A young man's girlfriend needs help. She has opportunities to get babysitting jobs but no experience taking care of actual babies. How in the world can they get a real baby for her to practice on? Maybe his Mom has an idea…
Chapter One: My Girlfriend's Situation
Hey, my name is John Jackson. I'm what you would pretty much call a normal guy. I do ok in school, play a couple of sports, and have a normal high school life. I work at Food-Lion (oh boy) to help earn a little money. I'm sixteen years old, and I'm a junior in high school.
Like a good number of guys my age, I also have a girlfriend. Her name is Carol, and she's a really pretty and sweet girl. I'm really lucky to have found her. We have a great relationship; of course we get into fights every now and then, but we're in love with each other and everything in our relationship is going really well.
My mom really likes her too. I can tell when my mom really likes someone because she always tries to embarrass me in front of people she likes. Her favorite tactic is to take out my old photo album with pictures of me as a baby. She's done it so often that it really doesn't embarrass me anymore, and I know she just does it cause she loves me, is proud of me like that, and likes the way that I've grown from being a cute little baby boy to the teenager I am today.
I have to admit too, I was a cute kid. I hate to admit it, but a couple of times I've pulled out the old album myself. I can barely remember it, but I get a little joy when I imagine my life back then. I especially recall my teddy bear and my baby blanket that I used to carry around with me all of the time. If I didn't have one, I'd always have the other (and sometimes both). And in many of the pictures, I'm sucking my thumb while cuddling with my bear or my "blankie". Of course my mom always brings up these stories in front of my friends.
But although it's embarrassing, a part of me likes it. I'll kill you if you tell anyone this, but sometimes I wish I could pull out my teddy or my blankie and just snuggle with it. But enough of that, I'm a manly sixteen year old guy.
Anyway though, back to Carol. She's the greatest girl in the world, and this is why I felt so bad for her situation. It wasn't the worst thing that could happen, but I hate seeing her upset in any way, and she was definitely pretty upset over this one.
There really weren't any jobs in our area at the time, and she really needed money. Her family had gotten pretty poor since her dad had left (stupid bastard), and she really needed to help her mom out. She had already been taking care of her younger brother and sister for a while, but now money had become a major problem for them.
My family helped them out when we could, but since my dad had died a few years ago, it was just me and mom. We sometimes had a little trouble getting by as well. Monetarily we were fine, but we didn't have enough extra money to help Carol out.
The thing was that there were actually some jobs left in our town…. But they were baby-sitting jobs. Not a big deal, right? Carol had a lot of experience with kids because of her siblings and because she did some volunteer work. Plus, she loved working with kids, and she couldn't wait to have her own. The problem was that she had no experience with babies. You know the feeding, the holding, the diaper changing, how much sleep they needed, and all that stuff. She was only a couple of years older than her siblings, so she never got the experience of taking care of babies.
One day we were talking about it while my mom was there, and my mom started talking to Carol. "It's really not all that hard," she said. "And you'd love it. They're a bit of a hassle, but babies are really cute and fun to take care of. I could easily show you how to do everything. I've changed quite a few diapers in my time, especially with this guy right here!" She was referring to me again, more fun mom embarrassment.
"That sounds great," said Carol. "But where are we gonna find a baby? I just can't 'practice' with any of the other moms' kids, right?".
"That's a good point, Carol," replied mom. "I could teach you for short periods if our schedules worked out. But I don't think many parents would lend us their baby supplies and let us practice in there houses. Let me think about it. I may come of with an idea".
Later that night, mom had a talk with me. "John, you know how important this baby-sitting thing is to Carol. And I know you care about her. So I want to know if I could get your help with this whole situation."
"Sure mom, you know I'm all for helping Carol out. But I don't know a thing about taking care of babies. It would take me a whole day to figure out how to put a diaper on, and I'd probably never get a baby to stop crying."
"Oh I know. I just want to know if you'd do anything to help Carol out."
"Sure mom, I'd do anything."
