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Chapter 34: The next couple days unfolded in a series of diaper changes, playtime, feedings and lullabies. Each day filled with a symphony of familiar sounds and comforting routines. The soft sunlight filtering through the curtains accompanied by the scent of baby powder, as Mommy, Aunty and Granny would take turns changing me in the morning, their hands moving with a practiced grace, unfastening the onesie with playful "POP! POP! POP!" sounds and revealing the aftermath of the night's adventures. The changing mat placed beneath me as they would proceed with gentle efficiency, the atmosphere filled with the soothing crinkle of a fresh diaper unfolding. The room transforming from the remnants of the night into the promise of a new day, each day seemed to blur into the next, marked by the scent of baby powder and the soft rustling of onesies. Grannies house, now a haven for toddler paraphernalia, echoed with the laughter and chatter of my family. Playful adult banter, mixed with babytalk created a surreal but oddly comforting atmosphere. As the days unfolded, I slowly started losing track of time. “How many days had we been at Grannies? What day was it? What time was it?” The questions would pop into my mind from time to time, but quickly fade again, as I would realize that it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t my concern. I didn’t have to go to work, didn’t have to set an alarm clock, Mommy would come get me when it was time to get up. Granny would make dinner when it was time to eat and Mommy would change me and put me down, when it was time to sleep. Life at Grannies was good, simply and easy. A highlight of my days was the time spent with my Jack. Playtime became a delightful interlude, filled with colorful toys, giggles, and the infectious joy of a toddler discovering the world. As I sat on the floor, surrounded by a colorful array of toys, my gaze fixed on Jack, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirled within me. The plastic blocks, soft plushies, and squeaky toys lay scattered around us, inviting exploration. One day the the plush dinosaur in my hands suddenly transformed into a majestic creature, its roars filling the imaginary landscape we were creating. The day after I pushed a plastic truck, across the floor, creating imaginary roads and landscapes as Jack's eyes lit up with wonder, and I found myself lost in the make-believe world we were constructing together Jack's contagious laughter echoed through the room, and my own hesitations were replaced by an unexpected sense of liberation. The plush toys and cars became characters in a vibrant story in the imaginary games we played. In the corner of my eye, Mommy watched with a warm smile, her eyes filled with a mix of pride and affection As Jack and I played on the floor, a sea of toys spread out around us like a vibrant tapestry of childhood, Mommy approached with a pair of baby bottles in her hands. The familiar crinkle of plastic and the soft rattle of liquid within the bottles hinted at their contents, and a subtle unease settled in my chest. My gaze shifted from the colorful toys to the baby bottles, and for a moment, hesitation lingered in my eyes. Jack, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, looked up at me with those wide, curious eyes, his small hands still clutching a plush teddy bear. Mommy, ever attuned to the nuances of our playtime, offered me a gentle smile as she handed me a baby bottle. The soft silicone nipple, a stark contrast to the hard plastic of my zippy cup that I was accustomed to. As the baby bottle met my hand, a sense of vulnerability washed over me. The crinkling sound of the bottle being squeezed, a prelude to the liquid within, echoed in the room. Jack, unfazed brought his bottle to his lips with an ease that highlighted the simplicity of the act. For a moment, I hesitated, my gaze flickering between the baby bottle and the innocent expression on Jack's face. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if awaiting my decision. And then, with a subtle exhale, I gave in. Bringing the baby bottle to my lips, the cool liquid touched my tongue, and the rhythmic sucking commenced. The act, like with my dummy once a foreign concept, quickly became second nature. Without realizing it I had exchanged by Zippy cups for baby bottles. They became a stable during breakfast, lunch and Dinner. I was no longer gobbling down juice from the hard nozzle of my zippy, I was now suckling away at the rubber nipple of my bottle, just like Jack. But I didn’t have to worry about spilling, my lips created a vacuum around the nipple as I suckled and I was able to just close my eyes and suckle away, whenever a bottle was handed to me completely carefree. Like Mommy’s sweet relaxing lullaby, “my baba” also became a stable before bedtime. In the dim room, flat on my back, tightly tucked in, with Mr. BunnyRabbit nestled close, Mommy sitting on the edge of the bed humming a sweet melody, with a smile on her lips, I would hold the bottle between my palms and suckle down the sweet liquid. "Good night, my sweet baby," Mommy whispered, and with Mr. BunnyRabbit and the rhythmic sucking, I would drift off. Morning sunlight peeked through the trees, signaling the start of a new day. Our visit to Granny's was coming to an end, and it was time to pack up and head back home. Karen and Granny finished packing the car, Jack was already strapped into his carseat, as me and Mommy exited the house and made our way down the driveway towards the car. Me dressed in an all-white onesie, yellow shorts and a extra think diaper, that was meant to last the whole ride home, hopefully keeping us from having to stop during the ride. “All set?” Mommy exclaimed, as Karen shut the trunk. “One second, Dear” Granny announced, her body sticking out halfway through the door to the backseat, clearly fiddling with something. “There we go!” She proclaimed poking her head out to great us. “Snug as a bug!”. Mom continue leading us towards the car. "Patrick, sweetheart, look what Granny got for you!" Mommy's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as Granny stepped aside, allowing me to have a look into the backseat of the car, unveiling a gigantic custom-made car seat, placed right in the backseat next to Jack. The seat was made up of a hard plastic shell and covered in a bright red couching material, the same color as “Lightening Macqueen”. The headrest, all plump and supportive, looked like it was ready to cradle my head into an involuntary nap. Adjustable straps look to be crisscrossed over the chest and waist, promising security but hinting at a restraint that was hard to ignore. It looked like a straitjacket for my adult freedom. My jaw almost hit the pavement of the driveway, as the carseat came into view and reality hit me. “My very own carseat, right in the backseat next to my BABY cousin Jack”. We would be locked in together, unable to get up or out of the car on our own. Not even able to shift our seats or grab at anything that was out of our reach. Mommy, with an anticipatory smile, gestured toward the car. "Patrick, sweetie, we've got everything set up for a safe and comfortable ride home." Granny, sensing my hesitation, stepped forward with that knowing look of hers. "Patrick, dear, it's for your safety. You know we care about you, and this is just a precaution," Granny explained, her voice a blend of reassurance and conviction. "But Granny, I've been riding in cars my whole life without needing a car seat. I'm not a little kid," I protested, my skepticism turning into a full-on debate. Mommy placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Sweetheart, it's not about age. It's about ensuring you're secure during the journey. Trust us; it's the best way." Aunt Karen chimed in, "It's just like the ones we use for Jack. Safety first, Patrick." I glanced at the car seat, feeling like it was this plushy conspiracy against my grown-up status. Granny, seizing the moment, added, "Think of it like your own little space for the ride, a cozy spot just for you." "But Granny, I'm not a kid. I can sit in the car just fine without a seat like that," I protested, feeling a bit like a rebellious teenager. Mommy exchanged glances with Granny, a silent conversation passing between them. "Sweetheart, Granny has a point. It's not about treating you like a child; it's about keeping you safe. We've got a long drive ahead, and this will just make sure you're secure," Mommy added, her voice a mix of reassurance and concern. I crossed my arms, pouting like a stubborn toddler. "I don't need to be strapped into some seat like a baby. I'm a grown man!" Granny, sensing my resistance, played her trump card. "Patrick, it's not about age; it's about safety. Think about it like a cozy embrace for the road. We just want what's best for you." However, my rebellious spirit kicked in mid-drive. "I don't want this stupid seat!" I exclaimed, throwing a little tantrum. Mommy getting down on one knee, clutching my head in her bosom, concern etched on her face. "Sweetie, calm down. It's just for your safety. We don't want you getting hurt." But I wasn't having it. I continued my mini-tantrum, arms crossed, and probably a pretty unconvincing scowl on my face. Granny, ever the wise one, leaned over and whispered something to Mommy. Their eyes met, and after a few hushed words, Mommy, with a comforting smile, said, "Alright, sweetheart. We'll make a deal. Just for this ride, okay? And then we'll talk about it when we get home." I huffed a little, feeling victorious in a small way. The car seat stayed, but the promise of revisiting the issue later gave me a glimmer of hope. I reluctantly started settling into the plushy embrace of that oversized car seat. Mommy, with her maternal determination, got down to business, fussing over the straps like she was preparing me for a rollercoaster ride. “There we go, my wittle sweetie-pie, all snug as a bug in a rug!" The crisscrossing harness felt snug against my chest and waist, like a too-tight hug from an enthusiastic aunt. It wasn't exactly suffocating, but it definitely had this "you're not going anywhere" vibe. Mommy, determined to ensure maximum safety, pulled and adjusted until every strap seemed to have a purpose. "Mommy's making sure her wittle adventurer is super-duper safe on our wittle journey," she cooed, her words a symphony of affection and over-the-top sweetness. As Mommy tightened the straps, I couldn't help but feel this gentle squishiness against my diaper. The plush padding of the seat, combined with the firmness of the harness, like my diaper was getting a cozy, unexpected hug from the seatbelt. "There we go, snug as a diaper on a baby's bottom!" I squirmed a little, trying to find a comfortable spot in this grown-up baby seat. Mommy, sensing my discomfort, gave me this reassuring smile, saying something about safety and snugness. With a final, "All set, my wittle cutie-patootie!" she patted my head, and I was officially ready for the road. After saying goodbye to Granny, which ended with her giving both me and Jack a gigantic kiss on the cheek our drive back home commenced, and there I was, wedged into that plushy behemoth of a car seat. Strapped in like a toddler on lockdown, the harness clung to me like a security blanket. But instead of feeling secure, I couldn't shake this overpowering sense of helplessness. My hands, once free to reach for the radio or grab a snack, were now confined within the restrictive embrace of the car seat's harness. Everything in front and around me taunted me, just out of reach. The rhythmic hum of the engine became a backdrop to my internal monologue. "Is this really necessary? Strapped in like a two-year-old, unable to reach for anything, not even the dignity of handling a simple road trip," I grumbled to myself, acutely aware of the babyish scenario I found myself in. As the journey continued, Mommy, reached into on of the diaper bags positioned in the bottom of the car and two baby bottles. One for Jack and one for me. Unable to reach for anything other than what was handed to me, I gladly accepted the bottle, hoping to find some comfort in the soft rubber nipple. "Here you go, sweetie. A little something to make the ride extra special." I cradled the bottle, the nipple between my lips, as I suckled away strapped the harnessed over MY oversized car seat. Sitting there, bottle in hand, Jack and I formed an unlikely duo. We sipped in unison, the rhythmic sound of sucking providing an unintentional symphony to the hum of the road. Mommy, glancing in the rearview mirror, beamed with satisfaction. As the miles rolled by the plush padding of the car seat, already compressed by the snug harness, welcomed the inevitable as I released a warm stream into my diaper. I tried shifting my weight, but found myself unable to do so, as I the harness held me tight in place and I was left with nothing to do but to wait for the diaper to soak up my accident. As the steady stream of urine continued and my diaper slowly started to swell the harness only getting tighter and tighter around my groin. In an attempt to distract myself from the peculiar circumstances, I fumbled around and found a pacifier tucked away in the pocket of my shorts. I quickly popped it into my mouth, the silicone nipple providing a sense of comfort and diversion. As the rhythmic sucking on the pacifier commenced, Mommy, glanced back, catching sight of my pacifier-clad countenance and chuckled softly. "Looks like someone's enjoying their binky. Such a sweet baby," she cooed. The rhythmic sucking, combined with the crinkling of the wet diaper, created an oddly soothing symphony. Fatigue settled in, perhaps brought on by the peculiar blend of vulnerability and helplessness. The pacifier and humming of the car, lulled me into a drowsy state. Slowly I found myself succumbing to the weariness. The plushy embrace of the car seat, the lingering warmth of the wet diaper, and the rhythmic sucking on the pacifier became a curious lullaby. With a gentle surrender, I closed my eyes and drifted into an uneasy slumber. The engine's soft hum ceased, signaling the end of this peculiar adventure. Mommy, with an affectionate grin, turned around to face me in my plushy fortress. "Good morning, sleepyhead!" she chimed, her voice a delightful symphony of baby talk. "Did my little one have sweet dreams?" All I could muster from my lingering drowsiness was a small smile, from behind my dummy, as I slowly returned from my slumber. As I tried rubbing the sleep from my eyes, the car door quickly opened and Mom greeted me with a gently pat on my diapered crotch. "Time to wake up, precious.” The harness, which had snugly embraced me throughout the journey, now became the focal point of Mommy's attention. The familiar series of clicks and pops echoed as Mommy diligently unstrapped me from the car seat. "There we go, my little explorer, all free from the snugly hugs!" she exclaimed, her hands moving with the fluidity of a seasoned caregiver. She slowly guided me out of the car, as I let out a huge yawn making my dummy fall from my mouth and onto the pavement below. "Did my sweet baby enjoy the ride? Yes, him did!" she continued, narrating my supposed delights with infectious enthusiasm. “You just go on ahead, I’ll put the carseat in the garage!” Aunty Karen proclaimed, already in the middle of unloading my new carseat from her minivan. “Thank you, Karen. We’ll tell Rob that you’re waiting outside!” Mom answered back as she lead me towards the house. “Wait a minute!? Uncle Rob is here!?” The haze finally cleared from my mind as I scanned the driveway and stopped Robs truck sitting to the far right. Mommy's baby talk persisted as she opened the front door and lead me inside. "Let's get you inside, little munchkin." she cooed, the words a gentle melody. Mommy, with an undeniable sense of whimsy, knelt down to assist me with my shoes. "Time to get those little tootsies free, my sweetheart!" she exclaimed, her hands deftly working on the laces with a playful touch. Holding a tight grip of my hand, she continued navigated through the house. As Mommy and I made our way through the house, a familiar voice resonated from the living room. "Well, well, look who's back!" Uncle Rob's cheerful greeting filled the air, punctuating the surreal ambiance with a touch of familial warmth. Mommy, undeterred greeted Uncle Rob with a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Hello, Rob! Is everything ready?” Just in time for the grand tour!" he exclaimed, falling in step with Mommy and me as we navigated through the house. My confused started to build. “What was Rob during in our house, when we weren’t home? Where are we going? What grand tour?” As we approached my bedroom, the door came into view. To my surprise, it was adorned with vibrant, colorful letter blocks that spelled out my name. "Patrick's Room," it declared. “What is going on?” I stammered, not able to take my eyes off the wooden letters that decorated the door. With a theatrical flourish, Mommy turned to me and exclaimed, " You’ll have to open the door to find out, my sweet baby!" Still in a sleepy haze from the drive and with a mixed of confusion and panicked, I carefully grabbed the doorknob and turned it, as the door swung open. I almost tumbled backwards, as my world started to swirl and my brain almost exploded. In the center of the room stood a gigantic crib, adorned with a mobile suspended from the ceiling. The mobile swirled with an array of plush racecars, gently rotating to a melody that seemed to whisper the nostalgia of childhood. The bars of the crib, painted in vibrant colors, created a playful contrast against the soft, racecar-themed carpet that covered the floor of my former bedroom. Adjacent to the crib stood my fully stocked changing table, equipped with an array of diapers, wipes, and powders neatly arranged in organizer baskets. The changing pad, still adorned with a racecar-patterned cover, matching the design of the crib and bedding. A large cozy rocking chair, with plush cushions featuring racecar motifs, sat in one corner of the nursery. The perfect spot for bedtime stories and gentle lullabies. Nearby stood a massive playpen, filled with an assortment of soft toys and plush animals. The walls, adorned with colorful racecar-themed décor, created an immersive environment that transported one into a world of childlike wonder. Cheerful racecar decals adorned the walls, creating a playful backdrop that extended the theme throughout the nursery. Mommy, with an expression of delight, gestured towards the room. "Look at your wonderful nursery, sweetie! Isn't it just perfect for my little racecar enthusiast?" she cooed, her enthusiasm adding a layer of enchantment to the already magical space. I stood frozen in a state of shock Uncle Rob, standing beside Mommy, grinned with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Mommy, however, seemed genuinely delighted as she turned to Uncle Rob, her gratitude evident in the warmth of her expression. "Rob, you really outdid yourself!" Mommy exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. Uncle Rob nodded, a proud grin stretching across his face. "I can’t take all the credit. Lot of the furniture came from C2C, but, I figured if we were going all-in on the car theme, might as well make it unforgettable. Patrick's got his very own racecar paradise now!" Mommy turned towards me, her eyes alight with joy. "Patrick, sweetheart, isn't it just perfect? Uncle Rob worked so hard to make it special for you!" Still grappling with the surreal transformation of my room, I couldn’t muster a single word. Mommy turning back to back to Uncle Rob, her voice filled with heartfelt gratitude. "Rob, this is beyond amazing. It's more than I could have ever imagined." Uncle Rob waved off the thanks with a nonchalant gesture. "Ah, it was nothing. Just wanted to add a touch of magic to Pattie’s room." As they continued to chat about the details of the nursery, my mind raced to comprehend the extent of Uncle Rob's efforts. The crib, the mobile, the changing table—all meticulously crafted Mommy, still beaming with gratitude, noticed my stunned expression. "Patrick, sweetheart, what do you think? Do you like your new nursery?" she asked, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and affection. I couldn't contain the flood of emotions surging through me as I gazed at the nursery. The racecar-themed haven felt like a mockery of adulthood. In that moment, a storm of realization and frustration erupted within me. The weight of the day's absurdities crashed down, and I felt the tears welling up. Without warning, an overwhelming surge of anger, confusion, and helplessness took hold. I trembled with a mixture of emotions, the nursery's whimsy now a source of overwhelming distress. Without a moment's notice, I found myself screaming, my vocal cords straining against the pent-up turmoil within. The raw, unfiltered wails echoed through the room, a symphony of anguish that reverberated against the racecar-themed walls. I thrashed about, arms flailing in a desperate attempt to reclaim a sense of control. Mommy, her joyous expression replaced by concern, rushed towards me, her attempts to console lost amid the storm of my tantrum. Drool dripped down my chin as incoherent cries continued to escape, my mind caught in a whirlwind of protest against the infantile fate that had befallen me. The nursery, once a whimsical haven, became the arena for my tumultuous tantrum. The toys, the crib, the racecar mobile—all transformed into witnesses to a grown man's emotional unraveling. Mommy, grappling with the sudden intensity of my breakdown, tried her best to soothe me. Yet, my screams persisted. Amidst the chaos of my tantrum, I managed to blurt out, "I'm still an adult! This is ridiculous!" My words, though muffled by my cries, carried a desperation to reassert my grown-up identity. Mommy, trying to calm the storm, kneeled beside me and responded, "Oh, sweetie" "No! I have a job, bills, responsibilities! This can't be real!" I protested, my attempts to reason drowned out by the persistent wails. Mommy, with a gentle yet firm demeanor, began to counter each of my arguments. "Darling, you’re paying any bills. Mommy takes care of everything. And you haven’t written a single word on your article, in god knows how long." I shook my head in disbelief, drool still streaming down my face. "But I can't just be a baby! I need to—" "Shh, hush now, sweetheart. You don't need to worry about anything. Not right now. You're safe and loved” Mommy interrupted, her words a gentle dismissal of my adult concerns. As the tantrum continued, I tried one last desperate argument. "I can speak, I can argue, I'm not a baby!" My tantrum had reached a fever pitch, the nursery echoing with my cries. The nursery was already a cacophony of emotions when an unfortunate realization struck—my diaper, strained by the intensity of the tantrum and the mess within, had reached its limits. A subtle warmth spread across the lower regions, accompanied by a distinct sensation of dampness that transcended the confines of the diaper. As I continued to wail and protest, the leakage became increasingly evident. The soft crinkle of the diaper, now laden with the weight of its contents, seemed to amplify the humiliating reality of the situation. A faint trickle reached the nursery floor, creating a small pool of evidence that mirrored the messy climax of my emotional breakdown. The scent of a messy diaper, once contained, now mingled with the air in the nursery. "Oh, my little one," Mommy cooed, her voice a soothing melody amidst the chaos. She reached down, delicately patting my diapered bottom as if to acknowledge the unavoidable leakage. Mommy, recognizing the predicament, signaled for Uncle Rob to step in. In the midst of my emotional storm, Uncle Rob gently scooped me up into his strong arms, his familiar touch offering a strange sense of comfort amid the chaos. My protests persisted, but my cries were muffled as Uncle Rob cradled me, his steps purposeful as he carried me towards the changing table. The changing table, with its array of neatly organized supplies, awaited like a stage for the next act in this surreal drama. As Uncle Rob gently laid me down, the soft crinkle of the changing mat beneath me seemed to amplify the vulnerability of the moment. Mommy, now wearing a look of calm determination, approached with a fresh diaper in hand. Uncle Rob, understanding his role in this peculiar routine, secured the straps on the changing table, ensuring I remained securely in place. I continued to wail, my struggles against the inevitable confinement met with the firmness of the changing table restraints. The nursery, once a place of whimsy, now transformed into a theater of vulnerability. Mommy, with practiced efficiency, began the task of undoing the tapes on my soiled diaper. The room was filled with a medley of scents—the familiar aroma of baby powder mingling with the less pleasant reminders of my tantrum-induced mess. As Mommy expertly wiped away the evidence of my emotional release unfazed by the mess and my continued protests, skillfully secured the fresh diaper in place. The nursery, once filled with the echoes of my tantrum, now carried the scent of baby powder and the promise of a clean beginning. With the changing routine complete, Uncle Rob released the straps, allowing him to lift me off the table. Despite my protests and the lingering scent of the messy diaper, they had a plan in mind—one that involved settling me down for a nap in the racecar-themed crib that now dominated the nursery. With my emotions still in tumult, Uncle Rob gently transferred me from the changing table to confines of the crib. The bars, once whimsically painted in vibrant colors, now seemed like barriers closing in around me. The plush mobile above danced with racecar motifs, casting playful shadows that added a surreal touch to the nursery's atmosphere. Mommy, with practiced ease, reached for a soft blanket and tucked it around me, a symbolic gesture to signify the transition into naptime. I squirmed against the encroaching confinement, my wails echoing through the nursery, pleading to be spared from the imposition of an unwanted nap. "Shh, sweetie, it's time for a little nap," Mommy cooed, her attempts at comfort met with my vehement protests. The fresh diaper beneath me, a reminder of the recent change. In the midst of my tantrum, Mommy's attempts to comfort me took on soothing words aiming to pacify my tumultuous emotions. "Aw, is my wittle sweetheart feeling all fussy?" Mommy cooed, her voice adopting a playful lilt as she gently guided me towards the crib. Uncle Rob, a pillar of support in this peculiar routine, stood by, ready to assist in the delicate transition. With each coo and comforting touch, Mommy's baby talk intensified. "It's naptime, my precious one. Time for a little sleepy-poo," she continued, her words a blend of affection and playful insistence. Despite my grown-up protests, Mommy remained steadfast in her commitment to guide me through this regression journey. "Mommy knows best, doesn't she, wittle one?" she added, her voice adopting a singsong quality that seemed to echo in the racecar-themed nursery. "I'm not a baby! I'm not a toddler! This... this is too much!" I shouted "I don't want a nap! I'm not a baby!" I protested, my voice wavering with a mix of anger and despair. Mommy, however, persisted with the conviction that a nap could quell the storm within. "I'm not a baby! I don't belong in here!" I pleaded, my voice strained with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. The crib's confines, once familiar in my distant past, now felt like an unwelcome prison. Mommy, undeterred by my childlike protests, introduced a pacifier into the mix. "Here's a binky for my little one. Time to hush those fussy-wussy cries," she playfully insisted, the pacifier adding an extra layer of surreal comfort to the enforced nap. With a firm yet gentle touch, she pulled the soft blankets over me, cocooning me within the crib's embrace. Her reassurances lingered in the air, but the weight of my perceived helplessness drowned out the comforting words. As Mommy continued her baby talk, she active the race car mobile above with a gentle touch. The playful shadows danced across the nursery walls, adding an odd sense of whimsy to the enforced nap. "Nighty-night, my little one. Mommy loves you," she whispered, her words a final assurance before she and Uncle Rob exited the nursery, leaving me alone in the crib. The mobile's soft melody accompanied the dimming nursery lights, creating an atmosphere of surreal tranquility. However, my tantrum showed no signs of abating. Fueled by the conflicting emotions of frustration and helplessness, I attempted to resist the enforced nap. With a burst of childlike determination, I clutched the crib bars and attempted to pull myself up. The walls, once merely decorative, became barriers, confining me within the crib's racecar-themed embrace. The realization struck—I was trapped, my adult strength no match for the confines of the oversized nursery crib. As I attempted to escape, the mobile above continued its whimsical dance, the nursery transformed into a peculiar battleground of regression. The more I struggled, the more apparent it became that I belonged in this nursery, with its cozy blankets, pacifiers, and racecar motifs. As the realization of my confined state set in, defeated sobs replaced the echoes of my tantrum. Abandoned by Mommy and Uncle Rob, the mobile continued its gentle dance above, casting playful shadows on the walls. The nursery lights dimmed further, creating an atmosphere that mirrored the emotional exhaustion that enveloped me. With each hiccuping breath, I succumbed to the inevitability of the enforced nap. The bars of the crib, once perceived as barriers, now became a strangely comforting enclosure, cocooning me in the midst of the nursery. As the sobs subsided, a strange quiet settled over the room. The mobile's melody, initially a playful tune, now served as a lullaby for me as I surrounded a nap that I had so adamantly resisted. In the dim glow of the nursery, surrounded by racecar motifs and plush blankets, I succumbed to the peculiar blend of exhaustion and acceptance. The crib cradled me in its embrace as I cried myself into an uneasy slumber.

As always thank you for your kind comments. With the amount of diapers patrick is going through its safe to say that he is in a wide variety of diapers. Some with velcro some with plastic tabs. A big baby like him cant stick to just one type of diaper 😂 Patrick is on the smaller side. Sometimes the Word crouching or kneeling is used to create more intimate moment. Also remember this is from Patrick POV mentally he May think or feel being smaller than he actually is 😅😉

