Magic Man Baby

"Are you going to… like… fuck him still?" Eli asked "Is that a serious question? He is literally sitting in a pile of his own shit right now, and crying because none of us want to change his dirty diapers. I can never see him as a man after this, let alone a viable sexual partner! HaHaHa!" Jessica laughed at the idea. "Well. Your last spell worked so good. Is there any kind of spell that can magically move his dick to my body? It just seems like such a shame to let it go to waste. You aren't gonna use it, it's not like any other girls are gonna want to fuck him anymore either." "Please… No!!! let me… be a big boy again. I will be so much better! I Prommmppff…" Chris desperately pleaded for his manhood back, between miserable sobs. Interrupted, and silenced by a pacifier that was shoved into his mouth. "Oh yeah, that would be super simple. Great idea!!!" Jessica squealed. "You definitely deserve a dick more than he does." "Nice! Finally!" Eli literally jumped off the couch with joy. He had transitioned years ago, but had never been able to afford any kind of major surgery of the like. "Mmmpff… Mmpf…!" Chris could only mumble, from behind the pacifier that Jessica stuck in his mouth, after he wouldn't stop crying about his messy diaper. He didn't really need words though. It was obvious that he greatly disagreed with their plan. "Is it going to be weird that I have your ex boyfriend's dick?" Eli laughed. "Chris pulled the pacifier out of his mouth, "Ex-girlfriend!?!" He shouted. Surprised by the news of his new relationship status. "Why am I dressed like this, and acting like a fucking baby if your just going to break up with me?" He snapped. "Did I say you can take that fucking paci out of your mouth? And you are doing this firstly because you cheated on me... Secondly you are under my spell, and you couldn't act like a big boy even if you wanted to… and last but not least, if you don't behave I will post all these adorable pictures that I've been taking of you on Facebook." "Uh-oh! HaHaHa!!!" Bailey huffed unapologetically. "Were we not posting pictures?" She geitted her teeth nervously. "To be fair, I have only posted a few. And they are on Instagram. Not Facebook." She noted. Like what platform she posted to made any difference at all, to Chris. "What the FUCK Bailey! You little Bitch!" Chris screamed, spitting his pacifier to the floor. "BINKY NOW, young man!!" Jessica yelled. Sending the pacifier back into Chris's mouth with the wave of her hand. "Babies don't talk like that! You're lucky I don't wash your mouth out with soap." "I think someone just needs to take a nap. Can we do this thing quickly before I lay him down, or is Eli going to have to wait till after naptime to get his dick?" Bailey questioned. "We can totally do it now. And naptime is a great idea. We can just do it in the bedroom." Jessica answered. "I just need some chalk… and some string… can you grab those candles over there Bailey?" Jessica pulled a few herbs, powders, and crystals of the shelf. "Sorry Eli, you are on diaper duty. It needs to come off for the spell, and you want the dick." Chris was cleaned, and his naked body tied to the bed quicker than he was comfortable with. Not that a few more minutes would have quelled his fear or despair. "Say goodbye to the little guy. Say, bye bye dick. Say, Have fun with Eli!" Jessica mockingly cooed. Ignoring Chris's pleading eyes with a smile on her face. "Are you excited, babe! Im excited!" Bailey squeezed Eli's hand. "Yeah… I mean. Yes! Totally. Any dick is better than no dick. And I know you said his wasn't very big, but got damn. Did it shrink into a little baby dick when you diapered him?" "Unfortunately that's all I had to work with." Jessica groaned. "I can make it bigger for you, real easy. Tell me when to stop, Bailey." With a few quick hand motions Chris's dick started to grow. "That's good! Right there!" Bailey squeaked after several inches. "That looks like a good size to me, what to do you think Eli?" "That is a respectable size for sure! I'm happy with that. You are the one that I'm gonna use it on though. If thats what my baby wants, let's run it." Eli shouted agreedly. "What a pitty. He finally has a big ol' cock, like a real man, and he's about to loose it forever. HaHaHa" Bailey laughed. "Yeah, and speaking of loosing his manhood… that beard is not going to match his new little vagina at all. While we're at it, do you want that too?" Jessica asked. "Not that your beard doesn't look great!" Jessica quicky added. Knowing how self conscious Eli was about his facial hair. "No, yeah, for sure. The hormones can only do so much, so fast." After a couple years of the hormone treatments Eli had finally started growing his own patchy, stubbly beard. "Is everybody ready? Jessica lit the various herbs and powders on fire, and chanted in latin. The lights flickered, and a swift breeze blew through the room. "Was that it?" Bailey asked. "Is it done? Can I go take this thing for a test ride?" She squealed. Hopping up and down behind her overwhelming excitement. Chris knew the answer. Even though it was small, Chris could feel something missing. He desperately wanted to look down though, only to discover that Jessica's spell did not in fact work. A lone shred of hope, that died at the sight of Jessica's handy work. "Nooo!!!! This is just a nightmare! Please let this be a nightmare!" Chris roared. Tears rolling down his cheeks. None of them payed attention to his cries, they were too busy laughing at Eli. He was trying his hand at the helicopter. "Whooo!!!" He scratched. "I'm a fucking helicopter! Wanna come for a ride baby? Let's go!" Eli picked bailey up, and started to run to the other bedroom. "I'm gonna take it for the maiden voyage. And then if you want to come join us for round two, you can." Bailey hollard at Jessica before she was carried all the way away. Jessica turned to Chris, and smiled. "Let's get you in a fresh diaper, and down for a nap. When you wake up, we will decide what dress to wear. I want you looking your cutest for company tonight. Sweet dreams baby. I will turn on the white noise machine for you. I reckon we are gonna get pretty rowdy in there tonight. If you do end up hearing us, it might just give you a reason to explore your new little privates."

