Finding Mommy

Ian was an average forty-two-year-old, except for a few things. He didn’t have a car, a wife, kids, a pet, or a house. He had them in the past, but a series of terrible decisions and financial mistakes had finally pushed away everything he held dear.

After the storm that had been the previous year, he had returned to live with his mother, who welcomed him begrudgingly into her house. Elena was a ruthless woman with a terrible temperament, perhaps the reason why she had divorced three times in her sixty years of life. 

“I’m expecting you to pull your own weight, starting by paying rent as soon as possible,” said Elena, “I’m not running a charity here. And you better find another place if you want to receive visits. I don’t want no kids or skanks in my home.”

“I know, Mom. I’m looking for a job already, I just need some time,” Ian replied, entering his childhood room. It felt as if he had stepped into the past, surrounded by his old toys, stuffed animals, a bed in the shape of a car, and old coloring books. He had left his mom’s home when he was just a boy and had stayed with his father until it was time to go to college. Sadly, his father had passed away, and with no siblings or anyone else to turn to, he found solace in his mother’s house.

“You can remove the plastic sheets. But only if you stopped your bedwetting.”

Ian blushed, “I don’t wet the bed anymore, Mom.”

“Don’t blame me for being cautious. You can redo the room as much as you want, but I hope you don’t if that means you’ll be out of here soon enough,” said Elena, leaving Ian alone in his childhood room. 

All his life was packed in boxes and suitcases, and he had nothing really to hope for. Perhaps he would get some good news from his job interview, but when the call came, it wasn’t to congratulate him about his new position. No, it was to turn him down for someone younger and better; just like his ex-wife had done.

He closed his door and cried a little before unpacking.

Chapter 1 – Elena’s Way

Ian woke up that day with a familiar sense of dread, the same one that had accompanied him since his divorce. Disoriented and still confused about his new environment, he stood up, only to have his heart stop for a second when he realized what had happened.

His car-shaped bed was completely soaked, and so were his pajamas.

“Ian, Ian. Wake up,” his mother called, knocking at his door. “I don’t want you sleeping in every morning. Get the trash out and make some breakfast. You’ll be cleaning the house until you get a real job.”

But Ian couldn’t answer. He was on the brink of despair. The day before, he couldn’t think about anything but the fact that there was nowhere else to fall. He had touched rock bottom, and now he realized he could still fall further. This morning was just it.

“Don’t make me come in,” said Elena.

Sobbing, he tried to keep his mother out, “It’s okay. I’m awake. I’ll be out in a minute.”

He rushed to undo the bed, removing the wet sheets. But then the door opened, and there was no denying what had happened. His mother stood in the doorway, intimidating as she had looked throughout his childhood, her expression of disgust and disappointment evident.

“Again?!” she shouted, storming in and pushing his face into the soaked bed. “What’s this?!”

“I’m sorry,” he said, knowing he could have freed himself but not daring to do so. “It was an accident,” he managed to reply between sobs.

“Am I gonna have to put you back in diapers? Is this why she left you, huh? Because she was tired of waking up to a wet bed?”

Ian didn’t know what to say or how to react, and his mother’s grip forced him against the wet patch on his bed.

“My goodness. Thank God your father took you away, or I would’ve beaten you every morning until you outgrew this childish behavior. Be a man and clean this mess.”

Now crying desperately, Ian took the sheets to the washing machine, walking around in his wet pajamas, hoping it was all a nightmare. That he would soon wake up and be back home with his loving wife and kids, enjoying the perks of a high-paying job. But he closed his eyes and opened them again, and he was still in his mother’s basement, wet and sobbing.

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Amelia rested on her bed, tired of doing the same meaningless task every single day. At twenty-two, she was lucky to have her own place and a good-paying job, but even with all her luck, she couldn’t shake the feeling something was missing.

She had thought about getting a dog. Maybe feeling needed by a creature that required attention and supervision was just what she needed.

Sighing, she decided to keep coding the latest software updates for the company she worked for.