Thank you all for welcoming both me and the story back to the board Don't hesitate to give your comments on the story and lets continue to move things along Chapter 33: The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, coaxing me awake from the depths of dreamland. The scent of pancakes and bacon wafted through the air, but was soon overtaken by the smell of stale urine and a very messy diaper. As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, the realization hit me – today was amusement park day. Mommy entered the room, her eyes lighting up with affection upon seeing my wakeful state. "Good morning, my little adventurer! Looks like someone had quite the night," she greeted with a playful twinkle in her eyes, seemingly unfazed by the morning surprise. The fresh morning air mingled with the aroma of a diaper change in the making. Mommy, ever the pro at navigating our morning routines, approached with a cheerful demeanor. "Mo-ni, momy!" I mumbled around my dummy, as she untangled me from my bedsheet and got busy inspecting my soiled diaper, unsnapping the crotch of my onesie one by one "POP! POP! POP!" "Oh, what a messy little boy you are. Yes him is!" She announced cheerfully, before reaching to the side of the bed, producing a small changing mat, that she proceeded to place under my diapered bum. The snap of a fresh diaper being unfurled echoed in the room, and the crinkle of plastic signaled the beginning of the morning ritual. "Ready for a fun-filled day at the amusement park?" she chimed. First, Mommy unfastened the tapes of the used diaper with gentle precision. The room held a mix of familiar scents – baby powder, wipes, and the remnants of the night's adventure. The used diaper, now containing evidence of nighttime activities, was carefully lifted away, revealing the aftermath of the night. With a stack of wipes at the ready, Mommy began the cleansing process. Each wipe was applied with a gentle touch, efficiently cleaning and refreshing with a routine born out of countless diaper changes. Once the cleaning was complete, Mommy disposed of the used wipes and unfolded a fresh diaper. The snap of the elastic and the soft crinkle of the plastic signaled the arrival of a new beginning. With practiced hands, she positioned the fresh diaper beneath me, ensuring a snug and comfortable fit. The velcro tabs were fastened with a reassuring precision, securing the fresh diaper in place. The room, once filled with the traces of the night, now carried the scent of baby powder and the promise of a new day. As Mommy completed the diaper change, her eyes met mine with a warm smile. "All done, my little one," she announced, as she guided me up from the changing mat into a seat position, where she proceeded to pull the onesie over my head and off my body, leaving me in only my new fresh diaper. "Wanna go, say good morning to Granny and Aunty Karen?" She asked excited. I tried smiling around my dummy and nodded my head up and down. "Then let’s go, sweetie. Don't forget "Mr. Rabbit": She reached under the covers and produced by trusted companion, which I proceed to cradle close to my chest, as Mom took my hand and guided me out of the bedroom, towards the kitchen, still clad in nothing but a diaper and my building puppy fat. "Moarming, gravy!" I greeted loudly around my dummy, as we entered the kitchen. "Morning, sweetheart" Granny greeted back, turning around from the kitchen table and placing colorful plastic bowl onto the dinner table. The house buzzed with anticipation as I sat at the kitchen table, the vibrant hues of my toddler-themed plate catching my eye. Mommy, with a smile that mirrored the excitement of the day, approached, her hands cradling a jar of carefully prepared baby food. The jar held a medley of flavors and textures, a concoction of fruits and cereals blended to perfection. The label, adorned with cheerful illustrations, the cartoons on the label drew my attention away from the wording on the glass. "Breakfast time, sweetie!" Mommy announced, her voice carrying a blend of affection and playfulness, as she tied a birght yellow bib around my neck and took a designated seat next me to at the table. A small baby spoon, its handle adorned with playful colors, awaited its role in this morning ritual. Mommy dipped the spoon into the jar, scooping up a portion of the creamy mixture. The aroma of fruits and cereals wafted through the air, a comforting fragrance that signaled the beginning of the meal. "Open wide, baby!" She announced, before guiding the spoon to my lips with a tender touch. The creamy baby food met my tongue, the flavors a gentle blend of sweetness and familiarity. A zippy cup, filled with diluted apple juice, complemented the baby food feast. Sips between spoonful’s added a refreshing element to the meal. As I sat there, being fed spoonful after spoonful, the house came alive with the bustling energy of Granny, Aunty, and Jack getting ready for the amusement park. Footsteps and the distant chatter formed a backdrop to what could have been any toddler household in the country "Hurry up, Susan! Karen and Jack are almost ready." Granny shouted from across the house. "Okay, mother!" Mommy responded as she feed me the last spoonful of pure, before allowing me to empty the zippy cup and wiping my mouth with the bib. "Let’s get you ready, Baby". Mommy announced, taking me by the hand and guiding me back to the bedroom. Before dressing me in my outfit for the day, Mommy once again covered me in a thick layer of sunscreen, leaving my skin a milky white color. Afterwards she produced a light yellow onesie, with a large teddy bear on the chest. "Arms up." She commanded, before pulling the onesie over my head and closing it at the crotch, sealing in my puffy but still clean diaper. Next came a pair of light green shortalls, which she guided me into, pulling them up onto my hips and snapping them securely into place across my shoulder. The shortsalls like my onesie came with snaps in the crotch allowing for easy access. The outfit was finished off with a pair of white socks. "Don't you look handsome?" Mom applauded, as I turned to see myself in the mirror. The bulk of my diaper made my hips look rounded and the extra body fat I was carrying was starting to make me look like the stay puft marshmallow man. If it had not been for my height, you could easily have confused me for any other toddler. "Oh, we can't forget this!" Mom reached around me from behind and secured a clip onto the chest of shortalls. The clip had a long string attached and at the end hung a bright green pacifier. "Can't have you losing your dummy, can we?" She smiled, before grabbing my hand and guiding me out of the bedroom. In the hallway Mommy quickly helped me into my white tennisshoe, trying a nice bow with each shoelace, before putting on her own shoes as we exited the house and made our way out into the driveway. The vibrant morning sun cast a warm glow on driveway and as our family gathered in front of the house , the anticipation of the day's adventures bubbling in the air. Mommy held my hand, her fingers entwined with mine as we approached Grannies car, a practical yet unassuming minivan, stood ready for the journey ahead. The doors slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing a black leather interior and 3 rows of seat. 2 in the front, 2 in the middle and a long row of 3 seats in the back, one already occupied by Jack's carseat, which Aunty Karen was quickly to get him strapped into. Mommy guided me towards the open door, my yellow onesie almost the same color as the warm sunrays that were blasting down from upon. I was guided into the back seat next to Jack and strapped in tightly, as Mommy planted a gently kiss on my check. "All set." She announced before closing the door and climbing into the seat in front of us. Granny occupied the driver's seat, her hands confidently on the wheel. Aunty Karen next to her in the passenger seat. The trunk looked to be tightly packed, with everything needed for the day. Including both mine and Jack's diaperbags, but only one stroller for Jack. "A stroller" I chuckled to myself. I was too old to write in a stoller. "I may be wearing a diaper....A wet diaper. But only really small babies need to ride in a stroller. I'm be enough to walk on my own." I gave myself a mental pat on the shoulder, before reaching for my pacifier and putting between my lips. "Is everyone ready for a fantastic day at the amusement park?" Granny's voice, tinged with excitement, echoed through the car. As the engine started to hum and the car sat in motion, I reached for and grabbed "Mr. BunnyRabbit" tightly. The minivan started to glide down the familiar neighborhood streets, the scenery transforming as we ventured toward the amusement park. The wind whispered through the windows, carrying with it the promise of laughter, rides, and shared moments. As the minivan merged onto the highway, a sense of unity enveloped us. The amusement park loomed on the horizon, its colorful attractions visible from a distance, inviting us into a world of whimsy and delight. Granny and Aunty, engaged in playful banter in the front seat, as the car made its way onto the highway. The sun cast dappled patterns through the car window, creating a kaleidoscope of light that danced across the interior. Mommy, with her ever-watchful eye, exchanged glances with me through the rearview mirror, before producing a small plush toy handing it to Jack. Jack gurgled with delight, as his tiny fingers started exploring the plush fabric teddy bear. Our eyes met, and in that shared moment, a silent understanding passed between us. Despite the age difference, we were on the same level, as we both clutched our respective teddy’s. As we neared the amusement park, a familiar warmth spread in my diaper. I shifted slightly in my seat, as the diaper soaked up the warm urine, leaving my skin nice and dry. After about 20 minutes the minivan slowly glided into the bustling parking lot of the amusement park, as Granny found a parking spot amidst a sea of vehicles. The engine hummed to a gentle halt, and with the twist of the key, the car fell silent. Granny, with practiced ease, turned around from the driver's seat. "Alright, everyone! We're here!" she announced, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Excitement filled the air as Jack started bouncing in his carseat, while both Aunty and Mommy let out a loud “Jubi!” The adults opened their doors and exited the car. All 3 of them looking casual smart in their summer dresses. Mommy soon arrived at my door and helped me unbuckle and get out of the seat, onto the warm parking lot. While Karen got busy unstrapping Jack, I took a quick glance around the lot, which was buzzing with large families, many with small children, some younger than Jack but many his age and dressed just like him……and me, diaper bulk and all. The trunk popped open, revealing a well-packed array of bags, snacks, and essentials for the day. Granny, ever the planner, efficiently directed the unloading process. Mommy turned to me with a smile, reaching for my hand. "Ready for some fun, sweetheart?" she asked, her eyes brimming with enthusiasm. I nodded eagerly, holding tightly onto "Mr. BunnyRabbit. Karen unfolded Jack's stroller, securing him snugly in its embrace. The stroller a bright colorful fabric with cartoon prints, held my baby cousin tightly in place, as Granny used the room below Jack’s seat to store all our essentials for the day. Jack’s diaperbag was hung on the handle by Karen and as Mommy swung my diaperbag across her shoulder we were on our way. "Look at you, Jack! All set for an adventure, too," Mommy cooed, adjusting the sunshade to shield him from the bright sunlight, before grabbing my hand tightly. With the stroller ready, we made our way towards the entrance. The distant sounds of laughter, carousel music, and roller coaster screams grew louder with each step. The anticipation bubbled within me, matching the infectious energy of the park. Granny took the lead, navigating through the crowd with a confident stride. Aunty Karen walked beside her, engaged in conversation and occasionally checking on Jack in the stroller. Mommy held my hand securely, guiding me through the sea of people with ease. As we approached the entrance gates, the vibrant colors and whimsical designs of the park's entrance arch came into view. The scent of cotton candy and popcorn wafted through the air, triggering a sensory overload of excitement. "Here we are, my little adventurers!" Granny exclaimed, her eyes gleaming as she ushered us through the entrance turnstiles. The park unfolded before us like a magical wonderland. Brightly colored rides towered in the distance, their mechanical sounds blending with the laughter and chatter of families enjoying the day. The sight was overwhelming yet thrilling, and I couldn't help but bounce on my toes with excitement. Mommy knelt down, adjusting the clip on my shortalls gently placing the pacifier in my mouth. "There we go, sweetie. Now, who's ready for some unforgettable moments?" I gave her a big smile behind the shield of the dummy, which won me a large kiss on the forehead in return. We approached the ticket booth, its vibrant colors matching the whimsy of the amusement park. A friendly-looking ticket clerk, adorned in a uniform with a name tag that read "B-uh,uh-O-B….BOB, his name was BOB!," greeted us with a warm smile. "Hello, folks! Ready for a day of fun?" Bob asked, his eyes scanning our group. Granny stepped forward, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Absolutely! We'd like three adult tickets and two child tickets, please." Bob nodded, punching numbers into the ticketing system. As he processed the request, his eyes lingered on our group, pausing slightly when they reached me. His brows furrowed in momentary confusion. "Three adults and two children, right?" he clarified, his gaze fixed on me. Granny, sensing the slight hesitation, spoke up with a chuckle. "Yes, indeed! These 2 little ones are our youngest adventurer." Bob, looking somewhat skeptical, glanced at me again. I stood there, clad in my toddler-themed outfit, clutching "Mr. BunnyRabbit" with my dummy bouncing up and down between my lips, with each suckle, which only got faster as faster, as Bob continued to scan me up and down, adding to my anxiety. The bulk of my diaper added to the illusion of a younger age. After a thoughtful pause, Bob smiled, seemingly making up his mind. "Alright then, three adults and two children. Enjoy your day!" Relief washed over me as we received our tickets, and I couldn't help but giggle around my pacifier. The amusement park welcomed us with open arms, and the ticketing hurdle only added an amusing twist to the day's adventure. Mommy ruffled my hair playfully, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Looks like someone got an extra dose of cuteness today." With our tickets in hand, we strolled further into the park, the vibrant surroundings inviting us to explore. The distant sounds of rides in motion and the sweet aroma of treats filled the air, creating an atmosphere of pure joy. The amusement park buzzed with activity, the air filled with laughter and the distant hum of rides in motion. Our group, a blend of generations, ventured deeper into the park, each step carrying us closer to new adventures. Mommy held my hand, her fingers interlocked with mine as we walked along the lively pathways. Jack giggled in his stroller, seemingly delighted by the vibrant colors and the cheerful atmosphere. Despite my initial desire for more thrilling rides, Mommy led the way to child-friendly attractions, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Look, Patrick! The Merry-Go-Round!" Mommy exclaimed, her eyes bright with excitement. She guided me towards the ornate carousel, where colorful horses pranced in a circle. "Mommy, can I ride the big roller coaster?" I asked, my eyes sparkling with excitement. Mommy crouched down, her eyes meeting mine. "Not this time, sweetie. Look, the carousel is perfect for you!" I glanced around, my eyes catching sight of the larger, more daring rides in the distance. The towering roller coasters and spinning contraptions beckoned to me, igniting a spark of adventure within. However, Mommy had other plans for our amusement park day. "Let's hop on, sweetie!" Mommy said, leading me towards the ride. Reluctantly, I agreed, as Mommy helped me onto a majestic white horse. As the carousel spun around, I clutched the brass pole, my eyes fixed on the world twirling around me. Jack giggled from his stroller, seemingly delighted by the rotating spectacle. As we circled around, I couldn't help but steal glances at the more thrilling rides that loomed in the distance. The desire for bigger adventures tugged at my imagination, but Mommy's watchful eyes kept us firmly grounded in the realm of child-friendly delights. As we strolled through the bustling park, the distant sounds of roller coasters and exhilarating screams filled the air. The yearning for more thrilling adventures continued to tug at me, and I couldn't resist sharing my desires with Mommy. "Mommy, can we please try one of the big rides?" I pleaded, my eyes wide with anticipation. Mommy, with a tender smile, crouched down to my eye level, her hand gently resting on my shoulder. "Oh, sweetie, I know you're eager, but today is about enjoying the park as a family and Jack is way too small to go on those big scary rides….And they are also WAY too high for you and Jack." "But, Mommy, I'm not as little as Jack, Jack is way littler and much more a baby than me." I protested, my disappointment evident. She chuckled softly, her fingers brushing through my hair. "Oh my, you sure are, adventurous today, Baby. Next time we’ll go on the bigger rides, but today we’ll stick with safe and fun experiences that we all can enjoy. Okay?" I pouted, my lower lip protruding. "But I want to go on the roller coaster. Please, Mommy?" I pleaded stomping my feet into the ground. Mommy's gaze softened, and she cupped my face in her hands. "I promise we'll have lots of fun on the rides we choose today. There's so much magic in these attractions, Jack loves them and I want you to do the same." With a sigh, I nodded, reluctantly accepting Mommy's decision. Despite my yearning for bigger thrills, the warmth of Mommy's love and the shared joy of the day gradually eased the disappointment. We continued our journey through the park, my hand firmly clasped in Mommy's, ready to embrace the magic of the kiddie rides, even if my heart still longed for the daring adventures that loomed in the distance. We moved from one ride to another, my enthusiasm for daring experiences met with a series of whimsical attractions. The Tea Cups, the Flying Elephants, and a charming Train Ride all became part of our day. Each time, Mommy, Karen’s and Grannies encouraging words and Jack’s infectious laugh made me enjoy the “baby-rides” more and more. In the midst of the swirling colors, laughter, and the rhythmic churning of rides, we navigated the amusement park. Despite my rather conspicuous attire—a diaper that seemed to rival the size of a toddler's and a onesie adorned with a teddy bear—I was just another face in the sea of revelers. The sun beamed down, casting a warm glow on the multitude of families bustling about. Children's laughter intertwined with the mechanical sounds of rides, creating a symphony of joy that enveloped the park. As I walked hand-in-hand with Mommy, the velcro tabs of my diaper crinkling softly with each step, I couldn't help but marvel at how seamlessly we blended into the carnival of happiness. My onesie, splashed with pastel colors and hugging my diapered form, felt oddly normal in this fantastical setting. The green shortalls, my white socks, and the plush toy I clutched seemed less like oddities and more like essential accessories for a day at the amusement park. Amid the diverse crowd, we were just another family weaving through the pathways, Granny's confident stride, Aunty Karen's infectious laughter, and Jack's occasional coos merged with the ambient sounds, becoming part of the harmonious melody that echoed through the park. Passersby, caught in the whirlwind of their own adventures, glanced at us briefly. Some wore curious smiles, while others were too engrossed in the allure of the rides to pay much attention. It was as if my oversized toddler persona was just another stroke in the vibrant canvas of this fantastical world. As we moved from one attraction to another, my occasional waddle and the bulkiness of my diaper beneath the shortalls seemed inconspicuous. As we strolled through the vibrant chaos of the amusement park, the high-pitched excitement of a young child's voice pierced the air. "Mommy, Daddy, look at the big baby!" The exclamation was accompanied by a tiny finger pointed directly at me. A hush seemed to fall around us as curious eyes turned in our direction. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, feeling like the center of attention in a crowd that suddenly became acutely aware of our unconventional presence. However, the child's parents, discerning the need for sensitivity, quickly intervened. "Honey, we don't point and stare. People might have special needs, and it's important to be kind," the mother explained to her child. Despite the parents' attempt to educate their child on empathy, the gaze of the crowd lingered. I couldn't escape the feeling of being on display, my oversized toddler outfit attracting more attention than I was comfortable with. Mommy, sensing my unease, knelt down beside me and whispered reassuring words. "It's okay, sweetheart. Sometimes people don't understand, but we're here to have fun. Their opinions don't matter. You're my special little one, and we're making wonderful memories today." I nodded, taking solace in Mommy's comforting embrace. Her words were a shield against the prying eyes and whispered comments. As we continued our adventure through the amusement park, Mommy held my hand a little tighter, creating a haven of reassurance amid the swirling sea of curious onlookers. However, as the hours passed, a subtle challenge emerged. The ever growing bulk of my diaper, concealed beneath my toddler-themed outfit, began to make its presence known. My steps, once filled with the boundless energy of anticipation, now carried a hint of hesitation. Mommy, ever perceptive, noticed the change. "Are you having fun, sweetheart?" Mommy asked, her eyes filled with genuine concern. I nodded, trying to conceal the slight discomfort. My enthusiasm remained intact, but the physical demands of the park, coupled with the bulk of my diaper, added an unexpected layer of challenge to the adventure. As we continued to explore, the struggle to keep up with Mommy became more apparent. The child-friendly rides, though enjoyable, couldn't fully satisfy the yearning for more thrilling experiences. I glanced longingly at the towering roller coasters, my desire for excitement conflicting with the constraints of the day's chosen adventures. Amid the hustle and bustle of the amusement park, our group decided to take a break. We spotted a nice, grassy lawn with scattered picnic tables – the perfect spot to rest our tired feet and refuel. Mommy, in her excitement, spread out a colorful blanket, making a cozy spot for us to relax. As we prepared to sit down, Mommy's expression shifted from delight to concern. "Oh no, I forgot Patrick's zippy cup. I can't believe I left it behind." A look of mild concern crossed her face as she surveyed the bustling food area, the lines for the vendors extending far beyond what seemed manageable. Mommy double-checked my diaper bag just to be sure, her fingers rapidly moving through its contents. The realization that the zippy cup wasn't there crossed her face, and she sighed. Aunty Karen, had in the meantime unstrapped Jack from his stroller and placed him on the blanket between herself and Granny suddenly decided to chime in. "No worries, Susan. I've got something that might work." She reached into Jack's diaper bag and pulled out two baby bottles filled with a fruity drink. Mommy's face brightened with relief. "Karen, you're a lifesaver! Thank you so much." Aunty Karen grinned, handing one of the bottles to Mommy. "The temperatures are rather high today and I thought the lines for food and drinks may be long, so I brought an extra drink for Jack, just in case. And they are even spill proof.” She chuckled. Mommy accepted the bottle with gratitude, but my eyes widened with uncertainty. A baby bottle? Surely, this wasn't intended for me. I'm a big boy, not a baby. Karen noticed my hesitation and said, "Patrick, it's just a drink. No need to start crying, see your Cousin Jack loves his baba.” She gently placed the rubber nipple between Jack’s lips, as he started to suckle almost on instinct and placing both his tiny palms around the bottle Mommy nodded in agreement, "She's right, sweetheart. It's just for today. We'll get your zippy cup next time. And look, Jack's enjoying his." While Mommy was visibly happy about the solution, I couldn't shake off the feeling that sipping from a baby bottle was reserved for, well, babies. Nevertheless, with everyone looking at me expectantly, I hesitantly took the bottle from Mommy. The amusement park buzzed with excitement around us as I held the baby bottle in my hands, its pastel colors and cute design oddly complementing my toddler-like outfit. Mommy, Aunty Karen, and Granny chatted cheerfully, as Karen continued helping Jack hold his bottle, as he sucked away, all of them seemingly unaware of the internal struggle I was facing. Looking down at the bottle, I hesitated. The plastic nipple stared back at me, a symbol of innocence and infancy. Taking a deep breath, I brought the bottle to my lips. The rubbery texture of the nipple pressed against my mouth, as I tilted the bottle, the sweet fruity drink flowed into my mouth. A mix of embarrassment and amusement washed over me, but surprisingly, the experience was oddly satisfying. The cool liquid offered a refreshing break from the excitement of the park, and a small smile formed on my face. It wasn't about being a baby or a big boy; it was about being carefree, I didn’t have to worry about spilling on myself and as I suckled away on the rubber nipple I slowly closed my eyes and leaned backwards, rolling flat onto my back, as I drank the sweet nectar while the warm sun continued beaming down us. As I continued to sip from the baby bottle, I caught Mommy's eye. She beamed with pride and joy. Aunty Karen playfully raised her eyebrows, acknowledging the small victory of overcoming my initial reluctance. As the cool drink flowed through the bottle's silicone nipple, I sipped tentatively, feeling a mix of awkwardness and amusement. Despite my initial reservations, the sweet flavor and the novelty of the moment gradually lessened my self-consciousness. After our brief break on the grass, we resumed our amusement park adventure. Granny, Karen, Mommy, Jack comfortably seated in his stroller, and me with my diaper slightly more burdened than before, strolled from ride to ride, immersing ourselves in the whimsy of the colorful attractions. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the vibrant surroundings. Laughter and cheers filled the air as families reveled in the joyous atmosphere. Next we ventured to a miniature Ferris wheel, its cheerful pastel carts beckoning us to take a seat. As Aunty Karen secured herself, me and Jack into our colorful capsule, I felt a sense of giddiness, the anticipation of the ascent building within me. The wheel creaked into motion, providing us with a gentle, elevated view of the park. As we descended from the Ferris wheel, my diaper felt heavier, and my steps became more pronounced. The repeated walk from ride to ride and all the time spent standing in line for each ride were starting to take its toll on my legs. Mommy noticed my struggle, her keen maternal instincts sensing my weariness. "Patrick, sweetheart, are you okay?" she asked, concern etching her features. "I'm fine, Mommy," I assured her, though the effort it took to keep up with the pace was evident in my slightly wobbly steps. Undeterred, Mommy led us to a whimsical teacup ride adorned with bright colors and playful designs. As we spun in our cups, I couldn't help but lose myself in the dizzying delight. Yet, the physical toll lingered, and my diaper, now thoroughly saturated, added an extra challenge to my steps. Our family continued to explore kiddie rides, each one contributing to the sense of childlike wonder that permeated the day. My initial desire for bigger thrills gave way to the infectious joy of the simpler, more age-appropriate attractions. We spent the next hours or so, wandering from ride to ride, taking in all the sounds and colors around us. Next Our journey through the amusement park brought us face to face with one of its most endearing characters – a giant yellow teddy bear, adorned in cheerful shorts and a vibrant t-shirt. The bear's friendly demeanor and welcoming gestures attracted a crowd of excited children and parents alike. “Wanna, go hug teddy?” Mom didn’t ask as much as she commanded, guiding me toward the huggable teddy bear. Jack, nestled securely in his stroller, observed the oversized bear with wide-eyed wonder, as Karen pushed him closer. As we gradually progressed in the line, the anticipation heightened. The oversized teddy bear stood tall, its furry presence radiating friendliness. The atmosphere around us buzzed with the infectious enthusiasm of families eagerly awaiting their turn for a warm, plush hug. However, amid the festive ambiance, an unexpected dilemma unfolded within me. Unbeknownst to the vibrant surroundings, a growing pressure in my bowels signaled an impending challenge. I desperately tried to focus on the lively chatter and laughter, but the urgency of the situation intensified with each step forward. Mommy, completely absorbed in the festivities, held my hand with unwavering excitement. The giant teddy bear loomed larger as we approached, its outstretched, furry arms seemingly reaching out for an embrace filled with enchantment. Yet, as we stood in the line, the pressure in my bowels reached a critical point. Panic set in, realizing that this cherished meeting might not go as smoothly as hoped. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I discreetly shifted from one foot to the other, attempting to alleviate the growing discomfort. The line continued to move, and the children ahead reveled in the joy of hugging the giant teddy bear. Glancing nervously at Mommy, I offered a hesitant smile, the internal struggle intensifying with each passing moment. I really wanted to meet “Teddy” and give him a big old bear hug, but the pressure on my bowels were building with each passing seconds. With every step I felt the pressure build and my belly bloat. Soon I felt myself let out a cascade of runny wet fart, with each step. I grabbed my dummy from the front pocket of my shortalls and quickly shoved it between my lips, hoping that my trusty comforter would aid me in my time of need, as I started suckling away, as the goal of meeting “Teddy” Finally, our turn arrived. The giant teddy bear leaned down, its plush arms extended for a warm embrace. Despite the escalating discomfort, I hesitated, grappling with the dilemma unfolding within me. The bear, unaware of the unforeseen challenge, maintained its cheerful demeanor. “Go ahead Honey. Give Teddy, a BIG bear hug” Mommy encouraged, pushing me forward towards the giant mascot Summoning every ounce of courage, I leaned into the teddy bear's embrace, desperately hoping that the discomfort wouldn't escalate further. The bear, committed to preserving the enchantment, interacted with the crowd, blissfully unaware of the unforeseen predicament. As I pressed against the bear's embrace, a familiar warmth spread through me, a sense of comfort in the midst of the rising tension. However, the brief respite was short-lived, as the pressure in my bowels reached a critical point. With a sudden surge of warm liquid, my diaper surrendered to the inevitable, as my bowels emptied themselves into the back of my nappy. A wave of mortification washed over me as I realized the catastrophic turn of events. The warmth spread throughout my diaper, confirming the embarrassing reality. I tried to pull away from the bear's embrace, but its plush embrace held me firmly in place. Despair gripped me as I struggled to maintain my composure. The laughter and chatter of the surrounding crowd seemed to intensify, as if amplifying the depth of my humiliation. I felt a tear well up in my eye, blurring my vision. With a final desperate attempt to regain control, I pushed away from the bear, my diaper now sagging low underneath my onesie and shortalls soggy mess. I turned to Mommy, my face flushed with humiliation, tears streaming down my cheeks, as the pacifier dropped from my mouth. "Mommy, Mommy! I made poppy!" I wailed, my voice trembling with distress. Mommy's eyes widened in surprise, her initial reaction of concern quickly overshadowed by the realization of the situation, as I rushed into her arms, "Oh, sweetheart, it's okay," she soothed, her voice a reassuring balm. " Did you go poppy? It’s okay, Honey, accidents happen, don’t worry." The crowd around us had paused their conversations, their gazes fixed on me. A hush fell over the group, and I felt a hundred pairs of eyes boring into me. The humiliation intensified, and I buried my face in Mommy’s shoulder, the tears continuing to flow. I could feel the warmth of my soiled diaper against my skin, fueling my embarrassment. As she took my hand leading me through the crowd and away from the scene, the whispers grew louder, and I could hear snippets of the conversation. "Did you see that? He pooped his pants!" "Poor kid, I feel so bad for him." "At least he has a loving Mommy to take care of him." The words swirled around me, adding to the chaos of my emotions. I felt like I wanted to disappear, to melt into the background and erase the memory of this humiliating incident. Mommy held me firmly, her comforting presence a beacon amidst the storm of emotions. She shushed me gently, her voice a soothing melody in the midst of the cacophony. Despite her comforting words, I couldn't shake off the feeling of mortification. The warm, damp sensation of my soiled diaper against my skin only fueled my humiliation. As Mommy lead me out of the crowd towards Karen and Granny who had observed the scene from a distance, the tears continuing to flow. The weight of the day's events, the physical strain of the park, and the unexpected mishap had overwhelmed me. “We’re going to find a changing room, he made a real mess of his Nappy. We’ll catch up with you guys.” Mom announced to the rest of the group, before dragging me towards the nearest restroom, tears still streaming down my face. In that moment of vulnerability, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for Mommy's unwavering love and support. Despite my childish outburst and the embarrassing situation, she remained my anchor, her presence a soothing balm to my wounded spirit. "Don't worry, sweetheart," Mommy whispered, her voice a soothing balm against the turmoil within me. "We'll take care of this right away." She navigated through the bustling crowd, her eyes scanning for the nearest restroom sign. A pang of anxiety struck me as I realized we were heading towards the family restroom, a place reserved for babies and toddlers. I imagined the stares, the whispers, the pitying looks. As we reached the family restroom, my tantrum slowly subsided and exhaustion washed over me, my breathing gradually returning to a normal pace. The family restroom, a refuge from the vibrant chaos of the amusement park, unfolded as a spacious haven. Soft, ambient lighting bathed the room, creating a comforting atmosphere within its confines. The walls, adorned with colorful murals depicting whimsical scenes of families enjoying the park, added a touch of playful charm to the space. As we entered, the restroom revealed its thoughtful design. A spacious area accommodated a changing mat, though, in my case, it seemed comically small for my size. The scent of baby wipes lingered in the air, a familiar fragrance that mingled with the subtle hum of the amusement park just beyond the door. “One second baby.” Mommy quickly had my changing mat unfolded on the floor and gently guided me back down onto the soft plastic covered surface. Mommy's hands moved with practiced precision, emphasizing her ability to handle unexpected scenarios. The restroom offered a degree of privacy, shielding us from the lively energy of the amusement park. The soundproofing of the walls provided a sanctuary where the occasional laughter of children outside was a distant melody, allowing us to focus on the immediate task. The bulkier diaper, evidence of the encounter with the park mascot, was efficiently disposed of in a discreet bin. Mommy, with the well-practiced routine of a seasoned caregiver, reached for the wipes and began the cleansing process, each wipe applied with a gentle touch Once the fresh diaper was unfurled, its soft crinkle echoing in the confined space, Mommy secured it with a reassuring precision ensuring the snug fit of the new diaper. The changing room door creaked open, and a mom entered, her one-year-old happily bouncing in her arms. She stopped dead in her tracks for a brief moment, as she caught sight of the women kneeling down in the middle of the charging room in the process of taping her adult overgrown toddler son into a fresh white diaper. Giggles and coos filled the air as she settled her baby on the changing mat beside ours. The colorful, cartoon-themed walls of the family restroom seemed to close in, amplifying the already palpable tension. "Hi there!" the new mom greeted, her eyes momentarily flickering between her own baby and the giant toddler laying sprawled out on the floor in front of her. Mommy, who was mid-diaper change, looked up with a warm smile. "Hello! Looks like we've got a bit of a diaper party going on here." The new mom chuckled, unfolding a changing mat for her little one. "Oh, the joys of parenthood. Diapers, diapers everywhere." As both women got on with their diaper changing duties, a playful atmosphere filled the air. Mommy smiled warmly, "Oh, how adorable is your little one! Such a cutie pie." The other mom beamed with pride, "Thank you! And your little guy here is just precious too. I couldn't help but notice your little one," the new mom finally gestured towards me with a curious smile. "Isn't he a bit big for diapers?" I shifted uncomfortably, aware that my age wasn't the typical topic of conversation for moms changing their babies. Mommy, however, took the lead. "Patrick here is our big baby. He's got his own pace, you know," she chuckled, gently nudging me. The new mom's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and amusement. "Oh, how cute! I didn't realize they made diapers that big." She chuckled. "Oh, I see! You're a big boy, huh?" she cooed at me, causing my cheeks to flush. Mommy joined in the laughter, "Yes, he is. But sometimes, even big babies need a little extra care, right, sweetie?" She winked at me, emphasizing the playful spirit of our outing. The other mom nodded, clearly enjoying the banter. "Absolutely! They grow up so fast, but we have to cherish these moments." Mommy seized the opportunity to make the situation even more entertaining. "And speaking of cherishing moments, Patrick here loves making new friends. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" I glanced at Mommy, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. The other mom played along, "Well, hello there, Patrick! You're such a big boy to be in diapers, aren't you?" I managed a shy nod, my cheeks burning. Mommy, reveling in the camaraderie, teased, "Oh, he's just a big toddler at heart. Diapers and all!" As the two moms continued their friendly banter, Mommy seized the opportunity to add an extra layer of playfulness. She turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Patrick, sweetie, say hello to the little baby here. Can you wave to your new friend?" Mommy cooed, her tone intentionally exaggerated. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I obediently lifted my hand in an awkward wave, glancing away from the amused gaze of the other mom. The crinkling of my diaper seemed to mock me as I engaged in this toddler-like gesture. Mommy, not done with her impromptu performance, continued with a giggle, "And what do we say when we meet new friends, Patrick?" I mumbled a shy, "Hi," feeling like a toddler on a playdate rather than a young man on a family outing. The new mom couldn't contain her laughter, finding the whole interaction quite amusing. Mommy, enjoying the light-hearted moment, added one more touch to the act. "Isn't he just the cutest big baby you've ever seen?" The other mom nodded, her amusement evident. "Absolutely adorable!" The two moms shared a hearty laugh, and as we left the changing room, Mommy continued to pat my diapered bottom, adding a final playful remark, "Such a good boy for waving to the baby. Diapers and all!" The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the vibrant rides and bustling crowds as our day at the amusement park drew to a close. Families all around the part slowly started to gather their belongings and prepared to leave. Mommy knelt down beside me, offering a comforting smile. "Time to go home, sweetie. We've had such a wonderful day, haven't we?" I glanced around, the colorful lights and cheerful sounds tempting me to stay a little longer. Realzing I’d spent a whole day at the park and not managed to try a single ride, that I ACTUALLY wanted to try, having spent the whole day ridding stupid kiddie rides and the fact that the the day was ending triggered a toddler-like resistance within me. I planted my feet firmly and crossed my arms, a pout forming on my face. "No go home!" I protested, my voice taking on a whiny tone, reminiscent of a stubborn toddler. Mommy chuckled, trying to soothe my protest. "Oh, but we need to go home now. We'll be back another time and next time we’ll try AAAALLLLL the big rides, I promise." I shook my head, my pacifier dangling from my lips. "No home! Want more rides!" A few onlookers couldn't help but smile at the scene unfolding – a seemingly oversized toddler throwing a miniature tantrum. Granny soon knelt down next to me, putting both hands on my shoulders. "Now, now, my little adventurer. We'll come back and have more fun next time, okay?" She cooed, attempting to ease the disappointment. “I think he’s just overtired, Mother.” Mommy announced to Granny gently moving her aside as she grabbed a firm hold of my wrist. “All the lights and sounds is a lot for such a little guy. Isn’t it, Baby?” It wasn’t a much a question as a statement. My feet dug into the pavement, mimicking the stubbornness of a toddler unwilling to leave the playground. A chorus of "No go home!" erupted from my pacifier-clad mouth as Mommy, realizing she couldn't carry her full-grown son, resorted to dragging me gently by the hand. Passersby couldn't help but glance at the spectacle – a young man, dressed like a seemingly oversized toddler diaper an all, throwing a miniature tantrum, pacifier dangling, and Mommy persistently leading the way. Some chuckled at the absurdity, while others exchanged bemused glances. My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and determination, my pacifier occasionally popping out as I protested the impending departure. Mommy, maintaining her composure, spoke soothing words, promising future visits and more exciting adventures. As we approached the exit gates, my whiny protests echoed louder. The park staff exchanged amused glances, some snapping covert pictures of the unusual scene. Mommy, with a mix of amusement and exasperation, glanced around, catching sight of sympathetic smiles and a few stifled giggles from other park goers. As we neared the exit gates, my toddler-like tantrum drew the attention of the park staff. Among them was Bob, the older male ticket clerk who had scrutinized me earlier. His eyes widened as he witnessed the spectacle, a mixture of surprise and amusement evident on his face. I locked eyes with Bob, who couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight of a pacifier-wielding "toddler" adamantly resisting departure. Mommy, though slightly flustered, shot Bob an apologetic grin, silently acknowledging the entertaining chaos. "Looks like someone's not ready to leave the fun behind," Bob quipped, a playful twinkle in his eye. Mommy chuckled, attempting to explain my theatrical display, "It's been quite the adventure today, hasn't it?" Bob nodded, sharing in the lightheartedness of the moment. "Well, they say every day at the amusement park is an adventure, no matter your age." He winked, his gaze lingering on me. "I suppose that holds true for everyone." With a final wave, we continued our march toward the exit, leaving Bob with a lingering grin. The park staff exchanged amused glances, and a few even offered encouraging smiles, recognizing the challenges of managing a spirited "toddler." As the exit gates swung open, I cast a last pouty glance over my shoulder at the receding attractions, a mix of reluctance and anticipation in my eyes. Grannies minivan awaited us in the parking lot, a cozy haven ready to transport us from the realm of fantasy back to the reality of everyday life. The distant laughter of park goers gradually faded behind us. As Mommy attempted to strap me into the car seat, my toddler-like tantrum reached new heights. I resisted with all the strength my adult-sized body could muster, making it challenging for Mommy to secure the buckles. Jack, snug in his car seat, observed the spectacle with wide-eyed fascination, his innocent gaze registering the unusual drama unfolding. "Come on, sweetie, we need to go home," Mommy cooed, her efforts to soothe me punctuated by my stubborn wails. Aunty Karen and Granny, busy packing the trunk, exchanged bemused glances but maintained their focus on the task at hand. With a final, determined effort, Mommy managed to secure the last buckle, ensuring my safety amidst the chaotic display of emotions. I sat there, pacifier dangling from my lips, a mix of frustration and exhaustion etched on my face. "Alright, little adventurer, we're all set," Mommy declared, before casting a reassuring smile at Jack, who responded with a gurgle of amusement, perhaps finding my antics entertaining. As Aunty Karen and Granny joined us, Mommy leaned against the car, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "Never a dull moment with this one," she remarked, eliciting a shared chuckle from the family. The trunk securely packed, Aunty Karen patted me on the head in a playful attempt to lighten the mood. "We've had our fill of excitement today, haven't we, Patrick?" she teased, her tone a blend of affection and amusement, closing the car door with a sense of accomplishment Granny, the ever-wise matriarch, offered a comforting pat on Mommy's shoulder. "Kids, no matter their age, always find a way to keep us on our toes," she mused, a twinkle of nostalgia in her eyes. With one last glance at the amusement park, I reluctantly settled into my seat, pacifier still in place, my tantrum slowly subsiding into a pout. The minivan's engine hummed to life, signaling the end of our whimsical adventure. As we drove away, the park's colorful lights fading in the distance In the cozy confines of the minivan, my lingering frustration began to ebb away. Mommy, ever attuned to the needs of her oversized toddler, reached into the diaper bag and retrieved a familiar sight – a baby bottle filled with a soothing concoction. The rhythmic sloshing of the liquid inside mirrored the gentle sway of the car as we journeyed back to Granny's house. "Here you go, sweetheart," Mommy said, offering the bottle with a tender smile. The sight of the familiar nipple and the comforting warmth of the beverage stirred a sense of calm within me. I hesitated for a moment, casting a glance at Jack, who was happily babbling away in his own world. The juxtaposition of the baby bottle in my hands felt strangely fitting yet undeniably surreal. As I tentatively took the bottle, Mommy's eyes lit up with encouragement. "That's it, Patrick. Sometimes, a little comfort is all we need," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody. The silicone nipple met my lips, and with each sip, a wave of tranquility washed over me. The sweetness of the liquid, combined with the rhythmic suckling, created a cocoon of serenity. The car's interior became a haven of peace, shielding me from the complexities of the world outside. Aunty Karen, glancing back from the front seat, couldn't help but chuckle. "Look at him, Susan. Our big boy finally found his peace," she remarked, her tone filled with both amusement and genuine affection. The drive continued, the familiar scenery passing by as the sun dipped below the horizon. In the gentle glow of the fading day, I sat there – a grown man in a diaper, pacifier in hand, nursing a baby bottle. As the minivan pulled into Granny's driveway, the soft hum of the engine ceased. Guided by the strong grip of Mommy, with the baby bottle still in hand, I stepped out of the minivan, pacifier dangling from my lips. “It’s an early bedtime for you, Mister” She declared while guiding me towards the house. The adventures of the day and my previous tantrum had left me groggy and unable to muster a fight. I knew that it was way too early for bedtime, even earlier than usual, but I couldn’t be bothered arguing or fighting it. The thought of being tucked in my Mommy in a warm soft bed, actually seemed like a treat at that moment and I looked forward to being sung to sleep by her soft calm voice. In the dimly lit bedroom of Granny's house, Mommy guided me towards the bed. The soft glow of the sunset worked almost as a nightlight and created a subdued atmosphere, casting a warm ambiance over the room. Despite being in my twenties, I found myself surrendering to the infantile unconventional routine. "Already wet again" Mommy announced, seemingly more to herself, as her finger passed by the by my onesie and slipped into my diaper, before she with a gentle touch, eased me back down onto the changing mat, that had been placed on the bed. The onesie, adorned with playful teddy bears and building blocks, was removed, leaving me clad only in the remnants of the day's adventures – a well-used diaper. Mommy's fingers skillfully undid the tapes with a series of delicate "POP! POP! POP!" that echoed in the room. As the used diaper was lifted away, Mommy continued her commentary in a sing-song voice, "Oh, what a messy little boy you are. Yes, you are!" The playful babytalk created an intimate atmosphere. A stack of baby wipes, scented with a subtle hint of lavender, awaited its role in the nighttime ritual. Each wipe was applied with a gentle touch, accompanied by Mommy's soothing words. "All clean and fresh now, my precious one," she cooed, her voice a comforting melody. My nighttime diaper, as always thicker and more absorbent, was unfolded with a soft crinkle of plastic. Mommy, still immersed in the babytalk narrative, ensured the snug fit of the fresh diaper, fastening the velcro tabs with maternal precision. "There we go, snug as a bug in a rug," she playfully remarked, her affectionate tone resonating with the whimsy of the moment. The onesie, now a dark blue color and adorned with nighttime designs of moons, starts and clouds, was lovingly pulled over my diapered form, completing the transformation into a bedtime-ready "toddler." With a tender kiss on my forehead, Mommy tucked me in, Mr. BunnyRabbit nestled close. “Nighty, night, Sweetheart” She whispered, gently placing a binky between my lips, before she slowly started caressing my cheek with her soft palm. As I settled into the bed, gently sucking my dummy, the voice of mommy just like the night before gently started to fill the room, the melody of a lullaby, the same as last night, calming and soothing echoed in the bedroom. She sat next to me on the edge of the bed, gently stroking my hair as she continued to sing, the volume of the voice getting lower and lower, until it was almost just a whisper. With each verse, I felt the weight of the day lift from my shoulders. The setting sun cast its gentle glow, creating a cocoon of warmth, as my eyes slowly closed and I drifted off. “Good night, my sweet baby.” Was the last words I heard, before my mind went blank.

