Return To Innocence, Chapters 10 - 15

[BBoy]

The Return to Innocence - Part 10, Rob’s Story

by BBoy

This is the first chapter which is about Rob Leahey, the Professor from the lab, and his experience regressing into infancy. Rob who is now a mere 10 months old had to get there somehow. This is his story…

Rob looked down at himself and his fresh diaper then pulled his index finger from his mouth. “It been a cwazy week. It started the day afta da accident wiff da DNAM…” Rob began to reminisce about the past week, his tiny high pitched child’s voiced seemed odd when coupled with the large vocabulary.

For Rob the nightmare started as he walked into the lab Friday morning when he experienced a wave of nausea. “Not today, not the flu when I’m going on vacation. Just my luck, at least it can’t get worse.” Rob said under his breath.

Today’s schedule was tight if he wanted to be out of the lab by early afternoon. Margaret, his wife should have the mini-van packed and their son Benjamin ready to go. He had to make sure everyone had their tasks to be done over the next week while he was gone. There were meetings and last minute paper work that needed to be done before leaving.

The DNAM tests had been going well however the next round of tests needed to be prepped. Rob was hoping to start the next round of experiments once he returned from vacation. He busied himself all morning and skipped lunch so he could be done as soon as possible. His final task was a meeting with his assistants and make sure the lab will run smoothly in his absence. As the meeting wrapped up, his lab assistants duties spelled out and plans for the next couple of weeks Rob felt confident the lab would be on schedule.

After the short meeting at 1pm Rob was out the door of the lab and on his way home. The bouts of nausea were brief but annoying, however he could live with it as long as they were out of town by 2pm. Michelle was a stickler for schedules and organization, which was fine as he was more than happy that someone else ran his home life.

He sat back and pondered what the next two weeks would be like, sitting on the cottage deck having a beer and reading a book. No deadlines and no pressure. Suddenly Rob groaned as he realized his cell phone was back at the office. “No matter, I didn’t need it anyway, I’m on holidays!”

The small Honda pulled into the house at 1:30 pm, Rob was impressed that he was still on schedule. Jumping out of the car, Rob doubled over as a wave of nausea hit him. Once the sickness passed Rob felt like he had more energy. It seemed to be the only positive thing about his latest illness is that he could keep going and stay to his hectic schedule. His back which he injured skiing a few years ago didn’t hurt like it normally did and the tendonitis in his shoulder ached less since getting this flu..

Rob charged into the house where Michelle was cleaning up from lunch. “I honey I’m home from work!” Michelle looked over from the dishes in the sink and smiled at her hubby, “You actually made it home on time, why don’t you help me by getting Benny ready for the trip. Everything is packed and ready to go as soon as you are ready.” Jeff was happy to help and get the vacation under way as soon as possible.

Rob turned into the living room where Benny was in the playpen. His 26 month old son was standing at the side holding on to the mesh wall jumping up and down while squealing at the arrival of Dad. As Rob came close to Benny he could tell that the toddler had processed his lunch. “How can you stand that smell?” Rob stated as his face twisted from the reek emanating from Benny’s back end. He enjoyed being with his son but there was one indisputable fact about babies, they were messy. Toddlers threw up, drooled, smeared dinner everywhere and made the worst stenches. What was worse, they didn’t seem to care. Diaper clad children always seemed impervious to the rank odor.

Michelle had wanted to have a second child but Rob had made excuses why ‘now was not the time’, but for Rob it was that he didn’t want to deal with another baby while they had Benjamin. One baby was enough to deal with at a time. More than once Rob had been thankful for Michelle’s organizational ability and she did run a tight household.

Rob picked up Ben and carried his son upstairs to the nursery. Ben’s nursery was a baby’s dream room. Brightly coloured with pictures of clouds, bunnies and ducks surrounded the walls and all of the furniture. Rob had made the creation of Ben’s room a personal hobby of planning, imagining and painting. Rob had spent most of his time before Ben’s birth preparing the room. All the furniture was hand picked , Rob enjoyed building the room as he reflected on what a child would want in a room. There were even times where Rob kneeled down so he would get his son’s perspective from the crib or floor.

The building of the baby’s room did not lessen Rob’s distain for changing stinky dirty diapers. Ben was lowered on to the changing table and his pant’s legs unbuttoned for quick changes. Next the diaper was opened showing the area of devastation, Rob deftly used the dirty diaper to wipe up his son’s skin before throwing it in the garbage. Then using a baby wipe he cleaned up the last of the mess. Rob then applied a good dose of baby powder and a fresh diaper. Finally refastening the pants Rob was done the most hated of tasks. “I’ll never get used to that smell.”

Benjamin was then given a kiss on the cheek and taken back to the dining room, where Michelle was finishing up. “All right you two let’s get going!” With Michelle’s announcement Rob headed straight to the van, where everything was ready to go.

After locking up the house they were on their way, as the day progressed Rob had a few more bouts of nausea however he was sure he was feeling better. By nightfall they were at the cabin, a beautiful red cedar log cabin beside a small lake. It was Rob’s job to haul all the gear from the van and into the cabin, the task wouldn’t be so bad except it included all of Benjamin’s furniture or it seemed like most of it. Along with Ben’s playpen, there was his change table, crib, high chair, toys and other items that were essential. It was Rob’s job to get Ben’s gear set-up and he didn’t have long before the baby would be off to bed.

After setting up a make shift changing pad on a small dresser, Rob got to building the crib. It didn’t take too long since he had already set it up a few times in the past. By the time Benjamin was ready for bed his nursery was prepared. Even with all the effort his father put into the new room, Ben whimpered when finally put in his crib for the night. It was obvious that the little guy wanted to be in his old room.

Finally the two were alone. Michelle had put their food and clothes away but now she wanted a break. They sat on the deck over looking a beautiful lake with the moonlight reflecting off the water. It was their piece of heaven for the next week.

Michelle looked at her lover and gazed over him. “Honey, have you died your hair? It seems darker and fuller than usual.” Rob was surprised by the comment but thought nothing of it. “I don’t need to dye my hair, I’ve only got a couple grey hairs.” Michelle giggled at Rob’s response. He had started going grey when he was 35 but now at 42 Rob was looking more mature and respectable with his salt and pepper appearance, now covered by the darkness.

Finally she reached over and kissed her lover on the lips, Rob was immediately aroused and joined in. He straddled her, enthusiastically kissing and probing her mouth with his tongue. Rob caressed her breasts before moving down to suck on the ends of her teats. As he began to touch them the nipple became hard and she groaned in ecstasy, she missed the feeling of nursing Benjamin but Rob was a close second. Michelle was surprised by his arousal and aggressive love making. Rob hadn’t been like this since they started dating years ago. Not that she was complaining but it did take her by surprise.

In the morning Rob got up first and decided to go for a jog. He hadn’t felt this good in years and decided it would be a good way to start off his vacation. He left Michelle sleeping and snuck into his son’s room where Benjamin was already awake. Quietly he gave his son a diaper change and a baby bottle full of water. This immediately calmed Ben down and allowed him to put the baby back to sleep for another hour or two. With his son taken care of Rob was on his way for a run.

Rob enjoyed a morning jog. Recently he hadn’t been out as often, this was mainly due to Benjamin and the responsibility of having a baby. Rob wouldn’t change a thing but he did miss jogging regularly. The run was going surprisingly well, after 5 km Rob hadn’t felt like slowing down; however a new wave of nausea hit him and almost caused him to fall down. Rob was dejected, he thought his mysterious illness had passed instead he was feeling the worst cause of nausea since it began.

After stopping for a few minutes Rob decided to turn back for the cabin. He started jogging back but after another 3 km Rob again was hit with another wave of nausea. Once it passed he again started jogging determined to finish his run. Before he arrived back at the cabin he had to stop once more, somehow the exercise seemed to double the amount of nausea.

As he walked in the door of the cabin, Rob was again feeling pretty good. The nausea had passed and everything was back to normal. Michelle was up and preparing breakfast, when she turned around and jumped back when seeing a much younger version of her husband.

“What the hell happened to you!” Michelle almost screamed at the sight of Rob. It was obvious the person in front of her was her husband but there were some drastic changes. Rob looked dejected and started to explain his bouts of nausea but Michelle cut him off. “No! Go look in the mirror, your not the same!”

Rob was not completely sure he understood his wife’s hysterics. He went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He almost fell over when he saw his reflection. It was him but back when he was 18! The slender athletic frame and full dark head of hair was and instant reminder of his youth. Rob sat down on the toilet and began to think, trying to reason how this could be happening.

“It must have something to do with the DNAM but how? It was never designed for the output needed to do something like this, if it was even possible. Finally it dawn on him, they were running an overload test on the system when the accident knocking the equipment over. That explained part of the problem and why he would be regressing in age but certainly didn’t give him an immediate answer how to reverse the process.

Finally he walked out of the bathroom and over to Michelle where he sat down at the table. “It must have been an accident at work that caused me become younger.” Michelle stood there stunned still trying to understand what was happening. “Are you going to die or get sicker?” Michelle queried.

“No I’m not going to die or get sick, in fact I’m very healthy right now. I doubt I can get much younger than another year, maybe two.” Rob went on to explain what had happened at the lab the other day and how the changes were happening. Once Michelle understood that it wasn’t permanent, that she would get her husband back within a few weeks, her actually started to get excited. “I guess it’s not really illegal then if I sleep with a minor tonight?” as she bent down to kiss her husband, then went back to finish breakfast while Rob had a shower.

He still couldn’t believe what was happening but there was nothing he could do. Even calling Tim or Jeff, his lab assistants were out of the question because he left his cell phone at home. Not that either of them could do anything for him right now. All Rob could do was wait for the regression to stop before trying a couple of ideas he had to reverse the process.

Rob busied himself for the day working on odd jobs around the cabin. He still suffered from the inevitable waves of nausea however they were never as intense, however he still seemed to get younger slowly.

