If your mother does not know or support your activities, I’d have to agree with the above comments and recommend that you postpone your diaper wearing activities until you have a place of your own where you will have the privacy needed.  I can tell you from personal experience that parents will find out no matter how careful or clever you think you are being.

Chapter Forty One     Amanda felt a bit caught off guard. She had just spent the last half an hour politely declining a check from the ABI, only to cave and let them have a work crew come and put in two rows of paving stones from the beginning of her driveway, along the edge of the field between her patch of land and the treeline. A path that someone would have to keep mowed, just in case.   Agent Praefectus did make her agree that she would at least call a local contractor that he knew if she was serious about expanding her fence. She could turn down a check, but a break on the cost of a fence was never unwelcome.   But the real challenge had been the logistics of figuring out how to make a little shack like John had suggested, and then somehow get it all the way upstream to where it needed to be. They had all agreed that it was a perfect solution, and solar panels would be more than able to keep lights, a fan, and a transmitter powered. But how to get it there?   And just when they had agreed to combine the ideas and use the drive to get the materials to the waterfront, they spotted John with a comically swollen diaper trying to sneak to his bedroom.   So of course she had gotten him changed, and hurried to get the clothes in the wash, and change her shirt where he had leaked on her. Pleasantly surprised to find that the drips on the floor had been cleaned up, she walked over to kneel down next to her son.   John was holding a pencil and instead of drawing quickly and excitedly like usual, she could see he was just barely doodling lines of grass. And she could just make out the sound of him sniffling.   Gently laying her hand on his back, she felt her chest tense up a bit as he jumped a bit. When he looked up at her she immediately felt her world stop.   John’s eyes were red and puffy.   Whispering “Come here, baby” she hoisted him up to her chest, grabbed his drawing pad and stood up.   Ignoring everything other than her son, she slid the drawing pad onto the back of the couch and then sat down with him propped up on her chest, lightly rubbing his back with her fingertips.   With a soft whisper she told him into his ear “Hey, want to talk about it?”   She felt him shake his head against her chest more than she saw it. So she just sat there for a bit longer until he was ready.   It wasn’t too long before he caved and said softly “I wanted to feel mature.”   Kissing him on top of the head, she whispered “You are very mature.”   He snorted softly with laughter and added “For a little.”   Scooting him up higher so that his head was against her neck, she started to pat him on the booty to comfort him.   After a bit longer, she kissed him on the cheek and said to him “You are more mature than you realize, but you are in a whole new world and you just have to learn what is normal.”   She could feel his entire body inflate as he took a deep breath and then deflate as he exhaled.   “I wanted to help, and then it was like I couldn’t do anything else. I felt kind of useless. And then I needed a change and didn’t want to ask. I don’t want to feel this way.” He complained.   “Aww, sweety. You had a great idea, and we spent the last half hour trying to figure out how to make it happen. Now Agent Praefectus is going to take the idea to his superiors and they’ll see about getting it done. He just had to have a full plan to present to them if they’re going to accept it.”   He stopped sniffling a bit and looked up at her. Goddess those eyes looked adorable, even when they were watering.   “I’m not useless?” Hearing him ask that made her heart ache.   Wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him firmly, she gave him a BIG kiss on the forehead and said “No sweety, you were very helpful. And you can just come ask for a change when you need one, no one will think any less of you. It’s true that you’re very small and littles don’t have any way of knowing what all needs to happen behind the scenes. But that’s what we are here for, to do the parts that you can’t.”   With a nod, he flopped his head back onto her shoulder before asking “Can I go back outside?”   thinking about it for a moment, she answered “It’s close to time for you to get a little rest. But I guess it won’t hurt to go outside for a bit while we have the some good weather.   Standing up with him still on her, Amanda shuffled him around onto her hip and walked over to the two men that had taken a hint and stepped outside on the porch to talk. They seemed to get along mostly well, but she had a nagging suspicion that Agent Praefectus was disappointed to see Mike here. She couldn’t quite put her thumb on it.   Stepping out onto the porch, she said “Hey, it’s almost nap time, but I think we should take the chance and go for a little walk outside while we have nice weather.”   