I'm been dreaming of finishing this story at one point, so lets give it a try. I got in a stable relationship sometime ago and introducing ABDL desires and finding time for fiction writing and being allowed time for fictional ABDL story writing is not something you find in the beginning of a relationship. But we've found common-ground and I'm able to spent some time writing and enjoying my ABDL desires again, so here we go Chapter 32: “Here, I got these for him to wear.” Grannies voice rang out loud, as she entered our bedroom, just as Mom was in the middle of changing yet ANOTHER soaked diaper. “Oh, wow! Mother, where did you find those!” Mom sounded excited, as she received some unknown object from Granny. “A Grandmother never tells her secret.” Granny chuckled. “Now hurry, you two. Jack and Karen are all ready to go.” She exited the room just as quickly as she had entered. I raised my head from the changing mat, trying to catch a glimpse of the mysterious object. “Look, Baby!” Mom proclaimed proudly, unfolding the object allowing for me to have a look. “Swimming diapers! You’re all set for the beach now!” In her hand was a diaper looking object, but the outer layer seemed to be covered in a strange dark blue outer layer and decorated with every imaginable sea creature. As Mom placed it underneath me, it seemed much thinner than my regular nappies and the tapes seemed to have been replaced with Velcro, as she closed my new “underwear” around me. “Up,up!” She guided me off the changing mat. “Now, baby. These are special nappies, meant only for the beach. They don’t soak up your accident, but will keep your poopoo’s inside. So please try to be a big boy and don’t go peepee until we get to the beach, okay?” I nodded my head slowly, as Mom produced a white and blue stripped t-shirt and slid it over my head. “All good and ready to go!” She announced. “No pants?” I questioned. Grannies beach was located just behind the house and was mostly private, but I still didn’t feel totally comfortable going out in “public” with NOTHING covering my diaper. Mom didn’t even bother to give me a verbal answer and simply took me by the hand and led me out the bedroom and out into the hallway. After my complete humiliation earlier that morning, the adult had decided that a day on the beach, playing in the water, building sandcastles and soaking up the last of the summer sun was just what we all needed and who were I to argue. I used to love going to be beach, especially after I started going to the gym regularly and eating healthy. Showing off my tan and shredded physic to all the chicks tanning on the beach, used to be a highlight of my summer. But something told me, today’s beach trip would be very different. Not only were my usual boardwalk short replaced with my new swim nappies, but my physic sure wasn’t anything to brag about any more. Having had a look at myself in the bathroom mirror earlier, while Mommy was drying me off after my bath, I concluded that I had at least dropped 5-7 kilos of muscle and seemingly put it all back on in pure fat, IF NOT MORE. The high calorie babyfood and lack of real exercise was really starting to leave its mark on my once shredded body. On top of my less than impressive physic, the thick layer of factor 50+ sunblocker that Mom had insisted on rubbing onto every naked part of my body, was sure to remove any chance I had of getting a tan that day, whatsoever. We met up with the others at the front door. All three women were dressed in light, colorful sundresses. All sporting large sunglasses and with the dresses just thin enough for you to be able to spot their beachwear underneath. But they weren’t the only ones who were matching, to my surprise Jack and I were wearing the exact same outfit, complete with matching swim diapers and heavy coat of sunblocker. Karen was carrying Jack on her hip and his diaper bag across her shoulder, while Granny had a large beach bag slung over her shoulder and parasol in her arms. “Let’s get going!” Mom proclaimed picking up my diaper bag and throwing it over her shoulder on her way out the door. The beach was only a 5-minute walk from the house. We walked along a sandy path that moved between the tall grass. The sun was shining down, but wasn’t particularly strong, barely with enough power to really warm up the sand beneath our feet and surely not strong enough to justify the 3 coats of sunscreen that both me and Jack were covered in. We followed the sandy path for a short while, until the smell, sound and fresh air of the ocean hit us all in the face, as the tall grass started opened up and revealed the beach and ocean right in front of us. Grannies part of the beach were fairly private, way off in the distance you were able to spot a few figures swimming and tanning, but otherwise no one else seemed to be around. Karen and Mom soon had a large blanket spread out on the sand, as Granny finished setting up her large parasol. Karen emptied her beach bag, letting several buckets and other beach toys scatter around the blanket. All three women stripped off their sundresses, revealing their bikinis underneath, before helping me and Jack pull our shirts off. “I’m gonna go swimming!” I proclaimed loudly turning and starting a mad dash for the ocean. “Not so fast, Mister!” Grannies voice rang out stopping me dead in my track. As I turned to face her, she was already in the middle of blowing up a pair of swimming wings in a bright orange color. “You’re not going anywhere near the water, without these.” She ordered in-between blowing air into the water safety measured, meant for toddlers or young children not yet familiar with the ocean or swimming techniques. “But, I know how to swim! I do, I do!” I argued. I used to be a great swimmer and on holidays I used to love going scuba diving or snorkeling. I my “former life” I would have descripted myself as a fish in water, but Granny clearly didn’t see that being the case now, as she approached me and guided my hands through each of the air filled wings, sliding them up my arms and onto my bicep (or where my muscular bicep used to be, at least). The large airbags didn’t allow me much movement of my arms, as they were kept far out from my body, making my stance rather awkward. “There you go, now you can go play. But don’t go further away than we can see you and no deeper than your belly button. Are we clear!?” “Yes, Granny.” I mumbled in defeat, turning and toddling my way towards the water, which soon hit my toes. The sun beat down on my face, its warmth barely penetrating the thick layer of sunscreen that coated my skin. I stood at the edge of the ocean, the cool sea breeze tousling my hair, and gazed out at the vast expanse of water before me. My heart pounded with excitement as I prepared to plunge into the refreshing depths. Granny's voice echoed in my mind, "Don't go further than we can see you and no deeper than your belly button." I nodded, silently promising to obey her instructions. With a deep breath, I waded into the water, the cool waves lapping at my ankles. The neon orange swimming wings, which made me feel like a toddler, hindered my movements, but I pressed on, determined to enjoy the experience. As I ventured deeper, the waves grew stronger, pushing me back and forth. The floaties bobbed up and down, making it difficult to stay afloat. I struggled to keep my head above water, my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly, I felt a strong wave crash over me, submerging me completely. I panicked, thrashing my arms in an attempt to break free from the water's grip. But the floaties held me captive, hindering my efforts. Just as I thought I was going to drown, a pair of strong hands grabbed me under the arms and pulled me to the surface. I gasped for air, my lungs burning. As the saltwater washed from my eyes, the shadow and outline of Granny came into view. Her hands locked tightly under my armpits, as she held me firm stopping me from going under again. Her expression was stern. "I told you not to go deeper than your belly button," she scolded. Tears started forming in my eyes, the shock of nearly drowning and the firm tone of Grannies voice was more than my mental state could take. The salty tears started streaming down my cheeks, mixing with the natural salt of the ocean, as I belted out a large cry. Grannies toned quickly changed, her expression and face relaxing becoming more soft and nurturing. "It's okay, sweetie,". Her tone softening. "But next time, you need to listen to me. The ocean can be dangerous for a little boy, if you're not careful." "I think you've had enough fun for one day". She grabbed by wrist tightly guiding me towards the beach through, as the water got lower and lower, tears still streaming down my cheeks, as I hyperventilated and struggled to catch my breath. Back on the beach, she guided me to sit down on the towel next to Mommy, who had awoken from a light slumber just in time to catch the scene of Granny scolding me and saving me from the ocean. "Oh, my poor baby". She comforted, while gently removing the floaties, as I felt a sense of relief as they slipped off my arms. She soon had me wrapped tightly in a warm, fuzzy and dry towel, while clutching me close to her almost bare chest as I finally felt my breathing slow down and the tears coming to a halt. The warmth of the towel enveloped me, providing a sense of security as Mom held me close. My heart still raced from the near-drowning experience, and Granny's scolding echoed in my mind. The salty tears had left streaks on my cheeks, but Mom's comforting embrace began to soothe my frayed nerves. "There, there, sweetheart," Mom cooed, rubbing my back gently. "Granny just wants to keep you safe. You had a little scare, but Mommy's here now." Her words were a soft lullaby, calming the storm inside me. As I nestled against her, Mom reached into the beach bag and pulled out a colorful sippy cup filled with juice. The sight of the zippy cup, a clear sign of my regressed state, made me feel a strange mix of embarrassment and resignation. Mom held it to my lips, and I obediently sipped the sweet juice, the familiar taste a small comfort amid the surreal circumstances. After quenching my thirst, Mom slowly laid me down on the towel, and the soft sand beneath felt surprisingly comforting against my back. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore served as a lullaby, and the gentle rustle of the parasol provided a soothing backdrop. Mom stroked my hair tenderly, and I felt my eyelids grow heavy. The combination of the sun's warmth, the ocean's calming melody, and the emotional strain of the traumatic experience began to weigh on me. I succumbed to the drowsiness, drifting into a light, uneasy slumber. As I came out of my slumber, a all too familiar warmth surrounded my midst and spread around my diaper area. The realization hit me as I slowly awoke — I had messed my swim diaper in my sleep. The shame and embarrassment washed over me, I was laying on a public beach wearing nothing but a messy swimdiaper, completely exposed to the world. I slowly started to panic but soon found a strange calm wash over me, as my regressed state left me feeling oddly indifferent. I was too tired and mentally drained to process the situation fully. Mom must have sensed the change in my breathing because as I opened my I was I greeted with a knowing smile, as she gently stroked my hair. "Oh, did someone make a little mess during nap time?" Her tone was teasing, carefully concealing any hint of disappointment. I stayed sprawled out flat on my back, but could see from the corner of my eye a small changing mat emerge from the diaper bag, as Mommy laid it beside me as she got ready to go to work. The unfastening of the Velcro tabs released the distinct aroma into the sea breeze. Mom's hands, deft and gentle, navigated the cleanup with practiced ease. She spoke in soft tones, a melodic hum accompanying her motions, creating a cocoon of reassurance amidst the public beach. "Alright, sweetheart, let's get you all cleaned up," Mom cooed, gently raising my bum off the soiled nappy. The wipes, cool against my warm skin, meticulously removed any traces of the messy accident. Mom's fingers moved with precision, turning a potentially embarrassing moment into a tender act of caregiving. Each motion was deliberate, each wipe a gentle caress. This process, once awkward between us had become a moment of gentle care between Mom and son or Mother and Baby. Mom's eyes, filled with maternal love, locked onto mine, conveying a silent understanding and acceptance. Once the cleaning was complete, a fresh swim diaper emerged from the bag. Its Velcro tabs were secured snugly around my waist, the soft crinkle announcing the completion of the diaper change. Mom planted a tender kiss on my forehead, her expression a blend of maternal love and playful affection. As I lay there, diapered and refreshed, Mom cradled me in her arms once more. The beach became a surreal canvas of my regressive journey, the golden sun casting a warm glow over the scene. The laughter and distant waves enveloped us, creating a bubble of unconventional normalcy. In the distance, I spotted Aunty Karen and baby cousin Jack returning from their aquatic adventures. Karen's sundress clung lightly to her damp skin, and Jack giggled in her arms, his tiny fingers reaching out towards the colorful beach toys scattered on the sand. Mom, who had been keeping an eye on me, turned her attention to the approaching duo. "Looks like someone had a blast in the water," she remarked, a playful twinkle in her eyes. Karen grinned, her eyes reflecting the shared joy of the beach outing. "We did indeed! Jack loved playing in the gentle waves," Karen replied, adjusting her sunglasses. Jack, now seated on the beach blanket, seemed eager to continue exploring the world around him. His wide eyes took in the surroundings, as he giggled and bounced on his swimdiaper. I didn't seem liked he had needed a change during our time on the beach, meaning Jack had been able to keep his swimdiaper clean longer than me. Granny, having been busy organizing the beach paraphernalia, looked up and greeted them warmly. "Well, it seems everyone's had their share of fun. How about we start packing up and head back home? We should get dinner cooking very soon." The prospect of returning home for dinner stirred a mix of hunger and anticipation. The sun, now casting long shadows along the shore, signaled the end of our beach escapade. Mom gathered the scattered toys into the beach bag, and Karen assisted with folding the blanket. "Alright, beach explorers, time to head back home!" Granny announced, her commanding yet affectionate tone rounding up the beach expedition. Aunty Karen scopped Jack into her arms, as Mom took a firm hold of my hand, as our little family, carrying bags, towels, and parasol, began the short trek back along the sandy path, leaving the beach behind. The journey back was a leisurely stroll, the warm breeze rustling through the tall grass lining the path. Jack, carried by Aunty Karen, gurgled with delight, occasionally pointing at seagulls soaring overhead. Despite being in a fresh and not yet soaked diaper, I felt myself waddle along next to mommy, finding it hard to keep my footing, my thighs rubbing against each other. Once back at the house, it didn't take long for Granny have the home smelling like a professional kitchen. As Aunty and Mommy got me and Jack changed into a pair of regular diapers and matching light blue onesies with cartoon prints and a pair of while bibs to keep our clothes clean during the feeding to come. Granny, with years of culinary expertise, effortlessly moved around the kitchen, a dance of familiarity and love. Her apron, adorned with a nostalgic pattern, told tales of countless family dinners and cherished moments shared around the table. As the savory aroma of the main course wafted through the kitchen, the rhythmic sound of her chopping echoed, creating a culinary prelude to the family feast. As Mom lead me by the hand into the kitchen, followed by Karen carrying Jack, we caught a glimps of Granny in the corner of the kitchen, her expert hands crafting a vibrant array of homemade baby food. Fresh fruits and vegetables were meticulously transformed into purees, their vibrant colors promising a palette of flavors for the infantile palates. Once I would have longed for a juicy steak, with gravy but now the thought of fresh fruit and vegetables seemed like a feast compared to the usual premade glass babyfood. Mom placed me on a nearby chair at the dinner table, as she went to grabs some drinks from the fridge. Beside me, baby cousin Jack sat on Karen's lap, his eyes wide with wonder at the culinary symphony unfolding before him. "Alright, my little ones," Granny cooed, her affectionate tone weaving into the kitchen's ambiance. "Let's get those tummies ready for dinner, shall we?" Mom produced a baby bottle filled with a unknown mixture and handed it to Karen, while Granny placed two bowls of unknown mush onto the table infront of us. The bottle, adorned with playful patterns, became the focal point of Jack's attention. On my end, Mom placed a zippy cup filled with cold juice onto the table, before taking a seat next to me. Meanwhile Granny had taken a seat next to Karen and Jack and with a small spoon in hand, began the culinary exploration with her son. She scooped a dollop of the homemade baby food and gently guided it into Jack's waiting mouth. His eyes widened with delight at the burst of flavors, and a contented hum escaped his lips. As Jack contentedly swallowed spoonful after spoonful of green mush and suckled from his baby bottle, Karen provided gentle encouragement and playful interaction. The choo-choo sound accompanied each spoonful, and Jack's tiny hands occasionally reached out, forming a delightful mess on his bib. Mom, attuned to the nuances of our regressed routine, sat beside me. She held a small spoon in her hand, loaded with a colorful blend of homemade baby food. The anticipation in her eyes mirrored my own excitement, and a nurturing smile played on her lips. "Alright, sweetheart, it's time for a delicious meal," Mom cooed, her voice a melody of care and affection. "Gentlemen, starts your engines!" she announced, making humming car noises as the spoon approached my mouth. With each spoonful, Mom masterfully mimicked the sounds of an car, adding a whimsical touch to the mealtime routine. The gentle hums and vroom-vroom noises created a playful atmosphere, transforming the act of being fed into an entertaining adventure. As the spoon approached, she would make engine revving sounds, prompting me to open my mouth with a giggle. The combination of the delicious baby food and the imaginative car sounds turned an ordinary meal into a delightful experience. The first spoonful of the colorful blend danced on my tongue, a burst of fruity and savory notes teasing my taste buds. Mom, with a twinkle in her eye, continued the car-themed feeding, adjusting the pitch of her engine revving sounds to match the rhythm of each spoonful. "In the pit stop, we have a sip of juice!" Mom declared, introducing the zippy cup to the culinary performance. The cool, sweet juice provided a refreshing interlude between bites, creating a sensory symphony. "Zoom, zoom! Time for a pit stop," Mom declared, as she guided the spoon into my mouth. The sips of juice from the zippy cup added a rhythmic beat to the playful car sounds, turning the feeding process into a whimsical dance of nourishment and laughter. As the feeding continued, Mom's attentiveness and creativity became apparent. She adjusted her playful car noises to match my reactions, eliciting laughter and delighted squeals. The bib, adorned with playful patterns, served its purpose as a practical shield against potential messes. As both me and Jack laugthed and giggled our way through the bowls of babyfood, the kitchen transformed into a stage for shared joy and transcended the boundaries of a typical family dinner. As Mom scooped the last bit of mush from the bowl and loaded it into my open mouth, I couldn't help but look back on the time not so long ago, when I hated the taste and substance of the terrible babymush. Once I longed for the taste of steak, but now I found being spoonfed fresh puree by my mother, with a bib around my neck and what I'm sure would be a wet diaper between my legs, a highlight of my day. Getting to spend time with Mommy, as we played and made car noises, filled me with a warmth and joy. As the last spoonful was savored, Mom concluded the playful mealtime adventure with a triumphant "Vroom-vroom! All done!" Looking to my right, I could see that Kare, Aunty and Jack was also done with his feed and I locked eyes with Jack, as Mom used the last clean part of my bib to wipe the remaning mush from my lips and chin, before remomving it from around my neck. "You're such a good boy, yes you are!" she teased, giving me a small "boob" on the nose, before guiding me down from the chair. "I'll get this cleaned up, if you get those two to bed, when we can have our dinner" Granny announced as she started removing the bowls from the table. I didn't know what time it was, but judging by the sunlight still coming through the kitchen window, it was still early in the evening. But I didn't bother to argue, I felt tired and drained from all the fresh air and warm sun and silently let Mommy guide me out of the kitchen and towards our bedroom. Placing a light palm on my onesie, Mom concluded that a change before bedtime was not needed and she proceeded to tuck me into bed, making sure to swaddle the blanket tightly around me, before producing and placing a fresh pacifier between my lips. As I settled into the bed, gently sucking my dummy, the voice of mommy gently started to fill the room, the melody of a lullaby I once knew but couldn't quit put my finger on, started to echo in the dark bedroom, as her voice, a soothing cadence enveloped me in a cocoon of comfort. She sat next to me on the edge of the bed, gently stroking my hair. With each verse, I felt the weight of the day lift from my shoulders. As the last notes of the lullaby hung in the air and my eyes slowly started to close, Mom reached out of my view and produced my beloved "Mr Bunnyrabbit" placing it next my head, before pressing a tender kiss on my forehead. She exited the room, leaving the door just opened enough for a small beam of light to pass through and cast a warm glow on my face. The room, now immersed in a peaceful stillness, became a haven where the challenges of the day melted into the gentle embrace of bedtime tranquility. In the hushed aftermath of the lullaby, my eyes closed all the way and my breathing slowed down, as I suckled on my dummy, succumbing to the serenity that surrounded me. As I slipped into a deep slumber, I felt a trickle of warm urine leave my body and get absorbed into the thick padding of my nappy.

Just dropping by to let you know the story is not dead. Shortly after new year I moved across country and also started a new job, which been taking up a lot of my time and energy. Hoping to continue the story in the near future, when my schedule allows it.

Its not been forgotten don't worry. We're nowhere near the end of the story.

Happy new year! Here's a short one scene chapter to bring you into 2022 and hopefully better timers. Chapter 31: The light was shining through the large window in the bedroom, as my fuzzy mind started to wake and my eyes slowly opened. “POP, POP, POP!” I tried wiping the sleep from my eyes with both my closed fists, as I heard the tear from the tape of my diaper being ripped open and felt the fresh morning air on my genitals. “Only wet this morning. Uh, I don’t envy your Mommy having to change that messy diaper later.” “That wasn’t Mommies voice!” I thought as my eyes shot open and I looked down, seeing Aunty Karen in the middle of changing my sodden overnight diaper. “Morning, Honey. Did you have a goodnights sleep.” “Not, Mommy!” My fuzzy and shocked mind were scrambling to find words to express itself, as Karen removed the used diaper from under me and put a new one it its place. “Oh don’t worry, Baby. You Mommy is in the kitchen watching Jack and getting you Din-Din ready.” She closed the fresh diaper around my waist and snapped the crotch of my onesie back up. “You wanna go find her!?” She asked excited, reaching out and allowing me to grab her hand and pull myself out of bed and onto the floor as we made our way out the room and into the hallway, heading for the kitchen. In the kitchen we found Granny with Jack hanging on her hip as she bounced him up and down, making funny sounds and making him laugh out loud. Mommy was just finishing setting the table for breakfast, as she turned and saw us. “Oh good morning, my sweet darling. Did you have a good sleepy?” She approached and hugged me tightly, before guiding me towards the table. “You slept like a stone I can tell you.” “He slept like a real BABY, I’ll let you know. His diaper was soaked. But no mess.” Karen noted, while taking Jack from Granny and sitting down with him in her lap at the table. “Oh, no messy diapi last night?” Mom questioned while tying a bib around my neck. “Nope. Not even a little. You’re in for a treat later, I’m sure.” Karen chuckled, as she got started feeding Jack another glass for unknown mush. “I hope you’re not constipated.” She started rubbing my stomach through the onesie. “Is your tummy okay?” She didn’t really expect and answer that was clear, as she popped the lid off of several jars of mush and started shoveling it into my mouth, barely giving me time to breath between spoons. It didn’t take long for Mom to empty several jars of baby food into my mouth, allowing me to wash it all down with two large sippy cups of ice cold milk. When all that was left on the table were 5 empty jars Mommy finally put the plastic spoon away and gave me a chance to catch my breath. My tummy felt ready to burst and I feared that my bloated stomach would tear the tapes of my nappy. “Has he still not messed himself.” Granny entered the room, she had left at one point during my feeding to get changed for the day and she now returned to the kitchen wearing her hair in a tight bun, a form fitting black dress and a white pearl necklace. She looked extremely stylish and elegant for a woman her age. “No, nothing yet and he usually makes his morning messies while eating.” Mom gave me a concerned look and once again placed a hand on my tummy and rubbed it through the fabric of my onesie. “He must be constipated, let Granny take care of that.” Simone started going through the different kitchen cabinets, pulling out several bottles. “Come on, Honey. Let’s go join Jack and Aunty in the living-room.” Mom took my handed and guided me out the kitchen, not allowing me to see the result of Grannies search. My tummy felt very tight and swollen as I waddled alongside Mom into the living-room. Mom took a seat on the edge of the couch and had me sit across the lap, as she once again placed her palm on my stomach and started rubbing it in circles. “Oh, Baby. You’re completely bloated.” She continued rubbing my sore gut, as the tightness in my lower abdomen only got worse. I couldn’t figure out why my tummy was suddenly hurting like that and all I wanted was to relieve the pressure building inside of me. “Here, give him to me, Susan.” Granny entered the room carrying a sippy cup of milk and headed straight for Mommy and me on the couch. “I got just what your big baby needs.” She took a seat next to Mom and used her free hand to guide me off Mommies lap and onto her own knee’s making me sit facing her and staring right into her eyes. “Here, Patrick. Drink this for Granny.” She handed me the sippy cup which I gladly accepted and stuck the nozzle into my mouth. To my surprise the milk that started flowing down my throat wasn’t cold but rather lukewarm and had a rather stranger aftertaste. After gulping down a couple large sips, I removed the nozzle from between my lips. “This taste funny.” “Ah,ah,ah.” Granny were quick to respond, guiding the nozzle back into my mouth. “You drink it all for Granny, it will make you feel all better.” “Patrick, Honey. Drink it all for Granny Simone. Show her what a big boy you are.” Mom encouraged me with a big smile. “I think that ship has sailed, a long time ago, Dear.” Granny quickly responded, while placing one hand on the bottom of the cup, pushing it upwards and forcing me to lean my head back and drink the weird tasting mixture at an even rapider pace. Finally, the last drop of “milk” entered and ran down my throat as I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the bad aftertaste my “morning drink” had brought with it. I made several weird faces, like someone who just sucked on a lemon, as Granny took the cup away from me and handed it to Mommy, who proceeded to put her nose to the nozzle and take a deep breath, before flinching. “Oh my! Mother, what did you put in his zippy cup and why is it warm.” Granny who had now started bouncing me up and down on her knee’s, to the best of her ability slowly turned her head towards her daughter. “Oh, don’t worry Susan. I simply warmed some of his milk and added a double shot of castor oil. That’ll get his bowels working in no time and should loosen up whatever is backing him up.” She continued bouncing her knee’s. “Go on. Come on. Ya, there we go. Show Granny what a big baby you are.” She encouraged, while bouncing her knee’s even harder, almost stomping her foot into the floor with every bounce. I felt my stomach twist and turn, my bowels tying knots on itself, as light sharp cramps started shooting through my body. “Pleeeeaaaaasseeeeeee, Granny. I don’t feel good.” I cried out, clutching my gut. “Sssshhhh,sh,sh. There will be no crying here.” She hushed, while producing a light blue dummy, which she placed between my lips, shutting down my plead for help or relief. Trying to take my mind of the terrible and uncomfortable situation that I found myself in, I started staring around the room, not wanting to keep eye contact with Simone and I soon spotted Jack crawling towards us, before grabbing a hold the couch with one hand and awkwardly pulling himself to his feet, while offering me his teddy bear rattle that he had been clutching in his other hand. “Oh, Jackie! What are good boy you are, trying to comfort your cousin!” Karen applauded her son. “Say thank you, Sweetie.” Mom instructed, clearly expecting me to accept the offering made by Jack. “Fank ou, Tjak!” I managed to mumble around the nipple of my dummy, as I awkwardly accepted the infantile toy, right before Jack let go of the couch and plopped onto his diapered bottom and let out a loud laugh. The rumbling coming from my stomach, was enough to drown out the rattling coming from my new toy, as the cramps and shooting pain intensified and was only reinforced by the constant bouncing from Grannies knee’s. “It won’t be long now.” Granny proclaimed, as she ran her fingers across my bib that I was still wearing from breakfast. “Mommy’s boy, huh?” She read the text on the bib out loud. “You wanna prove that you’re also Grannies big baby? Go ahead. Show Granny how much of a baby you are and make a big messy poopoo in your nappy. Come on, go poopoo for Granny.” I didn’t want to mess myself right then and there, sitting on my grandmother’s knee with most of the family watching me intensely. The last time she saw me, I had just gotten my degree and was ready to start the next chapter of my life, be on my own, start a career and maybe even a family. Find a wife and have children of my own. Then she was expecting me to make a her a Great Grandmother within few years. But now, now she expected me to mess myself while bouncing up and down on her knee’ sucking my pacifier and shaking a teddy bear rattle. If I had a choice, I would have jumped off her knee and made it clear that I did not feel comfortable sitting on her knee’s at my age. But as I felt my bladder let go and warm urine soak into the front of my diaper, it became clear that my age was not the one that I thought it was. As I soaked my diaper right then and there, it didn’t seem so unnatural for me to be in that exact position and as I felt a sharp cramp shoot through my lower abdomen, I knew the battle was lost and I was about to give Granny her wish and show her that I was nothing but a “Big MESSY BABY”. “There he goes!” Granny proclaimed loudly, as my bowels finally relaxed and a avalanche of warm runny poo into the back of my diaper and as Granny continued to bounce me up and down, it seemed that there were no end in sight, as the mess spread up the back of my diaper and in between my thighs, mixing with the warm urine already soaked up by my protective padding. “Oh my goodness. You’re a real poo factory, aren’t!?” Granny remarked with a chuckle, as I continued to mess myself right then and there on her knee. I didn’t even bother to care about her taunting remark. The pure joy and relief of finally emptying my sore tummy was all that mattered to me at that moment. The world around me had disappeared, as I entered a state of pure bliss finally feeling empty and relaxed again. I let out a loud chuckle, letting my pacifier drop my mouth, followed by a string of drool that rolled down my jaw and onto my bib, as I shook MY teddy rattle in excitement and happiness. I finished off by letting out a huge runny fart, that caused the whole room to chuckle, before finally opening my eyes, returning to the real world once again and finding myself staring right into the eyes of Granny Simone. “There we go. That’s Grannies big messy, messy, MESSY baby.” She whispered, stopping the bouncing movement, finally letting me settle down on her knee’s in my RUINED diaper. “Well. My work here is done; I’ll leave the clean up to you.” She turned and addressed Mommy, motioning for her to take me away. “Of course, Mother. Thank you so much.” Mom reacted without hesitation, grabbing both my hands and guiding me off Grannies knee’s, before she started leading me out the room. “Say thank you to Granny.” She instructed just as we reached the door. I felt a single tear run down my cheek, having come to term with the humiliation I just had to go through, as I turned my head. “Tha-nk. You. Gran.ny Sim.mone.” I mumbled, before Mom dragged me out the room and towards the bathroom for a clean-up and a nice long bubble bath.

I don't expect you'll have to wait this long for the next update ? I've been making some major changes in my life since the last update was posted, this includes a new job and new apartment across the country, which I'll be settling into at the beginning of the new year. My new job should put a lot less pressure on my and allow me to get back to things I enjoy, such as writing this story so hopefully I'll be able to continue and maybe finish the story 2022. Thank you for your interest and thoughts. ? Out of curiosity, where do you think "it is going"?? ?

Chapter 30: Both Mommy and Aunty Karen opened their separate doors and exited the car, leaving me and Jack alone in the backseat. “There are my girls!” a familiar voice rang out. I was still sunk into my seat, trying to hide my mess and shame and didn’t dare to look out the window, but I could hear some faint distinct chatter going on, before my side door suddenly swung open. “OH MY GOD! What have happened here!?” Mom’s eyes damn near jumped out of her head as she opened the door and got a good look at the mess I had made of myself. “Oh, Honey! Your clothes are all ruined, what a mess you’ve made!” She stopped for a taking, sniffing the air a couple of times, as the reality of my situation really hit her- “And it doesn’t smell like its only on the outside you’ve made a messy.” “What are you talking about, Susan? Let me have a loo-OH MY GOODNESS!” My face turned fire-red as my Grandmother Simone almost pushed my Mom out of the way and stuck her head through the open car door and spotted me in all my messy glory. “That’s a messy diaper boy, if I ever saw one. We need to get you cleaned up ASAP!” She quickly undid my seatbelt and pulled me out of the car. “Oh! And you even made a mess of Aunty Karen’s car seats! What a naughty MESSY baby you are.” I stood on the gravel that littered the driveway leading up to Granny’s house. The last rays of the afternoon sun were shining down, as I heard the car trunk open. “Susan! Fetch me this once Nappybag and I’ll get him cleaned up.” Mommy soon came around the car, holding my diaper bag in one hand. “Oh Mother, I’m not so sure. Wouldn’t you rather have me do it?” She questioned, but was quickly cut off. “Nonsense! You two get the car unpacked and get Jackie inside. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of this naughty, messy, messy, MESSY diaper boy!” Granny quickly snatched the diaper bag out of Mom’s hand and with her other hand grabbed me tightly by the wrist and started dragging me towards the house. “Are you sure, Mother!?” Mom yelled across the driveway, as Granny already had me dragged halfway towards the house. “Just empty the car!” She yelled back, as we reached the front door and entered. Granny Simone quickly dragged me through the house. Her and my late grandfather had done well for themselves, so this was a huge house almost on the verge of being a mansion. Grabbing an even tighter hold of my wrist, she walked with determined steps through the house, dragging me behind her as I fought to keep pace. The heavy lump in the back and the swollen state of my diaper, made it almost impossible to walk straight and I found myself waddling heavy, almost losing my balance and crashing onto my face several times, as Simone dragged me through the house. Finally, we reached the bathroom, where she pushed the door wide open and thankfully released her tight grip from my poor bruised wrist. “These needs to go straight in the washer.” She exclaimed releasing the buttons on my shortalls making them drop to the floor, leaving me in only my onesie, bib and VERY used diaper. “You’ve made a terrible mess of yourself, young man. What a naughty boy.” She unzipped my diaperbag and started producing everything needed to clean me up, quickly unfolding the changing mat onto the cold tile floor. “Down you go!” It didn’t take more than a light push to send me off balance and make me fall backwards onto the changing mat, landing with a SPLAT on my diapered butt as I felt the mess inside splatter everywhere. With several quick “POPS” she soon had the crotch of my onesie unsnapped and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside leaving me sitting only in my soiled diaper. “Lay back!” she commanded placing her palm on my chest forcing me backwards onto the changing mat. “Granny PLEASE! I can do it myself!” I pleaded, not really feeling comfortable with having a person I didn’t see that often and who I still felt rather awkward being around in my diapered state, see me completely naked and helpless. “Nonsense! If you’re not even able to keep your pampers clean. Then you’re certainly not able to change them yourself and judging by the mess you’ve made of your nappy, you’re also in no position to argue your case. Now be quiet young man and let Granny do her job.” Her tone was rather harsh and commanding. Granny Simone was old school and expected to me heard and respected. “But Granny, PLLEEEAAAASSEEEE!!!” Tears started forming in my eyes, as I pleaded one last time, only for a pacifier to be shoved in between my lips, shutting me up instantly. “HUSH NOW, BABY. No another word.” I heard the tapes of my diaper being ripped open and the front folded down, as the terrible stench of my mess hit the air. “My goodness! You really are, a messy, MESSY BABY!” My battle was lost and my humiliation complete, as Granny commented on my messy state and started getting me cleaned up, while I was left suckling on my dummy trying to keep myself calm and avoid having a complete mental breakdown. “BUM UP!” She ordered as the soiled diaper was removed from underneath me and replaced with a fresh one. Granny made sure to go heavy on the babypowder covering my whole crotch before finally pulling the new diaper up between my legs and taping it tight around my waist covering up my “mandhood” if you could even call it that anymore. “All done.” She proclaimed, grabbing me by the hands and helping me back to my feet. “Now go see if your Mommy or Aunty need any help, while I get everything cleaned up.” I looked at her for a few seconds. “Buft, Granny. Wha abo Clots!?” I managed to mumbled around the shield of my pacifier. “You’ve made such a mess of your pretty onesie and shorts, that they are no good. So until your Mom finds you something else to wear, you’ll have to make do without. Now go, see if your diaper butt, can help them if anything.” Her strict tone made it clear that there was no arguing, I didn’t like the idea of walking around only wearing my diaper, but I also feared the consequences of arguing with Simone. In the short time since she arrived, she had made it very clear that in her house, she was the boss. Even Mom and Karen seemed to understand and respect that and in my current situation, it seemed like I had no choice but to do the same. So wearing only a fresh white diaper, I made my way out the bathroom and through the house, looking for Mom, Karen and Jack to offer my help. I found all three of them in the living room, most of our bags scattered all around the floor. Karen had been quick to get some of Jack’s toys unpacked and he was now having a blast playing on the floor with his different cars and trucks. “Oh look, who’s wearing a fresh clean diapy!” Karen announced as I entered the room. “Look like Granny Simone still got that magic touch.” She continued. I slowly waddled my way across the room, approaching Mommy. “Mom…. Could you please find me some cloth to wear?” I mumbled around my dummy. “In a bit, Baby. I just need to get our stuff unpacked, you’re fine in just your diaper for now. Why don’t you go play with Jack, while me and Karen get everything unpacked and put away?” I had no fight left in me at the moment and simply accepted my fate, dropping to my knee’s before crawling across the floor to join Jack in driving the toys cars around and smashing them into each other. While me and Jack got caught up in our game of car crash, the adult got busy putting all our bags away and getting everything unpacked, before sitting down with a cup of coffee to catch up and talk about how the trip down had gone. Jack and me were having a great old time, making the toy cars race across the floor, trying to avoid each other, but sometimes purposely crashing into one another just for the fun of it. We were crawling all across the living room, both on our hands and knee’s diaper bums in the air, but Jack’s much less exposed than mine, as he was still wearing cloth, while my thick padding was completely unexposed for the whole world to see. Having chased Jack and his car all over the living room floor for an eternity I needed to catch my breath and let myself plop from my knees and onto my padded but and felt the unmistakable feeling of a soggy diaper squash beneath my weight. Upon looking down the diaper clearly appeared used and soggy, having changed from its fresh white color to a darker yellow. But I did not care, breathing heavily and feeling very dry in my mouth, I looked in the direction of Mommy. “Thirsty!” I mumbled around the shield of my dummy, trying to catch the attention of the adults. “Mom! I’m Tirsti!” I tried yelling louder around the nipple of my dummy and this time got the attention of all three adult on the couch, who stopped their conversation mid-sentence and all turned their attention towards me and Jack on the floor. “Hold your horses Mr. Potty pants, I’ll go grab you some nice cold juicy” Aunty Karen reacted swiftly to my yelling, getting off the couch and headed for the kitchen. “Oh my goodness. He’s already gone potty again!” Granny remarked as she spotted the dark yellow diaper between my thighs. “Not to worry, Mother.” Mom remarked getting off the couch and walking towards me, before squatting down and poking the front of my diaper with two fingers. “His nappies are for heavy wetting, this one can take a lot more before he needs a change.” She stood back up and headed back to the couch. “As long as you are sure. Can’t having him leaking all over my floor or furniture.” Granny remarked before taking a zip of her coffee. Karen soon returned from the kitchen with a baba for Jack in one hand and a sippy cup for me in the other. Jack was quick to grab a firm hold of his bottle with both hands, as Karen handed it to him, placing his lips around the nipple and sucking away at the sweet juice. I too felt rather dehydrated and wasted no time, almost ripping the cup from Karen’s hands and showing the spout into my mouth, throwing my head back in the process to drain as much juice as possible in one big gulp. Of course this was bound to go wrong, as the juice exited the nozzle faster than I could swallow and soon my mouth was overflowing with the sugary sweet nectar and started drippling down my checks and onto my bare naked chest. “OH NO YOU DON’T!” The cup was suddenly ripped from my grasp, as Granny swooped in with a wet wipe, stopping the juice from spilling from between my lips and onto the floor. “You sure are a messy boy!” She removed the cup from my hands and continued to wipe my chest and face. “Susan, go grab a bib for this one.” Granny commanded and Mom obeyed without question, quickly exiting the room and returning with a bib in hand, that she handed to Granny who expertly tied in tight around my neck partially covering my naked chest. She held the cup up in the air. “You managed to drink or should I say spill almost half of it, you naughty boy. Please be careful and try to take after your cousin Jack. Look he hasn’t spilled a drop yet!” She gestured towards Jack, who was happily sucking away at his bottle, not giving us a second thought. “Yeah, but, but he also got a bottle. That’s much easier.” I argued, while reaching out trying to snatch the bottle from Grannies hands. “Maybe you two should trade, seeing you seem to have a harder time, than your cousin.” She answered back, right before I managed to snatch the cup from her hand, letting out a loud “NO!” in the process. Annoyed by Grannies comments, I aggressively once again placed the nozzle between my lips and started gulping down the remaining juice, of course to the same result luckily this time my bib was there to catch the spillage, as I downed the last drops of sweet nectar. “All gone.” Granny announced once again taking the cup away, before using the bib to wipe the droplets from my cheeks and jaw. Jack had also managed to finish his drink, as Granny got up from her knees and took both our cups back to the kitchen. It didn’t take long for Jack and I to get back into our game of car racing and soon we found ourselves back on our imaginary racetrack, as the cars flew across the living-room floor. Dinner that night went without much fuzz. Jack was fed while sitting on Karen’s knee at the dining table, while I luckily was allowed my own chair, as Mom fed me the same unknown mush that Jack was also being fed right next to me. Granny didn’t say much during the whole dinner, sitting across from us at the table she simply stayed silent, taking small bites of food, while staring at both Mommy and Aunty Karen as they played racecar, airplane and cargo ship with our plastic spoons, trying to make as much mush as possible land and stay in our mouths, which of course was easier said than done. When the jars of babyfood were empty, I decided that in the battle of keeping yourself clean during dinner, tonight me and Jack had fought to a draw. Both of faces, fingers and bibs were splattered with sticky mush, which our Mommies soon had cleaned up using several wipes. As the last chunks of food was wiped from my jaw I locked eyes with Granny at the other side of the table. Her stare was firm, but somehow caring. After dinner we were allowed some more playtime, while the adult watched TV until Mom announced that it was time for beddy-bye, proclaiming both her and Karen were tired from the long ride so they would also be heading to bed early today. We all retreated towards the bedrooms, as Granny led the way down the hallway. Reaching one door she pushed it open proclaiming this to belong to Jack and Karen. All their stuff were scattered around the room, which was mostly occupied by a large queen-size bed. At the end of the bed Jack’s travel bed had been unfolded and placed. They said their goodnight and headed inside closing the door behind them, as Granny led me and Mom to our room. My confusion were obvious as Granny announced that this was “our room” as she pushed open the next door, revealing a similar bedroom with all our belongings inside, but once again with only one queen-size bed. “But? BUT, where will I be sleeping!?” I questioned loudly. “You’ll be cuddling with me tonight, Honey. Granny only got to bedrooms, so we’ll share.” “But, but.” I couldn’t come up with anything at the moment and I soon found myself dragged into the bedroom, as Granny and Mommy said their goodnight and the door were closed behind me. Mom soon had my changing mat spread out on the bed. As she started unpacking her tools from my diaperbag, I desperately tried coming up with some argument for why I shouldn’t be sharing a bed with my Mommy for the night. I was an adult for god sake! “Mommy, can’t I just sleep on the floor. We can’t sleep together, there is no room. I’m too old for this. We can’t fit!” My pleads went for deaf ears, as I was guided down onto the changing mat and my soaking wet diaper ripped open. “Don’t get fuzzy now baby.” She quickly placed a pacifier between my lips silencing me, while she finished putting a fresh new diaper around my waist. Afterwards a clean babyblue onesie was pulled over my head and snapped tightly between my thighs. “Okay, baby. Mommy is going to get you tucked in and then changed herself.” She removed the changing mat from the bed and pulled the sheets away, directing me to lay down and she tucked me in tight, wrapping she sheets around my body almost locking me in place with my arms under the sheets. I continue to suckle away at my dummy having accepted my fate, as she placed a light kiss on my forehead, before walking across the room and started to undress. I didn’t have any intention of seeing my Mommy. Uhm Mother!? Seminude so I simply tried staring into the empty ceiling, but finding myself missing my mobile to focus on and distract me. I couldn’t avoid catching small glimpses of Mommy in her bra and panties, before she slipped a white silk nightdress over her head and made her way back to the bed. She slowly crawled under her own blankets and carefully scooted closer to me, placing one arm under my head and gently drew my head into her bosom. As I suckled away at my dummy, she started rocking back and forth carefully, while turning off the nightlight with her other hand. Laying there in complete darkness, I could feel Mommy rocking back and forth really slowly, as my ear were pressed against her chest and I could her the slow beat of her heart. My eyes started getting heavy, as Mommy started humming a sweet lullaby. Almost to the beat of her heart. My eyes closed, my mind went blurry and soon everything went blank.

