dips and ships

"That wasn't just a cocktail" your wife says, flashing an evil grin towards you as she gently sits on the counter of the kitchen island.

Swallowing the last of the Old Fashioned she had just made, you lock eyes with her, confused. "What do you mean?"

Her expression turns gravely serious. "You don't want to give me any children, so I figured out an alternative solution. You can be the baby."

Baffled by what she had just said you begin to laugh. "What?" you say chuckling to yourself. "What are you talking abou-"

Your speech is suddenly cut off by a rush of vertigo swirling all around you. You panic as a sense of descent overwhelms you.

"Jess!" you exclaim, disoriented. "What's happening?"

"You just drank a shrinking potion. You're going to be my little baby" she says, igniting a devilish smile at you.

An incredulous anxiety washes over you as you feel the world growing around you, sending a shock of adrenaline and fear through your veins. Feeling tears forming in your eyes you reach to towards your wife pleading to her, yelling "Help me!"

You continue falling, the world growing and growing as it slowly begins to darken. You vaguely see your wife through the clouded vision of your gigantic kitchen as she smiles, laughing, looking down at you. The world fades away and you lose consciousness.

You awaken in a pristine white room, unfamiliar and surreal. Adjusting your vision, the surroundings slowly come into focus and you recognize where you are: the guest room. Beside you stands an enormous bed. Its grey sheeted mattress towering above you. Ahead, your gaze follows the height of a massive white structure with a cage like shape. Your eyes widen as you realize the white wooden barred walls aren't a cage, but a crib! The crib is full of stuffed animals and various bedding. You had no idea where it came from.

A wave of unease floods over you and your heart races as you scan the room, landing on another intimidating sight to your left. A colossal white dresser stands tall, crowned with a pale mat adorned with Winnie the Pooh motifs clearly indicating it was a changing table. Neatly arranged beside it are several prominent red boxes with the white embezzled logo, "Huggies Size 7" inscribed on them.

"What the hell" you ask yourself, confused.

A sense of dread washes over you as you realize your position. You aren't standing or sitting but are suspended in the middle of a giant, colorful plastic tabletop suspended by bungee cords from several posts. Mounted to the tray in front of you are several spinning safari themed toddler toys and you realize you're in a baby bouncer!

You press your feet down, instinctively attempting to free yourself, only to find that they barely graze the floor. Straining, you manage to lift yourself momentarily before descending, causing a gentle bouncing motion. Cold sweat begins to bead over you as you realize you can't get out. Frustrated, you pound on the jumper's tray, becoming acutely aware of a snug, cushioned sensation around your lower half. With trepidation, you glance down, momentarily distracted by the white t-shirt adorned with a Tigger emblem wrapped around your chest, only to confirm your suspicions. Wrapped securely around you is an oversized diaper embellished with infantile patterns.

"Noo!" you begin to cry out, desperately thrashing against the plastic contraption, resulting in you just bouncing up and down more. Tears begin to stream down your face as you realize the shrinking potion had done its job. Looking down at your hands, you begin to cry more as you acknowledge their small, shrunken state. You still felt yourself, spotting the arm hair on your arms, and the similar contours of the muscles of your forearms. Your body was the same, but had shrunken several times smaller.

You continue to cry as the sound of a door opening behind you causes you to pause, and you strain yourself to turn around, locking eyes with Jess as she strolls in the room, wearing a short red dress, gleefully smiling at you.

"He's awake!" she says in a mocking tone.

"Jess please!" you cry out, bouncing in desperation, feeling the thick diaper against your backside.

"Nuh uh uh" she says, waving her finger as she kneels over you, her cleavage enveloping your view. "That's mommy from now on. You will call me", pausing, "mom-mee. Say it with me."

Angrily shaking your head, you're furious at your situation, unable to move, locked in a diaper with Jess standing over you, mocking you.

"Aw" she coos. "That's ok, you'll get use to it very quickly I'm guessing" she says with a laugh as she walks to the bed. "Now I'm glad you're awake because I thought mommy and baby could have their first outing to the park today. What do you think?"

Continuing trying to lift yourself out you kick your legs in anger and growl as she pulls up two pieces of clothing from the bed. "I'm glad I saved these. What does baby want to wear? The striped one or the other one?" Holding them in front you, you see two toddler sized overalls with shirts on hangers.