By Monday Rob had not stopped getting younger as he had promised. Now he looked more the part of someone who was 12 years old. His voice had begun to crack getting higher and the hair on his chest had begun to recede. The well shaped muscles had all but disappeared on Saturday and Sunday he watched the last vestiges of adulthood disappear.

As the week progressed Rob was adjusting to his new temporary life. Michelle had all but taken over the family and was now telling Rob what to do and when to go to bed. Rob never complained as he realized his new place in the family and besides deep down he always wanted to be dominated by his wife. She was an ‘A’ type personality, someone who wanted to be in charge, whereas Rob was more willing to follow.

- to be continued.

The Return to Innocence, Part 11, Rob’s Story

by BBoy

Wednesday came and Rob was now looking more like a 6 year old. His small body had become skinny, without most features that told a person he was beyond the first grade. Rob could hardly recognize himself except that he remembered all the old family pictures from this age.

His adult clothes had been out grown by Sunday forcing Michelle to run into town and get a few temporary sizes. Michelle was a little less naïve than Rob and realized that the regression might not stop for a while. When Michelle went shopping for clothes she made sure to get a variety of sizes just to be on the safe side.

Even now those clothes Michelle purchased on Sunday were far too big for his size and Rob was constantly pulling up his pants. She decided another trip to the clothing store was in order however she figured that this trip would be better made without Rob around. He had protested during the last trip when Michelle brought sizes down to age 7, “I will never need anything that small.” Those words still reverberated in her head. “This time I won’t make the same mistake.” She mused to herself.

Michelle collected up her purse and car keys before stopping to talk with Rob. “Honey I won’t be gone long but I have to run into the local town and purchase some new clothes for you. There is no way you can go on using those oversized clothes. Besides I still have the receipt so they can probably be returned.” Rob nodded in agreement, “But what about Benny, we can’t leave him here alone?” Michelle giggled at his comment, sometimes Rob could be a little dense. “No honey I need you to stay behind and watch Benny. I realize there probably isn’t much you can do so I’ve put him in the playpen, you just need to watch over him.” Rob agreed with Michelle and watched as she marched out the door and to the van.

Rob was a little dejected, partially because he needed new clothes however he was mainly sad because he was no longer able to do the tasks afforded to people his age. The point was driven home when Michelle had stated that Ben was beyond his capability to care for.

Michelle returned a couple hours later carrying all sorts of bags, Rob assumed his wife had gone over board with her shopping trip as was her style. Michelle brought the bags into the cabin and placed them in the second bedroom where Benny was staying. Upon returning to the living room Michelle stopped and sniffed the air, “Someone smells poopy!”

Rob immediately felt threaten by the comment and blurted out, “Not me, I can use the toilet. I don’t need diapers! It’s Benny’s fault!”

Michelle grinned at her young husband’s immature response to the situation. Just to tease Rob, she walked over and kneeled down beside her husband. Before Rob knew what was happening Michelle held on to Rob’s shoulder with one hand and pulled on the back of Rob’s underwear with the other as if she was looking to see if there was a mess inside. She then put two fingers down the front to see if he had wet himself. Rob tried to move away in embarrassment however Michelle had a firm grip of his shoulder. “What are you doing?” he yelled. “I’m not a baby, I didn’t mess my diaper…I mean underwear! I told you it was Benny, go check his diapers”

“I’m just checking both my little guys, you never know when they might have an accident.” Michelle giggled as she made the comment. Treating Rob like a little kid was actually fun and poking at his insecurities was going to be the highlight of her day. “Okay then, you didn’t make the mess this time, now go run along and play while I take care of Benny.” Rob didn’t complain about the comment since he was relieved to get away from Michelle. Frankly he was a little scared Michelle might find something. His control had weakened over the past 48 hours and found it difficult to hold on for extended periods of time.

After Michelle had finished changing Benny she returned and led Rob by the hand into the bedroom. “Honey I bought some new clothes for you, why don’t you try some on that fit?” Michelle then dug into the bag and removed shirt and pants set, as Rob removed his clothes Michelle produce some new underwear for him to wear. As Michelle handed it to Rob he noticed right away there was something different about them, “You’re not going to make me wear training pants? I’m too old for that.” Michelle was waiting for that response, “Honey, you should wear these training pants. Your underwear is damp, so I think it’s time for these, unless you want the alternative.” With that statement Michelle removed a bag of Pull-ups to show Rob. This gave an instant reaction of horror from Rob, who immediately accepted the offer of training pants.

Although the underwear had no fly and a little more padding in the front they were otherwise the same. Rob started to wonder why he had complained in the first place, besides the cute picture on the front of Mickey Mouse made him smile.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Rob still had sporadic waves of nausea however they would pass. He would read for a while however the books seemed somewhat boring and would soon get distracted by one of Ben’s colourful toys or a bird sitting in the tree.

When 9pm arrived Michelle took Ben from his playpen and prepared him for bed. Rob sat on the couch fiddling with the DVD player controls, he tried to read scientific paper he’d brought with him but he had struggled to hold his attention especially since it was getting late and he was tired. 15 minutes later Michelle came back for Rob. “Honey, come on it’s bedtime.”

Rob looked up at Michelle with his big blue eyes looking mournful before he had even asked the question. “Am I sleeping with Benny tonight?”

Michelle was a little surprised, not expecting Rob to have known that the decision had already been made. “Yes hon. You are about the same age as Ben so I think it is wise to keep the same sleep schedule also. Having the two of you sleep in the same room makes sense.”

Rob had predicted that Michelle would ask to bunk them together either tonight or tomorrow. It was logical and Rob was too tired to object. He slid down off the couch and followed his wife into the bedroom.

As he was getting ready for bed Michelle opened the bag of Pull-ups and handed one to Rob. The little man seemed confused by the offer, “I thought we already discussed this and I don’t need diapers?” Rob said being a little confused. “No these are disposable training pants, not a diaper. You have been a little damp all day and I’m not going to clean up the sheets in the morning. It’s either these training pants or a spanking.” Michelle stated with a determined look on her face. Rob knew right away she meant business and did not want to start a fight, it would only end in Rob’s defeat. As he removed the cotton training pants he noticed they were in fact damp, no matter how hard Rob tried he seemed to constantly dribble.

Rob put on the new underwear but struggled to get it over his waist, Michelle put her hands on both sides and gave it a gentle tug and the training pants easily slid up over his hips. Rob took a step forward and cringed as the outer plastic covering crinkled between his legs. Rob was not pleased with the new clothing however there was little he could do about it at the present time. Tomorrow he would have to talk with Michelle about the training pants and have her stop this unnecessary practice.

When morning came he was woken up by his roommate’s squeals and smells. It was obvious that Benny had messed in his diaper. Rob could only roll his eyes and try to sleep however the noise and commotion was only going to get worse as Michelle entered the room. She quickly changed Ben, “Oh Benny, when are you going to be potty trained.” They had started two months ago however Ben’s success was sporadic. “I guess we can’t expect you to be dry over night but it will come with time.” She then picked Ben up, and laid him back in the crib, handed him a baby bottle of water and turned her attention to her newest child.

Pulling back the sheets she slid two fingers down Rob’s Pull-ups. Before Rob could object she smiled, “Honey it’s time to get you changed, your soaking wet.” Rob was stunned by the comment, it was one thing to be a little damp but to complete soak one’s underwear was far more embarrassing. She helped Rob out of bed and walked with him to the bathroom where she removed his wet Pull-ups and helped clean him up. Finally she put a clean pair of Pull-ups on Rob instead of the regular cotton training pants.

Michelle put a shirt on her husband and told him to go play. Rob ran from the bathroom stopping momentarily, he looked down and groaned and realised he was still wearing disposables. In the end it didn’t really matter and he quickly carried on his merry way to find a book to read.

As the day progressed Rob was getting a little concerned. His height had continued to drop and was now just taller than Benjamin. This could only mean he had slipped below 3 years old, if the regression didn’t stop soon he would become the one thing he loathed. A small stinky, smelly baby, that would need changing and constant assistance, unable to do anything for himself. Rob hated to change Benny so he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live in the stench.

That afternoon he was reminded of the tenuous hold he had on his bodily functions. Busy playing on Benny’s rocking horse he got excited and started laughing while bouncing up and down in the saddle pretending to be a cowboy. The sudden up and down motion had caused him to start peeing. Realizing immediately what he had done, he stood up, grabbed the plastic covering around his crotch and concentrated until the flow stopped. Then quickly he ran to the bathroom and sat on the potty chair. It took some time and effort to start peeing again. For some reason he had a hard time making himself pee. He had a hard time stopping it a minute ago and yesterday it would have been no problem to pee on-demand but now it took a real effort. Rob start there for ten minutes until the familiar sound of splashing could be heard in the potty.

Relieved that he had finished, Rob now had to hide the wet underwear. He could not put them back on because they were very wet and the wetness indicator had changed colour and Michelle would notice the difference and want to change him. What was worse she might think he was now beyond hope and needed to wear more protection than training pants provided. He didn’t want to be caught by Michelle walking to the bedroom naked, so he had to wear his mistake. Feeling slightly disgusted he put the cold and wet training pants back on and walk through the living room, past Michelle and into the bedroom. There he found a new disposable training pant under the changing table. Removing his used pair he pulled on the clean underwear, placed the used one in the garbage can. It was higher then he expected and had to reach up to put them in the can, when the wet pair hit the bottom it made a loud thud. Rob grimaced hoping no one heard. He waited a moment then quietly made his way from the bedroom and past his wife, without looking guilty.

“Honey, is everything okay? I heard you in the bathroom and bedroom.” Michelle inquired while reading a magazine.