Chapter 29: The next morning, I once again found myself locked into my new highchair, my feet dangling above floor, with a bib tightly secured around my neck, only wearing my nighttime diaper, that despite being soaked Mom had deemed okay to last me through breakfast and until I made my morning “messies”. Breakfast didn’t differ much from dinner from the night before, as Mom produced a couple of glass jars and placed them on the tray in front of me, together will a full zippy cup of milk. “Apple, pear and Banana” one jar read, while the other said “carrots, potato and spinach”. The later didn’t sound particularly appetizing and as Mom unscrewed the lid, it didn’t look or smell any better than it sounded. But I had no say in the matter of what made its way into my mouth, because soon Mom was performing her “grand” airplane routine, making the spoon fly all around in front of me, before the “plane” unloaded its cargo into my mouth. The texture, smell and taste of the slobbery mess almost made me vomit and only a fraction of it was allowed to stay inside my mouth, as I yacked, gagged and coughed spitting food all over the place, making the vial substance run down my jaw, onto my bib, splatter onto the tray of the highchair, some of it even landing on my bare stomach and the front of my soggy diaper. Mom repeated her airplane routine several time, all with more or less the same outcome, resulting in me soon being covered in mush, before she finally got the hint and allowed me to grab my zippycup with both hands, as I gulped down the milk, trying to wash away the terrible taste as Mom switched to the other glass jar, filling the spoon and getting ready for another go. This mush not only tasted, but also smelled way more appealing and I happily let Mom unload spoonful, after spoonful into my mouth, only taking short breaks to wash it all down with big gulps of sweet thick milk. It didn’t take long for me to finish that jar and suck the last few drops of milk from the zippycup, ending the whole ordeal with a loud burp that completely caught me by surprised and resulted in Mom letting out a loud chuckle, as she started packing everything away and getting me cleaned up to the best of her ability using several wet wipes. When Mommy was happy with her job, she finally unlocked the tray of the highchair allowing me to jump down onto the floor. I could hear the TV running in the living room, the sound of sheep’s and cows echoing through the house. The thought of my favorite show on the television quickly made me drop to my hands and knees and make a mad dash for the living room, wearing only my soaked overnight diaper, which was swaying from side to side, as I made across the floor towards the living room. As always it didn’t take long for my breakfast to speed up my digestion, the gooey consistency of last night dinner easily made its way through my bowels and soon I found myself sitting on my soft blanket in the middle of the living room, completely messing myself with little to no care, as my gaze stayed locked on the bright colors of the TV, all was right in the world at that moment and I happily sang along, as the lady with the funny colored hair, once again started singing about all the animals that lived on her farm. My mind once again returned to the words that Uncle Rob had spoken the night before. “The only thing that you’re getting dirty at the moment, are your nappies.” He was right, at one point just the mere thought of messing myself, would have made me rock hard and filled with sexual arousal, but in that very moment, as I shifted my weight from one side to another and felt the soft gooey mess move around my diaper, making its way in-between my thighs and up the back of my saturated diaper, there was nothing resembling just an ounce of arousal or excitement. When Mom found me in the living room, sitting in my own filth completely entranced by the TV, she was quick to guide me to the bathroom and run a nice warm bath, making sure to wash me all over, before I once again found myself in a clean diaper and a light blue onesie, which was all I ended up wearing for the remainder of the day. Mom spent the day moving swiftly around the house, almost running circles around me, as I spent time watching television, playing with “Mr. Bunny Rabbit” or at one point I made my way out into the backyard and rolled the ball around the lawn by myself, just as me and Jack had done the day before. My playtime and Mom’s running around, were only interrupted by the occasional diaper check, zippy cup of sweet could juice or when I once again found myself strapped into the highchair for lunch, which boringly resembled my dinner and breakfast, consisting of 3 jars of mushy babyfood, one sweet and inviting and two yucky and wile. But Mom did a great job of distracting me from the terrible taste and before I knew it all three jars were empty and washed down by two full zippy cups of cold milk. “Okay, little guy! Time for beddy byes!” Mom exclaimed. The day had passed fairly quickly, but despite not having any real sense of time, I knew that bedtime had come a lot sooner this evening, than it normally would. “But,MOM!” I pleaded but was quickly cut off. “No buts, mister. You’re Auntie and Jack will be here early tomorrow morning, we have to hit the road early to beat the traffic and we can’t have you be a fuzzy little guy.” My mind quickly started spinning. “Hit the road? Traffic? Karen and Jack?” I couldn’t make sense of it, I knew I had been told the reason or the answer at some point, but my mind seemed hazy or seemed to have let go of the answer. “Where are we going, Mommy?” I eventually asked, as I was being led by my mind towards my bedroom. “You don’t remember, baby?” The wheels were turning in my head, but I couldn’t put my finger on the right answer. It was in there somewhere; I knew it but I simply couldn’t find it. “I could swear that I’ve told you several times.” Mom threw my bedsheets to the side and guided me onto the mattress. “You, me, Jack and your Auntie Karen are going to spent some days with your Granny Simone down south. Isn’t that exciting!?” She wrapped the sheets tightly around me, before reaching over, finding a fresh pacifier and placing it between my lips, not allowing me to answer her question. “It’s going to me so much fun. You and Jack will get to play on the beach, bath in the ocean.” She slowly started stroking my hair, while sitting on the edge of my bed. “A few days in the sun to just play around. We may even go to the amusement park, you’ve always loved that. Remember?” My eyes slowly started getting heavy, as she continued to stroke my hair and her voice slowly started to fade. “Granny is just dying to see you; I’ve told her so much about everything. You’re to have so much fu-“ My mind went blank, as I went into a heavy slumber before Mom had a chance to finish her sentence. That night I dreamed of tumbling around on a sandy beach, splashing in the blue ocean waves and building massive sandcastles. Mom had been right. Despite being put to bed early the night before, I still felt groggy and sleepy when she woke me up the next morning and had problems processing everything that was going on around me. Mom must have been up for a while, because from the seat of my highchair, I could spot several bags placed at the front door, already packed and ready to be loaded as soon as Karen and Jack arrived. After feeding me another round of indescribable mush, Mom was quick to get me changed into a fresh diaper, plain white onesie with a pair of blue denim shortalls on top, before leaving me alone to watch TV as she got everything cleaned up and the last couple of bags packed. It wasn’t long before I could hear a car pull into the driveway and the doorbell ringing. “Morning!” Karen’s voice echoed through the house, as I could hear Mom greeting her back. The sound of the car trunk opening and bag, after bag being loaded into the car was next to follow. “I forgot how hectic it was to travel with a toddler.” Mom laughed. “Yeah, you can’t exactly travel light.” Karen chuckled back, as they continued to load the car before finally slamming the trunk. The TV was soon turned off, as Mom instructed me to follow her to the car. “Oh! Don’t forget “Mr. BunnyRabbit” I’m sure he wanna go to.” She remarked, as I quickly turned and grabbed my stuffed friend from the floor. At the front door Mom helped me step into my shoes and quickly had them tied, before we exited the house and slammed the door behind us. As Mom opened the door to the backseat of the car, I spotted Jack already strapped into his carseat, wearing a bright blue onesie and thick padding between his legs. He gave me a large innocent smile, as I jumped into the back next to him, where Mom quickly pulled the seat belt across my chest, making sure it was nice and tight, before slamming the door shut. As her and Karen got themselves position in the front, I made sure to clutch “Mr BunnyRabbit” tight to my chest, as the humming of the engine started. “Everyone ready!?” Karen exclaimed excited, giving both me and Jack a quick look through the rearview mirror. “Then let’s get going.” The car set in motion and soon we were on our way. Jack was mesmerized by some kind of squeaky toy and kept himself entertained, as the adults listened to the radio. My gaze was focused out the window on the houses, threes and other cars that we passed by. We soon made the turn onto the freeway and started exiting the city, as the space between the threes and building became wider and wider. We also seemingly had managed to beat traffic, as the time between us pacing other cars also became longer and we were making great progress, as the car ate mile after mile of highway. “THIRSTY!” Jack’s voice suddenly sounded catching the attention of everyone in the car. “Oh, Susan. There are a couple of juiceboxes and zippycups in the small pocket of Jack’s diaperbag. Think you can reach them and fix the boys something to drink?” Mom did as instructed, turning around in her seat to reach for Jack’s diaperbag, finding the juice and cups exactly where Karen had explained and soon had both cups filled to the brim with sweet nectar. “Here ya go, boys.” She handed Jack his zippycup, which he happy grabbed tightly in his palms and started sucking on the nozzle of the cup. “You too, baby. Its awfully warm today and it’s important to stay hydrated.” She explained while handing me the childish cup. “But I’m not thirsty!” I remarked. “Sure you are. Just give it a try, at least just half.” She placed the cup in my hands, forcing me to grab it. My thirst clearly wasn’t up for debate, as I reluctantly grabbed the zippycup and put the nozzle between my lips, which got a smile from Mom before she turned back around in her seat. The juice did taste nice and sweet and were surprisingly cold and it didn’t take long for me to gulp down half the content of the zippycup and I wasn’t planning on stopping, as I continued to suckle away, downing mouthful after mouthful of the sweet cold nectar. I managed to finish my cup long before Jack, as I carelessly let go of it, watching it fall onto the seat beside me, before rolling of and into the bottom of the car. My eyes once again shifted out the car window miles and miles of freeway was just flying by now. It seemed almost hypnotic, making my eyes flickers as I tried to focus and follow the cars and trucks that we passed by. My gaze started turning fuzzy, my eyelids started getting heavy, the movement of the car were so soothing, the radio talking in the background turned into a faint humming, soon my eyes closed and I drifted off. I awoke as the car came to a halt, my eyes slowly opened as I heard two car doors open and then slam shut. My vision was still blurry and my mind fuzzy as my door quickly opened and my seatbelt were unbuckled. One POP, two POPS, three POPS, I slowly started returning to reality as I felt a pair of fingers enter my diaper between the legband and my thighs. “Seems like we caught you at the last second, Mister. That Juice made its way straight through you, this nappy is right at its breaking point.” I slowly turned my head and finally came eye to eye with Mommy, as I felt her fingers exit my diaper as she quickly closed the snaps of my onesie and shortalls again. “Better get you changed, before you ruin the seats of Auntie Karen’s car.” I turned my head to see that Karen had already removed Jack from his carseat and had him on her hip, as she closed the car door behind her, before my guided me out of the car. The sun were shinning down brightly upon us, once again making my vision go blurry for a second, before I finally managed to refocus and get a feel of our surroundings. We were parked at a huge gas station, several car moving in and out of the parking lot around us. In the distance were rows and rows of pumps and next to them a small minimart, that surely sold everything needed for a road trip. It took a second for my blurry mind to have a look down at myself and realize that I was standing in the middle of this busy parking space in nothing but my shortalls, onesie and with a very visible and swollen diaper, looking like a huge unpottytrained toddler. Panic hit me for a second, as I tried grabbing the car door, wanting to open it and jump back into the backseat to find safety and comfort. But my plan was quickly prevented as Mom grabbed my wrist tightly, having already retrieved my diaperbag from the trunk, she kept a firm grasp of my wrist as she started dragging me across the hot cement coated parkinglot directly towards the minimart at the opposite end. “I’ll go get this one changed, meet you on the inside!” She loudly announced across the parkinglot to Karen, as she continued to make our way towards the store. The automatic door opened and the cool air of the AC greeted us, as we entered the small store. It was nothing special or to write home about. Several shelves filled with snacks, a few cleaning supplies for your car, a couple of freezers and several rows of fridges filled with drinks and beverages. Luckily it wasn’t too crowded, a few people working behind the disk, busy preparing hotdogs and ringing in costumers. A few travelers were browsing the aisles, I tried keeping my head down, avoiding eye contact or making anyone aware of my presence, as my scanned the store with her stare. “Oh, there there!” She spotted the toilets and also the sign indicating that they had a “family toilet”. Despite my best attempts to turn invincible a few people did notice us, as Mom dragged me across the store towards the bathrooms and despite my best efforts it was hard to avoid eye contact with every single one of them. A few just gave me a quick glance and then quickly turned away, but some also got eyes as large as dinner plates when they spotted my outfit and afterwards spotted my heavily padded crotch. My eyes quickly darted to the floor, every time I locked eyes with one of them, like a shy child I kept my head low, as I was dragged along the shelves towards the changing station. As we finally reached the door to the family toilet, I let out a sigh of relieve, at least in there I would be safe and shielded from the eyes of the public. But my calmness was short lived, as Mom grabbed a hold of the handle, giving it a firm tug only to realize. “Oops, occupied. Looks like you’re not the only baby in need of a change today.” She chuckled. “We’ll just have to wait a few moments, Honey.” She pulled to away from the door and against the wall, as we waited for the toilet to clear. Those few minutes standing there, staring at the floor, knowing damn well that I had nowhere to hide felt like an eternity, but finally the door to the toilet swung open, as a middle aged women with a diaper bag swung over her shoulder and a small child on her hip exited. She spotted Mom as she passed. “All yours.” She happily greeted, before her eyes darted to me. First to my outfit and then to my swollen, padded crotch. “Hope I won’t have to keep changing diapers for that many years.” She chuckled as she made her way cross the store. “Come on, Honey. We’re up.” Mommy grabbed me by the wrist guiding me into the toilet and locking the door behind us. Once inside Mom was quick to find everything she needed in the diaperbag. Folding out a plastic changing mat she soon had me flat on my back on the floor, staring into the ceiling. With a few quick snaps the crotch of my shortalls came open and my onesie soon followed, revealing my soggy diaper to the world. The tapes soon came off and the air hit my bare crotch as Mommy made a quick job of cleaning me with a few wipes, before producing a fresh diaper and sliding it under me. I soon found myself nice, dry, clean and rediapered as Mommy discarded the used diaper in the bin, before closing up my onesie and shortalls and helping me to my feet, before putting everything bag in the diaperbag. “All done! What a good boy you are!” She complimented me, once again taking me by the hand and unlocking the door, leading me back out into the store. “Oh! There you are, you two.” Karen came out from between the aisles still holding Jack on her hip. “I bought some snacks and drinks and found a bench outside. How about getting something in our tummies, before we continue?” Mom nodded in agreement and we all made our way out the store. Just to the left of the shop were several benches with seating, luckily with no one around at that time, to my relieve as we settled down and took our seats. Both Mom and Karen quickly produced a couple of bibs from each diaper bag and soon both me and Jack were ready for lunch, which to my dismay were going to consist of the same yacky mush that had also made up my breakfast, lunch and dinner the last couple of days. Karen held Jack on her knee and started feeding him. Jack seemed hungry a did a great job of keeping most of the mush inside his mouth, only spilling a little onto his bib during the ordeal, which Karen were quick to scoop up with her spoon and place back into the open mouth of her son. I did my best to not make a mess, I REALLY did. But have you ever tried being force-fed something that you really didn’t like. It’s not only the taste, but the smell and even the thought that gets you. Every time Mom would approach my mouth with a fresh spoonful of mush, I would automatically start gagging and that gagging reflex would send half the mush unloaded into my mouth, back out and onto my chin and bib and the mush just kept on coming. It felt like Mom was shoveling mush at the speed of light, trying to scoop everything spilled on my bib and face back into my mouth. I was so busy half vomiting, half trying not to gag and NOT to make a mess, that I didn’t notice the people passing by, who must have gotten quite a show watching this mother try to feed her overgrown toddler. Finally, the jar was empty. The result was Jack was left with a nearly clean bib which Karen praised him for and Mommy needing to use several wipes to clean me up and make me half decent for the remaining part of our trip. We were both given another zippycup of cold sweet juice to wash our lunch down with, as the adult enjoyed their sandwiches and beverages before packing everything up and making our way back to the car. Once we were all strapped in, Mom produced a fresh bib from my diaper bag and placed it around my neck. “Mom, what are yo-“ I didn’t finish my sentence, before Mommy handed me an ice-cream which she had already opened. “Think you deserve this, for being such a good boy in the store earlier.” She gave me a kind smile before closing the door and jumping in the front and soon the car was rolling again. Now the first couple of minutes went very well, I did a good job of eating the icecream and not making a mess, but soon I was not able to keep up with the melting process of the sugary substance and slowly it started to drip onto my jaw with every bite. The onto my hands as I was holding onto the stick. The spillage became bigger with every bite and soon sugary water was splashing onto my bib with every bite and in-between bites it started to drip from my hands and onto my shortalls and thighs. A few drops even missed me and landed on the seat of Auntie Karen’s car. I knew I was doing a terrible but of eating the frozen popsicle, but didn’t dare say anything. Instead I rushed through slobbering down the remaining few bits, which of course resulted in an even bigger mess. When my treat was all but gone, I was left with my hands, face, bib, shortalls all covered in the sticky sugary substance. But the worst part was the mess I had made of Auntie Karen’s car. I did my best to hide the evidence, trying to lick my hands and face clean, covering myself in drool in the process, but managing to remove much of the sticky mess and otherwise remained quiet for the remainder of the drive. Jack was sound asleep in his carseat next to me and the adult were focusing on the traffic and road ahead. I knew I was in big trouble for making such a mess, but didn’t dare to say anything so instead I sunk back into my seat and tried to make myself as small as possible and not draw any attention. As if the mess I had already made of myself was enough, my gut soon gave me little to no notice as I felt the back of my diaper expand with a warm squishy mess that slowly spread across the back of my diaper and continued in-between my thigs. I hadn’t made my “morning messies” before we left home and the sugary water of the popsicle was apparently more than my stomac could handle, as it emptied itself into my diaper which continued to expand, as the warm mush kept on coming and making its way around my diaper for what seemed like and eternity. To finish the job my bladder also decided to let loose releasing a flood of warm pee into my already soiled and ruined diaper, leaving me not only a mess on top but also down low. I didn’t dare say anything, afraid of the anger I would meet for having made such a mess of myself and Karen’s car. So I simply sank even lower into my seat. My diaper had turned cold and clammy and was on the verge of bursting as the car finally came to a holt. I peeked out of the side window and saw a large house that I recognized. “We’re HEEEERRRREEEE!!” Mommy announced as Karen turned off the car engine.

Life sometimes hits us in unexpected ways. I'm terrible sorry that this story kinda died, but I've been reading peoples feedback and it brings me a sense of pride that some people actually seemed to miss my story and wanted to see it continued. I thought about going back and revisiting and rewriting major parts of it and maybe I will a once point, but for now I'm happy to present you with Chapter 28 Chapter 28: A week had passed since the photoshoot, or maybe ten days, it could have been two weeks. To be honest it was getting harder and harder to keep track of time, the days all seemed to melt together, if Mom had nothing special planned or if nothing out of the ordinary took place, all the days seemed the same as time passed around me. I know, I spent a lot of my time happily bouncing in my new baby jumper which Mom had managed to install all on her own, having hung it from the ceiling in the living room almost right in front of the TV. That was where I spent most of my days, bouncing up and down, watching cartoons, sucking on my paci. Always with either my zippy cup or Mr. Bunny Rabbit firmly in my grasp. I didn’t care what went on or happened around me, as long as I was allowed to bounce up and down, while watching the funny haired lady play around with the animals on her farm, I was happy as happy could be. The installation of the bouncer in the living room, wasn’t the only thing that had changed in the time since the photoshoot, that much I did notice. At some point Mom must have gone through the pictures taken that day and picked her favorites, because they started appearing around the house. On the shelves, on the walls, the picture from my high school graduation was suddenly gone, having been replaced by a picture of me in a highchair, face and hands covered in spaghetti and ketchup with the biggest smile on my face. The portrait of me holding my journalism diploma, gone. In its place a picture of me flat on my back, wearing only a soggy diaper and happy suckling on my dummy, with a thin string of spit running down my cheek. All over the house new pictures started to appear, my “old” life was slowly being erased, replaced by pictures which much closer resembled my current state and situation. But I really didn’t care, in the back of my mind it would all return to normal one day, as soon as I got back into big boy pants and finished the project and my article, everything would return to the way it was before. But going back to big boy pants and regaining my potty training seemed far away in the future, as I would soon learn. The curtains were pulled aside, letting the sun beam into my bedroom and pulling me out of my deep slumber. I used one hand to rub the sleep from my eyes, while keeping a firm hold of Mr. Bunny with the other. A foul smell hung in the air. As it had come to be, I would more often than not, wake up with not only a soaked but also messy diaper, having soiled myself during the night and having no memory or recollection of doing so. “Good morning, Honey.” Mom happily greeted me, giving me a light kiss on the forehead before pulling my sheet to the side. I didn’t answer, content with happily sucking away at my dummy, as she led me to the changing table for yet another diaper change. I felt the cold mess of my nighttime accident, splatter and stick to my skin, as my diapered butt made contact with the plastic covered padding of the changing table. The foul smell lingered in the air, as the buttons of my onesie came undone and only got worse with each tape of my diaper opening, until it was finally pulled back, exposing my naked crotch to the fresh air and revealing the extend of my accident. The race cars of my mobile were spinning above my head, lulling me into a trance like state as Mom used several wipes to clean my filth covered crotch, before removing the ruined diaper from underneath me. Soon I felt a fresh soft diaper being slid underneath my bum, as a rain of fresh white powder fell like snow onto my crotch. I felt a feeling of ecstasy wash over me, as the combination of the spinning of the mobile, the smell and feeling of fresh baby powder and the soft tones of Mom humming a sweet lullaby, sent my mind into a dream like state. “OH, BABY NO, NO, NO!” I was quickly brought back to the reality by the sound of Mom yelling, as my head shot of from the changing mat just in time to see a stream of urine spurting from my penis, as Mom tried to hold up the front of my new diaper, using it as a shield to protect herself and catch my unexpected accident. I lost my breath, shock went through my body, as I let out a huge gasp for air, only for my body to completely betray me, as my bowels gave way and pushed out a soft mushy goo, into the still open and already wet diaper, completing my humiliation, as I started bawling my eyes out, my dummy falling from my mouth, as I let out a defining wail, feeling a free flow of tears, snot and droll pour down my face and onto the plastic of the changing mat. “Oh my goodness, Honey. What a messy, messy baby you are, yes you.” Mom sang in a teasing manner, doing her best to use the open diaper to catch everything, as my body finally finished emptying itself, while I continued screaming and bawling my heart out, having never experience my body betray me in that manner and feeling utter and completely humiliated. “Shh,Shh. Baby, relax its okay, its okay. Mommy is going to fix it.” She tried comforting me, putting my dummy back in my mouth, only for me to spit it right out, there were no comforting me, I didn’t want to be comforted, I wanted it all to end, I wanted everything to stop, I didn’t want for this to happen. I was in full on tantrum mode, as Mom did her best to get me cleaned up, using the now ruined diaper to clean everything up, before once again going through the routine of powdering and changing me into a fresh diaper, this time hurrying to get it pulled up between my legs and taped in place, managing to work quick and efficient, despite me still throwing a tantrum kicking my legs and flailing my arms, like an insane person, totally unable to control my emotions or mental state. Completely blinded by my own tears, I felt my onesie being pulled down and closed, before being pulled up and off the changing table and guided back to my bed, where Mom proceeded to sit down and lay me with my back in her lap, my chest facing upwards staring straight up at her bosom and soft caring smile, as she cradled my head in her arms and started rocking back and forth, while quietly humming a sweet, soft lullaby. I must have drifted off, because when I awoke Mom was going and I found myself tucked tightly in bed, my binky firmly placed between my lips and Mr. Bunny Rabbit wrapped rightly against my chest. “Was it all an dream or a terrible nightmare?” I questioned, but quickly realized that my complete loss of control and accompanying humiliation had been all too real and I now had to go face Mom, after having given up all physical and emotional control in front of her. As I untangled myself from the sheet and threw them aside, I realized that once again I found myself in a soggy diaper. “Thankfully its only wet.” I mumbled to myself, spitting out my pacifier in the process. The sun was shining bright outside, the birds were singing, it was in the middle of the day when I stumbled out of my bedroom, wearing only a onesie and a soggy diaper on my way looking for Mom to apologize for what happened earlier in the morning. I found her in the back garden with a cup of coffee, but to my surprise she was not alone. “Oh, I can’t tell you how many time that has happened to me. That’s the thing with little boys, you got to watch out for the sprinkler.” I recognized Karen’s voice right away and also heard the loud unmistakable giggle of Jack. “I guess, it just caught me off guard. But I know it shouldn’t he had a habit of doing that, all those years ago. Guess I simply forgot about.” I walked out the house and right into the middle of their conversation, as all three of them turned their eyes to me. “Well, if it isn’t the little fountain. Morning sleepyhead.” Karen greeted me with a loud laugh, as my eyes shot straight to the ground, still extremely embarrassed by the scene that had unfolded earlier and now even more so, by the fact that Mom was sharing such a story with her sister, without even thinking of or considering my privacy, pride or dignity. “Hi, Baby. Come sit.” Mom smiled at me, patting the seat of the chair next to her. I tried to avoid making eye contact with any of them, as I slowly made my way over and joined them at the table. They must have been expecting me, because Mom had my zippy cup filled with sweet cold juice, all ready and waiting for me, handing it to me without a word, as I instinctively put the nozzle between my lips and took a couple of big gulps. “So.” Karen started, taking a sip of her coffee. “You’re Mom showed me your new baby photos and also your COOL new toy.” Refereeing to the bouncer, that was impossible to miss, if you made your way through the house. “You did a really good jump on those pictures. Some of them, almost look like real baby pictures, some resemble many of those we have of Jack. The furniture company must be very pleased.” She took another sip, as Mom cut in. “Oh yes, they were very happy. I talked to the photographer Emily the other day and she’s only gotten positive feedback and can’t wait until they are allowed to publish them. Speaking of furniture, when is Rob expecting to join us?” That question quickly got my attention, as I removed the zippycup from my mouth. “Uncle Rob is COMING!?” I blurted out, excited to maybe be able to spend some guy time, with my uncle. “You don’t remember, Honey?” Mom turned her eyes to me. “Karen, Jack and Rob are joining us for a BBQ tonight. I told you days ago.” Karen cut in right after. “He should be here soon, he just needed to finish some stuff at work and then he would get here ASAP.” I had no recollection at all, of Mom telling me about this BBQ and about the three of them joining us for the evening. I doubt she ever told me at all or if she did, I had simply forgotten or not cared at all. After all, why should I care about such arrangement and plans, it wasn’t like I had any responsibility revolving around such a gathering, I just had to be there and the grownups, would take care of all the important and boring stuff. While I had zoned out for the last few minutes, trying to recall the moment Mom had informed me about her plans for that evening, Karen had put Jack down and he was now happily crawling around on the grass and seemed to had found my ball, that he was trying to roll around. “Want to go play with your cousin, Honey.” Mom asked calmly, which resulted in a subtle nod of my head. “Okay, then. But let’s get this off first, it’s going to be awfully warm so you’ll be fine in just your diaper, like Jack.” While talking she had already unsnapped the buttons of my onesie and had it halfway pulled over my head and soon I found myself wearing only my soggy diaper as I got off my chair and waddled to join Jack on the grass. “They are saying it may be the last real day of summer.” I heard Karen note in the distance as I plopped my diaper bottom onto the grass next to Jack. “Good thing we’ll be going on our trip soon then.” Mom replied, as I took control of the ball and rolled it towards Jack, trying to instruct him to do the same. I didn’t take long for Jack to understand what I was trying to get him to do and soon we were happily rolling the ball back and forth between us, happily playing on the grass in only our bare diapers, as Mom and Karen continued their conversation. I soon found myself completely lost in the moment, completely caught up in this fun game of “catch” that me and Jack were playing. There weren’t any rules to this game, the ball just had to go back and forth, it didn’t matter if you didn’t catch it, you could just crawl and get it. There wasn’t any scoring system no winner or loser, only fun and nothing to worry about or care about. “Okay you two, I think it’s time for a quick half- time drink.” The sound of Mom’s voice pulled me back to reality as her and Karen made their way over and got down on the grass next to us, Karen handing Jack a bottle and helping him hold and drink from it, as Mom handed me my refilled zippycup, as I put the nozzle between my lips and tossed my head backwards, gulping down big zips of sweet cold juice, as my mouth did feel completely dried out and the sweet nectar was a welcome surprise. With my eyes to the sky and chucking away at the cold beverage, I felt Mom slip two finger up the leg of my diaper. “Oh my, you’re soaked baby. You need a chance, if you don’t want to leak all over the place.” “He’s not the only one.” Karen remarked. I couldn’t care less at that moment to be honest, I was too busy trying to drain the last drops of juice from the zippycup and didn’t even notice Mom getting up and leaving, only to come back a few moments later. “Okay you two, time some fresh dipies.” Only then did I bother to look at her, dropping my zippycup on the grass, as I saw Mom in the middle of folding out my changing mat right there on the grass, as Karen was busy digging through Jack’s diaper bag getting everything ready for her baby. At that moment the reality of the situation hit me, I was about to have my diaper changed right out in the open, underneath the warm summer sun and alongside my baby cousin, who were more than twenty years my junior, but at that very moment, we found ourselves in the exact same situation, flat on our backs staring up into the sky, with our mothers kneeling looking down upon us, as they were getting ready to change our equally soaked diapers. I turned my head to the side, as I heard the tapes of the diaper being ripped open and felt the fresh late summer air upon my crotch. Jack had done the same and our eyes met, as our gaze zeroed in and locked together, both laying on our backs, feet in the air as our soaked diapers where pulled away from underneath us, quickly to be replaced with a new one. Jack gave me crocked smile and for some reason I couldn’t help but smile right back at him, as I felt a cool wipe go across my crotch and bum, before feeling the familiar sense of a fresh soft diaper being pulled up between my thighs and taped firmly in place around my hips, just as Aunt Karen finished doing the same to Jack. “ALL DONE!” Mom and Karen proclaimed at the same time, while curling the used diapers up in a pair of balls, which Mom proceeded to carry inside to disperse of. Jack was quick to turn himself over to his stomach and start an aggressive crawl out onto the lawn, charging directly towards our ball. “Oh,Oh! Better hurry up Pat or Jackie may get to the ball before you.” Karen yelled in a playful manner, encouraging me to also flip myself over to my hands and knees and charging directly after Jack, putting on the turbo to catch up to him, in a desperate attempt to get to the ball first. We returned to our game of catch, as Mom and Karen returned to the table to continue their conversation, as the last rays of sunshine beamed down upon the backyard. “Good evening, Ladies!” I quickly turned my attention away from the ball, recognizing the voice and just in time to catch Uncle Rob entering the backyard. “Hey, Honey.” Karen greeted her husband, as they exchanged a quick kiss. “Hi, Rob.” Mom and Rob hugged quickly, before he made his way out onto the grass. “Uncle, Rob!” I proclaimed loudly. “Heya, Patty.” He ruffled my hair with one hand, before picking Jack off the ground. “Hi, Sport. You’re playing nice?” As Rob carried Jack back towards the table, I eagerly crawled behind him, not even realizing that I was perfectly capable of just getting up and walking along side him. As Rob took a seat at the table, placing Jack on his knee, I too plopped down on my chair, eager to be near and spent time with my Uncle. “Perfect timing, Rob. We were just about to start cooking dinner. Would you mind firing up the BBQ and be in charge of that.” Mom proclaimed putting Rob in charge of cooking the meat for our dinner, a job that once would have fallen on me, since I usually was in charge of preparing and cooking the meat for our BBQ dinners. But that seemed a long time ago and at this point, nobody would put me in charge of handling a hot grill and looking at me, nobody would expect me to be able to. “We can put the boys in the living-room while we get everything prepared. Jack won’t move if we just turn on the TV and I’m sure Pat would love some bouncing time.” Karen chuckled turning her eyes to me, while giving me a quick smile, before picking up Jack and heading inside. Seconds later Mom grabbed me by the hand, leading me towards the house and into the living room, where she quickly had me strapped into my bouncer, while Karen flipped through the channels soon finding a cartoon appropriate for Jack and me, which quickly caught the attention of my younger cousin, as his gaze focused in on the bright monitor. With nothing else to do and no other way to entertain myself, I soon also found my eyes glued to the screen as I bounced up and down in the bouncer, barely noticing the adult moving around the house. At one point Rob made his way inside the living room and couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, as he spotted me in bouncer, but soon returned to his BBQ’ing duties. “Susan! Where do you want me to put it?” I at one point heard Rob exclaim through the house. “I think at the head of the table would be fine. Thank you, Rob!” Mom’s answered back loudly. Soon the smell of roasted meat hit the air, as my mouth started running, my stomach had been rumbling for a while and I was feeling rather hungry, so the thought of biting into a big juicy steak seemed just like a dream and I could barely control my excitement and Mom and Karen entered the living-room announcing that dinner was ready, as Karen picked up Jack, while Mom unfastened the straps of the bouncer, letting me out and guiding me towards the kitchen, where the smell of perfectly cooked meat and veggies only got stronger and stronger. As we entered the kitchen the smell of food hit me like a brick wall, but that wasn’t the only thing that hit me. The smell of food hit my nose, but an unexpected sight hit my eyes and this made me stop dead in my tracks, right at the entrance to the kitchen. At the end of the table I saw the same, what I’m pretty sure was the same massive highchair from the photoshoot setup one (or two?) weeks ago. At least I think it was the same one. It had clearly been altered since then. This one had been painted in a bright red color and fitted with an all-white plastic covered pillow on the seat and backrest. The tray had what appeared to be a big yellow sticker on it, which I couldn’t tell exactly what said from my vantage point, but the side had one almost similar bright yellow number “2” sticker. The whole thing clearly had a race car inspired design, almost like my changing table and décor around it. I stood frozen, my eyes locked on the massive chair that seemed to have appeared out of thin air, at the head of the kitchen table. Karen and Rob took their seats at the table, Karen placing Jack on her knee and tying a plain white bib around his neck. I had trouble comprehending the situation and was only partially brought back to reality as I felt Mom’s hand between my shoulder blades, as she pushed me along into the kitchen and towards the chair. “Isn’t it cool, Baby?” She asked excited. My eyes were wide open and I had yet to blink since entering the kitchen. “But, But, But how?” I stuttered, as Mom guided me towards my new seat at the head of the table. “You’re Uncle Rob is the one you need to thank, Baby. He arranged with Emily from the photoshoot to pick it up. The guys at Mommy Mag allowed us to have it, since its not part of their real collection and was made especially for the photoshoot and you’re Uncle Rob have spent A LONG TIME, make it extra special for you.” She paused as we reached the chair and she proceeded to slide the tray off, allowing me to take my new seat. I didn’t want to put up a fight, I wasn’t capable of putting up a fight, I was still trying to wrap my brain around how this massive piece of furniture, had suddenly appeared in the house and replaced my normal seat. The plastic cover of the seat crinkled beneath me, as my diaper made contact with it. The seat and backrest felt soft and comfortable against my bare skin as Mom slid the tray back in place effectively locking me in place. I was finally able to read the bright yellow sticker on top of the tray, scanning my eyes across it realizing it said “SPIT HAPPENS!” A nice little pun, that I’m sure Rob had been laughing out loud at, when he came up with. As I scooted my diapered bum from side to side, trying to get comfortable in the tight and snuggly space I had to work with, I soon felt a bib being place securely around my neck. I was elevated quite a bit above the rest of the table, allowing me to see and watch everything that was going on, but also on full display for anybody else at the table, as I sat in my new highchair wearing only a bib and a diaper. “I hope you like it, Pat. The paintjob took a while to get done and I thought with the cars and everything you would find it rather cool. At least your Mom said you would.” Rob smiled while starting to dig into the veggies, before serving himself a juicy steak. “It’s just perfect, Rob. Pat is going to love and it will see a lot of use.” Mom quickly answered back, not even allowing me to express my own feelings and thought about my new seat. I expected a big juicy steak with sides to soon sit on top of my tray, but was deeply disappointed as Mom entered from behind, placing an empty bowl on the tray, followed my two glass jars of brown mushy baby food the sticker on the side reading “chicken, veggies and rice.” The jars where soon emptied into my bowl, as I could see the same had happened to Jack, as Karen was already busy trying to scoop a spoonful of the semi liquid substance into his mouth, managing get most of it between his lips, but some of it ending up on his bib and jaw. “But Mom, can’t I have a steak like uncle Rob, PLEASE!” I pleaded rather desperate to sink my teeth into some delicious meat and enjoy a grown up meal. The preprocess baby food, look rather un appetizing and not as tasty as the “veggie soup” Mom would normally make. It didn’t look as sweet and inviting as the food I had eaten while spending the afternoon with Karen and Jack either. “But, Mommy why can’t I!?” I pleaded one last time, having no interest at all in figuring out how the vomit looking brown substance tasted like, but my plead fell for deaf ears, as Mom was already in the middle of scooping up the first spoonful from my bowl. “Hush now, Baby. You know you’re tummy can’t handle it and it will make it hard to make PooPoo in your diapi and Aunty Karen also told me that you seemed to like the food she served, when she babysat you and this will save Mommy a lot of time in the kitchen, just having jars of food ready whenever its dindin time. Now open wide!” The way she was addressing me had suddenly become a lot more infantile and child friendly, making it clear that I had no saying in the matter of my dinner as I reluctantly parted my lips, allowing her to scoop the first round of mush into my mouth. The taste of it damn near made me vomit, as I almost yacked and spit out half the food that I found its way into my mouth, most of it dropping and splattering onto my bib. The sticker may have said “chicken, veggies and rice.” But it tasted nothing like it, the taste was hard to describe but it wasn’t pleasant and neither was the texture. “Oh, Honey. Please don’t make a mess. Look at your Cousin Jack, he’s able to eat it just fine.” Looking across the table, I could see Jack happily taken in the mush every time Karen scooped another spoonful into his mouth, in-between feeding herself her own dinner. “If Jack can do it, so can I.” I thought to myself just before Mom loaded another round of mush into my mouth, but no matter how hard I tried the taste was damn near unbearable and every time Mom unloaded a spoonful of food into my mouth, I found myself almost gagging spitting chunks of food back up, which would splatter onto my bib, the tray of the highchair and my bare stomach and chest. To make matter worse in an attempt to clean myself up and wiping the mess from my chin and around my lips, I only managed to make matters worse, getting the sticky mush all over my face and hands. When the bowl was finally empty and Mom handed me a zippycup of juice to wash it all down, I was a complete mess. Jack had managed to keep himself rather mess-free, Karen only needed to use the clean part of his bib to wipe his mouth and fingers and he was good to go. Mom on the other hand had to use several wipes to get me presentable again, as she cleaned my face, chest and hands before wiping off the highchair tray. I slowly finished my zippycup, trying to wash the terrible taste away, as the adults finished eating their dinner and started clearing the table. Unable to free myself from the highchair I had to wait for someone to let me out and free me from the confined seat of the chair. As the table was cleared and cleaned, I was finally released from the highchair and allowed to jump back to the floor, as we all retreated back to the living room. I felt my diaper squash between my thighs as I followed the adults, I had clearly drippled before and during dinner, leaving my diaper in a rather soaked state. The adults got comfy in the couch, Karen with Jack on her lap trying to calm him down as it was getting close to his bedtime. I was allowed to lay on my blanket on the floor, happy to not be strapped into my bouncer, having just escaped the confinement of the highchair. They all watched the news, while small talking as I lay on my blanket, having found Mr. Bunny Rabbit which I happily clutched tight in my arms, feeling myself slowly calming down and starting to feel rather tired and beat. The voices of the adult faded into the background and became a low buzzing, that I didn’t care or paid attention to, the flashing colors of the TV also became blurry, the world around me slowly faded. My mind went blank as I stared into the thin air, not focusing on anything in particular, just feeling the soft fur of Mr. Bunny Rabbit clutched tightly in my arms and the soft blanket, feeling warm and comfortable against my naked skin, my body was buzzing and relaxing as my thoughts and heartbeat slowed to a crawl, all sense of time slowly faded away. “Oh,Oh. Somebody is a wet little, baby!” The world suddenly came crashing back, as I heard Mom’s voice echo in the far corners of my mind, as I felt a finger slip between the elasticaband of my diaper. “Better get you changed before beddy-time.” She was crouched next to me, as I lay flat on my back in the middle of the living room. “Tell you what!” Robs voice broke. “Why don’t I take care of that and then you and Karen can get everything packed up, so we can get on our way. Jack is also ready to go.” Mom, Karen’s and my own eye shot towards Rob, as he slowly got up from the couch. “You’re sure about that, Rob.” Mom questioned, looking up at him. “Yeah, why not. Its not like, I’m not used to changing a diaper or two. And it would give me and Pattie some “guy time”. He chuckled, making his way across the room towards Mom and me. “Okay then.” Mom complied slowly getting up from the floor. “Honey, you wanna go with Uncle Robbie to get that nasty diapie changed?” I stayed sprawled out on my back, not fully able to comprehend the situation. “Come on, buddy. Let’s you out of that nasty thing.” Rob didn’t hesitate or wait for my answer, before bending over grabbing me by my wrist, pulling me to a seated position, before wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and to my shock and awe simply lifted me off the floor, with a grunt placing me on his hip, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I always knew Rob as a “man’s man” and a physical imposing individual. But him being able to pick me up, just like he would have picked up Jack, but with a little more physical effort completely blew my mind, as my jaw nearly hit the floor and before I knew it we were making our way out the living room and towards my nursery…..URGH!?, BEDROOM! I hadn’t hit the gym since starting my experiment, so I knew I had dropped some muscle mass and therefor some weight. It wasn’t exactly a secret that I had “let myself go” since the whole thing started, by shoulders weren’t as wide, my waist a little more rounded and overall I appeared chubbier and undefined, but despite a loss of heavy muscle mass, I still couldn’t believe that uncle Rob was able to simply pick me up and manhandle me like that. He was walking with heavy steps, grunting and taking deep breaths, as we reached my room, where he quickly made his way to the changing table and sat me down on top of the soft mattress, before breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay, big guy. Let’s see what we got here.” He started reaching underneath the table, producing wipes, powder and a fresh diaper. “Wow, Buddy. Your table is more well supplied than Jack’s.” He chuckled, setting everything aside, before placing a firm hand on my chest forcing me backwards until my back hit the plastic covered mat and I was left staring into the ceiling and watching the mobile spinning above me. The different colored cars were racing in circles above me, making my head spin as I heard the tapes of my diaper being ripped open and felt the cold air onto my bare and naked skin. “Ain’t much different than Jackie.” I heard Rob mumble to himself, as I felt a moist wipe make its way across my crotch, before the used diaper were pulled from under me, as Rob firmly grabbed both my ankles and lifted my bum into the air. My face turned red with embarrassment as my eyes shifted from the mobile and down towards Rob, just as he finished discarding of my used diaper. I always looked up to my Uncle Rob and wanted him to see me as his equal, the fact that he had just compared me to his own toddler son, filled me with a mix of shame and disappointment. He soon had a fresh diaper unwrapped and placed underneath me, lowering my bum onto the soft white padding. “I have to tell you, Pat.” She started, while sprinkling powder onto my bare crotch. “When you’re Mom told us about this whole project of yours, we didn’t really believe her or our own ears. In fact, I bet you Aunt an expensive night out, that you would drop the whole thing within a week.” He paused for a second, putting the power away. “We’re going out this weekend, by the way.” He laughed out loud. “I’ll be honest with you. At your age, you would think it would all revolve around cars, cruising the streets, picking up chicks, you know getting down and dirty.” He pulled the diaper up between my legs. “But looking at you in your current position. I wouldn’t say you belong in the driver seat of any car, not even the passenger seat, more like a car seat in the back maybe.” He pulled the diaper tight around my waist. “And cruising the streets….Maybe in a stroller in buddy.” He chuckled, securing one piece of tape onto the diaper. “And I’m not sure you’ll be picking up any girls at the moment buddy. But don’t worry, I’m sure there will be girls coming by. But not for a date, but maybe to babysit.” He continued as he secured the second piece of tape. “And to be honest buddy, the only thing that you’re getting dirty at the moment, are your nappies.” He ran his hands around the waistband of the diaper, making sure it was nice and secure. My eyes were slowly filling with tears, I knew everything that Rob were saying were true and I couldn’t deny any of it, but the fact that he was being so straight and forward with me. The fact that the man I looked up to and so desperately wanted to impress, looked at me in such a light. That really got to me, as I felt my lips started to tremble and a tear run down my face. “I’m not trying to embarrass you or humiliate you, Patrick.” He reached out of my line of sight, producing a light blue pacifier, that he offered to me and which I didn’t hesitate to accept. “In some strange way, I’m impressed by what you’re doing. It takes a lot of courage and strength, to be able to give up everything that one has worked for. All the way down to knowing if one has to use the toilet or not. The ultimate loss of control and power if you will.” He placed his palms underneath my armpits, helping me sit up. “I’m impressed by the fact, that you’ve gone this far and held on for so long. And let’s be honest you seem very relaxed about the whole thing. Might I say, it looks like you may even enjoy certain aspect of it.” He gave me a quick cocky wink. “You’re Mom certainly does, that’s for sure. And Jack really like having a family member his own age to play with, so in my eyes it’s a win, win.” He once again wrapped his arms tightly around me and lifted me off the changing table, as I suckled on my dummy, while another few tears ran down my face. “Don’t worry, Pat. When you’re ready for your big boy pants again, we’ll go back to talking BS and grabbing a few beers. Don’t you worry about that.” He carried me towards my bed and placed me down, once again almost forcing me onto my back before pulling the sheets on top of me. “But for now, I think its way past your bedtime.” He turned around and made his way towards the door. “I’m sure you’ll grow up to have a great life, buddy. But right now, you seem to be right where you belong.” He flipped the switch, turning off the lights and closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the dark, as I sobbed away, while suckling intensely on my pacifier. I could hear Rob and Karen saying their goodbyes and eventually the front door closing as they left. I didn’t know why Rob’s word had made me upset, they were true. Every single one of them. I wasn’t going to go cruising through the city in some fancy car, honking and hollering at hot girls anytime soon. Dating and especially sex wasn’t on the plate at all, at the moment. To be honest, at that point I couldn’t remember the last time I had, had a sexual thought or sexual urges for that matter. Thoughts like that, hadn’t crossed my mind in ages. Rob was 100% right. In that very moment I was right where I belonged, taped into a thick diaper, swaddled tight in my blanket sucking on my pacifier and without a care in the world. And most importantly out of everything that Rob had told me. He said that he was impressed, maybe even proud of my efforts. And that was what mattered the most. Rob was impressed by me. My Uncle Robbie was impressed. Those were the last thoughts that ran through my mind, before I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