I will probably be turning this into a story soon

Hey! Thanks for the encouragement, and support. Unfortunately... my laptop broke, I've been broke, and my writing has taken a toll. But the good news is im going to move back in with my mom this week, and I'll have a computer again. I've been waiting lots of notes, and things down in my phone. So I'll be extra prepared to pump out a few chapters!

PART II Much to Hannah’s disappointment it was a very uneventful morning. She was really hoping she was going to catch Chris running his sheets in the washer when she woke up. She didn’t have to wait long though. The next morning she heard a ruckus in her step brothers room. The two of them shared a wall. She knew whatever was going on over there wasn’t part of his daily routine. Hannah pushed his door open in the guise of assistance. “Are you alright in here Chris? I heard you yelling...” Hannah had already invited herself into the room... Finding, to her delight, Chris - kneeling awkwardly on his bed. With a bundle of blankets in his arms. “Do you need hel... what are you doing?” She noticed the big wet spot on the mattress under him. And his Pajama bottoms were soaking wet. “DID YOU...” she didn’t need to ask, she knew full-well what had happened. Chris spun around and saw Hannah in his room. He didn’t let her finish the sentence. Not that she needed to. “I DIDN'T... I... WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!? GET THE HELL OUT!!!” His face was red with embarrassment. “OH MY GOD! You did! YOU WET THE BED!” Hannah's face was red too - from laughter. She was so happy it had worked sosoon. “How old are you?” she yelled. “It was an accident! I must be training too hard... or staying too hydrated.” Chris was grasping at straws. Trying to come up with a reasonable excuse why a boy his age would wet the bed. “WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE?!? GET THE FUCK OUT!!!” he yelled, again. “Umm... language please... What’s going on in there? You better not be talking to Hannah like that!” Chris heard his step mom yelling from her room down that hall. Chris looked at Hannah. His eyes were starting to fill with tears. “Please don’t tell her!” He begged. “PLEASSSEEE, Hannah!” “Well...” He heard Rachel call down the hall once more. before he heard her footsteps making their way down the hall. His pleas for mercy were worth less than nothing to Hannah. Not that Rachel didn’t already know what was happening. Hannah thought it would hurt more if he heard it out loud again. “MOM!!! I can’t even! CHRIS PEED... THE BED!” she burst out laughing. Barely able to finish her sentence. “You bitch!” he yelled. Face redder than it was before. “LANGUAGE!” Rachel yelled louder. “He did what?” She pretended to be surprised by the news her daughter just delivered, as she pushed her way into the room. “OH MY GOD CHRIS! HOW OLD ARE YOU?” She yelled at him wearing a face of disgust. “That’s what I said!!!” Hannah mocked. “Just get out!” Chris yelled at them both. “It’s none of your business!” “I just bought that mattress, so it kind of seems like my business.” Rachel snapped back. “Get this mess cleaned up, and get ready.” she glared at Chris. “Maybe he can get a spot with Progressive.” Hannah jested. Much to Rachel’s delight. Making light of the girl from the other day. “Is that why you peed the bed?” Rachel asked Chris mockingly in baby-talk, “Did you want to be like the progressive girl, and have accidents.” she pouted her lips. “Too bad. I heard they dropped her. So go get this shit cleaned up!” Hannah and her left the room laughing. “Be ready by eight!” she yelled from the hall. The three of them were in the car...“Mom if Chris keeps wetting the bed will he have to wear diapers?” Hannah asked as innocently as she could manage. Chris was hoping that wasn’t discussed on the drive. His cheeks were red, and he stayed silent. Hoping the conversation would end there. But, it didn’t. “He will most definitely need to wear diapers if this kind of thing happens again.” Rachel answered her daughter, talking as Chris wasn’t right there. “I’ve already talked to Dr. Wright, she said to get some ift happens again, and make an appointment.” Chris finally broke. “STOP!!! I don’t need to wear diapers! It was one accident. FUCK!” “LANGUAGE!” Rachel yelled as they pulled in front of the school. “I can’t even with you! Quit acting like a baby and we’ll quit treating you like one!” “Yeah! Quit acting like a baby... and peeing your pants!” Hannah yelled loudly as she opened the car door. “STOP!” Chris yelled. Paranoid now that people heard her. Little did he know his step sister's snide remark would be the least of his worries that day. It was almost the end of fourth period. Hannah was in Chemistry, waiting for the bell to ring. She was more excited when she saw Chris dart past the door. As he ran down the hall holding his butt. And, more excited still when the bell rang seconds later. She ran into the hall, a little more excited than the other students... at first. They all were on her level when they saw Chris poop his pants just a few feet short of the boys room. He had never been more embarrassed in his whole life. That milestone was broken seconds later. “OH MY! Chris! Did you have an accident!?!” Ms. Taylor yelled. Drawing more attention to him. He had peed his pants too. It was obvious. The whole front, and inside of the legs of his khakis had a large dark stain. “Let’s go get you cleaned up!” Ms. Taylor pulled Chris through the crowd of snickering children. She was used to this kind of thing. Ms. Taylor was head of the special education at the school. She led Chris into her classroom. It was empty at the time. Ms. Taylor showed him to a large bathroom. She handed him a bag. “Just put your dirty clothes in here.” She also handed him a clean pair of sweatpants, and baby wipes. “Just clean yourself up as best you can, and put these on. I’m going to call your mom.” “Step mom.” Chris said, taking the wipes and sweatpants from Ms. Taylor. “Step mom.” Ms Taylor corrected herself. Chris spent the next hour waiting in Ms. Taylor’s room. Rachel was coming to pick him up. She was nice in the building, but scolded him the second they were alone. “I can;t believe you’d do this. Shit yourself... are you serious!?!” Rachel continued when Chris remained silent. “Come on then. We can go to the store while your sister finishes classes.” “The store for what?” Chris asked. “For...” Rachel started. “Mom! Wait for us!” Hannah, and her friend Jamie were running across the parking lot. “Ms. Taylor said we should just gonow, since you’re here.” She said when they reached them. Rachel usually gave Jamie a ride home from school. “Sorry