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Discovered 1/2 [TG, femdom, infantilization]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Discovered
It was about 3 a.m. when I woke up with the discovery of being
wet for the third straight night. In my confusion, I jumped out of
bed in alarm, and in the process woke up my wife, who had not yet
felt the wetness of the sheets. Being disturbed by the manner I got
out of bed, and then feeling the wet mattress, she looked at me and
YELLED, "What the hell is going on here. This is the third night
in a row that you have wet the bed. What on earth is wrong with
you, are you a baby or something????" I just stood there, with my
head hung low, humiliated and confused. I couldn't answer her, I
didn't know what to say.
"Your not only ruining the mattress, but I'm not getting much
sleep with your preposterous behavior. I think that from now on
you are going to wear diapers and rubber panties to bed so at least
I can get some sleep, and maybe we can save the mattress as well."
Then she said, "Now get cleaned up while I change the bed, again!!
We will talk more about this tomorrow."
I went to the bathroom and rinsed out my pajama's and hung
them to up dry and put on a clean pair. As I got back into bed, I
leaned over to kiss my wife but she just turned away in disgust,
not saying a word.
I laid there and smiled, thinking to myself "if she only knew,
I'd really be in trouble". For the last several weeks I had
listened to a hypnotic tape that was suppose to make the user
incontinent at night. On my way home from work I would park my car,
put the seat down, lay back, and turn on the tape. As I drove the
rest of the way home and on my way to work, I would listen to the
subliminal tape. I was thinking that this tape was a waste of money
when 1 night, 3 days ago, I woke up wet. Well my plan had started
to work, or so I thought..........
I got up the next morning and got ready for work. As I started
the car, I again put in the subliminal tape and went to work. I was
thinking to myself that maybe I should get the 24 hour wetting tape
next, but on second thought, maybe I shouldn't, its okay to wet the
bed, but I don't think I would want to wet and wear diapers 24
hours a day. No.......this was just fine, I thought.
I arrived home that night, and started making supper as I
normally did because my wife usually came home about an hour or
two after I did. I didn't really think about the events that had
occurred the previous evening, just carried on normally. I heard
my wife coming in the door, and as she did, she looked to see if
supper was started. She entered the kitchen and walked right by me
without saying a word, carrying a load of packages to the bedroom.
I asked her what she had bought, but she just ignored me.
I thought to myself, "Boy she is really pissed off, maybe I
should stop this."
She was in the bedroom for quite sometime with the door
closed. I thought she was changing her cloths so I didn't say
anything, but after about 30 minutes, and supper almost done, I
knocked on the door to inform her that we would be eating shortly.
She opened the door and I told her supper was about ready. She
didn't say anything and we walked to the kitchen. It was a very
'quiet' supper. After we had finished and cleaned up the kitchen,
we sat down in the family room to watch tv.
"What on earth is happening to you?," she said. "You can't be
wetting the bed constantly every night. I talked with a couple of
the doctors today and they said you should get a check up see what
may be wrong. In the mean time, I bought you some diapers and
'baby', I mean, incontinent pants to wear at night."
She seemed almost understanding, compassionate, caring. It
was like a 180 degree turn from before. I could not believe my
ears. I didn't even think much about the 'baby' comment in her
statement.
I modestly told her that I would wear them, "at least until
we could get the problem corrected."
We watched television and went about the evening in an almost
normal manner. When it was time for bed, I proceeded to go to the
bedroom to get undressed and then went into the bathroom to get
cleaned up and finish getting ready for bed. When I returned to
the bedroom, I was meet with another surprise. My wife was sitting
on the edge of the bed waiting for me with a thick cloth diaper
laid out next to her. She told me to lay down and 'she' would get
me ready for bed.
I knew that I needed (and wanted) to be diapered, but I had
to put up a little protest. I asked her if we couldn't wait one
more night and see what would happen. She told me that I had
already agreed to wear them, and no one was going to know except
her, and she wasn't about to tell anyone. "And besides" she said,
"If you do wet, at least I won't float away and we won't ruin the
mattress more than it already is."
I reluctantly laid down on the 'thick' pieces of cloth which
had been laid out for me. It was hard to look and act as though
this was something I really didn't want, but I managed to act like
this was a medical problem, and not my personal wish. She rubbed
baby oil all over me and then sprinkled a liberal amount baby
powder all over. She told me to lift my bottom so she could powder
my poo-poo.
"We wouldn't want you to get a diaper rash, would we?, " she
said smiling. "Open your legs real wide so we can get your little
'wee-wee' allllllllllllllll tucked into your diapers, and your
diapers alllllllllllllllllll tucked into your 'widdle' 'wubber'
panties." "We wouldn't want you to leak now, would we?," she said
as she pulled the thick diapers between my legs. It felt strange,
yet wonderful. When she pined the diapers snugly around my thighs,
she did it with 'pink' diaper pins, explaining that they were the
only color they had, and that we could not use conventional safety
pins because they may open up and hurt my soft 'baby' skin."