I totally get where you're coming from and I think its a problem that a lot of fiction writing suffers from, not having looked into real world rules and regulation. That being said, since I'm just writing this for fun and as a past time, I'm not really worried with looking to much into laws that should be considered in the real world. It would be a lot of work, reading up on all that stuff, just to use it in some relaxed fictive writing. But maybe i'll be able to find a loophole somewhere

I completely understand the thoughts and critique of you guys. I'll be the first to admit that the story did take a turn from its original idea and plotpoint, heading into a different and more fantasy unrealistic path. This may be the result of several writers blocks or some real life stress, but I'm planning to still have it return to its original idea at some point. I'm enjoying writing this story and it allows me to take some breaks from real life from time to time, which is kinda of the point of the whole thing. I hope you'll continue to support the story, despite it not being what you may have original thought and please keep your thoughts, ideas and comments coming it means a lot to know that people enjoy reading the story and have thought and oppinions about what may happen to our diaper clad hero. Chapter 27: I slept great that night. Despite having taken a nap at Karen’s earlier during the day, it didn’t take long for me to drift into a deep peaceful slumber. Tightly tucked into me, happily sucking on my pacifier and clutching “Mr. Bunny Rabbit” close to my chest, I didn’t wake a single time during the night and didn’t regain my conscious until late the next morning when I felt the warm rays of the sun shine through my curtains, as the sound of birds chipping away, cars passing by and kids playing outside, gently brought me out of my slumber and back into the world. But something felt off. It wasn’t my pacifier, that was still planted firmly between my slobbery lips. Its wasn’t Mr. Bunny Rabbit him I still found myself clutching tightly as I slowly opened and readjusted my eyes. I couldn’t quit put my finger on what it was. My diaper felt soaked as usual but also…..MESSY! I quickly sat up and threw my sheets to the side and there was no double about it. I could feel the cold sticky mess, splattered all over the inside of my diaper and sticking close to my bare skin. For the first time I had not woken up in the middle of the night, needing to relieve myself. For the first time my body had simply reacted on instinct and not bothered to wake or warn me about something being wrong, it had simply done what it had to do. I could feel the cold, sticky mush being held firmly again my skin by my onesie as I scooted around on the mattress and swung my legs over the edge of the bed and slowly got to my feet. I knew I was in desperate need of a change, the cold goo in my diaper had been there for too long and was starting to irritate my skin and I wanted out of it. With my dummy planted firmly in my mouth, I made sure to grab MY bunny in one hand, before waddling out the bedroom and went looking for the only person that I knew would be able to help me, MOMMY. Waddling through the house, I soon found her in the living room in the middle of writing out some kind of report on her laptop. Her fingers were hitting the keyboard at rapid speed, but quickly came to a stop as she spotted me in the doorway. “Oh good morning, sleepy head. Did you have a good night? You must have, you’ve been down for almost twelve hours.” Her gently smile greeted me, but quickly faded as she saw the tears rapidly forming in my eyes. “Oh, honey. What’s the matter?” She got up to meet me in the doorway, as tears started flowing freely from my eyes. “What is it, baby. Did you have a bad dream?” She approached and put her arms around me, hugging me tightly to her chest until the stench of my diaper finally hit her nostrils and I felt her hand slowly run down my back and feel its way around my messy diaper butt. “Oh, Honey. Did you make a messy during the night?” She looked me deep in the eyes, as I simply nodded finding myself unable to come up with an audible response. “It’s okay, Baby. No need to worry.” She hugged me tight once more, rocking from side to side, trying to comfort me. “We’ll get you all cleaned up and then we’ll make some din din. Okay?” We both made our way to the bathroom and what followed was a long bubble bath with plenty of soap and bubbles, where Mom was sure to make me all nice and clean, while trying to cheer me up. After being dried off and wrapped in several towels Mom had me sit down on a small chair in the middle of the room, before informing me that a haircut was needed. Staring at my own reflection in the mirror it was hard to argue with her, the high and tight cut that I had been given some time ago, was long gone and my hair was starting to get rather long and messy, coming down past my ears and being especially long in the neck. Mom got busy with the scissors humming several sweet nursery rhymes, as hair started falling and pilling onto the floor. When she was done I was left with what could be descripted as a classic “bowl cut” which did a lot to round out my head and face, suddenly making me appear several years younger. Mom seemed extremely proud of herself, mentioning how cute and adorable I looked over and over again and who was I to argue? After getting my new “look” I was shiftily taken back to my bedroom and placed into a nice fresh new diaper and my outfit for the day consisting of a light blue onesie and dark green shorts, before it was finally time for breakfast. Mom had clearly not forgotten about our new “routine” established the night before, as after placing a bib around my neck and preparing a huge bowl of oatmeal, alongside a full zippy cup of milk, she started the process of feeding me once again. I knew resisting or arguing would do nothing to change her mind or my situation so I simply went along with it, allowing her to shovel spoon after spoon of oatmeal into my mouth, every single one accompanied my several car and crash sounds. Some of them I actually found rather amusing, especially the crash effect and accompanying commentary and announcement. A few times I actually found myself chuckling in-between spoons of mush. Breakfast went without any extreme mess and the few bits of splatter that had managed to escape my lips had mostly been caught by my bib, so after finish the last few drops of milk from my zippy cup, Mom was quickly able to clean me up using a few wipes, before sending me on her way, letting me know she needed to get back to work. I should be using such moments to write on my article, I knew that. And it wasn’t for a lack of trying, believe me. But whenever I would sit down at my laptop and open up the document, I would barely manage to put down a few lines, before I would feel the boredom set in and my attention drifting. This day was no different, after having barely done any writing I soon found myself browsing YouTube, my dummy once again placed between my lips and also with Mr. Bunny firmly clutched in one palm and instead of the usual sport or gaming videos, I found my attention drawn to cartoons and different singalong nursery rhymes videos. I spent hours happily singing along and bouncing up and down in my chair, making Mr. Bunny jump across the table and dance along to the soft tones of the music. During the day Mom would drop in from time to time, either to quickly have a firm feel of my diaper or simply to bring me or refill my zippy cup, making sure I was staying hydrated, which of course led to several soaked and one messy diaper during the span of that day. At some point during the day I found myself in need of yet another changed and waddled into the living room to find Mom on the phone. “Yes, yes tomorrow would be perfect. No, he is all, ready. I even gave him a cute new haircut today; I think it will be perfect. Anything we need to bring? Okay, well thank you so much. Oh yes, very excited. Thank you once again.” She hung up the phone before directing her attention towards me, knowing exactly what I needed as she guided me back to my bedroom for yet ANOTHER fresh diaper. Days like these felt like a haze, with very little to do I found my mind drifting. I had already established on this particular day, that the chances of getting any writing done on my article was close to zero and I instead found myself trying to keep my mind and body occupied, playing ball in the garden and later found myself planted on my blanket in front of the TV, letting the cartoons on the screen do all the work and letting my mind go blank, happily watching whatever was on at that very moment while suckling away at my dummy and of course making sure to keep a firm hold of Mr. Bunny. The night culminated with dinner, this time I didn’t even bother to argue, Mom was clearly set on introducing this new “feeding” procedure and who was I to argue? To be honest it was rather amusing watching Mommy make the spoon fly and spin through the air on its way towards my mouth, while doing her best to make several different car noises and imitating a Daytona racecar driver and announcer. Dinner was followed by a bit of TV time, only interrupted by another diaper change and soon it was time was bedtime once again. With my nighttime diaper still close to dry, my binkie securely between my lips and with Mr. Bunny firmly in my grasp, I was tugged in for another night, as my eyes soon started to close and everything went black. I was awoken rather abruptly the next morning, as the curtains was pulled apart and the bright sunlight exploded into my bedroom. Before I even had a chance to rub the sleep from my eyes, Mom already had my sheet pulled away and her palm placed on the front of my nappy. “Hmmm, only wet. You’ll hold.” She rather dazed and confused, she guided me out of bed not even allowing me to bring Mr. Rabbit with me, as she lead me to the kitchen where breakfast was already served and waiting for me. This morning there wasn’t much playing around during feeding, as I was simply told and instructed when to open my mouth and once in a while handed my zippy cup to take a few big gulps of milk, before being feed another couple spoonful’s of oatmeal and within no time at all, breakfast was over and I my hands and face were swiftly cleaned with a wipe, before with a firm hold of my wrist Mom guided me to the bathroom and quickly got a bath running. “Mom?” I managed to whisper, as she was busy unbuttoning my onesie. “Are you angry?” I was almost afraid of asking her, not wanting to upset her or make the situation worse, if that was actually the case. She proceeded to pull the onesie over my head and throw it aside. “Of course no honey, we’re just in a bit of a hurry today.” She gave me a gently smile and as her hand brushed across my cheek. With two swift pulls, she removed the tapes of my diaper letting it plop to the floor. “Now, get in the bath, we need to get you all clean and pretty.” As Mom proceeded to wash my hair and scrub me down, I couldn’t help but wonder, what all the rush was about, but my mind kept wandering back the phone call I heard her have the day before. Lost in my own train of thought, I let Mom finish washing me of and afterward I found myself wrapped in several towels being dried off, before I was led naked as the day I was born, back to my bedroom and guided onto the changing table, where a fresh new diaper was soon pulled up between my legs and fastened around my waist. Next came a light blue onesie with white edge around the sleeves and neck and a pair of light blue denim shortalls, followed by a pair of clean white socks and I was ready for whatever Mom had planned for us. As I followed Mom through the house and into the entrance hall, I concluded that she must have been up early on that particular day. Not only had she had plenty of time to shower and get herself dressed, but my diaper bag was also already packed and waiting for me at the front door. Mom quickly had my shoes tied around my feet and within no time at all, we were heading out the door and towards the car, where I soon found myself in the back seat, with my diaper bag next to me. Before slamming the door, Mom reached into the bag and produced my zippy cup and handed it to me. “If you get thirsty, Baby. But please don’t make a mess.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, before closing the door and getting in the front seat and soon we were on our way. To where I still did not know. My first thought as we pulled out of the driveway, was that maybe we were going to the park, maybe we were going to meet up with Karen and Jack or maybe we were going to the beach again. But that it quickly came apparent that none of my guesses were correct. As I sat staring out of the window, I could tell we were going in the completely opposite direction, out of the city and soon the roads started to seem unfamiliar and unknown to me. I placed my lips around the opening of my zippy cup and took several big gulps of cold juice, slightly nervous about what Mom had in store for us, but at the same time felt a familiar calmness wash over me, my subconscious telling me “that there was nothing to be afraid of and that Mom had every under control.” I leaned back in my seat, feeling a rush of warm urine soak into the padding of my diaper, as I continued to stare out the window having no idea of where we were or where we were going. Finally, Mom took a turn and went off the freeway as we drove into what seemed like an industrial area somewhere outside of town. We took several quick turns into the area and were soon surrounded by large warehouses on both sides. “Mom. Where are we going?” I asked loudly, as the car continued to swerve between the large buildings. “Hush, Baby. Mom needs to focused for a second.” She was clearly focused, trying to find the right building, between all the large constructions which all seemed to look the same. “Finally!” Mom erupted as she turned off the road and into a big empty parking space belonging to a large warehouse, no different than all the others. She drove towards the large grey concrete building and car came to a stop next to what appeared to be a small door on the side of the massive wall. “Okay, Baby. We’re here.” She announced turning the car off and opening her door to step outside. I still did not know, where “here” was, but as Mom opened my door and unbuckled my seatbelt, I loyally followed her out the car, as she made sure to grab my diaper bag from the car floor before we made our way towards the door, where Mom proceeded to knock hard several times, before grabbing the handle and pushing it open. Inside we were greeted by a rather large empty space, the walls were the same boring concrete grey color as the outside of the building and the whole room were brightly lit with huge light tubes hanging from the ceiling. “HELLO!?!” Mom yelled out into the empty space. “One second!” Echoed a voice loudly back, before a unknown woman appeared out an open door, leading to a separate room. “Oh, Hello!” She greeted us loudly, as she made her way through the room and towards us. She appeared to be in her early forties, maybe ten years younger than Mom, her dark brown hair tied in a tight ponytail, looking very formal and business focused as she was dressed in a semi long, rather right black skirt and a white just as tight buttoned down shirt. She approached us with a large smile extending her hand to Mom. “You must be Susan, I’m Emily we spoke on the phone.” They shook hands. “Yes, I’m Susan. Nice to finally meet you and put a face to the name.” Mom smiled, before turning her gaze to me. “And this is, Patrick. Say hi Honey.” Emily’s eyes widened as she turned her stare towards me, she was clearly struggling to not let her jaw slam against the floor. “Nice to meet you, Patrick.” She extended her hand, which I carefully shook, not knowing exactly what was going on or how to feel about this new person or the whole situation overall. “Well. I have to say.” Emily started, letting her eyes wander up and down, clearly inspecting my appearance and outfit. “I’ve heard a lot about Patrick here. The editor at Mommy Mag, did say that you guys had gone rather all in and maybe a bit further than expected and even with everything you’ve told me over the phone, Karen. Even then I must admit.” Her eyes strolled over me one more time, as her smile grew even wider. “This is going to be just perfect. I can’t wait to get started, it’s going to be the best photoshoot we’ve ever done and great advertisement and publicity for us here at “Cribs to College”.” As those words left her lips, the penny finally dropped for me and so did my jaw. “Cribs to College!?” I blurted out. “That’s right, Patrick.” Emily smiled back. “Isn’t it great, Baby?” Mom placed a hand on my shoulder before continuing. “I wanted to tell you soon, but thought it would be a great surprise. Emily here called one day, asking for you. But you were busy playing outside, so we just talked for a bit. Apparently the people at Cribs to College, who made the base for you wonderful changing table, had heard about your project and contacted your boss at Mommy Mag about doing a photoshoot with some of their special furniture, so Mommy Mag could use it for you article and also so Cribs to College could use it for their advertisement and webpage. And I just thought it sounded like an wonderful idea and Emily is the photographer on the project and she was just dying to meet you and do the photoshoot when she called, so I just couldn’t say no. I could barely believe my ears. How could Mom make this kind of arrangement without involving me? How many people knew about my project, how did Emily and here company find out about it and why did my boss or editor not contact me about it? Why did I not have a say in any of this? I stood speechless with my mouth wide open, unable to utter a single word and not sure what to say or how to feel about the whole situation. “So, come with me you two. The set is in the next room.” Emily turned and started walking back towards the door she came from, before disappearing through it. “Let go, Baby.” Mom placed a firm hand on my back, leading and partly pushing me along towards the door, as we entered the next room and my jaw dropped even lower, almost shattering my teeth on the floor, as I spotted the set for my photoshoot. The inside of this much smaller room, which once may have served as the office of the warehouse, had been decorated to resemble a nursery. The boring grey walls, had been covered with huge light blue sheet and the floor with a soft greyish carpet. The first piece of furniture that my eyes spotted was a changing table placed against the back wall. It was almost identical to my own, but was lagging the costume race car theme and decoration, but looked to be fully stacked with unopened packs of diapers and supplies underneath. In the middle of the room stood a huge white high chair, taller and large than anything I could imagine, looking like it would have no problem containing myself or any other adult. Next to it, hanging from two massive hooks in the ceiling was what looked to be a gigantic baby bouncer, the seat of it made of a bright white thick fabric light material, suspended from the ceiling by two massively thick elastic bands. As my eyes continued to scan the room, I next spotted a massive rectangular playpen on the floor, it closely resembled the one that me and Jack had been playing in, but the side of this one was way taller and looked like they would come close to chest hide for me. Lastly I spotted the final and most impressive furniture in the whole room, a massive white wooden crib placed against the set wall. It looked to be the size of an adult bed, but with massively high railings that would make escaping damn near impossible for any adult person. As I stood speechless, but eyes flickering all over the place, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, Emily once again approached, now with a large camera hanging around her neck. “So, I’m not sure where we should start, but we need to get some picture with the whole set.” She proceeded to push a few buttons on the camera. “I must say, Emily. This is really impressive. Are all of these things, product form the company?” Mom inquired looking around the set. “Oh no.” Emily chuckled. Most of it have been made specifically as props for this shoot. “The Crib and Changing table, are part of the product line. The Changing table turns into a dresser, when needed and the railings of the cribs can be removed and adjusted so it can serve as a full size bed. But everything else is more or less made for the photoshoot.” She adjusted the lens of her camera. “As I told you on the phone. We’re looking to do a two-part shoot. One with Patrick here, using the more infantile side of our product, which I must say he is very much dressed to play the part.” She chuckled, before continuing. “And then when the project is done, he’ll come back for another shoot, all grown up. So we can really show and demonstrate the Cribs to College aspect of our furniture line.” Mom nodded her head up and down, clearly agreeing with Emily, thinking the whole concept was an great idea. “Well let’s get started then.” Mom once again placed her hand firmly on my back, pushing me towards the set. At that point it become clear to me, that I had no say in the manner. The whole shoot had been planned and set up without my approval or without my knowledge and now I was stuck in the middle of it, with no way out. My infantile situation was about to be captured forever and possible published and showcased to the whole world, as part of not only my own project, but also an advertise campaign for a furniture company. The whole situation seemed surreal, but I struggled to see a clear way out and thought that even if I tried to argue, the chances of Mom listening to my please, would be zero to none. There was nothing else to do, then simply following along with the idea and just hoping that the pictures and photoshoot itself, wouldn’t be too embarrassing. “I’m thinking, maybe we should start with the highchair. I’m not sure, if you’ve already had lunch, but I got some props I would like to incorporate in those photos.” Emily suggested gazing towards the massive chair in the middle of the room. “Oh, my Patty is always hungry, so why not.” Mom laughed back at her, resulting in Emily responding with a quick head nod, before turning to go get her props. As she did, Mom guided me towards the high chair, which only seemed even larger and taller, the close I got to it. Mom managed to remove the tray from the chair, with ease clearly admiring the massive structure. “Mom, do I really have to do this. I don’t really wanna.” I pleaded, trying to do anything to get out of this whole ordeal. “Nonsense, Baby. Your boss wants this, the company who were so kind to sponsor your changing table wants this and I would really LOVE if you would do this. This way, when this is all over and your back out of diapers, I would have a few memories of the time I had my sweet baby back for a short while and you know what? I’m sure it going to be a lot of fun.” She gave me a big smile. I let my gaze drop, knowing that there was clearly no way out of doing this thing and that I might as well accept defeat. “Okay, Mommy.” I mumbled underneath my breath. “That’s my big boy.” She smiled running her hand across my cheek. “Let’s get you ready for the first shoot.” She quickly unsnapped the suspenders of my shortalls letting them fall to the floor, leaving me only in my onesie and diaper. Next she dug deep into my diaper bag producing an all-white clean bib, which was quickly tied around my neck, before I was guided into the seat of the high chair, having to do a small jump to get in place, as my feet dangled freely above the floor, while Mom pushed the tray back in place, locking me in. Just then Emily returned carrying a small plastic bowl in her hand, but stopped dead in her tracks, once again clearly having to hold her jaw from slamming against the floor, as she spotted me in the highchair. “OH MY. That’s. That’s just adorable and just PERFECT. I must say, you’ve really gone all in on this whole ordeal.” She proceeded to approach me, placing the bowl on the tray in front of me, as Mom simply smiled. “Now look, Patrick. I just want you to dig in, do whatever you want. Just imagine I’m not here.” She took a few steps backwards, while preparing her camera. Looking down at the bowl, I appeared to be plain spaghetti splattered in ketchup. “No fork?” I whispered, looking confused at Mom. “Its okay, Honey. Just do as Emily says, just dig in.” Came her firm response accompanied with a smile, as she stepped away from the chair and out of frame, as Emily pointed her camera at me. “Just imagine I’m not here.” She noted once again, snapping the first picture, making the flash light up the set. I took a second to stare around the room, from my seat in the high chair, as I locked eyes with Mom she simply gave me approving nod, letting me know that there was no way out, as my focus shifted to the bowl in front of me. With nothing else to do, I dug my palm into the slippery ketchup covered spaghetti, managing to grasp a handful and did my best to shove it into my mouth, with have of it hitting its mark and the rest dropping all over my bib, face and onto the tray of the highchair, as the flash of Emily’s camera exploded into my eyes, lighting up the room like firework. I repeated the process several times, as Emily moved around, making sure to get pictures from every possible angle, as I proceeded to make a terrible mess of myself, dropping and splattering ketchup and spaghetti all over myself, the high chair and onto the floor. When the bowl was finally empty, half of the food seemed to have made its way into my mouth, with the rest of it scattered all over the place, as my face, hands and bib were left covered in sticky red ketchup. “That was just perfect. Great job. I’ll got get the next scene ready.” Emily announced leaving Mom to get me cleaned up from the mess I made. Using several wipes, she managed to get my face and hands cleaned up, before removing the bib from around my neck, revealing a few sticky spots of ketchup having made it way onto my onesie. “You did such a good job, Baby. I’m very proud of you.” She whispered gently, before removing the tray and helping me out of the high chair. Emily was already standing by at the playpen, which proved to have a small gate that could swing open allowing me to enter, without having to climb over the high railing. The bottom of the playpen was covered in a soft white sheep skin rug, which felt warm and soft to stand and sit on. Emily instructed me to start by standing and leaning again the side of the playpen, looking over the railing and straight into the camera. As she snapped several pictures. “Wait a second!” Mom sudden interrupted, before rushing to grab something from my diaper bag. She soon returned with a white pacifier, which she plopped between my lips. “Oh, god yes. Just perfect!” Emily announced, as her eye lit up and she proceeded to snap several pictures. I was instructed to lay down on the sheep skin and lift my bum in the air, as Emily snapped several pictures down from above, with a little effort I managed to grab one foot and almost suck my own toes, which made both Emily and Mom burst out in aww, leaving me feeling rather proud of myself, thinking I was doing a tremendous job. Emily continued to snap away, as I moved around on the soft sheep skin. The flash of from her camera went off like firework, as she moved around trying to catch me from several different angles, until she finally proclaimed that she got what she needed. “I’ll just go change my lens. You can take a short break, if you want, Patrick.” She turned to head back to her small work station. Mom opened the gate of the playpen allowing me to step out, before she proceeded to reach down, sticking two fingers in between the fabric of my onesie and my diaper, giving it a quick feel. “Oh my, you’re soaked. I think we need to get you changed, before you leak all over Emily’s set and her expensive furniture.” She proclaimed, before turning to face Emily who was still busy looking for the right lens to use for the next shoots. “Emily, I’m sorry. But he’s really in need for a fresh diaper. Is it okay if we use the changing table, I brought everything that we need with us.” The question quickly got Emily’s attention as she looked up from her camera back with Christmas lights in her eyes. “Of course! That’s what’s it’s made for. You don’t mind if I take the change to shoot some pictures in the meantime?” “Of course not.” Mom quickly replied, as she grabbed my hand, leading me towards the changing table. I was at a complete lost for word. I had been changed in front of aunt Karen before, but the thought of letting this completely new and unknown person watch me laid out on the changing table, naked as the day I was born, while getting my soaked diaper changed, almost sent me into a state of panic. “Mom, please. Does she have to watch?” I whined, as she guided me onto the changing table. “Of course, Baby. How else is she going to be table to take the photos she needs?” She guided me to lay back down on the soft changing mat, that covered the top of the table. “BUT, MOM!” I almost cried out, only for her to shove my pacifier from earlier back into my mouth, silencing my plead for privacy and to retain what was left of my dignity. As I laid there on the changing table, staring up into the ceiling of the building, I could faintly spot Emily returning out of the corner of my eye and as Mom popped open the buttons of my onesie, the flashes of Emily’s camera once again lit up the room like a rain of shooting stars. “So. I simply have to ask.” She started, in between flashes. “I’ve gotten the basic of the whole project, from the people at Mommy Mag. But how did you get involved in all of this and what about the clothes and I also understand that you got a table similar to this at home.” Her question was directed at Mom, who was busy ripping open the tapes of my soggy diaper, exposing my back crotch to the cold air and of course to Emily and her camera. “Well.” Mom started, taking a second to contemplate her answer. “You’re right, it’s started out as Patrick’s project, all on his own. To be honest, in the beginning I was firmly against it. The whole idea sounded rather crazy. Think about it a strong independent young man, going back in diapers and then training himself back again, all just to write an article for a magazine. Sounds crazy right?” The soaked diaper was pulled away from my bare skin, as she continued. “I wanted nothing to do with it, why would I approve of my son doing something like that, but he was firm on the idea and we is…well, were a grown man so I couldn’t exactly stop him. So back in diapers he went.” Emily had stopped taken pictures and were simply listening, as Mom used a few wipes to clean my crotch. “In the beginning I was okay, letting him do it on his own. But it quickly became clear that he was not capable of handling the responsibility and tasks that came with the project, on his own. You should have seen the messes he made and got himself into in the beginning. So at one point, I simply had to step in and offer my “expertise”. She retrieved a fresh diaper from my diaper bag and unfolded it, instructing me to lift my bum off the table, allowing her to slide it in place under me. I did as instructed, suckling away at my dummy, to be honest I was just as intrigued listening to Mommy, as I think Emily was. “So, after almost twenty years I went back on diaper duty, to make sure that my son was taken care of and to avoid having all my furniture ruined. And the clothes, well having easy diaper access simply just makes my life a lot easier, the same with the changing table. And everything else, that comes along. Well, if my son is back in diapers, its only fair that he also gets to experience the things that comes along with it. Also its makes it much easier for his younger cousin “Jack”. To understand why his much older cousin is suddenly back in diaper and when they start potty training together, they are going to be on equal footing.” She pulled the new diaper up between my thighs, before taping it nice and snug around my waist. “To be completely honest. Having my baby boy back for a short while, isn’t so back. And when it comes time to potty train him once again, who better to do it than.” “His own Mommy.” Emily cut in, as the flash of her camera once again went off. “Exactly.” Mom smiled, before securing the last tape of my new diaper. It felt rather surreal having them talk about me, as if I wasn’t even there, being left completely out of an conversation that completely revolved around me. But hearing Mom say that she kind of enjoyed helping me with my project, somehow washed away all my worries and gave me an unexplained internal calmness. “So, what do you need next.” Mom asked Emily, as she got ready to help me put my onesie back on. “Actually. Would it be okay, if we snapped a few pictures, with him in just his diaper?” Emily asked with a smile, that made Mom stop her movement and give me a quick look. “Of course, whatever you need.” She proceeded to fold and put away my onesie, before guiding me down from the table. “Lovely, I think we’ll move on to the crib shots next, then.” Emily happily announced, nodding towards the huge crib standing a few meters away. We walked the short distant over towards the giant infantile bed, which side rails towered above me, as I stood there naked except for my diaper, simply staring at it. “Okay, Pat. Jump in.” Emily instructed, as she unlocked the railing allowing her to lower it to the floor and for me to climb onto the mattress. “Oh, that’s just adorable.” Mom announced, as Emily raised the side back up, locking me inside. “Isn’t it? And when you remove the railing and adjust the height, it works and looks like just any ordinary bed. It truly does go from Crib to College use.” Emily just chuckled, adjusting her camera, getting ready to snap away. Mom simply tilted her head ever to slightly, while watched me trying to get to my feet inside the giant crib, which proved to be a small challenge, due to the combination of the thick diaper between my legs and the soft mattress of the crib making it hard to find my balance, resulting in me having to hold onto the railing of the crib to finally get vertical. The crib railing was just a bit taller than shoulder height, allowing me to barely put my jaw over the top of it took look out and making it impossible to escape, without opening the lock holding it in place, which was out of my reach. “Perfect, Patty. Just move around and have fun with it.” Emily instructed, having started using the more childish version of my name, normally only used by my Uncle in a teasing manner. I tried doing my best to give her some sweet and innocent poses, as Emily snapped away. At one point letting go of the railing, which quickly caused me to fight to keep my balance, due to the soft padding of the mattress and resulting in me falling to my knees. Emily continued snapping away, as Mom stood my silent. I crawled around inside the crib, allowing Emily to get several different shots, at one point she retrieved a small step ladder, setting it up next to the crib, allowing her to take some photos down into the giant bed, as I lay sprawled out flat on my back, my diaper and bare body fully exposed. When Emily finally announced that she got what she needed, I was completely blinded by the camera flash and feeling rather proud of myself. I had never done any sort of modeling work before and had never really liked having my picture taken, but by the sound of it Emily was more than happy by my efforts. The side of the crib was lowered allowing for me to climb out. “Think there’s only the bouncer left and then we are all done for today.” Emily announced motioning towards the bungee jump like setup that was hanging in the middle of the room, suspended from the ceiling by two thick rubber bands. “Oh my. You used to have a Baby Jumper just like it. Remember that, Honey?” Mom proclaimed, as she went to inspect mechanism. “You used to love, being suspended in it, in front of the TV. You would hang and bounce up and down for hours, laughing away. I remember you throwing some terrible tantrums, whenever someone would remove you from it.” She continued while inspecting the bouncer, opening up the two locks that closed the “seat” motioning me to approach it. The seating had two leg holes, which Mom helped me step into, before she pulled the front strap back up, locking it in place across my chest almost like a pair of overalls. As Mom let go of the bouncer, it quickly became clear that my weight alone was no enough to hold it down and I was suddenly left hanging in the air, only barely able to touch the floor with the tips of my toes. “Oh this really brings back memories.” Mom chuckled loudly, grabbing the rubber bands and giving them a few hard yanks, resulting in me bouncing up and down, helplessly in the air unable to stop myself or reach the floor. The feeling of being freefalling only to be stopped just before my feet hit the ground and fly back up, gave me fluttery sensation and sent butterflies thought my stomach and soon I found myself laughing out loud with every bounce. “HIGHER MOM, HIGHER MOMMY!” I screamed in excitement, as Mom gave the bouncer another firm yank. I didn’t even notice Emily and her camera and only barely spotted the flash as it went off, I was having too much fun to care about any of that. This was the best part of the whole day, it’s been ages since I’d had so much fun and laughed so loud. “I think that’s all I need.” Emily finally announced, putting the cap back onto the lens of her camera. “Mind if I have a look?” Mom replied, giving the bouncer one last yank. “Sure, we can put them up on my laptop.” Emily happily answered back. I had no interest in seeing the pictures, I barely noticed Mom and Emily stepping aside, I was too busy laughing and giggling away as I continued to bounce up and down. At one point I was laughing so hard, that tears started rolling down my cheeks, I was having the time of my life. But my fun came to a sudden holt, as a quick cramp shot through my stomach. This wasn’t butterfly cramps; this was something different. I quickly realized that I hadn’t gone number two during the night and no even before or after having breakfast or eating the spaghetti earlier. “MOM!” I yelled out, knowing full well what was about to happen and with no way of releasing myself from the bouncer, I needed assistant urgently. “MOMMY!” I cried out one more time, but within seconds I felt my bowels relax and release a flood of Poop into my diaper and with the bouncer holding me up and tightly secured between my legs, there was nowhere for the mess to go, as it started spreading up the back, between my legs and into the front my diaper, as my bladder also gave way releasing a sea of urine into the already terrible mess that my diaper fought to contain. “MOOOOOMMMMYYYYY!!!!” I cried out loudly, the tears of joy now having turned to tears of embarrassment and helplessness. “What’s all that fuzz about!?” The sound of Mom’s voice echoed through the room as her and Emily finally returned to my line of sight. “What is all the screaming abo-Oh my GOD! What’s that smell!?” Emily caught herself off and quickly took a few steps backwards her face twisting in a sickening grimace. “Oh, honey!” Mom didn’t hesitate as she approached me and quickly started unlocking the front flap of the bouncer. As the flap came down, my diaper was exposed and the mere sight of it, had Emily making gagging motions, as she took several more steps backwards. “Oh my, lord.” Mom helped me step out of the bouncer, making sure to have me move really slow and careful as my diaper was clearly at its limit and hanging onto my hips for dear life. Through my tears I could see Emily in the distant, covering her mouth, clearly not sure if she should laugh, gag or ask a thousand questions. “I’m sorry. I was fine with the whole wetting and all. But this is just a tad bit too much.” She announced to the room, as Mom was busy trying to wipe the tears from my eyes. “It can be very overwhelming. I know. Do you mind if we borrow the changing table one more time?” Mom questioned Emily, but was clearly not waiting for her to answer as she was already leading me towards the gigantic table. “Of, of course. You do whatever you need. I’ll just go pack my things up and leave you two alone.” Emily answered back while inhaling through her mouth, trying to avoid breathing in the stench of my accident. “Jesus Christ.” I heard her mumble under her breath, as she walked off disappearing out of sight, as Mom helped me scoot onto the changing table, the mess of my diaper splattering even further as my diaper hit the plastic covered changing mat. Emily had clearly been appalled by my messy display and lack of control. Almost like she couldn’t believe that a grown person could make such a mess of themselves with next to no control at all and simply lose any emotional control. I felt embarrassed by the fact that she had seen me like that, this stranger that I had only met earlier that day, had seen me at my very lowest. I couldn’t blame her for feeling disgusted and for almost puking by the mere sight and smell of my diaper. Judging by the time and amount of wipes it took Mom to get me cleaned up, I must have made an absolute mess of myself. The only person that didn’t seem to mind was Mom, she simply got to work fixing me up, while humming a soft lullaby underneath her breath. Once in a while she would whisper that everything was going to be alright and applaud me for how good I had been today and how great of a job I had done during the photoshoot. The calmness in her voice and praise of my “modelling work” made me feel a lot better and made the whole situation feel less terrible, than it actually was. Finally, I found myself in a fresh new diaper, as Mom once again pulled my onesie over my head snapping it between my thighs, before having me jump off the table and helping me step back into my shortalls, pulling them back in place and securing the straps over my shoulders and across my chest. Just as Mom finished packing everything up, Emily returned. “I’m sorry about that, it was just.” Mom faced her with a smile. “None need to apologize. You’ve been great today. We’ll love to work with you in the future.” Emily gave her a friendly smile back, before handing her a small flashdrive. “In case you want to keep or share any of the pictures with family.” Mom accepted the offering, putting the small stick in her pocket. “We talked about it on the phone. Any chance we could, take something with us before we leave?” “Of course! As I said, most of this was made specifically for the shoot, I don’t expect us to have any more use for it. To be honest, according to my boss, it’s the least we can do. We would never have gotten anyone else to do this shoot, its going to be great advertisement and publicity. What did you have in mind.” Mom looked around the room, letting her eyes drift for a moment. “Well..We don’t have that much room at the moment, my car is kind of small. But since he liked it so much, how about the bouncer and then maybe we can figure out something else later?” Emily nodded in approval. “Of course. It’s all going into storage, so just give me a call and I’ll set up something for you.” Emily quickly had her step ladder set up and managed to unhook the bouncer from the ceiling, folding the rubber bands together, before handing the whole thing to me with a smile. “Think you can manage to carry this for your Mommy, big guy?” I extended both arms as she handed my new “toy” to me. “Say thank you, Honey.” Mom instructed. I looked at Emily for a second and inspecting the bouncer in my arms. It had brought me so much joy, only thirty minutes ago and now I got to take it home with me. I felt overjoyed, but didn’t want to show, a adult twenty something old shouldn’t be thrilled by the thought of having to spent his time bouncing up and down in nothing but his properly wet or even messy diaper, but the truth was I was ecstatic by the mere thought of it. “Thank you.” I mumbled trying to control myself. “You’re most welcome.” Emily answered with a smile before following us towards the exit and outside. As I put the bouncer away in the trunk of the car, Mom opened the door to the backseat and instructed me to get in before making sure my seatbelt was securely fastened. “I wish you both the best of luck. Don’t hesitate to contact me again.” Emily let us know, as Mom got into the front seat leaving her to close the back door. “Good luck, Patty. Hopefully next time I see you, you’ll be able to use the potty like a BIG boy.” She chuckled, before slamming the door shut, as Mom fired up the engine and set the car in motion.