They both nodded, but Agent Praefectus added “I have to run up the river and put those sensors up anyway. The higher ups want me to try and get them as close as possible to the rift, they just don’t know exactly where it is until … well, it gets used.”   Suddenly John perked up and almost bounced off her hip in excitement. She had to squeeze him tight to keep him from falling.   “Oh! OH!!” John all but shouted to the group.   Struggling to get an arm behind him to keep him pinned to her, she asked “John, what is it?”   He looked up at her again, this time with an infectious smile and said “I need my drawing pad!”   Mike was laughing as he stepped toward the door, asking “Where is it?”   Laughing now, she said “I put it on the back of the couch.” as Mike went in.   Moments later they were looking at a pretty detailed drawing of … a tree.   “John…” she said, feeling a bit skeptical at the moment.   “It’s the tree!” was all he offered as an explanation.   The grown ups all looked at each other and then back at John.   “There …” She took a breath “There are a lot of trees.”   He looked so confused for a moment and then she could see the gears in his head move as the look on his face changed.   “Oh! That was the first tree that I saw when I came through the rift. Great big tree, and the trunk splits like that off to the right.” John finally explained.   Agent Praefectus nodded and pulled out his phone to take a picture. He seemed understandably skeptical as he said “I’ll keep my eyes out for a tree that looks like this while I’m up there.”   With that, Agent Praefectus shook hands all the way around, even got a little fist bump out of John before heading out to the gate.   “Okay! John, you’re going to drink some water before we head out, no getting dehydrated on my watch.”   By the time she had a full sippy cup, he was sitting on the porch trying to tie his shoes on his own. Every time he would make a loop and pull it through, the laces would fly out of his hands. That probably wasn’t helping him with his feeling extra little today, but maybe learning to rely on bigs would be better for him to learn sooner rather than later.   Sitting down next to him, she patted her leg and simply said “Here, I’ll help.”   It was easy to see that he was sulking, but he finally gave up and turned to point his feet toward her. She had them tied in an instant.   Reaching over to muss his ever messy hair, she hugged him with one arm. It seemed that he got upset over the smallest things, and easily accepted the big things.   “Come on, let’s go, you can walk the dog.” Amanda said while poking him in the ribs. The resulting giggle as he scrunched up was adorable.   He stood up, but insisted on climbing down the stairs by himself. It seemed like he was more focused on the smallest details of doing things for himself and accepting the bigger ones. That warranted a conversation with Cat.    As they gathered by the gate facing the stream, Amanda leaned and whispered “Xerxes: Guard” while Mike opened the latch. Mike held the gate while she followed the boy and his dog pal out.   Walking side by side with Mike while John ran off to a nearby tree, she spoke to Mike without looking at him to her left.   “Thank you for helping with the salsa. And helping me negotiate w… argue with Agent Praefectus.”   It was easy to hear a small laugh come out of him right before he said “I’m happy to help. It was pretty funny to see you turning down the check.”   With a shrug from Amanda they kept walking along the stream, going north toward the direction that John had originally come from. The going was a bit slow because even with John half running through the grass, he couldn’t keep up with their normal walking speed for very long. But everywhere he went, Xerxes just trotted along behind him looking happy as could be.   They did have a fun stop as John found some acorns and looked up to ask “Hey, do we have a bag?”   As Amanda answered “John…” he realized that he had a great big pocket on the front of his shortalls. Which was immediately filled with acorns. Because of course he filled it with dirty acorns and she would have to figure out how to clean that pocket out.   After about twenty minutes of walking, John had started to slow down and he walked over to pat Mike on the leg. When she saw Mike lean down and they both started smirking, she knew they were up to something.   Mike picked her little son up and deposited him on top of Xerxes. Now all traces of his earlier stress and crankiness were gone. And Xerxe’s tail was flapping back and forth.   Experimentally, Amanda picked up the pace and walked at her normal speed. They were able to cover much more ground more easily.   “Hey.” she said to Mike “I just noticed that it’s a lot harder to walk slower than it is to just … walk.”   Mike nodded as he answered “Well, this is a really nice place you have out here. It’s quiet.” Then he lowered his voice and whispered “He also didn’t want to ask to be carried because he’s getting tired. When do you want to turn around?”   