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The Candidate
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the Candidate - Jennifer
October 21, 1995 - a university campus in America
A full year since graduation. One full year since Jennifer had left the
program, now to return to her beloved mommy.
The lights continued to sparkle and Jennifer watched them intently. The
music played softly and Jennifer listened intently. Jennifer voided and
felt the sensations intently. Everything Jennifer saw, heard, felt,
smelled, experienced, she did so intently.
Except her logical, conscious, reasoning thoughts. These she ignored
entirely, the few times once crept up from the deep recesses of her
mind, as if to say "This isn't right".
And Jennifer watched, listened, felt and BELIEVED intently. Her mind was
being filled constantly with the ideas, thoughts, responses she
absolutely knew were right for her.
Lights.............pretty.............watch.........Music............sleepy.............listen.........
Wet..............warm..............nice..........Mommy.
........love...........obey.
Mommy.......good.........help me.
Jenny.........little...........need.......Jenny........
..little..........me....Jenny..........baby.........now...
Me.........baby...........mommy.
Over and over. A hundred or more times an hour these thoughts flooded
Jennifer's mind constantly leaving no time for any other thought, or
sensation or idea. Jenny's eyes stared intently at the pretty lights,
watching their patterns over and over. Her eyes following each light as
it blinked on, .....then off.... in a preprogrammed sequence, her eyes
flickering from light to light so fast only the computer connected to
the electrodes on her forehead could measure the minute, microsecond
quick responses. Over and over her mind registered the slight changes in
frequency of the music, and heard the short, quick phrases, far below
the normal hearing of a person in a normal state of consciousness.
As her bladder emptied helplessly into the thick diapers encasing her
loins, the computer stimulated her pleasure centres in her brain, again
connected to minute electrodes on her scalp, and then registered the
degree of pleasure she registered from the action, sensations and
thoughts.
Hours later as Jennifer returned to a more normal "conscious" level of
functioning, no longer hooked up to the computers and electrodes,
sleeping in her new room, Jenny woke to the sodden wetness of her
diapers, the comforting presence of her soother, and the soft, fuzzy
texture of her sleepers, and heard the door open gently and the easily
recognizable footstep of "MOMMY".
Excitedly she began to babble "Mama, Jenny, wet, nice, love, pretty,
baby, me." over and over as Dr. Janet Whetmore entered the room, seeing
her little charge was now fully awake.
"What an excited little girl you are today. You sure are wet. Let's get
baby Jenny's little didees changed now shall we. Good girl. Mommy loves
her little wet baby Jenny" and baby Jenny cooed and giggled and sucked
the bottle of juice she was given by her beloved "mommy".
Mommy........love...........obey. Mommy.......good.........help me.
Jenny.......little.......need.......Jenny.........little.......
....me....Jenny........baby....now
"Me.........baby...........mommy" flashed through Jenny's mind over and
over as mommy lovingly changed little Jenny, talking baby talk to her
constantly and lovingly cleaned her mess and wetness off and powdered
and oiled her diaper area, pinning thick soft diapers on her little
charge. Once dressed and ready for breakfast, Jenny passively sat
propped up in her crib, while mommy spoonfed her a bowl of oatmeal, with
strained fruit, oatbran, and gave her two big bottles of baby formula.
"Yes" thought Dr. Whetmore. "This has been the ideal candidate. But she
is all mine. This one will be mine forever."
October 5, 1994
Jennifer
Jennifer knew she had to get a passing grade in Psych 301. Or else she'd
again be expelled from another program. She desperately wanted to be a
psychologist and help people. Like her brother Scott. How she admired
him. And he had really helped her to buckle down and concentrate. Even
using that sleep learning stuff to help her learn how to concentrate and
remember everything.
But this course just seemed to be harder than anything she'd ever tried
before.
Jennifer's dad had "cut her out of the will" until she settled down,
after being thrown out of 5 universities in her freshman year in the
past 4 years, and when she'd finally made it through the first year, and
into the second, and finally into her third and final year, where she
would graduate, he'd had that fatal heart attack before changing the
will. Everything had gone to her step mother, barely 3 years older than
Jennifer's 22 years, and Jennifer had been told straight out she wasn't
welcome in her st ep mother's home any longer.
The witch. Knowing her father had wanted her reinstated and to help her
with her education now that she'd found her goal, and settled down to
her reals studied, her stepmother still persisted in the notion Jennifer
was just a wild girl and couldn't be trusted to inherit from the estate.
Now, broke, alone, and trying her best, Jennifer was getting by, but
still not getting a passing grade in the class she needed.
When Dr. Whetmore had suggested Jennifer could earn extra credits,
credits that would ensure at least a C+ grade, by volunteering for some
special experiments the doctor was conducting in parapsychology
research, Jennifer jumped at the chance.
Making sure her dress was fresh, her makeup just right, and her wits
about her, Jennifer had eagerly attended the inteview. She'd been a bit
confused by the questionnaires and questions the doctor put to her, but
the doctor seemed pleased with her answers during the interview. She'd
been a bit embarrassed answering about her "sexual experience" and her
"fantasies" but knew it was for research, and the doctor assured her
everything would be strictly confidential. The files didn't even have
names, just number s, and only Dr. Whetmore knew the correlation between
a file number and the person the number belonged to.