Writers block. Covid restrictions and all the depression, mental instability and job stress and insecurity that follows along. yada,yada, yada. You know the drill. Lets see if I can get something going here again Chapter 26: “Oh I’m so sorry!” “Don’t worry. As I told him, accidents happen, it wasn’t that bad. Don’t you be sorry.” I slowly started coming out of my slumber, my eyes slowly opening but my vision still blurry. The voices of Karen and my Mom were faint and echoed in the distance. “You should have seen them earlier; they were playing so nice together. I almost think Pat had just as much, if not more fun than Jackie did. Oh and during lunch, it was just the cutest, little guy was trying so hard.” I finally came out of my dreamlike state and realized that I still found myself curled up in the playpen, only thing covering my diapered naked body was a thin blanket, my binkie still bopping up and down between my lips, as my eyes fully opened and I spotted Karen and Mom standing over the playpen, engaged in a conversation that quickly stopped as Mom noticed my eyes opening. “Oh, there is my special little guy. Did you have a good nap sweetie?” She cooed down at me, while slowly reaching down into the playpen and gently moving the blanket aside to reveal my diaper, placing her hand gently on the front of it. “Uh,Oh. I think somebody did have a good nap, you’re soaked.” Giving the front of my nappy another firm squish she concluded that it could easily hold up until we got home. “Yeah, he didn’t have any change of cloth with him. So I kind of just had to leave him like that.” Karen looked down at me, as Mom fully pulled the blanket away exposing my “naked” state. “Oh don’t worry about it. He doesn’t look to be cold. But I better get him home and into something.” Mom assured Karen, while grabbing me by both wrist guiding me to my feet and helping me step over the edge of the playpen and out onto the floor. I was still trying to get my full bearing, still feeling rather drowsy having been awoken from my nap and at the same time, still feeling rather spent from all the playing and action that had been going on during the day. As I wiped the remaining sleep from my eyes, Mom was busy getting my things together and also managed to find my shortalls which I had luckily not been wearing during my “leaky accident”. They provided little coverage, as they left most of my torso bare and even allowed my diaper to poke out the top, but I was still happy to do as I was told, when Mom instructed me to step through the legs holes, before she pulled them in place. At least I would be wearing more that just my bare diaper on the trip home. In the entrance Mom helped me put my shoes back on, I was yet to utter a word since waking up, content with just suckling on my trusty pacifier, as Mom did all the work making me ready for the ride home. Karen rejoined us at the front door, holding my diaper bag in her hand. “I think I got everything together. I threw his wet onesie in a plastic bag, so it’s ready to go straight in the washer when you guys get home.” She handed the bag to Mom, who slung it over her shoulder. “Oh! And don’t forget this.” It wasn’t until then that I noticed the zippy cup from earlier in Karen’s other hand, that she also extended and handed to Mom. “He seemed to really like it earlier and it helped avoid several spills during the day. We have a few of them, so he might as well keep this one.” She gave me a gently smile, while Mom took the cup and gave it a quick glance. “Oh, it’s just the cutest and what a great idea!” She quickly stuffed the cup into the side pocket of my diaper bag, before turning her eyes to me. “Say thank you, Honey.” I gave Karen a quick look, noticing her still smiling at me, not breaking eye contact clearly waiting for my response. “Phank, yu. Ounti Kaen.” I managed to mumbled around the nipple of my dummy. “You’re very welcome, Honey.” She ran her hand through my hair, before giving Mom a quick hug goodbye and seeing us out the front door. I soon found myself in the backseat of the car, with Mom cruising down the freeway on our way back home. During the ride Mom trying to make small talk, mostly asking into how my day had been, what me and Jack had been playing and if I had fun. I choose to mostly remain silent, completely content with just staring out the window and sucking away at my dummy. Even if I wanted to admit it or not, I had actually enjoyed the day and playing with Jack had really been a blast, but I didn’t feel like letting Mom know that, nor did I have the energy to start talking her through all the games we had been playing. “She wouldn’t understand.” I thought to myself, as I watched the scenery pass by. As we rolled up in the driveway the sun was slowly setting in the distance, as Mom got my diaper bag, plus a few other plastic bags unloaded from the car, before leading me back inside helping me untie my shoes and then sending me on my way, as she got busy unpacking and preparing dinner. The rest of the night went rather uneventful, while our dinner was cooking away on the stove Mom found me in my room and helped me get out of shortalls, doing another diaper check and concluding that despite it being soaked I would be able to hold up until bedtime. The struck me as a little odd that after having stripped me of my shortalls and checked my increasingly soaked diaper, she didn’t find me another outfit to wear. Instead simply instructing me to join her dinner, leaving me in only my soaked diaper and nothing else, as I waddled into the kitchen and took my usual seat at the table. A huge bowl of unnamable mush was already placed on the table in front of my chair, but what caught my eyes was in place of my usual glass of milk I now saw the zippy cup gifted to me my Karen instead. My eyes stayed fixated on the colorful plastic cup, as Mom made her way around me and tied my bib in place, before taking her seat next to me. With my focus fully on the zippy cup next to my plate, I actually failed to notice my lack of cutlery until I reached out for it and found nothing, prompting me to stare at Mom with confusion. “Yeah, Baby. I think it’s best for now, if you get a little help eating. That way we can avoid making a terrible mess and also.” She picked up her spoon and dug into my bowl of mush. “Aunty Karen told me, that you really LOVED this little game.” She started making engine noises with lips, while slowly moving the spoon towards my lips. “Open up the garage, we got to make a quick pitstop!” “Mom, please I can do it mys-.” My plead for control over my own spoon, was just the chance that she needed to shovel the first spoonful into my mouth and from there I knew the battle was lost, as every time I came close finishing and swallowing a mouthful another one was already on its way accompanied by various car sounds, tier screeching and orders to “open up the garage! Make a quick pit stop or put the pedal to the metal” As spoonful after spoonful of goo found its way into my mouth, some missing the target or simply escaping due to an overflow of mush in my mouth. The mix of mush and split dripping onto my chin, bib and bare chest was followed my announcement of “Oh we have a huge crash! He spun out or We have a pile on, on the exit ramp.” As Mom tried to keep me entertained but mostly managed to entertain herself, until my bowl was finally empty. “All done! Good job, baby!” Mom exclaimed, as I fought trying to sink the last mouthful of mush, before she handed me MY new zippy cup. “Drink up, while Mommy finishes her dinner.” She instructed, while continuing to dig into her own food. I placed my lips around the spout of the cup and tilted my head backwards, doing my best to suck every last drop of cold milk from the cup, trying to use it to clear away the taste and feeling of mush in my mouth and throat. I managed to finish my drink, just as Mom finished her food. Soon she had me all cleaned up using several wipes to remove the remaining mush from around my mouth, jaw, hands and chest. “I think we’re going to call it an early night, tonight.” She announced while removing my bib. “But, Mooomm! Its barely 8 o’clock!” I complained. “I know, Baby. But you’ve had a long day and we both need our rest. Besides, I got something I want to show you.” The hint of a surprise quickly caught my attention, as I completely gave up on trying to get my bedtime postponed and instead followed Mom towards my bedroom, my now REALLY soaked diaper, hanging low around my waist and swaying from side to side with every step. Once inside the bedroom I was guided onto the changing table and was ready to be changed into my nighttime diaper. Mom disappeared out of my field of vision for a moment, as I was left on my back staring into the ceiling, but she soon returned. “Look at this, Baby!” I took me a second to figure out what she was doing, as she reached up towards the ceiling above the changing table, but I soon noticed exactly what she was doing as she moved out of the way. Hanging on a small hook above my changing table, was my very own MOBILE. Very similar to the one Jack had hanging above his changing table, but where Jack’s were filled with clouds and planes, mine had a cool collection of racing numbers and cars. I couldn’t take my eyes off the thing, as Mom got busy getting me cleaned up and changed into a fresh diaper for the night. “I noticed how you were looking at Jack’s mobile earlier and then I stumbled across this one at the mall and thought it would be just perfect. And it seems I was more than right.” She let out a light chuckle, while pulling a fresh diaper up between my thighs, as my gazed continued to be laser focused on my new mobile, my eyes following all the different colored racing cars, as they were just spinning in circles above me. Soon I found myself in a fresh new diaper and all white onesie, as I jumped off the changing table and waddled towards my bed, letting out a loud yawn as Mom pulled my sheets aside motioning for me to lay down. I was done trying to complain about my early bedtime and to be honest, despite taking a nap during the day I was feeling rather battered, so a long night sleep suddenly didn’t sound like such a bad idea. Mom tucked me in tight and placed my dummy between my lips, which I gladly accepted before she once again disappeared out of view, only to return a couple minutes later. The object in her hand send my brain into overdrive, as a huge shot of endorphins rushed through my system. “Bronu Wrapit!” I blurted out from behind my pacifier, as I spotted the stuffed animal from earlier in her hand. “That’s right, Baby.” She approached the bed, sitting down on the edge. “Aunty saw how happy you were about playing with Mr. Bunny Rabbit earlier and she didn’t think Jack was going to miss it.” She handed me the stuffed plushy which I gladly accepted with both hands, hugging and squishing it tight to me chest. Mom let out a small chuckle, while taking a second to stare at me with a calm smile, as I clutched my new stuffed friend tight, before she planted a light kiss on my forehead as she got up and turned the lights off, before gently closing the door behind leaving me alone in the darkness.

Chapter 25: The sound of a switch, followed by bright light and loud rattling of the curtains being drawn aside ripped me out of my deep slumber, as I slowly opened my eyes, trying to rub the sleep away with my palms. “Mom? What, what time is it?” I mumbled, trying to come to my senses and adjust my eyes to the bright lights. “It’s morning, Honey. Time to get up, we got a busy day ahead of us.” As my eyes finally adjusted and my vision un-blurred I could see Mom was already busy going through my closet, picking out an outfit for the day. “Come on, Baby. Time to get up.” Ripping my covers aside, she guided me out of bed and onto the changing table, wasting little time unbuttoning my onesie and getting the process of changing my soaked nighttime diaper. The tapes where quickly ripped open and by bare skin exposed to the cool air, before several wipes were drawn across my hairless crotch and a thick layer of lotion applied, followed by a snowstorm of white baby powder. Everything was going so fast, I was still partly groggy having not really been given a chance to properly wake up, as I felt a fresh diaper being slid under my bottom and pulled in place between my legs, before I once again heard the sound of the tapes being put firmly in place and my diaper closed snuggly around my waist. “Up,Up.” Mom cheerfully instructed, taking my wrist and guiding me to a sitting position on the table. “Arms up.” I did as instructed, as a bright blue onesie was pulling over my head and my arms guided through the sleeves, before being pulled up between my thigs and snapped shut over my diaper. Next came a pair of denim shortalls which was securely snapped in place across my chest and last a pair of white socks, with big yellow, friendly smileys all over them and I was ready for yet another day. Of what I still did not know. “Come on, we gotta get you fed.” Mom commanded already turning to leave the room, as I managed to wipe the remaining sleep from my eyes and jumped off the table to follow her. As I entered the kitchen my bowl of oatmeal and accompanying glass of milk had already been placed at my seat at the table and I waddled over to take my usual spot. Mom quickly appeared behind me and tied the now mandatory bib around my neck, leaving me already to dig into my breakfast. As I went to pick up my spoon, Mom suddenly pulled up a chair next to me and took a seat. “Ah,Ah. Wait a second, let me.” She quickly snatched the spoon out of my hands and dug into the bowl of oats. “Mom, what are yo-.“ The first spoonful of mushy oats entered my mouth, cutting me off mid-sentence. “That’s a good boy, here comes another one.” She already had the spoon loaded again, as I was desperately chewing away, trying to dispose of the first mouthful or runny oats. It didn’t manage to swallow all of it, before another mouthful hit me, resulting of part of it escaping between my lips and dropping onto my bib. “Baby, please don’t make a mess.” She instructed, already digging into the bowl once again. I had to figure out what was going on and why Mom had suddenly taking to force feeding me my breakfast, I had to get a word in, I had to stop her before the next mouthful of oats would silence me once again. I reached out and with nothing else to grab, simply grabbed and closed my whole palm around the concave of the spoon, squishing the oatmeal in my hands and out between my fingers. “Oh honey, No, no!” She burst out, grabbing my wrist with her free hand, removing the spoon from my grasp, before getting out of her seat. I looked at the oatmeal covered palm of my hand and quickly ran my tongue across it, trying to lick everything of, resulting in even more splattering onto my bib and some sticking to my cheeks and jaw. Mom returned with a wet wipe and once again grabbed my hand, cleaning the remaining bits of oats off. “Mom, why are you feeding me like this. I’m perfectly fine eating on my own?” I questioned, as she once again sat down, picking up the spoon. “I know, honey. And you’re doing a very good job of eating on your own. But we don’t have time today for you to make a mess of yourself like yesterday. Mommy, don’t have time to give you a bath after eating, so for now, we’ll do it like this.” Another spoonful was locked and loaded, approaching my mouth. “Why are we in a hurry, Mommy?” I just managed to get my question out, before she once again unloaded the spoon into my mouth. Putting the spoon down for a moment, she reached for and handed me my glass, first putting one of my palms around it and next the other, instructing me to cup the glass between both palms, while putting it to my lips to take two huge gulps of milk. Gently taking the glass out of my hands, she scooped another spoonful of mush into my mouth. “You’re going to Auntie Karen’s today, Baby. I got some work stuff and such I need to take care of, so you’ll be spending the day with Karen and Cousin Jack. And I’m sure they are waiting for us, so please eat up.” Her announcement brought a slight smile to my face, as another round of goo entered my mouth. It would be fun spending the day with Karen and Jack, maybe Uncle Rob would even be there. But I couldn’t help but feel, that she was sending me to Auntie’s to make sure, that I was looked after while she was out. I didn’t need to be looked after, I was fine on my own, if only for a few hours at least. I managed to slobber down the last portion of oats, washing it down with two big gulps of milk, making sure to keep the glass firmly between both palms of my hands. Mom used the bib to wipe the remaining bits of pieces from around my mouth and cheeks, before sending me on my way to go watch some TV, while she got herself ready and everything packed. I plopped myself down in front of the big screen and quickly got sucked into the morning cartoons, only faintly hearing and noticing Mom moving around the house, trying to get herself ready, while also remembering to get everything that I would need for my stay at Karen’s ready and packed. “Time to go, Honey!” Mom’s voice echoed from the entrance and through the house, prompting me get off of my blanket on the floor and go meet. I started waddling towards the kitchen heading for the front door, but quickly became aware of a slight rumbling from the lower part of my gut and bowels. I only just managed to walk through the door and into the kitchen, before my bowels completely emptied themselves into the back of my diaper, allowing a warm, soft mush to spread all over the back and in between my thighs. But despite the load in my nappy, I continued my waddle to meet mom at the front door. I found her on one knee, having untied my shoes, motioning for me to step into them, which I happily did. As her nose passed by my crotch and diaper, she stopped for a second, drawing a deep breath through her nose. “What is tha-?“ Her eyes slowly raised, as our stares met. “Oh, Honey. You didn’t.” “I’m poppy, Mommy!” I happily announced with a wide smile across my face. “Oh, Baby. Couldn’t you have gone messy, before-. “She let out a sigh, before proceeding to tie the laces of my shoes. “We don’t have time. We’ll have to take care of it, when we get to your Auntie’s.” The thought of staying in a messy diaper for the whole ride to Karen’s didn’t exactly sit well with me, as my smile quickly faded. “But.” I was taken by the hand and lead out the door, which slammed behind us. Mom had already everything packed away in the car, as she lead me around the side and opened the back door guiding me in. The warm mush inside my diaper splattered around my bum, as I sat down in the back seat, where I once again pleaded my case. “But, Mom. I’m all messy!” I damn near cried out, with a slight lisp. She already had my seatbelt securely strapped in place, as she reached down into my diaper bag which was conveniently placed at my feet on the car floor. Producing a pacifier, she quickly popped it between my lips, silencing my pleads for a change out of my messy situation. “Hush, now baby. You’re Auntie is waiting for us, we’ll get you all nice and clean when we get there. Then you can play with your cousin afterwards.” She gave my cheek a gentle stroke, before slamming the door shut and soon we were on our way. As I allowed my gums and lips to suck on the rubber nipple, I slowly started to calm down, coming to terms with my current situation. The drive to Karen’s seemed longer than normal, the mess inside my diaper slowly started to cool and stick to every inch of skin that it came in contact with. A periodic stream of urine released into my diaper, helped keep me a bit more comfortable, but it was hard to ignore the mush inside my diaper, which was turning colder and more uncomfortable by the minute. A single tear managed to escape my right eye and roll down my cheek, as I continued to suckle away at my trusty comforter and stare out of the window, watching the car, houses and trees pass by. As the car finally came to a stop, Mom was quick to swoop out of the driver’s seat and swing my door open, leaning in to unbuckle my seatbelt. “Whew! Oh, Baby. You really need a change, you’re a smelly, SMELLY boy.” She motioned for me to jump out the car, as she grabbed the diaper bag from the floor and swung it over her shoulder, as we headed for the front door of Karen’s house. Mom didn’t bother to knock, instead just opting to push the door open and lead me into the entrance hall. “Its just us, Sis!” She proclaimed into the open, having already dropped the diaper bag on the floor and in the middle of untying my shoes. Karen soon entered through an open door, leading to the living room. “Oh hi you two, nice to see you.” Mom finished removing my shoes, quickly kicking her own off. “Sorry to rush, but is there somewhere I can change this one. Someone decided to make his morning messies in all new diaper, just before we left.” I stared into the floor with embarrassment, not wanting to catch eye contact with Karen. “Oh, did someone make a big messy?” Karen chuckled. “I wonder who that could have been.” She slowly approached me, kneeling down right in front of me, forcing me to make eye contact with her. “Was it you, Patrick. Did you make a big messy, in your diapi?” The question was clearly rhetorical and in a teasing manner. “You can change him in the nursery, Jack is in the living room, so he won’t be in your way.” She informed Mom, who wasted little time grabbing the diaper bag in one hand and using the other to grab me by the wrist and guide me through the house and towards Jack’s nursery. Jacks nursery was kind of cool. The walls were painted plain white, but had all these different kind of cartoon planes flying all across the walls and the ceiling. He had a cool changing table just like mine, only in a light blue color and with a cool airplane mobile hanging over it, that he could play and look at, while getting his diaper changed. His crib were all white, white blue sheets that continued the airplane theme and filled to the brim with plushies and stuffed animals. The floor was covered in a soft carpet, while in the corner a huge lazyboy chair was sitting tucked away. The room was kind of a mess, with Jack’s toys, stuffies, rattles and whatnot scattered all over the floor, but Mom managed to find an open space and soon had my changing mat pulled out of the diaper bag and spread out across the carpet. The snaps around the crotch of my shortall sure came in handy, as Mom soon had me laid out on the changing mat and both my shortalls and onesie opened, as she started the process of peeling off my messy diaper, using several wipes to clean me up, making sure to apply a generous amount of powder, before placing a fresh new diaper under my butt and fastening it around my waist, as my onesie and shortalls was once again snapped closed. She disposed of the used diaper in the pail, before packing everything away. “My goodness. Good thing we didn’t leave that mess for poor Karen, that had to be worse than anything Jack have ever done.” She chuckled to herself, as we made our way out the nursery and back through the house to meetup with Karen. “Here we go, he’s all clean and all set for his playdate.” She proceeded to hand Karen the diaper bag. “Everything should be in here. I think I remembered to pack everything.” She quickly leaned in giving me a tight hug. “Be a good boy for Karen and I’ll see you later.” As she made her way towards the door, Karen stepped behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll be fine. You go take care of what you need to take care of. We’ll be right here waiting.” Mom gave Karen a quick smile, before exiting and slamming the door behind her. “Let’s go say high to your cousin.” Karen’s hand was still placed on my shoulder, as she proceeded to lead me towards the living room. In the living room I quickly spotted Jack at the far end of the room, sitting in his playpen almost buried in a ocean of stuffed animals, brightly colored toys and with a very familiar pink haired lady blasting out of the TV. He was only wearing an all-white onesie with farm animals and a very noticeable diaper bulk. The living room was rather tight and need compared to Jack’s nursery, as I all the toys seemed to be packed away in the playpen, with my cousin. As I was surveying the room, I felt Karen hand brush across my chest and soon heard my shortalls drop to the floor, as I looked up at her rather confused. “You won’t be needing them right now. Its awfully warm today. You and Jackie will be fine in your cute little onesies. “In our one-“ I quickly realized that without my shortalls, I was left in only my onesie and with a diaper bulk, that did everything to rival the one Jack was sporting, if not even bigger and more noticeable. My cheeks burned red as I realized the situation I was in. “No need to be shy, Honey. I don’t mind and it’s a lot more comfortable for you.” She once again placed her hand on my back and started leading me towards the playpen and Jack. “Now, why don’t you hop in and I’ll go fix the two of you something to drink.” Once again my eyes shot open, as I looked at her with a perplexed stare. “Hop in? What do yo-?” We reached the playpen, where Jack finally spotted us, looking up with a big smile. “In the playpen, Honey. I know it may seem weird. But last time you were here, you wet all over the couch and your Mom’s been telling me, that you’ve been having leaks from time to time. The playpen is made for it, that way you don’t have to worry about ruining the furniture or rug and You and Jack will also be able to play much better together. Doesn’t that sound nice.” She gave me a big smile, as I took a second to assess the situation, staring down at the playpen and all the toys inside. I gave her a small nod, before stepping over the edge of the playpen and letting my diaper butt plop down onto the soft padding. “Don’t you two look cute. Now play nice and I’ll fix you something to drink.” Karen turned and made her way out the room, leaving me and Jack alone in the playpen. Jack only bothered to look at me for a few seconds, before his attention shifted back to a particular stuffed rabbit, that he held firmly in his palm and bounced up and down on the mat to his own amusement. I didn’t exactly find the whole scenario that amusing. Not only had I just been instructed to spent my time in a playpen to avoid leaking on any expensive furniture, but I had also been partially undressed by my Auntie, resulting in me being left in almost the exact same outfit, as my baby cousin who I was also forced to share the limit space in the playpen with. It was rather degrading and I felt a tad bit humiliated by the whole situation. Luckily a new episode about the Pink haired lady and her farm animals seemed to have just started on the television and the soft foam flooring of the playpen did feel rather nice to sit, if not even lay on. I managed to move some stuffed animals around, making a bit more room for myself and placing some of them behind me to lean against, allowing me to eventually lean back and focus my attention on the TV and try to enjoy the show. I’m not sure if the show was too complex for Jack or he simply didn’t share the same love for the pink haired lady as I did, but it didn’t take long before he started bouncing the stuffed animal on my chest, first rather soft, but soon it bouncing turned more into a slamming motion, as he tried to drive my attention away from the screen. It soon became hard to ignore, as I snatched the stuffed toy out of his hand. “Jackie, no. Please stop.” He just looked at me with a blank stare, before bursting into laughter, while bouncing up and down on his diapered butt. “What is even so fun about this damn thi-?” I inspected the stuffed rabbit in my palm, taking a second to stare into its big blank eyes and noticing it wide smile, with its two front teeth sticking out. “ha, yeah I guess it does look kind of funny.” I started moving it from side to side in the air. “Oh Mr. Bunny. Mr. Bunny Rabbit. Look at your big teeth, big ears. Oh and your HUGE feet. I’m sure you can just. Bounce all around.” I soon found myself mimicking the same actions that Jack had been performing earlier, bouncing the stuffed animal up and down on the playmat. “I’m just bouncing, bouncing, jumping all around. I’m a big bouncing, jumping, hopping, no stopping, bouncing, hopping, BUNNY RABBIT!” I didn’t even notice myself singing out my self-made rhyme out loud, as I continued to bounce the rabbit all around the playpen, to the amusement of Jack, who had burst into an uncontrollable laughter. “Sounds like someone is having fun.” I hadn’t even noticed caring returning or how long she had been gone, as I she stood leaning over the playpen with a huge smile on her face. “Are you enjoying, playdate with Cousin Pat!” she asked Jack in a playful manner, as he simply continued to laugh away. “You two having fun?” This time her question was directed at me. “I guess.” I mumbled back, while staring at the playmat, not wanting to admit that I had actually enjoyed myself, while being stuck in the playpen, with nothing to play with than a stuffed rabbit. “Well, it certainly sounded like you were having fun.” She chuckled. “All that laughing and singing, must have may you both VERY thirsty. I’m just going to help Jack with his bottle, he’s getting the hang of it, but just need a bit of help. And I brought this for you.” She happily handed me a light blue sippy cup decorated with all sorts of different baby animals, one of them I noticed were a bunny closely resembling the one I just played around with and which I were still holding firmly in the palm of my hand. My eyes glared over the childish cup and the spout on top. “Aunty, I can use a glass, I don’t nee-“ She took my hand and placed on one side of the cup. “I know, I know. But your Mom told me, you made a real mess of yourself the other day and I noticed she didn’t pack spare clothes for you, so this is just in case. Now please, both hands, Honey.” My body reacted to her command on instinct, dropping the bunny and placing both my palms around the cup, making sure to get a firm hold before Karen let go. “Good boy. Now drink up, while I help Jack.” I watched as she sat down and handed Jack a bottle, helping him to hold it and guide the nipple into his mouth. After a few suckles his muscle memory took over and he planted both hands firmly on each side of the bottle and managed to hold it by himself. “Good job, Baby!” Karen exclaimed loudly, as I continued to stare at the two of them. “Yeah, he can hold and suck his bottle all by himself. At least I don’t need to suck from a bottle or help holding it. I’m going to prove that I’m perfectly fine doing it all on my own. The accident in the car wasn’t my fault.” Thoughts raced through my head, as I lifted the cup to my face, wanting to prove to everyone that I was perfectly able to drink on my own without making a mess, I gently placed my lips around the spout and tilted my head backwards, as I felt the cold sweet juice make its way into my mouth and down my dry throat. Drinking from the spout of the sippy cup demanding a mix of tilting and a slight sucking motion, but from all my experience sucking my dummy, I had that down perfectly and soon emptied the cup completely, pulling it away from my lips and sitting it down on the playmat. Looking over I saw Jack was only halfway done downing his bottle. “Victory.” I gave myself a quick fistbump before quickly looking around and finding MY stuffed rabbit to hold while returning to watch TV, waiting for Jack to finish his bottle so we could continue playing. Jack did eventually finish his bottle and Karen left us alone again to go do some cleaning or whatever boring grownup stuff she had to do. Soon me and Jack was back to playing again, this time including several of his stuffed animals and slamming all around the playpen. My bunny rabbit was desperately trying to fight off all the different animals that Jack was finding and throwing at it. Bunny rabbit had to bounce, jump and hop all around the playpen to avoid getting hit. Bouncing off Jack’s head made him laugh out loud, bouncing off the edge of the playpen was very risky because falling out of the playpen would mean certain defeat. Stuffed animals were flying all around, but in the end Bunny Rabbit stood tall, the victor of this epic playpen battle royal! I tried coming up with a new game to entertain Jack (and myself?) when Karen returned once more. “Okay you two, time for din din.” She bent over the railing and scooped Jack onto her shoulder. “But we were just playing!” I blurted out. “You can play afterwards. Now it’s time for lunch. Come along now or you can do like Bunny Rabbit and Bounce, Jump and Hop along.” She finished with a light chuckle, as I let out a sigh and slowly got to my feet, stepping out of the playpen and following behind her and Jack to the kitchen. In the kitchen the first thing I stopped was Jack’s AWESOME light blue highchair at the end of the kitchen table. It somehow continued the theme was his nursery and was painted like a plane, it even had small wings sticking out on each side from the seat and the tray where Jack’s food would sit, had a small rotter that he could play with. As I awed in amazement, Karen soon had Jack seated and strapped into his “pilot seat”. “Come sit, Patty.” She motioned for me to take a seat next to Jack, which I did while continuing to marvel in amazement at Jack’s “fight plane”. Karen returned to the table, putting down a bottle in front of Jack and MY sippy cup in front of me, both of them having been refilled for lunch. Afterwards she took a seat in front of us, placing several glass jars on the table, but barely managed to sit down before she shot back to her feet. “Oh, I almost forgot!” She quickly left the room and soon returned first walking up behind Jack in his highchair and placing a bib around his neck, before sneaking up behind me and doing the exact same thing. Looking at Jack his bib read in huge letter “THIS COULD GET MESSY”, while looking down at my own I was able to make out the words “FOOD GO HERE”. Karen returned to her seat and started opening the different glass jars. “I’m sorry, Patty. I don’t have time to make the same food for you as your Mommy. But I’m sure this is just as good.” She smiled opening the last jaw and emptying all of them into a baby blue plastic bowl. I hadn’t noticed until then, that I did have a spoon or a bowl. I had only been given my sippy cup. “Aunty Karen, I don’t have a spoon.” She dug a spoon into the plastic bowl, scooping out a huge spoonful of dark yellow mush. “Oh don’t worry, Patty. I’m perfectly able to feed both of you as once. Here comes the airplane!” She playfully made the spoon fly towards Jack, who happily opened his mouth, letting her empty the entire spoon. Her answer didn’t fully register with them, as I watched Jack slobber away, several drops of mush escaping his mouth and splattering onto the tray and his bib. As my eyes returned to Karen she had already loaded another spoon and had her eyes locked on me. “What can we do here..? Oh I know! Open up for the race car, open the garage!” She made a loud engine noise, while moving the spoon towards my mouth. Not knowing what to do or say, I simply parted my lips and let the “race car” enter the “garage” and got a mouthful of sweet fruit mush as a reward. I didn’t taste that bad and I managed to swallow it all without spilling. “Another victory” I thought noticing that Jack had already made a small mess of his bib, as he received another spoonful. I managed to keep clean and stay ahead of Jack in our little competition that I was sure we had going. But then Karen swerved me, as she made the “car” take a sharp right turn before entering the “garage” resulting in it coming in crocket and almost missing the target completely, splattering food all around my mouth, down my jaw and onto my bib. “Oh,Ooohhh. Look what a terrible car crash!” She laughed out loud. I tried using my palms to wipe the food from my face, but only managed to splatter the sticky substance even more around and making a mess of my hands in the process. Several car crashes and wrecks took place before lunch was done and in the end, me and Jack looked one and the same. Him as if his plane at gone down and me as if I had been involved not just one, but several car wrecks. Karen used our bibs and several wipes to get us both cleaned up, before carrying Jack back to the playpen, with me following closely behind, eager to get back to playing. Feeling rather full and tired from lunch, our games slowed down and instead we both found ourselves being sucked into the TV where the pink haired lady was busy trying to keep all here sheep in line, while trying to figure out which one didn’t fit in. In reality it wasn’t that hard and I was wondering why she was having such a hard time, you only had to count the sheep as they jumped the fence one by one. “One sheep jumped, it was white. Another white, so that’s two. Another white sheep jumped, that makes three. Here comes another black sheep, that four sheep. Here comes the white one, so that’s two…No time out. Okay starting over. One white sheep jumps. Followed by one white, so two. Here comes the black, so three sheep. AND heeerrreee comes number four, which means the next got to be….Number…..FIVE! YES FIVE! Five white sheep.” I had managed to solve the puzzle and felt rather proud of myself, I’m sure Jack hadn’t been able to keep up, as we were just staring at the screen in silence. “Okay, KIDS! Now which sheep was not like the other!?” The pink haired lady asked the audience. My eyes shot open. “Which one. Were they not the same, she had five sheep right? Did I miss something? Wait, go again!” My eyes and mind was laser focused on the action going on, on screen and I didn’t notice Karen entering the room and scooping Jack out of the playpen. “OKAY. Time for someone to take a short nap and…PHHHHEEEEFFF!!! Have his messy, messy, messy nappy changed. You’re a messy boy are you! Pat do you need a change too?” I barely noticed her presence or question, I was focused on finding the right sheep and simply shook my head, signaling “no”. Karen left with Jack to get him changed and put down for his nap and thank god for that, I didn’t need any distractions, I had to find that god damn sheep. Luckily the sheep made several more jumps over the fence and I finally managed to spot the black wool of the rouge sheep, as I pounded my fist in the air in victory. “Oh, Pat. I forgot to ask, did you want anymore to dri-Oh PAT, what happened!?” Karen had returned to the living room as I was busy finding the damn out of place sheep and her voice now echoed through the room, as she approached me in the playpen. I looked up at her with a confused stare, before shifting my gaze down, only to realize that I was sitting in a small puddle of my own urine. “Why didn’t you say anything; didn’t I ask you?” She seemed rather upset or maybe disappointed. “I-I-I.” I found myself unable to utter a word, as I just sat there in a puddle of my own urine, feeling tears starting to form in the corner of my eyes. She got down on her knee’s outside of the playpen, getting to my height. “Oh, look at that leaky diaper and look at your pretty onesie, it’s all soaked. Didn’t you notice, Sweetie. Didn’t you notice your diapie leaking?” I couldn’t get myself to answer, simply feeling tears rolling down my cheeks. “Its okay sweetie, I shouldn’t have expected that, its Aunties fault.” She wiped one tear away from my cheek, but another soon took its place. “Its okay, Baby. Its okay, we’ll get you cleaned up.” She guided me to my feet, helping me to step over the edge of the playpen and wrapped her arms around me, as we slowly made our way out the living room heading straight for Jack’s nursery. “Just wait a second, Honey.” She had me standing in the middle of the nursery in my soaked onesie and leaky diaper, as she scrambled to my diaper bag and get the changing mat put out onto the floor. “Its alright, Baby. Its okay.” She slowly had me lay down and soon had my onesie unbuttoned and pulled over my head and disposed of. “Lookie, Lookie, see what Auntie has here, see what Mommy packed for you.” I stared up at her with teary eye to see her holding one of my trusty pacifiers in her hand. “Here you go, this will make it all better.” I gladly accepted the dummy, as she placed it between my lips as I started suckling away. I heard the tapes of my diaper being ripped open, feeling so embarrassed, having my Aunt see me butt naked and have her change me out of a leaky diaper and into a fresh one. I turned my head away, not wanting to make eye contact as she got busy wiping me down. Only then did I notice Jack in his crib, laying completely motionless, but clearly awake with wide eyes, staring directly at me, as his dummy bobbed up and down in his mouth, just like mine did. Our eyes were locked on each other through the whole process, as I felt a fresh diaper being slipped under my bottom and felt the soft sensation of baby powder raining down upon my bare skin. Finally, I felt the diaper being pulled up between my legs, covering me back up as the tapes were put in place. “See, all nice and clean. No damage done.” I finally go the courage to look at Karen, who just stared down at me with a soft smile. “You wait right here for a second.” She got off the floor, taking my soiled diaper and onesie with her. I turned my head again to once again see Jack lying motionless in his crib, just staring at me. Karen soon returned to the nursery. “Okay, Honey here we go. Up, up.” She grabbed both my hands and helped me stand up from the changing mat. “Follow me, Sweetie.” She started leading me out the nursery. “What about cloth!!?” I managed to utter from underneath my dummy. “I’m sorry, Sweetie. Your Mommy didn’t pack any spare and you can’t sit around in that wet onesie. You’ll be fine in your diapie for now.” Reluctantly I followed her back to the living room, where she had already cleaned up after my mess in the playpen and had now filled it with a few pillows and a large blanket. “Think you could need a nap, after such a nasty accident.” I followed her to the pen and stepped over the edge, where she guided me down and helped me get comfortable, pulling the blanket over my naked diapered body. “Don’t worry, Baby. Accidents like that happen. It’s happened to Jack plenty of time, no need to be upset.” She ran her hands through my hair a couple of times. “Try to get some rest, everything will be fine when you wake up.” She got up and left the living room, leaving me alone in the playpen, where I continued to suckle away on my dummy, shifting around trying to get comfortable and get control of my emotions. I was feeling embarrassed, upset, defeated. My head was spinning and despite not having a lot of room inside the playpen, I actually found myself drifting off and soon went to sleep.