If she was honest, she was just lonely. She didn’t have friends, by choice, though. And her recent dating adventures had been major flops. People, at least that’s how she saw it, were getting more stupid and vain with each year. She was a good catch. Tall and athletically built with long legs and a strong core. Brunette with blue eyes, her Tinder account was always buzzing with attention from the opposite sex. But attracting a handsome man wasn’t the problem; finding them attractive after they opened their mouths was almost impossible.

She looked out her window. 

The neighbor, an old lady, was shouting again. Amelia couldn’t quite make out what was being said. Nothing too out of the ordinary, though. When the neighbor’s husband was around, it was a shouting match every day. As nasty a woman as they come, she thought before getting ready for the gym.

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Ian had very few pleasures in life now. Video games and Netflix weren’t enough to keep his spirits up. He needed something to do. He needed a way out of his mother’s house and back to his old life.

Looking down at his wet mattress, hoping his mother was bluffing when she threatened him with diapers, he wished for someone to help him. Someone kind and caring.

But his hope was crushed when night came and, in his room, over his car-shaped bed, a package of adult disposable diapers was waiting for him.

“I’m not going to hear a word about it.”

“But I can’t just wear diapers. I’m not a baby,” Ian tried to defend himself.

“You are not a baby? Okay, so tell me, do adults wet their beds?” 

“I mean, maybe some…”

“Not any adults I know. Only babies do that. Not even toddlers. Babies! You can either accept the diapers or go back to the streets.”

“But…”

“But what? Who will you go to? You’re a pissy pansy with no job, no money, no car, no friends, no nothing.”

He was used to her venomous words, but this time, she struck something in him, and without warning, he felt a warm liquid running down his legs. There was silence for a moment, and then his mother burst into laughter so loud, he swore the house shook with it.

“You sissy. I knew I should’ve aborted you when I could! Disgraceful excuse for a man. Go on, tell me you don’t need diapers,” she taunted him. “Go on, tell me you’re not a baby, you sissy. How on earth you managed to get a wife in the first place is beyond me.”

Ian couldn’t answer. She was right. 

She grabbed him by the wrist with a grip so strong it reminded him of all the times he had been punished as a child. What followed was something Ian couldn’t have predicted even in his worst nightmares. His mother removed his wet pants and trousers, leaving him standing there, naked from the waist down.

“No wonder she left you,” she said, “That’s not much bigger than when you were a kid.” 

Her words cut deeper than iron as she grabbed a bunch of baby wipes and harshly cleaned his wet crotch. It didn’t take long before he found himself lying over a thick adult diaper, sobbing as his mother mocked him for his incompetence at adulting.

And just like that, he had fallen even lower than he thought possible. He looked out the window as his mother taped the diaper after spreading a generous amount of baby powder over his most intimate parts, hoping things could soon change for the better.

Chapter Two – Ian’s Punishment

Ian woke up the next day with his heart racing after the most horrible nightmare. His mother had taken him to the court where his divorce would be made final and everyone was laughing at him because he was wearing a onesie and an obviously thick adult diaper. His ex-wife, her new lover, his daughter, his son, and even friends. They all pointed out at him, mocking him and calling him names like sissy or pansy baby. 

He wouldn’t felt relieved to be awake, but the cold dampness against his crotch was undeniable. Once again, he had wet himself in his sleep and proven his mother right. 

“Wet again I see,” said Elena as she opened the door to find her grown-up son in nothing but a soaked diaper, “Are you gonna argue now that you’re not a baby?”

“It’s just an accident. It won’t happen again,” said Ian, knowing that probably, he was wrong and diapers were now part of his adult life. 

“Well, after all the sobbing you did yesterday, I forgot to mention something.”

Ian froze right in his place, “What?”

“Just that every day until you get a job, I’ll be spanking you before putting you to bed.” 

“That’s unfair!” He said. His blood boiled as more and more anger built inside him. 

“Unfair? Unfair is having a loser of a son coming into my home. Using my electricity, my water, my internet, and giving nothing in return because he cannot hold a fucking job.” 

“But, I’m a grown-up. You can’t just spank me.”

