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  1. Cheryl closed the door to Mikey's nursery and let out a sigh of relief. The house phone rang and Cheryl jumped. She went into the master bedroom and looked at the caller ID. It was her mom and dad. Picking up the phone she was immediately cautious. "Hey. Is everything okay over there?" Cheryl asked. "Oh everything is okay. Some good news though." Marge, Cheryl's mother responded. "Well what is it?" Cheryl responded, unsure of what good news could possibly come of today. "Well the police officers, guarding our house, came to tell us the suspect's car, of who attacked us, was found in the next town over. And in searching they may have found the person. They wanted us to go to the station tomorrow to ID the person." Marge said. Cheryl sat down on her bed, feeling the drop in blood pressure, knowing her fears of Mikey being taken are almost over. "Wow. That is good news. Thanks Mom. I need to get to bed though. Goodnight!" Cheryl said and her mom exchanged a goodnight as well. Cheryl went to sleep after getting changed into her pajamas. In the morning Cheryl's alarm clock went off. It was about seven o'clock and she had to take Mikey to see Dr. Faulner today early at about nine o'clock. She went downstairs and began making breakfast for herself. She knew Mikey wasn't supposed to be eating solids still, as much as she wanted to give him some of her food, just by how adorable he looked trying to snatch it. Especially on his first day. ************** I was strapped to a table and again I realized I couldn't move. I had tubes coming from my hips from what I could tell I felt them in my back as well. Miss Sylvia came into be a just as I started to struggle. She had a devilish look to her. "Start it." She said and I felt a large amount of pain as my arms from them being twisted. I suddenly shot up from where I was, panting. It took a second to realize where I was and calm down again but, that was scary. I saw Mr Turtle on the other end of the bed and crawled over to him. Once I had him, I hugged him tightly, unsure if what just happened was a dream or another flashback of a forgotten memory. It didn't matter much to me anymore. I stood up in my crib, holding the bars for support, and I could hardly bring my nose up to the side of it. I waited as I heard footsteps walking around downstairs but none of them going up the stairs. "M-Mommy?" I called. The footsteps stopped and I tried calling again. "Mommy?" The footsteps started again but now I could hear them going up the stairs. The door opened and I saw it was her. "Come here Mikey. Let's get you changed." Cheryl said, lifting me up, supporting my bottom with her forearm. I rubbed the sand out of one of my eyes and I felt my back being rubbed a few times just before Mommy laid me down on my changing table. This time Mommy kept me in my Pjs. It was a bit odd, but I went with it. Mommy picked me up, holding me the way before, except she was now forcing my torso to lay on her. I wrapped my free arm around her neck to hold on better. Being tired still I hung my head over her shoulder as we made the trip down the stairs. **************** Cheryl headed downstairs and into the kitchen to grab a bottle from the fridge. After warming it up, the Amazonian mother tested the temperature on the back of her hand. She had pumped that morning so Cheryl was unable to breastfeed Mikey right now. Once the two left the kitchen, Cheryl and Mikey entered the living room and sat down on the sofa. Once they were on the sofa, Cheryl cradled him in her arms and lap. This time she left her breasts covered as she fed the little his bottle. She noticed he paused for a second before latching onto the bottle. Mikey closed his eyes as he nursed. "There you go. Don't worry, Mommy has you." Cheryl cooed as she always did. She thought it would be easier to keep him asleep for the trip and part of the visit to Dr. Faulner. Once the little was asleep she burped him a bit which woke him up for a few short moments, but Mikey fell right back asleep. Cheryl was ready to leave and got him in his carrier before leaving. Cheryl made sure he had his blankey and turtle tucked in with him. The little let out a long sigh as he wrapped an arm around his favorite plush toy and attempted to turn on his side, but being unable to from the restraints on the carrier/carseat. Cheryl hooked up the carrier in the car and headed to the hospital where Dr. Faulner was waiting. Once there, she took Mikey out of the car, still in the carrier, Cheryl went inside to check in. After they were checked in, the Amazonian mother say down in one of the waiting room's chairs and checked to see if Mikey was awake or not, only to find him still asleep and sucking his thumb as well. She smiled and replaced his thumb with his pacifier which he whined about his thumb and started to stir but quickly gave back into slumber as soon as he was suckling again. "Michael Rhien?" A nurse called out and Cheryl quickly kissed the forehead of her little before standing up and following the nurse. "In here please. Dr. Faulner will be with you in just a moment or two. She has to finish some paperwork for her last patient." The nurse said and left away. Cheryl set Mikey down on the bed, still in his carrier to check on him again. 