I always enjoy trolling through kinky websites and chat rooms on the internet, so it wasn’t unusual that I happened across a chat room about adult babies, got a login, and went into it.

Mostly, it was men looking for dom females, which I wasn’t interested in. But, there was one. A 19 year old woman looking for a place to live as a baby for an extended period. She wasn’t getting much response since most of the people in the chat room were married and just fulfilling their fantasies. I, on the other hand, was single, well off, and wasn’t dating at the time. So, I started chatting with her.

Her name was Marie and she had graduated from high school that year. She still lived at home, but her parents were pressuring her to move out and she had nowhere to go. She worked a dead-end job at the local mall, which was about 100 miles from where I owned a small spread I had inherited from my parents. Where I lived wasn’t ‘in town’, but it wasn’t ‘out-of-town’ either. The nearest substantial city was 20 miles down the road.

Marie and I chatted for over two weeks. I tried to get her to tell me how she related to an adult baby website, but she said she was embarrassed to talk about it. All I could get from her is that her parents were upset with her and wanted her out of the house.

Finally, I told her we needed to meet in person. She was really hesitant about that, until I said, “well, if you want help, we’re going to need to meet sometime.” She finally agreed to meet me at a restaurant near her home the following Friday.

I don’t know exactly what my expectations were, but I wasn’t dating anyone and it was a good way to spend an evening. She told me how she would be dressed and I did the same. The meet was on.

I arrived about 10 minutes early and, looking around, didn’t see anyone dressed as I expected, so I got a table and waited.

When Marie arrived, there was no doubt it was her. She was a stunning blonde, thin with long hair, smallish looking boobs but, what appeared to be, an oversized ass. She was wearing jeans and a tank top and walked a little bow-legged; I couldn’t figure out why.

She came over to my table, I stood, and we hugged briefly before she sat down. Oddly, I caught an odor of pee when we hugged, but dismissed it.

We ate and talked for a long time before she finally opened up. Throughout her growing up, she had never been able to stop peeing the bed at night. As she got older, it got worse and she often peed her pants when she was out, which is why she wore Depends all the time (now I knew why her ass looked so big).

On top of that, she had never gotten over the sucking instincts she had as a baby and, if she didn’t concentrate on not doing it, would start sucking her thumb, even in public. At home, she had bought an adult pacifier and sucking it was the only way she could get to sleep at night. She had never had a boyfriend because she was too embarrassed to go out.

Her life at home was miserable. Her parents were ultra-conservative Christians, had decided that she was an incorrigible sinner and wanted her out of their life. They had given her 30 days to move out or they were going to throw her out. Today was day 27, Monday would be day 30.

I make evaluations and decisions pretty quickly, and did here also. I asked Marie how she had gotten to our meeting; she said she had taken a taxi. Her parents didn’t allow her to drive.

“OK, well, you’re going to come home with me. I’m willing to try to work things out for you, but we need to talk where we can talk more intimately and in private and this isn’t the place.”

“You mean now?”

“Yes, right now.”

She didn’t argue, so I paid the bill and we left. She was worried that she didn’t have any dry Depends with her and the one she was wearing was wet. So, we stopped by the local mega-market to get some. She walked over to where the Depends were and started to get some, but I stopped her. I steered her to the adult diapers and we bought the size right for her waist. She looked apprehensive, but I told her that was what she needed. We also got baby wipes, diaper rash creme, large baby bottles, juice, baby formula, and the biggest pacifier they had in stock.

On the way back to my home, she didn’t say much. I asked her if she felt like sucking her thumb to which she replied, “Yes, but I was trying not to.”

“Well, it’s OK to suck your thumb whenever you feel the need, so go ahead.”

And, she did.

When we got to the house, we sat in the living room and I said, “Marie. I’m offering you a chance to live the way you want to live and not have anyone judge you for it. Do you want it? Yes or No.”

She hesitated for a second, started crying, and said, “Do you mean it?”

I told her, “Yes, you’re going to be allowed to live as a child, a child with a parent who takes care of you and guides you.”

“Then, yes. I do want it. No, I need it.” And, she began sucking her thumb.

“Just to be clear. You’re going to get everything you need, but you’ll also get disciplined when you’re a bad girl. It goes both ways. Do you understand?”

“Yes”.

“Alright. Let’s get you ready for bed.” And, I took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

When we got to the bedroom, I told her, “You’re a little too heavy for me to carry around like I would a baby, but other than that, you’ll let me do everything. Do you understand?” I got undressed as I had slept naked my entire life.

She pulled her thumb out of her mouth long enough to say, “Yes”.

“Sit on the bed.”

And, with that, I pulled her shirt and bra off. I don’t even know why she wore a bra. Her boobs were very tiny, but had big nipples. It was OK though. She wouldn’t be wearing a bra any more.