
The Candidate 

A full year since graduation. One full year since Jennifer had left the 
program, now to return to her beloved mommy. The lights continued to 
sparkle and Jennifer watched them intently. The music played softly and 
Jennifer listened intently. Jennifer voided and felt the sensations 
intently. Everything Jennifer saw, heard, felt, smelled, experienced, 
she did so intently. Except her logical, conscious, reasoning thoughts. 
These she ignored entirely, the few times once crept up from the deep 
recesses of her mind, as if to say "This isn't right". And Jennifer 
watched, listened, felt and BELIEVED intently. Her mind was being filled 
constantly with the ideas, thoughts, responses she absolutely knew were 
right for her. Lights.............pretty.............watch.......
..Music............sleepy.............listen............ 
Wet..............warm..............nice..........Mommy. 
........love...........obey. Mommy.......good.........help me. 
Jenny.........little...........need.......Jenny........ 
..little..........me....Jenny..........baby.........now... 
Me.........baby...........mommy. Over and over. A hundred or more times 
an hour these thoughts flooded Jennifer's mind constantly leaving no 
time for any other thought, or sensation or idea. Jenny's eyes stared 
intently at the pretty lights, watching their patterns over and over. 
Her eyes following each light as it blinked on, .....then off.... in a 
preprogrammed sequence, her eyes flickering from light to light so fast 
only the computer connected to the electrodes on her forehead could 
measure the minute, microsecond quick responses. Over and over her mind 
registered the slight changes in frequency of the music, and heard the 
short, quick phrases, far below the normal hearing of a person in a 
normal state of consciousness. As her bladder emptied helplessly into 
the thick diapers encasing her loins, the computer stimulated her 
pleasure centres in her brain, again connected to minute electrodes on 
her scalp, and then registered the degree of pleasure she registered 
from the action, sensations and thoughts. Hours later as Jennifer 
returned to a more normal "conscious" level of functioning, no longer 
hooked up to the computers and electrodes, sleeping in her new room, 
Jenny woke to the sodden wetness of her diapers, the comforting presence 
of her soother, and the soft, fuzzy texture of her sleepers, and heard 
the door open gently and the easily recognizable footstep of "MOMMY". 
Excitedly she began to babble "Mama, Jenny, wet, nice, love, pretty, 
baby, me." over and over as Dr. Janet Whetmore entered the room, seeing 
her little charge was now fully awake. "What an excited little girl you 
are today. You sure are wet. Let's get baby Jenny's little didees 
changed now shall we. Good girl. Mommy loves her little wet baby Jenny" 
and baby Jenny cooed and giggled and sucked the bottle of juice she was 
given by her beloved "mommy". Mommy........love...........obey. 
Mommy.......good.........help me. 
Jenny.......little.......need.......Jenny.........little....... 
....me....Jenny........baby....now "Me.........baby...........mommy" 
flashed through Jenny's mind over and over as mommy lovingly changed 
little Jenny, talking baby talk to her constantly and lovingly cleaned 
her mess and wetness off and powdered and oiled her diaper area, pinning 
thick soft diapers on her little charge. Once dressed and ready for 
breakfast, Jenny passively sat propped up in her crib, while mommy 
spoonfed her a bowl of oatmeal, with strained fruit, oatbran, and gave 
her two big bottles of baby formula. "Yes" thought Dr. Whetmore. "This 
has been the ideal candidate. But she is all mine. This one will be mine 
forever." October 5, 1994 Jennifer Jennifer knew she had to get a 
passing grade in Psych 301. Or else she'd again be expelled from another 
program. She desperately wanted to be a psychologist and help people. 
Like her brother Scott. How she admired him. And he had really helped 
her to buckle down and concentrate. Even using that sleep learning stuff 
to help her learn how to concentrate and remember everything. But this 
course just seemed to be harder than anything she'd ever tried before. 
