Regressive Behavioral Clinic

Cry-Baby

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 21. The terms “baby,” and similar language are used strictly in the context of consensual adult age regression, ABDL roleplay, and power-exchange fantasy between ADULTS. This story is fictional and does not represent or involve minors in any way.

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Hey widdle guy!” Mommy cooed as she stepped into the nursery, her voice sugary sweet and dripping with mockery. “How’s your diapy?”

I tugged hard at the soft restraints holding my wrists and ankles to the crib mattress, but they didn’t budge. The heavy, warm mush pressed insistently against my skin, a constant, squelching reminder with every tiny shift I made. The plastic pants over the thick diaper crinkled loudly at the slightest movement, sealing in the unmistakable, shameful scent of my accident. It was humiliating. Degrading. I felt my face burning before I even opened my mouth. I tried to speak, but the words stuck in my throat. What would I even say, anyhow?

Luckily, Mommy didn’t wait for me.

“No need, sweetie. I can smell you from the other room.” She wrinkled her nose playfully as she leaned over the crib rail. “Does baby want his diapy changed?”

I whimpered and nodded frantically, desperate for relief.

Mommy giggled, the sound light and cruel. “Aww, that’s so cute! But I don’t think that’s how babies ask for things anymore…”

She rested her arms on the rail, looking down at me with that calm, all-knowing smile that always made my stomach twist. “I think someone’s gotten a little too big for their britches lately. Started getting a little demanding, even while sitting in a diaper. ‘I’m hungry.’ ‘I need a diaper change.’ ‘I want this.’ ‘I want that.’ Almost like you still think you have any say in anything. Like you get any adult autonomy at all.”

My face felt hot. It wasn’t like I was trying to run the show. She had completely subjugated me at every turn, treating me like a baby. It wasn’t that I was defying her, I was just communicating as much as I was allowed to. But the way she said it made even that small attempt at expression sound like a crime. Like I was being uppity just for having basic needs. She was twisting it, using it as another excuse to push me down even further. Drop me another peg. Another step toward total regression.

“So, we’re going to have a new rule...” she continued, her voice dropping into that soft, condescending tone that always turned my insides to mush. “I don’t think it’s quite sunk in yet that you are no longer a man. You’re just a pathetic little baby that poops his pampers. So if you want something—anything at all—you’re going to earn it like the widdle baybee you are. No more words. No more whining like an adult pretending he still has dignity. Oh no...”

She leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with amusement. “If you want that diaper changed, if you want to be let out of this crib after naptime, if you’re hungee and that little tummy is rumbling for num nums: you have to cry like a fucking baby."

She proceeded to demonstrate with exaggerated flair, puckering her lips and letting out a loud, mocking wail that echoed around the nursery. “Wahhh wahhh wahhh! Boo-hoo-hoo! The works."

My cheeks flushed even hotter. The idea of doing that myself made me want to sink into the mattress and disappear.

“I’m talking full-on, ridiculous, over-the-top baby crying. Kicking those little legs. Wriggling right there in your messy diaper, making it crinkle and squish so I can hear exactly how full it is. And there better be real tears streaming down your face, or you can forget it. If it’s not the most pathetic display I’ve ever seen, then you can stay right there in your poopy diaper for all I care. I’m sure once that rash starts kicking in, you’ll learn to shed those tears properly.”

I stared up at her, heart pounding. The weight between my legs was growing unbearable, the warm mush pressing and shifting against my skin with every tiny movement.

Mommy reached through the bars and gently patted the front of my diaper. Her hand pressing and squeezing just enough to make it squelch audibly. "Oooh, yea...that’s a big one! Feels like you really let go during your nap, didn’t you? Good babies don’t hold back, but good babies also know how to ask for help. So let’s practice...shall we?”

She straightened up, folding her arms expectantly. “Go on. Show Mommy how badly you want out of that crib and into a nice clean diapee!! Go on. Cry for me. Let's hear it.”

