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  1. I've found two-thousand words to be a decent chapter length. More importantly, I'd like the reader to be able to say "This is the chapter where X happens." Feels a little more satisfying to read something that's some sort of cohesive whole rather than just an arbitrary snippet of a larger story. Sometimes that means a shorter chapter, sometimes that means a longer one.
  2. I feel like posting it here kind of commits me to continuing it, which I'm not really prepared to do. It's on other websites though.
  3. There's one I started called The Potion. About an 18 year-Old who mistakes an age regression potion his mother had been developing for an alcoholic drink. The regression effects are sort of all over the place so he's ends up in a 7 year-old body but it has more dramatic effects on his continence and emotional regulation. Don't bother looking for it, it's gone. The laptop I wrote it on bit the dust in spectacular fashion and I only ever posted it to one long-gone forum. I do regular back ups now.
  4. This is a short-short story I wrote a while back. I think it's almost completely disappeared from the Internet. So here it is again. Karen quietly open the nursery door and paused at the threshold. Like so many mornings before her son was still sleeping soundly in his crib, his teddy bear nestled tightly but gently in the crook of his arm. The mobile above him whirred silently as crossed the room. She slowly lowered the side and lifted the boy into the cradle of her arms. He stirred just long enough to secure his hold on Mr. Bear. “Good morning baby” she cooed and rocked him for a moment before setting him down on the changing table. Tommy opened his pale blue eyes and beamed up at her while she unsnapped his sleeper. “Good morning mommy.” Karen collected the necessary diapering supplies from beneath the changing table. “Did you have any good dreams?” He rubbed the sleep from his eye and nodded “Uh-huh, I dreamed we went to the zoo and saw lions, and birds, and a kangaroo...” She mentally added a few packages of Pampers to the day's shopping list. Most kids his size had started school so it was lucky they still fit him so well. Real baby diapers were a small detail but important nonetheless in maintaining equilibrium. “You must have seen a lot of fish too” she gently teased while untapeing his sodden diaper. He giggled and blushed for a moment before quickly changing topics “Can we go to the ice-cream store today?” Karen lifted him up enough to powder his bottom “It's been a long time since we've done that. If you're good we'll go.” Tommy grinned and cheered “I'm gonna get chocolate chip.” She laughed as she fasten a fresh diaper into place. “You have to have breakfast first silly bunny” She lifted him to her hip and took him downstairs to the kitchen still clutching his bear. She secured him in his highchair and tussled his curly blonde hair. He talked eagerly of his dream and the proposed trip for ice-cream while his mother puttered around the kitchen preparing a bowl of oatmeal. It was no longer practical to feed him at every meal but breakfast afforded an opportunity to maintain the spell. She sat down beside him and lifted a spoonful of oatmeal to his mouth. He ate happily, while he chatted with his mommy. “Can we go to the zoo today too?” Karen laughed and scraped the last of the oatmeal from the bowl “No honey, I don't think we'll have time for that today. You still want ice-cream don't you.” Tommy nodded excitedly. She wiped his face clean with a dish towel “Then maybe we should save the zoo for some other time.” “OK, I guess we can do that instead” he agreed while she sat his down on his own feet. “That's good boy” she playfully swatted his bottom “Now go watch cartoons while mommy gets ready.” He padded into the living room and turned on the TV, flipping through several blocked channels before finding his favorite show, Zeke the Singing Hamster. He'd seen those blocked channels long ago but could remember little of them. He could recall that it upset mommy, and nearly reversed her magic. It was from incidents like this that she had slowly learned how to keep him. He'd grown bigger but now the routine was perfected. He stretched out on the floor his his chin in his hands aimlessly waving his feet in the air behind him. As his mother came into the room a commercial caught his attention. “Mommy, how come I can't wear those” he said pointing to the Pull-Ups ad. “Now sweety, we've talked about this” She lifted him and sat down with him in her lap. “You know that would make you bigger, so big you'd big a real big boy. And if that happened you'd have to go away to school all day with no mommy or Mr. Bear.” “I couldn't even take Mr. Bear with me?” He asked wide eyed. She shook her head “Big boys don't get have those things any more.” “And you couldn't come either?” “No, big boys have to do all sorts of things all on their own. I'd have to stay home and start to become an old lady.” “Then how come all those other kids want to be big?” “I don't know baby” she said chucking him under his chin. “Now why don't we go get you ready for the day.” She felt guilty sometimes for playing on his emotions. But she knew what she'd seen in the oracle and was worth saving her boy from that fate. She dressed him in a pair of overalls with a Zeke the Hamster shirt underneath. The shirt was new, bought after Tommy decided Zeke was the best show in the world. Karen paused for a moment and tried to remember how long ago she'd bought the overalls. “It's really a good thing you know how to keep me from getting too big” “Yes it is. But you can help me a lot by being a good little boy.” “You mean holding your hand and staying in my stroller and stuff?” She knelt down to tie his shoes and looked him lovingly in the eyes “Exactly, always do what mommy says.” Tommy smiled and hugged her tightly “I love you mommy.” She lifted him into a hug “I love you too baby.” She carried him out to the car and buckled him into his car seat before putting Mr. Bear safely in his lap. And they drove away for day out together and some ice-cream. The End
  5. It probably depends on the person. In most cases, I would think that the diapers are just to deal with toileting issues and, if anything, are a drag on their emotional well-being. Finding pleasure and/or comfort in diapers is not a universal thing. Like there's a reason we all have to gather in these small communities to talk about it. It's not something most people experience.
  6. I see a lot of hearsay and click-bait articles, but not a lot of solid data that the average toilet-training age has shifted more than a year or so since disposables became the norm. A few brands have introduced larger sizes but anything larger than size 6 is still markedly less commonly available. If anything I suspect the use case for some products has shifted a bit. I certainly remember a few kids in the early grades who had very regular accidents. Maybe those kids just wear Pull-Ups these days and get counted among those "going to school in diapers."
  7. Thank you. Yeah, I knew that would stick out. When I wrote the story I just sort of wrote it chapter-by-chapter without really thinking ahead a whole lot. When I got to the end of chapter 5 introducing physical regression just sounded like a good idea so I stuck in the bit about a big surprise coming. Kind of felt like I had to make good on it, and I thought I could put my own spin on it. So I went ahead and completed it more or less the way I had intended, to the extent that I intended anything.
