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  1. Thought this sounded familiar: http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/55473-caught-in-diapers-at-the-tiki-bar/#comment-1213884
  2. An impressive clickbait thread title! He wasn't arrested for possession of diaper. He was arrested for breaking and entering as well as stealing.
  3. Here is the final part of the story. Merry Christmas everyone and I hope next year is better than this one. Hopefully I will be able to return to full time writing again. --- Billy awoke to a cold feeling. As he opened his eyes he saw that his mom, who was leaning over the crib and holding a bottle, had stuck her finger inside Billy’s training pants to check for wetness. “Oh, awake are we?” Billy’s mom said softly. “Yeth mommy.” Billy lisped. He jolted awake at the way his infantile voice sounded. High pitched and struggling to enunciate correctly, Billy didn’t hear his own voice, he heard the voice of an infant, almost indistinguishable from any other infant. “Well, let’s get you downstairs and you can play for a bit, sound good?” Billy’s mom asked as she lifted her boy out of the crib and placed him on his feet on the floor. The first thing Billy did as he was placed on the floor was look for the mirror. He needed to see how he looked. He waddled towards the mirror and immediately noticed that he felt very unsteady on his feet. He couldn’t seem to coordinate his legs properly but he managed to totter over to the mirror. His reflection was now like looking at a stranger. He saw none of his older self looking back at him. His features had changed so much that it was almost comical, if he hadn’t been so scared he would burst out laughing at the image in the mirror. He held out his hand in front of him and balled it into a loose fist, he just couldn’t get it through his mind that this little baby’s arm was his own. “Up we go.” Billy’s mom walked up behind him and lifted him into the air. She no longer even had to sling Billy over her hip to carry him. She could easily rest his head on her shoulder and carry him. They went downstairs and Billy was placed into a playpen that had suddenly appeared in the living room. Filled with toys and activities it was like a toddler’s paradise, for Billy it looked like a prison that he would be trapped in. It was intolerable that a teenager like himself would be trapped like this. As Billy’s mom placed him in the playpen, Billy refused to let go of her and he desperately tried to force her to let him out. “Come on, Billy.” Billy’s mom said as she tried to pry her son off of her, “Mommy has things she needs to get done!” “Don’t go, Mommy!” Billy yelled out. He wanted to stay near her, he needed her. Billy started crying. He wasn’t sure why, he was scared of being left alone by his mom and the only way he seemed able to process these emotions was to start crying loudly. He just didn’t want to be a baby, he wanted all of this to go away but the only thing he could do was cry about the situation. Billy’s mom rolled her eyes at her fussy infant and produced the pacifier again. Placing it into Billy’s mouth he started to calm down very quickly. She smiled as she watched the soother bouncing up and down slightly as her baby son sucked on it for comfort. “Now… don’t worry.” Billy’s mom said as she stroked the top of Billy’s increasingly hairless head, “I will be nearby, OK? If you need me I can get to you in a second.” With that, Billy’s mom turned around and headed towards the kitchen. Billy watched her go whilst holding on to the bars of the playpen. He had tear streaks running down his face but his crying, for the most part, had subsided. Realising he had to fill his time Billy headed over to the toy chest. He wasn’t particularly interested in playing with anything but he had to occupy his time somehow. He tottered over to the chest on his unsteady legs. Carefully lifting the lid, he glanced inside and froze. He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the one thing that Billy assumed was causing all of this. The little elf doll was sat at the top of a pile of toys and, predictably, it had a present next to it. A box that was wrapped like all the others. Billy pulled the box out and started unwrapping it. He had accepted that whatever was happening, he really had no way of stopping here. It was with an air of forlorn hopelessness that Billy pulled the paper off of the box and removed the lid. Maybe if he followed this rabbit hole of presents it would end up with him being turned back into his teenage self. Despite the resignation, Billy couldn’t help but be shocked when he pulled out a diaper. It was very clearly a baby’s diaper, pretty little patterns adorned it and it was small, even for Billy’s reduced stature. Feeling a fit of impotent frustration, Billy held the diaper above his head and threw it as far as he could. Unfortunately for Billy, now that he was so small and weak, the diaper did not travel much further than a foot away. Almost as soon as he had let go of the padding, Billy felt an intense spasm within his lower abdomen. It was very much like the pain of that morning and, just like that morning, Billy quickly felt the pain disappear and a spreading warmth throughout his crotch. Billy tried to stop the flow, he tried to clench his bladder muscles only to find they were useless, he couldn’t stop wetting himself like a helpless baby. Billy even resorted to trying to pinch himself closed, anything to stop this hopeless embarrassment. Realising that it was pointless to resist, Billy let go and felt the warm, wetness fill his training pants. Of course, the training pants were only designed for small accidents and soon the urine was running down his leg and collecting in a puddle on the floor. “Thop it!” Billy yelled around his pacifier, it tumbled from his mouth as he spoke. He heard himself mispronouncing “stop” and cringed at his regressing speech pattern, “I’m a big boy!” Billy was angry and frustrated and stomped his feet. As he did so his lack of coordination revealed itself and he fell over backwards on to his wet butt. Billy heard a squelch as the wetness of his pants and the floor combined to feel like landing in a puddle. After a moment of silence, Billy started wailing loudly. He cried and cried until his mom came hurrying into the room again. “Billy? What’s wrong? Are yo-” Billy’s mom stopped in her tracks, “It’s OK, honey.” Without missing a beat, Billy’s mom picked up her soggy son and the diaper that Billy had unsuccessfully tried to throw away. Without a word Billy was carried upstairs as he continued to cry about the unfairness of it all. He was supposed to be a big boy! Billy’s mom carried her son into his bedroom, although it might be more accurate to describe it as a nursery at this point. Billy was stood on the floor and stripped naked by his mom who worked hard to not let the soaked pants drip everywhere. Billy was still crying but he had calmed down at least a little bit. His tiny body still shook with heavy sobs as he watched his mom bag up his soiled clothes. Billy was lifted again, and this time was placed on the changing table. He was laid down on his back as his mom started cleaning him with wipes. It felt so strange to be manipulated so thoroughly by another person. Billy was now so small that his mom could basically make him do whatever she needed and he didn’t have ability to stop her. His ever decreasing strength, coordination, mental abilities and everything else was starting to make Billy feel like a prisoner in his own body. After being thoroughly wiped with baby wipes, Billy felt his legs lifted up and a soft, fluffy layer was placed beneath him. He was almost certain he knew what was happening and his suspicions were confirmed as he looked down and saw the front of the diaper pulled up between his legs. Billy had been half-expecting this to happen for a while, if he kept regressing then diapers were inevitable sooner or later. He was embarrassed to be put in them but resistance was just not an option at this stage. His pathetically small body could do very little to fight back against his mom. Besides, if he kept having these accidents, maybe a diaper would be best. Even thinking that a diaper was a good idea showed how much Billy had regressed. Once the diaper was taped on, Billy was lifted up and placed back in the crib. She had placed a shirt over Billy’s head so that all he was wearing was the shirt and the