Jennifer's dad had "cut her out of the will" until she settled down, 
after being thrown out of 5 universities in her freshman year in the 
past 4 years, and when she'd finally made it through the first year, and 
into the second, and finally into her third and final year, where she 
would graduate, he'd had that fatal heart attack before changing the 
will. Everything had gone to her step mother, barely 3 years older than 
Jennifer's 22 years, and Jennifer had been told straight out she wasn't 
welcome in her st ep mother's home any longer. The witch. Knowing her 
father had wanted her reinstated and to help her with her education now 
that she'd found her goal, and settled down to her reals studied, her 
stepmother still persisted in the notion Jennifer was just a wild girl 
and couldn't be trusted to inherit from the estate. Now, broke, alone, 
and trying her best, Jennifer was getting by, but still not getting a 
passing grade in the class she needed. When Dr. Whetmore had suggested 
Jennifer could earn extra credits, credits that would ensure at least a 
C+ grade, by volunteering for some special experiments the doctor was 
conducting in parapsychology research, Jennifer jumped at the chance. 
Making sure her dress was fresh, her makeup just right, and her wits 
about her, Jennifer had eagerly attended the inteview. She'd been a bit 
confused by the questionnaires and questions the doctor put to her, but 
the doctor seemed pleased with her answers during the interview. She'd 
been a bit embarrassed answering about her "sexual experience" and her 
"fantasies" but knew it was for research, and the doctor assured her 
everything would be strictly confidential. The files didn't even have 
names, just number s, and only Dr. Whetmore knew the correlation between 
a file number and the person the number belonged to. She was asked to 
come back after her last classes for the next two days, and did as 
instructed. When the doctor told her to sit in a big lounge type chair, 
like a dentist's chair, and told her to close her eyes and listen to the 
doctor, she was really glad Scott had helped her learn to concentrate, 
and to practise the "sleep learning" a year ago. The first evening, 
Jennifer remembered feeling a bit strange at first, then the questions, 
like on the questionnaire and during the interview, made her a bit embar 
rassed, but as they were repeated the questions her embarrassment faded 
and she felt herself easily answering all the questions. The second 
evening, though, Jennifer could hardly remember what they'd discussed, 
and was surprised to find it was so dark. She'd been a bit embarrassed 
to find she'd wet her panties and that the doctor had had to put a thick 
pad under her, and pull it up between her legs to protect the chair, but 
thankfully the doctor wasn't angry. Three days later, Jennifer was told 
by Dr. Whetmore she was selected as a candidate for the experiment. She 
was to report to the doctor's private lab and clinic on October 11, 
after her final afternoon class, and expect to stay for up to 3 weeks. 
Since the week was the end of the first semester, and the classes were 
cancelled as study week for midterm exams, Jennifer would be free to 
stay anyway. Dr. Whetmore would arrange for Jennifer to take makeup 
exams in her other 3 classes, and she would earn a minimu m C+ in Psych 
201. Jennifer was so excited she barely made it to the washroom after 
class. October 10, 1994 The Candidate is Selected Dr. Whetmore reviewed 
the file again carefully. "Tomorrow she'll be here and we start her prog
ramming." 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 responsive. 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 was unthinkable. 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 program. The application had been articulate, well detailed 
and just about what the doctor had figured she'd get from Jennifer. The 
interview was somewhat surprising. 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 about. 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 fell for. 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 equipment. 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 assist 
you." 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 
recognize it. 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 returned. "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 excited child. 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 trotted in. "Hi doctor. Me sleep weal good." exclaimed Jenny as 
she excitedly bounced into her chair and knocked over the glass of juice 
set before her. "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 accordingly. Understand." "Yeth, doctor. Me twy 
weal hard." said the chastised little girl. Breakfast passed without in
cident, 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 diapers. 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. Lights.............pretty.............watch.
........Music............sleepy.............listen............ 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 baby. 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 all over. 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 diaper. 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. October 20, 1994 The doctor smiled as she 
lovingly changed her new baby. Just 9 days and the once headstrong, 
independent young college woman was returned to helpless and complete 
infancy. Once she was in diapers, Jenny quickly lost all voluntary 
control of her bladder and within days was voiding like a young infant. 
