The Candidate by Anon (Big Baby World)
October 10, 1994
The Candidate is Selected
Dr. Whetmore reviewed the file again carefully. “Tomorrow she’ll be here
and we start her programming.” thought the doctor.
Jennifer Wells, age 22, white, female. Typical spoiled little rich kid,
until daddy cut her off, then died, and stepmom wanted nothing to do
with her. Alone, no family except a brother who tended to side with the
stepmom so he would eventually inherit, no boyfirends or real friends at
all on this campus, being her first year at Xavier University.
Above average intelligence. No history of mental illness, or disease, or
physical condition that was abnormal. Very articulate, and mature for
22. Slightly more sexual experience than most sophomores, but not
unusually so. Average female sexual fantasies, and orgasmically
The one minor negative was her slightly higher than average
hypnotizability rating, but then the experience she’d recently had with
her brother hypnotizing her and helping her learn to concentrate must be
fresh and heightening her response. Also her desire to win a
“candidates” position would heighten her desire to respond properly.
Dr. Whetmore smiled inwardly as she thought about the program so freely
funded by the government. Now that the “cold war” was back on, and the
USA and other “democratic” powers were trying so hard to determine how
the communists and chinese has managed to turn so many “red blooded
american boys” against their country, that they could barely raise a
decent army or fighting force. Somehow the communists were managing to
unleash thousands of “Manchurian Candidates” as they were labeled, to
convince young ameri can men and women that war was evil, to fight the
“friendly” advances of the Russians, Chinese and other socialist forces
They were tremendous orators, gifted with almost superhuman logic,
oratory skill and abilities far beyond those of normal men and women.
At first she had worked with psychiatric patients, prisoners, and other
misfits, the usual morass of people noone cared about, who could be used
as guinea pigs for her mind melding experiments. Designed to create the
“perfect, loyal American” hundreds of people were programmed, almost
tortured in the interests of the “country”. Regrettably many were
reduced to vegetables, incapable of the simplest independent thought,
let alone the skills of the sleepers the socialists had unleashed.
Studying everything she could get her hands on, and “interviewing” some
of the socialist, American leaders, she had finally hit on something.
Carefully she developed her programs and plans, and after almost 100
successful experiments in a row, she detailed it to her benefactors.
At first they were doubtful. “It will take too long !” they cried, but
when she showed the results she could obtain in just 10 days of
intensive “reeducation”, they gave her a blank signed checkbook.
She had the space, the equipment, and the resources now to really set up
her experiments on a grand scale, and finally after thousands more
tests, the benefactors said “Now we need to test some good old “normal”
american boys and girls. Not these misfits and crazies you’ve been
working with. Normal everyday kids.”
The university supplied hundreds of kids, unsuspectingly, for her
program, and true to her predictions they all responded as desired. Each
of them became totally loyal american evangelists for the “free and
democratic American way”.
Hundreds of american boys and girls, in universities across the
continent volunteered for her “psychology research”, in the hopes of
earning and easy credit, and after their 10 day stay in her special lab,
left completely reeducated, loyal americans, who just happened to be
chronic bedwetters. A slight price to pay for loyalty.
The program was SO perfect, it was almost completely automated. In on
day one, through the phases to strip their resistance, reeducate, return
to independent status, and out the door on day ten.
And then she met Jennifer.
Seldom did Dr. Whetmore bother to take a personal interest, beyond
reviewing each applicant’s file before accepting them for programming,
but this file intrigued her.
Jennifer Wells, bright, extremely attractive, and with a reputation as a
real dominant “bitch”. Really putting the boys through their paces for
her favours. Promiscuous was an understatement.
Then all of a sudden she buckles down. Becomes Miss Prim and Proper, and
really hits the books. Her intelligence pays off for her and she gets B+
averages in almost everything. Wants to be a psychologist and “help the
world”. Typical dreamer.
Above average grades in everything, EXCEPT the course Dr. Whetmore
taught in Behavioural Psychology. No right or wrong answers in this
course, except the answer Dr. Whetmore wanted was always right. And
Jennifer needed this course or else she’d fail out of the university
The application had been articulate, well detailed and just about what
the doctor had figured she’d get from Jennifer. The interview was
For a young woman, suddenly “on her own”, she was very confident, and
independent. She’d learned to really cope, and to buckle down and study
between her job and classes. She was as opinionated as hell, and still
voiced her opinions even to the doctor, knowing contradicting the doctor
might just result in her not being accepted.