diaper. “Do you remember I told you about the Christmas party?” Billy’s mom asked the small boy, “It starts very soon, OK? How about you get some rest and I will come to get you after everyone is here.” Billy’s mom turned her back and left the room without waiting for, and apparently not expecting, a response. Stopping once on her way to turn on a baby monitor, which was clearly her way of keeping an eye on her son. Billy found his control of his body was now severely limited. The baby’s diaper which had seemed so small in his mom’s hand was huge on him and he struggled to do something as simple as rolling over. He found himself feeling exceptionally weak and even small movements took a vast effort. Billy was glad that he couldn’t see the mirror right now because he knew that the image he saw would have been awful to him. He would have been crying in the crib but his pacifier soothed him just enough to stop himself from losing control completely. After a few minutes of lying on his back in his baby bed, Billy closed his eyes and fell asleep. The last thing he remembered thinking was the forlorn hope that this was all still a dream, that by falling asleep he would hasten its end. Billy didn’t really believe that he was dreaming anymore but he didn’t have many other options whilst imprisoned in the crib. Billy had no idea how long he had been asleep but he stirred back to consciousness with a feeling he recognised as his mom checking him. He could feel a finger slip past one of the leg bands and probe his diaper, he didn’t know whether to be shocked or not that his diaper was damp. After his daytime accidents, it seemed only natural that accidents whilst asleep would start. It was another step down for Billy’s self-esteem. In the background, Billy could hear a lot of voices from downstairs. Opening his eyes, he saw his mom was dressed in a nice dress, she looked very pretty with all her make-up and jewellery on. “Hello, little guy.” Billy’s mom said with a smile. Billy tried to reply but found that he could only gurgle and babble in response. His eyes went wide in alarm, he kept trying to speak but the only sound that came out was this high-pitched, babyish babble. Billy’s mom smiled widely at Billy, presumably finding his babbling very cute. She clearly had no idea of the inner turmoil Billy was experiencing. Picking Billy up, Billy’s mom headed towards the exit to the nursery. They headed for the stairs and Billy realised he was going to be making his appearance at the party in just his shirt and a wet diaper. He felt a little embarrassed but knew that it wasn’t unusual for babies to run away the home like that. Billy felt a brief flare of hope. What if one of the guests knew something was wrong? It could be his last chance to get out of this predicament. He laid his tired head on his mom’s shoulder as she carried him down to the busy living room. What other chance did he have at this point? There was a small chance that this curse or whatever only affect him and his mom, if it affected everyone then he was hopelessly trapped. He was facing behind his mom as she pushed open the living room door. Immediately the sounds from the living room got louder and Billy could feel eyes looking his ways, even if he couldn’t see people looking he heard a few women make that “aww” sound that seems to instinctively get made when a baby enters the room. His distant hope that people would realise there was something wrong disappeared as he saw relatives and friends he had known his whole life come up and fuss over him. An old lady that Billy knew worked with his mom pinched his cheek and gave him a big kiss on the forehead. Billy was set down on the floor in front of the television where a couple of other babies were playing with some toys. A couple of them were mesmerised by the flashing lights on the Christmas tree. Billy watched his mom walk off to the other side of the room to begin socialising with some of the guests. As Billy looked around he saw a couple of his cousins that were good friends of his, they frequently all played football together. Billy tried to stand up. As he did so he felt a cramp in his tummy, it didn’t really cause pain but it caused him to wince and fall down on to his hands and knees. Billy tried to stand again but found it hard to summon up the energy. Abandoning attempts to walk, Billy started scurrying over to his two friends on his hands and knees. The two older boys, in reality the same age as Billy before the changes, were talking about video games when Billy reached them. Without having a better way to communicate, Billy pulled on one of the boy’s pants legs as he tried to get their attention. As the older boy turned around and looked down, Billy raised his arms up as if asking to be picked up. He was desperate that someone would recognise him, recognise that something was really wrong. If anyone would do so, surely it would be his two best friends. “Hey Steve, I think that kid likes you!” Phil, the other friend, said with a laugh as they both looked down at Billy. “Shut up!” Steve replied before rounding on the baby at his feet, “Hey kid… Go away. Go play with the other little brats.” Steve pulled his leg away from Billy who had been trying to use it to stabilise himself and stand up. When the leg was moved away, Billy fell back on to his wet bottom and blinked a few times as his former friends walked away to get away from him. He had tears in his eyes at being ignored by the people closest to him but understood their reaction. He wasn’t Billy the teenager anymore, he was some dumb baby. If the roles had been reversed, Billy would have had the same reaction to either of his friends. It hurt, but he understood. When he landed on his butt, he felt another sudden build in the pressure in his tummy. He tried to ignore it as, after a minute or so, the pressure passed again. Billy turned back to where the babies were all sitting and shivered when he realised he was just one of them now. A nuisance to people his former age, a burden on the adults trying to enjoy themselves, he was meant to just go and play with the babies and cause as little trouble as possible. Getting on to his hands and knees again, Billy started slowly crawling back towards the other babies when something suddenly caught his eye. “ELF!” Billy tried to shout. Though all that came out was another stream of mindless babble. The little elf figure was sitting in the middle of the room. It looked the same as ever but had one vital difference, it had no present with it. It was sitting there alone on the floor. Billy quickly crawled over to it. He started yelling, he was hurling all sorts of names at the elf but it didn’t matter since no one could understand what he was trying to say. “Aww look, baby Billy is trying to make a new friend!” Billy heard one of the adults say. He was aware that he suddenly had the attention of most of the room on him. “Reverse this!” Billy yelled when he reached the elf, “Please! Change me back!” To the adults it sounded like excited infantile gibberish, to Billy it was a desperate plea for mercy. Billy knew he had a lot of eyes on him but he didn’t care. The elf was without its usual present. That had to mean something didn’t it? Maybe this was the end of his infantile humiliation. The elf sat there. It seemed completely ambivalent to Billy’s suffering. The elf’s little smile infuriated Billy who just wanted to know why this was happening. Billy reached forward in anger trying to grab it. As soon as his hand got within a few inches of the elf, Billy felt a huge cramp in his tummy. A cramp that made it clear what was about to happen. Managing to stand up, Billy looked around for his mom but found only a sea of faces, some he recognised, staring at him. He winced as the cramps hit again. “Uh oh, looks like someone is going to make a little Christmas present for their mommy!” Said an uncle that Billy recognised. Billy went bright red as he looked around at the dozens of faces watching him as he desperately tried to keep control of himself. Billy wondered why none of the adults helped him. He needed to get to a toilet and he needed to get there right now. It was only then that he realised he was expected to use his diaper; the adults didn’t care about his embarrassment. It made sense, babies use their diapers without caring, why should the adults think Billy was any different? Another cramp hit Billy, this time it was enough to make Billy realise that the