She almost never seemed to be dry and always smiled and giggled when 
`mommy' checked her diapers. By the 14 she'd begun messing her diapers, 
even ahead of schedule, and the doctor had merely shown her the one set 
of slides of the babies messing their diapers while sleeping, playing 
and doing their baby activities. The next day baby Jenny had settled 
into the typical infant routin e of messing her diapers after every 
feeding and during her naps and sleep times. Little Jenny really seemed 
to love using her diapers as the baby she now was. She'd taken to the 
bottle naturally and easily. Almost like a newborn being weaned, only 
this baby was being trained and conditioned to take her bottle n
aturally. Just two sessions of intense hypnotic and psychic driving and 
Jenny began to drool and suckle instinctively at just the sight of a 
bottle. She suckled almost constantly and need her soother whenever she 
wasn't nursing, or else would suck her lip or her thumb contentedly. And 
now just 9 days later, little Jenny couldn't walk, talk, control her 
bladder or bowels or feed herself. She was a totally helpless dependent 
infant and loved her state and status. The day before she and Tanya had 
conducted the normal programs and test for `lingering' personality 
traits and found Jenny had completely accepted the baby needs and 
desires and traits she'd been programmed with. Even the intenses four 
hour session designed to instill deep shame and humiliation at wearing 
diapers and especially at wetting diapers like a little baby would not 
dissuade Jenny's deep seated need to wear and wet diapers. Jenny would 
always be in diapers and would always use them as a little baby . 
Despite her promiscuous past and heightened sexuality, Jenny's only 
sexual interests and pleasure were those of an infant. The oral 
stimulation of her bottle nipple or her soother. The warm wet pleasure 
of wetting her diapers and feeling the warmth against her baby diaper 
area. She delighted in her toys. The soft cuddly dollies and stuffed 
animals so typical of a young baby girl. Her world was now the sensual, 
tactile world of the infant she'd become. And now the end was nearing. 
And Dr. Whetmore couldn't stand to think about it. Tanya and the doctor 
had fought long into the night. She knew Tanya was right. Faithful 
Tanya. So bright. So strong. So intelligent. And so damned logical. If 
it hadn't been for Tanya's `little quirk' that desire to be controlled 
and dominated, it would have been Tanya in charge of the program and the 
research instead of she. After all it was Tanya that had discovered the 
regression technigue that returned the subjects into helpless, sensual 
little beings, with open almost vacuous little minds ready to be filled 
with the ideas, concepts, beliefs and habits they wanted to instill. Dr. 
Whetmore knew she was wrong. Knew it would not be right. But nonetheless 
knew this candidate was special. Very, very special. She wanted this 
little girl to herself. To be her little baby. Forever. Finally they had 
reached a compromise. Depsite her submissiveness to the doctor's will 
and demands, Tanya had stood firm, threatening to expose the doctor's 
duplicity with this one candidate, until they agreed Jenny would be 
returned to her former life, as renormalized as possible, for one full 
year. Jenny would return to her classes, with an A plus in psychology 
and be allowed to finish her courses and graduate. Then they'd see what 
she felt and wanted. Of course, like all candidates Jennifer would 
retain her love and need of diapers, and continue to wet them like a 
little baby, but in most other ways she should be a normal mature young 
woman about to graduate college. Then one year later she would return, 
compelled to come back to this special place where she was loved, cared 
for and allowed to be mommy's special little baby girl. At least this is 
what the doctor hoped as she prepared Jennifer for her final sessions. 
October 21, 1994 Jennifer felt wide awake and so intense after the 10 
days. She had learned so much. All about behaviour and training and how 
people thought and acted. She'd learned to accept herself as she was, 
and to let people see her the way she felt inside, instead of the way 
she thought others saw her. She felt a little strange about having to 
wear diapers still at her age, but then so what. It was her "thing" and 
she liked the feeling of her soft diapers, and when she wet them, "WOW" 
the pleasure was better than anything she could think of. Noone was 
going to get her out of her diapers. No sir. And besides she couldn't be 
trained or whatever anyway. That's what the doctor had said. Even after 
all the courses and training excercises they'd gone through the past 10 
days Jennifer still wet like she did when she was a little baby. Like 
she'd always done all her life, except now that she knew about such 
grown up things as `sex' and `orgasm' she got a lot more pleasure out of 
wetting her diapers than she imagined she did when she was only one or 
two years old. Sadly she bid the good doctor and Tanya goodbye and 
returned to her dormitory, with two dozen nice new diapers in her bag, 
and some pretty frilly panties to go over the diapers. She liked the 
little cotton rumba panties. They really dressed up her plain white 
waterproof panties she had to wear over her diapers so she didn't wet 
her skirt or slacks or the furniture. Jenny worked hard all that term, 
and through the summer. Taking all the summer courses would allow her to 