  8. Part 9 Half awake on a cold winter morning the huge warm crib blanket I was wrapped in was a welcome comfort. With my eyes still closed I cuddled my teddy, one arm barely making it around him. My other hand found my bottle. I'd wondered if it was empty, but it was so much larger than I remembered. I heard gentle, careful footsteps and an ecstatic gasp. I opened my eyes and saw Mommy towering above my crib beaming down at me. “Merry Christmas baby,” she said “Our wish came true.” The more my mind began to wake the more it felt like a dream. She lifted me out of the crib and quickly got me out of the PJs that had pooled around me. My diaper simply fell away. I looked down at my body, soft and small and pudgy. She held me close and laughed. “I knew it, baby,” she said holding me close “I knew you'd wish for this too.” “Mommy,” I asked hearing a small voice coming from my own mouth “What happened?” “Magic, baby,” she said squeezing me tight. “But that's impossible,” I sputtered. “But it happened,” she said. Amidst my confusion, something began to dawn on me “Did you... and Aunt Linda... From the beginning?” She shifted me around so she could look me in the eyes “It only worked because deep down, we both wanted it to. We just needed a little help to finish the job.” I just looked at her in utter disbelief. She laughed “Your mommy knows more than you thought, doesn't she?” “How long will I be this way?” “As long as we want,” she said patting my naked bottom and rocking me slightly “You're happy right?” I looked out the window. Snow fell lightly on a world that had grown so much bigger and more wondrous. I felt Mommy's warm embrace. I grinned back at her “Very happy, mommy.” “Me too, baby,” she said “More than you can ever know.” “I told you it would work,” Aunt Linda said from the doorway “He's just adorable.” “Yes, he is,” Mommy said “Thanks for all your help.” “Can I hold him for just a bit,” Aunt Linda asked. Mommy set me down “Go ahead, sweetheart. Go see your auntie.” I swayed unsteadily on my tiny legs. I was now in the body of a young toddler. I looked up, the room towered above and stretched out all around me. It may have been frightening if weren't for Mommy's encouraging smile. Aunt Linda knelt down and beckoned me to her. I took a tentative step forward. I could sense a lack of coordination, but my confidence grew as I toddled forward. With a bit of practice, this huge new world would open up to me. I couldn't help it, a little happy giggle welled up from within me as I scampered unsteadily into her waiting arms. “There we go,” she said as she scooped me up “Such a good baby.” She looked at Mommy. “What do you think about 14 months?” “Sounds about right,” she replied “We'll need to switch diaper sizes for sure.” Aunt Linda nodded. “Sarah,” she called out “Could you get a size 4 diaper please?” Sarah emerged from the hallway and gasped. “It worked,” she exclaimed. “Of course it did,” Aunt Linda replied “Now we need to get him in a diaper that fits.” “And something to wear,” Mommy said as she opened the wardrobe.” Sarah went downstairs and returned with a diaper. Aunt Linda took it and handed it, and me, back to Mommy. “Let's get you ready,” she said as she laid me down on the changing table. Without another word, she took me by the ankles and lifted my bottom quickly dusting me with a layer of baby powder before sliding the new diaper under me and setting me down. “Even easier now,” she laughed as she taped the diaper snugly closed. Then, with little effort, she had me in a pair of footed PJs decorated with little bunnies. “Feeling cozy,” she asked. I just nodded. “Ready to see what else Santa brought,” she asked. I'd almost forgotten there were presents. “Yes, Mommy,” I answered excitedly. She picked me up “Well then,” she said giving me a little bounce 'Let's go.” As we came down the stairs I could see that the collection of packages under the tree had grown into an overflowing avalanche of presents. Mommy sat me down near the tree. I stared up at the tower of shiny ornaments and twinkling lights. It wasn't just that I was smaller. My feelings were bigger, and harder to contain. I let out a giggle of delight at the sight. “I think there's something special here for you,” she said pushing a package wrapped in red paper towards me. “Go ahead and open it.” I took a clumsy grip on one corner with my pudgy hands and started tearing away the paper, barely caring to be neat as the excitement of the day overwhelmed me. Underneath was my own toy farm set. I looked up at Mommy and smiled “Did Santa really bring all this?” “Yes, baby. He did.” It was a lot to take in. We continued opening presents. I had enough toys to keep a toddler happy for a long time. I got toy trucks and blocks and even a tricycle. The last gift was a little snowsuit with matching hat and mittens. “Ready to play in the snow,” Mommy asked. A few minutes later I was dressed for morning in the snow. “What would you like to do,” Mommy asked as she led me into the front yard. “Can we make a snowman,” I asked. “Of course,” she said “You can start making the bottom. I'll get something for his arms.” I started rolling a ball of snow to make the base of our creation. In a few moments, it was almost as big as me. I struggled to move it at all. “Let me help you with that,” she said as she returned with a pair of sticks. She helped me roll it into a clear part of the yard. Together we stacked three balls of snow, I'd roll them as big as I could and she'd lift them into place. We made a face with a few rocks we found around the yard and at last we had our snowman. “So what should we do now,” Mommy asked as we admired our creation. I couldn't help myself, a fit of mischievousness took over. I tossed a small snowball toward her and it landed softly on her shoulder. “Oh you little,” she said in mock outrage “Wait til I get a hold of you.” I giggled and took off running down the hill. My legs could only carry me so fast in the snow and Mommy let me have a healthy head start as she trotted along behind me. I crouched behind a bush and pretended to hide. “Oh no, where did he go,” Mommy said feigned surprise. Another fit of giggles overcame me. “Maybe he's over here,” she said leaning over the bush. “Got you,” she said gently lofting a snowball toward me. I collapsed in laughter and she scooped me up. “Now you're gonna get it,” she said lifting me above her head. I was nearly shrieking with laughter now I felt lighter than air. She let me drop a short distance and caught me. I was in joyful hysterics. She sat me down again and trotted back up the hill. I pursued as best I could, We chased each other back and forth. Until I was completely out of breath. She picked me up and hugged me tight. “The snow is picking up again, are you ready to go inside?” “Uh-huh,” I replied simply through half-panted giggles. She nodded and started carrying me toward the house 'It's probably time for a change anyway,” she said patting my bottom. Inside Aunt Linda was busy getting the fireplace going. “You two looked like you were having fun,” she said “I thought you might want to warm up by the fire.” “That sounds lovely,” Mommy said as took off my coat and unwound my scarf. “What do you think, baby?” I nodded “That sounds nice,” I said with a yawn. “Somebody's all tuckered out after all that playing,” Mommy said “Maybe some nice warm PJs too?” I just nodded and she picked me up and carried me upstairs to the nursery. She laid me down on the changing table and stripped me of my shirt and pants. “I hope we can have more days like today,” she said as she took my ankles in one hand and lifted my rear. “Me too, Mommy,” I said while she lowered me down onto a fresh diaper and taped it snugly around me. “I love being with you.” “I love being with you too,” she said as began to dress me in a pair of fuzzy PJs. She picked me up and hugged me. “I just... love you.” I hugged her back “I love you too.” She carried me downstairs where the fire lit the living room in a flickering light. She sat down in a rocking chair and held me close. I nestled myself cozily against her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Let's just sit here for a little bit,” she said as she began to rock. I yawned again, the tiredness truly setting in. “Just rest baby,” Mommy will be here. I didn't say another word. I didn't need to. I closed my eyes and drifted off. I woke up still in her arms. I heard her humming a soft lullaby and the crackling of the fire. Outside a sheet of snow fell past the window. Inside I was cradled in a warm embrace. I didn't know how long I'd been there. I didn't know how long all of this would last. It didn't matter. What mattered was here. What mattered was now, a moment of love that stretched in all directions. The End
