maggiecaps: “Method acting?” Taylor’s voice rang through the phone.“Yes, you’ve never heard of it?”
maggiecaps: “Method acting?” Taylor’s voice rang through the phone.“Yes, you’ve never heard of it?” Lindsey responded.“Isn’t that when you act out your role in everyday life, not just on stage?” Taylor answered with a question. Lindsey affirmed excitingly. “Yes! All the greats have done it. Day-Lewis did it with Lincoln, Heath Ledger with Joker. If I’m going to make it in this business, I have to model my approach off them.” Lindsey said seriously. “Sure, maybe when you get your first movie roll; but do you really need to do that for a local theater roll? Lindsey you’re playing a baby! How are you supposed to method act that? What are you going to do, start wearing diapers?” Taylor asked unconvinced. Lindsey looked down at her pants. She flexed her thighs to feel the bulk of the diaper between her legs. The waistband peeked out over her pants.“I’m not playing a baby. I’m playing as someone in pre-school, there’s a difference. I have actual lines I need to deliver; and so what if it’s a theater? Everyone starts somewhere. If I take it seriously now, I’ll be better at acting in the future.” Lindsey said, pleading her case. Taylor sighed over the phone.“You are one determined girl, I’ll tell you that. Listen I got to go, I’ll pick you up at 5 on Wednesday for the movies?” Taylor asked, Lindsey agreed then said goodbye.“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” She thought, her head turned to the side. She scooped up the blue sippy cup laying on her bedside. She brought the nipple up to her lips. “I’m going to become the biggest baby they’ve ever seen. If that’s what they want from me. That’s what they’re going to get.” She thought, she opened her mouth, but stopped moving the cup forward.“Actually…” She thought, “Wouldn’t a baby have trouble doing this?” She pondered, then immediately confirmed that was the right idea. Anything she could do more childishly, that was the goal. She let her tongue flop out of her mouth. She licked the tip of the nipple.“I… I nweed baba…” She muttered with her tongue stuck out. She let the muscles in her fingers relax. Her grip became weaker, and the nipple barely made it into the corner of her mouth. She knocked the bottle back and began sucking. Knowing that babies don’t always have the best seal around the nipple, she let part of the juice spill out the sides of lips. Dribbles leaked out of her mouth, and onto her right breast. “I need to keep drooling.” She thought. Lindsey forcibly pushed any thoughts to pull-back from this. She wanted to change her self-image to that of a baby. If she broke even an once out of character, she could jeopardize her entire acting method. She let the droll continue to spill down her shirt.“I got this.” Lindsey reassured herself, “In six months, they’ll be blow away at my performance. That’s plenty of time to get into this mindset.” She thought. The crinkling of her diaper on the bed reassured her of it.***Lindsey fully immersed herself into the lifestyle. She started with her diet. She removed every trace of food from her kitchen. Vegetables, fruit, pasta, granola, etc. In their place, she bought hundreds of jars of baby food. Anytime she was hungry, she would crawl over to her cabinet, and pop open a can. Someone her age couldn’t use silverware of course. The sensation of her fingers plunging into mush, then scraping it across her teeth became commonplace. Gone were glasses and cups. She only had bottles or sippy cups. Which were always topped off with juice the moment they were empty. She kept a bottle beside her 24/7. Her mouth quickly started to crave a rubber nipple dribbling sugary juice onto her tongue. Her tongue would squirm restlessly in her mouth until it wrapped around a tip.All this fluid intake put immense pressure on her bladder. Lindsey jumped from using the bathroom a couple times a day, to changing her sopping wet diapers every hour. She didn’t try to hold it. A little baby like her couldn’t in the first place. It became natural to let her pee flow freely. The front of her diaper was constantly warming from each accident. She mentally suppressed her brain’s ability to recognize signals from her bladder. She didn’t want to know when she was peeing. She wanted genuine accidents dribbling endlessly into her diaper. That’s what a baby like her was supposed to do anyways.Messing was difficult at first. The mental barrier of pooping your pants is hard to break. Slowly, her mind accepted the fact she only messed in her diaper. It helped that her house had turned into one big nursery. It made it feel normal to poop herself. She was in the right place for it. Of course, the main driving factor was her baby food diet. Her bowels only pushed through high fiber mush. Once she let the gates open, it was difficult for her to stop it. Her muscles slowly atrophied to a toddler-like state.Getting used to diapers was fun, but