'Locked in Rubber Panties'
I got an email during the course of a demanding Friday at work.
rigors of my workload, this email had kept me rather excited all
'Honey, I just picked up something for you from your favorite place
internet. I can't wait to dress up my favorite baby! - Auntie
My little fetish actually had me so excited that it was difficult
the way home. I actually got 'flipped off' when I forgot to signal
changing lanes. Work had been rough, and my newfound inability to
safely added further to my stress level. Fortunately, I knew my
be dissolved in short order.
When I arrived at home, I knew immediately that I was in for a
night. As soon as I opened the door, I could not help but notice
changing table, playpen, and high chair were out. I could hear the
running water from the bathroom.
"Cristine, come and take the nice bath I've made for you,"
called my lover,
who I was now certain was going to spend the weekend as my 'Auntie.'
Entering into the bathroom, 'Auntie' was wearing one of my favorite
dresses. It was denim and had cat appliques on it. It looked to be
appropriate wear for a kindergarten teacher. My 'Auntie' chose
this knowing that I found them comforting. I gave her a big hug!
She had prepared an extra-special bath for me. Baby bath is a
distinct scent, and always promotes a feeling of well-being.
me out of my adult clothes (which I suspected I would be unburdened
the weekend). She was disappointed that my daytime diapers (which
rustle nicely like my favorite diapers) were unused. I wanted to use
but could only rarely do so in public. I am just shy, I guess. After
expressing her dissatisfaction with my dry daytime diapers by giving
mild spanking, 'Auntie' helped me into the bath tub. These spankings
always rather mild, more reminder than punishment, and I secretly
them. She stayed in the bathroom, helping me wash, and then read me
while I settled into the warm water with a sense of ease and
After a time, 'Auntie' Tatiana helped me out of the 'tub and dried
with the softest and most luxurious terry cloth towel ever. It had a
of Big Bird on it! To help keep my skin silky, she rubbed me down
little baby oil and a decadent amount of baby lotion. She always
good care of me! When I play 'Mommy' I always try to do the same for
'Auntie' then let me over to the changing table, holding my hand (I
little wobbly sometimes). She laid me down on the table. I could
tell I was
in for a treat, because my favorite plastic-backed disposable
ready and powdered. They had an 'Elmo' sticker on them! 'Auntie'
me, raised up my behind a little, and slid a diaper in place. Before
taped it shut, she sent a couple of suppositories to their just and
rightful end. These weren't going to be clean diapers for too long!
"Cristine, you have been such a good girl that I have a nice
you!" Auntie's surprises were always fun, so I got very
excited. I wasn't
disappointed, either. We have a close bond, and she understands my
better than anyone ever has. She also has a propensity to push me
scenes I really want to be a part of, but am too timid to request.
form, she produced a gift of almost breath-taking good fun!
'Auntie' had purchased locking waterproof panties for me! As they
slowly up my legs, I enjoyed the feeling of cold, impermeable
were indisputably made to hold whatever mess I had the capacity to
with. As they were locked into place, I realized a new freedom, for
first time since my original infancy - I was free from having to
rather or not to use my diaper. That choice had been made for me the
Auntie locked my new rubber panties into place. I wished I had these
work - I wouldn't have been able to decide to use the adult
bathroom, and my
daytime diapers would have served their purpose.
Usually, if I am playing baby in the evening, Auntie puts me in a
comfortable nightie, or in my footed sleepers. This time she put me
best-loved dress. She had made it for me herself! I always feel so
when I wear it, but it is saved for special occasions, so it'll last
long time. It is pink and white, and filled with an abundance of
pink ribbons! Matched with my Mary-Janes, and with my long hair in
I looked and felt adorable.
After dressing me, 'Auntie' put me in my playpen. She clipped my
onto my dress (so I wouldn't lose it) and put it in my mouth. This
from getting upset when she went into the other room. I wasn't
upset, but I sucked on it, and then discovered the crayons and
in my pen! I happily colored, not thinking at all about what
I was surprised when 'Auntie' came out of the other room dressed to
Was she planning on leaving me? I was just a baby! I spit out my
"What is wrong, sweet-heart? Your 'Auntie' loves you! We're
going out for
I settled down, and began to ponder my situation. It was a treat to
as a baby, but it was also scary. 'Auntie' always did manage to keep
safe, though. It wasn't really a matter of great consideration,
because 'Auntie' had already decided we were going.
She led me outside, past some neighbors, who smiled. They were used
'Auntie' eccentricities, and I imagine the comings and goings from
were a topic of some local discussion. They were never anything but
towards me. 'Auntie' helped me into her truck, and we drove to the
We definitely raised some eyebrows inside, but no one was overtly
'Auntie' got me some vanilla, and spoon fed it to me so I wouldn't
dress. I was enjoying myself, when I felt a rumbling in my stomach.
remembered the suppositories! Before long, they did their job, and I
made quite a mess in my pants. Being a baby, I didn't think much of
had just finished my ice cream, when 'Auntie' noticed.
"Cristine, you have a stinky diaper, honey," she said
loudly. "We have to go
into the bathroom to change you!"
We received some interesting looks, mixed pity, surprise, and
touch of revulsion. She took me into the bathroom, looked in her
realized she had left the key at home 'accidently.' She marched me
everyone in the ice cream parlor, and I wondered if they were as
the rustling, squishing sounds I made as I wobbled out of the door
'Auntie.' She buckled me into place in her truck, and we left for
trip was without incident, except I peed a little when we hit a
At home, she retrieved the key, changed me, and locked the now clean
pants back into place. She settled me down with a bottle of warm
and I quickly fell asleep. I was unaware that the formula had been
with spironolactone (a potent dieuretic), metamucil, and clonapin. I
soon sound asleep.
In the morning, 'Auntie' woke me up gently, and cuddled me for a
she changed my wet diaper. Before putting me in a fresh one, she
over on my tummy. I assumed that this was just to apply some more
my behind. I determined this was not the case when I felt some sort
slide in to me.
"I want to make sure baby is nice and clean inside, Sweetie,'
cheerfully. I felt the contents of an enema fill me up. Baby space
sexual for me, but this was. When she was done, she locked me back
clean and thirsty diapers and the locking panties. It wasn't long
released the contents of my bowels. The metamucil had added some
bulk to the
mixture. At this point 'Auntie' got a phone call. Despite my need to
changed, she was a long time on the phone.
"Honey, there is an emergency at work. I have to leave right
you're an Adult Baby, I know I can leave you here and you'll be all
To make sure you are safe though, let me leash you in place while I
I'll even leave you a bottle of apple juice, okay?"
After she left, I sipped my apple juice, and fell away into a
Unbeknownst to me, I wet in my sleep. I woke up with that warm moist
twixt my legs, and fell back asleep, knowing my 'Auntie' would be
change me. It helped to know that there was nothing I could do about
situation - I was secured by expert rope-work, and I was here rather
wanted to be or not. Fortunately, this was exactly what I wanted. I
off into blissful sleep again.
"I'm home! I can tell my little one needs a change. I'll get to
you as soon
as I am done taking a shower."
After 'Auntie' took a long and relaxing shower, she came out,
changed me, and put me in front of a 'Tele-Tubbies' video until it
As she laid me down in my little sleeper, she said "Honey,
maybe I'll send
you to work tomorrow locked into your daytime diapers..."
The thoughts of that prospect made me excited, but I was a little
about the bulk and rustling that could be somewhat noticeable
work cloths. Oh, well, my 'Auntie' knew what was best for me, and I
willingly gave her control over my bladder and bowels. There was far
for me to worry about that way. I drifted off to sleep, thinking
pending work day...