about your accident bro...” Hannah looked at Chris. “Yeah... sorry.” Jamie said. “That sucks.” Chris blushed. “I don’t want to...” He couldn’t finish his sentence before Rachel cut him off, and pushed the three of them into the van. “We just have to stop at the store before we drop you off today Jamie. It’s on the way.” “What do we need from the store mom?” Hannah asked. Rachel could see her smirking in the rear view mirror. “We just need to get Chris some things to help him with his accidents.” Rachel answered. “Like... DIAPERS?” Jamie squealed. “NO!” Chris yelled. “Not diapers. I don’t need to wear diapers. It was an accident!” “That’s why people wear diapers Chris.” Hannah said with a coy smile. “Because they have accidents.” “STOP!” he yelled “I’M NOT!!! I’M CAN’T WEAR DIAPERS!!!” “OH!!! You can wear diapers young man!” Rachel yelled. “You know what you can’t do...? Make it to the potty in time like a big boy!” she pouted her lips at his as she said the latter. “OH MY GOD!” Jackie laughed with Hannah. “Are we really getting him diapers?” “OH YEAH!” Rachel answered. “Dr. Wright was very adamant about being proactive.” She pulled into the pharmacy parking lot. “Do you girls want to come in with us?” “SURE!” Hannah answered excitedly. “Do I have to?” Chris moaned “YES!” Rachel yelled. “We’re here to get you diapers. I don’t want people to think they’re for me.” The younger girls laughed. They didn’t stop laughing the rest of the trip. As Rachel paraded Chris around the store - making it clear all the diapers, wipes, and powder were for him.

INTRO Chris was going to graduate high school in a few months, and he couldn’t wait. He had a full ride all but signed. To run track for Michigan State University. He just had to finish this season on top, and get his diploma. That’s not the only reason he spent so many hours training after school. His home life wasn’t... good. His relationship with his step-mom, Karen left much to be desired, when his father was still alive - and it didn’t get better after he passed. Chris was like his old man. He was good at whatever he did. He was a prince of the universe, and his father Jeff... he was a god. Their lives were handed to them on silver platters, whether they wanted it or not. It was a devine legacy, a law of the cosmos : that he won home-comeing king, and was dating the head cheerleader, Sarah Clancy. Chris had a lot of trophies, but she was his most prized possession. Sarah was a fairy princess manifested in the real world. She had beautiful red curls, and her eyes were deep pools of green… she had porcelain skin, and perfect curves. By the seventh grade she had a body that would make grown men turn their heads, only to feel like monsters seconds later. When they realized what they were making eyes at - and, she had only grown up since then. Rachel was his father’s newest trophy. She was Jeff’s second wife. Chris’s step-mom. She wasn’t much in the brains department, but she had legs for days, and she knew how to use them... and the rest of her body too, for that matter. She was Victoria’s Secret model, before trying to become an actress. Jeff tried to jump start her acting career, but a pretty face and perfect body wasn’t enough to land a serious role. She never said it, but Chris was sure Rachel resented the both of them - for how effortlessly the world catered to their every need. He knew why his dad kept her around though. He would be lying if he said he didn't spend a night or two thinking about her before falling asleep. Rachel would always say to people, “If you wanted to know what I used to look like, here you go...” and then make a gesture towards her daughter, Hannah - Chris’s step sister. “Why would anybody not pick this angel to be the captain of the cheerleading team?... You know I was the captain of the cheer team as a sophomore...” Hannah was sixteen. A junior. and she knew what her mom was doing, but she didn’t care, because it kept her happy. Rachel didn’t lie, though. Hannah was a carbon copy of her mom when she was that age. A ‘ten’ in any man’s book, the both of them. still. Only... Hannah had the brains that her mom didn’t. Which probably made her hate Chris even more than Rachel. It was bad enough she had to live in her mom’s shadow, but she had to live in Sarah’s shadow too... and Sarah was over a lot because of Chris. PART I Hannah and her mom were in line at an audition for a mother / daughter part in a commercial. She wasn’t really excited about the part, she was more into her social media pages these days. but she figured Sarah hadn’t been on television yet, so she would have that on her. Maybe she could finally get more followers than her. She already had more than Chris. A fact she never let him forget that. Just thinking about them made her blood boil. It didn’t help that there was a television a few feet away from her. Playing the local news, at an obnoxiously loud volume. The cherry on top : it was a puff piece about Chris. Her track star, golden child, step brother - and how he was going to be the first athlete to get a full ride to a major university from their high school... that he was a top prospect for the upcoming olympic team. She wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, she was just trying to focus on anything but that fucking T.V. A nearby conversation did the trick - between a girl Hannah’s age. and what one would assume to be the girl's mother... grandmother... She couldn’t tell. “Oh! My! Gawd!... I can’t even!!! Are you really still taking those things? Did you not hear what happened to Gal Gadot?” The older woman was obviously upset about something that her daughter had just popped in her mouth. “What now!” the girl droned. “Please mom tell me! How else did Gal Gadot get in such good shape for the new Wonder Woman movie? I’m dying to know” She washed the pill down with a pull from her water bottle before getting an answer. “She might have gotten in good shape, but I heard from Aunt Linda, who gets her hair done by the same stylist as Ms.Gadot, that those pills made her incontinent.” The woman realized that her daughter didn’t quite grasp the concept. “Like... She pees her pants now, and has to wear diapers 24/7.” “OH MY GOD! WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING!!! It isn’t going to happen to me is it?” The young girl bumped into Hannah as she ran towards the bathroom. Presumably to purge her system of the dangerous pill she just injested. “One of the other ladies there told Aunt Linda that she’s pretty sure she caught Gal pooping in a diaper before she could get her skirt off in the bathroom!” the woman was yelling across the room now. Hannah saw the girl throw the bottle