time had come. He bent down slightly and stuck his butt out behind him. His face went red partly from the effort and partly from the humiliation of having to do this whilst the whole room watched. Billy pushed down with his tummy muscles and was rewarded with a muffled fart followed by a solid log of poop pushing out of his body and into the snugly secured diaper. Billy held his breath and pushed a little more to force the log out entirely. It dropped into the seat of the diaper and nestled there in the folds of the diaper. “Aww.” Billy heard the crowd of watching people making noises like they were watching the cutest thing ever. Billy felt like an animal at a zoo, he would have been angry but he was very distracted by his increasingly full diaper. Grunting, Billy pushed some more and found some smaller and softer lumps start entering his diaper. These passed more easily even though there was more of them. Billy felt them pushing the back of his diaper out and pushing throughout his diaper as the new contents searched for room in the disposable underwear. “I think someone better get Billy’s mommy.” Came a voice from the back of the room. Billy pushed one last time to completely soil himself and, for his effort, got a few final lumps. They stuck to Billy’s skin in a very unpleasant way. There was silence for a couple of seconds before Billy lost balance on his unsteady legs and fell to the floor. He felt the sticky, smelly mess in his nappy spread everywhere as he landed in a squish. The shock of the fall seemed to cause his bladder release as well, with no effort on his part he finished using his diaper up to its absolute limit. Looking around at the faces, the humiliated boy began loudly crying. He turned back around to the elf that was still sitting on the floor. Crawling towards it he tearfully begged to be spared any more humiliation, whatever he had done to cause this, he just wanted a second chance. He wanted to be a teenager again. As he crawled towards the elf he felt his heavy diaper weighed down by gravity. The contents sloshed around as he awkwardly crawled towards the elf. Suddenly the room started spinning. Billy felt himself getting extremely tired and has his heavy eyelids began to close he was almost certain he saw the smiling face of the elf wink at him. Billy fell into a deep blackness. It felt like it was deeper than a deep sleep, a dreamless blackness that Billy seemed to fall into. --- Billy jerked awake. The cold air chilling his skin was contrasted with the sweat that covered his bed. It took a few moments for his breathing to come under control. He had been having such a powerful dream and yet, oddly, he couldn’t remember anything about it except a strange feeling of dread. The only thing he could picture was a face, a little smiling face but even the details on that were vague at best. As Billy regained his composure he noticed something odd. A little elf figure was sitting on his shelf. Billy had never seen this elf before and how it had been placed in his room whilst he was asleep was a mystery. Something about this elf drew Billy’s attention, it might have had something to do with the present that was sat next to it. A gift that seemed placed for Billy to open. Billy climbed out of bed and walked over to the shelf. He reached for the present and, despite a sudden and intense feeling of dread, Billy opened the lid. He was very surprised to find a baby’s pacifier in the box. As he held it up and looked at it he had an intense feeling of déjà vu. He shook his head, threw the pacifier in the trash can and headed downstairs.
  4. Sorry, no pictures of minors. Picture removed... If you want to see what the packaging looks like use google.
  5. Twitch and Youtube is how I spend most of my time. I watch Northernlion too, he is very funny. I also love Vinesauce... Beyond them I have a bunch of people I watch on both sites.
  6. A lot of node problems tonight, couldn't stay connected for more than a very little bit.
  7. Don't worry about it. I was the one who brought it up. Just thought we should use this thread to discuss the story now I'm glad you found it funny! I wanted to make it look like it was going to be a standard public messing scene and then change it at the last minute, hopefully surprised a few people with where it ended up
  8. With all due respect to everyone here can we stop the politics talk. I appreciate everyone's concern and advice and it is something that deeply troubles me (as the pills I now take can attest to) but I would prefer to try and not think about it and just see what happens for the moment. Once again I appreciate everyone's input and I know I haven't given you much to talk about recently but now I have a big 4,500 word update that completes the current chapter! Very happy to post this and I hope conversation in the future can be about the story. If anyone has a burning need to talk to me about anything political I would prefer it in PM and let this thread stay about the story now Let me know what you think and where you think things go from here. I can't promise quick updates, my muse is very much on and off recently with everything happening but I do enjoy this story as much now as I did when I started it. --- The rumbling in his tummy made him want to head towards the bathroom more than anything. He could see the signs for the bathroom, it felt like the most natural thing in the world would be to step outside the shop and just use the toilet. Nick took one step towards the exit of the shop, his body overriding his brain, going to the bathroom and asking for forgiveness later would surely be preferable to the alternative. “Nicky? Get over here, what do you think of these pens?” Came Sarah’s voice from amongst the tightly packed shelves. Nick stopped in his tracks. Despite his own wishes to head to the bathroom, he obediently turned back around and walked into the shop where he found Sarah staring at a shelf with dozens of different pens. “What do you think, Nicky?” Sarah asked again as she looked at the near identical pens, “Which do you think would be the best for work?” “I don’t know…” Nick said quickly and distractedly. Nick could barely believe that with his problems right now that Sarah was just worried about some stupid stationary. “Something the matter?” Sarah asked. She picked up two different pens and began reading the packages. “I… Well…” Nick looked around to make sure no one else was in earshot. “You know what? I think I’ll get both!” Sarah said as she started walking away from Nick. It was very clear she wasn’t really listening to Nick, or indeed, paying much attention to him at all. Sarah walked to the counter and paid for the two rather fancy looking fountain pens whilst Nick followed her. When they got near the cashier there were a few other people around so Nick was forced to keep quiet about his problem. It didn’t seem too bad at the moment. Nick felt the occasional tummy grumble but there was no desperate and immediate need for the bathroom. He was hopeful that he would be able to hold it until they got home again, if he was going to disgrace himself by filling his pants he would much rather do it in the privacy of his own home. Having all these people in the shopping centre witness his humiliation sent shivers up Nick’s spine. When they left the shop Sarah started slowly walking deeper into the shopping centre. With her husband in tow, she slowly sauntered around from shop to shop. She glanced in all the windows and looked at everything that was for sale. Nick soon realised she was in no hurry to finish the shopping trip. He wondered whether she knew he was due a messy nappy soon and was trying to make sure it happened here, or if she was just enjoying her shopping trip. Was Nick paranoid to believe his wife wanted to embarrass him? Like a special kind of torture, after ten minutes of wandering around the shops Nick spotted the entrance to the bathrooms. They walked past it, passing within just a few feet of the entrance. The pressure was slowly building within Nick and he decided it would be better to ask his wife now than leave it till it was possibly too late. “Mo-” Nick started to say loudly before realising what he was saying. He quickly closed the distance to his wife and stopped her before quietly saying, “Mommy?” “Yes Nicky?” Sarah replied as she shrugged her husband’s hand off of her shoulder. “I kind of… Well, sooner or later I will need to…” Nick was finding it hard to