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  1. Chapter 3 Paul sat there, noticing that the room had transformed to match his new perceived age group. Toys were sprawled around on the ground, kids were sitting at coloring stations, and cubbies with squiggly lines adorned them. However, one peculiar observation caught his eye—half of his classmates were no longer wearing pants; instead, they sported diapers and training pants. This prompted Paul to check the bulky undergarment he now felt upon himself. Pulling the front of his pants outward to inspect, he found himself in the midst of potty training, a new yet familiar experience he would now be forced to endure. Upon this realization, he made a face of disgust and frustration. A teacher turned caregiver noticed his reaction and asked, "What's wrong, little buddy? Did you have an accident?" Paul looked on in horror as the caregiver reached for his training pants, intending to perform a wetness check. In a rush to prevent this embarrassment, Paul hastily responded, "Nuh-uh, I'm a big boy. I don't need a change." Uncertain of what else to say, he gave it his best shot. The caregiver gave him a skeptical look but proceeded to check regardless, understanding how potty-training kids can sometimes be untruthful about accidents. Paul sat there with a red face as she examined his pants quickly. She determined that he was, in fact, dry and said, "Well, good job, buddy. But don't forget that if you feel the need to potty, let one of the grown-ups know so we can help you to a potty." Paul nodded and watched her walk away to assist other children. As he sat there, Paul wondered if these unusual shifts in his reality would continue or if they would eventually fade into the past. This thought lingered in his mind as he contemplated what it would be like if this transformation kept happening until he could no longer recognize it. However, just as he pondered this, the caregiver called out, "Okay, kids, all the potty training boys and girls, come and try your hand at potty time." Half of the class responded with an affirmative "okay," and many of them gathered at the front of the room, ready to be led two at a time into the bathroom where they would encounter potty stations. Paul observed the other children heading towards the potties but knew he didn't need to go at the moment. So, he decided to skip this round. After all, he had maintained his skills and seemed more advanced than the kids who had regressed. He could handle math and reading assignments, and this didn't appear any different to him. He intended to use the potty when necessary, but not a moment sooner. The same caregiver from earlier noticed Paul not joining the rest of the potty-training kids and approached him, asking, "Hey there, Paul, didn't you want to try using the potty?" Irritated by the question, Paul replied, "I don't have to go right now." However, she persisted, explaining, "Well, you might not feel the need right now, but that's not a guarantee that you won't soon. Going now can prevent accidents later." Paul remained steadfast in his decision not to go, so she allowed him to skip potty time. The rest of the training pants-clad children finished up, and Paul engaged in various activities. He colored for a while and even found himself enjoying playing with blocks. Eventually, the caregiver announced that it was story time, so all the kids gathered around her. Paul, not particularly interested in the story, went along with the group to blend in. He sat on the floor with the other kids as story time commenced. The story wasn't particularly lengthy, and Paul quickly began daydreaming. He wondered how his room would look when he got home and whether it would be filled with toddler items, even though he was still the size of a five-year-old. Thoughts of an oversized toddler bed or a big playpen crossed his mind. His daydreaming was interrupted by a peculiar sensation that came and went, leaving him puzzled but brushing it off to focus on the story. The story continued to bore him, leading him to ponder what it would be like if he did end up in diapers the next day. He was convinced he wouldn't actually need them, thinking it wasn't rocket science to use the potty. However, he halted his thoughts, realizing he wasn't entirely sure how the potty worked beyond the basic concept of sitting on it without pants. This uncertainty bothered him, but before he could dwell on it further, he heard the caretaker announce, "And the end." The children around him applauded the story, following the expected etiquette, while Paul rolled his eyes, feeling superior as he remained indifferent to the tale. Paul waited in anticipation for what would come next, sitting quietly as the other kids chatted amongst themselves about the story. He then noticed the caregiver putting the book back on the shelf and making her way around to each of the children to check their diapers and training pants. As she approached Paul, he felt a sense of smugness when she asked if he was all dry. With a hint of arrogance, he replied, "Yeah, I am. I'm a big boy, after all." She responded, "I'm sure you are," and bent down to check his pull-up, only to discover that it was soaked. She scolded him, saying, "You really shouldn't lie; you're soaked, mister." Paul tried to argue, insisting that he didn't even feel the need to go, but he pouted in frustration as the caregiver picked him up and brought him to one of the oversized changing tables. She removed his soiled pull-up and cleaned him up. Throughout the process, Paul crossed his arms and wore a pouty expression on his face. She then placed a diaper under him, and Paul protested, saying, "I don't need a diaper!" She responded by expressing doubt that Paul was ready for training pants, given his previous accident. This made Paul blush, and he ceased arguing. The caregiver mentioned that naptime was approaching and that it would be safer for him to wear the diaper. Paul remained silent, not wanting to further embarrass himself. She finished diapering him, and while it resembled a regular diaper, it was noticeably oversized to fit the class of five-year-olds in the midst of a reality warp that treated them like toddlers. Despite its size, it bore playful designs, and Paul even recognized a character on it. After the change, Paul expected to have his pants returned to him but was informed that it would be easier for them to check his diaper if he didn't put his pants back on. He was left with just a diaper and a solid blue shirt, which frustrated and embarrassed him even more. The caregiver noticed his growing annoyance and remarked that naptime had come just in time, suggesting that someone seemed a bit cranky. Paul couldn't contain himself and exclaimed, "I'm not cranky! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!" She comfortingly patted his back and said, "Of course, you're not, sweetheart. It's okay. Let's get you down for a nap, and you'll feel a lot better afterward, okay?" She took him by the hand and led him to a row of mats where some of his classmates were already lying down. He was given a blanket and a pillow, and Paul laid down, falling asleep almost instantly. Remember if your enjoying the stories my patreon is still as of now up and running so please consider supporting me there it really helps me write more stories and I'm starting a new story next week called "Jenny's Little Brothers" and chapter 1 of that is already live on my patreon. https://www.patreon.com/LittleWritersRetreat And my deviantart has a sneak peak of said story and it's attached to this story post. https://www.deviantart.com/coolpbj212/art/Classroom-Retrograde-Ch-3-999768643
  2. Hey everyone chapter 2 is here for you I hope you enjoy it and chapter 3 is currently available on my patreon so please consider supporting me there if you enjoy my stories also please consider following me on deviantart were almost at 100 watchers so I'd love it if we could hit that soon!!! https://www.patreon.com/LittleWritersRetreat https://www.deviantart.com/coolpbj212 Paul sat in his second-grade classroom and sensed something was off. He noticed that the walls and other decorations in the room had changed. Gone were the familiar equations like 1+1=2 and words associated with animals scattered around the room. Instead, the numbers ranged from 1 to 10, and he spotted an alphabet chart displaying lowercase and uppercase letters bordering the front of the room. It struck him as odd, but as he observed these changes, the teacher emerged and announced it was time to work on today's letter. She pointed to the chalkboard, where the letter 'e' appeared in both lowercase and uppercase forms, instructing the students to find this letter in their alphabet books. Paul looked around and noticed kids retrieving their books from inside their desk cubbies. To his surprise, he found a book in his cubby as well. He turned to the page and followed the teacher's instructions. She tasked them with writing the letter repeatedly until the page was filled. It took Paul only a few minutes to complete this simple task, and once he was finished, he started doodling in the book for fun, sketching whatever came to mind to pass the time. Soon enough, the teacher went around to check on everyone's progress, and when she reached Paul, she commended