She “sold herself” to the doctor really making a pitch to get on the
program as a candidate, despite not knowing what the program was all
Dr. Whetmore used the usual story about “behaviour modification”,
teaching the body to respond differently to stimuli, helping improve
physical condition, alertness and concentration. The usual BS they all
Jennifer lapped it up, and offered how she’d had her brother help her
learn to concentrate so she could study better, using “Sleep Learning”.
“Hell, she doesn’t even know what hypnosis is, and she’s a second year
student.” thought the doctor.
Dr. Whetmore kept Jennifer in suspense for 3 full days, then finally
told her to report to the resident lab on October 11.
Jennifer was so excited, the doctor thought she was going to wet her
pants. If only Jennifer knew.
October 11, 1994
Jennifer Enters the Program
Promptly at 4:15, just about 5 minutes after her last class, Jennifer
reported to the doctor’s residence and laboratory. She had her satchel
with her books, so she could keep up her studies, and her small
overnight bag. She figured she could get whatever else she needed later,
once she knew the routine.
She was both excited and a bit fearful. She knew it had something to do
with behaviour, but wasn’t sure what. The doctor had said something
about helping her to concentrate better and to learn to relax.
She was greeted at the door by a young woman just a few years older than
she, who said “Oh, you must be Jennifer Wells. I’m Tanya Taylor, the
doctor’s assistant. Please come in and I’ll give you the nickel tour.
Doctor will be along around 5:00 and we’ll have dinner.”
Obediently, Jennifer followed Tanya to her room, and put her overnite
case on the bed, then followed her to the long corridor to the labs.
Jennifer was amazed at the arrays of equipment and overwhelmed by the
easy way Tanya described it and it’s use.
"This is the relaxation room. The big chair, much like a dentist’s chair
helps you to get comfortable and is warmed and textured to be very
soothing to the person sitting in it. The small hairlike wires are leads
that go to the recording equipment so we can record certain biomedical
responses to stimuli and suggestions. The arrays of lights at the end of
the room are to help you focus your attention so you can let your mind
concentrate on what’s at hand, and not wander.
You’ll probably spend some time in here each day to help you learn to
relax and concentrate better on the techniques doctor will teach you.
You’ll be amazed at how easily you can concentrate for hours and learn
your lessons so easily."
Jennifer smiled inwardly. Thanks to her brother, she had already learned
some techniques to concentrate REALLY well. Doctor Whetmore will be real
impressed with how easily Jennifer learned HER lessons.
As the tour drew to an end, they returned to her room. Somehow things
looked a bit different, but Jennifer couldn’t quite put her hand on what
was different. Then she realized her bag was missing, and asking Tanya
what had happened to it, received "Oh, don’t worry. You won’t need that
during your stay. With all the delicate equipment in the labs, we make
sure all staff and volunteers wear only natural fibres, like cotton.
Fabrics like nylon, or polyester can create static that might damage the
I’m afraid you’ll have to shower, then strip and put on the underthings
you’ll find in the drawers. Your regular evening wear is in the closet,
and daywear in the top drawer. I think you’ll find it very comfortable,
AND practical too. If you need help or anything just push the little
buzzer button there, and either I or one of the other attendants will
Slightly puzzled, Jennifer did as she was told, and went in to take her
shower. She washed up real well and really liked the scent of the
shampoo and soap. It was vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite
Towelling off with the big, soft towels supplied at the clinic, she
strode bravely out into the room. Opening the closet she was surprised
to find only jumpsuits, in different colours like soft pink, mauve, or
soft yellow, and all with some sort of design on them, or with lace at
the shoulders and across the front. They looked vaguely familiar, but
again she couldn’t quite remember what they were.
She took out some panties from the second drawer and pulled them on,
amazed at how thick and heavy they were. More like little girl panties
than something for a grown woman, and not finding a bra, decided she’d
just go without, since here breasts were quite small anyway and firm.
She pulled on the jumpsuit, and zipped up the front, from the waist but
couldn’t figure out how to do up the leg parts. They were split right
down each leg, all the way around the crotch, strangely, and she had no
idea how to do them up.
Giving up, she finally pushed the buzzer, and in a moment Tanya
“Oh, I guess I should have told you how they fasten. Here lie down and
I’ll do it for you and show you.”