get the words out. “Spit it out, Nicky.” Sarah said with exasperation. “I haven’t pooped today…” Nick whispered. He blushed as he spoke, “The bathrooms are just over there maybe I could quickly use one?” “You are wearing a nappy.” Sarah replied nonchalantly. She didn’t even try to keep her voice down, “Why would you need the bathroom?” “But… In public?” Nick asked terrified. “You don’t think you can hold it until we get home?” Sarah asked. “I don’t know, Mommy.” Nick shamefully replied. He was feeling a slight pressure building but it still seemed like there would be plenty of time before a major accident occurred. “OK then.” Sarah replied shortly, “As a special treat, since I want to shop and not go home early because of your lack of control. I’ll take you to the bathroom.” Sarah grabbed Nick by the hand and started pulling him towards the bathrooms. The women’s entrance was right next to the men’s and when Nick was pulled past the male entrance his eyes flew wide open. Sarah was trying to take him to the female restroom! “Whoa! Stop!” Nick dug his heels in and stopped just as his wife was about to head into the female bathrooms. “What?” Sarah asked innocently, “You need the bathroom right?” “I can’t go in the women’s toilets!” Nick hissed as he pulled his wife away from the bathrooms and back into the middle of the concourse. Nick was aware that some people nearby were watching the pair of them and their odd behaviour. “Nicky, we have seen time and time again that I can’t trust you to go to the bathroom by yourself.” Sarah said. Sarah knew what she was doing, she knew that Nick would never allow himself to be dragged into the women’s bathroom. Sarah knew that her husband would have to stay with her if she didn’t allow him to use the bathroom and, most importantly, she knew that there was a big chance of her husband fouling himself. It had never been Sarah’s intention to make her husband have a messy accident in the shops, but she had always been aware that it was a possibility. By pretending to give Nick a choice that she knew he couldn’t take it would make her husband so much more uncomfortable. Sarah had to admit that she was feeling a little turned on just imagining her husband’s dilemma. He was looking at her like she held all the power in the world, he was silently begging for mercy that Sarah would never give. “OK… Fine. I can hold it till we get to private.” Nick said with determination. There was no way he would allow himself to be taken into the women’s bathroom by his wife. He was pretty sure he would end up getting arrested for doing that, maybe his wife would claim he was disabled or something. He shuddered just considering the horrible possibilities. “Are you sure?” Sarah asked. She made sure to sound sceptical of her husband’s ability to stop himself from messing like a hopeless toddler. “Yes. I’m fine. Let’s get the shopping done.” Nick affirmed as he waited for Sarah to commence shopping again. Sarah slowly turned and continued her window shopping, occasionally she would stop to take a longer look at something and she seemed to be in no hurry at all, nor would she let Nick have any hint of when they would be heading home. Nick was becoming increasingly desperate. What was initially just a slightly full feeling in his tummy was quickly becoming a much bigger problem. Cramps started to roll over Nick in waves, they were only weak cramps and Nick was still able to hold off quite easily but he knew that there was a countdown happening and when it hit zero he definitely wanted to be out of the public eye. Nick was getting frustrated with Sarah’s slow movements. This had to be deliberate, Nick thought, she must know that she was pushing him to the limit. The thought was always there, in the back of his mind, that he could break away from Sarah and hurry to the bathroom. There would be repercussions but would any punishment be worse than the public humiliation that seemed more and more likely? Nick wasn’t sure. He just trooped after his wife following her impatiently like a child that wanted to go home. Sarah stopped outside a rather large shoe shop and, after a moment of thinking, stepped inside. Nick audibly groaned as his wife entered the footwear store, he knew that his wife would not be in and out of this shop quickly. “Ooh, what do you think about these shoes? I Could wear them for special occasions!” Sarah asked holding out yet another pair of shoes for Nick to look at. For Sarah, shoe shops were like a treasure chest and she wanted to examine as much as possible. “They are great. Buy them and let’s go.” Nick responded impatiently. They had been in the shop for fifteen minutes and this was the fourth pair of shoes Sarah was showing Nick. To Nick they were basically all indistinguishable from each other. “You need to cheer up.” Sarah said with a thin-lipped smile, “I’m sure you wouldn’t like a spanking right here in this shop, would you?” Nick held his tongue as his wife continued to look through the various shoes. By now the pressure in Nick’s gut had been building and instead of the occasional feeling that he needed the bathroom, it was a constant need. He knew that his wife knew that after all this time he would be struggling a little bit, the fact that she continued to take her time was what was building the frustration for Nick. Sarah walked off to the counter and left Nick near the exit of the shop whilst she bought a pair of shoes that Nick was almost certain she would never wear. He just stood still and did his best to distract himself from the uncomfortable feeling that was wracking his body. He looked around the shop and, seeing that he was alone, let out a little bit of a gas in an effort to reduce his discomfort. It worked, at least for the moment Nick found himself buying some more time. As Nick tried to distract himself he felt his nappy warm a little bit. It took him a couple of seconds to even realise it was happening, his bladder emptied itself into the nappy and the padding eagerly absorbed everything. Nick didn’t attempt to slow or halt the stream, he just let it happen freely, perhaps if his bowels hadn’t been aching he would have worried at the fact that he had wet himself with next to no warning. Nick found himself daydreaming as he waited for Sarah to get done at the counter. As the delightfully warm sensations in his nappy hugged his crotch he thought back to the previous day and his time with George. For some reason, Nick had found George entering his thoughts whenever his brain was idle for a few seconds. He remembered the nappy rubbing and the closeness and was rather alarmed to feel himself stirring within his nappy. As Nick’s eyes flew wide open he tried to wrench his mind back to the present. His wife was on her way back towards the exit with her new shoes and the last thing Nick wanted in this situation was a tenting nappy. “I think we should get some lunch.” Sarah stated as she walked out of the shop. “Really?” Nick asked with exasperation. Being brought back to the present and his current predicament saw his briefly excited penis shrink back towards it’s normal state, “Come on, you know my, erm, problem… Can’t we have lunch at home?” “Nicky, I think it would be nice to have a meal together.” Sarah said, “We can go to that burger place you like. Get a quick meal and then we can go home, I promise.” Nick’s tummy cramped up suddenly, a reminder from his bowels that sooner or later they would need to do their business. “OK… OK. Fine, whatever. Can I get a seat whilst you order?” Nick hoped that sitting down might help with the pressure that was now forcing him to clench to avoid an accident. “Sure.” Sarah said with a smile. The burger shop that Sarah referenced was just across the walkway from where they were and within just a few seconds they had pushed through the crowd of people and to the open seating outside the fast food restaurant. It was very busy but there was a table available that Nick quickly sat down at to save it for himself and Sarah. As Sarah walked off to the counter Nick sat down and looked around anxiously. The rumbling deep in his bowels told him that things were fast reaching critical, Nick even started rocking back and forth slightly in his seat in an attempt to distract himself and soothe his tummy. He already noticed his nappy was particularly heavy since the wetting in the shoe shop, he had real concerns about leaking. The fact that his changing supplies were in a bag on his back