“I’m not arguing your position in this house anymore. I’ve already diaper you, there’s no more modesty between us. You can take it or leave it, I don’t care. But if you don’t accept, you can pack your bags and leave immediately. I ain’t having no pants-pissing sissy in my house, and if I do, be sure that I’m going to make a proper man out of you.”

She said her words and left the room. 

After a much-needed shower, Ian went onto his laptop to try and find a job. There were not many openings for someone his age, especially not for someone who had been fired before. It meant he had to start from scratch, and the prospects were slim. He sent his resume to as many companies as possible, and was hopeful about a few of them, but unless he had a job that very same day, he was in for a dreadful night. A spanking and the diapering, and he was feeling more and more like a child instead of the adult he was. 

“So, did you get a job?” Asked Elena. 

“I sent my resume, but it takes time.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t lost your previous job you wouldn’t be in this situation.” 

He was well aware of that, but he found that arguing with his mother only made her more poisonous and spiteful. He took her insults like a champ that afternoon as they ate their dinner. 

“Alright, I think it’s time for bed.” 

“But it’s still so early,” Ian said, hoping to catch an episode of a show before hitting the bed. 

“For adults, perhaps, but not for you. Got to your room, brush your teeth, and I’ll be there soon to get you ready.” 

Defeated, Ian obeyed, hoping his mother would only diaper him and not fulfill her promise of spanking him every night before bed. If that was his hope, then he was in for a disappointment. As soon as he finished brushing his teeth, he found his mother in his room with another adult-sized diaper and grinning. 

“Lose the pants and underwear,” she said as if it was the most natural thing to ask for to her grown-up son.

“Mom, but…”

“No buts.”

It was her glare that forced Ian to obey. Cold and detached, as if she didn’t care but about how he felt, how humiliating it was to endure such a demand.  Reluctantly, slowly, and with his eyes closed the entire time, Ian removed his pants and underwear, revealing his little penis and balls. 

“On my lap,” she said.

Ian nodded and obeyed, detaching himself from what was happening. As if his body was in auto-mode, he offered his smooth butt to his mother and closed his eyes.

SMACK!

SMACK!

Watery eyes as he forced himself not to cry.

SMACK!

SMACK!

“This will teach you a lesson,” said Elena. 

SMACK!

SMACK!

It wasn’t until five minutes later, when he couldn’t bear it no more, when he was crying desperately for compassion, that his mother stopped. His bottom had been savaged, and it stung like it had been burned. But his humiliation wasn’t over. 

Not just yet. 

Once again, for the second night in a row, his mother had him lying over a thick adult diaper. After she had spread a generous amount of baby powder, she sealed him on his fluffy prison. There was nothing said between them. No goodnight or acknowledgment of how bizarre the situation was. She turned off the light and left the room, leaving Ian alone in his shame. 

The next week proved another disappointment for Ian. Not only did he not get a single job offer, but his bedwetting was getting out of control. He was waking up wet every morning, and his mother was sure he knew just what a loser he was. Spankings were getting harder by the day, and Ian couldn’t see a way out of his situation. The stress of it all was proving so hard on him, that he was beginning to have accidents even during the day. 

So far, nothing too noticeable. He was able to clean the evidence fast enough to avoid Elena’s watchful glare. But it was taking a toll on him, eating more than before, not excising enough, he was getting chubbier than he had ever been. All of it, everything his mother said and did, and his lack of luck in life, was leaving Ian with a sense of dread that nothing could stop. He felt unlovable and alone, and his thoughts were getting darker with every spank and diapering. Perhaps he was nothing more than a big loser baby with nothing to offer. 

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Amelia just finished another intense session at the gym. She loved it, but she couldn’t quite enjoy it when men would try to flirt with her over and over as if she had nothing better to do with her time than listening to them. It was disrespectful, and a waste of time, as she wasn’t interested in any of them.

She sighed, entering the shower, feeling the warm water washing away the stress of a long week, and wondering if ever her life would be anything different than what it is. 

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In his room, Ian wondered whether he should visit a doctor. His bedwetting was already out of control, but not making it to the toilet during the day was something he wasn’t ready to accept just yet. 