She was asked to come back after her last classes for the next two days,
and did as instructed. When the doctor told her to sit in a big lounge
type chair, like a dentist's chair, and told her to close her eyes and
listen to the doctor, she was really glad Scott had helped her learn to
concentrate, and to practise the "sleep learning" a year ago. The first
evening, Jennifer remembered feeling a bit strange at first, then the
questions, like on the questionnaire and during the interview, made her
a bit embar rassed, but as they were repeated the questions her
embarrassment faded and she felt herself easily answering all the
questions.
The second evening, though, Jennifer could hardly remember what they'd
discussed, and was surprised to find it was so dark. She'd been a bit
embarrassed to find she'd wet her panties and that the doctor had had to
put a thick pad under her, and pull it up between her legs to protect
the chair, but thankfully the doctor wasn't angry.
Three days later, Jennifer was told by Dr. Whetmore she was selected as
a candidate for the experiment. She was to report to the doctor's
private lab and clinic on October 11, after her final afternoon class,
and expect to stay for up to 3 weeks. Since the week was the end of the
first semester, and the classes were cancelled as study week for midterm
exams, Jennifer would be free to stay anyway. Dr. Whetmore would arrange
for Jennifer to take makeup exams in her other 3 classes, and she would
earn a minimu m C+ in Psych 201.
Jennifer was so excited she barely made it to the washroom after class.
October 10, 1994
The Candidate is Selected
Dr. Whetmore reviewed the file again carefully. "Tomorrow she'll be here
and we start her programming." thought the doctor.
Jennifer Wells, age 22, white, female. Typical spoiled little rich kid,
until daddy cut her off, then died, and stepmom wanted nothing to do
with her. Alone, no family except a brother who tended to side with the
stepmom so he would eventually inherit, no boyfirends or real friends at
all on this campus, being her first year at Xavier University.
Above average intelligence. No history of mental illness, or disease, or
physical condition that was abnormal. Very articulate, and mature for
22. Slightly more sexual experience than most sophomores, but not
unusually so. Average female sexual fantasies, and orgasmically
responsive.
The one minor negative was her slightly higher than average
hypnotizability rating, but then the experience she'd recently had with
her brother hypnotizing her and helping her learn to concentrate must be
fresh and heightening her response. Also her desire to win a
"candidates" position would heighten her desire to respond properly.
Dr. Whetmore smiled inwardly as she thought about the program so freely
funded by the government. Now that the "cold war" was back on, and the
USA and other "democratic" powers were trying so hard to determine how
the communists and chinese has managed to turn so many "red blooded
american boys" against their country, that they could barely raise a
decent army or fighting force. Somehow the communists were managing to
unleash thousands of "Manchurian Candidates" as they were labeled, to
convince young ameri can men and women that war was evil, to fight the
"friendly" advances of the Russians, Chinese and other socialist forces
was unthinkable.
They were tremendous orators, gifted with almost superhuman logic,
oratory skill and abilities far beyond those of normal men and women.
At first she had worked with psychiatric patients, prisoners, and other
misfits, the usual morass of people noone cared about, who could be used
as guinea pigs for her mind melding experiments. Designed to create the
"perfect, loyal American" hundreds of people were programmed, almost
tortured in the interests of the "country". Regrettably many were
reduced to vegetables, incapable of the simplest independent thought,
let alone the skills of the sleepers the socialists had unleashed.
Studying everything she could get her hands on, and "interviewing" some
of the socialist, American leaders, she had finally hit on something.
Carefully she developed her programs and plans, and after almost 100
successful experiments in a row, she detailed it to her benefactors.
At first they were doubtful. "It will take too long !" they cried, but
when she showed the results she could obtain in just 10 days of
intensive "reeducation", they gave her a blank signed checkbook.
She had the space, the equipment, and the resources now to really set up
her experiments on a grand scale, and finally after thousands more
tests, the benefactors said "Now we need to test some good old "normal"
american boys and girls. Not these misfits and crazies you've been
working with. Normal everyday kids."
The university supplied hundreds of kids, unsuspectingly, for her
program, and true to her predictions they all responded as desired. Each
of them became totally loyal american evangelists for the "free and
democratic American way".
Hundreds of american boys and girls, in universities across the
continent volunteered for her "psychology research", in the hopes of
earning and easy credit, and after their 10 day stay in her special lab,
left completely reeducated, loyal americans, who just happened to be
chronic bedwetters. A slight price to pay for loyalty.
The program was SO perfect, it was almost completely automated. In on
day one, through the phases to strip their resistance, reeducate, return
to independent status, and out the door on day ten.
And then she met Jennifer.
Seldom did Dr. Whetmore bother to take a personal interest, beyond
reviewing each applicant's file before accepting them for programming,
but this file intrigued her.
Jennifer Wells, bright, extremely attractive, and with a reputation as a
real dominant "bitch". Really putting the boys through their paces for
her favours. Promiscuous was an understatement.
Then all of a sudden she buckles down. Becomes Miss Prim and Proper, and
really hits the books. Her intelligence pays off for her and she gets B+
averages in almost everything. Wants to be a psychologist and "help the
world". Typical dreamer.