him, saying, "Wow, Paul, good job on your letters! But you know better than to doodle in your alphabet book. Next time, remember to let me know when you're finished, okay?" Paul nodded and replied, "Sorry, I will next time." The teacher asked him to wait a moment and returned with two sheets of paper, allowing him to color them now that he had completed his writing task. Paul examined the sheets, one featuring an eagle and the other an elephant, with a prominent 'E' next to each picture. He checked his cubby for crayons and enthusiastically began coloring the sheets. Paul did a decent job coloring the pictures but was daydreaming as he did, causing much of the drawing to go outside the lines. Despite this, he still did a better job than most in the class, making it look somewhat neat. After he finished, he spent the rest of the day learning how to count, which wasn't an issue for him. He could tell that his other classmates seemed mentally reduced, as none appeared advanced for these lessons. In fact, most of the class seemed to struggle not only with counting but also with paying attention in general. Paul sat there, waiting for the ending bell to ring, eager to leave this place, somewhat freaked out by the current predicament. The bell eventually rang, allowing the students to leave, but they couldn't just walk out. Instead, the teacher gave them graded sheets, supposedly from yesterday when they had colored sheets of dogs and dinosaurs. When Paul received his sheet, it looked sloppier than the one he had done today. Then the teacher led all the students to the buses and the parent pick-up areas, depending on where they were meant to be. Paul was left with the parent pick-up group and met up with his mother, who patiently waited for him. Paul was happy to see her and began telling her about the strange occurrences, but he wondered if it would even matter, as she hadn't noticed anything wrong yesterday or this morning with the changes. More than likely, it would be the same now. Once she led him back to the car, she ushered him into the back to be buckled into his car booster seat. She secured him in, got in the driver's seat, and asked him if he had fun at school once they got on the road. Paul wasn't sure what he should say but decided to tell her what happened. So Paul said, "So when I got to school, I went to second grade, but sometime after lunch, it turned into a kindergarten class," desperation in his eyes. His mother, thinking that her son was having an overactive imagination, said, "Oh, that's strange. How did that happen?" Paul, thinking that his mother actually believed him, continued, "I have no clue. One minute, I'm being taught addition and subtraction, and the next, I'm learning the alphabet and how to count to 10." Paul then realized that his mother didn't believe him when she asked, "So did you learn how to today?" So Paul asked, "Learn how to what?" His mother then said, "Your alphabet and how to count to ten?" Paul, feeling dejected, simply said, "Yeah, I did," giving up on convincing her of his story. They made their way home, continuing to talk about each other's day, with Paul playing along, having no real way of convincing her of his claims. Once home, his mom asked him if he needed to use the potty before she began working on dinner. Paul, embarrassed by the question, realized he indeed needed to go to the bathroom, so he nodded, somewhat red. She unexpectedly took his hand and led him to the bathroom. Unlike this morning when he had some privacy, this time she came in with him. He assumed it was another effect of this shift in reality he seemed to be dealing with all by himself. She stood in there and waited, at least giving him the courtesy of turning around while he went. After he finished up, she praised him for doing such a good job and then helped him wash his hands. Once potty time was finished, she told him he could watch some cartoons while she got dinner ready. So he did as he was told, but she followed and put on the Nick Jr. channel, leaving him there to watch baby shows while she cooked. Paul began to enjoy the cartoons. He wasn't sure if it was his body taking dominance or just his immature taste, but he ended up enjoying himself nonetheless. Soon enough, his mom came into the kitchen and declared dinner was ready. Paul got up and headed to the kitchen, where again his mom helped him wash his hands. He was then led over to the table, where he was placed in a booster seat to reach the table with ease, even if he felt he didn't really need it. Dinner was finished relatively quickly, and Paul was allowed to leave the table. His mother permitted him to continue watching TV while she cleaned up the table. Once the table was cleared, she informed Paul that it was time for his bath. When he heard that, he wasn't particularly pleased with where this was going. She led him to his room, where his mom picked out a set of pajamas and a pair of underwear for him to wear afterward. Paul, while upset, seemed unsure of what he should or should not do in this situation, so he ended up just going along with her demands. Before he knew it, he found himself naked and being bathed by his mother as if he were five years old. The bath itself, he actually found fun, as he was allowed to play with bath toys while his mother did all the work to ensure he was cleaned up properly. Before long, his mother declared that bath time was over, picked him out of the tub, and unplugged the drain. Paul watched as the water spiraled down, and his mom asked if he needed to go potty before bed. Paul thought about it and said, "No, I'm good." His mother asked if he was sure, but again, Paul claimed not to need to go. His mother didn't push the issue any further and began to get Paul dressed in his nighttime clothes. She then got Paul into bed and offered to read him a story. Paul got hung up on the fact that it was only 7 pm, but he figured that this was his new bedtime to which he was forced to resign. Since he liked the cartoons, he thought a story might also be pretty entertaining, and at least it meant he could stay up a bit later. So, he asked for the story. His mother nodded and went to a little bookshelf in his newly designed room, clearly meant for a 5-year-old. She came back and started reading it to him, and before Paul even realized he was tired, he was already asleep. His mother gave him a kiss on the head and left his room, making sure his nightlight was on before she left. Morning came, and Paul woke up to his mom waking him up. The first thing he noticed, though, was an odd feeling of being cold and damp. It wasn't until he sat up that he realized he'd wet the bed. His mom felt bad since she shouldn't have let him go to bed without making him at least try to go potty the night before. He also noticed that he'd shrunk even more, now the size of a five-year-old, the way people around him had been treating him. His mother, seeing the wet sheets, began to help him out of bed and got him undressed while stripping the bed of the sheets. She then had him wait in the bathroom in just his birthday suit, meeting him there a bit later after discarding the sheets into the laundry room. She then told Paul to sit on the potty, no longer asking since it seemed more like an order this time. Paul just followed it. He sat there on it as he went, and his mother watched to make sure he went. Once that was finished, she gave him a quick cleanup in the shower and got him dressed in his school clothes. She then led him back downstairs and into the kitchen, where she made him a bowl of cereal. Breakfast ended up being a bit awkward for him after such an embarrassing situation, so he ate in silence. Once the food was finished, she got herself ready, and they made their way to the car. Again, Paul was hoisted into his booster seat and secured in. The ride began, and his mom put on some little kid songs like "Wheels on the Bus" and the like. Paul wasn't much of a fan of these but didn't want to talk, so he figured it would be better than that, so he didn't say anything about it. Once at school, he was brought by his mother into an actual kindergarten class where his newfound peers all looked fresh out of diapers from his perspective. Again, his day went much like the afternoon the day before, up until around midday when he felt another shift occur. This one was much more distressing as the room transformed from a class of desks and learning into a room of little tables, toys strewn about, and kids coloring. It resembled what you'd find in any daycare or nursery school. Paul could feel that his clothes had changed, but the oddest feeling he got was that his underwear had become puffy. He didn't quite register what had happened until he looked down and checked to see if his suspicion was true. As Paul gave his new underwear a peek, he realized he was half right. He was not quite in diapers as he assumed, but he found that he was now back at the transition known as potty training. He gave his pull-up a poke, but as he did, the teacher, now turned daycare worker, asked if he needed a change. Paul looked on in horror as she reached for his pull-up. Sorry for the late post it is weekly uploads but I ended up getting sick last week causing me not be able to upload it didn't help I worked a ton as well so I apologize for that.