“Ian!” Elena shouted, “Where are you?!” Her voice shattered his thoughts, and Ian scurried out of his room like a scolded child. “Yes?” he answered timidly, already knowing what was coming next. He reached his mother’s room, where she sat over an armchair as if it were her throne. 

“It’s bedtime. You know what means?” she asked.

Ian nodded.

“Go on then. I don’t have all night.”

Unwillingly, he removed his pants to reveal his smooth bottoms and little prick. Without the need of a command, he walked towards his mother with his pants around his ankles and laid over her lap, knowing that soon enough, she would be spanking his bare ass. 

And so she did. 

After ten unbearable minutes of pain, Ian’s shame continued with the nightly diapering and horrible words from her tyrant mother. He was glad when it was over and he was hoping he could retrieve into his room. But his mother had other plans for him. 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To sleep?”

“Come with me,” she said, leaving her room. 

Without his pants, and only with a t-shirt that barely covered his padding, Ian followed her. She led him back to the kitchen, where she waited until he showed up. To be fair to him, the thick padding made walking more than a few steps a difficulty. “Take the trash out,” she said sternly, handing him a garbage bag full of used diapers, “You better get used to that smell, too.”

 The smell was overwhelming, but Ian didn’t dare complain. How could he when it was his own fault? He turned away to go find his pants, but she stopped him, “And where are you going now?”

“For my pants.”

“I didn’t say you could wear your pants.”

“But people will see me.”

“Then do it fast.” 

He took the bag and went outside, dreading it more and more with each step. The cool night air brushed against his face, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and damp earth. It was only fifteen steps to the trash cans, and he walked them as masterfully as possible in his condition, but when he rushed back to his mother’s house, his jaw dropped. 

“Oh fuck,” he said to himself, trying to open the door.  It was locked. His thin t-shirt did little to stave off the cold or cover his diaper, which had begun to feel warm around his crotch. He looked down just to find he had wet himself in his desperation. 

The neighborhood was dark, and the porch light did little to cut through the gloom. No one in sight. But just as he was considering his options, a bright light from the neighbor’s house across the way flickered on, and a shadowy figure stepped out into the light. 

“Howdy there,” a gentle voice called on him.

Ian turned.

A blonde woman was standing in the light of her porch, a curious expression on her beautiful face. She couldn’t have been older than thirty, but she carried herself with a grace and confidence that made her seem much older. Ian couldn’t help but stare at her, his eyes drawn to her full lips and the curve of her breasts beneath her shirt.

“I’m Amelia,” she said, stepping closer to him. “And you are?”

Ian’s jaw dropped. Speechless and ashamed, he felt the contents of his bladder being released into his thick padding as the beautiful woman observed him with a watchful gaze. 

Chapter 3 – Neighbours

Ian stood frozen in fear and embarrassment as the blonde beauty from across the street stared at him, her eyes wide with surprise. He tried to cover his thick padding with his shirt, but it was in vain. He was outside, clearly diapered, and in front of a gorgeous stranger.

“You don’t talk?” asked Amelia. 

“Uh, hi,” he stammered, unable to think of anything more profound to say in this surreal moment.

 His heart raced, thumping wildly against his chest like a captive bird trying to escape its cage. The cool night air seemed to have suddenly dropped several degrees, leaving him shivering involuntarily as he clutched the garbage bag to his chest.

“So, is that how you usually take out the trash?” she asked with a smirk.  

Ian fidgeted awkwardly, suddenly aware of the dampness in his diaper, “Uh, no, I just got locked out,” he replied lamely.

Amelia looked him up and down, her gaze settling on the prominent bulge between his legs. “Well, you look comfortable enough in your… condition,” she commented with a raised eyebrow, “Why are you wearing that? Do you like it?”

Ian blushed fiercely, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “No. No. It’s just…It’s… uh… it’s a long story,” he stumbled over his words, unable to meet her gaze.

“Well, you’re stuck outside and it’s a bit cold. Why don’t you come in? Do you drink coffee or milk?”

Again, Ian blushed, but if she didn’t want anyone else to notice him, he had no other choice. 

“It’s okay,” said Amelia, “I don’t bite.”

