Return To Innocence, Chapters 16-19

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The Return to Innocence - Part 16, Rob’s Story

Wednesday morning started like any other day except Rob woke up to find he now slept in a crib. It was the temporary crib he had set-up for Benny when they were at the cabin. Now it was being put into use as his full time bed. As he lay in bed, he noticed the bed now had a rubber mat underneath the sheet and a soft furry bear lay beside him. The fact he was laying on a water proof pad became mute when he realized he was wearing a wet and messy diaper however he was content to lay back and wait for his mommy to come and rescue him from this safe secure prison.

Michelle finally came in and changed her two sons getting them dressed and ready for the day. As Rob had his shoes tied he looked puzzled, “Why putting on my shoes? Where we go today?” Michelle smiled at her son’s lisp. “I called Tim last night and he asked us to come into the lab this afternoon. I have a few errands and then into the lab to see what can be done for you.” She place Rob on the floor and he uneasily waddled over to the mirror. Again he was the same height but this time dressed in a white shirt with coveralls and little blue shoes.

He seemed to be the same height as yesterday although it wasn’t easy to tell. He might have gained a little baby fat over the past day so he just assumed that there no changes vertically, just horizontally. He was finding it more difficult to walk today, with his short legs and thick diapers taking each step needed more concentration. He just assumed the extra baby fat had changed his center of gravity and balance.

Before he could make it out of the room Michelle scooped him up, standing him by the door as she tracked down Benny then proceeded to breakfast. She placed Benny in the high chair while Rob stumbled around the room and watched the two them start the morning feeding ritual. There was no surprise when Rob noticed he would also receive a similar routine to his son. After Benny was finished, he was placed in the playpen and given a sippy cup before Rob would begin the same procedure.

Once breakfast was done Michelle put the two children in the living room to play for the morning. By 10 am the father had a plastic rattle in his mouth, feeling and exploring the toy with his tongue and mouth. His son was looking at a softly padded picture book of Farm Animals for children age 2 and up. Benny would point at a picture a yell “doggie”, every animal he pointed to was a doggie.

Rob got to his knees and crawled over to Benny to teach him the difference between a dog and a duck. Crossing towards Benny he could feel the diaper pull on his hips. He stopped crawling and looked down between his arms to see soaked diaper hanging low. He was slightly embarrassed but not for his growing incontinence but that it probably looked bad to have a diaper hanging low like that. He also reasoned that he might as well get used to it since this was a daily look for most babies. Getting on all fours he began to crawl again but felt an urgency coming from his gut. It was that unmistakable feeling he had before it was time to poo. Without warning his sphincter muscle relaxed and he could feel the hot soft poo spread across his bottom. Half way through his bladder released to complete the experience, as a small wave of pleasure ran up from his anus up to his belly button, leaving him to shiver in ecstasy. He just remained on all fours, staring towards Benny. His son could have done a back flip in from him and Rob wouldn’t have noticed as he focused on himself, thinking of little but the feeling between his legs and the possibility of a fresh diaper to begin the process again.

“Oh honey. You are making a mess on the floor.” Michelle said in a warm motherly tone. Rob looked down between his arms to see his pee laden diaper was now hanging halfway to the floor. What he thought was pee splashing against his leg was actually leaking down his leg onto the floor. “What do I care, its not like I can control when I need to go. It’s her fault, she should have checked my diaper sooner.”

Michelle was not mad; she knew his potty training was completely gone. She doubted if he knew there was a problem before now. “It’s okay honey, you made a mess on the wood floor which is easy to clean up. You were a very good boy for making the mess over here. Could you stay there for a few seconds while I take care of Benny, then I’ll be back for you.” Rob nodded his head in agreement then stuck a finger in his mouth and smiled at recognizing his achievement.

She quickly went over to Benny and placed two fingers down the front of his training pants before pulling on the back to see its state. “Oh dear. Benny your undies are damp. Does Benny need to go potty?” Benjamin sat there with a look of concentration, then stuck a finger in his mouth and nodded. Michelle laughed at the similar response from the two of them. “Life father, like son.” Michelle said before hoisting up Benny, carrying him to the potty, stripping him of his wet diaper and leaving him to do his business.

Rob remained kneeling on the floor for a minute before he was distracted by a soft toy dog in the corner. One thought came to him before he moved towards the toy. “Doggie!”

As he was crawling a pair of hands reached down and picked him up. Michelle held him under his armpits and carried him towards the nursery. Rob’s diaper hung at half mast threatening to fall off it too much stress was placed on the garment.

She placed Rob on the change table and removed the messy diaper, applying a generous amount of diaper rash cream not wanting her son to experience anymore pain. Finally she dressed him for the day before standing Rob in the crib while she retrieved Benny. Rob stood at the side of the crib watching Benny getting the same treatment and giggled as he said. “Like father, like son.” After dressing Benny she took the two children and placed them in the car along with the playpen, diaper bag and a few toys to keep them amused.