was doing nothing to alleviate these fears. Nick watched Sarah join a queue for the food and silently pleaded for her to get to the counter faster, it seemed like as soon as Sarah stood in line everyone started going at half speed. He didn’t take his eyes off of his wife and tried to ignore the pain in his tummy as he focused all of his attention on Sarah. Nick’s leg wouldn’t stop shaking, a mixture of pain and restlessness as his brain repeatedly told him that he needed to get to a bathroom right away. He knew the shopping centre’s bathroom was close by, if he ran he could make it. Every fibre of his body was demanding that he try, that he just get up and go. But Nick thought about what would happen next and he stayed where he was. He didn’t want to test Sarah’s threats about a public spanking or something worse, he just had to hold it, there was no other option. When Sarah finally reached the counter and made her order, Nick found his eyes drifting away from his wife. He turned around and stared at the sign for the bathroom, it was just visible from where he was sitting although it was constantly obstructed by the large crowds that were milling around. It was very busy in the centre today and now that it had hit lunchtime there was more people than ever. Nick always hated crowds, any more than a few people and Nick started feeling uncomfortable. When he combined the crowds with his digestive discomfort it equalled a really bad time for Nick. “Here we go.” Whilst Nick had been looking out at the crowds and the bathroom, Sarah had finally returned with food. “At last.” Nick said bitterly. Any good mood he may have felt had rapidly been eroded by his need for the bathroom. Sarah ignored her cranky husband and put the tray down. She offloaded her big burger and fries next to her seat leaving Nick’s food on the tray which she pushed towards her husband. “Sarah… Can’t we just eat this food in the car on the way home?” Nick asked as he looked at the unappealing food in front of him. He barely even registered that the food he was given was a kid’s meal with small portions and presented in a colourful box. “No.” Sarah replied shortly as she sat down, “I want a nice meal. I don’t want to have to try and eat whilst driving and end up with a ruined meal.” Nick huffed and puffed a bit as the discomfort in his gut cranked up another couple of notches. Despite his ill feelings, Nick unpackaged his food and started eating it in a hurry. He realised that if he wanted to get out of this horrible predicament, the only way he could really do it was to finish his meal no matter how uncomfortable he felt. He started eating as fast as he could even if it was the last thing he wanted to do. Sarah ate at a much more sedate pace and smiled when she saw her husband hurriedly shove as much food into his mouth as he could. “Slow down, Nicky.” Sarah advised, “We aren’t going anywhere until I’m done.” Nick finished his food long before Sarah did, he even drained his drink very quickly before sitting still to stare at Sarah. His tummy was in all sorts of trouble now but Sarah was clearly in no rush to finish her meal. Minute after minute, Nick sat in his chair and stared at his wife as she slowly ate her meal. He couldn’t tell if Sarah was eating slower than normal or if Nick’s desperate need for the bathroom was just making it seem like it was taking longer than usual. Either way, the conversation was very one-sided as Sarah talked and Nick impatiently listened about inanity of Sarah’s day. “OK, I think we are done.” Sarah eventually said as she threw the remnants of the meal on to the tray. “We can go home?” Nick asked. A flame of hope lit within him at the possibility of being taken out of this situation. “I think so.” Sarah said with a smile, “Unless there is anywhere you want to go…” “No!” Nick said quickly and a little louder than he wanted which promoted Sarah to giggle. “How’s the nappy?” Sarah asked. She made no attempt to keep her voice down. “It’s fine.” Nick said shortly. He looked around to make sure no one heard. “Wet?” Sarah continued her questioning as she stood up and tipped the rubbish on her tray into the bin. “A little bit…” Nick admitted with a blush, “Can we just go?” Sarah nodded her approval and they started walking through the huge crowd back towards the parking garage. Every step was a struggle for Nick. He was having to consciously clench his muscles to stop what was now an inevitable accident. There was no way he would make it all the way home now; the only question was whether he would make it back to the car. Nick looked around at the staggering number of people walking around the shopping centre, he couldn’t believe he would have an accident in front of all of them. His resolve to at least reach the relative privacy of his car strengthened. Finally, the elevator was in sight. The safe haven of the car was just a few minutes away, all Nick had to do was hold on. It was looking increasingly unlikely he could do it as his body had started screaming for release. Nick looked around for some hope but there wasn’t any, all he could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other and slowly make his way to the elevator that felt like a safe haven for him. With every step Nick felt his control tested to its limit. He was at the point that was becoming depressingly familiar to him, the clenching, the stilted walking and the desperate attempts to keep his nappy clean. He even moved his hand over his butt a couple of times like a toddler struggling with potty training. “Hurry up!” Called Sarah. She had ended up significantly further ahead of her husband as he had slowed down in an attempt to keep himself from messing. Sarah checked her watch in an exaggerated fashion to try and hurry her husband up. She knew that he was struggling but he was so close to making it, she couldn’t believe that he would fail this close to his goal. She really had little appreciation for her husband’s position but watching him clearly struggle excited her, not in an evil way, but the look of desperation that Nick had. Watching Nick slowly stagger along with the pained look on his face as he tried to desperately hold on was like an aphrodisiac to Sarah. Slowly the elevators got closer and closer. Nick was just a few steps away but the pressure was nearly intolerable, he knew people were looking at him for how odd he was acting. There was nothing he could do to help that though, all he could do was try to prevent himself from embarrassing himself further. One step away from the elevator, a huge cramp hit Nick. It felt like his entire digestive system was twisting and squeezing in an attempt to get Nick to relinquish control and yet somehow Nick held on. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. By some miracle, Nick managed to get past the cramping. He was able to carry on and enter the elevator with his wife. A near unstoppable pressure was placed on his desperate sphincter but somehow, Nick was able to hold on. The doors to the elevator closed and Nick let out a deep sigh of relief. He could have almost cried from joy. He had made it! In a weird twist of fate, it seemed like as soon as he was out of the public eye it was a lot easier for Nick to hold on to his bowel control. With the pressure off of him he seemed to regain his composure a little bit. It was short lived respite. The elevator started travelling upwards and the jolt coupled with Nick’s slight relaxing suddenly brought the problems back and made them much worse. Almost as soon as the elevator started, it stopped again and the doors opened to let in a couple of very loud women who were laughing away at their own jokes, the kind of obnoxiously loud person that Nick hated. The doors closed, enclosing the loud women in the small space with Nick and Sarah. Their incessant loud voices and screeching laughs were really annoying Nick as the elevator lurched further upwards towards the car park. He even looked to the side at Sarah who was gritting her teeth and staring at the back of the women’s heads, she was clearly very annoyed with the annoying noise as well. “And then I said to her…” Started the larger woman who was telling what was apparently a hugely entertaining story, “I said, you can’t say that to her, he is her brother!” With this seemingly nonsensical line both women doubled over and shrieked loudly as they laughed like it was the funniest joke either of them had ever heard. The noise in the elevator