Doing as she was told, she lay down on the bed, and saw the mirror above
her bed. “That’s what’s different” she thought, “I don’t remember seeing
THAT before”. and as she watched in the mirror, she saw and felt Tanya
snapping up the inside seams of the “SLEEPERS”. “Yes, that’s what
they’re called, sleepers.” she thought, “like little kids wear.”
Seeing the look on her face, Tanya said "There you go. All done up. Snug
as a bug. I hope you like your lounging jammies, or as you probably
called them a few years ago, your sleepers.
These are required, and regular night wear for all volunteers. The snaps
just make changes easier.
I hope the music isn’t too loud for you. We pipe it in to help relax the
volunteers the first few days." and only then did Jennifer notice the
music in the background.
A lullaby sort of music, coming from somewhere. “Yes, it is kind of
soothing. I’d hardly noticed it before. I kind of like it.” she said
half dreamily, and Tanya smiled and said “Ok, let’s go. Doctor’s waiting
for us in the dining hall.”
Dinner wasn’t very interesting. Jennifer found her attention wandering
constantly and the doctor had to bring her back to focus several times.
She kept droning on and on about the new things Jenny would learn, and
how easy it would be for her to concentrate. Why she might even earn an
“A” in the course if she applied herself.
Jennifer was excited by this prospect and her excitement showed as she
babbled on about how she wanted to be the “bestest” psychologist and the
“bestest” person to help the other boys and girls learn to get along.
Dr. Whetmore just smiled as she watched Jennifer babble on like an
Despite her excitement, Jennifer slept very soundly that night. Very
soundly indeed. So soundly she was barely awake when she realized she
was wetting her pants. She’d been having a strange dream, but couldn’t
quite recall it, and then woke feeling like she was in a nice warm bath,
and suddenly felt herself wetting her pants.
As she came out of her reverie, she realized that she was soaked. Not
just a little dribbling or slight “accident”. She had really soaked her
panties and her sleepers.
Groggily she got up and stripped off the wet sleepers and panties, then
washed off and finding herself real thirsty drank two glasses of nice
cool water from the special cooler in the room. She dreamily pulled on
another pair of thick panties and a nice snuggly pink sleeper with a
little bunny on it. “This is kinda cute.” she thought. “I like bunnies.
They’re soft. My special bunny sleepers.” and then dreamily snuggled
into her bed and went soundly to sleep.
October 12, 1994
Dr. Whetmore smiled as she drank her juice. “Ah, little Jenny is coming
along quite nicely. Two sets of wet panties and sleepers last night and
then very wet trainers and sleepers this morning. Quite the little
bedwetter we’ve got here now.” she thought.
She was snapped out of her soft reverie as the door opened and Jennifer
“Hi doctor. Me sleep weal good.” exclaimed Jenny as she excitedly
bounced into her chair and knocked over the glass of juice set before
“Sowwy”, Jenny pouted and thirstily drank the second big glass of juice.
“Jennifer, Tanya says you had a little accident this morning. You peed
in your panties and bed. Is that right.”
Looking like a downcast little girl, Jenny pouted a moment then said
softly “Yes doctor. Me sowwy. Couldn’t help it. Sowwy.” and the doctor
could barely stifle a giggle at Jenny’s childish action and reaction.
“Well, Jenny. I’m a bit surprised at you. Aren’t you a big girl now. In
university and nearly grow up. Who wets their bed, Jenny ??”
“Babies wet bed, doctor. Little babies in diapers wet the bed, doctor.
Sowwy.” Jenny said sadly and almost ashamed.
“Good thought the doctor. She feels ashamed of wetting her bed as a
`big’ girl. She’ll surely accept a better alternative after this
morning’s sessions.” and then she said. “Well you should be sorry. If
you do it again, we’ll have to take appropriate measures and dress you
“Yeth, doctor. Me twy weal hard.” said the chastised little girl.
Breakfast passed without incident, unless you count the messy little
girl with jam and butter all over her hands and little face, who had to
be cleaned up by Tanya, like a toddler or young child. Jenny bounced
excitedly as the doctor told her about the fun things she’d see and do
today, and Jenny was so excited she almost peed her panties, just making
a mad dash to the bathroom in the nick of time.