Wailing you cry out, "Jess please I don't want to be a baby! Pl-" You're suddenly cut off by a spasm in your belly causing you to freeze. A loud grumble courses through your gut as you realize your bowels were quickly shifting, sending a shock up your spine. You don't move, not sure what to do as the growing feeling to poop rolls through your guts. Feeling blood rush to your face as you begin blushing. A pulsing tingling feeling begins emanating from your bladder as well and you realize you have to pee too. Everything was going catastrophically wrong.

Jess turns, looking down at you. "You got quiet, what's wrong?" Almost immediately her expression changes as you see her realize what was happening.

"Is my little man using his diapy wipey?" she says mockingly, cooing at you.

Shaking your head, you don't know what do to. You look up at her with a pleading face.

Laughing, she puts her hands on her hips. "Someone is making mommy a surprise isn't he? Well you should know that the nice lady that sold me the potion told me that incontinence is a likely side effect, so in our case it should work perfectly".

Panicking, you brace yourself as a cramp begins to rumble through your gut, causing you to grab the sides of the bouncer tray. Suddenly, you feel your rectum begin to spasm, involuntarily puckering over and over as you feel your insides shifting. You desperately try to stop it, straining with all your might but your sphincter muscles feel utterly weak and unresponsive. The spasms continue as several loud farts begin popping and erupting into the diaper as your pressurized bowels force them out. Flushed, you close your eyes and begin bucking your hips desperately trying to stop the involuntary voiding about to happen.

"Nooo.." you groan tightening your grip.

Without warning the mass of a giant log of poop pushes through your flaccid rectum, forcing its way out and spreading your anus open. You groan as it pushes its way out, smashing between your butt cheeks and into the back of the diaper making a loud crinkling noise as the diaper shifts to accommodate it. You groan more as the force of the movement tightens your hips, making you lean forward into the bouncer tray while tightly nestling your butt against the seat, smashing the mess firmly against your skin. The diaper wrapped around your butt does nothing to conceal the putrid smell of dirty diaper now engulfing you, mixing with the sweet smell of baby powder. The smell ignites memories of the white walled daycare center you had spent your childhood in, with its permanent stench of dirty diapers and nursery smells. Now instead of babies in the nursery making the dirty diapers, it was you, curled over in a Huggies diaper loading the back of it with poop.

Sprawled against the plastic top, you feel the pressure of your backside continuing to ache as the poop is smashed against the back of your diaper. Straining, you see Jess kneel in front of you, sitting down on a small stool with a disgusted look on her face.

"Good thing I got the diapers with the blowout protection, that smells so bad!" waving her hand in front of her face making a wretching noise.

"Noo!" you wail, the pressure overwhelming you as you lift your diapered butt off the seat of the bouncer. Grunting, you close your eyes again and flinch as an explosion of runny mush shoots out of your anus, spilling into the diaper with a disgusting squelching noise as it jams into every corner of diaper. You're immediately worried of it spilling out of the diaper but can't do anything to stop the convulsion of poop. Several more spurts violently erupt into the back of the diaper, causing it to droop more and more. The sticky mud like mess is now plastered over your entire groin.

Finally the pressure begins to lessen and you feel yourself relaxing, a blanket of ease washing over you. You slightly push the last bit of poop out, feeling it drop into the diaper when the tingling in you bladder comes back. Apathetic from the whole experience you sit back, smashing the sordid diaper against your backside as you let go and begin to flood the diaper with urine. The sensation is wonderful and you feel the diaper swelling between your thighs as the hot liquid gushes out. Finally the pressure fades and you look to Jess, completely humiliated at what had happened.

"All done?" she asks, eyebrow raised.

You slowly nod, feeling more tears welling up in your eyes.

"Let's check that diaper then" she hums as she wraps her hands under your arms, enveloping your chest with her gigantic grip. You see her face shift to a look of horrified disgust as she blurts "Oh my god!"

Before you can react she sits you down on the floor, standing you on your feet. You look down and realize what she was upset about. The entire diaper was a patchy, bloated discoloration of brown from the mess you had just deposited. Dripping down your legs are several streaks of poop with the leg gatherers of the diaper completely overloaded, spilling out of the diaper. More tears begin streaming down your face as you wail "I'm sorry!" Not sure what to do, you feel the infantile urge to jam your thumb in your mouth. Sucking on it you look up at Jess.