'Good. Still asleep. I hope he doesn't wake up. I don't want to worry him. And I hope nothing is too serious.' Cheryl worried. A few minutes passed and the door opened. "Hello Miss Rhien. Sorry to call you back like this. But I wanted to show you some things that I found on his x-rays." The doctor pulled up a chair to one of the computers in the room and pulled up Mikey's file, then a few x-rays. She pointed to a series of dots on on his spine, and hips. "What are they?" Cheryl asked. "These are drill marks, surgical ones. And it looks like they've mostly healed but the problem is, no doctor performs this, especially in the spine of a little." Dr. Faulner spoke, and it was just as hard to understand for the doctor, as it was for Cheryl. "What does it mean though? Could it have anything to do with the flashbacks he has been having?" The mother asked starting to get more concerned. "I've been told to report these kinds of marks to the authorities from my superiors and fellow doctors, which I have and so far, this little is the first one reported alive. So we wouldn't know of anything done to him. It has something to do with certain littles producing some type of bone marrow, that can have regenerative properties and is why they stay so little, but these other littles produce more than normal, hence why he looks so young compared to others." Dr faulner stated. She was glad especially after hearing reports and seeing the x-rays herself of other little's, that she finally found one alive and determined to keep him alive and healthy. "Also on his arms and legs, it showed a lot of signs of them being broken, and healed back into place perfectly more than a few times. Which is found on a couple of other littles but not all, which raises questions." She said to Cheryl, who was baffled. She couldn't, wrap her head around this all. Who would want to do such a thing so horrible to someone that is so helpess. "On a good hand, Mikey can now eat solid food again. It seems like he has gotten used to eating again." Dr. Faulner finished. 'Now what am I going to do? All of this makes no sense. Why would anyone want to hurt littles?' Cheryl went into a state of shock hearing all of this. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up, it was Dr. Faulner. "Hey, listen. I'm felt the same way when I first heard of this. It started to be rumors, and then it didn't. Just be glad you found him, and he doesn't seem to remember, or else he would have said something earlier. And if you both need help, here is my personal number. Just leave a message if I don't answer." The doctor said to help calm down Cheryl. "Thank you." The Amazonian mother replied, thankful for what Dr. Faulner was doing for her. A slight whine came from the carrier, signaling Mikey was waking up and Cheryl smiled. "He might be a bit grumpy being here. Especially if he is still buckled in." She chuckled, moving over to Mikey. Sadly she had to tell him, but not right now. It was too soon.
  2. Here is mine. I just wish there are more boy diaper dimension stories.
  3. I hope this answers your question. Just enjoy the mystery too! After a few minutes on the phone, with Dr. Faulner, she heard footsteps behind her. Quiet ones with almost a shuffle to it. Pausing mid sentence, she wasn't facing who it was, but was near her knife set. The sound grew louder and she placed her hand on the largest blade in the set. "Miss Rhien? Hello? Are you there?" Dr. Faulner asked getting worried by the second. Cheryl started to spun around with the knife in her hand, almost ready to stab whoever it was, but she stopped before the knife even got into view. Mikey stood there in his socks, having since removed his shoes. He stood for a few seconds hugging his turtle, and dragging his blanket behind him. He looked worried. Cheryl's heart sunk as she realized what could have happened, and who she thought it was. "Is everything okay?" Dr. Faulner asked, worried herself. Letting out a sigh, Cheryl set the knife down, and back where it was before. "Yes. Well. Mostly. I'll have to fill you in tomorrow." She told the doctor. "Come here sweetie." The Amazonian mother said, bending over to pick up the little that was waddling towards her. She held him on her hip and his blanket, on his back like a cape, of sorts. Cheryl continued holding the phone with Dr. Faulner as she did this. "What's the matter Mikey?" She asked in a sweet, sympathetic tone. Without a word, Mikey pressed the side of his face into Cheryl's side, wrapping his arm around her. Mikey brought his hand to a fist and raised it to his lips, as if to look like he was sucking his thumb. "Well it looks like someqone missed his Mommy. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow and hopefully everything checks out." Cheryl hung up the phone and enjoyed the moment with her son. 