Laughing at the antics of her little son, she thought about it while they walked before answering “Let’s give him another five or ten minutes. He’s having fun playing horse with Xerxes.”   Without really thinking about it, she reached out with her left hand and tapped Mikes right hand. Without looking, he reached back and took hers.   His hand was larger and her hand just seemed to slip into it. It was firm, it was warm, and it was nice. Neither of them said anything about holding hands, but Amanda knew for a fact that she was smiling.   About ten minutes later, although no one was watching a clock, she could see John starting to bob forward a bit on top of Xerxes.   Letting go of Mikes hand, she said “Xerxes: Heel.”   Sure enough the dog veered back around and came along between the two bigs. John was struggling to keep his eyes open and holding on to the dogs collar.   Looking up at Mike, they nodded at each other and turned back around, each one with a hand on Johns shoulder, just in case.   Despite obviously being sleepy, John kept trying to pat on the dogs shoulder to encourage him to run along faster, but between being told to heel, and them each having a hand on him, it just wasn’t going to happen.   They weren’t halfway back to the house when John slumped forward and Amanda silently swooped him up and got him situated on her shoulder.   Immediately he caught on to what was going on and started complaining “Nooo, I’m not sleepy, I just need to walk a bit.”   “Shhhh” she said softly into his ear “You can walk a bit when we get home. Just met Mommy carry you there first.”   “Nnnnn” was all he got out.   A little ways from the house she felt him go limp and his bottom started to grow warm a moment after that. It was very hard to keep from chuckling.   They had a quiet conversation, talking about what they did for work, and Mike seemed very interested in how she wound up doing editing and preparing articles for three different groups.   “Well, it started off as one job, and the one job paid my bills, so I picked up a second one and quit my day job. I had a desk job at a real estate company. I didn’t hate it, but it was obviously just a job. I picked up a third job that pays per contract, but only has two or three jobs per month. It’s not much, but I put it all into savings. Between the two extra jobs, and selling my produce, I managed to pay this place off in a little over three years.”   Mike seemed genuinely surprised as he whispered back loudly “You paid this place off already?”   Amanda just nodded “I also got lucky and I got it cheap because it sat empty for a few years. My friend Cat helped me paint everything, my Dad helped replace the rusty sink and stove. Mom insisted on buying me a dinner table. Cat helps me till the garden every year, but every time we expand it, it feels a little bit harder. And now that I need to move the fence back and expand the yard, we’re pretty well out of our depth.”   With a smirk he added “You know, I bet I could help with that. It would take a bit of time to plan it out though.”   Now smiling back, Amanda answered “On the upside, someone accidentally gave us a sketch to work off of. Oof, that someone is getting heavy.”   Stopping to hold out his arms, Mike offered “Here, I can carry him the rest of the way back.”   It took a moment to carefully shift him into Mikes arms, but she was genuinely curious to see how Mike would do holding her sleeping son. He seemed really good with him.   Where She had been holding him laid on her shoulder, Mike just carried him with his arm under Johns back, hand holding his thighs so he wouldn’t roll, and spent a moment getting a limp arm flopped against him instead of dangling comically.   Finally back to the house, she tried to close the gate, but Xerxes chose that moment to need to potty instead of, you know, the ENTIRE time they were out for a walk. So they settled for sneaking all of the acorns out of Johns pocket, taking his shoes off, and then Mike very gently lowered him into the playpen.   For good measure, she put Rupert and Argo both in the playpen with him. She tried to lift his arm up over Argo, but it just flopped back limply. He was truly out like a light.   Looking at the light coming from the kitchen, Amanda took a moment to take the blanket off of the back of the couch and drape it over the side of the playpen so that the light wouldn’t wake him up.   Walking back to the kitchen, they talked quietly while she got coffee making.   Turning, she asked Mike “So where do you live?”   With a hand over his mouth to keep his laugh quiet, he answered “I live in one of the cheaper suburbs this side of the city. One of those places where half of the neighbors don’t want to be in the city, and the other half want to pretend that their suburb is the fanciest.”   “Dreadful.”   With a bit of a laugh, Mike continued “Tell me about it. It’s not that bad, but every weekend I get the lawn tended to. I don’t have much in the way of landscaping because I don’t want to do the extra upkeep for a front yard that I can’t really use. And you might be a bit disappointed in my back yard, I only have a few plants, and nothing comparable to what you’re doing here.”   