"Well she said the first bowel movement would be bad, with your size changing so much. Guess I should have double diapered you or something." Jess says, looking down at you with a grimace. Shaking her head, she steps back towards the adjacent wall where a large poster is hung against it. Covered in Sesame Street characters, the calendar like grid has the words "Poop and Pee" at the top, nestled next to Big Bird.

"Looks like you did both a number one and a number two" Jess says in a playful tone, pulling a pair of brown and yellow stars off a large sticker pad. She sticks them on first block of the calendar and turns to you as you hear the distinctive sound of her smart phone ringing.

"Of course" she says, sighing as she pulls the phone out, nestling it against her head as she answers"

You continue to stand, sucking on your thumb as the overwhelming stench of your diaper fills your nostrils. It was beginning to itch. You desperately needed out of the diaper.

"Tricia, hi!" Jess says, looking at you. "What are you doing?" she pauses. "Yes, he's here and yes he took it". Nodding she smiles towards you. "Well he needs his diaper changed, but why don't you come over now and I can show you." She laughs and says "Okay see you soon" as she ends the call.

Your heart drops in your chest and your thumb pops out of your mouth in shock.

"Why is Tricia coming over?!" you plead, stomping your feet as you feel the saggy diaper drooping between your legs.

"You'll just have to wait and see now won't you?" Jess says, walking towards you. "Now let's get that diaper changed".

It would come as a shock to most that you’d willingly submitted to this. That your adult urges had been wholly replaced. The only “pleasure” you truly experience down there anymore is filling up your pants each and every morning. And that’s just how your new parent likes you, completely dependent on and obsessed with diapers.

Tonight that would change. Your caregiver, as they’d been promising for a while now with devilish glee, was finally going to allow you to cum. With constraints of course. The “entertainment” is to be chosen for you, and there’s absolutely no chance of you leaving the confines of your oh-so-important diapers.

Like a cat in a sunbeam I sat sprawled out on the living room carpet on a typical Sunday morning. Typical for me at least. Tucked in a corner, away from the view of the kitchen, I relished in the warm early morning sun streaming through the large bay windows. I was grateful for the white linen curtain hanging across, partly for the way it softened the light, but more so for the cover it provided from prying neighborhood eyes. I shuddered to think what anyone in my charming suburb would say if they could see me now, my lavender Barney shirt barely reaching my midriff, doing nothing to conceal the fat, white diaper hugging my waist. It had already begun to yellow at the crotch despite having been put in it at my early morning change only a short while ago. I glumly took a suck on the bulbous paci in my mouth as I reflected on what only a few, seemingly endless, months had done to my bladder control.

But that was neither here nor there. Right now, I was on a mission. With one quick, conspiratorial look around the room, and an intense listen in the direction of the kitchen to ensure mommy was still focused on making breakfast, I spat out my pacifier and got to work.

Ever so gently, to avoid making any noise and attracting unwanted attention, I reached through the colorful, plastic bars of my playpen to clumsily grasp at the stack of magazines on the coffee table. Thumbing past issues of Home & Garden, and Good Housekeeping, my eyes lit up as my fingers found their destination. Like Indiana Jones and his golden idol, delicately slipped the coveted Macy’s catalogue out from under its pile and back through my playpen bars. With a rapturous marvel that I had saved for comic books as a kid, and issues of Hustler as a teen, I ogled my prize.

It had been three long months since my wife caught me flirting with another woman. Three months since this had become my life. Three months since my wife had become my “mommy.” Three months without internet. Three months without porn. Three months without sex. Three months where our only form of physical “intimacy” anymore comes three to five times a day while I lie on my back, wrists and tummy tightly strapped to the nursery changing table, wincing as mommy roughly wipes down my dirty bottom and “peepee.” Though it’s been hundreds of dirty diapers since my life as Baby Beluga began, I still get hard every time. If she notices, though, she surely doesn’t make any mention of it. There was the one change where I couldn’t control myself, my body betrayed me, and while I experienced a brief explosion of ecstasy, the moment was short lived. With a look of disgust—and perhaps the smirk of a winner—my wife brought her semen covered hand to my mouth and made me eat my spent juices.

That was a one time occurrence, and though I’ve had the occasional wet dream since—unknowingly unloading into the wet, thirsty folds of my thick nighttime diapers—I wanted to feel control again. And as I gingerly flipped through the pages of the normally benign Macy’s clothing catalogue, I felt a stirring down below. Ever since she converted our second bedroom from a home office into my new nursery, and I traded the king sized bed for a walled-in crib, I had stopped seeing mommy naked. The only time I ever get to see her panties is when she does laundry and I get to sit on the floor beside her, “helping.”