Rob stopped dead in his tracks, afraid he had been discovered. “Yes. Of course everything is okay. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“No reason.” She said while hiding behind her magazine. She had guessed there might have been an accident but it really didn’t matter. Pressing the issue would have only caused undo humiliation.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening Rob was paranoid by the idea he might have another accident. Every 20 minutes he would rush to the potty just to make sure there were no problems. By early evening he was still in the same pair of training pants and proud of his success even if they were a little damp. Unfortunately the dam broke at dinner time. After finishing a meal of macaroni, which he mostly ate with his hands and a jar of yellow mush spoon fed to him, Rob was content to lay back on the floor and drink from his sippy cup. His mind relaxed as he drifted in memories of his childhood. Images of his first Mommy and how happy he was, how peaceful his early childhood had been flooded his mind and created an inner calm. Half way through the sippy cup his bladder exerted pressure, he opened his eyes, stood up and quickly made his way to the bathroom. When he arrived he found Benjamin happily sitting on the potty. Rob was stunned that he could not use it immediately. Moving over to the toilet he was going to scale the porcelain bowl when Michelle came in and stopped him. “Oh no, you are too small to be using the toilet. You might fall in which neither of us wants to happen. You can wait for Benny to finish.”

Rob looked up at Michelle with desperation on his face. “I have to go now! Can’t Benny wait for two minutes?”

“No. We are trying to train Benny and I don’t think it’s a good idea to stop him now.” Michelle reached up to a shelf above the potty and grabbed a disposable pull-up, handing it to Rob. “If you can’t wait, then just go.”

Rob did agree that training Benny to use the toilet was important. Both he and Michelle had been frustrated by their son’s progress and desperately wanted him to be successful soon. Rob had no option and he couldn’t wait much longer. Walking out of the bathroom he turned the corner, stopped and dropped his head in shame. He could feel the pee wash over the front of his training pants. Michelle knelt behind him putting a hand on his shoulder. “Its okay honey, this is not an accident. The potty was busy and you had no choice right now.” When he was done Michelle led him into the bedroom. She removed his wet training pants, gave him a cursory wipe while he stood there and helped him step into a fresh pull-up. By the time he was in a fresh pull-up, tears were trickling down his face as he tried valiantly to hold onto his composure as best he could. Finally he left for the living room where he could recover from the embarrassment in private.

That night, when bedtime came he made one last prayer that this whole nightmare would stop by morning. Michelle tucked him into the bed beside Benjamin’s crib as he quickly slipped into unconsciousness. “Tomorrow will be better than today” he repeated over and over in his head.

- to be continued.

The Return to Innocence - Part 12, Rob’s Story

by BBoy

When Friday morning came Rob was again waken up by Michelle as she entered the room to check up on the two kids. As Michelle busied herself with Ben, Rob just laid in bed trying to erase the cobwebs from his mind without luck. Rob could hear Michelle making baby talk with Ben and the unmistakable coo’s and bah’s that came from Ben’s as he reveled in the attention. Once Ben had his diaper changed and given his bottle Ben quieted down.

Michelle then checked up on her husband, by again slipping two fingers down his Pull-ups. “Oh dear honey, you’ve had another accident. It also seems that have gotten smaller over night because your Pull-ups don’t fit anymore and you peed all over the bed.” Rob began to cry when he realised his total lack of toilet training. As a man, loosing control of something as infantile as his bladder was too much to bear. His inner child began to surface and he started to vent at the world around him, releasing the high pitched wail of an upset baby.

Michelle picked up her husband and began to cuddle and console him. Slowly Rob calmed down and his cries became sniffles. While holding Rob, Michelle noticed how small he had gotten overnight. Her husband was now definitely smaller than Ben and if she had to guess Rob was probably about 18 months old. Michelle laid her husband on the changing table which immediately brought a response from the little man, Rob began to cry again as he knew what the changing table meant. Michelle tried to console him but there was no stopping the tears right now, he was completely humiliated and miserable that he was now going to wear a baby’s diaper.

Michelle removed his wet pajamas and socks before releasing the tabs on his Pull-ups. She lifted up his tiny bottom and pulled away the wet undergarment. Rob then stopped crying momentarily as he shivered at the cold baby wipe that was rubbed across his groin. Michelle then spread a liberal portion of baby power onto his skin before lifting his legs, sliding one of his son’s diapers under his bottom and fastening it shut. Michelle then put Rob in one of Ben’s sleepers which fit even though it was a little large. Finally she put Rob in the playpen with a blanket and small pillow, “I’m sorry honey but until I get the bed cleaned up you will have to sleep in the playpen. I want you to sleep for another hour before I get you up for the day.” With that Michelle closed the door behind her leaving Rob to lie in bed completely exhausted from his crying episode.

As Rob lay in bed he put his hand down into the sleeper and felt his new diaper. It had a soft plastic outside that crinkled when he pushed it but what he noticed most was how big the garment was. He tried to put his hand down the front however Michelle had fastened the diaper tightly, just like he did with Ben’s diapers so kids couldn’t play with themselves. As Rob lay in bed and pondered what the next few days would involve, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Later that morning Rob woke up when Michelle entered to deal with her two children. Michelle first busied herself with Rob, she lifted the little man out of the playpen and onto the changing table. She again put two fingers down his diaper, which brought an objection from Rob. “I can tell you if my diaper needs to be changed, you don’t have to keep checking.” Michelle just cut him off in mid-sentence, “Nonsense, babies don’t always know if they have peed in their pants, I’ll have to check you regularly just like we do with Benny.” Rob knew she was right, Ben had his diaper checked every few hours because most babies don’t notice or care it they are clean or dirty. Without regular monitoring babies tend to get diaper rash, which was painful and made Ben fuss constantly. Yet another humiliation was forced upon Rob, which he would have to endure.

“Well this time you are dry so I won’t change your dyedee.” With that statement Michelle proceeded to dress Rob in a cute set of blue and yellow shortalls. Rob recognized the clothes since he picked them out for Ben about 6 months ago. At the time Rob thought they were cute and expected Benny would like them also, however when Rob was dressed in them now and he felt very odd wearing pastel blue and yellow. Finally he had socks and little running shoes put on his feet before being lowered to the floor.

Rob stood there for a few seconds under the watchful eye of Michelle. Not knowing how Rob would react to his new babyhood, she hovered over him while he wobbled uneasily with his new uncoordinated balance. Finally Rob took a few steps forward before he looked around him at the massive size of all the furniture. The baby’s crib used to reach his belly button but now it stood at least two or three times larger than him. Even the chair in the corner would take a great effort to scale.

Rob then noticed the mirror hanging from the door. He slowly waddled over and stood in front, the reflection looking back at him was quite impressive. Standing in front of him was an 18 month old toddler with wispy black hair and very cute dimples. Rob tried to look behind himself but found that he couldn’t move his head without twisting his torso. He had noticed this in Ben also, apparently the spinal column was fused at this age and only gave him limited movement. When he again tried to look behind his balance gave out and fell on his padded bottom. At first he expected it to hurt, instead he was quite surprised at the lack of any pain from falling over. Now he realized why babies and small kids didn’t mind and even enjoyed falling all the time.

Rob turned around in his sitting position and looked up at Michelle as she worked on their son. Unfortunately there was not much to watch from this perspective with all the activity happening above the counter which was obscured from his view. He could hear Michelle as she played and made baby talk with Ben as she dressed him for a day of fun and games. Rob became fixated on the activity above him and the conversation the two were having. It wasn’t much different than when he took care of Ben however from his new perspective it became fascinating, he was almost jealous of the attention Ben was getting.

When Michelle was done she put Benjamin back in the crib and started to move the playpen into the living room when she almost tripped over Rob. “Rob be careful! Someone is going to step on you if you don’t watch out.” With Michelle’s sudden shock and exclamation, she instantly reached down and picked Rob up depositing him in the crib. When Michelle stood Rob on the crib mattress his legs almost collapsed. Reaching up and grasping the rail allowed the little man to keep his balance long enough to steady himself.

“Wow, dis isn’t as easy as it seem. I not used to these wegs yet” Rob frowned at his pronunciation, he hadn’t spoken since last night and his speech had drastically changed. He put a finger in his mouth and probed the inside and found he was missing a lot of teeth. From his best guess he had three or four on the top of his mouth and about the same on the bottom. At least for the moment.

Once Rob had braced himself, Michelle busied herself with the playpen moving it into the living room where she could keep an eye on her children. Rob for the first time was trapped without an exit, forced to stay in his new confines until Michelle returned. Rob found this a little unnerving that he was now completely under another person’s control. If it had been someone else other than Michelle he would have objected more, however he new that Michelle would take good care of him.

On the other side of the crib was Ben dressed in a dark blue shirt and red coveralls with yellow socks and shoes. “Now that outfit looks much better. At least I did have some fashion sense when shopping.” Benjamin had a finger stuck in his mouth and a huge grin on his face. Right away Rob knew what Ben was thinking. His son had a new playmate, another baby his size to play with and babble at. Rob realized he would be spending a lot of time with his son and would have to play a lot games with him. The idea of stacking blocks and sharing a soother did not excite Rob in the least.

Benjamin showed his excitement and toddled effortlessly across the mattress. Now standing toe to toe with his son, Rob had a sinking feeling in his stomach. Ben was an inch or two taller than he was and by the way he cruised across the mattress his balance and ability to walk were far better than his. Unless Rob was very careful he was going to be the weaker, less dominant member of this pair.

“Da-da wittle!” Ben exclaimed.

“Oh god, it has already started. I’m really not going to like this.” Rob realized.

Soon Michelle reappeared, picked up Ben and took him to the living room where the playpen was set up. Next she came back for her husband, picked him up and carried him next to her chest. Rob was impressed how easy it was for Michelle to bear his weight. With one arm under his butt he was carried effortlessly. Rob laid his head on her breast and enjoyed the ride. He noticed that Michelle’s breasts seemed larger than normal however he just assumed that like everything else in his new world Michelle was bigger just like everything else.

“Pwease don’h puh me wiff Benny in da pwaypen. He’s bigga dan me.” Michelle giggled at the increasing problems Rob had with speaking, Rob was really sounding like a toddler except with a larger vocabulary. She wondered if he got much smaller if he’d loose his ability to speak, similar to the toilet training problems he now faced.