Above average grades in everything, EXCEPT the course Dr. Whetmore
taught in Behavioural Psychology. No right or wrong answers in this
course, except the answer Dr. Whetmore wanted was always right. And
Jennifer needed this course or else she'd fail out of the university
program.
The application had been articulate, well detailed and just about what
the doctor had figured she'd get from Jennifer. The interview was
somewhat surprising.
For a young woman, suddenly "on her own", she was very confident, and
independent. She'd learned to really cope, and to buckle down and study
between her job and classes. She was as opinionated as hell, and still
voiced her opinions even to the doctor, knowing contradicting the doctor
might just result in her not being accepted.
She "sold herself" to the doctor really making a pitch to get on the
program as a candidate, despite not knowing what the program was all
about.
Dr. Whetmore used the usual story about "behaviour modification",
teaching the body to respond differently to stimuli, helping improve
physical condition, alertness and concentration. The usual BS they all
fell for.
Jennifer lapped it up, and offered how she'd had her brother help her
learn to concentrate so she could study better, using "Sleep Learning".
"Hell, she doesn't even know what hypnosis is, and she's a second year
student." thought the doctor.
Dr. Whetmore kept Jennifer in suspense for 3 full days, then finally
told her to report to the resident lab on October 11.
Jennifer was so excited, the doctor thought she was going to wet her
pants. If only Jennifer knew.
October 11, 1994
Jennifer Enters the Program
Promptly at 4:15, just about 5 minutes after her last class, Jennifer
reported to the doctor's residence and laboratory. She had her satchel
with her books, so she could keep up her studies, and her small
overnight bag. She figured she could get whatever else she needed later,
once she knew the routine.
She was both excited and a bit fearful. She knew it had something to do
with behaviour, but wasn't sure what. The doctor had said something
about helping her to concentrate better and to learn to relax.
She was greeted at the door by a young woman just a few years older than
she, who said "Oh, you must be Jennifer Wells. I'm Tanya Taylor, the
doctor's assistant. Please come in and I'll give you the nickel tour.
Doctor will be along around 5:00 and we'll have dinner."
Obediently, Jennifer followed Tanya to her room, and put her overnite
case on the bed, then followed her to the long corridor to the labs.
Jennifer was amazed at the arrays of equipment and overwhelmed by the
easy way Tanya described it and it's use.
"This is the relaxation room. The big chair, much like a dentist's chair
helps you to get comfortable and is warmed and textured to be very
soothing to the person sitting in it. The small hairlike wires are leads
that go to the recording equipment so we can record certain biomedical
responses to stimuli and suggestions. The arrays of lights at the end of
the room are to help you focus your attention so you can let your mind
concentrate on what's at hand, and not wander.
You'll probably spend some time in here each day to help you learn to
relax and concentrate better on the techniques doctor will teach you.
You'll be amazed at how easily you can concentrate for hours and learn
your lessons so easily."
Jennifer smiled inwardly. Thanks to her brother, she had already learned
some techniques to concentrate REALLY well. Doctor Whetmore will be real
impressed with how easily Jennifer learned HER lessons.
As the tour drew to an end, they returned to her room. Somehow things
looked a bit different, but Jennifer couldn't quite put her hand on what
was different. Then she realized her bag was missing, and asking Tanya
what had happened to it, received "Oh, don't worry. You won't need that
during your stay. With all the delicate equipment in the labs, we make
sure all staff and volunteers wear only natural fibres, like cotton.
Fabrics like nylon, or polyester can create static that might damage the
equipment.
I'm afraid you'll have to shower, then strip and put on the underthings
you'll find in the drawers. Your regular evening wear is in the closet,
and daywear in the top drawer. I think you'll find it very comfortable,
AND practical too. If you need help or anything just push the little
buzzer button there, and either I or one of the other attendants will
assist you."
Slightly puzzled, Jennifer did as she was told, and went in to take her
shower. She washed up real well and really liked the scent of the
shampoo and soap. It was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite
recognize it.
Towelling off with the big, soft towels supplied at the clinic, she
strode bravely out into the room. Opening the closet she was surprised
to find only jumpsuits, in different colours like soft pink, mauve, or
soft yellow, and all with some sort of design on them, or with lace at
the shoulders and across the front. They looked vaguely familiar, but
again she couldn't quite remember what they were.
She took out some panties from the second drawer and pulled them on,
amazed at how thick and heavy they were. More like little girl panties
than something for a grown woman, and not finding a bra, decided she'd
just go without, since here breasts were quite small anyway and firm.
She pulled on the jumpsuit, and zipped up the front, from the waist but
couldn't figure out how to do up the leg parts. They were split right
down each leg, all the way around the crotch, strangely, and she had no
idea how to do them up.
Giving up, she finally pushed the buzzer, and in a moment Tanya
returned.
"Oh, I guess I should have told you how they fasten. Here lie down and
I'll do it for you and show you."
Doing as she was told, she lay down on the bed, and saw the mirror above
her bed. "That's what's different" she thought, "I don't remember seeing
THAT before". and as she watched in the mirror, she saw and felt Tanya
snapping up the inside seams of the "SLEEPERS". "Yes, that's what
they're called, sleepers." she thought, "like little kids wear."