For a moment, a stubborn adult fragment deep inside me resisted. This was ridiculous. Humiliating. But the discomfort in my loaded diaper won out. I took a shaky breath and let out a weak, high-pitched whimper. “Wah…wahhh…”

Mommy’s eyebrow arched. “That’s it? That’s the best you got? Pathetic. I said cry like a baby, not some half-hearted adult sniffle. Kick your legs. Wriggle. Whine. Make that diaper sing for me.”

The humiliation burned through every inch of me. I felt utterly ridiculous as I lifted my legs in the confined space and started kicking them up and down in short, frantic bursts limited by the tight ankle restraints. The thick padding crinkled loudly with every motion, the plastic outer layer rustling against the crib sheet. The mess shifted and spread, warm and sticky, coating me further. I wriggled my hips from side to side like a tottler in full tantrum, feeling the squish intensify, the scent rising stronger around me. My hands, trapped in thick mittens, clenched and twisted helplessly against the straps above me. The frilly bonnet around my head slipped and slid with every frantic toss of my head from side to side as I forced out the fake wailing.

“Wahhh! Wahhh!! Wahhh!!!” My voice cracked as I forced the wails higher, louder, more ridiculous. I sounded absurd. Completely pathetic. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the sheer embarrassment of what I was doing.

Mommy watched with a satisfied smirk. “Better. But I don’t see real tears yet. Come on, baby. Think about how trapped you are. How that poopy diaper is going to stay on until you break down like the helpless little thing you’ve become. 'Wahhh wahhh wahhh' let it alllll out!”

The full weight of my fall crashed over me in that moment. My entire adult life—every shred of independence, pride, and manhood I once had—had been completely stripped away until I was nothing more than this: a 27 year-old lying in his own warm filth, forced to kick and bawl pathetically in a crinkling diaper just to beg for the most basic care. Every trace of manhood I once clung to had been methodically erased until nothing remained but this sniveling, stinking broken deadbeat that she now controlled completely. The humiliation, the loss, the sheer depth of my regression...it all hit me at once. My face crumpled.

“Waaaahhh! Waaaahhh wahhh wahhh!!!!” The cries tore out of me, loud and unrestrained. I kicked harder, legs flailing against the air, yanking the straps, the crib bars rattling slightly. My whole body wriggled desperately, the diaper crinkling and squelching in a constant, humiliating symphony. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, dripping onto the padded crib mattress. I felt so ridiculous. A grown man reduced to this, bawling and kicking in a filthy diaper just to earn a change.

Mommy cooed softly. “There we go!!! That’s my good baby! Look at those big crocodile tears. Hear how that messy diapee is crinkling away? So full and soggy!! Poor thing....”

She didn’t move to open the crib yet. She just stood there, watching me continue the performance, drawing it out. I kept wailing, chest heaving with each exaggerated sob, legs pumping like a tottler in full meltdown mode. The longer it went on, the more ridiculous I felt, like every last shred of adulthood was being stripped away with every “wahhh” and every crinkle.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of blubbering and kicking, Mommy unlatched the crib side. It lowered with a soft click.

“Ohhh, what is it, sweetie?” she cooed suddenly, snapping into that syrupy, motherly voice as if she’d just discovered an upset little one. “What’s the matturr, huh? Ohh, my poor widdle baby…is that big, yucky diaper you filled up making you so fussy? Is that it? Aww, did you make a big stinky mess and now you’re all uncomfortable? Ohhh you poor thinggg...”

She reached in, unbuckled my straps, and scooped me up under the arms like I weighed nothing. My legs dangled uselessly, the heavy diaper swaying pendulously between them as she carried me to the changing table.

She bounced me gently in her arms, her tone dripping with condescending faux concern. “There, there… Mommy’s got you now..."

She laid me down on the cool plastic mat, the crinkle of fresh changing paper loud beneath me.

“You earned that one, sweetie. But barely. Next time I want even more drama. I want you screaming the house down before I even think about helping.”

With practiced efficiency, she peeled open the tapes of my soiled diaper. The cool air hit my messy skin, making me whimper anew. She wiped me thoroughly, the cool baby wipes a stark contrast to the warm filth, her commentary never stopping.