  3. Hey if you like this story I'd really appreciate if you consider supporting me via my patreon you get access to my stories a week early and have access to my back catalog of stories which include pdfs for download able easy access. You may also follow me on my deviantart which also has all of my previously written stories aside from a couple commissions I've done in the past https://www.patreon.com/LittleWritersRetreat https://www.deviantart.com/coolpbj212 Classroom Retrograde Ch.1 Paul arrives home from school, greeting his mother as he enters the house. "Hey, Mom, I'm home," he says. His mother, with a kind smile, greets him back and asks if he wants anything to snack on, offering up some crackers and cheese. Paul seems rather enthused and happily agrees to partake in the snack. He asks if he can get some chocolate milk with it, and his mother is more than willing to oblige. His mother finishes making the snack and pours the chocolate milk. As they sit down to talk, she asks Paul how his day at school went, and Paul recounts a confounding tale. "So, there I was, halfway through my day of school, when all of a sudden, the lessons shifted from the usual stuff I learn to being some serious elementary-level stuff. I'm talking simple addition and subtraction. But the most unusual part was I seemed to be the only one to find it out of place," Paul says. His mother, unsure how to react at first, ponders on it for a minute and then says, "Maybe if I see what you're talking about, then I'll get a better idea of what's going on." Paul agrees to show her the classwork he did today, so he pulls it out and hands it to her. She glances over it and says, "Wow." Paul then says, see this isn't the schoolwork of a high schooler. It looks like something a first-grader would have." His mother then cuts him off and says, "And you have no trouble understanding and solving these?" "Well, obviously," says Paul, confused by his mother's statement. "It looks like you might need to be moved up a grade or something then if it's too easy for you." Paul seemed completely frustrated at her comments. This is the same way the kids and the teachers at school were acting too. Paul decided to just drop the whole thing, opting instead to go with the flow. After all, anything he says just gets diverted to a nonsensical conversation about how smart he must be, instead of addressing the clear and glaring problem that the questions are made for literal babies. "I think I'm just going to go to bed for the night," says Paul when his mother asks him, "Do you need any help getting dressed or brushing your teeth before bed?" Paul just looks at her like she's crazy, an absolute loon. He shakes it off and says, "Uhhh, no, I'm good. I can handle it myself." His mother then says, "I'm so proud of you getting dressed for bedtime all by yourself. You're such a smarty-pants, my little genius." Paul again decided to shrug it off and hoped things became more sane after a good night's rest. So he did his nightly routine, but when he went to change into his PJs, he found his clothes had been replaced with what appeared to be clothes meant for a first-grader. He just grabbed the first pajama set that matched, put it on, and went to bed. Knock, knock, knock could be heard on Paul's bedroom door, waking him up as his mother entered the room without permission. She went over to the bed and said, "Honey, it's time to get up for school. You've got a big day ahead of you. I believe you have your field trip to the aquarium today." Paul just got even more confused than he had been the night prior as he asked, "What field trip?" But his mother decided that it wasn't really conversation time. Instead, she came over to Paul, sat him up, and said, "If we don't hurry, you're going to be late for class, sweetie." Paul just shrugged it off and started to get out of bed. However, he noticed that his hands appeared smaller, in fact, his whole frame seemed to have diminished overnight, causing him to panic for a minute. So, he made his way to the bathroom to get a look in the mirror. As he made his way out of his room, though, he couldn't help but notice that his room had been changed. His normal posters and video games seemed to be missing, replaced with what looked like toys and posters meant for a 1st grader. But he couldn't dwell on it, feeling a need to see his reflection. As he made it to the mirror, he saw himself, but not as he had been the night before. Instead, he matched his room, as a small child stared back, looking no older than a boy attending his second or third year of primary school. He stared dumbfounded as he heard a knock at the door. He asked, "What is it?" and his mom responded, "I'm just checking to see if you're OK. You seemed to be in a rush. You made it to the potty in time, I hope?" Paul was disgusted by the question and said, somewhat snippily, "I didn't wet myself, if that's what you're asking." His mom said in response, "Well, good, Mr. Grumpy," and she went downstairs to set up breakfast. Paul, somewhat still freaking out at the prospect of being hurled back to elementary school, took a breath and decided to take it in stride. Since it seemed like people didn't want to listen or at least believe his claims of getting younger, he felt it might just be best to go along with it. He made his way downstairs after a quick splash of water to the face and sat down at the table as his mother served up some cereal. Paul began to eat when he decided to try and get some answers, so he asked, "Hey, Mom, I know this is a dumb question, but how old am I?" His mother looked at him with a grin that said, "Isn't that adorable?" and said, "Sweetie, you're seven, remember?" He then asked, "So I'm not a first-grader then?" "No, honey, you go to second grade, remember?" she replied. Paul went back to eating awkwardly after asking such embarrassing questions. Then he realized he had no idea what school or class he was going to, so he brought that up and said, "Uh, I don't know where I'm going for my classes, Mom." She just chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'm gonna drop you off at the classroom like I do every morning, hun. You're sure acting silly today. You didn't hit your head, did you?" Paul shook his head no. Not happy with the situation, but at the very least grateful he wouldn't be forced to figure out his classes himself, he felt a bit of relief. After breakfast, his mother led him back to his room and said, "Time to get dressed for school, honey. Do you wanna pick out your outfit, or should I just do it?" Paul didn't even care at this point and said, "You can choose." Soon enough, Paul was dressed up in a blue shirt covered in Power Rangers and a pair of jeans. Then they made their way to the car. At the door, Paul was stopped as his mother grabbed his shoes and helped him put them on. She then tied the laces for him, and Paul made an offhanded comment, saying, "At least they're not Velcro." But his mom only heard something about Velcro and asked him if he'd rather wear the Velcro ones instead. He blushed and said, "No, these ones are fine." They made their way out to the car, and Paul headed to the passenger seat as his mother placed his school bag in the back seat. She asked him what he was doing. "I'm getting in the car," he said, confused. "Honey, you know you're too little to sit in the front seat. Come here," she replied. She then ushered him from the seat and led him to the back, where he spotted a car seat for older kids, which she expected him to sit in. So he got in the car and reluctantly sat in the booster seat as she buckled him in. They then had a fairly uneventful drive to school. They pulled into the parking lot, and Paul felt trapped in the booster seat as it seemed to be child-locked, and he couldn't seem to unlatch it. So he was forced to wait to be released by his mother. She undid the strap and led him by the hand through the school until they reached Mrs. Jensen's 2nd-grade class. His mother went to Mrs. Jensen and asked about the supposed field trip, but she clarified that the trip was next Tuesday, not today. Paul seemed kind of relieved; he really didn't want to go to an aquarium looking like this anyway. Instead, Paul got to spend the day working on similar things he had been working on yesterday. That is until around the halfway point of the day when it felt like another kind of shift occurred. Suddenly, they had gone from learning addition and subtraction and were now learning ABCs and 123s, making Paul realize that this wasn't over yet. Chapter 2 of this is currently out on patreon BTW 😉
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  5. Ch.7 Crayons Aquired! Tim was brimming with excitement to finally get the crayons he had been yearning for since he'd made his third wish. It appeared that he would soon obtain them. He and Dino D sat on the floor, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Tim's mommy with the coveted crayons. As they waited, Dino D inquired about Tim's plan for his first drawing. Tim hadn't thought that far ahead, as he wasn't sure he'd get this far so quickly. He didn't know at what age children were typically given their first crayon, but it seemed like he was about to get lucky. Tim had initially thought it more likely that he'd have to secretly obtain something to write with, but now he was just being handed one. Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by Tim's mom entering the room, carrying a box of crayons and some paper. She placed the paper in front of Tim and handed him a very chunky crayon, which fit perfectly in his hand. He examined the crayon and declared, "This one's my favorite." He tried to recall its name but could only remember that it produced a 'bah' sound when spoken. Tim remembered that crayon names should be labeled, but when he looked, all he saw were squiggles he couldn't recognize. He shrugged it off and began to draw on the paper, pondering what he should bring to life with his artwork. After a moment's thought, Tim decided on something simple: he wanted his binky back in his mouth, as it had been lost amid the excitement of obtaining the crayons. He started writing, only to realize he didn't know how to form words on paper. He thought hard, but nothing came to mind; all he could envision were images of his binky. The more he thought about it, the more he yearned for the pacifier in his mouth. So, he decided to draw a crude stick figure of himself with a pacifier in his mouth, and sure enough, it appeared in his mouth, already slick with his own drool, as if it had never left Tim was brimming with excitement to finally get the crayons he had been yearning for since he'd made his third wish. It appeared that he would soon obtain them. He and Dino D sat on the floor, eagerly awaiting the arrival of Tim's mommy with the coveted crayons. As they waited, Dino D inquired about Tim's plan for his first drawing. Tim hadn't thought that far ahead, as he wasn't sure he'd get this far so quickly. He didn't know at what age children were typically given their first crayon, but it seemed like he was about to get lucky. Tim had initially thought it more likely that he'd have to secretly obtain something to write with, but now he was just being handed one. Their conversation was abruptly interrupted by Tim's mom entering the room, carrying a box of crayons and some paper. She placed the paper in front of Tim and handed him a very chunky crayon, which fit perfectly in his hand. He examined the crayon and declared, "This one's my favorite." He tried to recall its name but could only remember that it produced a 'bah' sound when spoken. Tim remembered that crayon names should be labeled, but when he looked, all he saw were squiggles he