Now pouring a cup of coffee and a glass of water for each of them while they talked, Amanda probed a bit by asking “Have you considered moving a bit further out of the city?”   “You know, I’ve thought about it a several times. There’s a lot to look into to move out of town. Utilities, things like TV service, extra drive time to work.”   Nodding in response, she recommended “If you start looking again, the sweet spot for me was under thirty minutes away. But when I saw that stream and open field here, I just knew instantly. Being cheaper than the houses in the city made it even better. Needing the repair work that I couldn't do myself was the big downside.”   After finishing off their coffee, Mike finally stood up and admitted “Well. It’s about that time. I need to head back. I'm very glad you had me back out."   Standing up herself, Amanda felt bold enough to go in for a hug. Mike seemed all too happy to return the hug.   After that nice moment it was time to get Mike loaded up with salsa and sauce. Plus she made sure to give him her last ready jar of pickled ghost peppers. May as well go the extra mile. She was definitely going to have to start making more.   They stood there awkwardly after it was done, neither of them completely certain what to say next.   Finally she broke the silence first: “So when is your next day off?”   With a laugh, he thought about it for a second before answering “I work a half day Wednesday, and I’m off for the weekend.”   Smirking she asked “Chicken, or a roast?”   “Hmm…. Roast.”   Going in for another quick hug, She said “I’ll see you after work on Wednesday?”   “Hah! You got me, I’ll be back on Wednesday.”   She stood by the gate as he drove away, until he turned at the end of the driveway onto the main road.   Spotting a gray squirrel on the fence, she snuck over to swipe an acorn from Johns wagon and then crept over to the fence line. By the time she got within ten feet of the squirrel, he sensed her, even though she was nearly dead silent.   And Steve ran off along the fence, jumping to a nearby tree.   Calling after him “Fine then! You have to wait for my son, you ingrate!”   Sighing as she sat on her chair on the porch, she mumbled “Great, I’m yelling at a squirrel now.” as she called Cat.   It was barely past one, but Cat was going to want to know the details of Mike coming over while they were fresh.

Those poor boys.  The University was supposed to help them become their best, and instead of showing them compassion and caring and growth, all it did was lead them to their doom.  The dean's response was cold, not even taking the time to gas light him, or explain the purpose of her actions, or to comfort him after what he's just gone through.  She had rescued the boy from forced adoption, only to have him sent off to forced adoption.  Even the bad guys got away.

Great chapter, I hope your co-worker feels better soon.   just got over the flu, bad case took 2 weeks.  I'm surprise that you used Noah's name, most would have changed it when they took him, but makes it easier for us to get the contention.🙂

Speaking for me, I’d say you’ve created a story that has sucked me in and made me very curious as to how you’re going to handle a number of issues associated with Will’s physical regression. Does he retain his adult intellect in his now infantile body?  If so, how does he adjust to his new status?  He wasn’t ABDL prior to his transformation, so this certainly isn’t a dream come true for him.  All his aspirations for a career, family, and adult freedoms have been dashed.  In that situation, I would think he would either become suicidal or completely withdrawn into himself and have no conscious interaction with the outside world.  He has nothing to look forward to except an infinite number of diaper changes for the next 60 years or however long his life is. A baby’s brain starts at about 25% of its ultimate size, is about 80% of its final size by age 3, and reaches its full size by age 5.  Will’s body has regressed to approximately age 3 at this point in the story, what has happened to his brain?  If his skull has reduced in size proportionately, his brain must now be 80% of the size it was when he was an adult.  How has that affected his intellect? If his musculature, internal organs, and nervous system have regressed to their infantile states, why hasn’t his skeletal structure also regressed to its pre-puberty condition? His parents are now in their 50’s or 60’s.  What happens to Will when they are no longer able to care for him? Even though his genitals have changed form, I don’t see how he can ever think of himself as anything other than male.  He’s been a male for over 20 years and I doubt that the lack of a penis will change his perception of himself. I’ve known or am personally familiar with individuals who are intersex, been born with developmental brain abnormalities, or have suffered traumatic brain injuries and have a great deal of empathy for them.  I’m hoping that the outcome for Will is far more hopeful than what I’ve observed in real life.