finish up her whole degree by next June. Then she'd be a real 
psychologist and able to help other people like her learn to accept 
themselves and learn to love their diapers, when they couldn't learn to 
stop wetting them. And graduate she did. With honors. But unfortunately 
her one degress was not enough. Jenny finally gave up on trying to be 
real psychologist like Dr. Whetmore, her hero, for now, until she could 
get back to school and get another degree and then be a real doctor like 
mommy.... no Dr. Whetmore. Jennifer took a job as a daycare centre 
worker, working with the toddlers and babies helping them to feel loved 
and secure and happy. The owners were amazed at how good she was with 
the babies and how loving and caring and gentle she was. She almost 
seemed to `talk their language' the one operator said watching Jenny 
down on the floor playing with Stack'em blocks with a cute little baby 
girl, around 9 or 10 months of age. And she was so understanding and 
kind with the older boys and girls who still had to wear diapers. The 
ones who usually were teased and shamed at being in diapers like the 
little babies. Why they just seemed to accep they weren't ready yet to 
grow up, and even the parents seemed to accept Jenny's explanations and 
began to let the youngsters be the little babies they seemed to need to 
be until they were ready to grow up. A few wet or dirty diapers and a 
bit of baby talk was a small price to pay for a healthy well adjusted 
child, and one most parents gladly paid. Of course Jenny knew somehow 
most of the mothers wanted their children to remain their cute little 
babies for as long as possible, but felt guilty about letting them be 
the babies they so dearly wanted. "Mommy loves her little baby in her 
wet baby diapers" seemed to motivate her to continue and help the 
parents to accept their child and to keep them in the warm, secure baby 
world as long as they needed. And the operators sure didn't mind. Having 
their `little charges' staying an extra two, three and four years, well 
past third or fourth grade age, in the daycare centre, where they were 
lovingly changed and fed and nurtured as the babies they were, brought a 
lot more income and revenue for the daycare operations. Despite the 
idyllic setting, surround by scores of cute, happy little babies and 
toddlers and bigger babies, Jenny was not entirely happy. Every time a 
mommy picked up her baby and took her or him home, Jenny felt a longing, 
a sadness, a void. Jenny wanted to go home with her mommy and be her 
baby, only Jenny's mommy was long gone. Jenny was a big girl now and 
only the baby pleasures of her warm wet diapers remained to remind her 
of the tenderer, softer, gentler years where baby Jenny was so happy. As 
the summer drew to a close and fall set in, Jenny felt even more and 
more lonely and needing her mommy. She'd often sit and cry after the 
last little one left the centre, and sat sniffling sucking her thumb, 
feeling so alone and sad. Even the owner's wife couldn't console Jenny 
as September drew to a close, sitting and stroking the girls hair, while 
she gently told her "It's alright Jenny. We love you. You're such a 
sweet little girl. And the babies all love you. You're one of them, it 
seems. There, ther e. Don't cry sweetheart. Your mommy loves you." but 
Jenny knew she didn't know where her mommy was, and it made her longing 
grow even stronger. October 9, 1995 "Dr. Whetmore has been cranky, 
uptight, downright bitchy all month", thought Tanya as she prepared the 
last candidate for his discharge. Packing his bag of diapers and plastic 
pants she smiled at herself remembering how he'd reacted the first time 
he wet his pants like a naughty little boy, then how easily he'd 
accepted the diapers as an alternative to wetting his pants and the 
shame and humiliation such an act would cost him. From pants wetting to 
complete infancy now only took a matter of tow or three days now, thanks 
to what they'd learned from the stange girl last year. And then their 
vaccuous little minds accepted any and all suggestions the mommy figure 
gave them in return for fulfilling their very real, demanding needs. A 
fresh diaper, a warm bottle, a loving hug and they'd do anything for the 
giver. Janet... or Julianne, or something like that. What a strange girl 
she'd been. So confident. So self assured.... and then such a complete 
and totally dependent infant. "Why you'd think the doctor wanted to be a 
real mommy or something, the way she took a liking to that strange 
girl." and then Tanya felt her diapers getting wet and warm and was 
washed in the afterglow of a glorious orgasmic pleasure as she let go 
and let it wash wave after wave of pleasure over her. The doctor paced 
her lab nervously. "Where is THAT girl." she thought. "Only two more 
days to go, and I've lost her. Not even a postcard to let me know she is 
coming. She has to come. She MUST come." And Jennifer tossed and turned 
fitfully. Sucking her thumb, almost chewing it really, as she fitfully 
dreamed of the babies in her daycare center, and felt the longing, the 
need, the compelling desire to be the one in the crib, the one inside 
the playpen, the one lovingly lying on the change table as her wet 
diapers were replaced with soft, fresh diapers she knew she'd soon wet 
again. October 11, 1995 Knock... knock... knock. A soft, almost 
tentative knock at the front door. "Now who could that be. The next 
candidate's not due until next month. Damn. Must be a salesman, 
finishing the day's rounds." thought Tanya as she strode to the door. 