Seeing the look on her face, Tanya said "There you go. All done up. Snug
as a bug. I hope you like your lounging jammies, or as you probably
called them a few years ago, your sleepers.
These are required, and regular night wear for all volunteers. The snaps
just make changes easier.
I hope the music isn't too loud for you. We pipe it in to help relax the
volunteers the first few days." and only then did Jennifer notice the
music in the background.
A lullaby sort of music, coming from somewhere. "Yes, it is kind of
soothing. I'd hardly noticed it before. I kind of like it." she said
half dreamily, and Tanya smiled and said "Ok, let's go. Doctor's waiting
for us in the dining hall."
Dinner wasn't very interesting. Jennifer found her attention wandering
constantly and the doctor had to bring her back to focus several times.
She kept droning on and on about the new things Jenny would learn, and
how easy it would be for her to concentrate. Why she might even earn an
"A" in the course if she applied herself.
Jennifer was excited by this prospect and her excitement showed as she
babbled on about how she wanted to be the "bestest" psychologist and the
"bestest" person to help the other boys and girls learn to get along.
Dr. Whetmore just smiled as she watched Jennifer babble on like an
excited child.
Despite her excitement, Jennifer slept very soundly that night. Very
soundly indeed. So soundly she was barely awake when she realized she
was wetting her pants. She'd been having a strange dream, but couldn't
quite recall it, and then woke feeling like she was in a nice warm bath,
and suddenly felt herself wetting her pants.
As she came out of her reverie, she realized that she was soaked. Not
just a little dribbling or slight "accident". She had really soaked her
panties and her sleepers.
Groggily she got up and stripped off the wet sleepers and panties, then
washed off and finding herself real thirsty drank two glasses of nice
cool water from the special cooler in the room. She dreamily pulled on
another pair of thick panties and a nice snuggly pink sleeper with a
little bunny on it. "This is kinda cute." she thought. "I like bunnies.
They're soft. My special bunny sleepers." and then dreamily snuggled
into her bed and went soundly to sleep.
October 12, 1994
Dr. Whetmore smiled as she drank her juice. "Ah, little Jenny is coming
along quite nicely. Two sets of wet panties and sleepers last night and
then very wet trainers and sleepers this morning. Quite the little
bedwetter we've got here now." she thought.
She was snapped out of her soft reverie as the door opened and Jennifer
trotted in.
"Hi doctor. Me sleep weal good." exclaimed Jenny as she excitedly
bounced into her chair and knocked over the glass of juice set before
her.
"Sowwy", Jenny pouted and thirstily drank the second big glass of juice.
"Jennifer, Tanya says you had a little accident this morning. You peed
in your panties and bed. Is that right."
Looking like a downcast little girl, Jenny pouted a moment then said
softly "Yes doctor. Me sowwy. Couldn't help it. Sowwy." and the doctor
could barely stifle a giggle at Jenny's childish action and reaction.
"Well, Jenny. I'm a bit surprised at you. Aren't you a big girl now. In
university and nearly grow up. Who wets their bed, Jenny ??"
"Babies wet bed, doctor. Little babies in diapers wet the bed, doctor.
Sowwy." Jenny said sadly and almost ashamed.
"Good thought the doctor. She feels ashamed of wetting her bed as a
`big' girl. She'll surely accept a better alternative after this
morning's sessions." and then she said. "Well you should be sorry. If
you do it again, we'll have to take appropriate measures and dress you
accordingly. Understand."
"Yeth, doctor. Me twy weal hard." said the chastised little girl.
Breakfast passed without incident, unless you count the messy little
girl with jam and butter all over her hands and little face, who had to
be cleaned up by Tanya, like a toddler or young child. Jenny bounced
excitedly as the doctor told her about the fun things she'd see and do
today, and Jenny was so excited she almost peed her panties, just making
a mad dash to the bathroom in the nick of time.
Calming down finally, Jenny was led to the special room. As she sat in
the big chair, like a dentist's chair, her chest was tightly fastened to
the back, her ankles secured to the footrest and her head held gently
but firmly to the headrest. Jenny was a bit scared and seemed upset but
as Tanya spoke soothingly to her, she felt herself relax, and then the
pretty music started and little Jenny began to feel sleepy. She felt her
little eyes drift close then soon dreamed of pretty lights flashing on
and off and listening to mommy's voice tell her what a good little girl
she was. How pretty and cute and little.
As Jenny watched the pretty lights, they seemed to fade then Jenny saw
pretty pictures. Little pictures of cute little baby girls playing and
sleeping and being cared for by their mommies.
Jenny watched intently as she saw the little baby girl wetting her
diapers. She saw the intense look of pleasure and joy on the baby girl's
face as her diapers went from pristine white to soft, yellow and saw the
warm, yellow colour spreading across the front of the baby's diapers.
She heard the mommy talking softly, lovingly to the baby saying "Mommy
loves her little baby. Mommy loves to change her little baby's diapers.
You like your wet little diapers don't you baby. And mommy knows you're
her baby becau se you wet your little baby diapers for mommy."
Jenny was both overjoyed for the little baby whose mommy loved her and
saddened that she was not the baby. That she couldn't, didn't feel the
pleasure of wetting her diapers and having mommy lovingly change her
diapers.
