Maine

Jenny is a high powered attorney who just needs time to relax. So she decides to post a ad online offering her services to become a baby to help he relax.

I was 13 years old when I discovered the DL side of me. And you bet it was a turn-on. I used to come home from school, find a pair of old Y fronts and have a good pee and "finish off" immediately. And then came the shame & purge...until next time. Nowadays I only indulge when I get the house to myself usually for three days and two nights. My diaper time is my own alone time, and I finish off when my diaper is good & wet and messy. I'll have my morning coffee, join the chat, & sit in my wet & messy diaper until I need to have a good one. I may hang out in that diaper for a couple hours, then clean up & change into a dry diaper & plastic pants. I'll wear that diaper until it's soaked, change, rinse & repeat. Next morning, I'll repeat the previous day's diaper time. This time, clean-up will include doing the laundry, put everything away, then resume my daily life. I've never gotten into the AB side of this fetish. It has always been sexual for me.

If I remember correctly, in the first chapters we talked about a high suicide rate among RAs with very harsh diagnoses, i guess we did it to not reveal too many things, even if it is not very ethical. In the real world the opposite happens, for example with covid they instead spread fear by painting the situation much more serious than it was to make people accept the exaggerated restrictions they put in place for the purpose of social control (at least in Italy). Governments never really care about the health of citizens, they surely have other goals. However, it is realistic to think that many people who receive diagnoses of regressions similar to Peter's, may commit suicide at the thought of losing their husband/wife, job, home, etc. Not to mention that in many cases, for example, those who are abandoned by their partner and do not have parents know that they will end up in some institution. What happens if an AR has a house of his own and a bank account, i don't think the government can take his assets?