I stared fixedly on an image of a smiling, buxom red headed woman modeling a pair of sweatpants. My eyes traced the curve of her cheeks, ever so slightly visible through the thick fabric. The heat in my crotch continued to grow, and as I turned the page, my right hand drifted absent-mindedly downwards. On the next page I hit gold. Women of all shapes and sizes sporting sports bras, maternity bras, some designed for comfort, some for extra support, I didn’t discriminate. With a soft breath of pleasure, I slowly began to knead the front of my diaper, my fingers running up and over the smooth plastic bulge. Though there was at least an inch of saturated padding between my hand and my cock, I crinkled away, losing myself to the moment. I turned another page and found women’s panties. Sure, this was no Victoria’s Secret but beggars can’t be choosers, and as I drank in the image of a young mother proudly showing off her striped cotton undies, 3 for $5, my eyes began to roll back and my kneading intensified. My cock desperately strained in its pillowy prison, tenting the infantile image of a waving cartoon bear on the front panel, as my constant ministrations produced a curious crinkly chorus. With shortened breath I gazed at the various pairs of breasts and wished for the chance to touch one with my hands, not just my suckling lips.

I can’t explain it but for some reason my imagination took me right back to my changing table, strapped in and waiting for mommy to get me into a new diaper. Though this time, I pictured her nearly naked save for the pastel panties and a plain tan brassiere. Just as my imagined mommy began to saunter over, her rapturous hips swaying from side to side, and my “manhood” threatened to erupt, I was ripped from my reverie by a sudden gasp.

“Sweetums, brekkie’s ready—GASP—You naughty, naughty boy!”

My eyes jolted open to see my mommy standing over me, hands on her hips in disapproval. I hastily tried to hide the magazine but it was too late. Furiously, she grabbed me by the ear and dragged me out of the playpen and up towards the nursery, all the while telling me what a bad baby I had been.

Back in my dreaded nursery, she marched me straight to the corner rocking chair. Or as it was better known, “mommy’s spanking corner.” In one quick move she sat down, pulled me over her lap, and before I could blink my diaper was pulled down to my thighs exposing my cheeks. She grabbed the string oak paddle off of its home on the wall and I knew to grit my teeth.

SMACK! The first spank brought tears to me eyes and I let out a yelp of pain. Without blinking, mommy reached down where my pacifier was still dangling from a little clip on my shirt and shoved it forcefully into my mouth.

“Keep that in or next time it’ll be a bar of soap!” I nodded meekly and bit down on my paci as I braced for the next volley, as mommy scolded all the while.

“In fact, I should make you eat a bar of soap instead of the very nice breakfast I made for you that’s now going cold downstairs, all because you couldn’t keep your grubby little hands where they belong. Your nanny was right, I really should invest in those mittens.”

Thirty or so spanks later and my bottom was a bright fire truck red. Tears spilled down my face and onto the floor. Roughly, mommy pulled my diaper back up into place and stood me up so she could guide me into the crib. Up went the rail and I heard it’s usual “click” signaling I was trapped for good.

“Right. You’ve been a naughty baby, mister, and you had better think on that while I’m gone.”

Mommy then stepped out of the nursery, leaving me sniffling and rubbing my poor, blistered bottom hoping to get some relief. I heard her go downstairs, and then the sound of the car starting. I don’t know how much time had passed before she returned, but I awoke in my crib to the sound of the nursery door opening as mommy stepped through wearing, to my surprise, nothing but a robe.

“Hi sleepyhead! Has my baby had time to think about what he did?” I nodded glumly and looked away in shame.

“Good boy, because mommy had some time to think too and I think I know just what my little man needs!” I quickly looked up from the pile of Disney blankies I was trying to distract myself with just in time to see mommy disrobe, revealing a stunning, lavender lingerie set. Instantly, the throbbing heat in the crotch of my diaper returned, and I fought the urge to touch it. It was then that I noticed she was holding a curious shopping bag. With a wry smile, she sauntered over to my crib and dropped the side. Before I could clumsily amble out, she procured another, more bulbous pacifier, this time with baby blue leather straps leading away from either side of the blue plastic mouthguard. Not wanting to incur further wrath I spit out my current paci and allowed her to insert the new one, waiting patiently as she buckled the straps of the gag tightly behind me head. Taking me by the hand, she led me by the hand back to the chair and over her lap. I began to whine as my poor bottom remembered what happened only a short while ago.