The baby was cuddled, held, bathed, fed, loved. Jenny wanted so much to
be cuddled, held, bathed, fed and loved. It almost made her cry.
Then the lights were back and Jenny could see them twinkle pretty and
soft and warm. Pretty lights. And the soft gentle music again, lulling
her into a warm peaceful sleep.
Lights.............pretty.............watch.........Music............sleepy.............listen.........
Baby ....... happy..... nice.... Mommy love..... Mommy..... change.
Mommy feed...... mommy love wet baby .
Sweet... happy.... warm.... nice thoughts and dreams of litlte baby
Jenny being cared for and loved and babied by mommy.
Baby Jenny heard mommy's voice soothing her and reassuring her. Telling
her she'd always be mommy's little baby. She'd always be able to feel
and enjoy the pleasures and love and caring of her mommy as baby Jenny.
Jenny was happy now. So happy. So warm. So loved. Jenny was mommy's
baby.
And as Jenny began to realize she was mommy's baby she felt a warm,
tingling glow between her legs. A strange yet vaguely familiar
sensation. Pleasant, nice, desirable, making her feel tingly and nice
all over.
The sensation grew and grew in intensity and Jenny felt overwhelmed by
it. Washed in a glow of pure pleasure as she approached her orgasm,
urged on by the vibrating electrodes on her nipples and labia and just
above her clitoris.
And just as she was about to go over the edge into the consuming
pleasure of orgasm she felt the warm, demanding pressure in her bladder
and then just as suddenly felt the warm intense heat and pleasure of
emptying her bladder into her thick soft baby diapers and feeling the
grow warm and wet and so very very very nice.
All at the same time she saw the baby wetting its diapers over and over
and over and heard mommy saying over and over and over "So nice. You
love wetting your diapers. If feels so nice. Can't stop. Don't ever want
to stop. Happy baby. Good baby. Mommy loves her baby in wet diapers."
and Jenny was over the edge lost in an orgasmic wash of pleasure as she
helplessly, uncontrollably and completely emptied her bladder into her
diaper.
At lunch the excited, happy little child wet her panties even before she
knew she had to go peepee. Not just a dribble, or a few drops, but
totally, completely emptying her nervous excited little bladder into her
thick soft soaker panties, so that even they were overflowed and a
shameful Jenny had to admit to her mommy... no her doctor, that she'd
wet her panties like a little baby.
Shamefully Jenny was led away to her room, where Tanya put thick soft
diapers on her, and pretty printed panties. Outwardly, big girl Jenny
felt ashamed of having to wear baby diapers, but inside, deep down,
little Jenny felt secure, happy, content knowing mommy loved her little
baby Jenny in warm, wet diapers.
By the following morning Jenny no longer felt ashamed of her thick, soft
diapers. She loved them. They felt so soft and reassuring against her
bare little bottom and diaper area. She loved the smell of baby powder
and the gentle ministrations of Tanya or mommy as they spread the baby
lotion on her diaper area.
And the intense pleasure of wetting her diapers was indescribable. Jenny
was never going to stop wetting her diapers. She loved it so much. Even
poopoo was nice. It felt nice and squishy and warm, and mommy didn't
even mind if it smelled bad. Mommy loved baby Jenny in her baby diapers
and Jenny loved mommy.
October 20, 1994
The doctor smiled as she lovingly changed her new baby. Just 9 days and
the once headstrong, independent young college woman was returned to
helpless and complete infancy.
Once she was in diapers, Jenny quickly lost all voluntary control of her
bladder and within days was voiding like a young infant. She almost
never seemed to be dry and always smiled and giggled when `mommy'
checked her diapers. By the 14 she'd begun messing her diapers, even
ahead of schedule, and the doctor had merely shown her the one set of
slides of the babies messing their diapers while sleeping, playing and
doing their baby activities. The next day baby Jenny had settled into
the typical infant routin e of messing her diapers after every feeding
and during her naps and sleep times.
Little Jenny really seemed to love using her diapers as the baby she now
was.
She'd taken to the bottle naturally and easily. Almost like a newborn
being weaned, only this baby was being trained and conditioned to take
her bottle naturally. Just two sessions of intense hypnotic and psychic
driving and Jenny began to drool and suckle instinctively at just the
sight of a bottle.
She suckled almost constantly and need her soother whenever she wasn't
nursing, or else would suck her lip or her thumb contentedly.
And now just 9 days later, little Jenny couldn't walk, talk, control her
bladder or bowels or feed herself. She was a totally helpless dependent
infant and loved her state and status.
The day before she and Tanya had conducted the normal programs and test
for `lingering' personality traits and found Jenny had completely
accepted the baby needs and desires and traits she'd been programmed
with. Even the intenses four hour session designed to instill deep shame
and humiliation at wearing diapers and especially at wetting diapers
like a little baby would not dissuade Jenny's deep seated need to wear
and wet diapers. Jenny would always be in diapers and would always use
them as a little baby .
Despite her promiscuous past and heightened sexuality, Jenny's only
sexual interests and pleasure were those of an infant. The oral
stimulation of her bottle nipple or her soother. The warm wet pleasure
of wetting her diapers and feeling the warmth against her baby diaper
area.
