. Carol felt safe; like she could do anything whenever she felt the thick padding between her legs. If only her students knew that beneath her composed exterior lay a secret yearning for the security of such an infantile item. 

She blushed at the thought. 

Finding a secluded spot in the parking lot, Carol quickly retrieved her changing supplies from the car. Struggling to remove the wet diaper, she finally succeeded after a few moments. The thick, soggy padding clung stubbornly to her skin, making the process more difficult in the cramped space of her car. She meticulously cleaned herself, ensuring no trace of urine remained, then generously applied baby powder around her crotch and buttocks. Finally, she put on a fresh, thick diaper, sighing in contentment as it enveloped her. It was an intoxicating feeling and one she wished she could feel all the time. 

Little did she know that Erica had followed her, watching the entire scene from a hidden vantage point. Erica’s jaw dropped as she realized she had been right. Her respected professor was secretly wearing and using diapers. What made it better was the fact that Professor Cummings actually looked so cute in them—as if she had been born to wear that thick padding.  

An idea began to form in Erica’s mind. 

“Oh, poor little Professor Cummings,” Erica thought. “Your life will never be the same. I’ll make sure of that.” 

Back in her car, Carol felt the comforting thickness of the diaper around her. It was the best moment of her day, providing the reassurance she needed to face her next class. Her colleagues always wondered why she never went to the bathroom at least a few times a day just like them. The thought of her best friend, Charlie, finding out the reason why brought an innocent smile to Carol’s face. Would Charlie accept her? Would she mind that she’s an adult woman wetting herself to feel comfortable and relaxed? She didn’t need to answer those questions. After all, she would never show this side of herself to anyone.

 If only she knew her secret had been discovered.

Chapter Two – Erica’s Offer

Carol Cummings sighed contentedly as she settled into her favorite armchair, wrapped in a soft blanket. She had poured herself a glass of red wine, and her apartment was bathed in the warm glow of a table lamp, creating an atmosphere of cozy serenity. Tonight, she indulged in her other secret pleasure — wearing her diapers as she watched one of her favorite Hugh Grant movies. The gentle pressure of the diaper against her skin brought a sense of comfort and security that few things could match. Was there even a better feeling? Maybe Hugh Grant would come out of the TV and change her. Blushing at that fantasy, she drank more of her wine as she felt the front of her thick padding. 

The next morning, Carol’s peaceful routine was shattered by an unexpected email. As she sipped her coffee and opened her laptop, her eyes widened in shock. The subject line read, “I Know Your Secret,” and the attached photo sent shivers down her spine. It was a picture of her changing her diaper in the back of her car. The message was clear: “If you don’t want people to find out, meet me in the parking lot after classes. Be padded.” 

Carol looked down at her full diaper. How? Why?! How could she have been so careless? 

“No,” Carol whispered, her heart pounding. She had been so careful, always discreet. Her mind raced with fear and humiliation. If her colleagues or students found out, her career would be over. She had worked so hard to get where she was, and the thought of losing it all was unbearable. 

Defeated, she got ready for another day of classes, following the instructions in the email. She wore a diaper, but this time it brought her no comfort, only dread. As she walked into her first class, she forced herself to focus, determined to maintain her composure. To her surprise, the class went exceptionally well. Her students were attentive, hanging on her every word as if she were the most powerful and important woman in the world. For a brief moment, she felt a flicker of the control and admiration she craved. Even now, she was a smart and independent woman who was more successful than most of her peers. 

But as the day progressed, her anxiety grew. During her second class, she felt a desperate need to pee. She tried to ignore it, but the pressure became unbearable. Pausing mid-lecture, she stood in silence for almost a minute. One of her students asked if she was okay, and she hastily blamed period cramps. The excuse brought some giggles, but at least she was safe for the moment. If she was obedient, no one would find out but the mysterious blackmailer that threatened to destroy her life. 

By the end of the day, Carol’s pulse raced as she made her way to the parking lot. The diaper between her legs felt heavy and damp, growing wetter with each anxious step. She reached the designated spot, her heart pounding in her chest. There was no one at first, and she allowed herself a moment of hope that it had been a prank or a cruel joke. Perhaps the person regretted taking that picture… 

“What an obedient little girl.” 