changing her recreational habits was even better. She stopped her normal routines of writing, jogging, and studying. Instead, she started playing make-believe with her toys, watching mind-numbing babyish cartoons, finger painting, or zoning out on the floor while her mind lived in her warm mushy diaper. It was non-stop pleasure sensory overload. Lindsey found it was easy to stop thinking like an adult. It was fun to let the weight of her adult mind crumble and ride a non-sensical baby wave instead. She leaned in hard to this mindset. It was the best way to get in character. If you want to become a baby, your mind needs to forget how to be an adult.It was difficult to say complex words, so she stopped trying to think about them all together. Whenever she communicated with her stuffed animals, she only used simple introductory words, or babyish grunts. She didn’t forget how to speak, but she did find it was way easier to stop articulating well. She was nurturing her laziness to extreme levels. Her brain found a faster way to communicate. Dropping to a first-grade level of speech was efficient, and surprisingly easy.“You dwink this tea mista’ Cow.” Lindsey said in the most perfect English she could. She felt a splash of drool spill from her loose lips. She stopped focusing on it immediately. Drooling was the same as breathing.Lindsey animated the Cow by picking it up, then tipping a small teacup into its mouth. She used her imagination to see a river of tea flow. It forced a natural response in her diaper. Lindsey didn’t register that her diaper started growing a deeper shade of yellow. Her mind let that sensation wander out of her conscious thought. “We’re sorry, Lindsey. Our hands are tied here.” The director said through the phone. Lindsey didn’t know what to say. Her entire world was shattered.“What you mean I no can play baby? You said I can!!” Lindsey said through seething teeth. She tried to keep her vocabulary at an adult level, but she couldn’t control the assortment of frustration and sorrow churning inside. Her mouth spoke the words instantly as she saw them in her head.“I know, and this is the worst part of my job. We’re facing sweeping budget cuts. I’m sorry. You’ll get preferential treatment during the next production!” The director said. Lindsey didn’t care. She was preparing for the role now. She didn’t want to talk to the mean man anymore. She hung up the phone.“Screw this. I’m going down there and giving them a piece of my mind.” Lindsey thought, the fuzzy baby thoughts that had lingered over her mind for months thinned with its original purpose falling through. She started toward the door, throwing on a dirty black top on from the floor.“They want to cut me? They don’t know what they’re about to get. I’m going to…” Lindsey thought, she trailed off. She looked down at her lower half. She stared at her blue printed diaper. “Oh.” She thought, “I don’t have to wear these anymore…”She subconsciously started nibbling on her lips. She hadn’t been out of diapers in months. She couldn’t remember the last time she walked into a bathroom. She felt fear consume her.“What if I…” She said, feeling herself act out a self-fulfilling prophecy, “Have an… accident…” She thought, the front of her diaper warmed as a pee leaked out of her. She tried stopping it, but her muscles were beyond helpless now. She tried crossing her legs to stem the tide. That didn’t help either.“Uh-oh…” She subconsciously whispered. She squirmed in place as the trickle in her diaper spilled into a heavy stream. She whimpered feebly to herself as she filled her diaper. Her accident landed a severe blow to her adult-mindset. Adults don’t wear diapers out the door, and they certainly don’t pee themselves as they’re doing it. And they definitely don’t start sucking their thumbs for comfort afterwards.Lindsey couldn’t stop it. She felt the lackadaisical blank-space thoughts creeping back. In that moment, she didn’t see herself as a grown woman. She wore diapers. Not just because of her wet and messy accidents, but for fun. She liked wearing diapers now. She enjoyed sucking her thumb. Lindsey liked being drooly. Her favorite show wasn’t New Girl anymore. It was Dora the Explorer. She didn’t eat a balanced diet. She shoveled baby food in her mouth via her hands, which always had dried baby food crusted on them now. She didn’t smell like strawberry and vanilla. She smelled like used diapers.Adults aren’t like that. Babies are like that.Lindsey’s brain slotted right back into place. The same place it’d been simmering in the past six months. “Was my towys?!” She squealed while her legs collapsed. Her mushy diapered butt swayed from side to side as she made her way to the playroom. Ready to pick up where she left off. Making herself the biggest baby of all time. (I hope you liked this caption! If you’re able to support me as a creator, head over to my patreon. I have tons of captions and stories just like it! Thanks for the read.) -- source link