was unbelievable and it was as if both of them were just completely ignoring the fact that they weren’t alone. Nick’s thin patience ran out as soon as he saw one of the women bend over to get something out of her bag. She rather roughly bumped into Sarah and knocked her into the corner. Instead of apologising, the loud woman didn’t even glance around, she just carried on talking loudly as Sarah was forced into back into the corner of the elevator. Nick felt a surge of anger. Without giving it a second thought, Nick gave up the long struggle. As the women started launching into another loud and “funny” story in the small confines of the elevator Nick went from clenching to pushing. He closed his eyes and bent his legs slightly to give himself a better position and heard a very loud fart escape his body giving his padded rear a strangely heated effect. The slightly muffled sound finally brought silence to the elevator as the two women suddenly fell silent and turned to face Nick in shock at the sudden sound. Nick had his eyes closed and he squatted a little as he pushed and immediately felt his nappy starting to fill. Nick smiled slightly as he pushed out the mushy poop that had been clogging up his insides since just after they had arrived. With no shame he released his aching bowels and did his best to complete empty himself into the tightly taped nappy. Nick’s smile wasn’t just because he was finally able to finally rid his body of what he had been struggling to contain for so long though. His smile was brought about by some sort of malicious satisfaction that he was making the day worse for these two obnoxious women. “Oh my God…” The smaller woman said as she covered her mouth. She couldn’t look away from the grown man who was obviously pooping in his pants like a toddler. The women stared in open mouthed shock as the grown man in the elevator with them unashamedly filled his pants. There could be no debate as to what was happening as he grunted and squatted. Nick, with his eyes closed, couldn’t see the women staring at him but he knew he must be the centre of attention. His face went a little red from the effort and the embarrassment. He had made a rash decision to do this just to spite these other women, now he was starting to realise exactly what he was doing. As he continued to push Nick felt the back of his nappy push out as far as was possible, his trousers wouldn’t allow too much leeway and soon the soft mush of waste was forced to spread throughout the back of the padding. The silence within the elevator was deafening. The only sound was the slight crinkling and grunting of Nick interspersed with the occasional sound of broken wind as he made sure to completely empty his bowels. After the final few small lumps emerged from his body, Nick slowly straightened up and opened his eyes. As he did so he felt his bladder release and without a second thought he flooded the heavily used nappy. Nick almost burst out laughing when he saw the look on his fellow elevator occupants. Sarah looked shocked but not nearly as shocked as the two loud women who made no effort to hide their surprise. Nick’s spur of the moment decision to shock the women into silence had more than succeeded and now he started to feel really self-conscious. There was silence as even the two women, previously very jovial and not making any attempt to keep their voices down, were left speechless. Nick looked at the ground. He felt unable to maintain eye contact after doing such an infantile act in front of complete strangers. He felt a shiver down his spine as he realised how much like a toddler he had acted. To be annoyed by someone and deciding that the best way to get back at them would be to create a big stink… Literally! The smell of Nick’s freshly soiled nappy was starting to intrude on the tight space and when the elevator suddenly stopped and the doors opened, the women made a quick retreat in silence. Neither of them looked away from Nick as they backed out and the doors closed sealing Nick and Sarah in the elevator alone. “Wow…” Sarah finally said as the elevator started moving upwards again. She started laughing a little as she surveyed Nick. She glanced down at his backside and the bulging seat of his pants and shook her head in disbelief. Nick blushed but couldn’t help a wry smile from creeping on to his face as his wife shook her head in disbelief. Before any more could be said the elevator shuddered to a halt again and as the doors opened Sarah and Nick both started walking to the car. Nick felt quite uncomfortable with the poop in his pants moving with every step but he was grateful to see that there was no more people between him and the car. Nick didn’t envy anyone stepping into the elevator as the doors closed, the smell would be a most unwelcome surprise to whoever was going to step into it.
  9. You probably read some of it before when I posted a preview a month ago This is part two and the third and final part will come around Christmas-ish... Maybe a bit before. Let me know what you all think I know this very innocent story is very different to what I usually write and I'm glad there are still plenty of people enjoying it! --- With a gasp, Billy suddenly sat bolt upright. It took a few moments for him to catch his breath and, just like yesterday, he could feel himself drenched in sweat. The sheets on the bed were all twisted and so were Billy’s pyjamas, he must have been twisting and turning for a while. Yet again, a nightmare had caused Billy to wake very suddenly. He could remember little about the dream he had been having but it felt like he could remember a tiny bit more than previous nights. Billy could remember a face, a close up of a face in front of a Christmas tree. That was about all he could remember though. He knew he had seen the face before too, it felt familiar and yet vague. Billy climbed out of the bed and into the chilly room again. He took a step towards the door exiting the bedroom when his foot caught something on the floor and he tripped. He fell to the floor in a heap and let out a yelp of pain. Holding his knee, Billy looked around to see what had tripped him and felt his stomach drop as he saw the elf sitting in that same pose and looking directly at him. Next to the elf, as expected was another present. Billy shook his head he didn’t believe what he was seeing. He had convinced himself that everything had been his imagination. After the teddy bear episode yesterday, he had managed to put all the weirdness down to being overly tired, that he was imagining it all. Now he was staring at yet more evidence of how real it was. Feeling compelled to open the gift, Billy climbed to his feet and took the couple of steps to reach the elf again. It was as he reached his arm out that he realised something that shocked and terrified him. His hand was smaller than he was used to, his whole arm seemed shorter. He looked at the bed, the frame of which helped gauge his height, and he covered his mouth with his hand as he realised he was now significantly shorter. Panic rose up within him like a tidal wave, there was no way this was his imagination now, there was no doubting that he was losing height. His arms were shorter, his legs were shorter, his body was smaller in every dimension. The widened shoulders that puberty was giving him had seemed to retreat back into his body. With a sudden jolt of fear, Billy pulled the waistband of his pyjama pants away from him. He looked down and gulped as he had his worst fears realised and let go of the waistband. The panic was making him want to run away now but he was compelled to open the present. Despite everything that made him want to run away and hide, Billy still found that he had to open the box. He didn’t know why he was so compelled to do this but it was like he didn’t have a say in the matter. It was like there was no decision to make, the wrapped box just had to be opened. Grabbing the box with trembling hands, Billy pulled the wrapping paper off of the top and opened the lid. He didn’t even look into the box before sticking his hand in there. Feeling a cylinder shaped object, Billy grabbed hold and pulled his hand back out of the box. He soon found himself staring at a baby’s bottle. Billy didn’t know who or what was causing this, he didn’t know how it was physically possible that he shrinking but he suddenly felt a huge burst of anger. Even if this wasn’t a prank from his mom or someone else, even if