Ian nodded. 

They said nothing as Ian approached her front door, where she stood, welcoming and intrigued by the older man. She opened the door, inviting him inside with a hand gesture, and he obeyed.  Amelia leaded him to an elegant living room. The walls were painted a rich cream color, and the furniture was a matching set of contemporary pieces, including a large sofa, two armchairs, and a glass coffee table piled high with books and magazines. The floor was covered in a plush, expensive-looking carpet that felt soft on his bare feet.

“Have a seat,” she said, gesturing towards the sofa.

As he sat down, the diaper crinkled quietly, attracting Amelia’s attention as she took a seat in one of the armchairs, watching him closely.

“So, why the diaper? Are you incontinent or something like that?”

Ian hesitated, but he soon explained everything. It was cathartic, to finally tell someone about his situation, and Amelia listened attentively, her eyes wide with surprise and curiosity.

“So, you’re saying your mother forces you to wear diapers and spanks you?” she asked incredulously.

Ian nodded, feeling a lump in his throat. It was just something he had to endure, but hearing it out loud made him realize how messed up it really was.

“Why do you let her do it?”

“I have nowhere else to go. My wife took our home, I have no job, and my kids don’t even talk to me anymore. She’s all I have. I don’t even have a car to sleep in.” Amelia listened carefully, her mind racing as she tried to process the absurdity of the situation. She felt a strange mix of sympathy and intrigue, wondering why she wasn’t disgusted by this pathetic man. She was giving him time she had not given to any man so far. 

“So, what do you do all day while your mother is away?” she asked, trying to gauge just how bad things really were for him.

Ian shrugged, looking down at his lap. “I try to find a job online, but no one wants to hire a man my age. Especially after what happened with my previous job. Every firm around the country should know by now.” Amelia nodded, letting him finish his train of thought. She certainly didn’t want to scare him off so early in the conversation. This was all new and exciting to her.

“I guess that makes sense. What did you do exactly?”

Ian let out a long sigh, still avoiding eye contact with Amelia. “I was a partner in a firm, but I got caught mismanaging funds. And now my reputation is gone…” Amelia leaned forward, her eyes never leaving Ian’s face. “That must have been tough,” she said softly. “Why did you do it? you don’t seem like the kind of… boy who would behave like that.” She chose her words carefully.  “Boy” seemed to come out naturally, and she felt a strange thrill run through her at the thought of this older man in such a vulnerable state.

Ian blushed at her words, but somehow, he felt like the word “boy” was better than “baby loser.” Still, he was a man. A man wearing a wet diaper, but still a man. And he was a man in front of a beautiful, younger woman. Yet, he felt like she was the more mature one in the room. 

“Are you wet?”

Ian blushed again and nodded.  “I’m sorry,” he said softly.

Amelia smiled, her eyes softening. “It’s okay. I understand.” She stood up and walked over to him, taking a seat next to him on the sofa. “Should I give you a change? We don’t want you getting a rash now, don’t we?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.

Ian looked at her, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. “What? I mean, I don’t…” He stammered, unsure of what to say, “I don’t have any spare diapers with me,” he admitted, now a deep color crimson. 

“It’s okay,” Amelia whispered, reaching out to touch his thigh, “Maybe next time?” Ian felt his heart race at her words. “Next time?” he repeated, hardly daring to believe what she was suggesting.

“Yes,” Amelia said, her voice soft and seductive, “I could help you with… that.” She didn’t know why. It was as if her mouth and body had taken control completely as her brain kept trying to understand what was about Ian she found so intriguing. 

There was a moment of silence when both of them heard Elena’s voice outside the house, “Where are you, you pathetic sissy?”

Ian blushed, “Oh, no.” 

“She’s such an awful woman, isn’t she?”

Ian nodded, “I have to go, or she might make things worse.” Amelia stood up with him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your secret.” She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “And let me know if you need someone to babysit you one of these nights.” 

Ian looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise and desire. Before he could say anything, Amelia gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and patted his diapered butt, and within seconds, he was outside her front door. He couldn’t believe what had just happened.