'I couldn't imagine losing him. He is just way too precious to me. He is my son. Not anyone else's.' She thought to herself. "Come on. I bet you must be hungry." Cheryl carried Mikey through the kitchen, holding onto him. As Cheryl moved about the kitchen, Mikey eased his grip on Cheryl slowly until he jumped, scaring her in the process. The little paused for a second, before Cheryl felt her hip become slightly warmer, and Mikey started crying. Cheryl sighed but with a slight smile, knowing that her little would need more time to get used to it all, but it would be in time. The rest of the day went without a problem, except Mikey who was still bashful, and afraid of his new arrangement. **************** Cheryl picked me up and out of the bathtub like the past two nights, and secured me in a soft fluffy towel. I smelled the strawberry scented soap that I was washed in, and she kissed the side of my head. I hugged her neck as we went into my nursery. "That's a good boy." Mommy cooed as I was laid down on the cold changing table. There was a bright light, I was naked on an ice cold piece of metal. I couldn't talk, and I was unable to move. "Four foot even, one hundred and thirty eight pounds, and twenty eight years old. The auction will start at one hundred thousand dollars, to get little Franscesco." A voice said. I'm not Franscesco.' I was strapped in a seat, unable to move and barely had any strength. I was freezing. Lifting my head slowly I saw that little catcher man, with someone. I couldn't tell who. "You sure he is worth the two and a half million she spent? I mean, you don't think Sylvia overpaid?" Said the little catcher. "No way. This little, cannot be - Boss." Said the unknown man. "Zip it. I know what he is worth. And he is worth every penny I paid." Sylvia said as she stared at me. "Oh hello there. Why aren't you just the cutest little thing? Aren't you? Well don't worry. Miss Sylvia will take good care of you. Yes she will. Yes she will!" I of course, blushed, right before Sylvia reached something around to my neck and I felt a pinch, then closing my only view of the world around me. Then it got cold. Too cold. "mikey. Mikey. Mikey!" Cheryl said my name over and over, until I was out of the trance. I started looking around the room. 'Where am I? Who is this? Oh it's Cheryl. I mean Mommy.' I reached up and started crying. "Oh thank gosh. What happened Mikey?" "Mommy!" That was all I could think of to say through my crying. I was shaking, still trying to comprehend what happened. ************** Cheryl cradled the head of the little over her shoulder as he clung to her neck for what it seemed to him, to be dear life. 'I wonder what this is all about.' She thought. Ten minutes after Mikey's flashback he calmed down in the rocking chair and was curled up in the fetal position on her lap, with both of Cheryl's arms wrapped around him. She was humming a tune. "Mommy." Mikey said taking a deep breath. "Yes Mikey?" She responded. "I know why they want me so badly." He continued. 'Who are they?' Cheryl asked herself. "Im worth two and a half million dollars to them." Her son said. "H-how?" She asked and all he could do was shrug his shoulders. It was enough for her after the hellish day. Cheryl stood up and made her way over to the closet. She picked out a simple baby blue sleeper and got him dressed and sat down in the rocking chair again, with the little, crafling him in her arms andundoing her shirt and bra to allow him to nurse. ****************** I waited. I knew it was bedtime, and I was exhausted, I could have fallen asleep just laying in her arms, but I wasn't. And I didn't know why. Mommy ran her fingers through my hair and I snapped out of being trapped in my thoughts. I latched onto her nipple and began to nurse. She went back to humming and not long after I was asleep in my crib. Glad to have my Mommy taking care of me. Just I didn't know what was in store yet for tomorrow.
  4. Thanks for the support. Really it does help. I'm also going to make up for some lost traction and post something before I go to bed.
  5. Mommy took me downstairs while Grandma helped carry the bags down and once downstairs, I saw her drawing near the carrier. I hated that thing. "Are you guys going to be okay?" Mommy asked as she tried to set me into the carrier. I tried to sit up to avoid being locked in it so quickly. *************** Cheryl saw Mikey trying to sit up in his seat. "Oh no you don't. It's time to go Bubba." She cooed at the little. "I think we will be alright." Marge said to her daughter. Cheryl kissed and hugged her parents goodbye and didn't forget Mikey who was blushing to a crimson red. Cheryl and Mikey got into Cheryl's car and left despite the police officers that were ordered to keep watch, stayed. Now in the car, everything was silent except for the radio and Mikey's small whines. Cheryl didn't want to cry in front of her parents, and she defiantly didn't want to do it in front of Mikey. 'Oh gosh. He knows where my parents live and probably where I live.' Cheryl worried. Once home and inside, Cheryl locked the door behind her and turned on the lights, letting out a sigh of relief. She set him down on his play mat. "There you go. Now be a good boy and play while Mommy makes dinner okay?" The Amazonian mother cooed at her little. Mikey held his arms out for her to pick him up. "Ohh it's okay." She cooed, kissing his forehead. Cheryl reached into one of his bags to pull out Mikey's turtle and blanket, which he happily accepted. "Thank you." He mumbled nuzzling his face into the back of the head of the plush toy as he hugged it. "You're welcome honey." She smiled standing up. In the kitchen the home phone was blinking with a message. Upon inspection it was a message from Dr. Faulner.
  6. Thanks for the support guys! Sorry I haven't updated as much. Im still trying to. I've just lost a lot of motivation since the passing of my last grandmother.