couldn't recognize. He shrugged it off and began to draw on the paper, pondering what he should bring to life with his artwork. After a moment's thought, Tim decided on something simple: he wanted his binky back in his mouth, as it had been lost amid the excitement of obtaining the crayons. He started writing, only to realize he didn't know how to form words on paper. He thought hard, but nothing came to mind; all he could envision were images of his binky. The more he thought about it, the more he yearned for the pacifier in his mouth. So, he decided to draw a crude stick figure of himself with a pacifier in his mouth, and sure enough, it appeared in his mouth, already slick with his own drool, as if it had never left Tim set to work on another crude drawing, this time of himself reading a book. To emphasize his newfound ability to read, he added a thought bubble above the drawing's head, containing an even more simplistic sketch of a brain surrounded by lightning bolts. However, once the drawing was complete, the crayons vanished, along with the drawings, leaving Tim with only a book. The book was a children's book for those just learning to read, featuring illustrations of the alphabet. To Tim's surprise, he could actually recognize the letters. The issue was that he couldn't remember how they fit together to form words or sentences. He knew that one was the letter A, and another was D, but lacked the knowledge to string them together. This revelation upset Tim, as without the crayons, he was stuck at this rudimentary level of knowledge. Dino D asked him if the drawing had worked, and Tim, tears forming in his eyes, explained the situation. Dino D reassured him, saying that at least they had made some progress and that Tim now recognized the letters to some degree. Tim snapped back, asking what good that was if he couldn't make words with them. Dino D, usually being goofy, was taken aback by Tim's outburst and unsure how to respond. However, he suggested trying to get more crayons and giving it another shot. Dino then noticed a lone crayon sitting on the coffee table near where Tim had been reading his book. He pointed it out and said, "Hold up on the waterworks there, Timmy. It looks like it's not quite over just yet!" Tim spotted what Dino D was pointing to with his snout and bounced up to grab the crayon. His sudden movement caught the attention of his mommy, who had been doing some reading of her own. She watched curiously as Tim approached the crayon on the table, not thinking he was up to anything too bad. However, when Tim grabbed the crayon and returned to the book to correct his mistake, she intervened. She picked Tim up and said, "No, no, sweetie, that book isn't for coloring in." She also noticed that Tim's diaper was emitting an unpleasant odor, so she added, "Now, I'll get you some paper to color if that's what you want, but first things first – this little guy needs his diaper changed ASAP." Tim figured that if all it took to get his crayons and paper back was a quick diaper change, he could handle it. What bothered him, though, was that he hadn't even noticed he'd used his diaper. He usually felt a difference in the weight of his diaper, but he began to worry that he was getting too accustomed to it. He didn't mind wearing diapers anymore, not like at first, but not even realizing his diaper was heavier put him on edge. Tim's mom strapped him onto the changing table and began the process, pointing out how full his diaper was – which only reinforced Tim's belief that he should have noticed the state of his diaper before she did. While she made relatively quick work of cleaning him up, the process still took longer than most of his previous changes because his diaper was not just wet but messy as well She finished up by applying powder and securing a brand new diaper on Tim, leaving him mostly nude. With just the diaper on, Tim couldn't help but feel far too babyish for his own good. He felt torn between yearning for his adult independence and surrendering to his new baby lifestyle. The split was nearly 50/50, with neither side having a strong hold on his thoughts. His mother then brought him back to the living room, placing him in a playpen. Tim worried she wouldn't let him draw, but to his surprise, she handed him the crayon and made an offhand remark about her "smarty pants" wanting to color like a big boy. Tim could see why she said this since he had practically no ability to talk, yet he was reading alphabet books by himself. Then again, he doubted she knew that he could recognize letters, but he supposed it was still pretty impressive. Now that he had regained the crayons, Tim felt determined not to waste this second chance. He considered making himself older and was surprised to discover that he knew the numbers 1-10. Although he didn't know their order or significance, he remembered that numbers were related to age. So, he drew a picture of himself with a number next to it. However, without thinking, he chose the easiest number to draw: 1. Since he was so young, he figured there was no way he could make things worse. But the result was him becoming a little bit younger, undoing the small amount of progress he had made and causing him to forget the numbers and letters again. Fortunately, Tim still had the crayon and paper, so he could attempt to fix the situation. Frustrated, he acknowledged that he was going in circles and that if he had more knowledge, he could have resolved this already. So, he sat down and thought hard, only to realize that he was having even more trouble than before. "Oh great," he thought, "I can't come up with anything now." Tim knew he probably didn't have much time left with the crayons, so he had to think quickly Suddenly, Tim had an idea: why not just draw himself older? So, he drew himself as a baby and then slightly bigger. The size difference between the two drawings was fairly insignificant, perhaps due to Tim's lack of knowledge about the size he wanted to be. He finished the drawing, but nothing happened. Tim inspected himself to see if it had worked, but the picture hadn't achieved the desired effect. Tim wondered if he hadn't drawn himself big enough or if the last drawing had taken not only his knowledge of letters and numbers but also his power to draw things into reality. This frightened him, as he didn't know if the power would be gone forever or if he just needed to return to his previous age for it to come back. He decided to test it out by drawing something simple and easily noticeable—a rattle. Sure enough, it appeared in his hand without any issue. Puzzled, Tim wondered why the previous drawing hadn't worked. He stood up to look around the room, hoping for some clue. As he scanned the area, he noticed that all his toys were still there, but it appeared as though there were new ones as well. Before he could figure out what was happening, his mother walked into the room, carrying another baby in her arms. Tim hadn't even realized she had left, but the most pressing issue was the identity of this new baby. The baby looked older than Tim and wore only a diaper, just like him. As Tim wondered who this child could be, he realized the picture he had drawn had manifested the new baby. He was shocked by this turn of events, as he hadn't even known that was possible. Tim didn't have to think too long about who this child was, as his mother placed the baby in the playpen with him and said, "Now that you're all clean, be nice to your baby brother, okay Marky?" The baby, Mark, responded with, "Otay, Momma." Tim was at a loss for words. He had accidentally manifested a big brother who, ironically, was just as diaper-dependent as himself. The only difference was that Mark could talk. If you like my content maybe consider supporting me via patreon! patreon.com/LittleWritersRetreat
  6. Title: The Worldwide Rewind Chapter 1: When In The World It was just an average day when a very strange event occurred. In this tale, we'll be following the journey of a guy named Terry. Terry had just turned 17 and was ready to start his senior year of high school. It was about a week away from his first day of school when a very strange event happened. This is his story of what transpired. "Hey mom, did you get all of the things off the list that I'll need for school?" Terry shouted from the top of the staircase in his house. His mom called back, saying, "Yup, I got them all right here," and proceeded to flash a bag of supplies from the bottom of the stairs. Terry ran downstairs and grabbed the bag, excited to get his supplies ready for school next week. "Thanks, mom," he said very enthusiastically. "No problem, sweetheart," she replied. He quickly ran back up the stairs and reached into the bag. As he did, things began to feel weird, and the world felt like it was melting before his eyes. He looked down and his bag of supplies was gone, replaced with a cookie jar, and he found himself no longer in his bedroom but instead sitting on the floor of the kitchen. He blinked, confused on what just happened. He then heard a crash come from outside the house, which startled him out of his confusion. He stood up only to notice that everything had gotten huge, so he shouted out for his mom. It also didn't seem right – he sounded weird. His voice was high-pitched and unrefined, was the best way to describe it. It wasn't quite a lisp, but it was definitely not normal. His mom rushed into the kitchen, seemingly just as confused as he was, maybe a little less so. She entered the room, and he immediately noticed that she was also huge, almost like he had been shrunken. Her first reaction was to gasp and cover her mouth. Then she spoke, asking Terry, "Is that you?" "Huh? Of course, it is. Why can't you recognize me? What do I look like?" Terry asked, now getting scared, thinking he'd become deformed or something. "Terry, hon, I don't know how to tell you this, but you're a toddler," his mom said. "I'm a what?!" shouted Terry. He immediately looked down at his clothes and realized he was now wearing a Barney shirt and cargo shorts. He looked back up at his mom, asking, "What happened?" "I don't know, but the house isn't the same as before. Look around, everything's different," said his mom. Terry then looked around more carefully. While it was the same kitchen, the walls were a different color, and the fridge wasn't the new one they had been using for the last 5 years. It was all old stuff, some of which Terry had never seen in the kitchen before or at least remembered seeing. Terry then remembered the crashing noise he had heard and asked his mom if she had heard that noise, to which she said, "Yes, I was gonna see what it was until I heard you calling for me. It sounded like it came from outside." So his mom ran to the nearest window and saw a car crashed into a tree in front of their house. Still not sure what was happening, she tried to call an ambulance, but it was busy. So she decided to head outside to see if she could help, so she picked Terry up, to his dismay. But she said that she can't just leave him here, so they went outside to find a few people outside, gathering, some of which were helping the man in the car. That's when she went to her neighbor, who was also watching, and asked her what's going on. And that's when they noticed that the other looked 15 years younger. Their neighbor Kelly seemed a lot more surprised than Terry's mom, on account her 17-year-old son is now a 2-year-old toddler. After the initial shock, Kelly then noticed the small child in her arms and asked, "Who's the baby?" "This is Terry," said Terry's mom. Kelly got an even bigger look of shock on her face when she realized that her son wasn't home, who was also around Terry's age. She then