  9. Part 8 Mommy sat a plate of food on my highchair tray and tied a bib around my neck. I looked down at it and could make out the words “Mommy's baby” spelled out with diaper pins, rattle, bottles, and other babyish things. “It's way too late to deny,” she said as she ruffled my hair and sat down in the chair beside me. I just giggled. It was true. Being near her, being cuddled by her, just having her attention felt wonderful. I remember feeling this way when I was younger, but the last few days had really brought it back. “We've decided to go to that Christmas festival you mentioned,” Mommy said as we chatted. “Oh good,” Aunt Linda replied. “You'll have a great time,” she turned to me “And hear Santa is going to be there. Maybe you'll get a chance to tell him what you want this time.” I blushed as I remembered the incident at the mall “You don't have to pretend, Aunt Linda,” I said “I know all about Santa.” The three of them smiled at each other. “You mean you know he's going to bring you lots of presents,” Mommy said prompting laughs from the others. I just rolled my eyes. As we finished dinner Mommy quickly took a towel and wiped my face clean before letting me out of my highchair. “How about a little Christmas movie before bedtime,” Mommy asked. “Sure,” I said “What do you want to watch?” “I know just the thing,” she replied. And so we all sat down to watch Miracle on 34th Street. I didn't care much for old movies, it felt nice just to sit in Mommy's lap. It was just a bit awkward, but we'd been getting some practice and the comfy old chair was accommodating enough for the both of us. I sat with my head on her shoulder, just enjoying the moment. I yawned contentedly as the credits rolled. “Think you can stay awake long enough for a bath,” she asked. I just nodded and after a round of good-nights from Aunt Linda and Sara she led me up to the bathroom. She turned on the spigot and turned to me. “Are you ready for Christmas,” she said as she pulled the bunny sweater over my head. “I guess,” I said as she continued to help me out of my clothes. “There's so much going on I really haven't thought about it.” She coaxed me into the tub with a playful swat on the bum. “You haven't even thought about what you want?” “Well, it's all kind of changed now, I think, I answered as I sat down in the warm water. “Well I already got something I've been wanting for a long time,” she said as she soaped up a washcloth and started to scrub my back. “Yeah, I think I really wanted this too,” I said “I always tried to act grown-up, but it never really felt right, you know?” “It never felt right to me either. One day I saw a little baby just sleeping in his stroller and he looked just like you did. It just made me miss those days, and regret that they were a bit rushed,” she said as she continued to bathe me. “Let's not rush this time, Mommy,” I said. “I promise I won't,” she said while holding out a big fluffy white towel. She dried me off and wrapped me in it before leading me into the nursery. She began to hum a lullaby while she got me into my nighttime diaper and PJs. My eyes were half closed by the time she helped me into my crib. “Good night, baby boy,” she said as she set the teddy bear I'd gotten beside me and gave me a bottle. I held the bear to my chest and took the bottle “Good night, mommy.” She turned out the lights and quietly left the room, leaving the door open just a crack. I knew she'd be checking on me sometime in the middle of the night. I closed my eyes and nursed the bottle. This was something I wouldn't dream of rushing again. Later the next morning I was playing with my toys on the living room floor. “Thanks for letting me play with these toys Aunt Linda,” I said as she sat down to take a break before getting lunch ready. She chuckled “They here just for little boys and girls like you. I'm glad you like them.” I paused and looked at her curiously “You sort of knew I was kind of little didn't you.” She smiled “I've been around children all my life, I have a sense for these things. But your mommy knew too. I think that's part of the reason she came here.” “You mean because you have a lot of stuff for little kids,” I asked. “Well that's certainly a big part of it,” she replied. She took a closer look at what I was doing and changed subjects “You really like that farm set, don't you?” I blushed slightly at my childish interest being noticed again. “It's just kind of fun to play pretend again, you know,” I stammered. “There's no need to be embarrassed around your old aunt,” she smiled “Just play with the things you like.” “I know,” I said “I just didn't think I'd like this stuff so much. But it's just fun to kind of let go, you know?” She nodded “Yes, sometimes I catch one of the older kids I babysit playing with some of these toys. They try to deny it, say they were just looking at it or something, but I know better.” “I guess I'm lucky I don't have to worry about acting big anymore,” I said. “You're lucky to have a very good mommy. And I think she's lucky too,” she grinned and patted my head. With that, the oven dinged and she left to finish our lunch. After lunch, I spent a cozy afternoon watching cartoons and playing with mommy. Before long she decided it was time to visit the Christmas festival. A deep chill had set in, and snow seemed to be coming so she put a knit hat on my head and wrapped me a light blue scarf. “Do I really need to wear those,” I said as she got out a pair of mittens “That will make it kind of hard to hold things.” “These are going to keep you much warmer,” she said “Just let Mommy look after you.” I relented and she slid the mittens on. “There,” she said zipping up my coat “all set for a little walk.” She picked up the diaper bag, took my mittened hand, and called out to Aunt Linda “We'll just be out for a bit, we'll be back before dinner.” It had become truly cold now and clouds that had rolled in seemed to promise snow. A cozy smell of lit fireplaces was in the air. “Aunt Linda says they're having a Christmas carnival in the park,” Mommy said as we turned onto the sidewalk. I'd almost forgotten how close Christmas was, only a day away now. Mommy hadn't held my hand on a walk like this in some time. I asked her to stop after I decided I'd be teased if any of my friends had seen me. But she'd helped me let go of all that. My hand was still smaller than hers, and it just felt nice to have it wrapped in her protective grasp. I wondered what it would be like if she could just hold me in her arms as we walked, but I knew I was too big for that. The park was only a few blocks away. And as we neared it I could already make out the twinkling lights and hear festive music. As we approached the entrance to the park I could see rows of booths selling gifts and treats along with rides and games. Something about feeling small and being with mommy made everything feel new. I suppose I had a look of wonder on my face. Mommy patted my head “Pretty neat huh?” I looked up at her and smiled “I didn't even know this was going on.” “What do you want to do first? Maybe get some hot cocoa?” She pointed towards a small booth a short distance away. “That sounds really good,” I said. Mommy led me over to the booth and ordered two cups. The vendor spotted the mittens on my hands and turned to Mommy. “Sippy cup,” He asked her. She looked at me and smiled “Yes, I think that would be a good idea.” I watched as he ladled hot cocoa into one adult cup and one colorful disposable sippy cup. I took it and thanked him with maybe a bit of bashfulness at being singled out for the toddlerish thing. Still, I didn't mind. If anything I thought it would be nice if that sort of treatment came more naturally. Nearby was a small set of benches arrayed in front of a stage. A sign off to the side advertised a puppet show which was to start in a few minutes. “I bet we can still get tickets,” Mommy said. Some part of me was still reluctant but I saw her smile I knew I wanted to do it. Mommy bought two tickets and we went to find a seat. Most of the benches were already full, and there was only really room for one of us. “Oh no you don't,” Mommy said as she took a seat and patted her lap 'those seats are for big boys.” Awkwardly, I climbed up and sat in her lap while she wrapped her arms around me. The bench wasn't quite like a cozy chair at Aunt Linda's house and it was a moment for us to settle on a comfortable arrangement, but after a few moments, I was comfortably sitting in her lap and ready for the show to start. I looked around at the toddlers and preschoolers naturally sitting so comfortably in their parents' arms. I loved being this close to Mommy, and I wondered what it would be like for it to be that much easier, to be taken up completely in her embrace. The puppet show was clearly for very small children, but I enjoyed it all the same. The show ended with a song. As the parents in the audience began swaying around with their little ones to the music I was caught off guard a bit when mommy started doing the same. This made our seating situation even more awkward and we laughed as I tumbled a bit out of her lap. It was a fun moment but I found myself wishing again that we could have made it work. After the show, we walked down the path a bit. Things were starting to wrap up as booths closed and people hurried back to have their Christmas Eve dinners. In the middle of everything, Santa was seeing his last visitors. “One last chance,” Mommy said. I hesitated but somehow it just seemed right. As the last child hopped off his lap Mommy walked me up to his big red chair. As we got closer I could tell that this Santa was different than the one at the mall. His eyes twinkled at me. It was almost like he'd been expecting me. The helper elf helped me up into his lap. “So what do you want, little boy,” he asked in a gentle baritone. “I'm not really sure,” I said. “Hmmmm,” he stroked his beard “Well I can let you in a little bit of secret Santa magic.” He leaned in closer to me and said “If you make a wish, any wish at all, and your mommy makes the same wish, it will come true.” I looked at him skeptically “I'm not sure... I...” “Oh let's just try baby, I think I already have one,” Mommy encouraged. “All you have to do is close your eyes and make a wish,” he encouraged “even if it seems impossible. But you have to keep a secret.” Going down the pathway I saw a toddler asleep in his mother's arms. If I had one wish I knew what it was. I closed my eyes and made a wish. I opened my eyes to his friendly smile “Any wish at all,” he repeated. The helper elf quickly snapped a picture. “Merry Christmas,” Santa said before setting me back down. Mommy took my hand again and we started on our way back home. Later she was tucking me into my crib. “What did you wish for,” I asked. “You heard Santa. You have to keep it a secret,” She replied. “Come on,” I said “It's all just make-believe.” “Baby,” she said “It's Christmas, just try OK?” I rolled my eyes, but I relented “OK, I'll try.” We said our goodnights, she turned out the light and left me resting snuggly in my crib. I closed my eyes I thought about how nice it would be if wishes like that really could come true. Some time in the middle of the night I could have sworn I heard sleigh bells.