Carol turned to see a familiar face approaching — one of her own students. The sight of Erica sent a wave of helplessness through her. Erica’s smile was a mix of amusement and something darker as if she had been waiting for that very moment all her life.  

“I can see someone needs a change,” Erica said, her voice dripping with mockery. “Do you need a change, Professor?” 

Carol froze, feeling the warmth around her crotch. She desperately needed a change, but admitting that to one of her students was unthinkable. Shaking her head shyly, she hoped Erica would leave after having her fun. When she did, Carol would go back home and throw away all her diapers. She would never wear them again. 

But Erica had other plans. 

“Do you want to go for a walk?” she asked, taking control of the situation and grabbing Carol’s hand as if they were on a date. The Professor didn’t have time to react or answer before she found herself following the footsteps of her young student. Carol’s heart raced, and her diaper grew heavier with each step. She barely had time to respond before she found herself sitting in a coffee shop with Erica across from her. 

“Can I ask you something?” Asked Erica.

Carol nodded. 

“Why do you wear them? Are you incontinent, or do you just like it?” 

Carol blushed, glancing around to ensure no one overheard. “I—I need them,” she lied, feeling a surge of desperation. 

“Is that a question?” 

Carol’s face turned red as she fought the urge to release more urine into her already-soaked diaper. Erica’s grip tightened around her wrist, sending a shiver down her spine. “You don’t need them, do you?” Erica whispered. “You can tell me. I promise I won’t judge you.” 

Looking into Erica’s eyes, Carol saw genuine curiosity. Taking a deep breath, she admitted, “I like them. They make me feel comfortable and in control when I give lessons. They make me feel good.” 

As if confessing her secret opened a floodgate, Carol felt her bladder release into her diaper. A shiver of shame and relief ran through her. Erica’s voice broke the silence. 

“Did you just use it?” 

Blushing, Carol nodded. 

“Do you need a change?” 

She nodded again.

“Should we go to your place?” 

“What?!” “

Unless you want to go to mine, but I have a roommate. She might not be as open-minded,” Erica said, smiling. “Either way, I’m changing your diapers from now on.” 

“Why do you want to do that?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” 

“I—I don’t know…”

A silence fell between them before Erica stood up. “We’ll have to walk back to campus to get your car, then drive to your home. If we don’t leave now, you might start leaking, and I might have to change you right here. So, what will it be, private or public?” 

“Private,” Carol whispered, blushing. Never had she imagined being changed by someone else, let alone a student who could ruin her career with one photo. 

“Good girl,” Erica said. “Let’s go.” 

Carol obeyed, but her mind was preoccupied with the pressing weight of her diaper. She could barely walk, her pants doing little to hide its sogginess. At any point, the tapes would give up and she would leak, and then nothing would matter. It would be out in the open for everyone to find out.  

“You look cute waddling like that,” Erica teased as they walked, Carol struggling to keep up. 

Carol blushed deeply, focusing on the few remaining blocks to her car. Finally, when she was sweating cold, they reached their destination. Her secret was safe, so far…

Chapter Three – Mommy

Carol’s hands trembled as she fumbled with her keys, finally managing to unlock her car. Erica watched with an amused smile, leaning casually against the passenger door. “You okay there, Professor?” she asked, her tone playful yet laced with authority.

“I’m fine,” Carol replied, her voice barely a whisper. She opened the car door and slid into the driver’s seat, the heavy, soaked diaper pressing against her. Erica got in beside her, and Carol started the car, her mind racing with anxiety.

The drive to Carol’s apartment was silent, the air thick with unspoken tension. Erica’s presence was both intimidating and oddly comforting, a confusing mix that left Carol feeling vulnerable. She couldn’t help but glance at Erica from time to time, wondering what was going on inside her mind. Why would such a young pretty girl spend her time changing someone’s diaper? Carol wasn’t a freak or anything. Diapers weren’t something sexual for her, and yet, the thought of exposing her most intimate parts to her student brought a rush of adrenaline to every inch of her body. 

When they arrived at Carol’s apartment, the Professor led Erica inside, her heart pounding in her chest as she opened the front door. The cozy warmth of her home felt starkly different with Erica there, the sense of security replaced by nervous anticipation. Erica looked around, taking in the surroundings with a keen eye.