That's almost scary how closely that resembles the character I picture in my head when writing ?

I really appreciated all the suggestions and ideas you guys came up with, they helped break my writers block and I've spent some time today brainstorming ideas for future chapters and trying to incorporate everything that you guys want to see. If you got any great or really original ideas, that you think maybe could be cool to introduce, please feel free to throw them at me and I'll see if I can work them in somehow. You're welcome to think long term. FYI: My current brainstorm have left me with ideas all the way up to chapter 37

Chapter 24: “To summarize; I’m very happy with the progress I’ve been making and I’m proud to announce that everything is going according to plan and seems to be right on schedule. Both bladder and bowel control seems to be at a bare minimum at the moment with the first one being all but gone and the latter following close behind. Supplies are being delivered on time and charged on the company approved card, as agreed upon, but a few unexpected charges have come up, as noted further below.” It had been a few days since the trip to the park and the installation of my new changing table. In those few days, an email had popped into my inbox from my key manager at “Mommy Mag”. She simply wanted in inquire how everything was going and ask for a short progress report and if I needed anything other than what had already been supplied to me. It took me 2 days and several hours to finally write her a short progress report, about a page worth. I kept getting distracted, felt unmotivated or simply had better things to do, like watching cartoons or playing ball in the yard, but after using all my mental fortitude, I finally managed to put an email together and hit sent. Despite my initial confusion of the introduction of a full size changing table into my bedroom, I had to agree with Mom. It certainly came very handy and did make changing time a lot more pleasant for both of us, Mom did spare her back, not having to sit on the floor or bend over when changing me and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, it wasn’t actually that bad laying on the damn thing. The big changing mat on top was soft as a cloud and after having looked it over a few times, I actually started to dig the race car theme. It’s hard to put down in words, but laying there on my back on top of the changing table, legs dangling over the edge, staring into the ceiling while hearing those initial “Pop’s” of the button on my onesie being opened and my diaper exposed to the world, while feeling my pacifier safely planted between my soggy lips, slowly bobbing up and down with every suckle, as the tapes of my diaper comes undone and the cold air hits my crotch. Laying there without a care in the world, getting cleaned up, wiped down, powered up and put into a nice fresh and dry diaper, before hearing those familiar “Pop’s” again, as my onesie is once again closed around the plastic shell of my protective underwear. The fact that I’m able to lay there, without a care in the world, not even having to worry if I drooled in-between sucking on my pacifier, knowing that the plastic shell on the changing mat, would protect it and make for an easy clean. The whole scene brought me into a state of euphoria, in those moments I could imagine any place I would rather be. The first night during dinner, after the changing table was first introduced into my bedroom, Mom had taken advantage of my initial state of shock and confusion, by applying a bib around my neck to be worn while eating. This was something new, in the past she had only required it to be worn from time to time, if I were eating something messy in the living room or had proven to be unable to keep my saliva inside my mouth, while sucking away at my dummy, resulting in a ruined and sticky shirt or onesie. But after that night of having introduced into dinner time, she quickly saw her chance and made it a permanent piece of garment to be worn at the dinner table. It became routine of having Mom put the bib around my neck, right after serving me my mushy meal both breakfast, lunch and dinner and something that had to be done, before I was even allowed to dig into the bowl of mush placed in front of me. I knew there was no reason to start questioning her decision, I couldn’t really see the need or reason behind it, but when I asked her about it, it was quickly made clear to be that it what was right and after all “Mom knew best”. So the bib became a permanent part of dinnertime and between wearing it then, when snacking or accidently drooling all over myself, the time between not having a bib hanging around my neck, became few and far apart. I got word back from my contact at “Mommy Mag” after sending my initial update and status report, simply stating that “She was happy about the report and would keep in contact.” Knowing I had made her happy and proud, gave me a tremens amount of satisfaction and the fact that I would not have to report back for a while, also brought a huge smile to my face, as it would mean more time for watching Tv and playing around in the backyard. Truth be told, the amount of my being spend on writing my article got longer and longer and when I finally did pull myself together to sit down and get some writing done, the amount of words that made it onto the actual pages were limited to say the least. Being cooked up inside all the time, can make anyone go crazy, but me and Mom agreed on that. So one morning after having finished my oatmeal, Mom announced that we were taking a trip to the beach. A quick change out of my nighttime diaper, which I managed to mess right at the table, while eating breakfast, I soon found myself in my “beach wear” for the day, consisting of a diaper (of course) light green t-shirt, with matching snap crotch shorts. After getting me ready, Mom left me on my own for thirthy-ish minutes, to get herself beach ready and everything packed and soon we found ourselves in the car backing out of the driveway, Mom in the front me in the back heading straight for the beach, some forty odd minutes away. Once again finding myself in the backseat of the car, watching the world rush by out the window, I couldn’t help but feeling excited but also a tad bit nervous about this spontaneous beach trip that Mom had planned for us. Sure it was on a work day and the summer holiday had mostly finished for the majority of people, so the beach shouldn’t be too crowded, but still. I was sure to be rather exposed in such a large public area and the shirt and shorts combo that Mom had dressed me in, did little to nothing, to hide the fact that I was sporting a rather large diapered butt, not to mention the infantile nature of my beach wear all together. I kept pondering over the situation for a while, but was forced to conclude, that there was nothing I could do about it and just had to try my best to enjoy the day and make the best of it. At least I would be getting out of the house and have a chance to enjoy the sun and maybe even go for a swim in the ocean. After driving down the sand and gravel covered beach road for a few minutes, the car finally came to a halt at the parking lot. To my relief, it didn’t seem to be too crowded, there were only a few cars scattered around the area and as far as I could tell, not a person in sight. While I was busy searching my surrounding, Mom had made her way out the driver seat and had my door open, already unfastening my seatbelt. “Ops, one second, Honey.” She stopped me from exiting the car, putting two fingers up one leg of my shorts and used them to have a quick feel around my diaper. “Only a little moist. You’ll last just fine.” She finally allowed me to exit the car, with a smile as she made her way to the trunk and unloaded our beach bag and of course my diaper bag. I did my best to keep up with Mom, as she started the slow walk towards the beach area, diaper bag over her shoulder and beach bag in one hand. I knew that my outfit did very little to hide my diaper, without a onesie to keep everything in place, it was sure to wiggle and move around with every step I talk. As I heard the first sound of the ocean waves, we walked past an older couple, making their way back towards the car area, they didn’t look twice and didn’t seem to notice my outfit or diapered state one bit, with helped to calm my nerves as I toddled after Mom and we soon reached the open beach. Walking a bit off the path along the shore, Mom soon found an area she liked and proceeded to pull a huge blanket out of her bag and spread it out onto the warm sand, before sitting down. “Can I go swimming, Mom.” I asked excited. “In a bit, honey. Come sit.” Her answer brought a frown to my face, but I did as I was told, dropping my diapered butt onto the blanket, where Mom proceeded to remove my t-shirt, allowing the warm rays of the sun to shine onto my bare skin. “I brought something for you.” She remarked producing a wide brim sun hat, that matched the color of the rest of my outfit, placing it on my head and shielding my face and eyes from the sun. “Much better But you’re going to need some sunglasses, before we go visit Granny down south.” I took a second to wonder, where she managed to find the hat, concluding it must be from the same place, as all my other clothes. “Oh and we can’t forget.” She once again dug her hands into the beach bag. “I saw how much fun you were having with Jack at the park, so I thought you would like this.” She then produced several different buckets, shapes and a shovel from the bag, scattering it all over the carpet. “But, Mom! I wanna go swimming!” I’m not sure if I sounded like a bratty teenager that wasn’t allowed to go out or a toddler not being allowed to play with his favorite toy, either way it didn’t make much different as Mom was firm in her reply. “Listen, Honey. I’ve brought it this long way from home, the least you can do, is play with it. Just for a little while.” Noticing the tight frown on my face, her tone changed becoming more soft. “I’ll make you a deal. You built the BEST sandcastle you could ever imagine and show it to me, afterwards, you can go swim. Deal?” I let out a slight sigh, surveying the buckets and tools scattered on the blanket. “Deal.” As Mom undressed to her bathing suit and started working on her tan, I got busy building the most imaginary, grand, complex and overall amazing sandcastle I could come up with. Towers, walls, a draw bridge, a pool around the outer walls, this castle was going to have it all and soon time was flying by as I got busy working. Bucket after bucket of heavy warm sand was stacked onto each other at rapid speed, as I got working on my masterpiece, only to be interrupted by shorts burst of pee escaping into my diaper from time to time, but that soon put into the back of my mind, as all focus shifted towards building a magnificent castle for Mom. “All done!” I erupted, forcing Mom to sit up and remove her sunglasses to inspect my work. “Oh my, Honey. That’s one mighty fine castle. Oh look at it all, it’s very pretty.” Feeling rather proud of myself, I spent a few minutes marveling at my own feat of engineering. “So, can I go swim now?” Mom let out a sigh. “Well, a deal is a deal.” A huge smile formed across my face. “But first.” She quickly stuck her hands inside the beach bag, producing a juice box and a unknown glass jar containing a dark yellow substance. “Need some energy for swimming and you also got to be dying of thirst, by now.” She wasn’t kidding, the sun was beating down and my mouth did feel rather dry. As Mom handed me the juice box with the straw already plugged in, I got to sucking away at the sweet sugary nectar. “Hold on, Honey. Save something for washing down lunch.” She had the glass jar open at this point and had also somehow managed to produce a small spoon. “Open wide!” She dug the spoon into the jar, scooping out a huge pile of mushy goo. “Mom, I can do it myself!” I tried reaching for the spoon, only to have her pull it back. “I know, Baby. But I forgot to bring your bib and you don’t have any spare clothes in case you make a mess.” I looked down, realizing I was only sporting the shorts that covered my diaper. “But I’m only weari-.” My sentence was cut short, as a mouthful of goo was pushed into my mouth, with a bit escaping and splattering onto my bare chest. “There we go, here comes another one!” I was still trying to slobber down the first mouthful, as Mom was already loading the spoon for another round. “But Mo-“Another spoonful of mush was pushed into my already semi-ful mouth, resulting in most of it splattering onto my chest and stomach. “Just one more.” She announced as another round was almost jammed in between my lips, filling up the last remaining space inside my already packed mouth. It didn’t take bad. It was kind of sweet and tasted almost like apples and a few different unnamable fruits, as I continued to slobber away, some of it sticking to my teeth and back of my throat, but thanks to a few sips of juice, I got it all washed down, before noticing the rather large amount that had made its way onto the bare skin of my chest in the chaos, which I quickly used my hands to scrape off and into my mouth, sucking my fingers clean to end the feast. Mom watched the whole ordeal with a smile. “See, that wasn’t so bad. Now, who wanna go swimming!?” The announcement I had been waiting for made me forget about the whole ordeal and how Mom had almost force-fed me only a few minutes ago. “I do!” I shot to my feed. “But, what am I going to wear?” Mom tilted her head. “yeah, well. I didn’t really plan for this, but I guess you can just go out in the short and diaper today. I’ll come up with a solution for when we go visit Granny. She also lives close to the ocean, if you remember.” Mom had barely finished her sentence, before I was halfway in the water and dropped in. The second I did, I felt the diaper explode and swell up between my legs. “Oh, damn!” I blurted out, quickly inspecting it with my hands. It was holding up and not falling off, but it felt and I’m sure looked massive being strapped around my waist. But as long as I stayed in water waist high, nobody would be able to see it, so I happily started swimming and splashing around, as the sun continued to beat down from above. The sun slowly made its way across the sky, as I played around and soon it was time to go. As I stepped out of the water, I could feel the diaper sag and almost fall off my hips, only thing that stopped it was the shorts on top. Mom had already packing everything up, handing me a large towel to dry off, before we started heading back to the car. I could barely walk, due to the diaper sagging between my legs, it felt so uncomfortable and of course this time we passed by several people on the way to the car area. Three young girl, couldn’t help but stare, as they passed us, their eyes franticly scanning me up and down and they certainly wasn’t checking out my beach body, as I heard the burst out laughing shortly after passing us, as I tried avoided looking back in embarrassment. A couple with their young sun, almost stumbled and fell, as I toddled pass them and when I turned my head to look back, they were yet to move and was simply staring at me and my swelling diaper butt. The embarrassment finally came to an end, as we reached the car or so I thought. “STOP!” Mom’s voice echoed through the air, just as I was about to enter the back. “You’re going to ruin the seat, we got to do something about, your situation.” My short were still drenched and the diaper underneath was no different. “But, you said we didn’t bring a spare change of cloth.” I mumbled, as Mom was already busy digging into the diaper bag. “We didn’t, so we’ll just have to make due.” She spread the changing mat out across the back seat of the car and instructed me to lay down. “MOM! You can’t do that here!” I cried out, as she was already pulling down my short. “Well. You’re not going in the car, in your current state. So any better ideas?” I went silent. “Relax, baby. It’s no problem, nobody can see you and if they do, then what is the problem. What else is a Mommy got to do, when her baby needs a change.” I heard the tapes of the diaper being ripped open and soon felt the cold air hit my bare skin. I was on my back staring into the ceiling of the car roof, my legs hanging out of the open car door and unable to see if anybody was walking by and if anyone was able to see, what was going on. Soon I found myself in a nice dry diaper as Mom pulled my T-shirt from earlier over my head and back in place. “All done!” she proclaimed, putting everything away. “What about pants!?” I blurted out, staring down at my completely exposed diaper. “Told you. We didn’t bring spare. Beside, you’ll just be in the car, nobody will be able to tell.” She fastened my seat and threw the diaper bag into the bottom of the car, before taking her own seat as we started the drive home. Mom made an unexpected turn during the drive home, swinging off the freeway as she spotted the familiar “Burger sign”. “Thought we could use a treat and an easy dinner tonight.” She remarked, as the car made it way into the drive through. “I want a burger and milkshake!” I blurted from the back, as I had noticed my stomach growling ever since leaving the beach. Mom made her order and continued driving to receive it. Luckily I was rather hidden in the back and my shirt did a bit to hide my otherwise exposed diaper, so no harm done. The order was given to us and Mom once again aimed the car for home. “Can I eat now?” I asked taking in the smell of burger in the air. “Sure, just be careful.” “I will.” I responded, as my hand was already in the paper bag, digging for my burger and large shake. I quickly got the burger unwrapped and started digging in, throwing out all manners in the process and with no care at all, as ketchup squirted out the back of the bun, as I bit into it and splattered all over my t-shirt and diaper. Another bite, another stain. Bite, squirt, bite squirt, bite squirt. My hands, fingers, face, diaper, everything was covered in ketchup, as I put the straw of my shake into my mouth and sucked away. I only had a few bites left to finish, as I felt a familiar rumbling in my lower bowels and without much noticed released a flood of warm mushy poo into the seat of my diaper. The release of pressure simply left more room for food, as I proceeded to devour the remaining bits of burger, doing my best to lick and suck my fingers clean afterwards. Wanting to finish every last drop of my delicious milkshake I removed the lid from the cup and got ready to turn it upside down to my face, just as Mom made a sharp right turn, resulting in the remaining part of the shake, being dumped all over me. I knew I was in big trouble for causing such a mess, of not only myself but also part of the backseat and tried to remain completely motionless, not wanting to draw Mom’s attention, but knowing it wouldn’t be long before she would witness my chaos, as the car turned once more and we arrived in the driveway. She was out of the car at lighting speed, but came to a dead halt as she opened the door to unbuckle my seatbelt and spotted me with a crocked smile, covered from head to toe in ketchup, chocolate milkshake and with a drenched and soiled diaper, which was just as messy on the outside as it was on the inside. Her reaction wasn’t what I expected, as she simply took a deep breath, exhaled once and then leaned over to unbuckle me, being very careful not to make a mess of herself, before taking a firm hold of my wrist and dragging me inside, not even bothering to close the car door, as she took me straight to the bathroom and got be undressed soiled diaper and all, before dumping me into a hot bath. Not a word was spoken before I found myself on top of the changing table, having a fresh diaper taped around my waist. “Mom, are you mad?” I whispered quietly, already knowing her answer. She continued the process of taping the diaper in place, before picking out a new onesie for me to wear. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled with a sight lisp, as the onesie was pulled over my head and snapped between my thighs. She came eye to eye with me. “Honey, I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. I told you to be careful and look what you did, you made a complete mess of the car and yourself. I got to go clean the car now, before tomorrow. You need to listen, when I tell you something. Otherwise, how am I supposed to trust you?” My eyes dropped, I knew damn well that I had messed up. “Think its best if you call it an early night, while I get everything cleaned up.” I hadn’t looked at the clock recently, but the sun was barely setting in the horizon. “But, I’m not tired.” I mumbled. “No buts, this time you do as you are told.” She already had the covers of my bed pulled aside, before guiding me off the table and onto the mattress. “But, Mom.” She pulled the curtain, closing out the sun and leaving the room mostly covered in darkness. “Hush now.” Pushing a pacifier between my lips, she finished off by giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead, before exiting the room and closing the door behind her, leaving me alone in the dark, except for the soft blue glow of the PITZONE sticker on the wall. “Put to bed early as a punishment by your Mommy, because you’ve been a bad boy, isn’t exactly where you would expect to find yourself in your mid-twenties, is it?” The birds were still chipping away outside, as I laid there feeling rather sorry for myself, but also completely aware of what I had done and how I had disappointed Mom. Surprisingly it didn’t take long before my eyes started going heavy and I drifted off to sleep.

Wow looks like interest for my little story suddenly took a jump, that's really nice to see To clarify, Yes cribs for Colleges makes furniture that are supposed to be converted so they can be used through te different stages of childhood all the way to the furniture one might need, when just moving out on once own and yes, the name is taking from a story i read many years ago. I just really like the name and also thought it was a cool concept for a company to play a part in the story. I'm working on the next few chapters at the moment, but ideas are few and far between. I seem to have hit a little bit of a writers block, but I'll see if I can write my way through it somehow, until a new idea or point of view pops into my head. As always any ideas or thought about the overall story or where it should go are welcome

Chapter 23: I must have damn near knocked out all my teeth, my jaw dropped so low by the sight that greeted me once the door swung open. Gone was my gigantic dresser, which before had housed my adult wardrobe and later most of my diaper supplies and several pieces of clothing and accessories. In its place was now a massive white changing table, almost double the length of the original dresser and just a bit above belly button height. Several shelves were built into the table underneath and here I spotted several packs of unopened diaper, some unpacked and laying on full display for easy access, underneath all my plastic pants was also stacked and laid out on full display next to several packs of extra stuffers for my diaper and of course several bottles of powder, oil and packs upon packs of wet wipes. On top of the table top itself, a large light blue changing pad covered the whole table top, which as far as I could see from my current vantage point, was covered in a plastic material and decorated with several cartoon racecars at which point I also noticed the table itself having a racing theme, with a thick baby blue race stripe running down the entire length of the side, with the numbers 1 and 2 (very clever) painted at each end of the table. I also spotted my diaper pail having been moved from the bathroom and had now found its new place at the far end of the changing table, where it logically belonged. The last and final detail I noticed were the huge light blue stick-on letters placed on the wall above the table, which seemed to continue the ongoing theme, spelling out P-I-T-Z-O-N-E (once again, very clever). My eyes continued to wander across the huge monstrosity and all its features, which seemed to magically have replaced my dresser in the short span of one afternoon. “Oh, Rob. It’s PERFECT!” Mom’s voice blasted into my eardrums and echoed through the house, which brought me out of my shocked trance, which was followed by the sound of fabric and light metal hitting the wooden floor. Mom had used the opportunity to unsnap the suspenders of my shortalls resulting in them dropping freely to floor, leaving me in only my onesie and filled diaper which was screaming for a change. I was still partially in shock, as I once again felt Mom’s hand locked around my wrist and dragging me towards my new bedroom furniture. “Come on, Baby. Let’s try it out and get you out of that nasty old diaper.” She lead me towards the bottom end of the table and placed one hand under each of my armpits. “Up, you go.” As Mom raised her hands I reacted on instinct putting both hands onto the table top and leapt off my feet and onto the plastic covered changing mat, hearing it crinkle underneath my weight, while also feeling the now cold mess splatter inside my diaper. Sitting on top of the table, I was just about eye level with Mom, as she placed a gentle palm on my chest instructing me to lay back down, resulting in the changing pad crinkling underneath my body. The length of the table allowed for everything from my knees and down to hang over the edge and left room for Mom to position herself right between my thighs as she popped open the snaps of my onesie and started the process of changing me into a fresh diaper. I could fear and hear the tapes being ripped open, the cold air hit my skin as the dirty diaper was peeled of my person and disposed of, as I heard the lit of the pail open and slam shut. I’m sure several wipes were used to clean me from the terrible mess that I had done to myself, which I’m sure was followed my first a thick layer of baby oil and then powder, before my bum was once again raised ever to slightly off the crinkly plastic padding and placed gently onto a fresh new diaper, which was soon taped securely around my waist, before my onesie was once again pulled down between my thighs and locked in place by 4 quick snaps. Truth be told, I’m only speculating when describing that scene and my first change on my new changing table. I really didn’t observe much of anything at the particular point. My mind had gone completely blank, I’m still locked in almost a state of shock, trying to come to terms with this new massive furniture that had made its entrance and taken its spot in my bedroom. My eyes flicked from side to side, running up and down the baby blue racecar decorated changing pad, that I was now laying on, before shifting to the huge PIT ZONE sticker that had been planted on the wall just above the table. I wasn’t much of a racecar fan myself, but I’m guessing all boys at some point or another in their early years have been fascinated by the loud engines and fast moving object. I concluded that Uncle Rob must have put it all together while we were out and if he had also been in charge of the theme and decoration, then I would have to applaud him for a well-executed theme and decor. All clean and ready to go, I was once again guided by both wrist and helped off the table, only wearing my onesie I followed Mom out the bedroom and back to the kitchen, where Karen and Rob were both seated at the table, Rob still nursing his beer and Karen with a clear glass of water in her hand, while Jack was sound asleep in his stroller, which had been moved inside. “It’s just PERFECT, Rob. Thank you!” Mom swiftly moved in to give Rob a thankful hug. “Don’t mention it, it was fairly easy and I actually enjoyed decorating it.” Rob hugged her back, before their quick embrace ended and Mom turned to face. “Patrick, go say thank you, to your Uncle Rob for your nice changing table.” I hadn’t realized until then, that I was standing in front of Karen and Rob, in just my thick diaper and a onesie. Karen I didn’t mind as much, but I still kind of wanted Rob to see me as a guy on his level. So without making much eye contact I slowly wandered over and managed to muster a faint “Thank you, Uncle Rob.” Which he responded to by ruffing up my hair and a with a quick “Don’t mention it, Kiddo.” Before finishing the last sip of his beer and turning to Karen. “Time to get going?” Karen nodded in agreement, before getting up from her seat, hugging my Mom goodbye while thanking her for a wonderful day and making sure to give me a quick kiss on the check, while giving my diapered butt a quick pat, before following behind Rob who was already wheeling the stroller with Jack out the door and into the driveway. My Aunt made sure to shut the door behind her and soon after we heard both engines of their cars fire up and drive off. Mom mad herself a cup of coffee, before starting the process of making dinner. I was still at a loss for words and made my exit to go watch some TV, still finding the whole situation unreal and not really paying attention at all. My head was spinning at such a rapid pace trying to come to terms with the fact that my dresser which once contained all my designer jeans, t-shirt, jogger and most importantly underpants had now been replaced with a racecar themed changing table stocked to the brim with diaper, stuffers, plastic pants and changing supplies. I was so busy trying to wrap my head around the whole ordeal, that once dinner was ready and I took my seat at the table, I didn’t even care to notice the fact that more at some point before serving me my bowl of mush, swiftly moved up behind me and tied a new clean bib around my neck to be worn while eating. I can’t tell you if the bib was needed or not, it may have been because I spent the next 20 minutes just mindlessly shoveling food into my mouth, only stopping to wash it down with huge sips of milk, while staring into thin air with a blank expression and glazed over eyes. The night passed uneventful as I sat on my designated spot on the floor, while Mom switched between channels eventually settling on a movie, that I paid little to no attention to. As it ended I once again found myself being lead back to my bedroom and helped onto my new changing spot, as Mom quickly went through the process of changing me out of a diaper which had gradually been turning wetter and wetter since I was changed into it earlier and into a new nighttime diaper, accompanied by a fresh white onesie with baby blue edges and covered in little bears wearing nightgowns and caps. My eyes once again flickered to the lettering on the wall, as I heard the first snap of my onesie being closed and finally opened my mouth too speak. “Mom….” “Yes, Baby.” Her reply was calm, as she popped another button closed. “Don’t you. Don’t you think the changing table is a little much? Like do we really need it, I’m going to be out of diapers again soon, remember?” She smiled, closing up another snap. “Oh, Baby. You don’t have to worry about that. First of all, with all the diapers you’re going through and as a result all the diapers I’m changing. Not having to bend over to change you on the bed or on the floor, is really going to help save both my back and knee’s and is surely going to save us a hell of a lot of trips to the chiropractor.” The last part of her answer, was followed by a quick laugh, before continuing. “And out of diapers, soon? Remember the plan was for you to pottytrain alongside your Cousin and document the process and experiences that he may be going through. And, Honey. Sorry to say it, but Jack isn’t ready for potty training in the near future. So this thing isn’t such a bad investment.” Closing up the last button, she took a light hold of both my wrists and helped me back up to a seated position on the table, letting us come eye to eye. “And I’ll tell you something. When you do return to using the potty and gets out of diapers. This thing isn’t going to waste. You see, we got it from a company called Cribs to College. When needed the whole thing can be converted into a regular dresser and used to store your wardrobe once again. They got a while line of furniture just like it. Pretty smart isn’t it.” She let hand run down me cheek, as I responded with a faint “I guess.” I was then instructed to jump off the table, as Mom pulled the covers of my bed to the side, instructing me to lay down, before tucking me in, making sure the sheets were nice and tight around me, before producing a fresh new pacifier from her back pocket. “Don’t you worry about a thing, Baby. Everything I do, I only do because I care about you. When this is all over, everything can go back to normal if you want it to.” I parted my lips, allowing Mom to slide the dummy into my mouth, as instincts took over and I started sucking away at my comforter, look up at Mom with a trusting stare. “Good boy. Sleep tight.” She planted one last kiss on my forehead, before getting off the bed and leaving the room, shutting the door behind her. Laying in the dark with my binky bobbing up and down in my mouth, I could still see the faint outline of the changing table at the end of my bed and allowing my eyes to pan across the room could also conclude that the new stickers on my wall, had a faint glow in the dark effect to them, gently bathing the room in a light blue glare, which seemed to calm me down, as my eyes quickly started getting heavy and soon closed shut.