of pills into the trash on the way to the bathroom. “You better hope you haven’t taken too many of those things already! If you think I’m going to be changing your diapers again, you have another thing coming! I did that enough when you were in middle school!” The woman’s mouth curled into a baleful smile as she dumped more vodka from her purse into her water bottle, and lit a cigarette. Obviously pleased with herself for winning an argument and knocking her spoiled little daughter down a peg. “Do you really think Gal Gadot has to wear diapers because of that stuff?” Hannah asked her mom. There was no way she was the only one that heard that. “I don’t know, Hannah...” Rachel shrugged at her daughter. Her eyes were glued to the television - like burning cigarettes. The news spot covering Chris was still playing. “If she does, I sure wish your step brother would take them. Put that immature little delinquent in his place for once.” It wasn’t any secret that Chris and his friends threw parties every weekend, where they got drunk and high. Hannah had her mother convinced she was never a part of that scene. “YASSS!!!... oh my god, yes!” Hannah shook her mother's arm with excitement. “What would his perfect little girlfriend, and all his stupid minions say if he had to wear diapers again!?!” Her smile was full of more malice than one person should legally carry. “Can we do it please?!?!?” She shook her mother’s arm hard. “Oh, can we please mommy dearest?!? CAN WE PLEASE?!? “Can we what?” Rachel looked at her daughter, confused. Not quite grasping the concept she just introduced. “What do you mean, ‘can we what’?” Hannah questioned. “Can we give Chris those pills! please!... please!... PLEASE MOM!!!” Hannah shook her mom’s arm on more time. “You know you want to.” “OH... Hannah!” Rachel scoffed at her teenage daughter. “That’s terrible!” she looked at her with wide eyes. “What are you waiting for then?... GO!” Rachel pushed her daughter up out of her chair, and whispered loudly. “Go get ‘em!” Hannah skipped across the room and loitered around the trash can the girl had thrown the pills into until she was sure nobody was watching. She grabbed the bottle out of the trash, shoved it into her purse, and skipped back to her seat. “I got them” she whispered to her mom. “How many do you think he’ll have to take? Do you think it will work?” “I would say however many that poor girl took.” Rachel answered with a smile. “And I’m pretty sure they work...” Hannah followed her mom's finger across the room. She saw the girl that threw the pills away standing just outside the bathroom door. She was crying, and there was a large and obvious dark spot that started at the crotch of her little grey yoga pants, and ran down the length of both her legs. “GWEN!!! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!” The girl's mother hollered. “You were in the bathroom! What happened? How many of those things did you take?!?” The woman rushed to her daughter’s side. “There wasn’t an open stall!” the girl cried. Her big blue eyes were full of tears. Maskara was running down her face. “I couldn’t hold it! I only was taking them for a few days! MOM!... It was just an accident!!!” You could tell she was trying to convince herself that it was a one-time thing more so than her mom. “Is it...” The girl's mother wrapped a shawl around the front of her daughter’s waist. “I’m not gonna... gonna...” she tried to finish her sentence between desperate sobs. “GONNA NEED TO WEAR DIAPERS?!?!?” she finally wailed. Her mother had already started to push her towards the exit. Whispering something into her ear. “IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDEEEAAHHHH!!!” The girl wretched and moaned, she grabbed handfuls of her own ass, and fell to her knees. “GWEN! What are you... ARE YOU POOPING YOUR PANTS?!?” The woman tried to get her daughter off the floor. “People are starting to film you Gwen! We have to go or the only job you’re going to get will be for a pampers commercial! Hannah, and Rachel talked about their plan the whole way home from the audition, and didn’t waste any time getting Chris his ‘medicine’ that night. “That girl said she only took a few days worth, and that happened to her.” Hannah said, breaking several days worth open over Chris’s mashed potatoes, and stirring the powder in. “That should be a good start!” Hannah turned to her mom and laughed. Rachel broke one more open, and stirred it into the potatoes too. “One more for good measure... cant hurt.” She shrugged, and winked at Hannah. The two were snickering amongst each other as they watched Chris finish his dinner. He had no idea what they found so god damned funny. Later that night Hannah and Chris were watching Jimmy Fallon. “So you all remember the girl from the new Progrsive ads? You know... the younger, sexier Flo?” Fallon made a cringed face before continuing, and a graphic of the girl from the audition earlier flashed across the screen. “Well apparently she was too young. But not too young to go viral...” The screen cut to a video of the poor girl at the end of her embarrassing exhibition crawling across the floor on all fours as her mother tried to cover her daughter from getting caught on camera. “I pooped my pants mom! I don’t want to wear diapers like Gal Gadot!!! I DON’T WANT TO POOP MY PANTS!!!” The girl collapsed into a pile on the floor, and the camera got a good zoomed shot of her piss and shit stained yoga pants. Before the screen cut back to Fallon. “Actually I’m being told she wasn’t too young. Apparently most people get potty trained when they are toddlers. Except Wonder Woman too, apparently?” Jimmy wore a puzzled look, and threw his hands in the air. “We tried to reach out to Diana of Themyscira for a comment... but we haven’t heard back. Maybe she was getting her diaper changed at the time.” “That’s horrible! That poor girl...” Chris remarked. still laughing, though. “I can’t even imagine if something like that happened to me... can you, Hannah?” “Oh I can imagine something like that happening to you.” she muttered under her breath. “What was that?” Chris asked. “I said No I can’t... That’s terrible.” She arched her back, stretched her arms, and yawned. “I’m gonna go to bed. Sleep tight.” Hannah smiled at Chris, and stood up. “Yeah... Goodnight Hannah.” Chris hollered at his step sister as she made her way upstairs. The screen flashed a still of the girl laying on the floor covered in her own make one more time before a commercial break. Chris cocked his head slightly to the one side as he looked at the image. “Hmm... what a shame. She’s got a nice ass.” he muttered to himself before turning the T.V. off and heading to bed himself.