“It’s okay honey I’ll keep the two of you separated but you are going to have to play with your son part of the day. There are going to be times during the day I can’t keep an eye on you, so you will have to spend time with him in the playpen.” Michelle understood that it was not going to be easy for Rob to adjust but he was going to have to try and make the best of the situation.

Rob was placed on the floor and allowed to roam free. For the first time he was given the chance to move around and get used to his new body. Rob immediately noticed he was not walking normally, both the thickness of his diaper and the angle of his feet which rotated out caused him to waddle instead of walking normally. This didn’t completely surprise Rob as he just watched his son learn to walk. He toddled around the room finding that at this age the act of walking seemed like a fun expedition. Again he noticed his balance was not very good and toppled over every few minutes, especially when he didn’t concentrate on the act of walking.

Soon Rob was hoisted off the ground and carried into the kitchen. As he passed the playpen Ben was happily drinking from his sippy cup, obviously Ben had finished his breakfast and now it was Rob’s turn. Michelle placed her husband in the high chair and strapped him in. Next Michelle maneuvered behind Rob and wrapped a feeding bid around his neck. Rob was already starting to feel uncomfortable about the whole process however he was somewhat prepared as he had done the same to his son Benjamin.

Michelle sat down in front and opened two small bottles of baby food. “Now I really don’t think I need to be hand fed baby food, just give me some cereal and a spoon.” Rob inquired to his much larger wife. “Absolutely not! I saw you check how many teeth you have and baby food is exactly what you should be fed at this age.” With that statement Michelle shoved a generous portion of strained pears into his mouth. The food had little in common with real pears and he didn’t remember ever eating pears that had been liquefied.

By the end of the meal Rob’s bib was a mess. It seemed like half the meal ended up on the bib instead of his mouth. This did frustrate Rob somewhat, he had always assumed that Ben’s bad eating habits were more a matter of effort and not coordination. Once finished Michelle removed the bib and wiped his face and fingers clean. Michelle then set Rob on the floor and handed him a baby bottle full of formula.

“You can’t be sewious, I am not going to drink dis. At weast Benny gets a sippy cup, this is just stupid. I’ve had it with this baby stuff you can just give it a west” With that statement Rob tossed the bottle at his wife’s feet and toddled away. Michelle was stunned by her husband’s actions, he had never treated her like this before and it shocked her into silence. She stood there are watched as he turned and waddled away, finally as if waking from a dream she immediately picked up the child, sat down on the couch, pulled down his diaper and gave the surly little man a spanking.

Rob couldn’t believe it! Out of surprise and shock he started yelling for Michelle to stop but quickly the pain became too great and the yelling turned to a baby’s cries of pain. “You will learn to be polite and respect my authority, I am not going to be the mommy to a brat!” After only a couple of swats Michelle stopped. “Now who are you going to obey baby?”

Rob stopped crying and sniffled as he spoke, “I…I am going to listen to my wife.” This statement did not please Michelle, “I’m not your wife, who are you going to obey baby?” Rob sniffled for a few more second before answering in a soft quiet voice. “I wisten to my mommy. Pwease stop, I be good baby” With Rob’s statement of surrender she pulled up his diaper and pants then cleaned the tears from his face.

Michelle then walked over and deposited the new baby into the playpen and placed his bottle on his lap. The defeated little child looked down at the bottle and up at his new mother. She stood over top waiting for him to start nursing. Rob had no choice, he picked up the bottle and stuck the nipple in his mouth, hoping it would be enough for Michelle to go away and leave him alone. What he didn’t expect was that his mouth and tongue began to automatically start sucking. Rob noticed the formula was like milk but a bit sweeter. As he started to drink in the formula he realized how thirsty he was, Rob sat back against the pen’s wall and drank his fill. Rob closed his eyes and relaxed, focusing solely on the baby bottle and its contents.

Before Rob realized what was going on he had emptied the bottle. Michelle had been monitoring him to make sure he finished the bottle. She laid a towel over her shoulder, picked up the baby and proceeded to pat his back producing a huge burp along with a bit of his breakfast which deposited itself on the towel. “Smart move with the towel, I got it diwty.” Rob said with a little humour.

“I have to go take a bath, I want you to play nice with Benny while I’m gone, okay?” Michelle made statement more than asked for permission, but Rob understood. “Okay, I be good while you are away.” With that Rob was lowered into the playpen and left to hang out with his son. Ben was standing in the corner chewing on a set of plastic keys while drooling.

Rob got up and was about to go over to Ben when his stomach and intestines started to rumble. He was about to call for Michelle when the sound of the shower told him she was indisposed. Rob looked around as if there was a way out only to realize he was trapped and forced to wait. He was stuck in this soft cell, forced to hold-on until she was done in the bathroom. If he wasn’t stuck in here, he could walk into the bathroom on his own and use Ben’s potty chair. It was so close, yet so far away.

The little professor decided to walk around the playpen to take his mind off this predicament. He started to cross the middle however the unexpected soft floor caused him to topple over. While sitting in the middle his gut continued to remind him of his impending constitutional. He crawled to the side of the pen and used the mesh wall to help him stand up. The intensity and pressure were getting worse and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on.

He tried to get his mind off the pressure in his behind and focus on the accident at the laboratory. “How could I have received such a large dose of the radiation? How could I have been exposed long enough? Would it be possible to switch polarities of the transformer to induce the opposite effect?” Rob paused, with the depressing thought coming back to him. “Is my regression finished. And how many more months could I possibly loose?”

The scenarios ran through his mind, the ‘what if’s’ kept him guessing with endless possibilities. He was 18 months now, what if he ended up 6 months? Crawling around on all fours with a large butt sticking up in the air, unable to stand up or walk on two feet, crawling over to his Mommy to ask her to change his dirty diapers.

Then the image of him as a 3 month old baby flashed in his mind vividly and this he knew this image would haunt him for days. There he was lying in his crib unable to crawl or even sit up, just lying there starting at the ceiling as his limbs twitched uncontrollably, not even sure if he would be able to tell when he’d peed...

“Pee?”

Suddenly Rob was brought back to reality by the warmth building in his groin. He had started peeing and hadn’t noticed! He could feel the hot rush of urine flowing around his pubes.

He hadn’t even known he was peeing! “How could it get worse than this?” As Rob began to reflect on his latest failure, instinctively he grabbed the side of the playpen as his sphincter involuntarily spasm. Suddenly a wave of pleasure rose from his anus and traveled up his spine. Simultaneously a warm expanding pile of poo spread into the back of his diaper. As his bowels finished their job, Rob gripped the mesh wall with all his might not moving, overwhelmed by the moment, during this almost orgasmic experience. All he could do is stand there lost in the experience as weight in his diaper grew heavier by the second. “This isn’t so bad.” As he smiled to himself.

The toddler stood at the side of the playpen in a blissful state. Slowly he started to contemplate what had just happened. While in a playpen wearing nothing but a pair of shortalls and a diaper, he managed to completely mess himself. It wasn’t a small mistake but the gesture of a small child not an adult. Rob also noticed that the odor wasn’t as rank as he remembered. It wasn’t a smell he wanted to live with all day but he could stand it sometimes. “Maybe I’m not as smelly as Benny?”

Rob took a few steps and could feel the mess in the back of his diaper shift a bit. Suddenly Ben yelled out, “Da-da go poopies!” Ben squealed at the top of his voice, he was very proud of the fact he could tell that someone else needed to be changed. Immediately Rob tried to turn towards his son but not used to his new coordination he fell on his bottom. The mess inside his diaper immediately spread across his butt however it was the feeling of this poo oozing around his crotch towards the front which disturbed him.

All he could do was sit and wait for Michelle to come and take care of him, there was nothing he could do for himself. For the first time Rob truly felt like a small helpless little baby, especially since it felt like he was about to start leaking all over the floor of the playpen. After a few minutes Rob wasn’t feeling any better about his condition as the recent events played a continuous loop in his mind. A small tear came from his eye as his thumb unnoticed snuck up and deposited itself in his mouth and he instinctively began to rock back and forth waiting for his mommy.

- to be continued.

The Return to Innocence - Part 13, Rob’s Story

by BBoy

Finishing off her shower Michelle threw a robe on, walked into the living room and looked down at her two sons. She pulled back Benjamin’s diaper and found nothing. Then turning to Rob with a devilish grin on her face she was about to check her husband’s tushie when he spoke up, “It it was me, I’m…sowwy.” Rob looked up with a deep expression of embarrassment on his face as tears were rolling down his cheeks.

Seeing the expression on his face melted Michelle’s heart, “It’s okay honey, I want you to finish up before I change you. You stay there and play with Benny while I get dressed, then I’ll change your diapee.” All Rob could do was sit there and nod his head. Even Ben looked superior to Rob right now, standing on the other side of the pen smiling broadly at the fact his diaper was still clean.

Rob remained on the floor of the pen sitting there reflecting on his latest misfortune. His diaper was already starting to cool but the injury to his ego was immeasurable. Rob wasn’t an adult nor a brilliant scientist but a very small, diapered baby that was very wet and dirty, incompetent and incontinent. Rob could feel his self-respect and modesty slipping away. He had lost his ability to control a basic bodily function which differentiated adults from the most immature of children. There was nowhere to hide when she re-entered the living room. She would want to strip him naked exposing his private parts and his level maturity to the world.

Rob looked up at the world around him. The soft mesh walls rose up vertically to what must have seemed like the ceiling. Rob already knew that there was no way he could climb out of this cubical, Michelle had total control over him and could leave him there when ever she wanted to. She would choose when he was fed, when he slept, when he got to play and what he would play with. Rob could tell his manhood slipping away, only to be replaced with the trappings of babyhood. The soft floor, plush toys or brightly coloured toys and scents of infancy were now becoming home to him, whether he wanted them or not.