“Aww, someone made a big stinky present for Mommy!!” she teased in a singsong voice. “Did you fill your pampers like a good little loser boy? Yes you did, didn’t you?!? Lots of warm loads in here...”

As she wiped the front, she casually dragged the cool wipe across my swollen, aching balls and the flat metal cage locked tightly around my denied cock. The cage was leaking its own frustrated tears. Sticky droplets of precum that had been building for days. She barely seemed to notice them, wiping the whole area with the same indifferent efficiency she used on the rest of the mess, as if my desperate, leaking frustration was no different from the rest of my babyish accident.

“Ohhh, and look at this silly little cage dripping again!" she cooed playfully. "Aww!! Are your tiny blue balls crying too?? How adorable. But Mommy doesn’t care about those leaky tears at all, does she?? Noo...Only the big, loud, baby wah-wahs get Mommy's attention!!”

Powder dusted my skin, the talc scent enveloping me. A fresh, thick diaper was slid underneath, thicker than the last, with extra padding that promised even louder crinkles. She fastened it snugly, taping it tight around my waist and legs, then gave the front a firm pat that made it rustle loudly.

“All clean! For now...” She helped me sit up, then carried me to the rocking chair in the corner. From a nearby warmer, she retrieved a large bottle filled with warm milk. “Is my widdle baybee hungee?”

I hadn’t realized it until that moment, but after the long nap and the humiliating cry-show, my stomach was letting out loud, embarrassing growls. The hunger gnawed at me, making me feel even more pathetic and infantile.

I nodded eagerly, eyes fixed on the bottle. She brought it close to my lips, but the second I leaned forward to latch on, she pulled the nipple just out of reach.

“Cry for it.”

I hesitated, a flicker of reluctance and lingering shame holding me back. I didn’t want to do this ridiculous display again so soon. It felt degrading, like a dog having to perform tricks for treats. But she was clearly adamant that this was how things worked now. With a defeated little whimper, I finally gave in. I kicked my freshly padded legs, the new diaper crinkling crisply with each motion. “Wahhh wahhh wahhh!” Tears came easier this time, the humiliation fresh and raw. My body wriggled in her lap, the thick padding compressing and expanding. I felt utterly absurd, kicking and bawling like this while she rocked me calmly, but I couldn’t stop. I was in the throws of it now.

Mommy smiled indulgently, finally bringing the bottle to my lips. I suckled greedily, the warm formula filling my mouth as she rocked me gently. “Good boy. See how easy it is when you just give in? No more pretending to be a big boy. Every need, every comfort...it all comes with a price. Those baby tears.”

As I nursed, her free hand idly rubbed my back, occasionally drifting down to pat my diapered bottom. Her voice stayed soft but relentless, painting my future in calm, inevitable strokes.

“Imagine it, baby. Days from now, weeks from now, you’ll be doing this automatically. The second any urge hits...whether you’re wet, messy, tired, hungry, or just lonely in your crib...you’ll drop whatever little scrap of dignity you have left. You’ll kick those legs, toss your head in that silly bonnet, and wail like the helpless little thing you are. You’ll cry for diaper changes. Cry to be let out of your crib. Cry for a bottle when your tummy rumbles. Cry when you want out of your highchair. Cry when you need a cuddle. Cry when that little cage gets too tight and achy. Cry just because you’re bored and want Mommy’s attention...”

She rocked me slowly, her tone almost soothing.

“No more words, baby. No more ‘Mommy I have poo poos.’ No more ‘peas please, no prunes.’ No more tottler words at all. Just babbles. That’s all you get from now on.” Her tone stayed light and playful as she listed everything I had lost. “You don’t get to cum anymore. You don’t get to use the potty anymore. You don’t even get to properly talk anymore. All of that is gone. You're nothing but a widdle cry-baby now.”

She leaned down and kissed the top of my bonneted head.

