"Hello, Alana, my perfect baby girl."I sniveled. What did my wife possibly mean?She got a twisted smile on her face. I knew I was in serious trouble."You just got your farewell kisses from your adoring wife, Annabelle. In the future, when you crawl to me - and you will always crawl to me - I will be Mommy Annabelle, your diaper disciplinarian." I growled, snarled, and wriggle in my bonds. I was ready to end this game. I gave my wife a cold, dark stare."I give you permission to speak, Alana," she said."Where am I?" I asked."You are at the asylum for the Creative Reintroduction of Infantile Behavior," she said. "My friend Elizabeth Wadsworth calls it The CRIB. Her ex-husband -- since babified and remarried to another adult baby -- was the founder. She has encouraged all her friends to send their errant husbands here. I've met three couples that use the asylum. The women are very happy. The men are very nappied."I gulped. "You're telling me this is for real?" I said angrily. "I demand to know, Annabelle: how in the hell did I end up restrained, wearing diapers and a baby dress?"This story is intended for adults 18 years of age and older. It involves age play, regression, ABDl, bondage, discipline, spankings, femdom and cross-dressing.