  7. Cheryl started to shut down all of her equipment and was getting ready to leave. "So Cheryl. You can take tomorrow off but Saturday and Sunday, I need you. Oh and congrats on the catch." Her boss smiled. "Thanks." Cheryl said. She was glad her boss as she locked up her briefcase and left. She pulled into her parents driveway, seeing a cop parked on the street. "Hm. That's odd." She said to herself, getting out of her car. She got to the front door and before she could raise a hand to turn the knob, the door opened. It was her dad. "Cheryl. You better come inside." He said letting her in. Once inside, she sat down at the kitchen table. "So why is there a cop outside?" She asked. "Your mother was holding Mikey when someone tried to kidnap him. I fought him off. He got away, the police are keeping an eye on us." Frank spoke. Cheryl's face went pale. 'Oh gosh. What if he actually took Mikey? I might not have seen him again.' She felt her father hug her and she smiled. "I'm just glad everyone is okay." She told him. Cheryl wanted nothing more than to get rid of the guy. Once Frank stopped hugging Cheryl, Marge came down from upstairs, carrying the little in her arms, still bundled up. Cheryl had stood up from her and took Mikey from Marge. "Thank you guys for making sure he is safe." Cheryl said to her parents. "You are welcome honey. We won't let anything happen to you two." Frank said. "Let's go into the family room to go talk some more." Marge instructed, guiding her daughter with a hand on her back. Cheryl sat down and positioned Mikey uptright on her chest. "So did he give you guys any problems?" Asked Cheryl. "No not at all. In fact, he was an angel. He was a bit upset about not knowing where you were." Her mom said. There was a nock at the door. "I'll get it." Frank said, standing up. The room fell silent. He checked the door though the peep hole, it was just one of the officers. "Is everything alright?" Frank asked the man. "We just wanted to make sure you were okay." Said the officer. Frank and the police officer spoke for a few minutes longer before Frank came back. "He wanted to make sure you weren't an intruder and if we were okay." He said to the two women. Mikey stirred a bit before settling down again. "Well. I better get going. This little one still needs to get used to being at home first." Cheryl said. "You should probably dress him. I thought he might get too hot while he was swaddled." Marge told her daughter and they headed upstairs. Cheryl went into the nursery and settled him into the crib to look for Mikey's clothes he came in. "Mom. Where are his clothes he came in?" She asked her mother. "Right here. His tummy was upset and he threw up, so I ran his clothes through the washer." Marge responded. ***************** I woke up, whimpering as I felt my crotch get wet and uncomfortable. I was getting used to the feeling but I wasn't used to feeling wet like this. I went to go stretch, but I could only do my legs. I tried to squirm as I opened my eyes. "Help!" I called out as I tried to get myself unstuck but I couldn't. And only a few short seconds later I was crying. "Oh buddy. Come here." I heard. I knew that voice. It was Cher-Mommy's. I felt myself being lifted into her arms. "Its alright. Mommy has you." She cooed. I struggled to hug her, but I was still wrapped. "Shhh. It's okay. I know. I know. It's okay." Mommy said. 'No you don't know.' I thought. I calmed down a few minutes later and I was unravelled from my cocoon on the changing table. I was blushing again. I couldn't believe it was my blankey that was keeping me from moving. "Aren't you just a cutie now?" Mommy asked, poking my belly making me giggle like earlier. She changed me quickly into one of the diapers from the diaper bag she brought. "Thanks again for watching him for me today Mom." Mommy said to Grandma as she searched through the diaper bag. She pulled out something that looked like footie pajamas but with everything short on it. It also had a collar on it and was in a navy blue color. "Oh that romper will look so cute on him." Grandma said. I knew I wasn't going to like it when she pulled out another pair of ankle socks. I was diapered, dressed and adorable according to Mommy and Grandma. And hopefully today would be over soon.
  8. Ian also through most of the night until his bladder woke him up. Ian woke up in the middle of the night and was usually a morning person, but had a hard time waking up. "Hello?" He called out sleepily as the pressure in his bladder built up pressure, feeling all of this was normal due to his dream being about being a baby. Ian laid on his side, ready to sleep again when he got changed. But no one came at first so he started crying.