"Ok then. I just want you to show up next week when I start teaching her. We can go to the church nursery; they have plenty of baby supplies and furniture there. I've talked to the pastor and he doesn't mind. "
"Ok mom, I'll be there. But how did you find a baby you could take to the church?"
"Oh, you'll see during our first session. Thank you, John, your help means a lot."
I was pretty confused. Like I said, I don't know anything about babies, and quite frankly, I've always been a bit uncomfortable around them. I know it's kinda weird for guys, but I really like babies. I think they're cute and I'd love to hold one just to know I'm taking care of him or her. It's just that I'm afraid I might mess something up, plus the fact that I'm a little embarrassed to admit I want to learn to take care of babies. It just doesn't seem like a real masculine thing. You know me, the manly baseball player guy.
Nonetheless, I was intrigued by this plan. Maybe this would be some good experience for me to learn how to take care of babies. Plus I would have the excuse that I was helping out Carol, so I wouldn't feel so bad or embarrassed about it.
But I would have never expected what mom had in mind.
Chapter 2: A New Experience
The next week, the three of us arrived at the church. Mom and I had been doing some yard work beforehand, so we were both really hot and thirsty. So when mom asked me if I wanted anything to drink, I quickly accepted.
We all sat down in one of the rooms in the back and mom brought in some juice for all of us to drink. Mom began talking to Carol about some of the basic safety tips about taking care of babies, such as never leaving them alone on changing tables and keeping certain dangerous things away from them. I was listening as well, but it seemed like most of it was pretty obvious stuff. However, I couldn't help but wonder where the baby was. I guess mom had found a parent willing to let us take care of her baby who would be arriving soon.
I drank my juice pretty quickly since I was so thirsty. As mom continued to talk, I felt myself drifting further and further out of the conversation. I couldn't follow her very easily, and soon after I started to get dizzy. I started to talk, but I had trouble getting the words out. Mom and Carol looked over, but they didn't seem to act like anything strange was going on.
Things got even fuzzier after that. It seemed like Carol and mom were getting much bigger little by little. In fact, the whole room and all of the furniture was as well. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I couldn't really do anything about it anyway since I was so disoriented and since my vision was so blurry.
Suddenly, all of the dizziness stopped. My vision became clear again. 'Good', I thought as I closed my eyes. 'Glad that's over'. When I opened my eyes, however, I realized one thing had not changed: everything was still very big. In fact, my clothes didn't even fit me anymore. I sat there in the chair, but my shoes and socks were on the floor and my other clothes were draped over me instead of being on me. I then noticed that my feet weren't on the ground either; not only that, but since my legs were so short, my feet didn't even dangle over the edge. Everything hadn't gotten bigger, I had gotten smaller.
As I was taking this all in, I saw a gigantic mom walk over and loom over me. "Looks like the mixture worked just fine!"
I was about to ask what she was talking about when two things happened simultaneously; mom said "John has reverted back to being a healthy little six month old baby boy!", while at the same I time I had the same realization on my own.
Before I could respond, she pulled me out from underneath my clothes. She scooped me up in her arms with one arm under my butt and the other across my chest underneath my arms. "Wow, John, you look exactly like you did about sixteen years ago. I can't believe I'm holding another baby of my own after all these years! Here, take a look at yourself!"
At that point she brought me over to a mirror. I was in plain shock; there I saw mom holding me, a six month old little baby. I was so tiny! My hair was normally about shoulder length, but now I had very little hair on my head (not to mention no hair in other areas). I was a little bit chubby in my cheeks and stomach as well. I simply couldn't believe it; I had become a baby again (Looking back on it, I do have to admit, although it was a small feeling at the time, I did find myself kinda cute).
And as if this wasn't enough, my penis was of course the size of a baby's as well. It was bad enough to be naked in front of my mom and Carol at the same time, but it was pure torture for it to be so small at the same time. I would have died if either of them had said anything about it.
Not that the situation wasn't completely humiliating anyway. I couldn't help but be embarrassed during my state of shock. And I thought it was bad for mom to show pictures of me as a baby! To add to my humiliation, Carol walked over and looked at me. "Wow, John, you're cute as a sixteen-year old boy, but even more adorable as a six-month old one!" she said as she pinched my chin softly with her hand.