exclaimed, "Wait, where is Kenny? Then did this happen to everyone? Was it just our neighborhood? What's happening?" Kelly was saying hysterically. Terry's mom used her free arm to shake Kelly a bit while saying, "Calm down." "I'm sure Ken is fine, maybe he wasn't affected," she said, as her thought trailed off. As she thought for a second, she said, "Could he be at daycare?" "Daycare?" Kelly asked. "Yeah, daycare. Didn't you usually drop him off at daycare during the day?" asked Terry's mom. "Well, yeah, but only on days I worked. So why would I be home...unless I'm on a lunch break. Oh no, I gotta go," said Kelly as she made her way back into her house. Terry, meanwhile, was starting to grow antsy being held by his mom but not wanting to interrupt the conversation as he, too, was worried about Kenny, as they were childhood friends. But now that they had finished up their conversation, he asked if they could go back inside now. She looked down at him, having completely forgotten their own predicament. "Yeah, they seem to have gotten the accident under control. Let's go check the news." They made it inside and made their way over to the living room to watch the news. She then noticed a playpen on the floor and thought about putting Terry in there, but shook off that thought and sat him on the couch next to her and flipped the TV over to the news. But as she flicked more and more channels, they were static until she found one channel where they were telling people not to panic. Maybe it was because the caster was someone who was still on the air now, as well as when he was 15 years older, but he was willing to stay and report the strange occurrence or at least what they knew about it. So, from what they had gathered, the entire United States had been sent back 15 years. Everyone had even been in the position they had been 15 years prior. Almost time had been rewound by 15 years, and the most insane part was everyone remembered everything they had known before what would eventually refer to as the rewind. So many people had regained their youth, some for the better and some for the worse. Terry seemed to be a part of the latter, having transformed into a toddler. They continued to watch the news when Terry's mom noticed a smell and was looking around, wondering if the garbage needed to be taken out. Terry just continued to watch TV. She eventually made her way back into the living room and realized the smell was definitely coming from in there. She walked towards the couch when she noticed something peeking out of Terry's pants and said, "Diaper!" while smacking her fist into her hand like a gavel. Terry looked over, confused, and said, "Diaper?" His mom simply said, "Ahhh, nothing. I was just thinking." She waited for Terry to turn back around and took the opportunity to pull the back of his pants and diaper to find that her newly toddlered son had a poopy diaper that was in desperate need of being changed. This made Terry jump, asking what she was doing, and she said, "Sweety, you need a diaper change." "What? No, I might look like this, but I don't need diapers. I didn't even know I was wearing one," protested Terry. Almost on cue, he started to feel the front of his crotch grow warm, and so did his face. His mom took this opportunity to grab him. She carried him with one hand under his butt and the other on his back, and she could feel how squishy his diaper was and was more than willing to point it out. "Wow, hun, you really soaked this thing. Guess you're gonna have to go through potty training all over again, huh?" He stayed quiet though, merely changing into a pinkish color. She made it to their destination, a changing table in what looked like a nursery. The only problem was this used to be where all of Terry's video games and other cool stuff was. Now, it's all been replaced with diapers and stuffed animals, not to mention baby toys like alphabet blocks. Terry cringed at the idea of being forced to play with such things but felt pretty confident that things wouldn't go that way, on account he wasn't really a baby and didn't need to use such things. But that thought was quickly cut off by the removal of his pants, which made his brain kick back and remind him that his mom was about to wipe his butt. "Uhh, mom, do you think I could change myself? You cleaning my uhhh area is pretty embarrassing," said Terry. "Sorry, hun, but I think changing your own diaper is a bit out of your current skill set," said his mom. "But I, I, I...ugh, fine. But make it quick, please," said Terry. "Of course, sweetie," his mom stated. "And could you quit baby talking me?" Terry said, feeling frustrated. "I don't know what you're talking about, baby," his mom replied. Terry decided to just take the loss on that one and let her just do what she had to. While cleaning him, she said, "Oh boy, I forgot what big poopies you used to make in your diaper," to which Terry just cringed and said, "Could you please not, mom?" "Ok, ok. But you really did do a number on this diaper, sweetheart," she said. He just looked away, annoyed at the situation. He then asked what the plan was, to which she said, "I don't know, hun. This is very weird. I don't even know if I still have a job. Do I go to the one I had 15 years ago, or do I go to the one I went to yesterday? Things are so confusing. Honestly, I think you're lucky you don't have anything like that to worry about. You get to stay out of kindergarten for at least three years," she said. Terry got a look of fear and said, "Kindergarten? I am supposed to be a senior in high school." "Yes, you were. But look at you. You're not even potty trained anymore. I can't really picture you being able to go to elementary school yet, let alone high school. And I don't think that's gonna change much when you turn 5 again," said his mom. This hit Terry pretty hard, and it brought his attention back to the baby toy and how he may have been wrong and might have that as his only entertainment for a while. His mom finished up the change and said, "All done," while tossing the pants he'd been wearing into the laundry bin and the dirty diaper in the pail. She picked him up from the changing table and brought him back into the living room. She eyed the playpen again but this time decided to put him there. So she deposited him into it, and he blinked, stupefied that it just happened. He stood up and asked her why he was being placed in there. She said, "I need to make some calls in the kitchen since we don't have a wireless phone to use, and I can't just let you have free roam. You're way too little for that now." "But I'm not a baby, I don't need to be in here, and can I get some pants please? I don't want to be in just a diaper," said Terry. But his mom just gave him a look and said, "Honey, it's just easier than having to take pants off you every time I need to check your diaper and change it. Besides, I'm pretty sure the only reason you were dressed was because we had just gotten home. And don't think I forgot you snuck cookies from the cookie jar, mister." He was dumbfounded and said, "You know I just appeared in front of that cookie jar, right? I didn't even get to have one, and I most certainly am not gonna need a diapie change, mommy... I mean mom. I'm not gonna need a...diaper change...uhhh, mom." His thoughts trailed off, and his mom's heart melted a bit at his cuteness. "Don't worry, sweetie. I'm not gonna punish you for being naughty and sneaking cookies. And all those crumbs on you told me otherwise. Now be a good boy and play while I try to handle the situation, okay?" Before he could protest some more, she was already out of sight. Terry sat there, contemplating what had happened. He looked around and noticed that the playpen had some toys in it, but nothing he really wanted to play with. So he just sat there and watched the news through the bars of the playpen. It was mostly more of the same, and he wasn't getting any new information from it, until his mother came back into the room holding something. She made her way to the TV and switched the channel to some kind of baby show that seemed eerily familiar but he didn't recognize it in any great degree. She then walked over to Terry and told him to say "ahhhh." He thought maybe she brought him something to eat and he was kinda hungry, so he did as she said, only to get some rubber thing stuffed into his mouth. He subconsciously started suckling on it. He thought it was weird but quickly forgot about it, and she was gone again before he could ask, so he just shrugged it off. Little did he know what he was just given was a pacifier, which he apparently didn't seem that upset with. He was pretty content all of a sudden. He'd been pretty cranky since this happened, most likely on account of his little body being tired from whatever event they had before the rewind happened. He sat there, sucking the pacifier, looking around for something to do until the TV captured his attention, and all the bright colors had him hooked on it. His mother watched from the kitchen as she spoke on the landline and couldn't help but smile at her toddlerified son. After what felt like seconds to Terry, he had already finished three episodes of this show he'd been watching. His mother came back in and noticed that the front of Terry's diaper was faded a bit, so she picked him up and said, "Hey, good news sweetie! Turns out I do have a job, and I can start tomorrow. The bad news is that means you're going to daycare, but that also means you and Kenny get to go together. Isn't that exciting?" No, that's not exciting. I don't wanna go to daycare with a bunch of babies, mommy, said Terry. Honey, any babies there are people who were your age yesterday or older, said his mom. Oh yeah, but still, I don't want some person treating me like a baby. I'm a big boy danggit, said Terry. Terry's mom noticed that he seemed to be talking more babyish, but she didn't want to upset him, so she didn't bring it up. Instead, she told him that it's gonna be fine, you're just worrying too much. I bet you'll have fun, so just drop it cause I need to work and you're gonna have to adjust. After all, the world must keep going. He let it drop and then asked why she was carrying him. She responded by letting him know about the status of his diaper, to which he looked down to see a very faded Winnie the Pooh. "Oh, I had an accident?" "That's right, sweetie, but it's okay. You're only little, and little boys your age always use their diapers, so don't even worry about it," said his mom. Terry nodded then buried his head into his mommy's blouse. She then went about changing his diaper, which this time was a much quicker process since it was only wet. After Terry had a fresh diaper on, she put him into the crib in the nursery and told him it was time for a nap. He didn't seem happy about it, but also thought it was better than the playpen. At least he could get some sleep in here. She then took the pacifier out of his mouth, and he said, "Hey, that's mine." To which she responds, "Oh, you like your binky that much, sweetie? I had no idea." He just blushed at the whole situation, not only was he nursing a binky, but he also demanded it back. She said she had something better and for him to wait there and get comfy. After a couple of minutes of waiting, she returned with a baby bottle which he was hesitant at first, but the second it touched his lips he couldn't stop suckling, and before either of them knew it, Terry was sound asleep. His mother just stood over the crib with a smile while she was concerned about the future. Having her baby back felt like such a gift. If you enjoy my stories consider joining my patreon patreon.com/LittleWritersRetreat Every bit helps me write more stories!!!