  10. Maybe. I've tried continuing it and never really gotten anywhere. It never had much of a plot, just a meandering fantasy honestly. I can't really write that way anymore. Anyway here is the next chapter of this story: Part 7 "Patty,” Aunt Linda exclaimed to the plumpish woman who answered the door “Thank you so much for inviting us.” “My pleasure Linda,” the woman replied. She looked down at me “And this must be Jason.” She leaned over to address me “Don't you look handsome in your little bunny sweater.” I squirmed slightly but Mommy gave my hand another reassuring squeeze. I looked at her and saw her beaming proudly at me. “Thank you,” she said as she smoothed my hair “he picked it out all by himself.” The woman chuckled as she motioned us inside “Well come on in,” she said, “it's getting chilly out there.” She led us down the hallway and into a cozily furnished living room. “I put out some old toys for Jason so he has something to do while we yak,” she motioned towards a pile of brightly colored playthings in one corner of the room. “That's very kind of you,” my mother said letting go of my hand “Can you say thank you to Mrs. Powell?” “Thank you,” I murmured while I surveyed what had been set out for me. One item stood out. “Your mommy said you liked your farm set while we were talking on the phone,” Mrs. Powell explained, “so I got out the one my son used to play with a long time ago.” I sat down on the floor next to the toys and started to poke through them. While Mrs. Powell went into the kitchen Mommy took a bottle from the diaper bag. “Just a little juice in case you get thirsty,” she said as she sat it down beside me. As continued to tentatively go over the pile of toys Mrs. Powell returned with coffee for the four of them. I looked back at Mommy as she sat back with her coffee chatting and then to the bottle she'd left me with. Everybody was so relaxed and natural and I began to feel relaxed and natural as well. I took my bottle and drank from it as I contemplated the toy farm in front of me. In a few minutes, I was back to where I was that morning, playing out a little story and taking comfort in being watched over by people who cared about me. Sometime after becoming absorbed in playing, I felt my diaper being checked. “I saw you finish that bottle and I knew you'd be soaked,” Mommy said as she reached into the diaper bag. My cheeks burned. “Yeah, I guess I should have told you.” “Oh sweety, that's not something you should worry about,” she took a changing mat from the bag “You were too busy playing.” She laid out the mat nearby and retrieved some baby powder and wipes. I quickly looked back at the three women who were seated nearby. “Just lie back baby,” she said sweetly as I sat motionless. “We've all seen little boys getting changed.” Suddenly I felt silly for all my reluctance. This seemed like the way things were meant to be, and nobody but me had any qualms about it. I settled onto the mat. “Good boy,” Mommy cooed as she unbuttoned my pants “We'll have you all clean and dry in no time.” She quickly unfastened the tapes and pulled the diaper away. “Diapers today are so much more absorbent than they were when mine were little,” Mrs Powell opined. “Lucky for your carpet I think,” Mommy laughed as she rolled up the sodden diaper and stuck it in a plastic bag. She smiled at me. “Somebody liked their juice, didn't they” she said as she gave my tummy a tickle. She didn't bother to wait for a response before taking a wipe. “Lift up honey,” she requested. I complied she began to gently clean me up. “It is nice not to worry so much about diaper rash. This little guy has always had such sensitive skin, he'd be all red already if these weren't so good.” I was already blushing but now my cheeks were burning. She sprinkled a generous helping of baby powder onto my bottom. “Still needs a little of this to keep him truly dry though,” she said as she rubbed it into my skin. She pulled a fresh diaper from the bag and unfolded it. “Those designs are just adorable,” Mrs Powell exclaimed. “What brand are you using?” “Pampers,” Aunt Linda answered. “That was Sarah's idea.” “We had some extra in the nursery. Just his size, and dependable like you said.” Sarah added. Mommy slid the diaper under me and fastened it snugly in place. “Want to come sit with us,” she asked as she pulled up my pants and snapped them up. “Sure,” I shrugged as she helped me to my feet. I followed her over to the couch and sat down beside her. “Not like that silly boy,” she said and pulled me onto her lap. “That's better,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me. Mrs. Powell smiled “Nothing like a cuddle with a freshly changed little one is there?” Mommy hugged me tighter “I think we both feel very lucky, don't we?” “Yes Mommy,” I said bashfully, prompting delighted awwws from the four women. “I almost forgot something,” Mommy said reaching into a pocket of the diaper bag. She took out a pacifier and held it to my lips. “Here you go baby,” she cooed. I took the pacifier and smiled as I began to nurse. “And maybe something to do while we talk?” she said pulling a large pop-up book from the bag as well. I inspected the cover for a moment “Johnny's Christmas Wish” read the title above an intricately detailed picture of a small town. It was definitely a book for small children but I was immediately drawn to it. I smiled at her from around my pacifier. “Thanks, mommy,” I said. “You're welcome sweety,” she said “feeling all nice and cozy?” I simply nodded. She kissed my cheek. “Good,” she said before returning her attention to Aunt Linda. “What were you saying? Something about investing?” The conversation trailed off into some adult discussion that meant little to me. I rested my head on Mommy's shoulder and enjoyed my pacifier as I paged through the book, simply taking in the illustrations. I could scarcely remember why I'd been worried that morning. Time slipped by while I turned the pages and soon I felt a gentle pat on my back. “Ready to go,” Mommy asked. I looked up to see the adults already getting up and saying their goodbyes. “Oh yeah, I guess,” I replied surprised that I'd been so absorbed. She quickly checked my diaper before letting me down. “Dry for now. Let's get you in your coat.” “Just one last thing,” Mrs Powell announced before turning to me. “When your aunt told me you were coming I just had to get you a little Christmas present,” She said before reaching into a shopping bag and producing a a little brown teddy bear. I couldn't help but smile. “Thank you,” I said, taking the bear and holding him to my chest. “You're welcome dear,” she smiled back and patted my head. “So cute, and so polite. You're all welcome back anytime,” she said to Mommy. “Thank you so much for having us,” Mommy said as she helped me into my coat. I think we all had a great time.” I trotted along beside her back to the car, one hand in hers. The other holding my new teddy bear. I glanced up at her and saw her smiling proudly down at me. She helped me into my car seat, strapped me in, and gave me a little bop on the nose. “Ready to go home, baby boy?” I simply nodded and settled into the seat with my teddy in my lap. Back at Aunt Linda's house everybody began to settle back into their daily routines. Mommy brought some toys down to the living room and turned on some cartoons for me. I began to aimlessly put some blocks together while I watched. After a time mommy sat down next to me. “What are you making?” She asked pointing to the glob of bricks I'd pieced together. “Nothing really,” I shrugged. “You remember what you used to like to do,” she asked smiling and giving me a quick tickle on the ribs. I felt a tinge of embarrassment as I remembered my enthusiasm for the game I used to play with her when I was small. “Mommy,” I moaned She laughed “You used to love it when we each took turns putting a brick down and then just see what we made. We had lots of fun didn't we?” “Yeah, I said bashfully “I really liked it, but then I thought you were just doing it cause I asked all the time.” “Oh no sweety,” She putting an arm around me “I had a great time. I miss it. Wanna give it a try?” “If you really want to then that sounds like fun,” I said I pushed the pile of blocks in between us. I took two bricks and put them together. Mommy thought for a second and added her own. “Thanks for being such a good boy today,” she said “It's such a pleasure to share my sweet little baby with the world.” I rolled my eyes, but I loved hearing her say that. “Mrs. Powell was really nice,” I said snapping another brick into place “I thought she she might think this was all... weird or something.” “It's not weird at all baby,” she replied taking her own turn“You're so cute like this, I don't think anybody would ever disagree.” I smiled and gave her a hug “Thanks, mommy.” We continued chatting and building. After a while, we'd built a small house. “We make a good team don't we,” Mommy said as she ruffled my hair. I took a moment to admire our creation “Yeah, that was fun,” I replied “I'm glad you thought of it.” A second later a Pampers ad began to play on the television. Scenes of babies in diapers happily playing with their parents went by while the virtues of the diaper were extolled. “That reminds me of somebody I know,” Mommy said as she put an arm around me I blushed and squirmed. The ad ended with an invitation to follow Pampers on social media. I looked up at her “Mommy, you wouldn't.” She grinned “Maybe I already did.” I gasped “But people can see that.” “It's not like it's much of a secret, baby boy,” she said patting the bulge in my pants. I blushed “I guess you're sort of right.” “Of course I am,” she said. She gave my bottom another pat, paused for a moment, and checked my diaper. Without a word, she took a diaper from the stash near the couch and gently pushed me onto my back. “I hear there's a Christmas festival in the park down the street,” she said as she undid my pants and slid them down “Maybe we could go tomorrow for Christmas Eve.” “Sure, that might be fun,” I said as she removed the sodden thing and set it aside. She gave me a quick dusting of powder and unfolded the fresh diaper. “Good, sounds like a plan,” she said as lifted up my bottom and she slid it under me. “I'm so glad we can spend time together like this,” she said as she taped the new diaper into place “How are feeling about all this.” “Really good, mommy,” I said as I sat back up “It just feels right, you know?” “I know exactly how you feel,” she said. “I just wonder why all this started,” I said “Do you think it's anything to worry about?” “Not at all honey,” she said with a knowing smile as she rubbed my back “Sometimes things just fall into place.” Before I could respond Aunt Linda walked in to announce that dinner was ready. Mommy helped me to my feet and began to walk me towards the kitchen. As we walked I looked at her curiously, not sure what she meant. But I let it go. Maybe she was right. We were both happy Maybe things had just fallen into place.