For some reason, this extra embarrassment zapped me out of my state of shock. "What have you done to me?!" I asked as I batted away Carol's hand with my tiny one. Thankfully, I could talk (unlike most six-month olds), but to my voice was extremely high, and well, childlike. Mom chose to answer the question.
"Although it's hard to believe, John, I've had the recipe for a youth formula at home for some time. It's a long story how I came across it, but it very quickly takes away years on a person's life depending on how much is taken. I put some into your juice a little while ago, and like a charm, it turned you into a six-month old baby!"
"But why?!" I exclaimed.
"That's obvious, silly. We need a baby for Carol to practice taking care of, and with this youth formula, you're the perfect fit. We'll both be much more comfortable with you, and we don't have to take you back to anybody. And you did say you'd do anything to help us, right?"
"Yeah, but…I didn't know this was what you had in mind! Can't you turn me back?"
"Well, the formula wears off in a couple of hours…"
"A couple of HOURS?!!"
"But there is another mixture that reverses the effects just like that."
"Then please, give it to me!"
"But John, I thought you wanted to help Carol out?"
"I did, but not like this! Please, turn me back!"
I noticed the excitement and joy that they both had drain away from there faces. "Well," mom said. "If that's what you want, John, we'll turn you back. I know it is a lot to ask of you, but I don't know how else we can help Carol out. I guess she'll just have to find a harder way to earn money."
This statement made me feel bad, but not bad enough to make me want to stay a baby. I mean, come on! I love Carol, but imagine if you were cooed and treated like a little baby by your mom and your girlfriend! It was by far the most humiliating experience of my life up to this point, not to mention the fact that I was naked, helpless, and the size of a baby. I had to be turned back.
With that settled, mom took another glass and tipped a little bit of the juice inside down my throat. She sat me on the floor, and fairly quickly, I grew back to my normal size. All my hair grew back (in all of the places), and the chubbiness went away. I was still embarrassed to be naked, so I quickly put my clothes back on. (By the way, it was a relief to be hung like a sixteen-year old guy again!)
We then left, and the car ride back was pretty somber. We tried to think of other ways for Carol to earn money, but nothing seemed to work out. There were problems with every idea. I started to feel even worse than I had before. Was I being selfish? No, come on, they were asking me to do something totally insane. No way was I gonna be babied (literally) by my girlfriend.
Chapter 3: I Ponder the Situation
After dinner that night, mom came over and talked to me.
"You know John, I'm sorry. I should have told you before I gave you that juice what it would do. And now that I think about it, it was totally unreasonable for us to ask you to do this. I know it must have been very embarrassing and hard for you. After all, you are growing up to be a fine, handsome young man with a kind and beautiful girlfriend. And as cute as you are as a baby, I realize that you've grown up and that in not too long you'll have children of your own."
I can't describe how much better this made me feel. I had begun to think that mom didn't care about how I felt throughout this whole endeavor, and now I felt a lot less guilty about backing out of it. "Thanks mom," I said. "I'm sorry I couldn't go through with it. But you just don't know how awful it felt to be a baby again. I was so helpless and in total control of you two!"
"Yeah, I realize that John. Again, I should have told you beforehand. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll think of some other way to help Carol". With that, she gave me a big hug.
As I went to sleep that night, I kept on thinking of other ways to for Carol to get money. I became more and more worried as I thought about her family's situation and how they were barely getting by. I also wished so badly that she knew how to take care of babies, 'cause man, there were tons and tons of babies in this neighborhood and she could make tons of money.
It's funny, even though I didn't feel as bad about backing out, I kept thinking about what it had been like to be a baby again. To be scooped up in mom's arms, to be called "adorable" by Carol, to be so small and helpless. As humiliating as it had been, I don't know why, but part of me missed it. It was kinda nice to have all that attention and to be loved and cared for completely. Even though I had been helpless, I also felt extremely safe in mom's arms. It just gave me a really funny feeling inside of my stomach when I thought about it (in a good way).