"And what do you wan......" "She looks familiar. Strangely like I know 
her. Yes.. that's it. Now I remember. Jennifer. That was her name. 
Jennifer Wells. That was her name. And what was she doing here, .... and 
now." "Can I come in please, Tanya." said the girl meekly, shyly, almost 
childlike. She seemed haggard, intense, like a lost little child. Tanya 
felt her heart go out to the girl. "Of course my dear. How have you 
been. Doctor has missed you you know. You were always `special' to her. 
Come in. I'll tell doctor you're here." Janet almost ran to the hallway 
entrance to see her beloved little Jenny. Seeing the haggard, almost 
despondent little girl standing in front of her, her heart stopped. 
"What have I done ? Is this the result of my programming ? Is this what 
happens to the happy little babies who leave here ?" she thought, but 
then felt joy and reassurance as she saw the big smile break over 
Jennifer's face and heard "Mommy me comed home. Can me stay wif you now 
?" in the childish, tremolo that she recognized from a full year ago. 
"Of course dear. Come into your room. Mommy will take care of you." and 
lovingly the doctor led little Jenny to her very own special room. A 
cute, little girls room, complete with full sized crib, nice changing 
table, shelves of soft, thick diapers and frilly little rumba panties. 
Closets full of soft, pretty little dresses and bonnets and sleepers for 
little Jenny to wear. Shelf after shelf of soft, plush stuffed toys and 
cute, soft dollies for Jenny to play with. Jenny was home. October 15, 
1995 The doctor smiled as she watched Jenny's reactions on the monitors 
and the guages. "The final session" she thought. "From now on Jenny will 
always be my little baby girl. Forever my sweet, adorable needing little 
baby girl. The headstrong adult is gone forever, replaced by the sweet, 
innocent, newborn baby girl I love and want." Jenny's mind was now a 
thirsty, longing, demanding sponge. Soaking up the barely heard, or even 
understood words and phrases that were being forever imprinted on the 
very core of her identity. The words and phrases that were forever 
turning her into a helpless, sweet, innocent infant baby girl. A baby 
girl who knew only the soft, pretty, bright, sensual world known only to 
the infant awareness and being. The scent of powder and baby lotion and 
baby oil. The texture of soft cloth diapers. The sensations of wetting o 
or messing her diapers, knowing mommy would lovingly and gently change 
her, cooing the special soft words Jenny no longer understood, but loved 
to hear and sense. The warmth of mommy's body as she held her and fed 
her the warm sweet formula her infantile awareness craved so regularly 
now. The sound of mommy's breathing and heartbeat as she was snuggled in 
her arms, being lulled into the soft, sensual word of her infant 
existence. 
Lights.............pretty.............watch.........Music....... 
......sleepy.............listen............ 
Wet..............warm..............nice..........Mommy........love......
..... Mommy.......good.........help me. 
Jenny.........little...........need.......Jenny.........little........ 
...me....Jenny..........baby.........now... 
Me.........baby...........mommy. Jenny... little.... baby... me.... 
always. Jenny no longer understood or knew the words but they continued 
to imprint her mind with the knowlegde, the awareness and the totality 
of what and who she was and would always be. Baby Jenny happily sucked 
her soother, and felt the warm wetness in her diapers and drifted easily 
and contentedly to sleep as her mommy bent over and tucked her in and 
gently kissed her on the forehead. Janet watched the pretty lights 
intently. She listened to the words and knew they were right. She barely 
remembered the little painful prick in her back as she bent to kiss her 
adorable little Jenny goodnight, and then felt herself being lifted and 
carried to this special place. She felt her love for her little baby 
growing stronger and stronger with each passing second and knew she and 
Jenny would always be mommy and baby. Jenny.... little.... baby.... 