  11. There will be more in December. Actually hoping to post the conclusion on Christmas day.
  12. I am. I guess I'm just really into finishing long abandoned stories.
  13. This is a story that I wrote a very, very, very long time ago. Some of you may have not even been born when I first wrote this. I've been telling people that I'm going to finish it someday for a while. And with Christmas approaching, I figure this is as good a year as any to try. Two things: By today's standards I suppose this is a fairly rudimentary story. However I'm still proud of it, but truthfully there's only so much story left in this story. I want to bring it to a satisfying conclusion, but there will only be a few more short-ish chapters. I hope to make them good. But I don't want to draw them out unnecessarily either. Secondly, I've made a few tweaks to the existing story. Mostly fixing typos, but also changing a few details I was no longer comfortable with. I don't think any of this really impacts the story. Here are the original five chapters: Part 1 It was the first day of a long Christmas break. I was going to get three glorious weeks off. This was the result of some labor dispute the teachers at my school were having. It meant that the school year would have to run long into the summer. But I didn't care about that, at twelve years old that was too far into the future to consider. What mattered was enjoying my vacation now. It was important though, I thought, to not betray any excitement about Christmas. I was almost a teenager after all, and I was very proud of what I considered to be my near-adult status. My mom and I were spending the holiday with my Aunt Linda and her daughter Sarah. Aunt Linda had hit the jackpot with some wise investments many years earlier, she was able to live a fairly comfortable lifestyle without a day-to-day job. But she found it worth her while to babysit for some extra cash from time to time. She specialized in long-term child-care, watching after kids while their parents took trips. Sarah would pitch in while she was home from college, and together they would bring in enough money to fill in the gaps. The car rolled up the long driveway to the front of the large house. Linda and Sarah greeted us and we were shown to the rooms would be staying in. There were enough rooms to allow us both to have our own. Afterwards, we all sat in the living room and talked. The conversation turned to Aunt Linda's babysitting business. "You know," she said, "we'd be happy to take care of Jason for free if you ever needed it." I blushed at the offer. I knew about Aunt Linda's philosophy on boys and how she thought they matured much more slowly than girls. When she looked at me, she didn't see a young adult, but a small child who needed looking after. After we'd had dinner and some dessert Aunt Linda announced that she had a surprise for me, a gift that couldn't wait for Christmas to be opened. I braced myself. Her philosophy had led her to give me a string of gifts that were inappropriate for my age, and I had no doubt that this gift would be any different. The box was set before me and hesitantly began to unwrap it. Inside were some PJs. That would have been bad enough as I'd decided I was old enough to just wear sweats and a T-shirt to bed. But these were decorated with cartoon spaceships. I mustered enough gratitude to thank her. I figured it could have been worse, even if I had to wear them no friend would ever have to see me in them. I started to set the box aside but my aunt quickly spoke up. "Pull them out of the box, you haven't seen everything yet." I removed them from the box and my heart sank. These weren't just normal PJs, but one-piece footed sleepers. And beneath the first pair were two others. "Now do you see why I wanted you to open that tonight?" She asked rhetorically "This house can get very cold at night, now you can stay warm." I'd have to wear these things that very night, I struggled to contain a moan. "Those are adorable, Linda" my mom said "I'm sure Jason will be very happy to wear them tonight." Knowing I was doomed to sleep in footed PJs for the rest of my stay I muttered one more thanks and tried to get my mind off the issue. A few hours later my mom declared that it was time for me to go bed. I tried to whine that it was too early, but she cut more short explaining that it had been a long day and we were getting up early in the morning. "Now pick out which pair of PJs you want to wear," she said. I looked at my new pajamas and gulped. Besides the one with spaceships there was one with dinosaurs and one with cowboys. Each was blue and decidedly juvenile. Mom saw I was having trouble deciding so she selected the cowboy pair. "I think these are cute," she said as she handed them to me. "Get them on them you can back downstairs and watch some TV for a while." I took them and headed up stairs. A closer inspection revealed that the zipper was in the back. I wondered how I'd ever get them on. As I stepped into them I felt a slight shock followed by an odd tingling sensation, I dismissed it as static and attempted to finish putting the thing on. I got the zipper about halfway up before I could no longer reach it. I struggled for a moment before my mom came in. "What's taking you so long?" she asked. "I can't get this zipper," I answered. She quickly reached behind me and finished zipping me into my sleeper, again I felt a small shock. "Now," she said "I know you think you're too old to wear this. But I think you've been getting a little bit ahead of yourself. There are a few things that are change when we get home. Now let's get downstairs." I followed her down the stairs and into the family room where my aunt and Sarah were sitting watching TV. After I sat down, she ducked into the kitchen and came out with a glass of milk. "Here, honey, why don't you have a drink," she said. Aunt Linda began to speak up but mom immediately knew what she was going to say. "Don't worry," mom said, "he hasn't wet the bed in years." I blushed a bit at having my toileting discussed so openly, even if it was to deny bedwetting. "Oh that's fine then. I'm just worried because he'll be sleeping on a new mattress." Sitting in my footed PJs and drinking a glass of milk it was clear that first night that a line had been drawn. There were three adults my mom, my aunt, and even my cousin; and then there was me, the child. After the show was over, I was sent up to bed. I lifted back the sheets and saw that even they were babyish. There were little cartoon cars all over them. And sighed and hoped this would be limited to sheets and PJs. I climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep. In my dreams I was walking down the beach. I didn't really know where I was going or where I was coming from but I slowly began to realize I was wearing my cowboy PJs. Further on down the beach the waves began to rise ever higher. I tried to walk to higher ground but I was hit by large powerful wave and knocked to the ground. The wave receded back into the ocean and was left in soaking wet clothes. The PJs were clinging my skin and began to try to pull them away from me. "All I have to do is find a place to take them off and I'll probably never have to wear them again," I thought. But them something awful occurred to me, I wasn't on the beach, but in bed. I sat straight up and pulled back the sheets. My PJs and the bed surrounding me were soaked. How could this happen? I couldn't even remember a time I'd wet the bed. But here I was 12 years sitting in a wet footed sleeper. My first thought was to try to dispose of the evidence, but I couldn't reach the zipper. I'd have to admit to someone that's I'd peed in my bed. I opened my bedroom door. The sounds of the three women of the house having breakfast could already be heard. "Mom!" I called down "I need to tell you something." "Honey, it's not polite to shout. You can come down here and tell me." And display my little accident for everyone to, see? I didn't want to do that. "But I need to tell you here." "You can either come down or not tell me at all." I knew I couldn't spend the entire vacation in my room so sulked down stairs and into the kitchen. There was no need for me to explain anything when I appeared in the kitchen that morning with a large wet spot that spread halfway down to my knee with one small trickle running down to the right padded foot. "I... I had an accident," I stammered "I'm sorry about your mattress, Aunt Linda." "You don't have to worry about that, dear," responded Aunt Linda "I'm just glad you didn't try to hide it, now I can clean it up before it gets ruined." She went upstairs as my mom knelt down and hugged me. "That's OK, baby," she said "I really should have made sure nothing like this could have happened. But we can fix that tonight, can't we?" I really had no idea what she was talking about, and for a moment I thought I saw her wink at my cousin. But it felt good that she wasn't angry with me, and I just buried my face into her shoulder and cried tears of relief. Part 2 I was in a daze having just woken up in a wet bed for the first time I could remember. It was obvious that I was not going to be treated like the adult I thought I was on this vacation. Aunt Linda came back into the kitchen and announced that she'd cleaned up the results of my little accident. "I'm really sorry about this," my mom said "he's never done this before." "It shouldn't be a problem this one time, but we may not be so lucky if there's a next time." "I was thinking that maybe he should wear protection just in case it happens again." My eyes widened at my mom's statement. "She couldn't possibly mean diapers, could she?" I thought "I'm 12 and this is the only time this had ever