“No, no, baby. I spoke with the nice ladies at the store and they let me know what you really need to help take care of your little… problem.” I grunted inquisitively into the gag as mommy procured a strange, slender device, smiling all the while.

“Yes, it seems in taking care of all your little babyish needs, I may have neglected one very important one, building up inside of you, isn’t that right?” At that, I perked up, my cock growing firm once again. I suddenly became acutely aware of the soft feel of mommy’s thighs as I lay across, gleefully anticipating my much needed release but still confused as to what her new toy was for. She lightly parted her thighs to give room for my cock to fit through, and possessively traced the round curves of my ass with her other hand.

“Mhmm, it seems you’ve got a lot of nasty stuff gunked up inside of you and as your mommy it’s my duty to help you get it out!” Suddenly I felt her tug at the elastic waistband of my diaper once again, exposing my bottom. This time, though, she shimmied it down further to allow my cock to breathe as well. I heard her fiddling with something and eagerly awaited the feeling of her hand on my manhood. Finally, I thought to myself, some respect around here! What I felt next, though, was the sensation of something wet and slick, directed at my virgin backside. I tried to squeal in protest but it was too late, as I felt the oblong offender push its way inside. I had never had something there before and it felt strange and wrong. Deeper and deeper it went until I felt it bottom out, and then with a steady pull I felt it coming out, eliciting a low guttural moan from behind my pacifier-gag.

“Do you like that baby?” I didn’t but trapped as I was, there was no objecting. She slowly began to push the phallic device back in causing me to grunt in discomfort once more. As soon as it bottomed out again, I felt mommy pause and reach back for the shopping bag again before hearing a loud plop and seeing the pages of some sort of magazine drop to the floor right in front of my face as it hung from the end of my body, slouched as it was over mommy’s lap. I saw her hand come into view and she delicately turned a few pages and I saw that it wasn’t a magazine but in fact a catalogue. A very naughty catalogue…

She turned until she got to a page proudly displaying a wide variety of small tubes, all in the shapes of flaccid penises. Even if I wanted to feign ignorance, the slender and humiliated boy modeling one such device in the corner of the page did little to dispel any doubt. There were metal tubes, plastic tubes, ones with spikes, and ones so small you’d think they were intended for use on nipples.

“It was very, very naughty what you did, but as your mommy, I suppose I should’ve known to take care of this ahead of time. Well, starting today, that changes. Have a look in your new catalogue baby, and see if you can find yourself a new toy. I think I saw a baby blue one that looked just your style!” She said gleefully, pulling the phallus back outward before ramming it home again. In and out it went, over and over again, as my mommy informed me of all the new things she learned from the ladies at the sex shop. From deep within my abdomen I began to feel waves of intense pleasure radiating outwards. As mommy administered to my bottom with one hand, I felt her reach below me with another, and if my eyes weren’t crossed in a strange mixture of agony and ecstasy, I would have seen her collect gob after gob of gooey, pearlescent cum dripping endlessly from the tip of my now flaccid cock. Several weeks of pent up frustration began pouring into a small plastic bowl as I rode the waves of pleasure hoping to reach an actual climax at the end. Suddenly and without warning, however, mommy stopped. I whined desperately into my paci-gag, sounding almost as helpless and pitiful as a real baby. I never got to cum! She didn’t do it right! Please don’t stop.

Once again mommy briskly yanked my soaking wet diaper back into place and sat me down on the floor beside her, no longer hard but still very horny. I tried to stare at her lacy pantied crotch and hungrily imagined at the powerful, pungent folds of her sex within, but my view was suddenly obscured by the baby blue plastic bowl full of my secretions hovering right under my nose. I looked up at mommy in a confused panic and let out a muffled yelp into my gag.

"Mmmm," I moan into my binky as the thick, soft padding pressed into the carpet beneath me warms around my throbbing cock.

Carefully, I sneak a peak behind me to see if Sheila is paying attention. I let out a small, relieved sigh when I see she is still laying on the couch, completely engrossed in scrolling on her phone.