She delighted in her toys. The soft cuddly dollies and stuffed animals
so typical of a young baby girl. Her world was now the sensual, tactile
world of the infant she'd become.
And now the end was nearing.
And Dr. Whetmore couldn't stand to think about it.
Tanya and the doctor had fought long into the night. She knew Tanya was
right. Faithful Tanya. So bright. So strong. So intelligent. And so
damned logical.
If it hadn't been for Tanya's `little quirk' that desire to be
controlled and dominated, it would have been Tanya in charge of the
program and the research instead of she. After all it was Tanya that had
discovered the regression technigue that returned the subjects into
helpless, sensual little beings, with open almost vacuous little minds
ready to be filled with the ideas, concepts, beliefs and habits they
wanted to instill.
Dr. Whetmore knew she was wrong. Knew it would not be right. But
nonetheless knew this candidate was special. Very, very special. She
wanted this little girl to herself. To be her little baby.
Forever.
Finally they had reached a compromise. Depsite her submissiveness to the
doctor's will and demands, Tanya had stood firm, threatening to expose
the doctor's duplicity with this one candidate, until they agreed Jenny
would be returned to her former life, as renormalized as possible, for
one full year.
Jenny would return to her classes, with an A plus in psychology and be
allowed to finish her courses and graduate. Then they'd see what she
felt and wanted.
Of course, like all candidates Jennifer would retain her love and need
of diapers, and continue to wet them like a little baby, but in most
other ways she should be a normal mature young woman about to graduate
college.
Then one year later she would return, compelled to come back to this
special place where she was loved, cared for and allowed to be mommy's
special little baby girl.
At least this is what the doctor hoped as she prepared Jennifer for her
final sessions.
October 21, 1994
Jennifer felt wide awake and so intense after the 10 days. She had
learned so much. All about behaviour and training and how people thought
and acted. She'd learned to accept herself as she was, and to let people
see her the way she felt inside, instead of the way she thought others
saw her.
She felt a little strange about having to wear diapers still at her age,
but then so what. It was her "thing" and she liked the feeling of her
soft diapers, and when she wet them, "WOW" the pleasure was better than
anything she could think of. Noone was going to get her out of her
diapers. No sir. And besides she couldn't be trained or whatever anyway.
That's what the doctor had said. Even after all the courses and training
excercises they'd gone through the past 10 days Jennifer still wet like
she did when she was a little baby. Like she'd always done all her life,
except now that she knew about such grown up things as `sex' and
`orgasm' she got a lot more pleasure out of wetting her diapers than she
imagined she did when she was only one or two years old.
Sadly she bid the good doctor and Tanya goodbye and returned to her
dormitory, with two dozen nice new diapers in her bag, and some pretty
frilly panties to go over the diapers. She liked the little cotton rumba
panties. They really dressed up her plain white waterproof panties she
had to wear over her diapers so she didn't wet her skirt or slacks or
the furniture.
Jenny worked hard all that term, and through the summer. Taking all the
summer courses would allow her to finish up her whole degree by next
June. Then she'd be a real psychologist and able to help other people
like her learn to accept themselves and learn to love their diapers,
when they couldn't learn to stop wetting them.
And graduate she did. With honors. But unfortunately her one degress was
not enough. Jenny finally gave up on trying to be real psychologist like
Dr. Whetmore, her hero, for now, until she could get back to school and
get another degree and then be a real doctor like mommy.... no Dr.
Whetmore.
Jennifer took a job as a daycare centre worker, working with the
toddlers and babies helping them to feel loved and secure and happy. The
owners were amazed at how good she was with the babies and how loving
and caring and gentle she was. She almost seemed to `talk their
language' the one operator said watching Jenny down on the floor playing
with Stack'em blocks with a cute little baby girl, around 9 or 10 months
of age.
And she was so understanding and kind with the older boys and girls who
still had to wear diapers. The ones who usually were teased and shamed
at being in diapers like the little babies. Why they just seemed to
accep they weren't ready yet to grow up, and even the parents seemed to
accept Jenny's explanations and began to let the youngsters be the
little babies they seemed to need to be until they were ready to grow
up. A few wet or dirty diapers and a bit of baby talk was a small price
to pay for a healthy well adjusted child, and one most parents gladly
paid.
Of course Jenny knew somehow most of the mothers wanted their children
to remain their cute little babies for as long as possible, but felt
guilty about letting them be the babies they so dearly wanted. "Mommy
loves her little baby in her wet baby diapers" seemed to motivate her to
continue and help the parents to accept their child and to keep them in
the warm, secure baby world as long as they needed.
And the operators sure didn't mind. Having their `little charges'
staying an extra two, three and four years, well past third or fourth
grade age, in the daycare centre, where they were lovingly changed and
fed and nurtured as the babies they were, brought a lot more income and
revenue for the daycare operations.
Despite the idyllic setting, surround by scores of cute, happy little
babies and toddlers and bigger babies, Jenny was not entirely happy.