happened." "I think that would be a good idea," replied my aunt "My experience has taught me that little boys are never really potty trained until they're a bit older than Jason. Sometimes it's just easier to keep them in diapers if they're having accidents." "I promise I won't do it again," I protested "I don't need to wear diapers." But mom had already made up her mind, "If this is just a onetime thing then you won't have to wear them anymore. But I don't want to take any chances." Then she turned to my aunt. "Do you have anything you'd recommend?" "Well, I don't know..." Sarah interrupted her. "You could probably put him in Pampers size 6. He's about the right size." "Yes," said Aunt Linda nodding "those should do just fine. I even have a few bags on hand." My heart sank. My cousin was now advising my mom on what sort of baby diaper I should be put in. "OK, then that's what I'll try," mom said as she turned back to me. "Now let's get you out of those wet clothes." I was led up to my room where my mom proceeded to help me out of the soaked sleeper. She assured me that I'd only have to spend one night in diapers if I was dry that night and sent me to shower. After I was done showering I overhead the three women discussing my accident. "I know how bad he must have felt," I could hear my mom saying "but he was just so cute in his wet little jammies. I can't wait to powder up his behind and get him all snug and diapered." My aunt and cousin voiced their agreement. I decided to simply put up with it for now. I was certain that it would all blow over after I woke up dry the next morning. So I got dressed and went downstairs. The rest of the day was uneventful and I managed to forget about what was awaiting me that night. But eventually reality came barging in. When mom decided it was my bedtime, she asked my aunt where the diapers could be found. She asked Sarah to go grab them and she soon came back with not only a bag of Pampers but also some baby powder. "Good thinking, Sarah. We don't want any rashes, do we?" commented Aunt Linda. Again I was led up to my room. Mom told me to sit on the bed and I complied. She began untying my shoes. She took off my shoes and told me to raise my arms. My shirt was pulled off over my head and neatly laid on the dresser. Then she gently pushed me onto my back and began to unbutton my pants which she quickly pulled off and laid on top of my shirt. Then she removed my underwear. I was laying naked on the bed waiting for my mom to diaper me like a little baby. She opened the powder and liberally sprinkled it over my diaper area. Then she grabbed a fresh diaper from the bag and unfolded it. "OK, sweetie, lift your butt so I can put this on." I knew there was no sense in resisting at this point so I allowed her to slide the diaper under my butt. She then brought the diaper up from between my legs and expertly taped it on both sides. "There," she said "now let's get your PJs on." She held out the dinosaur sleeper so I could step into it. I worked my way into the babyish thing as she zipped me into it. "Now hopefully there won't be any leaks. I don't want to have to wash these things everyday" she said. Once again, I got a static shock, but this one left me with a warm feeling all over. Then she pulled back the covers and patted my diapered butt as I climbed into bed. "Goodnight, baby, stay dry," she said as she kissed my forehead. She turned out the light and left the room. I could smell the baby powder and hear my diaper rustling beneath my PJs. I felt small, helpless, and babyish. I wondered how long this would go on and drifted slowly off to sleep. Part 3 I woke up the next morning and slowly began to remember the events of the last few days. For a moment I was relieved that the bed was dry, but then I remembered that I was diapered. It was hard to tell if the diaper was wet. I couldn't see it and had no access to it. I'd have to wait to have it checked. My mom opened the door. "Good morning, sweetie. Are you wet?" "I can't tell," I said. "Well let's check then." She pulled back my covers and started to unfasten some buttons in the crotch of the PJs. I'd noticed them before and didn't know what they were for. She stuck a finger in my diaper and pronounced me soaked. And without another word, she untaped my diaper removed it and threw it away. She then grabbed a baby wipe and started to clean my diaper area. I realized that the odd buttons in my PJs had been placed there to facilitate diaper changing. Why would Aunt Linda give me such a thing? And where did she get them? "There we go, all dry and clean. That wasn't so bad, was it?" I didn't respond. "Well, I think you may not be as grown up as you think you are. Now let's go downstairs and get some breakfast." In the kitchen, Aunt Linda and Sarah were setting out breakfast. "Well, we had a little wet diaper this morning but everything else was nice and dry," announced my mom. "Oh good," said Aunt Linda. "Isn't it nicer to wake up a dry bed?" "I guess so," I said. "You really ought to thank your aunt for letting us use those diapers," urged my mom. I reluctantly thanked her and she smiled and said "You're welcome, honey. Anything to keep those cute PJs from getting all worn out." I knew I'd have to do something to convince these three that I was as grown up as anyone could want. It was just that I was having some weird problem that was soon to pass. I'd show them I was all but an adult. If only I knew how. We had breakfast and to my great relief, my bedwetting was not discussed. After we finished, we all showered and went to the mall. The mall was packed with Christmas shoppers. We made our way from store to store and my mind wandered far away from bedwetting and diapers. In the middle of the mall was seated the requisite man in a Santa suit. I'd known about Santa for years, and hadn't sat in his lap for even longer. But something moved my mom to request that I do it one last time. I scoffed but she claimed she just wanted to see it one least time and promised that there might be a video game in it for me. Reluctantly I agreed and we got in line. While the line slowly progressed, I began to feel a growing urge to go the bathroom. I tried to ignore it. If I left, I would have given up my place in line and I didn't want to prolong this embarrassing episode. At last, I made it to the front of the line and took a seat on Santa's lap. My situation was quite urgent at this point but was certain I'd be able to make it. I tried to explain to the man that I was just doing this so my mom could get a picture. But there was some problem with the camera and I was forced to wait. I strained with all my might but my bladder eventually released. I felt a wave of horror and relief as I soaked my pants and Santa's knee in front of half the mall. After what seemed like an eternity the public spectacle was ended as the girl employed as an elf listed me from Santa's knee and placed me in front of my mom. "I'm sorry about this," said my mom. "Don't worry about it ma'am. We get wet little guys all the time." Replied the elf. My mom took my hand and began to walk me toward the restrooms. I just looked at the ground and wondered what was happening to me. Maybe I really was turning into a baby. Maybe I always was a baby. The line for the restrooms seemed to stretch on forever. Mom surveyed the scene and led me into the changing room instead which was far less busy. "OK, honey. I have some clothes here that I bought for you, we'll just have to have you wear them now." There was no privacy anywhere in the room so I had to change out in the open just like the babies who were being tended to by their mothers. As my mom was helping me out my clothes one of the mothers took notice of the scene. "Have a little accident?" she asked. "I'm afraid so," replied my mom "He's been having accidents at night, too. If this keeps up, I'll be changing diapers all day." "Mom!" I interjected. "Oh honey, everybody knows that little boys have accidents every once in a while." The woman nodded and smiled at me. "You should be glad you have a mother who knows how to take care of you." Just then my mom noticed that she hadn't bought any underwear. "The mall provides extra diapers for parents who run out. I think they have some large training pants over in the corner. My mom thanked her for the tip as she walked out with her baby. She quickly found a pair of large pull-ups and held them out for me to step into. Not wanting to be naked any longer than necessary I complied and the training pants were pulled into place. Soon I was dressed in dry clothes and we left. We caught up with Aunt and cousin and we lingered around the mall a little longer. I longed to get back to my aunt’s house where I could take off the silly diaper was forced by circumstance to wear. But when we got home my mom insisted that I keep it on "just in case." After dinner I was watching TV when my bladder again demanded to be emptied. The urge was very strong and it was obvious I was losing my ability to know when I needed to go until it was extremely dire. My cousin was using the downstairs bathroom so I ran upstairs to use the upstairs one. Halfway up the stairs a trickle began to run out into my pull-up. I figured I could still get away with it if I made to the bathroom but right in front of the door, I flooded the training pants. It was a good-sized wetting but my training pants held it. After a brief bout of panic, I decided I could dispose of the pull-ups before bedtime and my mom would never know. So, I went back downstairs and pretended nothing had happened. In the living room my mom greeted me with the pair of Dinosaur sleepers I'd worn last night. "Aunt Linda rented a movie. So, I thought it would be a good