mine. Helpless.... needing.... me... mommy. Love you baby Jenny. Always 
mine... .always baby... my baby... My lovely little Jenny... and as 
Tanya set the program to run automatically for the rest of the night, 
knowing the drugs and the programming would soon see the once powerful 
Dr. Janet Whetmore become a doting, loving, mommy; the mommy of a 25 
year old infant baby girl, she smiled at the future that now laid ahead 
of her as the new director of the centre. The Centre for Learning and 
Behaviour Sciences, where people learned to accept themselves in the 
roles they could not deny. ^L Comment from the author of "the Candidates 
- Jennifer" Dear Reader or Listener: The story entitled "the 
Candidates", is a work of fiction, set somewhat in the future. The 
characters, locations and events outlined are purely fictional, and the 
creation of the writer. The theme and concepts outlined in the story are 
however very real, and possible. Since the Second World War, the 
superpowers, and especially the NATO countries led by the United States 
have been investigating the phenomena outlined in the story, and working 
covertly to make this possible. Perhaps not in exactly the way, or for 
the purpose of the central theme of "the Candidates - Jennifer" but for 
purposes far more potentially dangerous, evil or perverted. The United 
States has funded, either through its various "intelligence 
organizations", or using secret funds set aside for this purpose tens of 
millions of dollars conducting intensive "brainwashing" experiments 
using psychiatric patients, prisoners, and even unsuspecting student 
"volunteers" or other civilian volunteers at medical centres and post 
secondary education facilities in Canada, the USA and Europe. As a 
result of these experiments many people have been left with acute 
paranoia, schizophrenia, man ic depression, or as mindless, dependent 
shells. In its attempt to discover how the Koreans supposedly subverted 
POW's to speak out against the USA's war efforts in Korea, and to find a 
way to create the perfect assassin or agent, as depicted in the 
Manchurian Candidate movie, the NATO powers have employed hypnosis, 
hallucinogenics, subliminal programming and often combinations of all 
these and other methods to destroy peoples "free will" and reprogram a 
desired, preprogrammed set of responses to given, predetermined 
situations, cues or times. During the late 1960's and early 1970's the 
democratic powers funded and approved millions of dollars for research 
into the field of behaviour modification, in the hopes of finding the 
perfect way to change people into the compliant, obedient, servile 
beings they felt were needed to stave off the wave of communism seen as 
the "Red Threat." During this period hundreds of university age students 
in the USA, Britain and Canada were lured into "psychic improvement" and 
"sleep learning" programs where they were strategically and deliberately 
reduced to helpless infancy in the belief their infantile vulnerability 
would make them more succeptible to the ideologies and concepts the 
researchers wanted to instill with advanced brainwashing techniques and 
methods. Subliminal messaging techniques were used commonly and openly 
in piped in music and closed circuit television, instilling childish and 
childlike behaviour and needs in unsuspecting students, pressing them to 
enter the special "programs " for "help". Bedwetting became a common 
occurrence on some campuses, driving young men and women into the arms 
of the perpetrators. Many of these left these programs incapable of 
asserting themselves, or acting independently, forever reduced to 
childlike dependence. Many became completely incapable of ever being 
toilet trained and became diaper dependent adults, forever locked into 
the warm, sensual pleasures of wetting and/or messing in their diapers 
like little babies, despite the conscious awareness they should be 
capable of controlling themselves as adults. Many were driven to despair 
and suicide. While this story is written for your enjoyment and 
pleasure, the concept should be frightening. If you would like to learn 
more about these experiments, and what and how the NATO powers have 
distorted the potential good for these techniques, read Gordon Thomas' 
book, entitled "Journey into Madness". It details graphically, and 
correctly much of the plots hatched by these powers to control the minds 
of supposedly free peoples, in democratic countries. The methods used in 
the 1940's and right up to the early 1970's were for the most part 
crude, and innefficient. With advances in science, technology, and 
"behaviour modification", the ability to do this exists today, and is 
improving every month. For now, enjoy the story. It is fun to consider 
it "could happen". But remember it could. c 1992 by Big Baby World. All 
rights reserved. Published for the enjoyment of infantilists, adults who 
enjoy acting and feeling like babies. Big Baby World does not condone 
the use of real babies or children for sexual enjoyment or fulfillment 
in any manner whatsoever. 