Every time a mommy picked up her baby and took her or him home, Jenny
felt a longing, a sadness, a void. Jenny wanted to go home with her
mommy and be her baby, only Jenny's mommy was long gone. Jenny was a big
girl now and only the baby pleasures of her warm wet diapers remained to
remind her of the tenderer, softer, gentler years where baby Jenny was
so happy.
As the summer drew to a close and fall set in, Jenny felt even more and
more lonely and needing her mommy. She'd often sit and cry after the
last little one left the centre, and sat sniffling sucking her thumb,
feeling so alone and sad. Even the owner's wife couldn't console Jenny
as September drew to a close, sitting and stroking the girls hair, while
she gently told her "It's alright Jenny. We love you. You're such a
sweet little girl. And the babies all love you. You're one of them, it
seems. There, ther e. Don't cry sweetheart. Your mommy loves you." but
Jenny knew she didn't know where her mommy was, and it made her longing
grow even stronger.
October 9, 1995
"Dr. Whetmore has been cranky, uptight, downright bitchy all month",
thought Tanya as she prepared the last candidate for his discharge.
Packing his bag of diapers and plastic pants she smiled at herself
remembering how he'd reacted the first time he wet his pants like a
naughty little boy, then how easily he'd accepted the diapers as an
alternative to wetting his pants and the shame and humiliation such an
act would cost him.
From pants wetting to complete infancy now only took a matter of tow or
three days now, thanks to what they'd learned from the stange girl last
year. And then their vaccuous little minds accepted any and all
suggestions the mommy figure gave them in return for fulfilling their
very real, demanding needs. A fresh diaper, a warm bottle, a loving hug
and they'd do anything for the giver.
Janet... or Julianne, or something like that. What a strange girl she'd
been. So confident. So self assured.... and then such a complete and
totally dependent infant. "Why you'd think the doctor wanted to be a
real mommy or something, the way she took a liking to that strange
girl." and then Tanya felt her diapers getting wet and warm and was
washed in the afterglow of a glorious orgasmic pleasure as she let go
and let it wash wave after wave of pleasure over her.
The doctor paced her lab nervously. "Where is THAT girl." she thought.
"Only two more days to go, and I've lost her. Not even a postcard to let
me know she is coming. She has to come. She MUST come."
And Jennifer tossed and turned fitfully. Sucking her thumb, almost
chewing it really, as she fitfully dreamed of the babies in her daycare
center, and felt the longing, the need, the compelling desire to be the
one in the crib, the one inside the playpen, the one lovingly lying on
the change table as her wet diapers were replaced with soft, fresh
diapers she knew she'd soon wet again.
October 11, 1995
Knock... knock... knock.
A soft, almost tentative knock at the front door. "Now who could that
be. The next candidate's not due until next month. Damn. Must be a
salesman, finishing the day's rounds." thought Tanya as she strode to
the door.
"And what do you wan......"
"She looks familiar. Strangely like I know her. Yes.. that's it. Now I
remember. Jennifer. That was her name. Jennifer Wells. That was her
name. And what was she doing here, .... and now."
"Can I come in please, Tanya." said the girl meekly, shyly, almost
childlike. She seemed haggard, intense, like a lost little child.
Tanya felt her heart go out to the girl. "Of course my dear. How have
you been. Doctor has missed you you know. You were always `special' to
her. Come in. I'll tell doctor you're here."
Janet almost ran to the hallway entrance to see her beloved little
Jenny.
Seeing the haggard, almost despondent little girl standing in front of
her, her heart stopped. "What have I done ? Is this the result of my
programming ? Is this what happens to the happy little babies who leave
here ?" she thought, but then felt joy and reassurance as she saw the
big smile break over Jennifer's face and heard "Mommy me comed home. Can
me stay wif you now ?" in the childish, tremolo that she recognized from
a full year ago.
"Of course dear. Come into your room. Mommy will take care of you." and
lovingly the doctor led little Jenny to her very own special room. A
cute, little girls room, complete with full sized crib, nice changing
table, shelves of soft, thick diapers and frilly little rumba panties.
Closets full of soft, pretty little dresses and bonnets and sleepers for
little Jenny to wear. Shelf after shelf of soft, plush stuffed toys and
cute, soft dollies for Jenny to play with.
Jenny was home.
October 15, 1995
The doctor smiled as she watched Jenny's reactions on the monitors and
the guages. "The final session" she thought. "From now on Jenny will
always be my little baby girl. Forever my sweet, adorable needing little
baby girl. The headstrong adult is gone forever, replaced by the sweet,
innocent, newborn baby girl I love and want."
Jenny's mind was now a thirsty, longing, demanding sponge. Soaking up
the barely heard, or even understood words and phrases that were being
forever imprinted on the very core of her identity. The words and
phrases that were forever turning her into a helpless, sweet, innocent
infant baby girl. A baby girl who knew only the soft, pretty, bright,
sensual world known only to the infant awareness and being.
The scent of powder and baby lotion and baby oil. The texture of soft
cloth diapers. The sensations of wetting o or messing her diapers,
knowing mommy would lovingly and gently change her, cooing the special
soft words Jenny no longer understood, but loved to hear and sense. The
warmth of mommy's body as she held her and fed her the warm sweet
formula her infantile awareness craved so regularly now.
The sound of mommy's breathing and heartbeat as she was snuggled in her
arms, being lulled into the soft, sensual word of her infant existence.