PART TWO I woke up the next morning and heard Jackie rustling about in the basement. The hypnosis I did on myself last night must have worked. Because I woke up in a pile of my own make that I didn’t fall asleep in. “MOMMY!!!” I yelled. Excited to start my day. I don’t know if I was more excited to be a baby in daycare again, or my date with Dana later that night. I heard Jackie coming up the stairs and starting bouncing around in my messy diaper. “I was wondering when you were gonna wake up. We better hurry up and get you ready. The other kids are gonna start showing up soon.” Jackie proceeded to help me out of my crib, and got me cleaned up. She squeezed me into a highchair that I barely fit into... not that she knew that. As far as she knew I was still her little baby until I wanted to grow up again. “Come on now. I think I hear someone at the door.” she pulled me with her to the front of the house. “Good Morning!” Jackie greeted her client, Shannon and her daughter Hannah. I was placed in the playpen area with Hannah while my mom pulled Shannon away to talk. I watched them from across the room. They were bending over to grab some boxes that were on the ground. I would have heard more of their conversation, if I wasn’t so focused on their asses. It didn’t matter much to me then, but I did hear my step mom say something like, “I don’t know why I’ve had these so long. But I think my husband was about your boyfriends size. Bring back what he doesn’t want and I’ll donate it.” Then came the part of the morning I was waiting for most of all… “DANA!” I yelled when I saw her come into the house. I must have had to pee, or been super excited to see her. “WHHAAA HA HA… AHHHH!!!” I belted as she tickled me until I felt the front of my diaper getting warm. It surprised me. For a fraction of a second I forgot what I did last night. “Uh oh! I guess I got him a little excited.” Dana said. “I’m sorry Jackie!” “Oh don't worry! I’ll change him later. That’s a fresh diaper, he was bound to do it.” Jackie contested. “He sure does like you though!” they laughed. “So... do you have big plans for the weekend?” “You know? It’s funny you say that. I had the weirdest feeling that I had made plans tonight, but I can’t remember for the life of me what they were.” Dana’s face was scrunched up as she searched for the memory. “If you’re free... a few of the other girls are going to have a little ‘wine tasting’ here tonight.” Jackie winked at Dana, making it overly obvious that it was an excuse to drink wine, and get away for a night. “If you can’t find a sitter you can bring Blair here. I’ll put her down with Blake. Shannonis going to be bringing hannah too. It won’t be a problem.” “That sounds awesome, Jackie!” Dana was literally dancing with joy. It was tantalizing. She twirled in a couple circles, dancing on her tippy toes. Her ass looked even better than normal like that. And her breasts bounced so much I was sure they were going to fall out of her low cut tank top. “Thank you so much! You’re so awesome!” She pulled Jackie into her arms, and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m only going to play for a bit longer, then I’ll go change.” I thought to myself as Jackie passed out snacks and bottles to all the little ones. Being a baby like this was great and all, but I couldn’t wait to eat some steak later. I had been crawling around in a wet diaper, playing with baby toys most of the morning. It was almost nap time when I pooped myself. “Ope... uh oh!” I cried. The mess squished and squeezed under me. It scared me more than the unexpected leak I sprung earlier, for sure. “Did my little man just make a mess. That’s some good timing!” Jackie must have noticed my spastic alarm. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and ready for a nap.” I wasn’t ready just because my pretty step mom was about to change my dirty diaper again - I knew Jackie always watched her shows during nap time. It was the perfect time for me to sneak downstairs and change out of my diapers. Just in time for me to get a hold of Dana and remind her about our little dates. I was in no rush though. I was loving every second of Jackie cleaning me up. She laid us all down shortly after, and retired to the living room. I waited at least fifteen minutes after hearing the t.v. before I made my move. I crawled out of my crib, and crept to the stairs. Luckily I grew up in this house. I knew where every squeak was on every step. I made it to my bedroom door and paused. Listening for a few seconds to see if Jackie was moving upstairs before I opened my door. My room was cleaned. “That must have been what she was doing down here this morning.” I thought to myself as I moved towards my dresser. My heart sunk as soon as I opened the drawer that used to hold my pants. It was empty! I pulled open the top drawer. Assuring myself that putting on even a pair of boxers would be enough to reverse the hypnosis. Not that it mattered. That drawer was empty too. I manically pulled all the others open to the same effect. I started to panic. “Don’t worry. There has to be something!” I whispered. Throwing open my closet doors. Empty. “They have to be somewhere!” The anxiety was real. I racked my brain with a frenzy. I didn’t think my stomach could go any lower. But it sunk even further - when I remembered Jackie’s conversation from earlier with Shannon. Those weren’t boxes of my dad’s old clothes. THEY WERE MINE! Jackie must have assumed they were his because as far as she was concerned there wasn’t anybody living there that would fit into stuff like that. “Don’t panic!” I thought again. I tore my diaper off. “She couldn’t have gotten everything!” I had thrown caution to the wind. Forgetting completely that this was a stealth mission. I was moving furniture, slamming doors, and turning the mattress. Overwrought with confusion, and dread. Hoping to at least find a sock at this point. I realized I had probably made too much of a ruckus when I heard Jackie moving around upstairs. I had mostly given up by the time she found me. I was a sad naked pile in the middle of my room when she finally found me, and rushed to my aid. “BABY!!! Don’t scare me like that!” She looked around the disaster of a room I had created. “What happened? Are you ok?” She gave me a hug. I was so stressed out I didn't even care that her god tier breasts were right in my face. “What did you do with your diaper?” She grabbed the diaper I had torn off and fastened me back into it again, before pulling me to