Ben crossed the playpen and stood over his father. Rob grabbed the wall and pulled himself up to face his son. As he stood up he started peeing yet again. Rob groaned with futility at his growing incontinence. This time it didn’t phase him as badly, the diaper was already feeling heavy hanging from his waist and another wetting at this point was almost expected. The only thing that concerned him, if it leaked would it make a mess of his clean clothes.

Benjamin was overjoyed to have a playmate and squealed at his arrival. Ben pushed Rob then turned and charged to the opposite side of the playpen. Rob decided to follow and carefully crossed the soft floor without falling. Rob was proud of his accomplishment, he was sure his balance was getting better as he adjusted to his new new body, hopefully it also meant the regression had also stopped. Rob began to chase his son around the perimeter both of them laughed and squealed as their game proceeded. Rob continued to chase Ben stumbling a few times which would result in a face plant on the soft rubber floor but he would get up and continue the chase. Not even the fact that all the running and falling would continue to smear and make a further mess around his tushie really didn’t matter to him. The chase was on!

Soon two hands reached underneath Rob’s armpits and hoisted him up into the air. Michelle was now ready to deal with her newest child and deftly carried the little guy away from her chest concerned the smell would get her dirty. Ben feeling left out of the attention squealled “Me go potty!” Immediately Michelle turned around dumping Rob in the playpen while she took care of more immediate concerns. Hoisting Ben out of the playpen she whisked him off to the bathroom where his potty chair awaited.

For Rob the humiliation was brought back, sitting on the floor of the playpen. He could feel the soft sticky mess as it had cooled around him and the smell wafted up reminding him of his predicament. He was surrounded by his mistake, no matter how he tried to forget what he had done. He was now feeling abandoned and ignored. To Rob, Michelle seemed to give more attention and importance to Benjamin. He could hear Michelle praising Ben for his accomplishment and telling him “what a big boy he was.” Rob was sure that Michelle must see him as even less of a human being due to the lack of some abilities.

“What’s so big about sitting on a potty chair? I was able to do that.” Rob noted how even he used that statement in the past tense. “How could I have sunk so low in such a short period of time?” Dejected Rob unconsciously slipped his thumb into his mouth to sooth his bruised ego. Rob fixed his gaze on the mesh wall in front of him and tried to reason how fate had left him in this latest state incompetence and incontinence.

Finally Michelle grabbed Rob from behind lifting under his armpits and carried him back to the converted nursery where his second diaper change of the day would commence. All Rob could do was pray that the operation would end quickly. Unfortunately Michelle had other plans and would make the most of Rob’s predicament. From the time she picked Rob up the mother-baby talk had begun. Not talking in a normal voice but a higher pitched tone with a smattering of infantile words and phrases. “Aww, don’t worry Robbie, Mommy is here for you. Let’s get my little man out of that poopy dye-pee.” When they reached the table, she sat Rob in the middle and proceeded to pull out every conceivable baby product from the diaper bag.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity Michelle began to unbutton his pants. Rob couldn’t bear to watch anymore and laid back on the pad, resigned to his fate. Rob closed his eyes tightly as waves of humiliation flooded his psyche. His wife immediately noticed his distress, stopped the process and began to console her baby. “There there little one, its not that bad, you will get used to it.” She cooed and she dug around in the large blue diaper bag of nursery items. “Don’t worry honey, everything is going to be alright.”

It took all of Rob’s composure not to start crying. “P P Pwease change me now, stop going so swow.” Tear’s rolled down his face.

Michelle enjoyed the commanding position she had over her husband, she had always known she was the dominant one in their relationship but this was much different. No longer just telling him what to do but now she physically dominated over her one time equal. “Honey, what is wrong? And why do you need to be changed?” A sly smile crossed her face as she looked maternally down on Rob.

“You know alweady! P Pwease change me. Diapuh poopy!” It was only getting worse for Rob as his speech became more infantile when his nerves frayed.

Removing her hand from the bag she held something however Rob was unable to tell what it was. Michelle smiled like a content mother, as she stroked her new son’s forehead. “Here you go a little something to sooth your frayed nerves.” Next, Rob found that a large hand slid up his chin deftly and deposited something between his lips. His lips and tongue could feel the slick smooth object slip into his mouth, suddenly without thinking his mouth pulled it in and began to rhythmically suck. Rob moaned as he realized he was sucking on a pacifier! He squirmed at his embarrassment and could feel the soft sticky mess against his bottom.

Michelle unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them over his waist exposing his diaper. He could hear the tapes ripping away from the front of the diaper, then felt his legs lifted into the air as the diaper was then used to remove the majority of the mess. “Oh honey, this is all over! How could you make such a mess at your age?” Rob just closed his eyes, clenched his fists and feverishly sucked on his pacifier. Finally removing his shirt, shorts and socks Rob was carried into the bathroom and placed in a warm tub of water. He tried to grab for the wash cloth however Michelle took it away from him and proceeded to give the little man a scrub. Once clean, the child was removed from the tub, dried off, picked up and taken back to the changing table where a new diaper was taped in place and his shirt put back on. “Come on honey, let’s put you in the living room. I’m not going to put your pants on, it’s warm enough this morning.” Michelle said. Rob was lifted off the change table and deposited in the playpen in the living room.

While sitting in the pen Rob realized he was still sucking on the pacifier non-stop for the past 20 minutes. It didn’t bother him, in fact he found it soothing and relaxing. For now he decided it would stay, but only a few more minutes, as he was too old too be sucking on a pacifier. Rob seemed to loose track of time soon he was lost in thought jumping from one thing to another as his attention drifted.

The rest of the day went without many crisis, he wet himself before lunch but didn’t get upset by his incontinent act. Instead Rob called for his wife who whisked him away for a speedy change. The little man took it in stride, as he slipped his thumb into his mouth and looked up into his wife’s eyes for consolation. Michelle did show empathy for her charge and did feel sorry for his condition however she was also enjoying her new control over her husband. She now decided when he would eat, what he would wear and when he would go to bed. The new level of control made her feel more empowered. The new control also fostered a greater level of motherly nurturing she felt towards her new child. Although she may have lost a husband she now had a new son and as long as he was young she would love and care for him.

By the evening Rob had now accepted his new clothing and status in the house. He tried to remind both wife and son he wasn’t a baby however they weren’t completely convinced. Michelle had forced him to eat food appropriate for someone his size, Rob knew that his body would probably rebel like his son’s had when Benny ate chocolate or other foods normally off-limits to younger folk. Michelle was willing to give Rob more freedom around the house and had let him toddle about unmonitored whereas Benny was kept in the playpen. Rob more than once had waddled up and said hello to his son, reminding Benny who was trapped inside while his father was free to move wherever he wanted.

Later in the day Rob noticed Michelle had stopped clothing him in Benjamin’s diapers, instead she used a different package of smaller diapers. Rob wasn’t distressed by his continued regression after the last major milestone had been passed when babyhood was attained. Rob knew until this age could be reversed baby bottles and diapers would rule his future. He was still uneasy with what awaited him, his teeth were disappearing and food with less consistency and taste was in the offing. What was worse, if he grew much smaller he could loose his ability to walk or worse be stuck as a newborn unable to even rollover. For now he could still talk and convey his theories on reversing this processes but once he lost the ability to talk it would take much longer to get his ideas across to his lab mates.

Not only would he not be able to communicate but also would truly be younger than his son. Presently Rob told himself that he was still the elder of the two. Mommy, errr Michelle was treating them different and gave him far more freedom than Ben. Rob was also able to hold a conversation with her, something Benny could only do for half a sentence. These arguments were enough for Rob to hold some semblance of dignity. All he had to do was continually measure himself against his son, at least that was what he told himself.

After dinner Michelle busied getting the mess cleaned up, then sat down with her son’s and watched them nurse on their milk. Rob no longer protested his use of the baby bottle, instead he enjoyed the moment with Michelle cuddling him on her lap. Her figure still excited him even though getting his penis erect wasn’t a possibility. Somehow her full figure and large breasts fixated him and longed to be near them. They seemed bigger and rounder than normal, but Rob dismissed it as everything in his life was now bigger than normal.

Once Ben had finished the sippy cup, she picked him up and carried her son to the bathroom depositing him on the potty chair. Knowing that Ben would soon need to go in the after dinner period she pre-empted her son and worked on his toilet training. Once on the potty chair Michelle started the evening bath and got their bedtime clothes ready. Michelle was soon rewarded with Ben yelling that he had gone poppy. She went back to the bathroom, wiped up her son, removed his clothes and deposited him in the bathtub.

“Rob would you please come to the bathroom right now.” Michelle called to her former husband. The little man climbed down off the couch and toddled towards the bathroom. His balance and ability to walk were deteriorating, he was not sure if it was due to a further drop in age or his physical abilities were catching up. Either way it was a little disconcerting however Rob was quickly becoming accustomed to stumbling, weaving and wobbling around the cabin.

As he reached the doorway he was overcome by a wave of discomfort from his gut, Rob knew it wouldn’t be long. He looked up at his wife with a deep sense of urgency, “Michelle I need to go to the…” It was too late, Rob grabbed the door and bent his knees a little as he instinctively pushed and gave a little grunt. Michelle recognised an accident in progress stopped washing Ben to comfort her husband in his time of infancy.

A tear rolled down his face as he reached his arms out for his new mommy to pick him up and console him. Rob had no words in his mind, nor was he reliving the past moment. All he felt and could think about presently was that he wanted to be held by ‘my mommy’. She reached down hoisted him into her arms and sat down on the toilet cradling her son, she could feel the diaper getting hot as he started to pee. “Aww that’s okay honey, you just relax and finish up. It’s alright honey you can’t be expected to control yourself at this age.” Rob could only slip his thumb into his mouth and quietly console himself. He knew soon mommy would make everything right again. As his thoughts drifted, he was somehow comforted by the warmth that was surrounding him. Just like the accident in the playpen, he was getting a sense of enjoyment and contentment from the accident.