I did kinda rush this chapter a bit, so I hope this is satisfactory work for you guys! As always, criticism and any ideas for the future are gratefully accepted!    Chapter Two   “Upon the altar the child was laid Beyond was a gateway in the shape of the incomprehensible  An eye for an eye, a life for a life Nothing lay upon the altar anymore  The sky opened, and then from it came a corrupted radiance  A creature to drive out the Dark It’s form just as evil as what it sought to destroy  In our desperation, we created something we never had the hopes of controlling We wanted to scream, but we didn’t have throats  We wanted to run but we didn’t have legs We wanted to fight but we didn’t have arms We wanted to cry but we didn’t have eyes What is this thing a quiet madness made? What did we bring forth into this once cruel world? Dear gods, what have we wrought?”   -From an unknown text recovered from the abandoned city of Karthain, 100 years before The Fall Of Light       Qamikel awoke from his sleep slowly, groggily. It was cold. Very, very cold, a cold that the blankets couldn’t ward off. Qamikel had been dreaming. He couldn’t remember of what, however. Only tiny fragments. A city, maybe. An ancient one. An altar. And beyond the altar…something important. But he couldn’t piece it together. Qamikel opened his eyes slowly. It was Dark. Pitch black. In fact, somehow darker than that, a complete absence of light that physically hurt to behold.    And then, something…changed.    Qamikel’s mind snapped into a different place. He jolted backwards from the shock, his body going rigid. Qamikel’s vision went bright white as he collapsed forwards onto the floor, shaking. And then, a voice spoke. “Follow the light. Do not stray too far from it. I will return when you need me.”   Qamikel gasped for breath as his vision clouded over. It looked like there were veins pulsing at the edge of his eyes, his body trembling and his breath catching in his throat. And then, it all vanished. Qamikel tried to stand, but found that he couldn’t. His legs felt too weak.    His mind was changed. Thoughts were fading, becoming less complex. His body began to glow with warmth radiating out from his core like a fire had been lit in his chest. Qamikel’s vision finally settled. Blurry and still terribly dark, but there. His hearing was off too, muffled slightly, background sounds tuned out. The only sound he could hear was the wind, and even that was muffled into a dull whoosh.   Qamikel could feel his extremities grow number. He couldn’t feel his hands as well as he did before, his feet felt weird too. Everything just felt so weak and limp…but that was okay. As Qamikel stood on shaky legs, the dark retreating to watch him from a distance, Qamikel felt calm. Warm. A little tired still, but he could nap later.    Qamikel felt something then. Well, two things. One around his neck, one around his waist. Around his neck, Qamikel now saw a small pendant that wasn’t there before. A string of glowing orange light with a small…thing on the end. Words were harder to think of now, but it didn’t matter. And around his waist, Qamikel saw…what?    He didn’t know a word for what he was seeing. On the surface, it was…some sort of covering, maybe, around his waist and crotch. It felt nice. It felt soft and warm and fluffy, like fur but even more fluffy. Qamikel sat down on his behind, feeling the something crinkle against his skin. It felt funny. He giggled softly.    The pendant began to do something. The structure on the end, a rod surrounded by strange little shapes that encircled the rod, lifted itself off of his chest and pointed towards the door of his room. Qamikel stood. He knew he should follow where the pendant pointed. No one had told him. But he just knew he should follow it. As Qamikel stood again, light began to dance around his chest. And then, it materialized into a golden yellow and orange shirt. Much better. He’d been warm, but still a little chilly.   Qamikel stood and toddled forwards slowly, the pendant lighting the way in a small sphere of light. Everything that was on him seemed to give off light, really. Qamikel was surrounded by a sphere of light, pushing back the Dark. The wooden floor creaked softly as he walked out into the hallway. The floor was cold. The walls he softly trailed his hands along were cold too. The small lantern in the center of the hall had long since been snuffed out.   Into the living room. The chairs were broken, splintered. The fireplace cold and void of the comforting glow Qamikel was used to. In the back of his mind, too far away to register, Qamikel wondered where everyone had gone. The front door was open, and snow had blown into the room from the winds outside. The whole doorframe and a few feet away was covered in ice. Qamikel slowly walked forwards, more curious than anything.    Qamikel stepped outside, his feet softly landing on the cold, hard, snow covered ground. It was even darker out here. Qamikel had to resist the urge to look away, because even if he did, he had no other place to look but the dark. The pendant slowly moved, then pointed away from his house. Qamikel knew that the pendant was pointing him out of the village.    Qamikel left the village that day. His mind changed beyond recognition, a pendant on his neck and a diaper on his waist, he was the last hope for Light. She watched on as Qamikel walked slowly out of the village and into the dense, snow filled forest that bordered it. But as he left behind his only home, Light couldn’t help but wonder if she’d done the right thing. She’d directly changed the boy's mind, setting his emotions aside and making him want to obey what her will was. And then, she’d made him mentally a child, if not a baby. No complex thoughts or emotions, just the want to follow and obey. She’d made a promise to her father, herself and her younger brother to not mistreat her vessels. So…was this right?   Dark snarled angrily as he too watched Qamikel. Light stood, walking around the world to him and sitting down next to him. Dark looked up at her in annoyance. She smiled kindly and took one of his hands in hers. He pouted, but softened. Light pulled her younger brother into her lap, hugging him and patting his back. “Don’t be angry. It’s only a game, after all…” Dark huffed, but nodded against his older sister. From above, her father watched on, approvingly. He was just as entertained as they were.   Light released her hug, and Dark did as well, turning so that he could face the world too, but wanting to stay on her lap. She ruffled his hair playfully then pointed to Qamikel. “Why should you be so angry at the thought of losing?” She asked Dark. “He’s just a boy, after all. And you’d have to admit that if I managed to win somehow with just one person left, it would be very impressive.” Dark nodded, resting back against his sister. Internally, Light couldn’t help but hold her doubts. ‘He is only a single boy, after all…what was I even thinking? How could he have made this world the way it was again? One boy, with now the mind of a baby, against an entire world of darkness…’    Light sighed. ‘I hope I haven’t doomed him. I hope I’ve been good to him and his people. I hope I can find a way to regain this world for myself…’    Qamikel shivered slightly as he walked through the forest. The dark had only gotten more oppressive. And so had the cold. His own warmth was beginning to fade, the light remaining but the temperature dropping fast. Qamikel stopped under a tree, sitting down in the cold and resting his back against the trunk. He was getting tired. It was probably from the cold. Maybe a nap would help.    As Qamikel curled in on himself, light coursed around his mouth. And a pacifier appeared there. Qamikel didn’t seem to mind the change, instinctively sucking on the soft nipple. Warmth began to radiate back into his body, and the tension in his limbs ebbed away. Qamikel began to fall into a deep sleep. A sleep deep enough that, as his mind finally turned itself off, his bladder had a chance to release. Qamikel found himself peeing, the diaper around his waist swelling as his bladder emptied itself slowly, steadily. And when it was done, more warmth flooded into Qamikel. It only made him sleep deeper. The darkness watched on, ever present, ever observant.    That first night, really the first few hours of a new, never ending night, Qamikel slept soundly under the tree, his diaper soaked, a pacifier in his mouth and the pendant around his neck glowing strongly, warding off the Dark. 

Spencer nods. "Thank you Maria. Have a good night. I'll see you in the morning." He turns back to the TV and holds Val on his lap as she sucks her thumb.