my feet. It was, bar none, the least fun I had getting diapered by Jackie. Something caught my eye on the way up. A sparkle under one of the dressers. “My watch!” I thought, as I pulled away from Jackie’s hand. “It’s the only other thing that can fix this!” I rolled to the ground and grabbed hold of it. Clutching it like Smeagle holding the ring. I shoved it down the front of my diaper, Tommy Pickles style, before Jackie knew what I was doing. “I swear! What has gotten into you!?!” She picked me up off the ground again. I didn’t fight this time. “Mommy told you... no terrible twos. Remember?” I let Jackie put me back in my crib. I needed to make a plan. “I might only get one shot at this.” I thought. I didn’t want to risk messing this up more before the women started showing, to pick up their kids. The fantasy had gotten too real. I wasn’t ready for that level of consequential public humiliation. No matter how many nights imagined, and fetisized this exact kind of thing. I was decided to wait till the moms showed up for wine night and do it then. There was less of a chance of someone walking in and disrupting me. They all came too staggered to get them during pick up. I was going have to deal with the ones that showed up tonight first, and go from there. Dana mentioned how out of character I was when she showed up. “Somebody is a gloomy guy!” She said, when I didn’t greet her with open arms. To be honest I hadn’t even noticed she walked in. I was so preoccupied with my own thoughts. Rather my doubts. “I don’t know what has gotten into him today.” Jackie had showed up with Blair in hand. “He’s been a little monster.” She handed Dana her daughter. “Your’e still coming tonight?” “I wouldn’t miss it!” Dana returned with excitement. Taking hold of Blair, and blowing raspberries on her belly. “Who wants to have a fun night with Baby Blake... Who wants to spend all night with her little boyfriend!?!” she huffed in between playfull belly fulls. I was supposed to be DANA’S little boyfriend. Not some infantile joke. Not tonight anyway! It was a long and stressful couple hours waiting for them to show back up. I couldn’t even enjoy Jackie babying me. “What’s wrong baby? You’re always happy!?!” She egged, trying to tickle me. Even watching her change for the party didn’t get me going. I wasn’t having fun anymore. They all started arriving, and the wine started to flow. Shannon had shown up without the box of clothes. Her boyfriend must have kept them all. “Watch it is...” I thought. I only had to wait until they were nice and drunk. Easy targets. It didn’t take long. The group of women were six bottles deep in no time. I wanted a drink of alcohol so bad. After opening the seventh bottle I decided it was now or never. I had spent the whole evening surrounded by babies, while their sexy moms got drunk in front of me. I didn’t want to be a baby anymore. I wanted to drink with the beautiful women. I made my way over the playen, and toward the gaggle of women. I pulled the watch out and held it in front of me. “LOOK AT THE WATCH... LOOK AT THE... LOOOOK!!! ATT!!!...” they were barely paying attention to me. Dana noticed me first. “What do we have here?” she asked playfully, bending down to ‘my level’. “Does someone want to play with the big girls?” she asked playfully. “What have you got there?” “How did he get out again!” Jackie stumbled over towards Dana, joined by Shannon. “Such a little rascal today. wha... what's he have there?” “It looks like that magician’s watch. The one you hired a few days ago Jackie.” Shannon answered - too correctly. “Well… how did he get that?” Jackie questioned. Dana got the watch from me before Jackie. “Does someone want to be a little magician?” She asked in a cute ‘mommy voice’. She started to swing the watch above my head. “You do it like this little guy... watch it now.” I watched it swing back and forth, Jackie was right next to me now. I was trying to keep an eye on her and the watch at the same time. So I could grab it. Everytime I tried though Jackie would stop me. I started to cry from frustration. I was a thirty year old man sitting on the floor in front of a room full of women, wearing nothing but a diaper, and crying like a baby. “You're eyes are getting heavy... you are getting tired…” I could hear Dana talking but I didn’t really pay enough attention to the words. I just wanted the watch back. I kept my eyes on the prize - tried to... “ONE... TWO... THREE…” That was the last thing I remember her saying. I opened my eyes, and saw Jackie. “Is you gonna be mommy’s good boy again!?!” I giggled, and blew spit bubbles from my mouth. I didn’t really understand what Jackie was saying, but I know she was being playful. I still felt like something was wrong, but I didn’t know what. A bad feeling in my stomach. “Wow Dana... what did you say to him?” one of the women towering over me was talking to the pretty girl next to me. But i didn’t really understand what all of that meant. I wanted them to help me, but I just waved my arms around excitedly and blew more spit bubbles between laughs. I felt that bad feeling again. “I just told him that when he wakes up he was gonna be a good little baby boy for his mommy and us from now on.” Dana answered proudly. “Maybe I should go on the road. ‘the Baby Whisperer’!” They all started laughing. I didn’t understand what was so funny, but them laughing made me laugh. Then all of a sudden my stomach felt better. But there was something warm underneath me now. “I think he needs his diapers changed and he’ll be good as new.” Jackie knew what had happened even if I didn’t. I had in fact made a mess in my diaper. I just kept blowing spit bubbles, and bouncing around in the aforementioned mess while the room full of women laughed at me lovingly. “I’ll take care of him, babe.” Dana told Jackie. “You go pour me another glass of wine.” Dana led me away from the adults, and cleaned me up. A fresh diaper felt so much better. I wiggled around in it when she sat me down next to my friends Blair and Hannah. She stuck a pacifier in my mouth and waved her finger at me. “Remember what I said now... you’re gonna be a good baby from now on...” I smiled and yelled some gibberish at her as she stepped out of the big playpen and rejoined her friends. “Watch your show!” she said as Jackie handed her a full glass of wine. The women tapped their glasses together and partied the rest of the night. Me and the other babies fell asleep watching paw patrol, and babbling nonsense at each other.