After a few more minutes Michelle took her new son to the changing table cleaned him up, removed all his clothing before carrying him to the tub to join his son. She carefully placed Rob in the tub and proceeded to wash him from top to bottom, just like he used to do with Ben. Once finished cleaning Rob, she removed him from the tub. “Shouldn’t you deaw wiff Benny first, he has been in here wonger dan me?” the little man inquired. Michelle just toweled him off. “No honey you are too small to leave unattended in the bathtub. I’d feel safer taking care of you first.” Once Rob was dried off, she then removed Ben and drained the water. Picking up Ben, she asked Rob to follow her to the nursery and he happily toddled behind them.

As Michelle prepared Ben for bed, Rob quietly stood below and watched the procedure not phased a bit that he was next. As Michelle powdered, diapered and put Ben’s sleeper on Rob toddled naked around the room looking into various bags. In the Wal-mart bag he found another package of diapers, for children under 12 months. Rob hoped they would not be needed. He also found a prescription for Domperidone, not sure what it was he decided it must be for a ‘womens’ issue and of no concern him. He continued to look through another bag of clothes which were obviously for him, most were sensible however there were a couple of sets of clothes he hoped never to wear. Especially one baby blue pair of shortalls with no pant legs instead there were elastic leg holes, the outfit looked like it had been crossed with a diaper shirt. It was guaranteed to show off his diapered butt and make the wearer look truly infantile.

Finally she picked up Rob and proceeded to diaper and dress him in a sleeper. Again Rob did not flinch nor did he want to cry. In fact he was eager to get a new diaper on, at least it covered up his nakedness. Rob played with a finger as he happily looked up into his wife’s eyes. Michelle instinctively started using cute baby talk to Rob, which he enjoyed and giggled while a little drool again escaped his lips. Before he knew it he was changed and clothed in a yellow sleeper for the evening. Rob contently lay on the changing pad happy to just look into his new mother’s eye. Michelle picked him up and placed him in the playpen while she returned her attention to Ben. Rob was serene and happy from the attention he received. He was calm and without a thought in his mind, almost as if he had been mediating. After a moment of gurgles and squeaks Rob placed a thumb in his mouth and laid there on his back with his legs turned out by the thickness of the diaper. Rob again watched the attention Benny was getting as she talked with her older son. He was getting sleepy from the warm comfortable sleeper he was in, the footed sleeper again made him comfortable like much of his other clothing, he made a mental note that if he got back to age 42, he’d get a footed sleeper made for himself.

The mother tucked her 2 year old in and kissed him on the forehead before raising the crib’s rail. Michelle picked up Rob and carried him out of the room turning off the light as they left. “I’m not sleeping with Benny tonight?” Rob asked his wife.

Michelle smiled and picked up another baby bottle from the warmer. “I thought we could spend some quite time together tonight honey. You can stay up a little longer than Benny.” She then walked out on the camp’s deck and sat him in a chair beside her. Under the moonlight Michelle poured herself a glass of red wine while Rob joked, “What no vino for me?” Her response was to place a baby bottle of formula in his lap.

Rob quietly smiled, sat back to relax with his wife and slowly nursed on his bottle. Michelle gazed at the moon and they quietly talked about the past few days. Soon Rob began to get bitter and irratable while reflecting, his mood changed from being upbeat and playful to frustrated and cranky. Michelle picked up Rob and cradled him against her breast and patting his diapered butt. “There there Robbie, be a good baby and calmed down. Everything is alright, I’m sorry I kept you up past your bedtime from now on you will go down just like your brother.” As Rob continued to whine and complain his speech grew quieter and less distinguishable. Soon all mumbling ceased and the baby fell asleep in his mother’s arms.

- to be continued.

The Return to Innocence- Part 14, Rob’s Story

by BBoy

Rob woke up in the playpen again. The light shown through the curtains creating sunbeams as Rob played with his fingers and the cobwebs slowly dissipated from his sleepy mind. Benny was still sleeping and the cabin was quiet. Soon Rob realized he was wet however he was not uncomfortable and nor in immediate need of help. The air had the smell of a mess but it could have been his roommate. As he shifted around it didn’t seem like he had pooped in his diaper but he was not sure. He laid back and wondered what time it was, it was hard to tell without a clock, so his best guess was some time after sunrise of 6am.

Soon he realized his sleeper and the floor of the playpen were wet from a leaky diaper. Rob groaned at the fact he probably regressed during the night. His frustration over the pass week began to well up inside him. He had tried to be a good sport over the entire affair, Michelle had not been responsible however she had been supportive and tried to make the best of a bad situation. However it didn’t seem to matter to the little man right now as he balled up his tiny fists fighting back the tears. The more he fought his emotions to stay in control the angrier he became. He squirmed in his wet clothes, which only made him feel more uncomfortable. Sitting up he could feel his sleeper had been soaked all up his back. This didn’t feel like a small accident but the complete emptying of a full bladder. Finally his mind snapped, reverting to a more primal stage in life and he began to cry like the baby he had become.

It felt like an eternity until Michelle came into the room. She picked up Rob and quickly removed his sleeper and before he knew it a dry diaper was fastened into place. He was dressed in a new red sleeper and then placed in the crib with a nipple bottle. Rob picked up the bottle and began nursing while he watched Benny receive the same treatment. After placing Benny back in the crib beside him with a sippy cup. “I’m going to clean the playpen then I’ll let it dry so you two have fun sleeping together for an hour or two.” As turned and grabbed a ragged to mop up the mess. The entire time Rob kept sucking on his bottle as if it was all that matter in his life right now. Michelle tucked her two sons under their blankets and closed the door behind her.

Later in the morning Michelle waked Rob as she entered the room. She removed him from the playpen, checked his diaper and dressed his in a shirt. Finally she placed him on the floor and let him roam free while Ben was dressed for the day. Rob waddled towards the mirror and noticed his balance had decreased substantially over night. Halfway across the room he fell backwards on his bottom however it didn’t hurt dropping from this short height. Attempting to stand up had become much more difficult. Climbing to his knees, he stuck his diapered end into the air before leaning back and finally standing up. Rob swayed in place for a couple of seconds before continuing to the mirror.

Rob stood in amazement at how small he’d become. Now a very cute dimpled 12 month old child smiled back at him. His shirt had a small child kicking a soccer ball and his thick white diaper visibly protruded from below. He giggled at the sight. With a finger stuck in his mouth it did not faze him that a stream of drool ran down his hand. He had noticed a bit of continual drool yesterday and he figured it would get worse as his teeth disappeared. Rob happily wandered off into the living room to start a brand new day.

By mid-morning Rob had another accident while sitting in the on the living room rug. He was playing with blocks when the urge in his gut came and just as quickly released without any ability to contain it. This time he didn’t get upset instead he called for Michelle who took care of him quickly and efficiently. In fact the experience was sort of comforting, as he was content to sit and wait for assistance.

The rest of the day passed without incident. He played by himself mostly preferring to spend time on the couch reading a book or sometimes, when people weren’t looking he might try his hand at the blocks. Rob liked the blocks because they were made for someone his size, even books were awkward to lift and turn pages with his small pudgy hands.

Dinner and then bedtime seemed to come quickly, he noticed that his sense of time had dimished at some point. At one point he was playing with the blocks and didn’t realize an hour had passed until his diaper reminded him lunch had been digested. Tonight Ben and Rob went to bed at the same time and Rob didn’t make a fuss. When Michelle changed him this time she used a size 3 diaper which Ben hadn’t used since he was 11 or 12 months. Seeing this, all he could do was put his thumb in his mouth and hope his regression would end soon.

Sunday started like the past few, his diaper was wet along with the playpen floor. Michelle took care of her boy and afterwards he toddled over to the mirror to see a 10-month-old baby looking back at him. Rob unsteadily toddled into the living room to start yet another day of carefree fun.

After lunch Ben was placed in the playpen and given a sippy cup. Michelle picked up Rob and carried him to the couch, where he expected his bottle while cradled in her arms. This had been the routine over the past few days and it was one of Rob’s truly favourite times of the day. He was so close to his wife and she made him feel warm and safe, he had fallen asleep a few times while he nursed on his bottle.

Rob was already feeling groggy from the food he’d consumed and laid back expecting to nurse. “I’ve got a surprise for you honey, I have been taking Domperidone. My breasts are lactating again.” Michelle’s voice wafted across the air and Rob slowly opened his eyes. Her blouse was gone and her breasts lay open before him. He gazed up at his wife however his eyes slowly drifted toward her large bosom. They were inviting as he fixated on the large round nipples. She stroked his hair and soothed him with a slight rocking motion. All he could do was sit in his warm comfy sleeper and suck his thumb longing to touch.

Michelle slowly lifted him towards her breast, instinctively he reached out and touched the left with both hands. The little hands caused a rush through Michelle’s chest. She guided Rob’s head towards her nipple and while half in a trance Rob’s lips unconsciously warped around the tit and began to nurse. Michelle closed her eyes as another orgasm washed over her. Rob hungrily gorged on his mother’s breast. He never recognized he was breastfeeding instead his infantile reactions took over and he had a very narrow focus on life that would only focus on getting his fill of milk. Rob’s attention was momentarily disturbed by the warming sensation in his crotch however it was comforting, not disturbing, so he quickly returned his undivided attention to his mommy. Soon his eyes were getting droopy and while nursing he fell asleep.

The rest of the day went without incident. More and more he noticed Michelle was leaving him in the playpen with Ben. At first he resented being stuck in the same confining space however soon Rob didn’t care. Like most little babies they were only interested in themselves and don’t care about others around them. The same was true for Benny, as he had lost interest in playing with Rob especially when Rob become so much younger. Rob happily played by himself entertaining with his favourite blocks and periods of almost mediation where he’d suck his thumb and stare at the playpen’s wall.