  7. (PREVIEW) Chapter 1: When In The World It was just an average day when a very strange event occurred. In this tale, we'll be following the journey of a guy named Terry. Terry had just turned 17 and was ready to start his senior year of high school. It was about a week away from his first day of school when a very strange event happened. This is his story of what transpired. "Hey mom, did you get all of the things off the list that I'll need for school?" Terry shouted from the top of the staircase in his house. His mom called back, saying, "Yup, I got them all right here," and proceeded to flash a bag of supplies from the bottom of the stairs. Terry ran downstairs and grabbed the bag, excited to get his supplies ready for school next week. "Thanks, mom," he said very enthusiastically. "No problem, sweetheart," she replied. He quickly ran back up the stairs and reached into the bag. As he did, things began to feel weird, and the world felt like it was melting before his eyes. He looked down and his bag of supplies was gone, replaced with a cookie jar, and he found himself no longer in his bedroom but instead sitting on the floor of the kitchen. He blinked, confused on what just happened. He then heard a crash come from outside the house, which startled him out of his confusion. He stood up only to notice that everything had gotten huge, so he shouted out for his mom. It also didn't seem right – he sounded weird. His voice was high-pitched and unrefined, was the best way to describe it. It wasn't quite a lisp, but it was definitely not normal. His mom rushed into the kitchen, seemingly just as confused as he was, maybe a little less so. She entered the room, and he immediately noticed that she was also huge, almost like he had been shrunken. Her first reaction was to gasp and cover her mouth. Then she spoke, asking Terry, "Is that you?" This is about 2 out of 19 pages that have been written so far and remember this is only chapter one and more are on the way so if you'd like to read the full chapter I would sure love for you to join The Little Writers Retreat Patreon! Full story will Still be posted here next week but we do also have patreon exclusive stories that have been commissioned from teir two patreons so you also get those when you subscribe and all stories come with a pdf version for easy access via download so you can have the stories saved directly on your device!!! https://www.patreon.com/posts/80654410?utm_campaign=postshare_creator
  8. Ch.6 Stuffing Rivalries Tim's mommy gently placed him into the crib, still clutching his new friend Dino D. With his worries momentarily forgotten, Tim was content to have a new dinosaur buddy to play with. They spent a few minutes happily playing together in the crib, lost in their world. His mother returned shortly, holding Mr. Bear Bear and a pacifier, likely hoping to coax Tim into taking a nap. She slipped the pacifier into Tim's mouth and placed Mr. Bear Bear next to him before leaving the room, allowing Tim and his stuffed companions some privacy. Once Tim's mommy had gone and he had fully settled down, Mr. Bear Bear spoke up, saying, "Oof, I didn't think I'd wake back up," as he shook his head. Tim asked, "Mr. Bear Bear, what happened? You stopped talking and it scared me." Mr. Bear Bear brushed off the concern, replying, "Don't worry about that. We have bigger issues. We need to get you back to normal." Suddenly, a sickly sweet and somewhat goofy voice, reminiscent of a cartoon character, chimed in from the other end of the crib. "Nuh-uh! Being a baby is way better! Think about it: you'll have so much extra time in your life because of this. That's what you wished for, isn't it? More time?" Tim looked over at the source of the voice and realized it was Dino D. Surprised, he asked, "Huh, you can talk too, Dino D?" Dino D looked over and exclaimed, "Of course I can! It's because you're a baby, and babies have super imaginations! Isn't that so much fun?" Tim blinked, pondered for a moment, and then asked in surprise, "Does that mean I'm only imagining that you're talking?" Dino D replied in a goofy manner, "Nope!" and then giggled. "I like this game," he said then in a generic robber voice he said. "You'll never catch me, copper! Nyah!" Tim giggled at Dino D's silly antics. Mr. Bear Bear interjected, "No, he's got to get back to being a grown-up, unless he likes being a poopy pants baby." Tim hesitated, recalling the diaper change he had just experienced. He had mostly forgotten about it until the subject was brought up again. "Well, it's not all that bad, Mr. Bear Bear. At least I don't have to stop playing to use the potty, and half the time, I don't even know if my diaper has been used. So it's really not a problem." Frustrated, Mr. Bear Bear retorted, "Fine! I guess we don't need to get the crayons, markers, or anything. You can just wait until you're big enough to get them yourself in four years." Tim quickly responded, "No, Mr. Bear Bear, we're getting those crayons." Mr. Bear Bear, confused, looked over and asked, "Wait, really?" Tim's tone shifted from serious to excited mid-sentence as he said, "Yes, if I get those markers, imagine how much more fun we could have!" Tim seemed absolutely giddy about getting the crayons, which Mr. Bear Bear reluctantly accepted as a positive step, even if Tim's baby brain seemed to be almost entirely in control. Mr. Bear Bear then pointed out that it was nap time and the longer it took for Tim to go to bed, the longer it would take to get the crayons. This motivated Tim, but Dino D proved to be too much of a distraction while Tim tried to sleep, cracking jokes and making Tim giggle, resetting his "fall asleep" timer. Eventually, Tim calmed down and drifted off to sleep, only to wake up with his mommy changing his diaper a mere couple hours later. Tim was excited to see mommy right when he woke up, holding out his hands, wanting to be picked up. However, she was far too deep into the change to stop and pick him up; he'd have to wait until he was fully cleaned up. She blew a raspberry on his belly, leaving him in just his diaper as she carried him into the living room and placed him in his mesh playpen. Again, he sat there and looked for his stuffed friends, but it was just him and his toys. He did end up grabbing a wooden train and pretending he was driving it until he was interrupted by his mom putting Dino D into the pen with him. He babbled, "Dino, it's you!" "Yuh huh, it's just Dino D and Tim taking on the big city," he said while laughing. "But where's Mr. Bear Bear?" said Tim. Dino replied, "He's still in the crib. Mommy must have put him in time out since he's such a grumpy pants." Tim simply nodded, saying that it made sense since he was being grumpy. "Hey, Dino D, can you help me get the crayons from mommy?" Tim asked. "I can try," Dino D said enthusiastically. "So, how are we gonna do it? Mommy can't understand me," said Tim. "Well, you might be able to cry for them, but it's not like she'd know why you're crying. But I bet it'd be fun to see her wondering why you're tearing up," Dino D exclaimed with a giggle. "But it's not like I can just cry on command either," Tim says. Dino D simply said, "Give it a try," almost baiting Tim to act even more babyish than he's been so far. Anytime he's cried, he at least had a reason, but this was just being a crybaby. Although Tim wanted the crayons, he felt like this plan was riddled with holes, but he also figured he wouldn't be able to cry on command, so he'd give it a try, feeling as if it'd fail. Tim scrunched his face and attempted to create tears, which, to his surprise, actually worked. Before he knew it, he was crying completely for seemingly no reason, and by the time mommy made her way over to see what was wrong, he'd completely forgotten why he was even crying. Tim's mommy picked him up and shushed him until Tim settled down. While she held him, she checked the back of his diaper, but it was clean, and it hadn't been too long ago since he ate, so she figured he just wanted attention. Tim noticed Dino D, and Dino D said, "Get the crayons!" So Tim tried to get his mommy's attention by barely making out, "Mah, mmmm, mah, mah, mah." He had done it! He'd said, "Mama!" She looked at him and recognized the same gesture he'd made in the store, which reminded her that she had promised to let him play with the crayons. She said, "Oh, that's why you were crying! Such a funny baby, you wanna play with the crayons? Ok." She was fairly busy, but she figured she could stop for a little bit to see how he would interact with the crayons. So, she put him back in the playpen and left to set them up. Unfortunately, without Mr. Bear Bear there to be the voice of reason, who knows what'll happen Recently released our first patreon exclusive story called the Polaroid Paradox if your interested in reading that or commisioning your own patreon exclusive story become a subscriber!!! Also all the stories here have a pdfs of the stories for easy access on your own device! https://www.patreon.com/posts/80415976?utm_campaign=postshare_creator