  9. Thanks everyone for the feedback! I hope you enjoy this next part like the rest. Once the fighting stopped I heard someone call my name. "Mikey!" It was Grandma. I heard running. I quieted my crying as the footsteps went up the stairs and I watched the door from under the bed. "Mikey!" I heard call out louder. "Frank I don't know where he went!" It was Grandma again. I saw feet in the doorway. "Mikey? Where did you go?" She called again. Grandma's face appeared and I just stared at her. "There you are. It's safe. You can come out honey." She reached an arm towards me and I was terrified. I heard sirens coming from off in the distance. "Come here Mikey. It's just me." She said again. I shook my head as the sirens got louder. "Mikey. Come here please. The police are here. It's safe." She insisted. I again refused shaking my head. A loud thud came from downstairs was followed by running. The sounds of the back door sliding open, just as the sounds of car doors slamming shut. "Oh no. Stay here Mikey." Grandma sounded worried. She stood up and rushed downstairs. "Frank?" She called, closing the door to the room. "Clear.-clear.-CLEAR. Freeze!" The police said, room to room. 'Is Grandpa okay?' I wondered. I felt guilty. I couldn't help him. I was very helpless. Crawling out from under the bed, I stood up and started to waddle to the door. Suddenly the door burst open while I was only a few steps away, falling backwards and onto my padded rear as two men entered the room, weapons drawn and one stopped and looked at me. "We got one!" One said and other finished checking the room. "All clear!" Was yelled from another room and the two police officers holstered their weapons. I was petrified in fear. I had wet myself a little just then but the one officer knelt down I started making a dash for the bed again. "Hey what's the matter? We are here to help." He cooed but I didn't care. I was afraid. A pair of hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me. "Come here." He said as I was lifted. Being brought face to face with the Amazonian police officer, I was terrified. I didn't want to be held right now. "Owwh. Look at him Tim." The woman said to the other. She started to bounce me in her arms, keeping my legs pinned to her chest. "Yeah you are right. We should get this little back downstairs with his parents." Back downstairs, there was some furniture knocked over and a couple of officers tending to make note of any evidence. I looked at everything. 'Where is Grandpa?' I thought as we went outside. "Look there is Mommy and Daddy!" One of the officers said just before hearing my name called. "Mikey!" I heard Grandma's voice. "Grandma!" I said excitedly, reaching my arms out to her as she came closer. As soon as I was in arms reach of her, I grabbed on, tearing myself away from the officer. "Oh. Grandparents." The one said as we all headed to Grandpa. I was so excited to see both of them. She cacooned me with her arms in almost a death-grip. I openly accepted this. "So, Mr. and Mrs. Rhien. We will keep a squad car outside of the house for twenty-four hours." Said the officer. "Just make sure they follow him around. I'm certain that whoever attacked us is after Mikey. Especially since he tried to grab him and run." Grandpa said. He looked okay, other than he had a bruise on his forehead. "Well we better get out of your way." The officer said. The police left shortly after and we got let back inside. But my problem was, I had been in a wet diaper for a while and I was starting to hate it more than usual. Once inside I felt a finger slip into my diaper. I didn't care anymore. My eyes watered as Grandpa came back with an ice pack. "I haven't had to fight in years." Grandpa said. "I don't think you ever had one in this house before." Grandma replied heading upstairs with me in tow. "Come on buddy. Let's get you changed." She cooed, laying me down on the changing table. Grandma took my shirt off and my diaper off, exposing me to the elements. She cleaned me up, putting me in a new cloth diaper, and slid a pair of plastic crinkly underwear over it. The design was blank but I felt like there was a purpose to this later. Next she opened up a bottle of lotion, and began rubbing it across my chest, back, legs and arms. I could tell it was lavender. "Good boy, staying still." She cooed. My eyes were almost impossible to keep open. I felt myself being lifted and gently settled into my blankey. I shifted a little bit but found myself being mummified in the soft blanket. My hands being trapped at my sides, I was tucked into the crook of her arm. "Mommy is going to be so happy to see you when she is done work." Grandma told me. My eyes dropped and I felt a familiar feeling, pressed on my lips. I opened my mouth a d felt the soft silicone slip past my lips, filling my mouth. I began to nurse from it, tasting Mommy's milk. Not long after I fell asleep, **************** Marge nestled Mikey into the crib after burping him. She gave him his binky before locking up the crib and leaving the room. She made sure to lock the room and keep the key with her just in case. Heading downstairs, Marge saw Frank grabbing an ice pack from the freezer and she smiled. "I'm just glad we are all okay." She said to him. "Yeah. I cant believe I thought he was the real repair guy. And that he almost took our grandlittle." Frank said. He brought the ice pack to his head and gasped at the pain from one if the bruises. Marge came over, and kissed him, with Frank returning the gesture. "I put him down for his nap. I was thinking we could tell Cheryl what happened when she is done work. I don't want to worry her." Marge said as she started to boil some water. "I'll get it." Frank tried saying. "No. You are injured. I'll take care of it." She replied. Frank gave out a defeated and exhausted sigh. "Alright. I'll tell her though."
  10. Ian felt his eyes get heavier and heavier as the rocking continued. "Buh-Buh.Dad-d" Was all he could say before falling asleep in the arms of his new daddy. A quiet little snore came from him as he slept.