idea to get you all ready for bed before we started watching it." I gulped and followed her back up the stairs. Once again, I was taken out of my shirt and pants. "I see you had another accident. Oh well, we'll just use diapers until we can get you potty trained again." Once again, I was wiped clean with a baby wipe, powdered and diapered. She helped me into my PJs and led me downstairs into the living room. Aunt Linda started the movie and I sat down in a chair. "Why don't you come over here with me, sweetie? That's Aunt Linda's chair." I walked over to my mom and she picked me up and laid me across her lap. She cradled me in her arms. After all the embarrassment I had to admit to myself that being cared for was comforting. I felt secure in my mother's arms. Instead of protesting I laid my head on her shoulder and watched the movie. Long before it was over, I was fast asleep. Part 4 "You must have sleepy. You slept through the whole movie," said my mom as she woke me up. I looked around and realized that I'd fallen asleep on my mother's lap. She checked my diaper and smiled. "Looks like you're going to need a new diaper before I put you to bed. Let's go." Groggy and sleepy I followed her into my room where I obediently laid down on the bed. She changed me into a fresh diaper and tucked me into bed. I think I fell back to sleep before she even left the room. In the morning I was jarred awake when I hit the floor. In a daze I looked up at the ceiling and realized that I'd just fallen out of bed. Things were just getting weirder and weirder. My mom must have heard me hit the floor because she came rushing in. "Are you OK, honey?" she asked. "I think so. I just fell out of bed," I replied. She came over and helped me up onto the bed where she started to change me out of my night-time diaper. "Since you had those accidents yesterday, I'm going to keep you in diapers today." I knew I was in no position to protest; I needed diapers now so I'd have to let my mom put a new diaper on me for the day. So, I allowed myself to be diapered. Once she was finished, she helped me into my day clothes and we went downstairs for breakfast. As I sat down at the table Aunt Linda could hear my diaper rustle. "So, you've got him back in day time diapers to?" She asked my mom. "Yeah. His pull-Ups were wet when I got him ready for bed last night so figured he'd better have some today just in case." Aunt Linda looked at me sympathetically "You poor little guy. Don't worry I'm sure your mom will get you all potty trained again." After breakfast I decided to go out in the backyard to play. Aunt Linda had an enormous yard to explore. Any kid could easily spend hours poking around and discovering things. I was in one of the far reaches of the yard when I was struck by the need to go to bathroom. I had only the slightest of warning before I lost control and wet my diaper. I looked down at my pants and was surprised to see that my Pampers had done their job and contained the flood. Then I was horrified as it dawned on me what I'd have to do. I trudged back to the house with my soaked diaper bulging between my legs and went inside to find my mom. When I found her in the living room I gulped. "Mom?" I asked. "Yes honey?" "Could you uh... change my diaper?" "Oh of course. Just come up stairs and we'll get out of that wet thing." We went upstairs were I laid on my bed. Mom slid my pants down to my ankles, untaped my soaked diaper, and removed it. As she was wiping me clean with a baby wipe, she told me about her plans for the rest of the day. "Aunt Linda and I are going back to the store for a few things. Sarah will take care of you while we're away." "But she's barely older than me," I protested. "She's very good at looking after little boys. You'll mind her just like you'd mind me," she said as she fastened a fresh diaper in place. Before long, my mom and aunt were on their way out the door and my mom was leaving Sarah with a few last-minute instructions. "And make sure he gets a nap. He was really tired last night and don't think he's getting enough sleep." My mom turned to me and said, "Bye sweetie, remember what I said about minding your sitter." The door closed and I was in the care of my 15-year-old cousin. "So do you want to play a game?" she asked in the same way she must have asked the preschoolers she babysat. Not knowing what else to do I agreed. She set it up on the floor, it was some game for little kids but she patiently and slowly explained the rules to me. As we played, I became aware that I was wetting my diaper. I hadn't even felt the need to go and sat up in surprise. Sarah noted my surprise "Are you wet?" she asked. I blushed and nodded. She took my hand and took me into my room. "Your mommy said you'd need a nap, so I think you should take it after we get you in a dry diaper. So why don't you sit down so I can get your shoes off and start getting you ready." For a moment I balked. But I remembered what my mom had said and how serious she was. So, I reluctantly did what I was told and sat down on the bed. Sarah untied and removed my shoes. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. "Now lay back," she said as she gently pushed me into a reclining position. She unbuttoned my pants and slid them off my ankles. Finally, she unfastened my diaper. There I was naked and vulnerable before my babysitter, who'd been a playmate at family reunions only a few years ago, as she diapered me and prepared me for my nap. It was clear that no matter my physical age I was the baby of the house. She set to work with the wipe and baby powder. And before long I was in a fresh new dry diaper. "I think you'll be fine in just your diaper for now," she said. And then I was tucked into bed and put down for a nap. I was very tired from all that had happened that day and I slept soundly for the next hour. Once again, I woke up on the floor. Mom and Aunt Linda were home by that time and everyone came rushing in to see what had happened. Mom helped me up. "Are you OK, baby?" she asked. "I think so," I said. "He fell out of bed last night, too. I just don't know what to do with him." "We have a large crib in the nursery," Aunt Linda responded "It's certainly big enough for him." "That's a great idea, Linda," said my mom "I was thinking of moving him over there since it's closer to my room. But I never thought of the crib." That night my stuff was moved into the nursery. The room was huge with a vast expanse of colorful carpet, a crib, a changing table, and a rocking chair. Colorful nursery rhyme characters covered the walls and a full toy chest sat in the corner next to a playpen and a few books. My new room was very different from the one I had at home with rock star posters. In the back of the room the nursery had its very own bathroom where my mom led me after getting me out of my clothes and diaper. "I think you're going to need a quick bath before bedtime," she said. She started running the water and instructed me to get in. She poured in some soap, grabbed a towel, and began to bathe me. I was embarrassed to have my mom give me a bath but somehow it felt good too. I knew I was loved and cared for. All three of these women had taken good care of me. Lots of kids wouldn't have been so lucky. She didn't say a word she just hummed as she gently and thoroughly cleaned me up. For the first time I really relaxed and began to accept my role as the baby. After she was finished, she helped me out of the tub and wrapped a towel around me. "Sarah told me what a good boy you were today," she said as she dried me off. "I have a special treat for you since you've been so well-behaved." She didn't say what it was but she boosted me onto the changing table, put my diaper on, and helped me into my PJs. Then she walked me over to the rocking chair and laid me in her lap. Reaching over to the table next to her she retrieved the treat a full bottle of milk. "Before you decide whether you want this or not, I want to talk to you. " She said "I feel like I'm a lot closer to you after these last few days. This may sound crazy to you but I feel like we really bond when I'm changing your diaper. And when you were sleeping in my lap last night, well I just wanted that moment to last forever. I think I've asked you to grow up to fast. I want to have my little baby back, and I think you might want to be my baby. Do you?" I looked at her and could see how deeply she wanted to take care of me. And she was right, I'd been to quick to try to become an adult. Something was missing, and maybe that could be restored. I smiled and said "Yes mommy. I want to be your baby." She smiled and put the bottle in my mouth. I leaned back, closed my eyes and sucked on it. My mommy began to rock and sing a lullaby. As I finished the milk I drifted off into the most pleasant dreams of my life. Part 5 I slowly woke up and realized I was in a crib. Above me was a colorful mobile and all around me were the slats of the crib which rose protectively far above me. I remembered the night before, how I had become a baby again. Next to me was a teddy bear, I turned over and hugged it. I closed my eyes and drank in the simple pleasure of being a baby in his crib. I felt like nothing in the world could hurt me there. I knew that I'd wet my diaper during the night, but Mommy would soon be in to change me into a nice new dry one. As I lay there I heard the door open and my mommy's footsteps. I stayed turned away from the door with my eyes closed and my teddy in my arms. For some reason, I wanted to pretend to be asleep. I could hear her as she leaned up against the side of the crib and watched me for a moment. "Wake up, sweetie," she said. And I turned and smiled. She let down the side of the crib and helped