Chapter 22: Wanting to take advantage of the amazing summer we had been blessed with, Mom arranged for herself, Karen, Jack and me to spent the day at the nearby park. The same park that I took the bus to, what seemed like ages ago. The same park that I truly wore my diapers outside and public for the first time. Things had changed quite a bit since that first outing and when Mom announced her plans the evening before, I wasn’t particular bothered by the idea, it would be nice to get out of the house for a bit and it had been a while since we’ve spent time with Karen and Jack, “It will be fun.” I thought to myself as I was laying in my bed, feeling my eyes get heavy and my diape swell between my legs, before drifting off to sleep. In the morning I made quick work of my breakfast, surprisingly I awoke with only a soggy diaper, so when breakfast was done, Mom sent me to the living room to watch some tv, while she got everything cleaned up and got herself ready for our day out. Sitting on my designated spot on the floor, switching between the morning news and morning cartoons it didn’t take long for my breakfast to start making its way through my system. It started with a couple of small farts, which was accompanied by small spurt of urine escaping from my bladder. I could feel the pressure building and continued to pass gas, the sound made me let out a small giggle, as I found my paci that I had left on the blanket the night before and placed it between my lips, switching back to the morning cartoons and throwing the remote to the side. I shifted my weight and let out another fart, which sounded wetter and certainly louder, which made me laugh out loud behind my dummy, resulting in a string of droll escaping from behind the shield, sadly I wasn’t wearing one of my new bibs and the warm sticky saliva splattered onto the front of my onesie, but I failed to notice, as I was hit by another slight cramp resulting in another runny fart escaping into my diaper. I shifted my weight one more time and this was all it took for my bowels to let loose and send a cascade of warm mush into soggy padding of my diaper as I sat motionless and slowly felt it spread up the back and down between my legs. It amazing how disgusted I felt with myself the first couple of times I found myself in a messy diaper, how the feeling of the warm poop around my butt and the feeling of it squishing around my diaper with my every move, how even the smell of my own accident made me almost physically sick and now, well now it felt almost pleasant. I had gone from hating the feeling of a messy diaper, to almost enjoying the feeling of sitting in my own filth. I grabbed both my feet and rolled backwards onto my back, almost rolling into a ball on the blanket, a I felt the mess move around in my soiled diaper and once again let out a small giggle. “You all done, Honey.” The sound of Mom’s voice took me out of the moment and straight back to reality as I sat back up and saw her leaning against the doorframe, while zipping on a cup of coffee. “I wonder how long she’d been watching me.” I thought to myself, but the worlds that escaped my mouth from behind the pacifier was “Yeah, Mommy. All done!” “That’s good, let’s go get you all cleaned up and ready. Your cousin and Aunty is going to be here soon.” She took me by the hand, helping me back to my feet and had me waddle after her towards the bathroom. Inside Mom had everything laid out, I gently laid down on the changing mat on the floor and the soiled diaper was quickly disposed of into the diaper pail and after a quick wipe down, I was guided into an already waiting warm bath, where Mom made sure to wash me thoroughly, commenting that I was soon in need of another haircut, as used plenty of soap, shampoo and conditioner to wash me off. Once out of the bathtub and dried off, I was once again guided to the changing mat and soon found myself in a new clean diaper with an added stuffer for extra absorbency and volume. Surprisingly Mom had already picked my outfit for the day, sliding a fresh onesie over my head, this one white, with sun yellow edges and decorated with bright yellow sunflowers. The onesie was accompanied by a new piece of clothing in the form of a pair of light blue shortalls which Mom guided my feet and legs into, before instructing me to stand up, allowing her to showcase the buttons around the crotch area and fix the length of the suspenders, before pulling them over my shoulders and snapping them into place on the chest area of my new pants. Last came a pair of white socks and my outfit for the day was all done. Turning to see myself in the bathroom mirror, I quickly came to the conclusion that; Despite being a tad bit childish the combination of the onesie and shortalls did a lot to hike up and hide my thickly diapered bum. I smiled at my reflection and proceeded to do a quick spin trying to see myself from every angle. Mom instructed me to go watch TV for a bit, while she got the last things ready and waited for Jack and Karen to arrive. On my way to the living room, I filled a large glass of water and took it with me to my designated spot on the floor, being very careful not to spill anything on my new outfit and feeling rather proud when I succeeded in finishing the entire glass without a single slipup. Mom was busy moving stuff around, until I finally heard the doorbell and she rushed to greet Karen and Jack. I could hear the door open as Mom’s voice echoed through the house. “Oh hello, you two. Heya Jack, hi Jack. My you sure are getting big! Honey, come say hi!” I quickly scrambled to my feet, almost knocking over the empty glass on the blanket and waddled my way through the house to greet our guest. I spotted Karen with Jack on her arm, busy chatting to Mom as I entered the kitchen. The conversation came to a dead halt, as Karen turned her head and spotted me entering the room. Her eyes grew wide as I waddled my way closer to greet them. “Hi Aunty Karen, HI Jack.” I leaned in for a hug, as Karen did the same while balancing Jack perfectly on one arm and using her other arm to embrace me, making sure to let her palm run down my back and across my diapered butt. “Oh, hello Patrick. My don’t you look all nice and dressed up. What a cute outfit your Mom picked out for you.” She let go of her embrace standing back up, while making sure to make eye contact with Mom, giving her a quick glance, eyes wide open. “Yes, isn’t it adorable. It’s his first time wearing his new shortalls. But they are just perfect for such a pleasant summer day.” Karen let her eyes glaze over me one more time. “And with crotch snaps and everything. I just love it!” Mom gave me a huge smile. “Oh yes, snapcrotch have proved to be a real lifesaver for us. You won’t believe how much easier everything has become.” Karen let out a light chuckle before answering. “Oh trust me, they are just the best. With so many diaper changes during the day, they really do save a lot of time. But one will have to wonder, at this point who spends more time changing diapers, me or you?” Both women burst into laughter, which resulted in Jack also starting giggle loudly. The laughter soon subsided as Mom continued. “So, you two ready to go.” She made a playful gesture at Jack who proceeded to squeal in joy. “Yes, we’re all packed and ready to go. I got the SUV and the stroller and everything is packed in the back. Rob should be here shortly in the van. “Uncle Rob is coming with us!?” I exclaimed partly confused, partly excited about getting to spent some guy time with my uncle. “No, Pat. Uncle Rob got some things to take care of while we’re out.” My smile turned a bit sour as a result of Karen’s answer, but I quickly forgot about my disappointment as Mom instructed me to go grab my shoes and jacket. We were soon dressed and ready to go and just as I opened the front door ready to head out, Uncle Rob almost ran me over while in the middle of entering the house with a huge box in his arms. “Oh, watch out there, Pat!” He exclaimed doing his best to not lose his footing and trying to avoid slamming the box into the walls or doorframe. “Good to see you, Rob.” Mom greeted him as he put the box down in the middle of the kitchen. “You too, Susan.” He turned to face me. “Hi, Uncle Rob!” He responded by rubbing my hair and letting his eyes pan over me two or three times. “Heya, Pat. Don’t you look fancy.” I gave him a huge smile, as he turned to once again face Mom. “I got the last box in the back, looked fairly simply so it should be ready in no time.” Mom responded with a smile. “Thank you once again, Rob. You’re really a big help. We’ll get out of your way and let you get to work. Honey, grab your diaper bag and let’s get going.” I barely heard a word that was spoken, as I was far too busy staring at the large box sitting on the kitchen floor. “Watch in the box?” I exclaimed. Mom swiftly grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the door, making sure to grab the diaper bag and swing it over her free shoulder. “Nothing for you to worry about. Now come on, Jack and Karen is already in the car waiting for us.” We left Uncle Rob alone and went into the driveway, where Karen already had the engine running. Mom opened the back door for me and motioned for me to get into the backseat next to cousin Jack who was safely strapped into his car seat, busy sucking away at his pacifier and playing with some kind of rattle. I jumped into the backseat, where Mom quickly grabbed a hold of the seatbelt and strapped me in before I even had time to react, before throwing the diaper bag into the bottom of the car between my feet and slammed the door, as she made her way to the front door and jumped in next to Karen and we were on our way. I zoned out for most of the ride to the park. Mom and Karen spent the whole trip chatting away, but it mostly appeared as background noise to me, as I stared out the window and spent a few minutes trying to entertain Jack. At one point he threw his play rattle out of reach and almost burst into to tears trying to get it, until I picked it up and shook it in front of him, turning his whimper into a light giggle, which resulted in a slight giggle escaping my own lips as I continued to shake the rattle in the air. We soon arrived at the city park parking lot, where Mom and Karen was quick to get out the car as Karen went to the back and started getting Jack’s stroller out and assembled, while Mom made her way around and got my cousin unstrapped from his car seat, while I started searching for the button to unbuckle my own seatbelt. “HONEY, please wait.” Mom’s voice was loud and clear, making me freeze in place, as I watched her unstrap and lift Jack out of his seat and into the stroller that Karen had waiting for him on the pavement. Afterward she swiftly moved around the car, opening my door and unbuckled my seatbelt, before guiding me out the car, not forgetting to grab the diaper bag from the floor. Both mine and Jack’s diaper bags were slung over the handles of the stroller, as we started making our way across the parking lot towards the entrance of the park. At one-point Mom quickly grabbed my wrist and guided my hand onto the side of the stroller. “Please hold on, Honey.” She gave me a caring smile, as I did as I was told and we walked into the park. We slowly made our round of the park, making sure to take small breaks from time to time, to enjoy the silence, hear the birds sing, watching the trees, pretty flowers and enjoy the warm rays of the summer sun. I felt myself tinkle a few times into my diaper, but didn’t bother to care. Thanks to the combination of my onesie and shortalls I felt my diaper being safely supported and secured in place and he extra padding was sure to absorb anything that could escape my weakened bladder. We reached the middle of the park, which had a large opened area with a huge open lawn and a huge playground with swings, slides and a large sandbox. The adult decided to take a break here, as Karen unstrapped Jack from his stroller and carried him to the far end of the sandbox. Mom took a seat on a bench in the shadows and with nothing else to do, I followed Karen and Jack to the sandbox and stepped into the warm sand, where Jack was already busy grasping the warm substance and squishing it between his fingers. I felt the soggy padding of my diaper squish underneath my weight, as I dropped onto my butt in the sandbox, quickly finding a bucket that had been left behind and started building a sandcastle to impress Jack. It wasn’t until I was sitting there in the sand next to Jack, trying to get a castle going, while keeping an eye on him, that I realized how much he’d grown in such a short time. He certainly wasn’t an infant or little baby anymore. Or well, he was very much still a baby, but he clearly starting to get a hang of controlling his own body, crawling and scooting around, grasping and palming things. He was aware of the world around him and took in every sight as a new experience. As I filled another bucket with sand and slammed it down bottoms up to reveal another pillar of my castle, I couldn’t help but think back to when I started my project. Back then Jack was barely able to sit, let alone crawl and now he was doing both just fine. Back then I had to fight and focus to just wet myself, let alone mess my diapers and just like Jack, now I was doing both just fine. We were both making progress in our development, Jack moving in one direction, me moving in the complete opposite, at some point our journeys would surely cross paths as Jack would surely catch up to me or I would simply move backwards so much, that I would eventually bump into Jack as he was moving ahead on his Journey. Hopefully at that crossroad I would be able to shift gear from going in reverse to actually be moving and follow alongside Jack on his journey towards pottytraining. I managed to get a rather impressive castle going, building towers, outer walls and even started digging a tunnel going under the whole thing. Jack would simply continue grasping and throwing sand around, crawling a few meters from time to time to explore new areas and once in a while stop and look for Mom and Aunt Karen and get a huge smile every time he spotted on the bench in the shadow, chatting away but making sure to keep a close eye on the two of us. Playtime ended as Karen picked Jack up from the sandbox, making sure to brush most of the sand of his outfit and carried him to the bench. Not wanting to be alone, I knocked over my impressive castle and waddled behind them greeting Mom at the bench. “Did you two have fun, Honey.” I nodded answering her question before taking a seat next to her on the bench. “I’m just going to give Jack a quick feed and then maybe we should get on our way.” Karen positioned Jack in her lap, pulling down one side of her top while using a cloth to cover herself up and placed Jack to her bosom. “How long are you planning to keep breastfeeding, Karen.” Mom answered as Karen slowly rocked Jack back and forth. “Well, until he thinks its enough or it get too troublesome. We’re already switching between formula and pumping bottles, I don’t want to rush him and I actually really enjoy it to. This way I always have something for him to drink.” She gave a smile, while continuing to rock back and forth. “Oh shot, that reminds me!” Mom almost erupted. “You must also be thirsting for something to sip on.” She turned towards me. “And I totally forgot to bring something for the two of us.” Karen gestured towards her diaper bag hanging on the stroller. “Oh, I brought a juicebox that I was planning on drinking myself. Its right in the bag, he can have that.” Mom quickly stuck her hand inside the bag and produce a small square orange juicebox. “You’re a lifesaver, Karen.” She proceeded to open and poke the straw into the box, before handing it to me. “Here you go, Honey. Drink up.” I had been thirsting for something to drink for a while. The sun had been beating down on the sandbox the entire time and the combination of my shortalls, onesie and diaper I was wearing three layers of clothes, which had been keeping my core temperature fairly high. I wasted little time grabbing the juicebox out of Mom’s hand, quickly putting the straw in my mouth and have the box a hard firm squish, resulting in a flood of juice shooting up through the straw and into my mouth, with a lot more pressure and at a faster rate than expected, as a result the sweet liquid exploded into my mouth faster than I could swallow it, meaning a large amount managed to pressure its way out and escape between my closed lips and splattered onto the front and chest area of my onesie and shortalls and a few drops even managed to hit the crotch and thigh area of my juvenile pants. “Jesus Christ, Patrick!.” Mom erupted quickly snatching the box out of my hands. “Look at your pretty new clothes.” Putting the juicebox down on the bench, she quickly went into my diaper bag and produced several wet wipes, which she used to the best of her ability to wipe of the juice splatter, before it had a chance to leave any permanent stains or marks on my brand new clothes. “I’m sorry, Mom.” I hung my head in shame. “I was just very thirsty.” I felt rather defeated by the fact that I had failed the simple task of finishing my drink, without making a complete mess of myself. She finished wiping the remaining juice off of my clothes, concluding that the damage had been done, as large dark orange stains were fairly visible on the front and around my chest area. “It’s alright, Baby. You just need to be more careful. It’s too bad ruining all your pretty outfits on their first outing.” She discarded the wipes in a trashcan next to the bench and once again returned to the diaper bag, this time producing a white bib with a huge smiling yellow sun on the front. “Here you go, Honey. I think its best you were this for a while.” As she tied the bib around my neck, my frown quickly turned upside down, not exactly happy about wearing such an infantile piece of garment in public. “Mom, do I really have to!?” She picked the juicebox back up and placed the straw right in front of my face, motioning for me to drink. “Hush now, Baby. We need to get going soon. Now drink up and be a good boy.” Reluctantly I proceeded to lean forward and ever so slightly parted my lips to let the straw enter my mouth and did my best to quickly suck down the remaining juice, being very careful not to let anything slip between my lips, as Mom held a firm grasp on the box. In the meantime, Karen had finished feeding Jack and had herself all covered back up. “Phew, that went right through you didn’t it?” She playfully asked Jack, quickly putting her nose to his diapered butt, resulting in the young child letting out a loud laugh. “Let’s get you changed and then I think it’s time for somebody to go home for a nap.” Scooping Jack onto her arm, she swiftly managed to produce a changing mat, wipes and fresh diaper from the diaper bag, swiftly placing the mat next to Mom and me on the bench with Jack laid out on his back and expertly proceeded to unsnap his onesie exposing his soiled diaper and got going getting her baby boy cleaned up. I watched the whole scene unfold with great interest, while still sucking away on the juicebox. “I may be in the need of my diapers at the moment, but at least I’m still far from getting changed out in the open and in public like Jack. I may be moving backwards in my journey faster than expected, but I’ve not fully crossed paths with Jack just yet.” I felt rather proud as those thought ran through my mind, happy that I didn’t have to endure such a humiliating and infantile experience just yet. My train of thought came to a sudden halt, by the sound of several snaps quickly popping open and the feeling of palm pressing against the front of my diaper and feeling its way around between my legs. I quickly looked down as my jaw dropped resulting in a rather large amount of juice to flood out of my now wide open mouth and dripped down my jaw and onto the front of my bib, as I realized that Mom had popped open the crotch of my shortalls and several snaps of my onesie and was in the middle of feeling her way around my diaper area, searching for any leaks or something worse. “We’re only wet over here. Soaked, but only wet. He’ll be fine till we get home.” She quickly closed my onesie back up, before spotting the juice remains that was still dripping from my wide open mouth and onto the front of my bib. “Think that’s enough for now.” She pulled the juicebox away from my mouth and used her free hand to grab the bib to use it as a cloth to wipe the remaining juice from around my mouth. As the last droplet of juice was removed from my face, the voice of a young women broke the moment. “Excuse, is it okay if I sit.” My eyes shot open as both me, Mom and Karen all turned our heads to face the women who I recognized instantly. This was the same pretty girl that I had seen on my first diapered trip to the park, so long ago, the girl I had spotted feeding her own baby as I made my way around the park in a soggy nappy. Here she was again, her baby boy hanging in a sling close to her chest and with the sweetest smile across her face. “I didn’t mean to push you away or anything. But would it be okay if I sat next to you.” Karen who at this point had finished changing Jack and was in the middle of putting her supplies away, gave her a gentle smile. “Oh, you’re not intruding at all. We were actually just about to leave. One of these two are in need of a nap.” “If not both of them.” Mom cut in followed by a light chuckle, as she finished closing the last button of my shortalls. “The bench is all yours.” She finished before standing back up, motioning for me to do the same, as Karen picked Jack up from the bench and placed him back in the stroller. “Thank you so much.” She responded taking a seat on the bench and started unbuckling the child from his harness. “You two enjoy the weather.” Mom happily responded with a smile, as she gently guided my hand onto the stroller that Karen started pushing down the path. I did my best to avoid getting eye contact with the young mother, but as we made our way towards the exit I could help but turn my head to look back, only to spot her staring straight at me, wide eyed as her stare shifted up and down my person, clearly paying close attention to my diapered butt with shifted from side to side, as I walked next to the stroller towards the exit. We took the short route through the park and soon reached the exit and the parking lot, where Mom quickly scooted Jack out of his stroller and placed him in the carseat, while Karen got everything packed away into the back of the car. As earlier in the day, I was guided into the backseat next to Jack where Mom once again made sure to buckle me in tightly, before her and Karen took their respective seats in the front of the car. Traffic seemed to have picked up a fair bit compared to the trip to the park, meaning the ride home took a great deal longer, then the original drive. Jack drifted off to sleep in his carseat fairly quick, while Mom and Karen engaged in some boring chit chat, while listening to the radio in the front, leaving me to entertain myself for the remaining time until we got home. There is only so much time you can spend looking out the window, especially when you’ve seen the route and city hundreds, maybe thousands of times. At one point I spotted Jack’s rattle toy from earlier laying on the seat between us and with nothing else to do proceeded to pick it up and toss and turn it in the air, inspecting every square inch of the brightly colored plastic, at one point finding a button on the side, which made the whole thing light up in a rainbow colored display, which brought a small smile to my face. As mentioned I’d been fairly happy, if not even proud earlier to not having to endure a public dirty diaper change next to Jack while at the park. Despite my diaper being extremely soaked, at least I’d been able to avoid messing myself longer than my baby cousin on this particular, but as I was about to learn making it out and back home with only a soaked diaper to show for it, wasn’t about to be an option. As before it started with slight cramps, which quickly made their way downwards through my bowels, building in intensity as they did. The passing of some light gas came next. One fart, two farts, the third fart proved to be rather loud and sounded kind of wet. That’s when Mom and Karen decieded to pause their conversation and turn down the radio ever so slightly, as Karen looked into the rearview mirror spotting Jack completely motionless and fast asleep in his carseat. Next her mirror gazed shifted to me and continued to shift between me and the road, as I proceeded to pass gas several more times into my soaked diaper, as a foul smell started making its way around the cabin. “Think you’re going to have quite a clean up to look forward to, when we get home.” She said raising her eyebrows at my Mom, while returning her attention back to the traffic in front of her. “I’m kind of getting used to it, to be honest. I’m actually surprised he’s been able to hold it for this long today.” She answered back, while staring at my reflection in the rearview mirror. I completely ignored the fact that they were talking about me like I was not even there, or like if I was not able to understand their adult conversation. I was far too busy shifting my weight from side to side a few times, before finally feeling my bowels completely relax, as the familiar feeling of warm mush exploding and expanding into the backseat of my diaper and slowly spread up the back and down between my legs. After spending so much time in dirty diaper, I must have started to become anosmic or noseblind to my own odor because according to Aunty Karen a foul smell soon made its way around the whole inside of the car, even forcing her to crank her window open at one point, allowing some fresh air to enter the cabine and make the last few minutes of the ride home bearable for her and Mom. The comments made by Karen about my scent didn’t really bother me, I was actually enjoying the feeling of once again being in a messy diaper, feeling the pull of my onesie keep the diaper firm place, as I once again turned my stare out the side window and watched the buildings pass by, until we finally made the turn up our driveway and arrived him once more. “Oh,I hope Rob had time to finish.” Mom exclaimed while undoing her own seatbelt and opening the door to exit the car. “For your sake, I hope so to. You could certainly use it for this one.” Karen proclaimed while also swinging her door open, taking in a fresh breath of air, as she exited the car. Before Karen even had time to open the door in Jack’s side, Mom already had mine wide open and quickly unfastened my seatbelt, grabbing both my wrists firmly almost pulling me out the car and towards the house, as I kind of struggled to keep up, waddling close behind her with wide steps, feeling my nappy and the mess inside shift from side to side with my every step. “I’m going to see if Rob is done and get this one changed, just help yourself to whatever in the kitchen.” She yelled towards Karen, who was still in the process of unbuckling Jack from his carseat, as we reached the front door. As we entered Mom quickly dropped to one knee and untied my shoes, slipping them of my feet. “Phew! Got to agree with your Aunty on this one, Honey. You are in desperate need of a change.” She quickly untied her own shoes and once again took me by the wrist, leading me further inside. In the kitchen we were greeted by Uncle Rob, just as he opened the fridge and produced an ice cold beer for himself that he proceeded to crack open. “Oh, welcome home.” He said raising his beer with a smile, before taking a large sip. “Thanks, Rob. Karen and Jack is right behind us. But this one is in desperate need of a change.” She motioned towards me with a slight nod. “I’ll say so. I could smell you two all the way from the driveway.” He chuckled, before taking another sip. “But its perfect timing. I just finished putting up and packing everything away like 15 minutes ago.” A wide smile spread across Mom’s lips. “Oh, really!? That’s perfect Rob!” He proceeded to give himself a sarcastic pat on the shoulder with his free hand. “Yeah, Uncle Robbie got everything set up for his little nephew. Check it out, I’ll go help Karen and fetch Jack in the meantime.” He made his way past us, setting his beer down on the counter, before exiting through the door. “Come on, Honey. Follow along now.” Mom had yet to release her grip of my wrist and started dragging me down the hallway towards my bedroom, grabbing the handle of the door and pushing it open.

The idea was that it should take him about a year to reach zero and then about a year to get back. I know time it moving at different speeds and maybe I also had him reach the point of incontinence a little to fast. The story started in early spring and we are now arriving at the late summer part of the year.

I get where you're coming from, I've also been thinking about the mental regression part and it will be dialed back a bit or at least stretched out, so we are able to follow the thought process of our main character. The back part will also been introduced eventually but I do have a few more ideas for stuff I want him to experience before we hit that point. We're not even close to the end of the story if everything goes to plan

Chapter 21: I spent that day just wandering around in my diaper and onesie. When given the choice, I opted to go for the boosted “super diaper” to avoid having to wear those warms plastic pants, which proved to be the right choice as the sun was just beating down on this particular day. The onesie was a perfect choice, Mom choose one with a white base, light green edges and covered in smiling cartoon farm animals, the material allowed my skin to breath and did it’s job by holding my extra thick diaper in place, as I toddled around the house. The extra padding in the diaper also proved to be the right choice, as Mom made sure I stayed securely hydrated in the warm summer heat, supplying me with a constant flow of water, juice and milk in large glasses. Whether I was planted on the soft cotton blanket in the middle of the living room, completely focused on the TV or sitting in front of my laptop, trying to add to my article which just continued to grow in size, Mom was always there to make sure I had something to drink nearby. This of course resulted in a constant flow of pee trickling into my diaper, which slowly swelled around my waist soaking up every little drop. Despite the massive size of my diaper, several changes took place that day, due to me constantly dripping urine, but also due to the fact that both my breakfast and later my lunch had to go somewhere after being consumed. Neither the near constant soggy diaper or the following two huge messes really bothered me, I didn’t really let it distract me from whatever I was doing at the particular moment. “Why should?” Was my thought. I had full confidence in my diaper and knew that Mom was in full control of making sure that I would have a fresh one put on, whenever the current one had hit its limit. At the moment, life was good no worries, no fears, I could do whatever I wanted to and didn’t have to worry about a thing. Not even my own bathroom needs. Several days would go by like that, I felt happy and carefree. It was a beautiful summer and in my head, everything was going according to plan. The fear I once felt about losing control and my sudden uncontrollable and unplanned accidents, didn’t seem to bother me anymore. It was all part of a bigger plan and part of the process. Mom continued to work from home and basically took care of all my needs in-between working away on her computer, of course I did my best trying to help out around the house, but she seemed to insist on doing everything herself most of the time, expecting nothing of me and allowing me more time to just toddle around in my own little world and once in a while take a few hours out of my day to do some writing on my article, which was coming along great and I was really proud of the work I was putting down, I did my best trying to log everything that happened, how I felt, what I did, how many diapers I would go through on a day to day basis, nothing was really left out. Despite how proud I was of my article and how much I enjoyed working on it, most of the time I would much rather just watch TV or toddle around. The article was work and “all work and no play, would make me a sad boy.” I chuckled to myself one day, after having spent thirty minutes at the most, working at the computer, before once again returning to my spot on the soft cotton blanket in front of the TV. At one point I stopped listening to the hypnotic files at night. “They are clearly not working; I don’t seem to feel any different.” I found myself thinking. If they had been working, truth was at this point I didn’t really need them anymore. My diaper seemed to be in a constant state of wetness, most of the time without my knowledge, my bladder was just doing its own thing and thanks to Mom’s constant supply of fluids, it seemed to be working in overdrive. Messing had also become second nature, as this point I was completely turned onto Mom’s new “soft diet” and it left my bowels in a constant state of flux, messes could happen without a second’s notice and would result in a diaper filled to the brim with a soft, gooey mess. To be honest, even if my body was able to give me a longer warning before emptying itself, what was I supposed to do? And why would I do anything about it? I knew my diaper was there to catch me and keep me safe and afterwards Mom would be there to make me all nice and clean again. “It’s all part of the process.” I kept repeating to myself. During this period, I didn’t leave the house too much, partly because I was completely fine just toddling around the house minding my own business in my own little world, but also party because I was still getting used to the thought of exposing myself more to the public. Most of the time I would be wearing the extra thick stuffed diaper and despite my new wardrobe of onesies and whatnot, showing off such a thick diaper was very hard to avoid. I knew in my mind and in my eyes, the onesie did its job holding the diaper in place and holding it tight against my crotch and Mom’s other options for clothing also did their part, but in reality any sane person, who was not legally blind would be able to tell that something was not completely normal, just my glancing at my diapered butt as I would toddle around and if their eyes didn’t tell me that something was off, there sense of smell certainly would, as I was walking around in a constant stench of urine, poop and baby powder. But I did get to spent a lot of time outside during those sunny days. Our backyard had a rather tall fence which supplied a large amount of privacy and after gathering courage one late afternoon, I would start venturing out more and more, often ending up spending days running or waddling around the backyard playing football, entertaining myself and just taking in the rays of warm summer sun. As I mentioned before, life was good. But that didn’t mean that did not have its fair share of ups and downs. Once in a while, things would not go completely to plan which more often than not would leave Mom a lot more annoyed than me, since she would have to be the one to clean and fix everything. Like with any child in diapers, accidents, leaks and even explosions were bound to happen. Despite the booster in my diaper, sometime it would simply hit its limit and without any plastic pants to contain everything, I would make a terrible mess from time to time. Several times I would open my eyes in the morning and find that my diaper had leaked during the night, most of the time the accident would be limited to pee, but once in a while an unnoticed mess during the night would lead to a regular diaper blowout, leaving my sheets completely ruined as I would wake up with poop splattered out between the leg holes of my diaper and sometimes up and out the back and onto my onesie. The first couple of times I woke up to a diaper blowout out, it scared the hell out of me. I would find myself feeling completely helpless afraid to move in my bed, simply sitting there and bawling my eyes out, which would prompt Mom to rush to my aid and leave her with the massive task of not only getting me cleaned up, but also taking care of my ruined sheets, blanket and pillow. Mornings like these would be a messy affair, I would be a complete mess, the blowout would often have ruined my sheets and made a mess of my onesie and the fact that I had developed a habit of drooling while sucking my pacifier at night, would mean that even the pillowcase would be soaked by morning. Often Mom wouldn’t say a word but simply get to work, but the sigh she let out every so often, let me know that she wasn’t exactly enjoying these extra morning chores. My diaper wasn’t the only thing that I started getting a habit of making a mess of. I mentioned the nighttime drooling due to the constant sucking motion on my dummy, even when it would fall out of my mouth during the night, the automatic sucking motions of my gums would continue. This would also happen during the day from time to time, a slim string of droll would slip from between my lips behind the plastic shield of my pacifier and splatter onto my shirt or onesie, often leaving me with a constant wet and sticky spot around my chest area. I was sitting in my usual spot on the living room one late afternoon, at bowl of water had been supplied by Mom and was placed in front of me and I was busy digging into the triangle shaped pieces with my bare hands. Once in a while sugary liquid would spurt out of the wet snack as I would bite into it, making a sticky mess of my hands and face, while also dripple and splatter onto the cotton blanket and the front of my onesie, which I proceeded to use as a means of wiping my hands clean once in a while. While keeping my full attention on whatever was going on, on the TV screen, but resulting in the front of my outfit being completely soaked and covered in sticky spots. Despite being completely entranced by the TV I still felt Mom entering the living room and heard her let out a faint “Oh my.” Before exiting again, thinking nothing of it I returned my full focus back to the screen and dug my hands into the bowl picking up another piece of melon to slobber away at. I felt her return moments later and approach me just as I finished biting into the melon, letting the remains fall back into the bowl as a couple drops of melon juice mixed with saliva dropped onto the front of my onesie. I got ready to once again wipe the sugary juices off my hands, using the already spoiled front of my shirt as a makeshift napkin, but was stopped just before my hands made contact with the fabric as Mom grabbed a firm hold my wrist gaining my full attention. She quickly started wiping my sticky fingers with a wet wipe doing her best remove the sticky substance from my palms. “Such a messy eater you are, yes you are.” She mumbled under her breath while finishing cleaning my hands and putting the wipe in her pocket. “Looky here, look what we have here.” She pulled something from her back pocket, while stilled kneeling down next to me and started reaching around my neck. I didn’t have time to see what she was hiding in her hand, before I felt something being tied around my neck and Mom’s hands fumbling behind my neck until she finished and ran her palm across my cheek. “Oh just look at you. That’s just precious!” She exclaimed as I turned my stare downwards in confusion and was met by a large piece of bright colored fabric decorated with all sorts of different cartoon candies, cakes cookies, making my jaw drop. “MOM!? Is that a-?” She quickly caught me off, by grabbing a hold of the fabric and repositioning it across my chest. “It’s a bib, you silly boy. Hopefully this can help keep our laundry a bit more under control and help the washer last a few more years, since you insist on being such a messy, messy boy.” She once again ran her hand across my cheek giving me a caring smile. “But, I don’t need.” She cut me off again. “Oh, I think someone does need their bib. I think someone likes making a mess of their nice new clothes, its certainly not Mommy, who’s been using her clothes as a napkin. No, No. I think that someone is you and boys who makes a mess of their shirt and wipe their hands on their pretty clothes, most certainly DO need a bib. Don’t you agree?” “Well, I.” She quickly picked a large piece of melon from the bowl and pushed it between my lips mid-sentence as I bit down, resulting in juices squirted everywhere and running down my jaw and onto the newly waiting bib below. “Looky, Looky. It works just perfect.” Taking a gentle hold of my wrist she placed the remains of the melon in my hand, allowing me to hold it on my own, as I bit down once again as even more juices flowed freely from my mouth and onto the bib below. “See, there is no problem, that Mommy can’t solve.” She got back to her feet and turned to leave. “Don’t you worry, Baby. If you make a problem, Mommy comes up with an answer.” She chuckled to herself once more, as she make her way out the room, once again leaving me alone on the floor, as I bit into the melon again, feeling a few more sugary juices escape between my lips and surely land on the awaiting bib below. I remember thinking, “what just happened?”. But Didn’t manage to finish my thought, as my attention was quickly drawn back to the TV, as commercials ended and my cartoons came back on.

Chapter 20: I awoke sometime in the middle of the night, it was still dark outside and the birds had yet to start singing, the house was covered in complete silence. Except from some serious rumbling coming from my stomach and bowels, which was closely followed by some tight cramps. I noticed my pacifier missing from between my lips and soon found my hands rummaging around the bed, between the sheet and under my pillow, where I finally found my trusty comforter and slid it back in place, where it belonged. Another rumble echoed through my darkened bedroom, followed by another cramp shooting through my stomach. I could feel the thick nighttime diaper, warm, slightly soaked and held firmly against my crotch by the warm fuzzy onesie. Another cramp was followed by another loud rumble and a huge wet fart which managed to escape from my bowels. I sucked harder on my dummy, while staring into the blank dark space of my bedroom ceiling. A sudden spurt of urine escaped into the already soaked padding of my diaper, accompanied by another runny, wet fart as my bowels passed even more gas. I felt myself slowly bent my knees, pulling them closer to my chest, making my big, diapered butt slowly roll off the mattress, as another slight cramp hit my gut and the smell of another fart spread around the air of my bedroom. Another gush of pee hit the padding of my diaper, as I gave my dummy a few gentle sucks, before my bowels finally let loose and a soft, runny mush started oozing into the back of my diaper and due to the onesie holding my padding in place, started spreading up the back and down between my legs, as I laid motionless in my bed, with my bum slightly in the air, feeling my bowels and stomach empty itself completely into my thick and already soggy nighttime diaper, as I continued to gently suck my dummy, feeling a small string of drool escape between my lips and the plastic shield and roll down my right cheek, as my bowels finally settled and the cramps came to a hold. I laid motionless for a minute, feeling the wet, sticky mess all over my bum and between my legs, as my hands slowly found their way under the covers and started feeling their way around the edge of the onesie finding it completely dry and clean, meaning the diaper had done its job. I let out a small giggle, as my hands brushed over every inch of my diaper area, feeling the warm mush squish around inside. I giggled once more, as another string of spit escaped my lips and ran down the side of my face and onto the pillow. I stretched my legs, allowing my messy bum to hit the mattress, feeling the warm squishy feeling as it did. The smell wasn’t that bad, my diaper felt warm and soft and I wasn’t afraid of leaking or making a mess. As I was laying there in the dark, my pacifier firmly planted between my lips, my warm, soaked and messy diaper securely held in place, by my soft onesie, I truly did not have a care in the world, as my eyes started getting heavy and I drifted back to sleep, another spurt of urine splashed into my drenched nappy. The next time my eyes opened, the sun was shining through the bedroom window, signaling morning had arrived. I recalled my actions from the night before, as I slowly sat up in my bed, my pacifier surprisingly still firmly planted in my mouth and bobbing up and down with every suckled. The smell reminded me of the state of my diaper, as I felt it stick to my bum and crotch with every slight move. The once warm, mushy mess had turned cold and clammy during the night, but a quick inspection with my hands revealed no leaks. I heard the microwave beep in the kitchen and glass and cutlery moving around, signaling the Mom was almost done preparing breakfast. I swung my legs off the side of my bed, planting my feet on the floor and with a slight struggle managed to find my balance, despite the super thick, heavy and messy diaper sagging low between my legs. Had it not been for the onesie it would have surely fallen right off my hips, as the weight would have torn the tapes in pieces. I toddled my way out the bedroom and headed for the kitchen, entering just as Mom placed my bowl of oatmeal on the table. “Morning, Mommy.” I managed to mumble under the shield of my dummy, which was still bobbing up and down between my lips. She smiled and greeted me back. “Morning, Honey. Did you slee-Oh my.” She cut herself off midsentence, as she spotted my diaper butt sagging low behind me. “Oh, look at you.” She made her way around table and took a knee next to me, running her hand down my back and over the onesie and my messy bum. “Did you do that, during the night?” I giggled around my rubber nipple, as she gave my butt a gentle squish. “You’re a very messy, baby. You know that.” She ran her finger around the edge of the onesie and the legs bands of the diaper. “Hmmm, no leaks. I’ll think you’ll manage until after breakfast. Take a seat, baby.” She placed her hands on my back and guided me to my chair at the table. I felt the sticky mess in my diaper splatter even more around, as I took my seat and started digging into my breakfast. I was making quick work of the oatmeal this morning, feeling rather hungry and famished and was quickly making way towards the bottom of the bowl. In-between shoveling food into my mouth, I felt several small spurt of urine escape into the soaked and drenched padding of my diaper, but truly did not care at all, I was far too busy filling my empty stomach, making sure to take big gulps of milk in-between large spoonful’s of oatmeal. As the last spoonful of oats entered my mouth, I made sure to chuck down the last drops of milk, washing it all down and to my surprise and without strain finished off with a loud burp, signaling that I was completely topped off and unable to consume a single drop more. Mom chuckled and as she made her way up from behind me and proceed to run a wet cloth across my mouth and cheeks, wiping away a bit of splattered oatmeal, that seemed to have missed its target during my feeding frenzy. “You were a hungry boy this morning, weren’t.” She proclaimed once again running the wet cloth across my face, wiping away the remaining bits and pieces. “But its understandably. Judging by the size and smell of that diaper, your stomach must have been completely empty when you got up.” She removed the bowl, glass and cutlery, while silently chuckling to herself. I pushed my chair away from the table and started heading for the living room, but was quickly caught off. “Where do you think, you’re going?” I turned around, spotting her with her arms cross. “Uhm, to watch TV.” I announced. “Oh no you don’t. Somebody is in desperate need of a bath and a clean tushy.” I frowned, I wanted to go watch TV, but also knew that Mom was right. My diaper was almost forcing the snaps of the onesie to come undone and to anyone but me, the stench must have been damn near unbearable, so I followed Mom to the bathroom and soon found myself getting a long warm bubble bath.