She wasn't nasty or anything, but I couldn't help but notice
the little connotations, 'wee-wee, poo-poo, 'widdle', 'wubber',
'baby' skin. It was exciting, yet scary, like she knew something,
but at this time I didn't put two and two together. Maybe I didn't
want to, I was in heaven.
She then produced a pair of 'Gerber' plastic panties that
looked exactly like baby pants, except that they were in an adult
size. When she finish and made sure that my diapers were all tucked
in, she helped me up and pulled the covers down from the bed. There
was a 'pink' rubber sheet, on my side of the bed, again, 'the only
color they had'.
I could hardly move with all the bulk between my legs. When
I did move, you could hear the rustle of the plastic panties. I
pulled up my pajama's but with the bulk of the diapers, I feared
that I would rip them. She suggested that I just wear my T-shirt
and the diapers to bed, saying "Lots of babies where just a T-Shirt
and diapers to bed. We will have to get you some more appropriate
pajamas if the is going to continue." She then 'tucked' me into
bed, bending over and kissing me tenderly on my forehead, saying
"sleep tight my little one. I'll make an appointment for you at
the doctor tomorrow. I couldn't get over her change of attitude and
the congenial way she was treating me. I told her I would call the
doctor, but she insisted that 'she' would make the appointment.
The next morning I got up and was not disappointed. I was
soaking wet and yet had one of the most enjoyable nights of sleep
that I could remember. My wife rolled over and asked me if I was
wet. I meekly told her 'yes' and was told to put my wet diapers in
the diaper pail that was in the bathroom.
"Diaper Pail!!!???", I said.
"Well where else would you put wet diapers?" she said very
matter of fact. I could not argue and when I went to the bathroom
there was a large 'pink' diaper pail with little lambs on the
sides. I thought to myself, "I bet this was the only color they
had" and smiled. I rinsed out my diapers and put them in the pail
and after rinsing out my plastic panties, hung them up to dry.
I finished getting ready for work and listened to the
subliminal tape on my way. About half way through the day I
received a phone call from my wife telling me that I had an
appointment with a Dr. More at 4:30 and she gave me the address.
"Please don't be late as 'she' is doing me a favor by getting you
in this fast," she said.
"SHE"----"Dr. More is a female?" I said.
"Don't worry, you have nothing she hasn't seen before", she
said.
I was a little apprehensive to say the least. I had never seen
a female doctor before, yet alone for this type of thing. What was
I going to tell her. Would she know that there really wasn't a
problem? I guess I'll just have to go along with play the role and
hope for the best. It was to late to turn around now, I was in to
deep, and besides, did I really want too??
I arrived at the doctors office right on time, only to be meet
with still another surprise.
(to be continued)Tami had been using a hypnotic tape for several weeks in
order for
her to become incontinent at night. S/He did start wetting the bed
to the displeasure of her wife. Tami's wife made an appointment for
him with a doctor of her choice to see what was the problem really
entailed. Tami is now arriving at the doctor office only to find
himself in another predicament. Is it now to late for her to turn
around and forget the entire thing? Does she really want to stop
this ball from rolling?
Tami arrived at the address his wife given her and found
herself in a high rise medical building. S/he entered the lobby and
went to the directory. It was listed by classification and by
individual doctors. S/he looked under urologists but could not find
a Dr. More. S/he then looked for Dr. More and saw "Dr. R. More,
Room-1234". S/he took the elevator to the 12th floor and found the
correct room, but was shocked to see what was on the door....
"Dr. Regina More"
"Child Physiologist"
&
"Infant Behavior Specialist"
Her heart was pounding as S/he opened the door. S/he wanted
to run and forget the whole issue, but knew s/he would now have to
face whatever was in store for her or forget her fantasy forever,
with perhaps, even worst fate. If s/he didn't go in, s/he would
have to face her wife, and yet, the unknown on the other side of
the door was almost enough for he/r to run, but s/he didn't and
walked in.
My Wife / My Mommie
part-2 continued
As I opened the door I saw a lovely young girl receptionist
sitting at the reception desk. She smiled at me as I approached her
and in a loud voice said "Oh Hello.....you must be Mr. Meyer, we
have been expecting you. Are you dry now, or do you need diapers
and rubber panties during the day as well."
In a very soft and trembling voice I told her that I was only
having a problem at night and that my wife wanted me to see if it
could be corrected. She told me to fill out the necessary papers
for insurance reasons and to have a seat till she called my name.