I know that I am not supposed to play naughty games. I'm in diapers in the first place for playing with myself without permission. But the humiliation of being babid by my wife, the feeling of the warm padding between my legs, the pressure of my weight on my manhood as I lay here, it's all too much.

Slowly at first, so as not to draw my wife's attention, I thrust my hips into my soggy padding. I'm pretending that I am staring at the television, but my eyes are closed as I imagine I am having sex with my wife, rather than humping my soggy diaper.

I can't help but let out a slutty little moan as my pleasure grows. I start to thrust harder and faster, panting as I draw ever closer to completion.

My movements stop, however, when I feel a finger under my chin, tilting my head up.

I open my eyes. Sheila's disappointed face is staring right back at me.

"Oh, baby, why did you stop? Mommy is loving your little show. You might as well make it to your grand finale."

I let out a pathetic whimper, my face turning a deep shade of red as my wife taunts me. I try to let out words of protest, but I am silenced by a finger on my paci.

"Hush. I don't want to hear your excuses," Sheila continues in a more commanding tone, "Mommy told you to finish. So, you will finish."

Hesitantly, I start to rock my hips into the floor again, earning a large grin from my wife.

"Good boy, Ollie! Now, you better enjoy this, because, after today, humping your icky little diapies is the only way you're going to make stickies for a long, long time."

I moan, as if to punctuate her sentence. Being told of my further humiliation is both horrifying and intoxicating. In moments, my wife is rubbing my back as I shoot a big, sticky load into my padded pants.

“Ready or not, here I come!” Your stepmother shouted, uncovering her eyes. You’d just run off to hide, and now it was up to her to seek. She had giggled to herself as you went to hide, your loud, crinkling diaper giving away your supposedly stealthy movements.

“Wherever could you be?” She announced in mock confusion. “It’s a good thing  you’re a big boy, and can keep your diaper clean. Why, a smelly diaper would give away your hiding spot in no time!”

You blushed a deep red, knowing that you had just made the poopiest of diapers. Your stepmother made a show of checking all the most obvious spots where you weren’t hiding. You shifted from foot to foot, the messy poo in your diaper settling a bit. Finally she came around the corner and gave a gasp in mock surprise.

“What’s this? A baby in a stinky diaper! Well, I’ve found you, and as my prize I get to change you out of your dirty diaper into a clean pamper. How does that sound, little one?”

HOW TO INDUCE LACTATION ( INFO )

I have done this myself and many women world wide for some reason or another have also induced lactation. Its a fairly simple process that just takes time. 

Inducing Lactation 

The technique for inducing lactation without being pregnant is exceptionally simple: physically stimulate the nipple and areola, and the body will respond by making milk! Forget about milk inducing drugs and exotic techniques: all it takes is stimulation! 

The best and most reliable way to induce lactation is to dry breast feed your nursing partner for 20 minutes, eight times each day. Don’t let your partner suck just on the nipple; make sure he or she is latched on in the same manner as a nursing infant would latch onto it’s mother’s breast. In the beginning, even without milk, relax and breast feed your partner, just as you would as if you breasts were full of milk. In time, your body will respond to the suckling by producing milk. 

If your schedule won’t permit eight nursing sessions each day; reduce the number of sessions to what you can comfortably handle. Women have successfully induced lactation with as little as two breast feeding sessions each day; however, the sessions do need to be at least 20 minutes long. Keeping in mind: the closer to eight nursing sessions each day you are able to have, the better the results will be. 

If you do not have a willing or reliable nursing partner, you may substitute suckling with hand massage of the breast, and finger stimulation of the nipple and areola. You may use a breast pump if you wish; however, hand expression will work just as well. Eight, 20 minute stimulation sessions each day is still optimum for inducing lactation, even without a reliable nursing partner. If your schedule will not permit eight sessions each day, you may reduce the number of sessions to what you can comfortably handle. But again, the closer to eight nursing sessions each day you are able to have, the better the results will be. 

DO NOT OVER COMPLICATE THE TECHNIQUE! Quite simply put: your body will respond to the need for milk by producing milk! It is a mistake to overcomplicate your method of inducing lactation. Keep it simple! 

If you are breast feeding your nursing partner to induce lactation, his or her mouth should provide enough lubrication to prevent chaffing of the nipple and areola. If you are inducing lactation by using hand and finger stimulation, you may need to use a lubricant to prevent chaffing. There are several products on the market specifically for lubricating and protecting the nipples and areolas of women who are breast feeding. A warm shower is a good time to stimulate; the water will help lubricate and the warmth will help relax your breasts. 