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  10. Regressed and Fawned Over (Story) Pat was constantly fed up with being taken advantage of. People were always forcing him into situations that he had no business being in. This latest predicament involved his girlfriend of two years. She had told her friends that Pat could help them with their latest get-rich-quick scheme by doing some marketing for them. As usual, Pat said that he would do it without a second thought. However, when it came around to helping them with their project, he realized that he was in over his head. They were going to be selling diapers and needed a way to market them to mothers. Pat had never done any kind of diaper sales or research, so he was like a fish out of water. He told them as much, but fortunately for him, they didn't seem to mind. They said that it was nice having someone who isn't set in their ways when it comes to advertising like all the other companies. Pat was happy with that response and got to work thinking of a marketing strategy. He came to the conclusion that a commercial would likely be their best option for spreading their brand. They loved the idea, but Pat's girlfriend brought up a glaring problem – they had no one to model the diapers. Pat responded, saying that it was a pretty big issue, but they could always hold auditions. His girlfriend asked how long that would take, and Pat explained that it would take at least three days to set up the audition and another week to have them contracted. She said that it was not good and that they needed to make it happen by the launch date; otherwise, it would not end well for anyone. Pat was apprehensive, especially after the ominous and frankly threatening tone she took, but he said he would do his best. Three days had passed and he was already behind on his original timeline of having the audition scheduled. Not a single person had signed their baby up to star in the commercial. It most likely had to do with the budget of what they could pay them, or maybe they didn't like that it was some no-named brand. Either way, Pat was seriously struggling. He showed up where they had rented to shoot the commercial, ready to take a walk of shame and tell his girlfriend that he couldn't find anyone to star in the video. As he walked into the room, she was standing there chatting with the other ladies who were in on the scheme. He greeted everyone with a somewhat sullen expression and went on to tell them that he couldn't find a model. His girlfriend said that it was fine and that she had someone who could do it. Pat perked up and said, "Wow, seriously, how'd you manage that?" She said, "Don't worry about it," as she got up close to him and started putting some kind of cream on his face. Like the pushover he is, he just let her, merely asking what she was putting on him. She said it was just some hydrating cream. She then said, "Since you messed up and couldn't find a model, would you want to be in the commercial to make up for it?" He responded with, "Oh, you want me in it too? I'm not much of an actor, but I guess I could play like the dad or something. How hard could that be?" She said that could be a good role but she thought she had a better one for him while she continued to apply the cream. He said that if it was something easy, he was sure he could handle it. But as he said that, he felt like his voice felt funny, and he noticed he was now looking up at her. "Huh, what's with my voice, and why are you so tall?" he inquired. "Don't worry, sweetie. I told you that if you messed this up, it wouldn't end well for anyone," she replied with a sly grin. "What do you mean?" he said with growing alarm. "Well, you're going to be the model, and I'm going to have to change the model's diapers, so I guess it's not ending well for us." "What? I don't need diapers," he protested in an even higher-pitched voice as he approached 2 years old at a quickening pace, only for it to slow near 4 as his descent in age began to halt. He found himself standing below her knee, draped in his old attire that now covered him like a tarp or a blanket. He was understandably upset at what had just happened and attempted to ask her what she had done to him and how it had happened. However, he never got the chance to do so. She promptly scooped him up and carried him into a bathroom where she had already laid out a diaper bag and an outfit for him to wear. The outfit consisted of a red shirt with the words “little stinker” and a poop emoji on it. She also had laid out her special diaper she was trying to promote, so she strapped him down onto the changing table and proceeded to powder and diaper him. Throughout this ordeal, he tried to struggle but to no avail. All his efforts only made her fawn over him more, saying how cute he was saying that her little man would rather run around nakie in front of his mommy and her friends. It suddenly dawned on him was she going to keep him like this? He couldn't bear the thought of being turned back into a baby again, and he said so. She responded with a cooing, “Dawwww, it's okay, sweetie. You'll love it, and you get to be the model for our commercial. You're going to be a star. Isn't that exciting?” Feeling defeated and foolish, he knew it was his fault. He had always allowed people to push him around and look where it had gotten him trapped on a changing table, being put into diapers for the second time in his life. But this time, he wasn't going to forget it. He said she couldn't make him do it, that he wouldn't act in the commercial for her. She replied, 'No, no, no sweetie. There's no acting involved. All you need to do is look cute for the camera. Besides, we both know what a pushover you are. You'll be in this commercial, and you'll do it with a smile on your face, or you're gonna get a spanking, little guy.' His face went pale as he realized the gravity of his situation. She swiftly put a shirt on him, secured his diaper, and carried him back into the studio to get the commercial started. She brought him into the room and sat him on the floor before leaving him there to go behind the camera with her friends. He nervously placed his hands in front of his diapered crotch and said, 'I didn't sign up for this.' His new mommy and her friends couldn't handle how adorable he was and gushed about it, with one crying out, 'OMG,' his mommy saying 'Sooo Cute,' and the other friend merely exclaiming 'Wow.' They proceeded to film the commercial when one of them pointed out that someone had liked their special diapers so much that he already used them. The three ladies all laughed. Unfortunately, the company flopped, leaving poor Pat stuck in his newfound baby body for no reason, living out his second life with a lot of wet and messy diapers to look forward too.
  11. So I drew this and I even have a story posted over on patreon with the events leading up to this so if you can't wait a week for me to post the story you can get it now over there!! I also have a teir where I'll do a story request!! https://www.patreon.com/posts/regressed-and-79822469?utm_medium=sharesheet&utm_source=sharesheet&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link Also if you like my stuff maybe drop me a follow on here to keep up to date with my posts thanks!!
  12. New drawing I did kinda a vibe ngl plan on writing a story based on the pic

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  13. Ch.1 The Party Begins Alex had been looking forward to the family get-together for weeks. It was a chance for him to see his aunts, uncles, and cousins, and catch up on everything that had been going on in their lives. But most importantly, it was a chance for him to see his mother, Linda. Alex had always been close to his mother, and he treasured the time he spent with her. They talked on the phone every week, but it wasn't the same as seeing her in person. So when Linda invited him to spend the holidays with her, he jumped at the chance. He arrived at his mother's house on Christmas Eve, feeling a sense of nostalgia as he stepped through the door. The house was decorated with tinsel and lights, just like it had been when he was a child. The smells of baking cookies and roasting turkey filled the air, and Alex felt a warm sense of belonging wash over him. But as the day went on, things started to feel strange. His mother was acting differently, treating him like a child instead of a grown man. Alex couldn't understand why she was acting this way, but he didn't want to ruin the holiday by causing a scene. So he tried to ignore it and enjoy the time with his family It was around dinner time when things began to escalate in weirdness though. Alex sat at the dinner table, feeling like something was off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was a strange feeling in the air. He looked around at the other guests - his aunts, uncles, cousins - but they all seemed normal. It was only his mother, Linda, who was acting strange. She kept hovering over him, cutting his food into tiny pieces and wiping his face with a napkin whenever it got messy. At first, Alex thought it was just his mother being overprotective, but the more she fawned over him, the more uncomfortable he felt. "Mom, I can cut my own food," he said, trying to take the knife from her hand. Linda smiled at him, her eyes shining with something Alex couldn't quite place. "Oh, I know, baby," she said, using the nickname she hadn't called him since he was a toddler. "But I just want to make sure you're taken care of." Alex frowned, feeling like he was being treated like a child. He couldn't understand why his mother was acting this way, but he didn't want to make a scene in front of their family. So he let her cut his food and wipe his face, even though it made him feel embarrassed. After dinner, they all gathered in the living room to watch a movie. Alex sat on the couch, feeling uneasy as his mother tucked a blanket around him and held him close. He was a grown man, but he felt like he was being treated like a child. As the movie played, Alex felt himself getting drowsy. He tried to fight it, but he couldn't keep his eyes open. He drifted off to sleep, still in his mother's embrace. Alex stirred from his nap on the couch, his eyes struggling to focus on the figure standing over him. It was his mother, Linda, holding a small, glittering gem in her hand. She was rubbing it with her thumb, muttering something under her breath. As Alex watched, the room around him started to grow and stretch. The couch seemed to elongate, the coffee table expanded, and the TV screen grew to an impossible size. Suddenly, a strange sensation washed over him, starting in his toes and creeping up his body. He tried to sit up and ask his mother what was happening, but his limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated. Alex let out a cry of alarm as he realized what was happening. He was shrinking, becoming smaller and smaller until he was no longer an adult but a toddler, barely two years old. His clothes suddenly felt too big and baggy on his tiny body. His mother continued to hold the gem, pointing it directly at him as he shrank down to his new size. Alex watched in disbelief as his entire world was turned upside down. He tried to speak, but only a few words came out of his mouth. He struggled to form sentences, and his words were often slurred or muddled. It was then that he noticed his mother's expression, a mix of wonder and happiness. Alex couldn't understand why his mother was doing this to him, but he knew he was completely at her mercy. Alex looked up at his mom and asked, "Why?" She responded with, "I've missed my baby so much, and I just couldn't go on knowing I'd never see your cute little cheeks again." As she pinched his face, she then lifted him up under the armpits and said, "Just look at my little man, so cute." As