  11. I dont know. No one here knows but me how strong the little-napper is.
  12. Thanks for the support everyone! Luckily for me they got me cleaned up quickly from the upchuck. And Grandpa brought up a sippy cup of juice. The only problem I had though, was I still wasn't allowed to hold it. But now with the burning sensation gone in my throat and mouth and I had been still sitting in the dirty diaper. "Now let's get you changed." I blushed and sunk my head between my shoulders. I was sitting up on the changing pad naked as the back of my head was supported while the sippy cup was tilted back along with my head. I could have felt more helpless. "I'll go pick out an outfit for him Frank. Do you mind changing him?" Grandma said. Grandpa nodded. "Go ahead. I'll take care of the little stinker." Grandpa took his hand off the back of my head and moved the sippy cup and placed it on the dresser. I turned to look up at him, a bit confused just before I felt his hand pushing me onto my back, and reminding me of what I had done minutes earlier as I let out a whimper. The cleanup was awful. But I was relieved when he got it all. But now that the old diaper was off, I laid naked on the crinkly table. When the man bent over I threw my hands over my member, and I blushed a crimson red. He stood back up the rest of the way and saw me. "Mikey. It's alright. I've already seen it." Grandpa told me. He was right. I looked away and my hands were gently moved to my sides. My legs were pulled up into the air, I could then smell baby powder and then I felt the smooth powder, being rubbed across my bottom and then him lay my legs back down. More powder across my front. The feeling was soothing, of the powder being rubbed in but it didn't last for long and my legs were once again lifted into the air. My lower lip stuck out as I pouted about my overall situation. "Good boy." I heard being said by a woman. I turned to see if it was Mommy, shedding the sour look on my face, but it was only Grandma. I turned back to face the wall and went back to my sulking. The new diaper I was in felt soft, fluffy and bulky. I couldn't bring my legs together fully. I looked at what I was wearing, and it was a cloth pin up diaper. "Oh Frank, he looks so adorable in those." Grandma said. "I figured he might look cute in these. No pants?" I heard the man ask, with his voice going from the gentle deep rumble back to booming once again. "I figured he can just stay in the prefold and a shirt since we weren't going out." The she replied. I was lifted so easily and the shirt they spoke of was slid over my head. My arms were pulled through the sleeves. Looking down I saw the shirt, and it had picture of a baby stegosaurous in green and the shirt was just a lighter green as well. "Oh I could just eat you up!" Grandma said as she started to kiss my face all over. Her head came towards me, and backed away constantly. It was terrifying. "No. Stop!" I said through the small involuntary giggles. As soon as I said it she stopped and held me, supporting my bottom with her hand, as I sat lower, able to rest my head on her boosum. Resting my head down, I felt her patting my bottom. It felt different now with this diaper on. I was starting to like that feeling. We exited the room and went back downstairs. "Ahh. So this is why you took so long." Grandpa said to Grandma. "I figured he would want to play before lunch time." She said. Before I was even close to being set down, the doorbell rang. "I wonder who that could be?" Grandpa asked and went to answer the door. Grandma moved into sight of the front door as Gradpa talked to who it was. I turned to see who it was and my heart skipped a beat. It was him. My eyes went wide, my body became tense and I gripped onto the Amazonian that was holding me as I shook in fear. His gaze met me and I knew I was done for. 'Why! Why me!' I thought as he was let into the house. As soon as he was in arms reach of me, he reached over and pulled me out of Grandma's arms. "Noo!" I screamed as the man darted to the front door. He pulled his arm onto my body too tightly squeezing me, which caused me to scream. I watched my new grandmother get further and further away. Time almost stood still, until we started falling. 'Here is my chance.' I thought to myself and as soon as the man's grip got loose enough, I made a dash to upstairs. "Don't you dare try that. Especially in my house!" Grandpa yelled. I could tell they were fighting. I didn't care who won. I just didn't want to be here. As soon as I got to the top of the stairs, I sprinted down the hall, stumbling crawling and anything I could do to keep moving. I went into the furthest room I could from the stairs. I found a room with a large bed in it and dashed for under it, crawling to the hardest to reach point I could. I curled into a ball and started crying.
  13. Alright. This part is going to focus on just Mikey and how he views his time with his new grandparents. I hope you enjoy "Come on. Let's go downstairs and say good morning to Grandpa." She said and I felt us moving. My breathing became quicker as we left the room. My heart was racing and we entered the family room and there he was just sitting in his lazy boy chair and watching a game of hockey. "Why hello there sleepy head. Come here." His voice boomed as his arms reached out for me. "Noo!" I whined as I was handed over. "No? Marge, do you mind getting one of his bottles for me?" The Amazonian man asked. "Sure. I'll be right back." She said. Like the way I was being held by him last time I was here, once again pinned to his chest. I felt one of his hands start at the small of my back and brush up to my neck and shoulders, causing me to relax more. But his hand didn't go down. Instead I felt his fingers wrap around the back of my skull and neck. I thought for sure this was it and I tried to struggle one final time. But I was wrong. I felt his fingers start to rub my head, behind my ears and massaging my neck at the base of my skull. I stopped freaking out physically, my breaths became long and heavy after I let out a long sigh, arching my back and raising my shoulders far enough off the man's chest to bring my arms back