me out and onto the changing table. "You looked so cute with your bear I didn't want to wake you up," she said as she taped me into a fresh diaper. Then she helped me back down off the changing table, held my hand, and took me down to have breakfast. At the table, there was now an old wooden highchair. It was bigger than usual but still intended for use by babies and toddlers. Mommy had me sit in it and she slid the tray into place. "Now be good while mommy helps Aunt Linda get breakfast ready, OK?" she said and patted my head. I sat in my highchair and watched them make blueberry pancakes. I must have been an odd scene but it somehow seemed perfectly natural. Before long a Sesame Street was placed on the tray along with some cut-up pancakes and a sippy cup of orange juice. Before I was handed a fork mommy tied a bib around my neck. Aunt Linda admired me in my highchair and bib. "You just get cuter and cuter," she said, making me blush. I happily ate my pancakes and drank from my sippy cup as the three women discussed the travails of raising toddlers. Mommy finished before I did and took my fork "Here baby, we need to hurry up, let me help you." I smiled, it was just an excuse to baby me some more, but I was enjoying the attention. She carefully took each bite of pancake and put it in my mouth. She finished and wiped my face clean with a wet paper towel. She took off the tray and let down the highchair. She once again took my hand and led me upstairs to the nursery. She let down one side of the playpen and instructed me to get inside. "Be a good boy and play while we get ready for the day. I'll be back soon to get you all dressed," she said as she raised the side back up. She reached in to give me a playful swat on the butt and left. I sat down and began playing with the baby toys that had been left for me. They didn't really amuse me. But they completed the feeling of being a baby. And more and more I was enjoying it. I didn't have to worry about what was cool or fear what growing up would entail. For now, at least, I could relax and know I was loved. Something nagged at my mind though. I still didn't know why I'd begun wetting. It almost seemed like I was in the middle of a conspiracy. Mommy had given me the distinct impression that something big was happening soon. I pushed these concerns out of my head and focused on enjoying the moment. But the biggest surprise was still ahead of me. And the first new chapter: Part 6 “Good morning Mr. Cow,” I said as I walked the little plastic farmer from his house over to the barn. I wasn't sure how long I'd been playing, but the toys had started to grow on me as I'd sat in the playpen. “Having fun?” I looked up from the farm playset to see mommy standing beside my playpen beaming down at me. I realized she'd been watching and felt my cheeks begin to burn as I tried to stammer a reply. “Don't be embarrassed,” she said as she lowered the side. “I'm just happy to see you having a good time.” She walked over to the changing table. “But now, my little farmer needs to get ready for the day.” I sat my toys down and walked over to her, my sagging diaper reminding me that I'd wet while playing. She helped me up onto the changing table before opening the closet. “Now let's see,” she said perusing the options. “I was thinking you'd look sweet in this little bunny sweater. But,” she said grabbing a shirt “since you liked your farm so much, maybe this would be better.” She held up a bright blue shirt featuring a happy cartoon cow peeking out from a barn. I groaned and squirmed a bit “I was just playing.” She laughed “Well OK then, if you insist. Bunnies it is,” she fetched the pale yellow sweater. She draped it across the back of the rocking chair and motioned to me to lie down. After I settled down she began getting me out of my PJs. “You're OK with these clothes right?” she said as she checked my diaper and immediately reached for a fresh one. “It's just that one of the fun things about having a baby is dressing them up in cute things,” she untaped my diaper “I'm never going to let anyone make fun of you or make you feel ashamed about being my baby.” “I understand mommy,” I said as she dropped my wet diaper into the pail “I like the bunnies too.” She smiled and began to dust my bottom with baby powder “I'm happy to hear that.” After being taped into a fresh diaper and dressed for the day I was helped down onto my feet and taken by the hand to the top of the stairs. From below I could hear the sounds of Sarah and Aunt Linda preparing to go out. "Are we going somewhere?” I asked. “Yes. Aunt Linda's friend invited us all over for a little get together.” Mommy said as she led my down the steps. I thought about this as we approached the living room. I trusted mommy, but I didn't know what to expect from an outing like this. “He's adorable,” Sarah enthused as we entered the living room. “He is,” Aunt Linda said she clasped her hands together “I see you found the clothes.” “We did,” mommy said “I thought the cow shirt might be nice, but he wanted bunnies. Didn't you,” she said stroking my hair. “I just said...” I tried to explain but it was no use. They all laughed. “No need to explain sweety,” Aunt Linda said “We're just happy to have a little cutie to look after.” She turned to my cousin “Sarah, do you mind watching him for a moment while we get ready to go out?” “Not at all” she replied. She knelt down beside me and reached for my waistband. “I just changed him. So he should be good for a while. You could help get his shoes on though” Sarah nodded and gave me a pat on the bottom. “Come on, let's finish getting you ready.” She took some socks and my shoes from a stash near the couch and sat cross legged on the floor. “Come over here” she said sweetly. I hesitated, wary of the visit I was being brought along for. “Come on, don't be shy,” she said somewhat more insistently. I knew I was expected to comply so I reluctantly sat down near her. “Why so grumpy all of a sudden?” she said as she took one my feet. I just shrugged. “Think you're too big for me to take care of?” I shrugged again. “Your mommy says you're a baby, and you're in these cute little clothes and that diaper so....” I started to blush “I know but it's just that...” “I know how to settle this,” she took my big toe between he finger “This little piggy went to market.” She chanted. I tried to hold back but a short giggle escaped. She grinned as she moved to the next toe “this little piggy stayed home.” I couldn't help it any longer as I broke out into giggling and wriggling on the ground. “...And this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home” she finished with little tickle to the bottom of my foot. “That's not very much like a big boy is it?” I was laying on the floor trying to catch my breath. She checked my diaper. “And that's definitely not.” I blushed and turned my head in embarrassment. “Don't worry” she laughed “You're just a little wet, you don't need a change yet. Now are you going to let me get you ready or do I have to try the other one?” I nodded. She slid on one of my socks “I thought so.” With a clearly practiced hand she tied my laces into tidy bows. I'd recovered enough to notice the teddy bears decorating my new socks. “Why do you guys have all these clothes?” I asked. “Don't you like them?” she asked in reply. “It's not that, it's just...” I struggled to explain what seemed like an obvious incongruity. “Why do they fit me?” She mussed my hair and smiled “Don't worry about it.” She flipped on some cartoons “Let's just hang out until we're all ready to go.” I turned my attention to the cartoons but still, I wondered what was in store at this friend's house. Soon Mommy and Aunt Linda returned. “Are we all ready,” Mommy asked. “All set,” Sarah replied “It took a little game of 'this little piggy' though.” Mommy laughed “I thought I heard some giggling in here.” She called me over and got me into my coat. She held out her hand “Now come on we don't want to be late.” I took her hand and we all walked out of the car. Mommy opened the backseat door revealing a car seat already strapped into place. “Up you go,” she said motioning toward the brightly colored thing. This was clearly going to be a part of the new life I'd agreed to, and of the easiest to accept. I climbed in without argument and was snugly belted in with an appreciative pat on the head. “That's my good boy,” she said closing the door. The car rolled along the winding country roads. Outside the signs of winter were truly beginning to show and I began to feel glad that Mommy had dressed me warmly. We arrived at our destination and I was let free from my car seat. Mommy took my hand and started to lead me up the walkway to the front door. I saw the diaper bag she had slung across her shoulder and began to worry again. I simply didn't know what to expect from visiting somebody else. Mommy must have sensed my hesitation because when I looked up at her she gave me a reassuring smile and squeezed my hand. I remembered what she said that morning, and I knew that I could trust her. I smiled back and trotted along happily beside her to the front door.
  14. I think it's really common for people to look back on something from their childhood that they hated at the time and have a very different view of it. Maybe it was just embarrassing at the time because, as a kid or teenager, it was very important to appear grown-up. And now that that's not an issue you can see it also meant somebody cared for you and was looking out for you. Or maybe it's something else. Point is that it's very normal. Definitely a lot of people here with similar feelings, but I don't think you have to be ABDL to understand.
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