“And if you don’t give me the full ridiculous performance every single time? Well…Mommy will give you something to cry about! I’ll spank that bottom bright red until you’re sobbing. I’ll soap that naughty mouth until you’re bubbling and blubbering. I’ll leave you sitting in that messy diaper for hours until your skin is burning and screaming louder than you ever could! Squirming won’t help. Whining won’t help. Only real, big, desperate baybee cries will make Mommy come running.”

She set the empty bottle aside and lifted me to her shoulder for a burp, patting firmly. A small bubble escaped, and I let out a tiny, involuntary whimper.

She carried me out of the nursery and into the living room, lowering me into the large wooden playpen. The padded playmat was surrounded by all the trappings of my new life: colorful stacking blocks, a pile of soft crinkly books, a bouncy activity center, and several oversized stuffed animals watching me silently. She placed a colorful rattle in my mittened hand.

“I’ll be right over here if you need anything, baby,” she said, settling onto the couch with a book. “And what do you do if you need Mommy?”

“I c-cry—” the words had already started leaving my mouth before I could stop them. I barely caught myself in time, cutting off mid-syllable. For a split second I had almost communicated like a normal person again. Mommy’s eyebrow shot up instantly, a flash of warning in her eyes. I realized with a jolt just how much trouble I’d be in if I’d slipped up and used real words this early.

Instead, I kicked my legs weakly, shook the rattle clumsily with my mittened hand, and forced out the required sounds.

“Wahhh…wahhh wahhh!”

Mommy smiled, clearly pleased. She stood up, popped a pacifier between my lips, and gave my cheek a playful pinch.

“Good boy! You’re getting the hang of it…but you’ll have to do a lot better than that. Otherwise, those poopy diapers stay on until you learn.”

She gave the rattle a little shake for emphasis, then walked back to the couch, leaving me surrounded by my infantile world.

The rules were clear now. My needs weren’t rights anymore.

They were performances.

I was washing some of my clothes, when babyboy came in. His diaper was clearly wet, he did the obvious "diaperwalk". ☺️

While i was washing one of my undies, babyboy looked at me with envy and said:

"Mooommy?!....um...i need to go pottys...But... but i can go to the big boys potty...i can do it! Please mommy, take my diaper off....pleeeease"

She looked him up and down, squished his soggy crotch and said:

"...doesn't look like you can make it to the potty in time, now do you?!" 😅

"I can mommy, i promise!"

"Yeah? Then why is your Pamper so squishy?"

He was nervous clearly and did the "potty dance", cause he had to go #2 so bad... 🤭

"...i really have to gooo mommy... pleeeease!"

"Well, thats ok babyboy, just let it go. Do what babys do. I will change you when i am done here"

"But....moooommy... I am a big boy, pleeease take this stupid diaper off and let me go to the bathroom like any other adult!"

"Huh? Stupid diaper? I told you a dozen times, NO SWEARING in my house!"

She was looking around searching for his binky...

"Come here, open your mouth!" She said in a decicive tone.

"By the way, you're nowhere near an adult! You're about to poop your Pampers, remember?!" 😈

She put his binky in his mouth and checked the back of his diaper by pulling the waistband...

*flapp*

"Nah, you're good baby, just do, what you got to do. And listen to me: NO more swearing, NO more complaints! I decide when or if it is time for you to wear big boys undies or not! And by now you clearly are not ready for big boys undies whatsoever!"

He was about to argue about that...

"Naaah, don't you dare taking your paci out!"

Kind of angry, he was turning around to search for a silent place, where he can make pushies in his diaper without beeing disturbed.... 😆

But mommy had other plans...

"Stop! Where do you wanna go, little stinker? Come back to mommy! As punishment for argueing with mommy, you'll poop your Pamper right in front of me."

"Noohooo....i don't want to..." he said.

"You don't want to, huh? Well, you just earned yourself 2 hours in your poopy Pampers then! Every discussion will earn you another hour in your poopy diaper! Don't you dare argueing with mommy again! That's what you get! Now show mommy how babys do their businesses! Right here!"

He seemed to be shocked about his punishment, trying to avoid eye contact with me while slowly squatting down... 😋

I continued making my laundry, enjoing that unique view 😂

"Turn around, baby" i said in a decicive tone.