she was admiring her regressed son, she was hit by something warm. She quickly grabbed his big boy shirt and used it to defend against the baby boy's onslaught of pee. "Uh oh, that's what I get for hesitating on getting my little guy into a fresh diaper in the first place," she said in a sing-song voice. Alex's eyes went wide with horror as he said, "Wha no diapie, me gwon up!" She simply ignored him and brought him over to the kitchen where she had hidden a bag of baby stuff. She first grabbed a pacifier she'd already sanitized before the guests had shown up and popped it into his mouth. He uncontrollably suckled it, unable to control himself. She then got out a diaper and wipes Lastly, she grabbed a mat of some kind and brought it to the living room, where she spread it out on the floor and laid him onto it. She went about wiping him clean and powdering his bottom, making sure to point out how cute he was now that he was little again. The whole time, Alex was in shock at how things had gone. One second, he was sitting in the living room, watching a movie, albeit a fairly childish one, but at least he was wearing big boy undies. He stopped and realized what he had just referred to them as and cringed at his newfound childish, or rather babyish, view of his situation. Then he noticed that his mom had finished putting the diaper on him. He was then picked up and placed on his feet. She took out her phone and said, "Can you walk to mommy?" as she moved to the other side of the room. He wasn't going to play along, though, and sat down and huffed, not giving her the satisfaction or so he thought, until she responded with an overly enthusiastic "Awww!" He had unintentionally given her the perfect babyish response she longed for. She then said, "Uh oh, looks like I have a grumpy baby on my hands here. Someone needs a visit from the tickle monster to cheer them up." His eyes went wide, and he started crying out, "No!" but it was too late; the tickle monster had arrived for a visit That's when one of Alex's aunts walked in and exclaimed, "Is that Alex? He's so adorable!" Alex looked over in shock, still reeling from the tickle attack. His mind was racing with questions - how did she know it was him? But he wouldn't get an answer, at least not right away. He seemed to be stuck as a simple ornament or a plaything of sorts, not really being allowed to have a say in the conversation. "After all, what two-year-olds do?" he thought. His aunt then suggested that it was probably bedtime for the babies, and that it would be best if Alex went to bed as well. She asked in a "don't you think" kind of manner. Linda sighed, knowing her sister was right, but she was so happy to have her baby back that she didn't want to give him up just yet. However, she knew what she needed to do. So, she made him a bottle of what he assumed was milk. She brought him over to the couch and began to feed him, but he quickly realized that it wasn't milk he was being fed. Not that it really mattered, as his body had a mind of its own when it came to bottles and pacifiers, apparently. While she fed him, Linda could feel his diaper growing warm. She smiled so warmly at having her baby back, and she wasn't the only one in the house with that feeling, to say the very least Things were going to be a bit more loud in the morning that's for sure. I'd love to get some opinions on weither the story should be told in first or third person or a mixture of both but this is my most recent story making its second debut from patreon to here!!! https://www.patreon.com/LittleWritersRetreat
  14. Ch.5 Tim's mother pulled into the driveway of their home and quickly went to work freeing Tim from his car seat. She unlatched the seat belt, brought him and Mr. Bear Bear back into the house, and placed him in a mesh playpen. "Now sit tight, honey," she said, "I need to get the groceries out of the car." Then she disappeared back out the front door, leaving Tim and Mr. Bear Bear to their own devices. Tim stood up while leaning against the walls of the playpen, trying to get a better look around. He knew there were crayons somewhere in the house, all he had to do was find them. He stumbled around the walls of the playpen, looking through the mesh wall as best as he could to see if he could find the crayons he so desperately sought. Although he had grown used to his new status as a baby, he was still interested in what he could do with the power of his third wish. Whether he decides to use it to grow back up or not Tim was determined to find the crayons, but after a thorough search, he realized that either they were on a shelf too high for him to see or they were in another room. He shifted his focus back to Mr. Bear Bear and the other toys in the playpen. Most of the toys were the same: toy blocks and chunky wooden race cars. Tim noticed a baby rattle and found it amusing, since he didn't think anyone bought those for babies anymore. It was just a loud noise maker, but he grabbed it without thinking, and the noise it made completely caught his attention, making the rest of the world disappear as he started playing with the toy. Meanwhile, Tim's mother was bringing in the groceries and nearly finished retrieving them from the car when she noticed her cute baby playing with the rattle. She thought it was so adorable that she quickly took a picture of him on her phone before returning to putting away the food and dry goods. Tim was still playing with the rattle when he heard someone say something. "Hey, snap out of it!" shouted a voice near by. Tim looked around but saw no one. That's when the voice said, "I'm down here." Tim looked down and just saw Mr. Bear Bear. He then asked, "Was that you, Mr. Bear Bear?" Mr. Bear Bear responded, "Yes, it's me. What do you think you're doing? You're not a baby. Stop playing with that thing!" Tim wasn't surprised when he started talking to Mr. Bear Bear, even though it was an inanimate object. His mind must have accepted it as a normal occurrence. Instead of being shocked, Tim simply engaged in a conversation with Mr. Bear Bear. When Tim asked why playing with his rattle was a problem, Mr. Bear Bear quickly responded, "Only babies play with rattles, and we just established that you're not really a baby, right?" Tim replied, "Well, yes, but I'm stuck like this, so why not have some fun?" The rattle was so much fun to play with, after all. But Mr. Bear Bear warned Tim, "aren't you worry about losing your mind to the baby side? What if your mind turns to baby mush and you forget everything before you find those markers? Playing with that rattle looks like it's draining any precilections you have left, leaving you with just baby interests and values." Tim scratched his head and said, "Uh, okay." Not really understanding what Mr.bear bear meant. Mr. Bear Bear then sighed and said, "Rattle makes you goo-goo-ga-ga. You have baby brain. You played with the rattle and now your diaper is wet. Any of this sinking in, diaper brain?" Tim felt bad about the mean things Mr. Bear Bear was saying to him, but he knew he was right. Tim responded by saying, "Yeah, I understand now. But how do I fix it?" Mr. Bear Bear said, "Don't worry, kid. You've got me, don't you?" Tim realized that Mr. Bear Bear was right, he did have him, so there was nothing to worry about. His mother had been observing the scene for a while, feeling both confused and captivated by Tim's conversation with his teddy bear. She managed to capture the moment on video, but all you could hear was Tim's baby-like babbling and the occasional silence when he was listening to Mr. Bear Bear. She finished putting away the last of the groceries and commented, "Hmm, it might be time for someone's nap." Mr. Bear Bear quickly responded, "Hurry, act as awake as possible, unless you want to be put down for another nap." Tim was caught off guard, but he quickly jumped to his feet and started babbling loudly to show how awake he was Tim's mother wasn't completely convinced, but she found it adorable and said, "Oh, is my goofy baby a chatty cat today?" She began tickling him, which Tim wasn't expecting, so he cried out for help to Mr. Bear Bear. However, Mr. Bear Bear just sat there and stopped speaking, as if his connection was severed during the tickle spree. Tim cried out, "No, Mr. Bear Bear, help!" This made his mother stop, as she saw the distress in his eyes. "What's the matter, honey? You usually love to be tickled," she said, confused until she realized the problem. "Oh, I didn't mean for you to make poopy, baby Timmy. I'm sorry," she said, as she held him to console him. This only made him cry harder, as he worried he would never hear Mr. Bear Bear's voice again and that he had fully been babified. His mother made her way to the nursery to give him a change and put him down for a nap. She laid him on the changing table and strapped him in Tim was beyond frustrated. He hated this. He had no freedom, no power. He was nothing more than a helpless baby with a poopy diaper and it was so infuriating for him. He felt as though he was losing his mind. He wasn't sure what was happening to him, but he was squirming and balling as his mother attempted to change him. she was trying to shush him, but it wasn't working. So, she had to pull out the big guns and grab his binky. She gently worked it into his mouth, he even almost fell for it. But he wasn't going to be so easily swayed this time. He was adamant about this tantrum and continued to be an uncooperative baby. However, mommy had other plans. She pulled out a little stuffed dinosaur. Tim didn't know where she got it from, but everything stopped when he saw it. The tears, the sadness, the frustration all disappeared. Now, all he knew was that he needed that dinosaur and he needed it now. He reached out for it, but it was just out of reach. He reached and reached, and of course, mommy eventually obliged his need for the stuffie. He immediately became the most well-behaved baby you've ever seen, as she could finally change that big, stinky diaper. She made quick work of it, and before Tim knew it, his diaper had been changed and he felt so much better without even realizing why. She breathed a sigh of relief and unstrapped Tim, took him to the crib, where he and Dino D could sleep. Hopefully, Mr. Bear Bear isn't the jealous type... or things could get messy in a different way. Sorry for the late post guess I forgot to post here oopsie ?
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