Calming down finally, Jenny was led to the special room. As she sat in
the big chair, like a dentist’s chair, her chest was tightly fastened to
the back, her ankles secured to the footrest and her head held gently
but firmly to the headrest. Jenny was a bit scared and seemed upset but
as Tanya spoke soothingly to her, she felt herself relax, and then the
pretty music started and little Jenny began to feel sleepy. She felt her
little eyes drift close then soon dreamed of pretty lights flashing on
and off and listening to mommy’s voice tell her what a good little girl
she was. How pretty and cute and little.
As Jenny watched the pretty lights, they seemed to fade then Jenny saw
pretty pictures. Little pictures of cute little baby girls playing and
sleeping and being cared for by their mommies.
Jenny watched intently as she saw the little baby girl wetting her
diapers. She saw the intense look of pleasure and joy on the baby girl’s
face as her diapers went from pristine white to soft, yellow and saw the
warm, yellow colour spreading across the front of the baby’s diapers.
She heard the mommy talking softly, lovingly to the baby saying “Mommy
loves her little baby. Mommy loves to change her little baby’s diapers.
You like your wet little diapers don’t you baby. And mommy knows you’re
her baby becau se you wet your little baby diapers for mommy.”
Jenny was both overjoyed for the little baby whose mommy loved her and
saddened that she was not the baby. That she couldn’t, didn’t feel the
pleasure of wetting her diapers and having mommy lovingly change her
The baby was cuddled, held, bathed, fed, loved. Jenny wanted so much to
be cuddled, held, bathed, fed and loved. It almost made her cry.
Then the lights were back and Jenny could see them twinkle pretty and
soft and warm. Pretty lights. And the soft gentle music again, lulling
her into a warm peaceful sleep.
Baby ……. happy…… nice…. Mommy love…… Mommy…… change.
Mommy feed…… mommy love wet baby .
Sweet… happy…. warm…. nice thoughts and dreams of litlte baby
Jenny being cared for and loved and babied by mommy.
Baby Jenny heard mommy’s voice soothing her and reassuring her. Telling
her she’d always be mommy’s little baby. She’d always be able to feel
and enjoy the pleasures and love and caring of her mommy as baby Jenny.
Jenny was happy now. So happy. So warm. So loved. Jenny was mommy’s
And as Jenny began to realize she was mommy’s baby she felt a warm,
tingling glow between her legs. A strange yet vaguely familiar
sensation. Pleasant, nice, desirable, making her feel tingly and nice
The sensation grew and grew in intensity and Jenny felt overwhelmed by
it. Washed in a glow of pure pleasure as she approached her orgasm,
urged on by the vibrating electrodes on her nipples and labia and just
above her clitoris.
And just as she was about to go over the edge into the consuming
pleasure of orgasm she felt the warm, demanding pressure in her bladder
and then just as suddenly felt the warm intense heat and pleasure of
emptying her bladder into her thick soft baby diapers and feeling the
grow warm and wet and so very very very nice.
All at the same time she saw the baby wetting its diapers over and over
and over and heard mommy saying over and over and over “So nice. You
love wetting your diapers. If feels so nice. Can’t stop. Don’t ever want
to stop. Happy baby. Good baby. Mommy loves her baby in wet diapers.”
and Jenny was over the edge lost in an orgasmic wash of pleasure as she
helplessly, uncontrollably and completely emptied her bladder into her
At lunch the excited, happy little child wet her panties even before she
knew she had to go peepee. Not just a dribble, or a few drops, but
totally, completely emptying her nervous excited little bladder into her
thick soft soaker panties, so that even they were overflowed and a
shameful Jenny had to admit to her mommy… no her doctor, that she’d
wet her panties like a little baby.
Shamefully Jenny was led away to her room, where Tanya put thick soft
diapers on her, and pretty printed panties. Outwardly, big girl Jenny
felt ashamed of having to wear baby diapers, but inside, deep down,
little Jenny felt secure, happy, content knowing mommy loved her little
baby Jenny in warm, wet diapers.
By the following morning Jenny no longer felt ashamed of her thick, soft
diapers. She loved them. They felt so soft and reassuring against her
bare little bottom and diaper area. She loved the smell of baby powder
and the gentle ministrations of Tanya or mommy as they spread the baby
lotion on her diaper area.
And the intense pleasure of wetting her diapers was indescribable. Jenny
was never going to stop wetting her diapers. She loved it so much. Even
poopoo was nice. It felt nice and squishy and warm, and mommy didn’t
even mind if it smelled bad. Mommy loved baby Jenny in her baby diapers
and Jenny loved mommy.