I thought about that! haha. It get addressed in part three. part two is almost done!

part 2 should be posted by the end of the day!

THE MAGIC SHOW INTRODUCTION When my girlfriend broke up with me I moved back to my hometown, and started living with my step mom, Jackie. I didn’t have anywhere else to go. The condo, and our cars were all in my ex’s name. She was always the more responsible one. Living with Jackie again really filled out my cliche - that being : a thirty-one year old, struggling magician, that lives in his mom’s basement. She didn’t mind at all. Jackie had needed help working on the house ever since my father passed away last year, and welcomed the help. She ran a small daycare out of the house during the week. Which I thought would help the ‘struggling’ part of my current situation. I expected that I could score a few jobs doing kid’s parties for her clients. Most of them were single moms though. With little expendable income. I recognized a few of the women from grade school. Jackie didn’t charge them much to watch their kids. She had a soft spot for single moms. She raised my step sister all alone until she married my dad. The odd jobs around the house kept me occupied enough during the day. But, without a girlfriend to have sex with at night I was obviously left to my own devices - those being fantasies of wearing diapers and getting treated like a baby by pretty girls. It didn’t take long for all of the latter to become entangled. PART ONE ONE WEEK LATER... It was late Wednesday afternoon. I was finishing up a magic show that Jackie had helped me set up for the kids and their parents. “Okay Kids! Was that cool or what? I got one more trick for you. Who wants to see their mommy or daddy act like a chicken?” “YEAH!!... SO COOL!!!... YEAH!!!...” The kids erupted with anticipation. One little girl turned to her mom “I LIKED THE WABBIT!!! CAN I HAVE A WABBIT MOMMY!!!” The woman smiling back at the little girl was Dana - one of the girls I had recognized from high school. She caught me staring at her for a couple seconds too long. Shooting me a coy smile. I blushed, and tried to maintain my composer. “You hear that grown ups? The kids say they want to see you get HYPNOTIZED! You’re not gonna disappoint them are you?” I pulled a watch out of my pocket, and lifted it into the air. Instructing the kids to cover their ears. “Just stare at the watch now all you grown ups... you’re getting tired... Your eyes are heavy... On the count of three you will fall into a deep sleep. ONE... TWO... THREE...” The adults all slumped over in unison. “When I snap my fingers you will all wake up and be chickens until I snap my fingers again.” With one swift flick of my finger the adults all sprung from their chairs and started flapping their arms and strutting about the room. “BAWK, BAWK” they screeched as their kids rolled with laughter. I let the kids have their fun for a few minutes. “Okay! that’s long enough I think. We wouldn't want them to get stuck as chickens would we?” “OH NO!!!... TURN THEM BACK... QUICK!!!... NO!!!...” The youngsters were all shouting at once. Most of them maintained their playful giggles all the while. Until I hypnotized them too... “Okay parents that’s enough.” It took a few moments for them all to awkwardly shuffle back to their seats. “When I count to three everyone will wake up.” Adults and kids alike were staring at me through distant glassy eyes - completely unaware of what was coming next. “But... when you wake up…” my voice quivered anxiously, “ When you wake up anytime you see me wearing a diaper you will think I’m actually a baby, and treat me like one until I put my normal clothes back on again.” Dana cornered me after the show. “How have you been? I haven't seen you since High School? Blair really liked you... erm... your show... you know?” she was fumbling her words like a little school girl. “Thanks. It was my pleasure. I needed something to do. Things here are...” I trailed off not wanting to remind her that I lived with my step mom, if she was in fact flirting with me. “If you were gonna say boring. Join the club. Carsonville hasn't changed much since you left. If you’re free Friday maybe we can help each other not be bored. Here’s my number.” Dana shot me another coy smile and handed me a piece of notebook paper. “I should be free.” I tried to play cool - even though I was sure I was blushing again. Dana was pretty back then and really grew into her body nicely. I couldn’t believe she was into me. Jackie was in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine by the time I joined her in the kitchen, after showing to her car. “Celebrate a good show before dinner?” she asked as she poured two very big cups. Jackie liked her wine. And I was never one to turn down a drink. We finished the bottle before Jackie started cooking, and another one at dinner. Needless to say I was pretty drunk as I rushed to the basement the second I had finished eating. I was obviously excited to get myself into a diaper, but now there was an urgency. I had to pee so bad after drinking all that wine. I tore my clothes off with a hurry on the way to my room, and quickly tapped a diaper from my personal stash around my hips. I was walking like Frankenstein’s monster on my way back to Jackie. Trying to hold the pee in until she saw me. Jackie was cleaning the dishes. She had her back to me when I stepped back into the kitchen. My heart was pounding. It would be so embarrassing if the hypnosis didn’t work. But even still - I was so drunk... thinking about her actual reaction to me pissing myself right in front of her. Wearing nothing but a giant baby diaper, nursery print and all. It was giving me a hard on. This was happening now, for better or worse. I didn’t have to put any effort into it at all. As soon as I let go a little I could feel the front of my diaper start growing warmer. “Mommy…” I squeaked, tugging at the back of Jackie’s dress. “I have a acciwent...” Jackie turned around, and let out a gasp. I feared the worst. Her big blue eyes were wider than I’d ever seen them, filled with a look of horror - one that you would find on a woman who just saw her thirty one year old step son pissing in a giant baby diaper and talking to her like he was a toddler. My heart skipped a beat or two - before her eyes glassed over, and her mouth relaxed into a smile. She knelt down and poked my belly. “Did mommy's little man have an accident?” She cood at me. “We will have to clean him up before beddy-bye. Yes we will.” It worked! I was so relieved. “I go peepee!” I shouted at