"You're so mean Moooommmyyy..." he complained.

"Ah, and thats another hour in your squishy baby pants, Mister!"

He couldn't hold it back anymore... 🙈💩

Looking so cute with his pacifier, while making big pushies in his Pampers for mommy... 😂😋

"You know what? Since it is such a nice weather outside... Why don't we take a walk with your stroller, after i'm done here?!

I think he didn't even notice what i said while pooping his diaper...

When he was done, i again checked the back of his diaper.

I whispered in his ear: "Good boy! Well then, your four hour punishment begins now!"

He knew, that every moaning or argueing will result in another punishment, so he didnt even take his binky out...

I went into his room to get his stroller. While I was at it, I also packed a few diapers and his diaper-changing supplies. You never know...

"Come here Babybear, take a seat!"

I could tell by his looks, that he was not amused about having to sit in it with his diaper showing. But that's what you get when argueing with mommy... 😋

I fastened his stroller straps, placed the diaper bag in the bottom compartment, and off we went...

To not embaress him toooo much, i choose a route with not too many people around. But still, some were around...

Nevertheless, some people were looking at him in disbelief... Two women laughed as they came towards us and said:

"That's certainly the biggest baby i've ever seen. Hahaha, and look, he even has a diaper on! I really wonder why this is? Maybe he is disabled or something...?!

"Could well be... poor guy... Imagine not being able to go to the toilet on your own and always having to go in diapers at that age... Kinda humiliating..."

Do you think he actually uses them 24/7?

"Possibly, if he is incontinent or something..."

Quietly i answered to myself: "Of course, he has to..."😆

As they went by, they smiled at us... I didn't answer none of their questions at all, just smiling back.

I could hear one say "Did you see that, Felicy, his diaper was baby themed and clearly used...why would anyone do that?! He must be either disabled in some way or might like beeing babied..." The girls laughed

Again, i quietly replied to myself: "Yep, he is just a big baby..." 🤭

As we continued our walk, after some time i was checking his diaper again.

With my mommy voice i said: "Stand up little stinker, diapercheck"

He did as he was told. His Pampers was so full, that it could not handle another accident... Good thing mommy brought his diapers...

"Uh oh's, somebody needs changies!" 😋

He was looking at me in concern, he hates to get changed in public. But thats just what it is, when you're a baby and have soaked your diaper...

So i searched for a place to change him. After a while we entered a forest path, nothing but pure nature all around us. Well, almost...

"Oh look, there's a table, let's change your bum over there!"

Nervously he was looking around, searching for people... There was an older couple in the far, he was pointing at.

"But mommy, there's people, look!"

"Yeah?! Just take your binky and lay down, let mommy handle that"

"Nohooo mommy, pleeeease nooohoo!!!" He was so ashamed...

"Listen Babyboy, your diaper is soaked to the top! I don't mind if there are people, you need to get changed and that's what we'll do now!"

But since he had to still serve his Punishment, i pointed out:

"And don't you think your punishment is over - you still have over three hours left. I am afraid you'll have to serve it, when you make boomies in your Pamper again."

He was looking at me with his grumpy binky face, so cute, i just had to smile...☺️

"Nah nah, no half measures, baby, you will have to pay your punishment"

I couln't help but smile while unfolding a fresh diaper and pulling out some wipes. He was soooo messy... 🫣 No wonder, he had to sit in it for almost an hour...

When i wiped his bum, the older couple at the forrest path went by...

They looked at us in disbelief, most likely wondering what the f.... is happening here. 😂

Just a baby that gets his poopy Pampers changed, nothing too special. 🚼

I decided to put him in two diapers and added a stuffer on top, cause sometimes he just don't want to sit in his stroller anymore. With the thick padding between his legs i made sure, he can't walk normally and has to obey mommy. 😋

"All done, you're such a fresh baby now" i gave him a kiss on his belly and helped him to stand up"

He stood there, looked down at himself and begun to touch the thick Pamper i put him in...

"Remember baby, no touchies!" 😈

Yeah I brought the phthalo siblings back together