Monday morning, Rob awoke a little happier. He was wet and most likely messy, however this time his playpen’s floor wasn’t wet. It looked like his diaper had not leaked overnight, Rob gave a sigh of relief as it looked like the regression had slowed or stopped. As he lay in his playpen, Rob thought back over the past twenty four hours. He had breastfed more than once and become engrossed in the action loving every minute. There was no regret or revulsion for his truly infantile act, instead he lay in ‘his crib’ sucking his thumb dreaming of his next chance to nurse.

After a short time Michelle came into the room and changed her sons. As she lifted him onto the table her face screwed up. “Oh Rob, you are truly stinky this morning! How can one little man make such a large smell?” Rob giggled at the comment. “I don’h smew dah bad Mommy!” He waived his arms around and beat his legs against the table playfully as Michelle started unbuttoning his sleeper. After getting cleaned up, Michelle put him back in the playpen and gave him a bottle. Rob looked at the baby bottle a little confused. He didn’t want the bottle, he had expected to be breastfed. Before Michelle could turn to leave Rob began to fuss and cry. Michelle picked up her youngest son and cuddled him in her arms. Rob reached for Michelle’s breast but Michelle swatted his hand, which caused him to cry. Michelle quieted him down and slipped the bottle into his mouth. After a few minutes Rob’s belly began to fill and he drifted off to sleep.

The morning routine had become predictable as he expected to get a morning bottle, nap before getting up for breakfast and then play time. The only major difference was in his physical abilities. Rob was a little discouraged to find walking was becoming increasingly difficult. The diapers seemed a little thicker spreading his legs apart however he didn’t figure that was the real reason. It was difficult to balance correctly and his walk seemed more awkward. He fell constantly as he tried to cross the room. Even standing took effort as he usually needed a couple of attempts to before he was successful. Rob would get to his knees, stick his diapered butt in the air, then using his hands push his torso up until he could stand but somehow he seemed to fall backwards most of the time needing a second or third attempt. Soon he got tired of struggling to walk and started to crawl on all fours.

Around 10am Rob noticed Michelle began to pack Benny’s diaper bag. Rob figured they were going somewhere however it he wasn’t concerned, he was far more interested in his blocks. Michelle collected up extra bottles of baby food and prepared baby bottles before placing it all in the bag. Soon Michelle picked up Ben and took him back to the nursery, a few minutes later Ben came out dressed in smart clothes and shoes ready to go out.

Next it was Rob’s turn, he was stripped of his clothes as she stuck two fingers down his diaper. Rob didn’t even flinch at his lack of privacy, he had been checked for dryness continually over the past few days and had become used to the action. In fact more than once Michelle had checked his diaper and found he’d soaked it yet he hadn’t realized the mistake. “Just a little damp honey, but I think you will be fine until we get to the neighbours.”

Rob’s eyes grew wide as he realized what was happening. “You can take me out like dis, I’m wearing diapahs!”

Michelle just giggled at the obvious comment. “No honey we are going out, I’ve been stuck here with you two rugrats. I need to socialize with adults for a change. We won’t be there for too long, just relax and enjoy the attention.”

Public attention was the last thing Rob needed right now. It was one thing having Michelle, his life partner, taking care of him and knowing about his condition. However it was a completely different having others around when he was diapered and toddling around in this infantile state. “Pwease honey, I’m an adulw. I can’t be seen like dis.” Rob pleaded with his wife, his baby blue eyes begged for understanding. Michelle finished dressing her little man and picked him up cuddling and bouncing the child in her arms to calm him down. Rob burrowed his face in between her arm and breast hoping he could hide from the world.

Michelle finally calmed the baby down and stood him on the floor. Rob got about three steps before falling on his bottom. Again instead of trying to stand, he just got on all fours and made his way to the mirror. Once at the mirror he grabbed on to the leg of a chair and pulled himself up to a standing position.

This time he saw the 10-moth-old child, this time wearing the baby blue romper with a yellow t-shirt that had pant legs, instead there was elastic openings with lace around the edge. The soft blue outfit with a yellow shirt, socks and shoes was obviously bought as a set since the bird pattern on the socks matched the romper. Because there were elastic leg openings and the curved features of the waist Rob’s diaper bulged significantly from underneath. He stared at the sight for a minute, he looked like the epitome of a cute baby. A high pitched giggle came out as he wiggled his butt. Quickly his attention span drifted and he proceeded to the living room. After about 10 steps of an awkward waddled, he ended up on all fours, crawling madly towards his destination.

Rob stopped in mid crawl when a knock came at the door and a 14 year-old came wandering into the house. “Mrs. Leahey! It’s Sarah Barton! I’ve come to give you a hand!” Michelle scooped up Rob and deposited him in Ben’s stroller. “Thanks Sarah, if you could push Robbie’s stroller and carry the diaper bag, I’ll take Benny and the playpen.” With everything packed Michelle took Ben by the hand and proceeded to the door. Rob tried to look up and see the teenager but the stroller’s roof blocked his view, the only person he could see was his brother…err, son Benny.

As they walked down the lane, Rob saw the cottages he’d jogged past a few days before. The mailboxes were gigantic like everything else they passed. Suddenly a woman’s voice came from behind. “Margaret! Is that your son Benny? I haven’t met your son yet.” It was their next-door neighbour, Rachel. He had said hello during his jog but never stopped to have a conversation and this was definitely NOT the time to start.

- to be continued.

The Return to Innocence - Part 15, Rob’s Story

“Oh so this is Benny. How are you?” Rachel poured her attention on Ben however the 2 year-old was a little shy and hid behind his mother’s leg. “Oh dear I hope I didn’t scare him. But who is this in the stroller, I didn’t know you had a second son?” Michelle shook her head, “No this is Robbie, my nephew.” Rachel moved in front and kneeled to say hello. Rob’s eye grew big as saucers and panic started to overwhelm him. What if he was recognized! He might be 10 months but he still had many of the same facial features. “Oh now aren’t you a cute baby! You are obviously got your looks from your daddy’s side of the family, I can see the resemblance.”

Rob was living the nightmare and there was nothing he could do, he was completely out of control of the situation. Suddenly his diaper was getting warmer as his bladder instinctively began to empty. The entire situation had completely overwhelmed Rob and the infant began to cry. He was scared and wanted his mommy. He closed his eyes as the inner child flowed to the surface and gained control.

Rachel lifted the upset infant from the stroller and started bouncing him. This only made him more upset. At this point the only thing Rob could focus on was his mommy, it was the only thing that mattered. It was obvious to any mother what was happening and Rachel looked to Michelle for help.

The little baby cried with a large high pitched wail, Michelle reached out and took him into her arms. He continued to cry for another 2 minutes however his voice was muffled by her arm and breast where he buried his head. Now he was safe, it could have been a raging storm but he was safe here. Once Michelle calmed Rob down, he instinctively slipped a thumb into his mouth to calm his frayed nerves. Sandra grabbed the folded playpen and put Ben in the stroller, leaving Michelle to hold onto her youngest.

Time passed unnoticed. Rob finally realized the conversation with Rachel had ended and they were walking again. Rob poked his head out to see the quiet lane passing by. Rob looked over his other shoulder to see the back of Sandra’s head. From this angle, she seemed to be a slender brown haired girl wearing shorts and a turquoise shirt. The girl turned towards Rob noticing his curiosity. She smiled and waved her hand at the little guy and he giggled through his thumb still tucked in his mouth. Sandra looked far less threatening than Rachel. It was also much easier to meet new people from the security of your mother’s arms. Rob smiled at the girl’s babyish gestures to him, not realizing he was enjoying the attention Sandra paid to him.

“This is our cabin.” Sandra piped up and they turned into the driveway. The cabin was similar to Michelle and Rob’s except painted white. As Michelle walked in Sandra’s mother, Grace Barton, a friend for the past couple of summers at the lake greeted her “Grace would you mind if I quickly took Robbie to the bathroom for a change?” Michelle inquired of her friend.

“Oh heavens no! You can do it in the living room we are all women here. Besides there is more room here than in that tiny bathroom.” With that statement Michelle could hear a groan of impending embarrassment coming from Rob. Michelle lowered Rob to the flower, where he quickly grabbed the table leg to steady himself. She then opened the diaper bag, unfolded the changing pad on the table and then lifted him on to the pad where he laid quietly. She slipped a pacifier into his mouth as his privates were exposed to the world to see. He laid there looking up at the three women who were chatting away about how cute he looked. Rob barely noticed what Michelle was doing; his body was pushed around and his legs thrown in the air as the coldness of the wipe announced he would soon be clean. Michelle barely focused Rob as the process of diaper changing was almost an autonomic response after changing so many of Benjamin’s. Michelle continued her conversation with the other women instead of paying attention to Rob. Surprisingly Rob barely noticed as he scanned the room, light fixtures and fan mounted on the ceiling.

Finally his feet were lifted into the air again as the diaper was slid underneath, he did note that laying on the diaper was far nicer than the cold plastic of the table. He could feel Michelle massage the baby powder into his skin and the three women giggled as he uncontrollably had an erection. Rob also giggled, partially in response to the women but mainly because of the massage and subsequent erection made him feel so good. He squirmed wanting to get up and explore the cabin however Michelle had a firm grip while covering his bottom in powder. Soon he was wrapped in a new diaper, his clothes refastened and finally placed in the playpen with Benny. He would rather have been able to explore the cabin on his own but knew for now he would have to play the part of a baby until he was alone with the family.

Rob ended up having a wonderful day. He didn’t like Mrs. Barton too well and fused whenever she picked him up. However he was happy to be pampered by Sandra. Sandra played with Rob all morning, mostly teaching him how to walk. Rob wanted to tell her walking was a skill he could do, all be it with difficulty. Instead he enjoyed the attention the teenager lavished on him and let Sandra grab his two little hands and helped him along. When she let go of the infant, he would waddle for 8 or 10 steps before his weak muscles and deteriorated balance caused him to fall. Rob, like most babies learn quickly how to fall. If their balance starts to go it was better to fall backwards and on their butt to cushion the fall.