down to my sides. "There you go. Just relax. Thanks honey." I heard and I don't think I could have relaxed any more than I was without falling asleep. "You don't need to be afraid buddy." He spoke in a soft mellow tone. It only lasted a minute however and my all but limp body was lifted, and repositioned into just the arm of this gentle giant. I didn't move, and all the energy I had to protest in me at the time, was gone. I was almost sitting up at first in the crook of his arm. My eyes slowly scanned the room and I noticed I was wearing a pair of elastic waistbanded blue jeans and wearing a light orange short sleeved shirt with a big cartoonish yellow monster truck on it. And I even had a pair of white ankle socks on. Gosh how I hated ankle socks. Sadly this is all I could notice before I saw the man holding me, bring a bottle up to my face. The bottle slid right into my mouth, and I started nursing. "Good boy." He cooed as I raised my arms up to try to help hold the bottle, but from the massage, I had hardly enough energy to just slightly raise them. "Its alright." He cooed as I huffed and puffed as I drank from the bottle. It was smaller than my normal bottles. The bottle was removed from my mouth and I wasn't as relaxed as before, just more at ease. "Don't worry Mikey, its just Grandma and Grandpa." Grandma said as she came over into view. "Mommy will be back don't worry." She cooed as she slipped a pacifier into my mouth. They both towered over me. Grandma reached her hand forwards and she poked me in the tummy. I let out a small giggle as my natural reflex tried to stop her. "Ohh. Someone is ticklish. Frank may I have him?" Grandma asked. 'This cant be good.' I thought. Grandpa handed me over, and I was now being held by Grandma, who went to sit in her own chair next to Grandpa's. "Is there anyone ticklish in here?" She asked, looking around the room. "I'm not." The man replied. "I'm not either." She replied to. I shook my head no, in hopes of this not happening, and not even realizing the game she was playing. "Are you ticklish?" She asked me. I was sitting upright on her lap, with my back supported by her forearm as she held me in place. I again shook my head no. "No? Are you sure?" Grandma asked, she started to poke and prod at my sides a couple of times. I giggled and tried to push her hands away. "Are you sure you are ticklish?" She asked. And then I fell for it. I hadn't realized at first that she had asked me if I was ticklish, and I thought she asked me if I wasn't. As soon as I nodded yes, she started her onslaught. "See. I knew someone was. And I found him!" She smiled. I was moving each and every which way to stop her from tickling me. The pacifier she had given me had dropped from my mouth now and I continued to squirm and laugh. A pressure built up in my bladder and my stomach started to hurt. And I didn't like it. I needed this to stop badly. The only thing I could think of, was to throw my arms up in the air and surrender. Sadly Grandma took the opportunity to get at my sides, and in my reflex, I brought my arms back down and made an awful face. My bladder couldn't take it any longer and I felt the warm wetness flow around my crotch and a mush filled the seat of my pants. Topping it off, I threw up from the revolting smell. I just cried. "Okay. Okay. Let's get you cleaned up." Grandma said, standing up with me. "I'll clean up down here. I think he just got too excited." Grandpa said. 'Yeah. Too excited.' I thought sarcastically.
  14. Ian's eyes became droopy but he wasn't done yet. "I don't want to get made fun of Daddy." He said, very worried about how his new uncle was going to act.
  15. Once Cheryl had snapped up the last button on my onesie, she reached under my head and upper back with her other hand, slid it under my back and down to my bottom. My dream was still having a heavy weight on my mind. I was lifted, and legs pushed up and her hand was supporting up my weight as a seat. As soon as I was in a sitting up position, I reached forward and threw my arms around her neck. Momm-I mean Cheryl, paused before she brought the hand she was going to use to support my head and put it back into it's previous position. I started to get worried. Cheryl began to rub the back of my neck up to the back of my head. I held on tightly. I didn't want to go back to sleep. I was too afraid to. "Promise me you won't ever let anyone take me away." I said breathing heavier almost panicking. "I promise." Cheryl said. I relaxed and she brought me over to the chair again and sat down. Momm-I mean Cheryl, pulled me off of around her neck to cradle me. "Now Mikey. It's sleepy time. And we need to get up early tomorrow okay sweetums?" I nodded, pouting in her lap. She exposed her breasts and I could smell the scent again. Along with baby powder, and some lavender lotion that she had on me, which effects were getting to me. "Its okay. It's okay." She cooed. I leaned forward and latched on, like before. I was straining my neck to hold me head up, and I felt mom's arms now holding my head up as I nursed. ***************** Mikey had let out a sigh of relief, just before he stopped nursing. Whatever milk that was in his mouth dribbled out and Cheryl had wiped his mouth. She positioned the little to burp him, and did just that, like she had every time before. Once satisfied, she nestled him back into the crib, tucking Mikey in. She gave him a gentle kiss on his temple. Mikey stirred enough to brush his hand over the door where he was kissed and let out a quiet whine as he turned onto his side asleep. "Still so fussy." Cheryl chuckled to herself, running her fingers gently through his short hair. The Amazonian mother locked up the crib and quietly left the room to retreat back to her own. Work was early at about eight AM. Cheryl needed to be up at five AM to get Mikey to her parents and then to work on the other end of town. With that in mind, went back to sleep. --- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP --- Cheryl woke up with a slightly tired moan. Rubbing her eyes after turning off her alarm clock, she rolled out of bed. She headed downstairs, like she did every morning, going into the kitchen