Lights.............pretty.............watch.........Music.......
......sleepy.............listen............
Wet..............warm..............nice..........Mommy........love...........
Mommy.......good.........help me.
Jenny.........little...........need.......Jenny.........little........
...me....Jenny..........baby.........now...
Me.........baby...........mommy. Jenny... little.... baby... me....
always.
Jenny no longer understood or knew the words but they continued to
imprint her mind with the knowlegde, the awareness and the totality of
what and who she was and would always be.
Baby Jenny happily sucked her soother, and felt the warm wetness in her
diapers and drifted easily and contentedly to sleep as her mommy bent
over and tucked her in and gently kissed her on the forehead.
Janet watched the pretty lights intently. She listened to the words and
knew they were right. She barely remembered the little painful prick in
her back as she bent to kiss her adorable little Jenny goodnight, and
then felt herself being lifted and carried to this special place.
She felt her love for her little baby growing stronger and stronger with
each passing second and knew she and Jenny would always be mommy and
baby.
Jenny.... little.... baby.... mine. Helpless.... needing.... me...
mommy. Love you baby Jenny. Always mine... .always baby... my baby... My
lovely little Jenny...
and as Tanya set the program to run automatically for the rest of the
night, knowing the drugs and the programming would soon see the once
powerful Dr. Janet Whetmore become a doting, loving, mommy; the mommy of
a 25 year old infant baby girl, she smiled at the future that now laid
ahead of her as the new director of the centre. The Centre for Learning
and Behaviour Sciences, where people learned to accept themselves in the
roles they could not deny.
^L
Comment from the author of "the Candidates - Jennifer"
Dear Reader or Listener:
The story entitled "the Candidates", is a work of fiction, set somewhat
in the future. The characters, locations and events outlined are purely
fictional, and the creation of the writer.
The theme and concepts outlined in the story are however very real, and
possible.
Since the Second World War, the superpowers, and especially the NATO
countries led by the United States have been investigating the phenomena
outlined in the story, and working covertly to make this possible.
Perhaps not in exactly the way, or for the purpose of the central theme
of "the Candidates - Jennifer" but for purposes far more potentially
dangerous, evil or perverted.
The United States has funded, either through its various "intelligence
organizations", or using secret funds set aside for this purpose tens of
millions of dollars conducting intensive "brainwashing" experiments
using psychiatric patients, prisoners, and even unsuspecting student
"volunteers" or other civilian volunteers at medical centres and post
secondary education facilities in Canada, the USA and Europe. As a
result of these experiments many people have been left with acute
paranoia, schizophrenia, man ic depression, or as mindless, dependent
shells.
In its attempt to discover how the Koreans supposedly subverted POW's to
speak out against the USA's war efforts in Korea, and to find a way to
create the perfect assassin or agent, as depicted in the Manchurian
Candidate movie, the NATO powers have employed hypnosis,
hallucinogenics, subliminal programming and often combinations of all
these and other methods to destroy peoples "free will" and reprogram a
desired, preprogrammed set of responses to given, predetermined
situations, cues or times.
During the late 1960's and early 1970's the democratic powers funded and
approved millions of dollars for research into the field of behaviour
modification, in the hopes of finding the perfect way to change people
into the compliant, obedient, servile beings they felt were needed to
stave off the wave of communism seen as the "Red Threat." During this
period hundreds of university age students in the USA, Britain and
Canada were lured into "psychic improvement" and "sleep learning"
programs where they were strategically and deliberately reduced to
helpless infancy in the belief their infantile vulnerability would make
them more succeptible to the ideologies and concepts the researchers
wanted to instill with advanced brainwashing techniques and methods.
Subliminal messaging techniques were used commonly and openly in piped
in music and closed circuit television, instilling childish and
childlike behaviour and needs in unsuspecting students, pressing them to
enter the special "programs " for "help". Bedwetting became a common
occurrence on some campuses, driving young men and women into the arms
of the perpetrators.
Many of these left these programs incapable of asserting themselves, or
acting independently, forever reduced to childlike dependence. Many
became completely incapable of ever being toilet trained and became
diaper dependent adults, forever locked into the warm, sensual pleasures
of wetting and/or messing in their diapers like little babies, despite
the conscious awareness they should be capable of controlling themselves
as adults. Many were driven to despair and suicide.
While this story is written for your enjoyment and pleasure, the concept
should be frightening.
If you would like to learn more about these experiments, and what and
how the NATO powers have distorted the potential good for these
techniques, read Gordon Thomas' book, entitled "Journey into Madness".
It details graphically, and correctly much of the plots hatched by these
powers to control the minds of supposedly free peoples, in democratic
countries. The methods used in the 1940's and right up to the early
1970's were for the most part crude, and innefficient. With advances in
science, technology, and "behaviour modification", the ability to do
this exists today, and is improving every month.
For now, enjoy the story. It is fun to consider it "could happen". But
remember it could.
c 1992 by Big Baby World. All rights reserved.
Published for the enjoyment of infantilists, adults who enjoy acting and
feeling like babies.
Big Baby World does not condone the use of real babies or children for
sexual enjoyment or fulfillment in any manner whatsoever.
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