her in excitement. “I want sleep with you!” Jackie put the last dish away and took my hand. “Okay baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jackie took me to my room, and laid me on the bed, and untaped my wet diaper. She gently cleaned me with baby wipes, cooing at me as she did. “Somebody really made their diaper wet didn’t he?” she slid a fresh diaper underneath me, and shook the baby powder over my naked body. “We’ll use extra powder this time. Baby doesn’t want a rash.” she booped my nose before fastening the last tape. “All clean!” “Play mommy! Play!” I demanded. As I wiggled around in my diaper. “In the morning it’s bedtime now. Come on.” She helped me up, and led me out of the room by my hand. “I really have to do something with this room.” she said as she shut the lights out and led me upstairs to the nursery. She tried to put me in one of the cribs that she used for the daycare, but i fought her. “I wan play with mommy!” I protested, trying to squirm away from her and the crib. “Someone is feisty tonight isn’t he?” I was still drunk. “Well mommy is gonna go to bed soon too baby. I guess you can stay up with me while I get ready. I followed Jackie to her room with a smile from ear to ear. Everything was going perfect. It got better once she situated me in the middle of her bed. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. My erection throbbed in my diaper as I watched my beautiful step mom undress. She was nearing 50 but her body was still something to behold. “Come on, and be good for mommy.” She leaned across the bed to grab me. Her breasts were inches from my face as she scooped me towards her. There wasn’t a thought otherwise. I grabbed her bosom and played with it as she scooted me to the edge of the bed. Latching onto her nipples when they close enough to my mouth. “MAMA!!!” I babbled and I sucked on it before she pulled me off. “You’re too old for those, baby!” she giggled. “Mommy will make you a bottle after her shower.” Jackie pulled me away from her and sat me on the bathroom floor before slipping her smooth legs into the tub. After the bath she made me a bottle as promised and laid me down in the crib for bed. At this point I was ready to be alone with my thoughts. I spent all night playing with myself and making a mess in my diaper for Jackie to change in the morning. The morning was just as fulfilling. Jackie woke me up in the morning. And changed my diaper. Treating me just as much like her little baby as she did the night before. She fixed me a bottle and sat me down in the play area, just in time for the other kids to start getting dropped off. “Isn’t he cute… he’s getting so big!” the other moms would praise me as they dropped their little ones off. I was especially happy when Dana showed up to drop her daughter off. “DANA!” I squealed as I made my way over to her on my hands and knees. Reaching up at her when I made my way to her feet. “KISS!!! KISS DANA!!!” “Aww... He’s so precious Jackie.” Dana knelt down and wrapped her arms around me and smooched myface. “So smart!” she huffed. “You make sure Blair has a good day big guy. I'm Counting on youOUWEE!” I had grabbed a handful of her butt before she pulled away and surprised her. She hoisted herself up rather quickly. I tried to get a handful of her breast before it was too late. But only managed to pull her blouse open. “Oh my! Watch out for this one!” she laughed, quickly covering the bright red bra I had just exposed. Her cheeks were as red as it was. “Honestly I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” Jackie said apologetically. “He tried to latch onto mine last night. You don’t think it was too early to put him on the bottle do you? “They have to grow up sometime.” she laughed. Buttoning up her shirt. “But boys will be boys. I have to run though. See you tonight Jackie. I spent all day playing with my step mom and the other babies. The last hour was a struggle to not mess myself. Not that I didn’t want to... I just wanted to do it in front of Dana. She couldn't have come sooner. “Blair is just waking up from her nap, let me go get her. Wait here.” Jackie gestured towards the couch before making her way to the nursery. “And how is my favorite little man?” Dana turned her attention to me. My attention was focused on her perky breasts since she walked in. I crawled over to her, making baby noises, already starting to pee a little in my diaper with every step. “Dana!” I babbled playfully as I crawled up onto the couch and into her lap. She bounced me around playfully for a few minutes before she discovered that I was wet. By that time i was already scrunching my face up, as I buried it in her cleavage. Even though I had to go poop so bad it still took a lot of conscious effort to mess myself. “Uh Oh! Is someone making a stinky!?!” Dana was pinching her nose and snaking it in my face. “Does someone need a diapee change?” she asked me playfully. I wiggeled around on top of her. Smearing the mess I made underneath me. Giggling, and pointing at the pile of my special diapers. “DIAPER!” I yelled and pointed again. “Okay, okay! I guess I can help your mommy out. It’s the least I can do.” I couldn’t believe it. Dana - the 2007 cheerleading captain - my crush - the women I was going on a date with tomorrow night was changing my diaper. “Stop that!” Dana demanded playfully. Pulling my hand of her breast one more time. “Looks like he likes yours as much as mine. You didn’t have to do that.” Jackie had come back with Blair as Dana was finishing my diaper change “Here I’ll trade you.” I took one more chance while she was distracted to grope her breast. I laid awake that night thinking about how hard it still was to poop myself. Even though I wanted to. It didn’t take that much thinking... When I was sure Jackie was asleep I snuck out of my crib and made my way to my room downstairs. I grabbed my pocket watch and watched it swing in the mirror. When I felt myself getting drowsy I pressed play on a recording I had just made. I could hear my own voice as I drifted further away...“When you're wearing diapers you will no longer be potty trained. You have no control over when you pee or poop. You’ll be just like a real baby until you wear your big boy clothes.” When I came to, I waddled back to my crib and fell asleep. Anxious for Jackie to wake me up for one more afternoon of fun before I had to put my real clothes back on for a little while. Tomorrow would be Friday - Dana’s and my date! There was no way I wasn't going to be thinking about that sexy woman changing my diaper the whole time.