and flicking on the lights. She made some breakfast for herself. After that, she packed up some things for Mikey for the day, bottles of milk, diapers, and a few pairs of clothes into a bag for Mikey for the day at her parent's house. Once she finished, the Amazonian mother, headed upstairs to wake up her little. "Well, its about time to get up the little stinker." She joked to herself before entering the nursery. "Hi buddy. It's time to wake up." I heard. I was still asleep until I felt myself moving. My eyes peaked open for a short moment before shutting again. I opened my eyes again to see I was being changed. "...day again. Mommy has..." I heard her say. I was too tired to care I guess but I think I fell asleep again. I woke back up again with the feeling of going down the stairs. "Stop." I mumbled slipping my thumb into my mouth and being in an almost asleep state as we entered the kitchen. Next thing I know, I'm touching something padded and it was cold. I woke up a bit quickly to that one enough to stay awake. I was sitting up and could feel Momm-I mean Cheryl pulling on something around my crotch, I swatted at her hands and could feel my face change colors and a hand rubbed my head. "Ohh. It's alright. Mommy is right here." She told me, and before I knew it, I had been trapped by a giant tray. Cheryl had placed a small bowl, in front of me. Oh it smelled delicious. I could smell cinnamon and oatmeal. I reached for the spoon, still only half awake. What stopped me dead in my tracks was the feeling of something being put around my neck. I went back to reaching for the spoon, and it was snatched just before I got to it. "Uh uh." I heard her say and I wanted to cry. "Come on buddy. We need to eat." Cheryl told me. Momm-I mean Cheryl held the spoon for me, full of the oatmeal. I could few the heat radiating off of it. I opened my mouth and slowly ate. Occasionally I'd miss the bite and it'd wind up on my bib. With a full belly of warm mush, I was happy. Cheryl had wiped my face off which I tried to push her hands away, with no success and my head was being pushed against the back of the chair so there was no escaping. "I know, I know." She tried to make it seem better by telling me she knew I didn't like it. But I was too tired to really protest. I closed my eyes again, still sleepy. Next I felt was more of her brushing against my body and such. My blankey was given to me and I happily accepted it. I opened my eyes to see us heading out the front door again and I fell fully back to sleep. **************** 'Alright. I have an hour and a half. Plenty of time.' Cheryl knew. The morning sunrise was shining, making it bright enough to see everything as she entered the car to drive to her parents house as agreed from yesterday. Once in the car. She opened her phone and called her parents. "Hey- We are on our way- Don't worry Dad. I haven't even put the car in gear.- I'll see you there- Bye." Cheryl drove over to her parents house with minimal amount of traffic. Her mother was standing at the door waiting for Cheryl to arrive and once outside, she came out. "Good morning Cheryl!" Marge said excitedly, hugging her daughter. "Hey Mom!" Cheryl said, hugging her mother back. Frank walked outside to greet Cheryl as well with a hug. "Morning." He said. "Thanks again for this Mom and Dad." Cheryl said opening the back of the car to get out the supplies she had packed for him. "No problems." Marge smiled. Frank went to go help to carry the stuff in. "Thanks Dad." Cheryl thanked and turned around to get Mikey out of the car. He was still sound asleep. In matching the carrier from the car seat, Cheryl lifted Mikey out of the car, handing him to her mother. "Now, I'm not forcing regression on him. Don't take him to the park, I'll have to explain later. And he may be afraid of you guys too. Just tell him I'm at work. He has bottles in his bag, diapers and-" Cheryl was interrupted by Marge. "Honey, don't worry. We raised you and your brother." She said. Cheryl sighed. "Sorry. I'm still not used to all of it I guess. Thanks guys." Cheryl felt a bit relieved. "No problem Cheryl. Now you should get to work before you are late." Frank said. Cheryl looked at her watch and her eyes widened. "Oh shoot! Thanks for reminding me. Bye honey. Mommy loves you." She said as she kissed Mikey and got in her car and left. Everyone waved except Mikey who was still asleep. "Still tuckered out." Marge cooed as her and Frank went inside and put everything away. Marge took Mikey out of the carrier once inside and took him up to the nursery that the two settled him into the crib and once everything was unpacked what they need to, they left. ************** I stirred slowly with a whine. Sitting up, I looked around the room rubbing my eyes. "What the?" I murmured. This was all weird. "Hello?" I called out. Hearing footsteps I thought that Cheryl was on her way. But when the door opened, I saw the lady from yesterday. "Hi Mikey." She smiled. 'But-but, she promised. Maybe she was here still.' I was trying to make sense of this as I backed up only to find crib bars surrounding me. The Amazonian drew closer and I started crying. "Mommy!" I called in tears as I was lifted up. "Oh honey. Mommy won't be back until later. Don't you remember Grandma?" She informed me. I was brought up to her chest, I was struggling to get away. I was instead pinned to her chest. I felt something soft being draped onto my back. Her arm let go for a brief moment and again I tried to get away. "Here we go. Here is your blankey." She cooed at me like an infant. Before I could get away, I felt my blankey go over my shoulders and around my arms and I again was pinned to her. I tried pushing one more time, and in my final push my hands slipped and I lost any hope of getting away. The side of my face was resting under the chin of my new captor. "Mommy!" I called again and no response. "Its okay buddy. Grandma has you." She tried to console me. I felt her hand rubbing up and down my back, every stroke through my blankey felt so soothing. I calmed down a bit from crying and almost fell back asleep. "Shhh. It's okay." I could hear. 'Where is Mommy? She promised me.' I thought.