Cold again, and trying to avoid prying eyes, he hurried back to his mother’s house. He felt a strange mix of excitement and shame as he recalled the way Amelia had looked at him, the way she had touched him. He could still feel her soft hand on his thigh, the heat of her body so close to his. And that kiss on the cheek… it had taken him by surprise. Was she serious about changing him? 

“Where have you been? Are you fucking wet already?!” asked Elena as soon as she opened the door for him. Ian had forgotten the state of his diaper, which was clearly wet as the surface had turned from white to yellowish. 

“It was an accident. The door was closed and I needed to go,” said Ian, knowing that it was better not to mention anything about Amelia, “I’m sorry.” He said, feeling smaller than he had before.  “I don’t think you understand the situation,” she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. “It’s not enough that you are a grown-up man that wets the bed, but now you’re wetting yourself even awake. What do you have to say for yourself?”

There were no words to excuse what he did, and if there were, she wouldn’t care. So he said nothing, looking down at his feet. 

“If you insist on behaving like a toddler, I think it’s time we make it official.”

“What do you mean?”

Elena smiled and something evil hid behind her eyes, “You will see, but tomorrow. Now go to sleep.”

“But, my diaper’s wet.”

“Good. Now get out of my sight.”

Ian obeyed, and every trace of warmth his encounter with Amelia had left, was gone at the vile words of her mother. Defeated, poor Ian waddled back to his room, where he was forced to sleep in the uncomfortable wet, and now cold, diaper. 

Chapter Four – Elena’s Baby Girl

Ian didn’t have to wait long to find out what her mother meant the night before. As soon as he woke up, Elena dragged him off his bed in nothing but a wet diaper and a shirt. She forced him into the bathroom before saying, “Get yourself clean. I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“You will see.”

Ian did as told, removing his already-soaked diaper and disposing of it before stepping in the shower.  The water was cold, probably because her mother had turned off the heater just to fuck with him. Still, he obeyed and got himself cleaned before walking back to his room. 

What he saw brought tears to his eyes. 

“You wanted to behave like a bloody toddler, I will treat you like one,” said Elena, who was sitting in his bed next to more diapers and other accessories for babies, but they were big enough for him, “But here’s the catch. I never really wanted a boy. Boys are messy and violent. No. I’ve always wanted a baby girl, and as I couldn’t get one, I will start you over as Mommy’s princess.”

Ian’s jaw dropped. 

He stared at the strewn-about baby clothes, the bottles, and toys, and the baby monitor on the nightstand. There were baby dresses and nighties and bonnets. Everything there was designed for someone his size but looked more suited for a toddler girl’s wardrobe. 

“Now come on,” Elena commanded, holding him a pink onesie with polka dots and a pink diaper. 

Ian hesitated, and he made the mistake of opening his mouth, “But I don’t want to do it.” 

That was it. 

Elena grabbed him and forced him down over her lap. His bare ass was completely exposed as his mother started spanking him over and over.  The harsh slaps echoed in the room as he cried out, pleading for mercy. When the spanking stopped, his bare bottom ached and burned and he was sobbing uncontrollably. Elena took advantage of his sobbing and before he knew it, he was re-diapered and wearing the onesie he had refused to wear before. 

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Amelia could hear the loud cries from the neighbor’s house, and she knew Ian was being tormented once again by his tyrant mother. Feeling a surge of pity and anger, she knew she had to do something, but what could she do besides offering him a place to live? Did she really want that responsibility? After all, the man was twice her age and wetting himself like a toddler. But then again, maybe she wanted that. 

She sighed as the image of her changing Ian’s diaper invaded her mind. He was sucking on a pacifier and beaming at her like a little boy would look at his own mother. A surge of warmth filled her body. “Alright, baby boy. I’m gonna get you out of there,” she told herself and a plan started developing inside her mind. 

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Ian’s first day in full babyhood was dreadful, to say the least. After being dressed, his mother made things even worse by putting his hair in pigtails before forcing him to stand in front of a mirror. It was the image of complete despair looking right back at Ian. He couldn’t recognize himself anymore. In the reflection, instead of a middle-aged man, he saw a baby girl that was a bit chubby and quite big, but still cute. 