Was it really so bad to be a baby again? Mom said it only lasted a couple of hours, and no one else would have to know about it. Mom and Carol would know that I'm just doing it to help Carol, and it would fix all of her problems.
The more and more I thought about it, the more and more I decided that I should (and in fact, to my surprise, wanted to) do it. Part of it was curiosity, part or it was a desire to help Carol out, but perhaps what became the biggest part was my desire to be a baby again. Ok, ok, I know that sounds dumb, but it was how I felt.
Although it was pretty weird, I started to imagine being held in either Carol or moms' arms and be rocked to sleep. I thought about my old blankie and teddy bear. I started wondering what it would be like to have Carol or mom put a diaper on me or feed me a bottle. 'Stop it!' I told myself. 'Come on John, you're sixteen. You go to high school, you're a pretty cool guy, you're a tough baseball player, and you have guy friends who you're really close with. You don't want to be a baby again. The only thing babies are good for is being completely taken care of, being held, getting a lot of attention from girls, not having a care in the world……'
It was no use. No matter how I tried to convince myself I was stupid for feeling this way, I couldn't shake my desire to be a baby again. I would have never thought it to be possible until now, but with this mixture, I could be a total baby again, and Carol would learn to care for me. When I imagined being diapered and bottle fed, I couldn't help but get extremely excited. (What I am still really embarrassed to admit is the fact that this, especially the diaper, gave me a boner).
I made a decision: I would tell mom that I changed my mind and that I would do it. They would never know that I had desires to be babied again, and I think I could stand the embarrassment now that I was prepared for it. And the feeling of being so small and helpless was just surreal. I was starting to even get a little excited about it, and I couldn't wait for the next session.
"You know, mom," I said the next morning. "After sleeping on it, I changed my mind. I'll become a baby again in order to help Carol out". I can't even describe the look of joy that filled her face. "Oh, really?! John, I can't thank you enough! This makes things so much easier, and I know Carol will be so happy!"
"Well, I thought about it and realized that I was just being selfish. It's only for a few hours each session, and I really want to help Carol out."
"John, that is very kind of you. I am very proud that I have a son who is willing to do just about anything to help those he cares for who are in need. But before we make it official, I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into. Remember, we're going to need to treat you just like a real baby. I know that it will be really embarrassing for you, but keep in mind who babies are. You'll have to wear diapers and baby clothes, be fed from a bottle while one of us holds you, sleep in a crib, be fed baby food wearing a bib and from a high chair, suck a pacifier, and take naps. You will be really small and have to act helpless, just like a real baby. And we may need to you to do certain things, like crying and making baby sounds instead of talking, and relaxing while we change your diapers, feed you, and hold you. And you may even need to cuddle a teddy bear or blanket, and perhaps the hardest thing, we'll need you to wet and mess in your diapers. I know that's a lot to ask, so before I get too excited, are you sure you're willing to do it?"
Wow, I hadn't thought about all of this. I mean, being fed baby food and wetting diapers? Not only was it uncomfortable, but extremely embarrassing. But when mom mentioned being held, diapered, and my teddy, I got a surge of excitement. I would just have to suck it up and take it like a man (or a baby).
"Yes, I'm still willing to do it," I finally said. "Oh John, this means so much. And I'll make sure Carol and I don't talk baby-talk to you, since I know that must make it even worse."
"Well, if it makes things go easier for you guys, you can go ahead. I know you're just doing it for practice." Secretly, I wanted to be talked to like a baby. It made me feel even more loved.
"Ok, John, if you don't mind, I'll just let it go naturally. And remember, if it ever gets to be too much, you'll still be able to talk and tell us that you want to stop. We'll understand. Oh yeah, and one more thing. I personally think that not only will Carol love you even more because this helps her out monetarily, but I think she finds certain pleasure in diapering and bottle-feeding her boyfriend!" She made this last statement with a smile.
Even though it made me turn a little red, I felt this wave of heat spread over my body when she said this. It was like a new level of excitement for me. By the way, I later thought that mom probably got joy out of babying her sixteen-year old son as well!
With everything set up, I counted away the days until our first baby-sitting practice session.