In the beginning, expect your breasts to swell and become sore. To lactate, the lymph system in your breasts have to undergo certain changes; the result is temporary soreness. You may notice soreness particularly around the outer edges of the breasts, near your armpits. Even though the soreness is temporary, the increase in cup size will likely remain as long as you are lactating. 

If you have never been pregnant, and never had milk, the process may take a little longer. Even though mammary glands mature during puberty, the glands have to undergo minor changes before they will actually produce milk: this will add time to the process of inducing. Once mammary glands have produced milk for the first time, they never go back to the way they were. Mammary glands of a woman who has breast fed in the past are always be ready to produce milk again. After breast feeding for the first time, some women never completely dry up. It is not unusual for a woman to be able to express a drop or two, even years after she has breast fed. 

Don’t look for drugs or exotic techniques to inducing lactation: this simple technique of physical stimulation is all there is to successfully inducing lactation. Once past puberty: as long as a woman’s mammary glands are healthy and have not been altered or surgically removed, a woman’s breasts are completely capable of producing milk! This is true for women who have never been pregnant, women who have gone through menopause, and even women who have had a hysterectomy. The presence of a uterus, and/or ovaries, is not required for a woman to lactate: the only thing that is required is healthy breasts and a desire to lactate. 

This really is all there is to the physical technique of inducing lactation; HOWEVER, there is one more factor involved: YOU HAVE TO HAVE A REASON! 

As long as healthy mammary glands are supplied with body fluids, the hormones Oxytocin and Prolactin, and stimulated electrically, they will produce milk indefinitely! The main obstacle that prevents a woman from producing milk when inducing lactation is not physical technique; it is psychological! The brain has to send an electrical signal, via the nervous system, to stimulate the mammary gland before the mammary gland will make milk! 

Mammary glands, like every other part of our body, is controlled by the brain, particularly, a subconscious portion of the brain. If the brain perceives nipple and areola stimulation to be sexual only, the brain will respond by creating a feeling of sexual pleasure only. If the brain perceives nipple and areola stimulation to be the need for milk, the brain will respond by sending an electrical signal, via the nervous system, causing the milk to letdown and the mammary glands to produce milk. The breasts will continue to make milk as long as the brain continues to send electrical signals, stimulating the mammary glands. Also if the brain perceives nipple and areola stimulation to be for both sexual pleasure and the need for milk, it will respond by creating both. 

When a mother begins to breast feed her child, she automatically focuses her subconscious mind on making milk. It is this subconscious mental image that causes her brain to send the signal to her mammary glands to letdown and make milk! In addition to sexual arousal caused by nipple stimulation, a woman who inducing lactation must also create the mental image of making milk, in the same manner that a nursing mother would. 

The physical technique of inducing lactation is very simple, (physically stimulate the nipples and areolas), however, creating the mental scenario that results in the brain stimulating the mammary glands into milk production is a little more involved. At the same time, once the subconscious has been trained to correctly respond to stimulation, little else matters: you will be able to letdown when you need, and produce milk in whatever quantities needed. As we can see in the example of spontaneous letdown and leakage: when a woman is properly stimulated mentally, she will letdown and produce milk. All physical stimulation does is tell your brain, when and how much milk to make! 

Whether dry nursing your partner to induce lactation, or hand massage, finger stimulation and breast pumping, choose a physical technique you are comfortable with and enjoy: then focus on training your subconscious to respond to making milk instead of, or in conjunction with, sexual arousal. The secret to inducing lactation is creating a proper mental state that will cause the brain to stimulate the breasts to letdown, and mammary glands to make milk. How long it takes to lactate, depends entirely on how long it takes you to decide to create the proper mental state! How much milk you will be able to produce will depend on how much milk you want. 

If this fails there is drugs that can be used to increase prolactin levels and are fairly safe. Herbs can also be used to help with lacatation. 

Herbs 

In addition to the medications described above, the following herbs have been found to be helpful in increasing milk supply for women on the protocols: 

Fenugreek seed - 3 capsules (580-610 mg each) 3 times a day with food 

Blessed Thistle herb - 3 capsules (325-390mg each) 3 times a day with food 

How to Induce Lactation. Not a pussy mod in sight, but one of those occasions when PMG reblogs something that is interesting and could even be of use to some of PMG’s followers and visitors. There are a number of reasons why a woman might wish to lactate, sexual and non-sexual, such as unexpectedly needing to look after a family baby following a tragedy.