It was then that I turned around only to see several mothers with
their little children, knowing that they had heard every word. They
all kind of smiled at me after hearing all the receptionist had
said. I meekly sat down in one of the chairs and waited for my name
to be called.
There were toys of all types lying around the waiting room and
being played with by the children. One of the mothers looked at her
little girl and said in a mocking tone, "Now don't hog all the toys
Jane, maybe MR. MEYER will want to play." I could have crawled in
a hole.
After everyone else was called and what seemed like an
eternity, a very attractive nurse, in her late 20's, called my
name. I got up and followed her to a small room. She took all my
vital signs, height, weight, blood pressure, and then asked me what
was my problem. I told her that I was having trouble with wetting
the bed at night and that I wanted to find out why. She asked me
why I requested to see Dr. More, and I told her I hadn't, that my
wife had made the appointment and I didn't know why she made it
with Dr. More either. She had a knowing little smirk on her face,
but didn't say anything and continued in a very professional
manner. I was told to disrobe as she handed me a 'pink' smock to
put on, apologizing for the color, but saying that they were not
equipped for men, and that this was the only thing that might fit
me. I went behind the curtain and sheepishly put on the smock. I
didn't want to come out with her still in the room, but she told
me not to be embarrassed and insisted that I come out. I did, and
I can't remember which was a brighter pink, me or the gown. She
then left the room and told me the doctor would be in shortly.
After what seemed like more hours, but in reality was only a
few minutes, Dr. More came into the room. She had to be one of the
most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had long blond hair that
was pulled together in the back with clip combs and then continued
down to just below her shoulders. Her make-up was flawless, and her
hands were delicate and well manicured. She wore a white smock over
a skirt suit. The skirt was just above her knees and displayed the
high heeled boots which came to just below her knees and which had
at least 6 inch heels. She reminded me of the type of women that
you would find in a B&D magazine and one that you would willingly
do anything she commanded. I was speechless. My eyes followed her
every move. She smiled at me knowingly and said very matter of
fact, "I understand you still wet the bed like a baby."
I told her that I did have an accident now and then and my
wife wanted me to find out what was wrong.
She told me that she had spoken to my wife and that it seemed
like more than just an accident now and then. In fact, she told me
that my wife said I had wet the bed for the past several nights.
She also told me that my wife mentioned to her about my desire to
wear women's cloths before we were married and that she was
wondering if this may be a direct result of my suppression of that
idea or if it were truly 'medical'. She matter of fact told me that
before I left, all these and more questions would be answered.
"Now," she said, " I want you to answer several questions for
me. How long have you been a Transvestite?"
I told her that I have had the urge to dress for as long as
I could remember, and that even though the urge to dress was still
there, I didn't to it because of my marriage.
"Do you have a secret desire to be a baby?" she asked.
"Of course not!!!" I lied.
"Do you have a desire to be a sissy baby, to be controlled by
a dominant women?"
"These are stupid questions!!! I wet the bed a couple of times
and you think I'm some kind of pervert!!!" I said.
"Look," she said, "I only want to find the root of the
problem. If we have to be here all night, then that is what we are
going to do. Further more, I personally think that wetting the bed
was more of a mental than a physical condition. Now just answer the
questions, and DON'T speak to me in that tone of voice again. DO
YOU UNDERSTAND?"
I was taken back by her powerful and authoritative tone of
voice. About this time the nurse walked in with what appeared to
be the necessary items to draw blood. She put a tourniquet around
my arm and inserted the needle into the vein. After she took the
first container of blood she took another, and then when I thought
she was taking a third, she place another tube in the holder, but
this was full of a clear liquid. After she injected the solution
in my system, I found out that it was not only a tranquilizer to
relax me, but was really 'truth serum'. My head began to whirl and
every thing went kind of blurry.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes" I said.
"Do you know who this is?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "you are Dr. More"
"Do you know why you are here?"
"Yes Dr. More, because I wet the bed like a baby."
"Do you like to wet the bed like a baby?" Dr. More Asked.
"Yes Dr. More," I said
"Tell me, would you like to be boy baby or a girl baby."
"I would like to be a girl baby, a little sissy girl baby,"
I said.
"Do you have a name when you are a little sissy girl baby,"
Dr. More said.
"Yes Dr. More, I would like to be a sissy girl baby and my
name would be Tami."
"Okay Tami, it is alright that I call you Tami, isn't it?"
"Oh Yes!!!! Dr. More."
"Would you like to call me mommie?"
"Oh Yes Mommie. I would love to call you Mommie," I said.
"Tell me Tami, how do you feel when you wake up all wet like
a little baby? How do you think you started to wet the bed?"
