Dear Reader,
I recently discovered a new kink. It involves women being treated like babies and wearing diapers.
This story tells the saga of a woman who is lost in grief following a tragic event. She is taken in by neighbors and pampered by the matriarch of the family.
It is my first foray into this kind of subject matter and I hope that you will appreciate it. It's not for everyone and if you don't have any interests in these role-playing games, I would suggest you move onto another story.
I take a while to set this up so if you are looking for a little "quickie" you will find this very boring...
This story is best described as an erotic tale that exposes a kinky topic. It is not a pornographic one. You will not find a graphic description of every sexual act... I will leave that to your imagination. I will not be telling you how "the bulbous head of his powerful organ penetrated the silky wet lips of her steamy love canal..." If you are looking for this type of granular detail, you will also be very disappointed by what you are about to read.
This first installment focuses mostly on the initial regression that the protagonist experiences. It focuses on the relationship between a young woman who is turned into a baby and the older woman who cares for her. There is no sexual intercourse in this story in the sense that only one character is masturbated by another in a purely selfless act to clinically provide mental and physical relief to the main character.
If you do decide to read on, you will find some elements of:
Humiliation/Degradation,
Exhibition,
Diaper/Urine play,
Mother/Son Taboos (no actual sex play between the family members though they are both witnesses to the acts),
Masturbation,
and an introduction to Anal play.
Please let me know your thoughts and vote!
I already know how I want the story to develop in later chapters and your feedback will inform whether I will keep writing the story or not. Namely, I will not develop the relation between Sean and Belle in these first chapters. I reserve that for later... if your kind comments urge me to do so.
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Babying Belle back to health.
Chapter 1 - In which tragedy strikes and Belle is orphaned.
She was the girl next door.
The Hawkes and the Kaplans were neighbors. Their kids had known each other since childhood.
She was a "Neurotypical", smart and beautiful. Her mother had named her Belle after the classic tale and, like her namesake, she was fiercely independent, very smart and cultivated.
His name was Sean and he was on the autism spectrum.
For the first years of their lives, they had seen each other every day, had grown up and had played together as brother and sister.
Eventually, as they grew older and the gap between her intellectual and emotional capacities and his had widened, they stopped hanging out altogether. The families had remained close and there were the occasional dinners and holiday celebrations. But the close "fraternal" relationship they had built as kids had waned and wilted away.
Yet, despite the lack of day-to-day interactions, she had cared and protected him all through the years. Like a guardian angel, she had watched over him to make sure that he never got bullied or taken advantage of in middle school and high school.
A brilliant scholar, she had then been away for several years after high school from college onto med school. During those eight long studious years, she had hardly ever traveled back home. She had requested for her folks to come visit her at school so as not to waste too much time traveling. Her parents were retirees after all and had the luxury of time.
She had become the first Doctor of the family and she had just received her medical degree when the tragedy struck.
Her entire family had gathered to celebrate her momentous achievement and a gas explosion had decimated them in their sleep.
The neighbors were alerted of the tragedy by the detonation that shook them up in the predawn hours of the day.
That same day, Belle was coming back home for the first time in years on an inbound redeye flight. She had not been able to sleep much in the plane and was looking forward to the cozy embrace of her childhood bed.
As she stepped out of the plane, she began scanning the waiting area for the familiar faces of her mom and dad.
Her parents were supposed to pick her up at the airport that rainy, dreary, terrible morning and she was surprised to see Sean and his mother Kim in their stead. It had been so long since she had seen these two that she barely recognized them at first.
Kim was bonny, ashen and looked so much older than the woman she remembered from her childhood. Belle thought that the years had not been kind to her. Of course, she probably had aged faster due to the burden of having to care, on her own, for the special-needs of her son after her husband Michael had passed away.
She would not have recognized Sean in a crowd. He was a very tall, strapping, handsome, dark man built like a bodybuilder. His physique the result of many hours spent exercising; the only activity that Kim had found to occupy him for extended periods of time during the day.
After high school, Sean's universe had shrunk back down to the few blocks surrounding his house. He had no friends to speak of and he lived in quasi-isolation except for the company of his mom. His social and communication skills had deteriorated and regressed. The small rural town was not adapted to a person on the spectrum. There were no care facilities to guide him; no one to teach him the skills he required to live a life as an independent member of society. He was an oddity in these parts with no prospects for work in the few remaining "mom and pop" businesses in town.
He was overly excited to see Belle after so many years. He was beaming and happy to see his friend. There was an effervescence to his demeanor completely disconnected to the heart-wrenching events that were transpiring.
Belle sensed that something was off as soon as she turned her attention back to Kim.
A knot of anxiety twisted the young woman's guts when Kim turned her teary eyes away from her.
"What's wrong Mrs. Kaplan?" asked the young woman in a panic.
Kim grabbed her hand and tried to pull her towards the exit. She did not want to give her the bad news in the airport's arrival hall.
Belle wouldn't budge.
"You are scaring me... Tell me what's wrong!" she begged.
"Your house exploded and your whole family is dead," replied Sean in an emotionless monotone. His autistic urge to tell the unfiltered truth popping out at the worst possible time.
Belle's head started to spin as she looked to Kim for confirmation.
Dreadfully, the woman returned her gaze with a sad expression and a slight nod of the head as fresh tears streamed out of her eyes.
"Oh..." Belle began to utter as the world around her quickly spun out of control. She lost her balance and started stumbling between her two neighbors.
"Sean! Help me! Grab her!" yelled Kim as she caught the collapsing girl.
It took a few seconds for Sean to react as his mother strained under the effort of keeping the young woman from hitting the floor.
"Take her in your arms! Quickly! I can't hold her!" she instructed him.
Sean swept the petite woman up in his thick arms in one fluid motion.
During the ride back, Belle came to several times but, coupled with the exhaustion of her last weeks of studying and the fatigue of her sleepless night of travel, the reality seemed too much of a shock for her to handle. She kept on passing out as soon as she was conscious enough to recall the pain of her loss.
After three such syncopes, her body could no longer take it and she remained unconscious the rest of the way.
Sean carried her into the house and laid her out on the small bed of the guest bedroom.
She slept uninterrupted for over twenty-four hours that first day.
When she woke up, she was completely confused and disoriented. She was dazed and she did not recognize her surroundings. She was in a dreamlike haze, her mind completely detached from her body. "What happened?" she just could not remember.
Her eyes drifted in the room, searching for any clue that could help her collect her spirits.
A colorful photograph on a bookshelf attracted her sight. It was a picture of Sean and her playing on a swing set years ago.
"Sean and her..." the nightmare came rushing back.
In tears, she rushed out of the room and made her way down the flight of stairs towards the sound of voices that seemed to be coming from the kitchen.
As she reached the last step, her sight caught a vision of horror through the glass pane that lined the entrance hall of the Kaplan's house.
That one image revealed the extent of the tragedy.