John wasn't a special guy or anything; he lived alone, worked a good job with good hours, a nice circle of ordinary friends, dated some girls here and there with nothing serious. He did however love the lifestyle of being an adult baby in the comfort of his home after getting off work or on days off with nothing to do. John would strip down as soon as he got home and would put a big thick baby printed diaper on, watch cartoons, and play with some toys with his bottle close by. John found this to be just enough to get by on living out his fantasy's but of course would yearn to have a real "mommy" to baby him like he truly desired and read about in stories online.

One Sunday, a typical day off for John, he was eating lunch and enjoying some little time by lounging around in his diaper when he remembered he had to go out to Walmart to pick up a few things up before work this week. John went to get dressed, making sure to find a baggy pair of gym shorts that would hide his diapered butt the best, this isn't the first time he'd had gone out padded, especially to just run some errands. He packed an extra diaper and some changing supplies for a "just in case" situation and left to go to the store, knowing nothing of how this trip will be a lot different for him. Once getting to the store and walking around some isles for about 20minutes, John felt a tightness in his tummy as it growled a bit; knowing what this meant and not having much time, John found an empty isle and squatted down like a toddler to start pushing out his mess like a baby but tried to make it look like he was just looking for something on a lower shelf. Very shortly after John had started to fill his diaper, an older Latino woman had turned down the isle on the opposite end and was making her way down. She noticed John and found his stance strange for him to be looking for something but was going to just ignore him till she heard a big toot come from John as she walked by. With a laugh, the lady stated "Oh sweetie, I thought that squat looked familiar. Ya'know I'm an Abuela to a lot of children in my family and even though they're all grown now, I never forget a poopy squat!" John, looking horrified and blushing bright red from the ladies comment, he tried to protest, "L-look ma'am, sorry for the little fart as you walked by bu..." Interrupting John by hushing him little a toddler, "No no, niño, you will be coming with Nana now and we will get you all cleaned up, I'm assuming you have changing supplies in that bag of yours." John nodded and reluctantly went with the older woman, fearing what would happen if he didn't after getting exposed like he did. John found himself being taken to the restroom and she directed him into the family room. The older woman helped john onto the changing table and with no warning striped off his shorts and flipped up his shirt. "Ohhhh niño, you are so adorable, and pretty stinky" She said with endearment and a small smirk. She undid John's poopy diaper as he laid there in total shame and shock that this is actually happening; she commented on how messy he was and that her other grandsons were packing bigger at the age of 2. John was put into the fresh diaper after being thoroughly wiped and cleaned off and powdered like a baby; getting help off the table when finished. "Uhh... Uhm thank you for that ma'am, you didn't need to do that and I'd really appreciate if you didn't tell anyone about this.." John said as the lady was washing her hands. "Oh honey, it's an Abuela's job to make sure all babies are taken care of, no matter how big. As for keeping this between us, I think you'll need to come home with me so we can discuss that more, if you agree now like a good boy, nothing will happen when we leave the bathroom." John, looking nervous agreed to the terms the lady set and they left the store together in the lady's car.

John was put in the back seat, like all babies of course, and after about 10 minutes he had fallen asleep while on the ride. John was woken up once they got to the lady's house and got picked up out of the car and carried into the house while sitting on her hip. Shocked at the lady's strength, John could only hold on with his legs around her waist. The lady turned on some baby cartoons and put John on the living room floor and proceeded to strip him down to just his diaper. She stood over John for a second, kinda looking like she was showing her dominance of the situation and bent down in front of him like he was some actual little baby. "Ooookay niño, now that it's just us, we will discuss your new rules. You see sweetie, I've been wanting another baby around my house, been telling allll my grandchildren to having babies; but nowww I have you! You will call me na-na from here on and will be the baby of my house no matter what, and it's obviously what you want too. Nana will dress you, feed you, change you, and take you out! But you will not be allowed any big boy words, no bathroom unless potty training, crawling only, and diaper always visible in the house" John was blushing bright red as he was being given his new rules and started to pee his diaper in front of his nana. "Awww my niño has a wet diaper already?! Well, we need to go to your old place and get your stuff don't we?" After a couple of hours, John had found himself fully moved in with his new nana and living out his dreams he was wishing just hours prior.