"I am so humiliated, but I love the warm feeling. I would love
to be securely diapered so I wouldn't make the bed all wet. I
listened to a hypnotic tape to make me wet the bed at night. I
thought it wouldn't work, but all of a sudden I started to wet. I
didn't know I was wet till after it happened."
"Why do you desire to be a baby and further why would you like
to be a little sissy girl baby?" Dr. More asked.
"When I was young, I always envied my sister. I like the way
she always fussed over when she got into a pretty party dress. I
was dressed in a plain suit and nobody cared. I wanted to be the
center of attention and was always left behind. I always had a
problem at night, and one night my mother put me back into 'pink'
rubber panties and diapers. I received all kinds of attention, and
I loved it. They actually knew I was around. From then on I have
always wanted to be able to be dressed in frilly, sissy outfits."
"Okay Tami, now at least we know the truth as to why you want
to be a baby and a sissy baby at that. Your wife is in the next
room and has heard all that has happened here. Now little Tami, sit
on the floor and I want you to suck on this pacifier while I go and
talk with your wife."
Dr. More left the room and I sat there in the middle of the
floor with a pacifier in my mouth, content at just sitting and
sucking it.
A short time later Dr. More and my wife came back into the
room. My wife had been crying and came over to me and gave me a big
hug, telling me how sorry she was and all would be better soon.
Dr. More started talking. "Tami, you will not remember what
was said and done when you wake up. But from now on when your wife
says, and only your wife, "Tami is a baby" you will regress back
to that of a two year old baby girl. You will have no control of
your bladder, and you will not be able to talk like an adult. You
will only be able to talk baby talk. You will, in your mind, be a
two year old baby girl and act accordingly."
"When your wife says "Tami likes being a baby." you will have
no control of your bladder and wet freely. You will have an
uncontrollable urge to dress like a baby girl, and want to suck on
a bottle or pacifier. You will however, know that you are a 43 year
old 'man' and will be able to talk like and act like a 43 year old
very effeminate man and freely admit to anyone, that you like being
a sissy baby." If someone were to ask you or tell you that you are
wet, you would tell them that you are a sissy baby and have to
wet."
"When your wife says "Tami is a big girl now" you will have
an uncontrollable urge to do anything that your wife wants. You
will have complete bladder control. You will be in her complete
control and do anything she tells you to do. If she told you to
walk around the block in panties and bra, you would do so without
question."
"When your wife says "Tom's Home" you will be able to be your
complete and normal self. You will have complete bladder control,
be able to act and feel like a 43 year old man, but you will
remember and love all the humiliating things you have done, and be
sexually aroused by thinking about them, and also always know and
want your wife to let Tami take over. Do you understand all the
directions?"
"Yes Mommie, I understand."
"No Tami, this is Dr. More. Your Mommie is right here."
With that I was given an antidote and in a few minutes was
Tom, wide awake, and did not remember what had happened, if
anything. It was like I had a total loss of time.
"I sorry Dr. More," I said not realizing what had transpired,
"I won't use that tone of voice again."
I then noticed that my wife was also in the room. Dr. More
than told me what had happened and played the recorded session. I
was totally humiliated. My wife hugged me and said everything would
be alright and that she now understood. She said that she would
take care of her little sissy baby. I was in heaven.
Dr. More than went on the intercom and told the nurse it was
alright. I was told to get on the examination table. Within a
second or two the nurse came back into the room carrying some thick
diapers and some pink rubber panties. I was about to protest when
Ann, my wife, said, "Tami Likes Being A Baby." Without question I
laid down and let them diaper me. As they pulled up the pink rubber
panties, I freely wet myself. You could see the wetness against the
rubber panties. Dr. More, my wife, and the nurse smiled. I was
totally humiliated, but freely wet. Ann tied a pink pacifier on a
pink ribbon as we were about to leave. I was Ann's baby sissy girl.
(to be continued)Tami had just been issued the command "Tami Likes Being A
Baby",
by his wife Ann, which meant that he knew he was a 43 years old
'male', and yet, being totally humiliated, could not help himself
from acting effeminately, wanting to dress and act like complete
sissy baby, plus he had no control of his bladder. His wife had
just tied a pink pacifier on a pink ribbon while they were getting
ready to leave the doctors office. They were still in the doctors
office but Ann was still had some question for Dr. Regina More
before they left.
My Wife / My Mommie
part-3 continued
"Doctor I have just a few questions before we leave," Ann
said. "How does he feel at the moment? Will he ever be able to be
function as 'normal' male again? If I were to say "Tom's Home",
what will happen?"
Without knowing it Ann had said the magic words "Tom's Home"
Immediately Tami became aware of his state of dress and tried to
cover himself up. He looked down and saw that he was not only wet,
but was dressed in only Pink rubber panties and WET diapers. He
also saw the pink pacifier in his wife's hand.
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