“Wait until we introduce you to everyone,” chuckled Elena.  

“Everyone?” 

“You didn’t think this would be an in-house thing, did you? No. You’ll be a baby girl twenty-four-seven. That means…”

“No!” cried Ian.

“Yes!” answered Elena, “Karen will see you like this. After all, you still have to go to court for your divorce procedure,” said Elena laughing devilishly, “I bet she’ll be happy to meet my new baby girl. Who knows, maybe I’ll get her to babysit you one day, and you know Mike will be there with her, too.”

“Please!” Ian shuddered at the thought of his ex-wife’s boyfriend, Mike, seeing him in a diaper like this. 

Elena turned serious for a moment, “Are you going to behave? If you don’t I’ll bring her here today.”

Ashamed and defeated, Ian nodded. 

Ian spent the rest of the day in his pink outfit and diapers, trying to get used to his new lifestyle. It wasn’t enough for his mother to have him dressed in the most ridiculous attire. No. She wanted him to enjoy it and thank her for it. “You won’t speak unless I give you permission. You will eat only what Mommy allows you to and you will take naps every evening and never stay later than eight unless Mommy decides otherwise. But what I really want,” she kneeled next to her diapered and feminized son, “I want you to behave just like a baby girl would. Throw tantrums. Cry when you need your diaper change. Suck your thumb. Do that, and we won’t have any problems. Fail to meet my expectations, and you will find yourself living in the streets. Understood?” 

Afraid of his own mother, Ian nodded. 

“One more thing. Ian is not a fitting name for such a cute baby girl,” she paused for a second, scanning what she had done to her own son, “From now on, your name is baby Iris and you’re not older than two. Now suck your thumb for Mommy.”

Ian hesitated at first but obeyed. He started sucking his thumb, feeling a strange mix of shame and comfort as he did. He knew he shouldn’t comply with his mother’s demands, but the fear of being thrown out on the streets overwhelmed him. Elena smiled with satisfaction as she watched her son transform into a baby girl sitting inside a playpen in the living room. She had finished setting everything up – the baby clothes, the toys, the bottles, and the diapers. 

That day, Ian was fed two bottles of warm milk and enough porridge to make his chubby tummy look as if he had been impregnated. But he didn’t complain. He ate and drank as his mother supervised his every move. 

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Amelia knew that if her plan was to work, she needed to have everything ready to welcome Ian into her life. That’s how she found herself in the supermarket that night. Of course, she needed a large supply of diapers, but there were other items to consider, like baby powder and baby wipes. She had even ordered a few pacifiers big enough for an adult from an odd online website.

It was during this outing, however, that she was presented with the perfect opportunity. Amelia got lucky. She spotted Elena doing some shopping. Although they’ve never been unfriendly, Amelia had to admit she had barely uttered more than a few words to her neighbor. 

“Hello there, neighbor,” said Amelia as she approached Elena, her cart filled with baby supplies and diapers.

“Oh, hi, Amelia. Right?”

Amelia nodded. 

“That’s a whole lot of baby stuff in there. Are you adopting or something?”

“Something like that. Though, in many ways, this one’s mine…”

“Pardon?”

“Never mind. I finally got the baby girl I’ve always wanted.”

“Baby girl?” and this time Amelia was honestly confused. Ian was a man, a chubby and a bit soft man, but a man nonetheless. 

Elena nodded, “But it’s so much work. I don’t think I’ve had a night to myself in a week. Then again, that’s the price of motherhood.” 

“You know,” said Amelia as her mind planned carefully her next words, “I wouldn’t mind babysitting. I’ve done it before.” 

“Really?”

“Sure. How old is she?” 

“One could say she’s a newborn, but a big one,” and there was malice behind Elena’s eyes. The type of malice Amelia had encountered very few times in her limited time on Earth. “Are you up to the task?”

Amelia nodded with a kind smile, “It would be my pleasure.”

“Excellent. I’ll let you know when you’re needed.” 

And just like that, Amelia had the perfect excuse to take care of Ian while getting ready to make him hers.