“Nice place,” Erica said, her voice breaking the silence. “Now, let’s get you changed.”

“But…”

“I don’t think your diaper will last much longer. Do you really want to wait?”

Carol’s face flushed with embarrassment. “I—um, the supplies are in my bedroom,” she stammered, leading Erica down the hallway. Once inside her room, she hesitated, feeling exposed and uncertain.

Erica took charge, her demeanor shifting to one of gentle authority. “Lie down on the bed,” she instructed, her voice soft but firm. Carol obeyed, lying down with her heart racing. She did her best to remain still, covering her face with her hands as Erica undressed her. For a second, the young student stood there, looking down at Carol and her exposed full diaper. She touched the surface of the thick padding with such gentleness, it made Carol blush even redder. There was a moment of silence before Erica turned to retrieve the supplies from a nearby drawer and set them beside the bed.

With practiced ease, Erica unfastened the tapes of Carol’s diaper, revealing the soaked padding beneath. Carol squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the heat of embarrassment spread through her body. Erica’s touch was surprisingly gentle as she cleaned Carol’s skin, wiping away the residue of her accident.

“You’re doing great,” Erica murmured, her voice soothing. “Just relax.”

Carol tried to focus on Erica’s words, finding some comfort in the student’s calm demeanor. Erica applied a generous amount of baby powder, the familiar scent filling the room. Finally, she secured a fresh diaper around Carol’s waist, the snug fit providing a strange sense of relief. It wasn’t as bad as Carol had thought. In fact, if she was honest with herself, she enjoyed the vulnerability of the moment. 

“There we go,” Erica said, her tone almost affectionate and with warmth behind her eyes. “All done.”

Carol sat up, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite explain. “Thank you,” she said softly, her eyes meeting Erica’s. “I—this…”

“Don’t worry,” Erica replied, sitting down beside her. “I enjoyed it, actually. It’s my first time changing someone your age.”

“But why?” Carol asked, her voice trembling. “Why would you want to do this?”

Erica smiled. “Because I see the world differently. If we accepted who we are, things would be better. Don’t you think? I’m an adult…You? You’re not.”

“I don’t follow…”

“You don’t need to. From now on, and if you don’t want anyone to find out about your little secret, you will obey me.”

Carol was in shock, but she managed to ask the question she’d been meaning to ask, “What is it that you want with me?” 

Erica smiled, “I want you to be my baby.” 

Speechless, Carol’s thoughts went crazy inside her mind. She had heard about adult babies. For a time, she had thought she was one. But the idea of her pretending to be an infant never really clicked with her. Diapers were perfect. But they were never meant to be more than just comfy underwear.

“What if I say no?”

“The pictures I took, will forever be on the Internet. Now, you’re smart to know that means that even if I get expelled for doing so, you will never find another job. You could kiss your career goodbye,” Erica paused and held Carol’s hands, “We both know, though, that that won’t be necessary.”

Erica stared at Carol right in the eyes, making the Professor blush and shake in her place. Even if Carol was the older one, it was clear to her that she had no control anymore. 

“It doesn’t matter what you tell yourself,” Erica continued, “You crave this…Perhaps you’ve even craved it your whole life. Well, now it’s happening. And all I ask is for you to be honest with yourself.”

Carol gulped. 

“What do you say?” Asked Erica, “Are you ready to be Mommy’s baby girl?” 

There was a moment of silence. 

Not long after, Carol nodded, knowing she was sealing her own fate. After all, what was the worst that could happen? 

As the evening turned into night, Carol and Erica talked about their new arrangement. More than a talk, though, Erica explained what Carol’s life would look like. Long gone were the days when she could decide things by herself. No. Now she had a Mommy, and Mommy was in charge of every aspect of her life. Diaper changes, feeding, dressing, bathing, and more…by the time Erica had finished explaining every aspect of it, Carol couldn’t help but feel tired and sleepy. It had been a long day, and of course, her new Mommy could tell. 

“What’s going on?” Asked Carol as she felt herself being tucked into bed. 

“Good night, baby girl,” said Erica, kissing Carol on her forehead before turning off the lights. 

Erica left Carol’s room and went straight to her laptop. Things were going to change, and with Carol’s credit card, she was going to make sure her new baby had everything needed for her new life.