it was some cosmic force, something was messing with him and he was terrified of where it was heading. In pure frustration, Billy pulled back his fist in preparation to hit the elf doll that seemed to be mocking him. That little face that was constantly smiling at him, Billy wanted that stupid little face to feel the pain that he was feeling. He shouted into the silence of the room as his frustration and fear boiled over. He brought his fist forward with all the force he could muster when two very strange things happened. Firstly, as Billy swung his fist forwards he missed the elf. It was almost like there was some kind of force field in front of it, when his fist got close he seemed to just miss it over its tiny shoulder. In confusion he swung a second time and just missed on the other side. The elf didn’t seem to move but Billy seemed unable to get to it. Secondly, As Billy swung a second time he felt a very sudden build-up of pressure in his lower abdomen that released just as it reached a painful point. Billy felt a spreading warmth in his crotch area, a warmth that quickly started running down his legs. Horrified, Billy realised that, with no real control, he had begun wetting himself. Not a small accident either, Billy was full on flooding his pyjamas! “What’s going on?” Billy’s mom came bursting through the door having heard Billy yell a few seconds ago. The sight Billy’s mom saw upon entering the room stopped her in her tracks. Billy was standing in the middle of the room in soaking wet pyjama bottoms. A baby’s bottle was laying on its side at Billy’s feet and Billy was breathing hard like he had just been in a fight. The little elf just sat completely still and smiled it’s serene smile. “Oh dear, what happened?” Billy’s mom said as she walked into the room and crouched down next to her son. “I… The elf…” Billy was stuttering because he just didn’t know what to say or do anymore. He could feel tears threatening to overwhelm him and he tried to fight them back. He was just so scared. “Honey, you should be in your big boy pants.” Billy’s mom said encouragingly. “My… What?” Billy asked confused. He sniffed loudly as he tried to stop the tears that were misting up his eyes. “Let’s get you washed up and ready for the day.” Billy’s mom said as she stood up, “Don’t worry, honey. These things happen to growing boys.” With ease, Billy’s mom picked up her son and rested him on her hip like a mother carrying a toddler. Billy was bewildered and scared at the ease with which he was lifted up and how easily he fit in this position. He was 13-years-old; this shouldn’t be possible! As they left the room, Billy saw himself in the mirror and felt himself gasp. Any chance that the shrinking was in his head disappeared as he saw just how small he had become. He estimated he couldn’t be much taller than an average 5-year-old. He saw that his face had reverted to a soft baby’s face, his skin felt and looked so soft. Even his hair, which had been fairly long seemed to be shorter, he looked like how he looked in old photos from when he was a kid. The shock of seeing himself in the mirror was enough to make him burst into tears. “Shh, it’s OK, baby.” Billy’s mom said, “We will get you all cleaned up and then you will feel good as new.” Billy was carried into the bathroom by his mom who quickly started filling the tub with water. She put a liberal amount of bubble bath in as well and soon the water was coated with a thick layer of bubbles. “Mom.” Billy said as he forcefully tried to calm down his sobbing, “This isn’t right! I’m shrinking, I’m supposed to be 13-years-old!” “Don’t be silly!” Billy’s mom replied with a little laugh, “You are my big growing boy.” Billy’s mom pulled off Billy’s pyjama top and then pulled down his pyjama bottoms without much resistance. Billy wanted to stop her but he was so small now that he was easily overpowered. As soon as he was naked, he was lifted up and carefully placed in the hot bath water. “I’m seri-” Billy was cut off. “Now don’t you worry.” Billy’s mom interrupted him cheerfully as she took a wash cloth and started to wash her son, “All growing boys have accidents. My little man is growing up.” I wish, Billy thought dejectedly, as his mom rubbed soap into his hair. As he was washed he had time to really think about everything that was going on. Billy knew now that this wasn’t some trick being played on him, there was no way to make him physically change like that. So what was going on? There really were only a few answers. He might be dreaming, was Billy’s first thought. But if this was true then it had been an exceptionally long dream, and so realistic, normally realising you are dreaming is enough to wake you up which made Billy think this had to be more than a product of his sub-conscious. It defied all the laws and physics of the universe to be aging in reverse. Therefore, Billy reasoned, this had to be some kind of magic. Billy had never believed in magic or the supernatural. He had always liked science ever since he was a little kid… Well, ever since he was a little kid for the first time. But what else could explain an elf giving him presents and, apparently, regressing him physically. “Mom, I can wash myself.” Billy said. It was now that he realised for the first time that his voice was much higher pitched. He didn’t hear his own voice, he heard the voice of some child, a high pitched noise that almost sounded like perpetual whining. “I’m sure you can, honey.” Billy’s mom said. She didn’t seem to be taking the slightest bit of notice about her son’s protests that he didn’t need her to wash him. Billy continued to complain and argue that he was a teenager all throughout his bath but his mom always laughed it off as if it was a product of over imagination. Nothing Billy could say or do seemed to sway his mom’s perception that Billy was supposed to be some little child. Eventually, and with much embarrassment on Billy’s part, the washing was over. He climbed out of the bath and allowed his mom to wrap him in a towel. He felt panic within him but he forced himself to stay calm, he needed to try and work out what was happening and how he could stop it, panicking would not help. After his mom had finished rubbing him dry, Billy allowed his hand to be taken and the two of them walked back into Billy’s bedroom. Billy audibly gasped as they opened the door. The room had changed very subtly; the usually white walls were suddenly a baby blue. His bed had devolved into a much smaller bed in the shape of a race car. The posters on the wall had changed from his favourite football team into posters of astronauts and dinosaurs. “What’s up?” Billy’s mom asked after she heard him gasp. “My room…” Billy said as he looked up at his mom, “It’s changed!” “Changed, sweetie?” Billy’s mom asked with a confused voice. As she conversed with her son she walked over to the chest of drawers and began to look through them. “We were in here just now. The room was… It was a different colour, the bed… The posters… IT’S ALL DIFFERENT!” Billy finally yelled loudly. He stomped his feet in frustration. How could everything be changing like this without his mom noticing. Billy’s mom paused for a second and looked around the room. She had a curious look on her face as if she was really thinking about something, it was a similar look people have when they are trying to recall a memory from a long time ago. Billy felt hope flare up within him for a moment. Had his mom realised something was wrong? Was this the start of him convincing her that everything was wrong? “Looks fine to me.” Billy’s mom said with a shrug causing Billy’s brief hope to be kicked into touch, “Here we go. Here, Billy, just in case you have another little accident.” Billy’s mom held out what at first glance seemed like a regular pair of underwear, but as Billy looked at them he realised that they were much thicker than a normal pair of underpants. It suddenly clicked in Billy’s head that they were very slightly absorbent, they were the training pants that Billy remembered wearing as a young child when struggling with potty training. Preferring to wear the absorbent underwear over being completely naked, Billy stepped forward and let his mom help him step into the underwear. As his mom helped pull them up his smooth and hairless legs, Billy caught sight of himself in the mirror again. Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him but he felt like he had already shrunk a couple more inches. He was struggling to remain clam, he tried to remember what he looked like as a teenager and found his memory seemed to be faded. This was a terrifying thought, was he going to forget how old he should be? “Mom, I’m being serious. Please, help me, I’m getting smaller!” Billy said as his mom finished pulling up the underpants. “Honey, you are fine. You are my big, growing boy!” Billy’s mom wrapped him in a big hug, “You must just have had a bad dream.” “It wasn’t a dream!” Billy replied. He was frustrated but tried to keep as calm as possible, “This time yesterday I was a teenager!” “My little man has quite the imagination.” Billy’s mom chuckled. She stood up and walked back over to the drawers before returning with a shirt and some pants. Billy frowned and pouted as his mom dressed him for the day. He felt powerless to resist as he knew that his strength had abandoned him as he had got smaller. He knew he had no real way of resisting and with his new stature he was limited to his own home, he was in no condition to fight back or run away. In many ways, Billy realised that he really couldn’t do much to alter events at all. If this really was some crazy magic or a curse, then how was Billy supposed to fight it? All he could really do was hope it would stop or fix itself over time. “Let’s get you some breakfast.” Billy’s mom said cheerily. Lifting Billy on to her hip again, Billy was carried downstairs. He was not at all surprised to find a high chair set up at the dining room table. His tiny legs were fed through the holes and he sat there whilst his mom went to fetch food. He felt like he was way up in the sky, in reality he was only at table height. The sudden shrinking had done a lot to mess with Billy’s perception of size and time. He hoped it was just his perception at least. Billy hadn’t really thought about it but he really hoped the regression was just physical, if it was mental as well then it would be a hundred times worse. When Billy’s mom returned with a bowl of cereal, Billy was delighted that he was given a spoon and allowed to feed himself. He knew in the back of his mind that this was a pretty pathetic thing to get excited about but after the relentless negatives of the last day or so, any positive was something to celebrate. Billy slowly ate the sugary cereal whilst his mom bustled around him. She was still relentlessly cleaning the house. When Billy finally finished his cereal, his mom placed a sippy cup of juice on the high chair’s tray. Billy drained the juice to quench his first and just sat in the chair as he waited for his mom to release him. It was a curious mood that Billy was in. On the one hand he was obviously terrified and panicky as he considered how trapped he could be. With no rational explanation for events he was a slave to whatever was happening. It didn’t seem like anyone else could perceive what was happening to him so, for the time being at least, Billy was forced to just get on with it. On the other hand, there was a strange calmness about Billy. He knew that what was happening to him was very wrong, but there seemed to be something stopping him from just outright going crazy. Perhaps it was part of the magic or whatever was happening. Billy yawned deeply, his disturbed sleep over the last few days was catching up to him a little bit and he was honestly feeling very tired. “Still tired, sweetie?” Billy’s mom asked as she walked through the dining room and saw Billy’s yawn. Billy shook his head in denial. It was silly because he was obviously very sleepy but something wouldn’t let him admit to that fact. Like an actual overtired toddler, the last thing Billy wanted to do was admit he needed a nap. When he considered what had happened every time he had been asleep, he thought it was fair to want to stay awake. “Mmhmm.” Billy’s mom said in disbelief, “Well how about you take a little nap for me and then.” Billy didn’t respond. He knew that at this point he had little say in his own life and when the tray was pulled away from the high chair, Billy did not protest as he was picked up again and carried back upstairs. For some reason he was feeling more and more tired with every step towards his bedroom. By the time the pair of them reached Billy’s door, Billy was having a lot of trouble keeping his eyes open. Despite his overwhelming tiredness, Billy did everything he could to fight the sleepiness that seemed to be settling over his brain like a fog. The door swung open and Billy woke up immediately. He wasn’t surprised that things had changed again, but it still shocked him awake. His bedroom had transformed, almost completely. His bed had been completely replaced by a crib, no bigger than a baby’s with white metallic bars. Billy’s eyes scanned the room as his bottom lip quivered, his large desk and computer had vanished to be replaced by a short changing table stocked full of supplies of diapers, wipes and powder. It was less of a bedroom now and more of a nursery. Billy felt tears start coming down his face. His older kids toys, his games consoles, his remote control car, all of it had been replaced by toys for infants still learning things like the alphabet and numbers. Billy sniffed and felt his body shaking. Before he knew it he was crying deeply, he took big gulps of air and wailed like a cranky toddler. As he let out his emotions he heard, not an upset older child, but the high pitched wailing of a baby. The wailing of a baby who couldn’t communicate his emotions in any other way. “Oh baby, it’s OK.” Billy’s mom said. Pulling the teleporting pacifier from her pocket, Billy’s mom placed it in Billy’s mouth. Almost immediately Billy’s crying calmed down slightly. Reflexively, Billy started sucking on the soother finding a strange comfort in it. He knew that he shouldn’t, he knew that only babies were calmed from the repetitive sucking motion, but he couldn’t help but feel himself relax somewhat. Billy was gently lowered into the crib. As he watched his mom pull the side up he realised that the bars now towered over him, the whole crib was huge compared to Billy. The only explanation Billy had was that he had regressed even further. It would make sense, Billy thought, his emotions seemed a little out of control. In fact, Billy felt a little out of control in every way and that was terrifying. As Billy’s mom laid him down and tucked him in, Billy started to fall asleep almost immediately. The mobile above the bed was turned on and the sweet melody only made Billy sleepier. He felt so small, so helpless and utterly reliant on his mother as his blanket was drawn up around him. After he had closed his eyes he felt a soft fuzzy feeling against his arm and realised that his mother had placed a teddy bear against him. Almost without thinking, he wrapped an arm around it and pulled it in close to him. Before Billy’s mom had even left the room Billy was fast asleep in his crib. As snug as a bug, Billy curled up around the teddy bear which didn’t seem all that much bigger than he was.
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  11. I think most people are missing the problem that it is less what is on the hard drive that is the problem and more the fact that every website visited has to be stored by ISPs which the government can then look at if they have a desire to.
  12. It might be a bit of an over reaction since we have teachers and other people in sensitive positions all over this board who haven't faced issues. The Snoopers Charter makes it a bit different but I don't imagine that can really be used against you as a teacher unless you were to give them a reason to. ABDL isn't illegal, even with these new laws. In many interpretations of the proposed new laws a site like this wouldn't be blocked but it is of course vague enough that no one knows for certain. There is also the option to connect to sites like this one through VPNs or other alternatives that mask the connection so it wouldn't show up. Or connecting to messenger services... I know DD has a Kik group that is through an app that I'm pretty certain doesn't get traced like a website does. I can understand the concern because of your new job but I wouldn't say it is all doom and gloom. Just making sure you know options and things. This is coming from someone who since he heard the news has been very depressed and is now on Fluoxetine (Prozac)! EDIT: And no, Sharia law is completely irrelevant in this case. There is no religious context to it at all.