Michelle was happy to let Sandra take care of Rob, one less child to watch. Sandra also babysat on a regular basis and was fully capable of taking care of both children. Rob had also realized a teenager was in charge of him. The fact he was older than her made it seem comical however he didn’t want to cause a problem that would blow his disguise. They played together as Sandra stood over him, holding his hands, trying to help his tiny legs figure out the proper motor skills to walk.

Caught up with all the attention, Rob didn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late. One minute they were playing and the next, Sandra turned and grabbed the diaper bag. She pulled out the changing pad, a new diaper and wipes. Rob wasn’t sure what was going on until he looked down at his diaper, which sagged noticeably. Sandra laid him on his back and proceeded to change him. Rob unconsciously went into an automatic mode and remained quiet not really realizing someone other than Michelle was changing him. Rob liked Sandra and had placed his trust in her throughout the morning. So it became no surprise he had become comfortable in letting this woman take care of him and expose his privates to her tender care.

As she snapped the last fasteners on his romper and stood him up it sunk in what had just happened. Another woman, not his wife, not even an adult had changed his diaper, wiped his private parts, applied a generous portion of cream, powdered his butt and made sure he was clean. All without any assistance from him. Rob wasn’t humiliated instead he figured if this was the worst thing to happen today life was pretty good. As Sandra put the items back in the diaper bag, he climbed onto all fours and scampered towards his blocks, if he wouldn’t be able to read a magazine then blocks seemed like a good substitute. Suddenly he was picked up off the ground by Sandra and dumped in the playpen while she walked into the kitchen. Rob stood at the side of the pen using the mesh to hold himself up. He cried momentarily as he looked at the blocks just beyond the mesh walls however he was distracted easily and re-focused his attention on Sandra as she turned the corner into the kitchen. He could hear the three women talking in the other room however he quickly lost interest in the conversation and start to fidget with Benjamin’s teddy bear.

Soon Michelle removed Benny from the pen, leaving Rob to watch the mother and son disappear into the next room. After what seemed like an eternity Ben was brought back and placed in the pen with his sippy cup. As Benny was lowered to the rubber floor Rob could see Benny’s diaper was drooping from a very recent accident, however he wondered if they were waiting for Benny to digest his formula before checking again. Rob was then removed, carried to the kitchen and strapped into the high chair. He squealed with joy as the three women fussed over him. He was happy to be fed, face wiped then another spoonful of puree deposited in his mouth. He had forgotten that these jobs were now well beyond his abilities. Holding a spoon while guiding it towards his mouth was nearly impossible and he made a complete mess of the meal. This was a facet of everyday life for a baby. After lunch he received a bottle and then down for his nap.

Rob dreamed he was walking in the warm waters of the Caribbean, holding hands with the love of his life. The sun beat down on them only warming the water more. It was idealic Rob was happy and without a care in the world. Slowly he woke up sitting in the stroller as he was being pushed down the lane. Michelle and Sarah were chatting above him as Rob slipped his thumb into his mouth and sat back while the cobwebs slowly lifted from his mind. He also realized the diaper was cooling off after a recent mistake. He reflected on the dream and hypothesized that it was may have been the dream which triggered his accident. It didn’t really matter, for now he was content to sit back, wait and watch as the world pass by. In fact he doubted Michelle would be in any rush to change him, his diaper could probably take another wetting before it needed to be changed.

Once they had returned to their cabin Sarah helped get both children into the house and then left after waving bye to Robbie. He let go the side of the playpen, squealed at Sarah’s attention then toppled to the floor. Quickly distracted Rob was content to work on his blocks for a while. As the day progressed, his routine returned to normal. By dinnertime Rob was excited to be feeding from his mother’s breast again and made sure to get his fill before drifting off to sleep in her arms.

Tuesday started with his regular routine which was comforting and left him without a care in the world, in fact Rob had lost track of time and wasn’t sure when it was anymore. Nor did he care, his life had turned into an easy routine. The security of knowing what would happen next, that no surprises or dangers truly faced him was comforting.

Michelle busied herself, cleaning and packing. The vacation had not gone well, since her lover had now become only loved, no longer a caregiver only to be cared for. Michelle had made the best of the situation and frankly was thrilled how it turned out. She had wanted another child and having Rob in this state would only make her more determined to have another child be it Rob or son-of-Rob. For now it was time to get back to town. Rob had finally stopped regressing and Michelle was ready to move two young children by herself. It was time to find out how to get her husband back to normal.

After putting her two children to bed for the evening, Michelle took advantage of the ‘quiet time’ to begin packing the van for the trip home. One youngster can be very time consuming but two kept her moving all day. Over the past few days Michelle had begun to watch over Robbie more and more. Her little husband had become very unstable on his feet and was falling over more and more often. More than once Michelle had rushed into the living room because Robbie was crying after falling unexpectedly. Michelle found it was safer to leave him in the playpen so she didn’t have to remain in the same room or at least she could feel at ease when he was out of sight.

When morning came Michelle started the routine all over again. She entered the room to find Rob hadn’t leaked over night which was again a good sign however he was miserable and his bottom hurt. Michelle removed his diaper to inspect the situation. “Oh honey, you must have slept in a messy diaper all night. Your poor tushie has a nasty case of dydee rash.” Rob wasn’t relieved by her statement, instead he fussed and whimpered wanting relief. Michelle wiped him with the used diaper, getting the rest of the mess with a disposable baby cloth. Michelle then applied a heavy coating of diaper rash cream to the affected area. She noticed his relief immediately as the cream soothed his sore skin. Rob was happy to be attended to and to be in a fresh diaper. He couldn’t imagine not wearing one any more, it had become a comforting and reassuring piece of his daily life.

Michelle got her two sons cleaned and ready for breakfast. While they were busy playing, Michelle got the last items packed in the van. Finally she came back, removed Ben from the playpen standing him on the floor and picked up Rob preferring to carry him. “Come on Benny, follow Mommy and Robbie.” Michelle said with a lilt in her voice. Rob looked down to see Ben, walking along beside his Mom. He knew that Benny was stronger and better able to keep up. His ability to walk for any distance was limited. More and more he was feeling like the younger of the two.

The ride home was long but uneventful. Michelle stopped for gas and to pick up a new pack of diapers for Rob, it was a generic brand which he didn’t recognise however it was probably all that the store had at the time. Half way home Michelle stopped to change Benjamin. Once finished changing Benny she stuck two fingers down Rob’s pants only to find him dry. He barely noticed or cared about her actions as it became more routine by the hour. “Hon, do you need to go to the bathroom?”

Rob had a quizzical look and concentrated about it for what seemed like 30 seconds but finally shook his head ‘no’. However after only 10 minutes on the road the inevitable happened as his gut began to rumble with no real ability to stop he released a load of warm poo, followed up by the emptying of his bladder. Michelle was not amused by the events but knew Rob probably had no control or prior knowledge when Michelle had checked him last . She still decided to wait, instead of stopping to change him and she rolled the window down as she kept driving. Rob shifted in his car seat trying to get more comfortable, after a moment he rested. “Michewwe, could you pwease puw ovew?” A small voice came from the backseat. Michelle smirked from the driver’s seat knowing that Rob could not see. “Not right now honey. You can wait a few minutes?” Rob knew he had no choice, even if he tried to escape without Michelle’s help he couldn’t even leave the car seat.

His mind drifted and Rob lost sense of time as he watched Michelle drive or played with the plastic blocks attached to his arm wrest. However after sometime Rob was brought back to the present as his crotch became clammy and the warm comfortable sensation he had been feeling was replaced. “Michelle I need you. I’m uncomfortabwe. Pwease?” Michelle looked into the rearview mirror to see him squirming in the seat. “Honey. What do you need?” Rob realized he was completely at his wife’s mercy. A tear formed in his eye as he held back his tiny emotions. “I need my diapuh changed pwease.”

Michelle just looked forward and inquired, “I need my diaper changed please, What?”

Rob started to loose control, “I…I…I need m...my diapuh change pwease, m…mommy.” He couldn’t hold it back any longer as he began to cry.

Michelle pulled over to the side of the road and went around to her son’s door. Removing Rob from his seat she picked him up and held him close, consoling and trying to calm down the upset child. After a few minutes, he calmed down and she placed him on the front passenger seat to change his smelly diaper. As Michelle proceed to change him he could hear the cars whizzing by and he wondered how many looked over to see his privates exposed for what seemed like a eternity. He wasn’t embarrassed by his nudity but wanted it to be over it was one thing to be changed in private or at least in a house. But to be stripped of your clothes and changed in front of the world on the side of the highway was not something he wanted to remember. For a second he wished he was a big kid around the age of 7. The idea was quickly discarded as he remembered he was 42. After a few minutes Rob, was placed back in his seat and a pacifier placed in his mouth with the other end tied to a ribbon attached to the front of his coveralls. Finally they continued on their way.

It took another three hours, which seem like an eternity to someone stuck in a baby seat. Michelle left both children in the car while she removed a few items including the playpen. Finally she lifted Benny out of the car standing him on the ground then carried Rob into the house. Michelle dumped both into the playpen while she brought bag after bag of clothes and other gear in from the car. Most of it was Ben and Rob’s stuff. It never stopped amazing him how much was needed to take care of Benny and now him also.

Finally, Michelle stopped to make a phone call. Rob tried to listen in however once again it was in another room and he was not invited to listen in. After the call, she came out to give her sons their dinner. Once Michelle finished feeding Rob, she cleaned him up and laid him on his back to provide support during his latest breastfeeding session. Rob gazed up at his mother’s tits with a single thought in his mind. His tiny instincts told him the only thing in his life was getting his fill of milk. As his head was slowly lifted up to her breast the last thought he had for the evening was…bliss.

- to be continued.

[PMPMID]

Excellent story. Thanks for posting it.

[BBoy]

Here you go.

[Baby Johnny]

Very nice story. Thank you. Looking forward to reading more.

[BBoy]

just bringing it back up...