First stop was to Ben’s daycare centre. Mrs. Jenkins, the daycare’s manager, met the three of them at the car, grabing little Benny’s hand and walked with him while Michelle carried Rob. The daycare manager looked Rob in the eyes and inquired, “Who is this cute little man in your arms?” Rob looked up and smiled behind his thumb. Rob wasn’t very concerned with the possibility of being discovered. He was pretty sure she would have a hard time figuring out the difference between himself and another tot his age. With each passing hour Rob felt more secure as the child he’d become. His head jerked back and forth looking around the room at all the colours and the general buzz of energy that two dozen pre-school children will create.

Michelle noticed Rob’s excitement and started to pat his diapered bottom, trying to calm him as she held him against her chest. The little guy squirmed struggling to see everything that was happening around him. He could hear the other children playing and wanted to discover for himself what was happening.

The manager noticed Rob’s activity, she had seen it thousands of times and immediately recognised it as a child who needed to be active. Children, especially someone at this age needed to move around and release pent up energy, otherwise they were frustrating to deal with. She could see this baby was just like all the others and needed time to play, if he got to be active now he’d probably be much easier to deal with for the rest of the morning. The manager suggested that Rob would be alright playing with the other babies while the two talked.

The two women talked for a minute or two before Michelle was finally fed up with the squirming bundle. She handed him over to the manager who settled him in her arm. The manager walked away with Rob tickling him under the chin and prattled baby talk. He wasn’t concerned about being found out by this woman. Being only 28 inches tall and weighing 21 pounds, automatically made people think he was a baby. He’d also become more comfortable with who he’d become and how to behave in front of others. If he accidentally spoke a few words they would celebrate his achievement. Not much else could go wrong as long as he tried to play the part of a baby without really screwing up in the process. Besides, right now all Rob really wanted to do was investigate the toys and general commotion that was going on in the daycare. It seemed doubtful that his actions would be seen as anything else than that of a small baby.

The manager entered the main room for children under the age of two. As they walked into the centre Rob’s eyes grew wide at the spectacle in front of him. Everything was big and coloured bright blue, red, yellow and green. It wasn’t the toys that excited him as much as the décor, the bright colours seemed to attract him and focus his attention. In retrospect, it did make more sense, he had liked Benny’s blue plastic truck and the bold bright colours did seem more interesting. As the manager reached to the floor and placed Rob down he broke free of his caretakers grip as he ran off into the main room to play with the toys. He toddled for about 10 steps before he fell forward, he immediate got to his knees and started crawling towards the large pile of toys. Normally he might have cried at falling on his face but there was an exciting and colourful pile of toys waiting for him and nothing seemed more important at this time.

“Now Mrs. Leahey, we need to sit down and quickly review Benjamin’s progress along with the payment schedule for the next few months. It shouldn’t take long but I was hoping we could get the paperwork out of the way today.” Michelle looked out the window at Rob and showed some hesitance at talking while she watched her youngest son leaving her grasp. It wasn’t an issue of controlling Rob, instead it seemed much like the concern and attention she had for Benny. It was a motherly concern for Rob that made her worry for his safety even though he was in a highly protected, soft, monitored environment.

At first Rob was so focused on the bright colours and plethora of toys he didn’t notice Benny wasn’t in the room. He looked around for his son and realized Benny was not there. All around him were other babies ranging in age from 6 months up to 12 or 13 months. Almost none of the children were walking, most were on all fours. He looked around and was unsure where Benny could be. Then in a moment the blue and red clothing his brother had been wearing flashed across the doorway. Rob crawled across the room to the doorway where a baby gate had been installed to separate the two rooms. Once at the gate he used the fence to haul himself up to a standing position.

Looking through the fence he could see all the older children running around and playing with each other. There he could see groups of children some playing together with the plastic cars and trucks, while others were playing tag and a group of young girls were playing house their dolls sitting around a table having tea. Another thing he noticed was that most of the children were not in diapers! Some were wearing diapers, two already had nothing but a diaper and t-shirt since they had probably ruined their pants from an earlier accident. There were some he though might be wearing training pants since they seemed to have only a little bulk under their pants, much like Benjamin. But there were also others who were obviously much older, probably four years old and were beyond the need for toilet training.

Rob slowly turned back to look into his room. While still holding on to the fence for balance he saw his play mates. Very few of the babies were playing with each other and most were stacking blocks by themselves or chewing on some toy while drooling all over themselves. Then there was the constant smell of pee, poo and baby powder that reminded him of his state.

Rob wanted to play with the big kids, they looked like they were having more fun. However the fence was in his way. He grabbed the gate with both hands and began to shake it. When it didn’t budge he screamed and shook the gate as hard as he could, still it did not budge. Rob’s frustration grew, again he shook the gate while yelling hoping that someone would let him out. His outburst quickly turned into a temper tantrum, which turned into the cries of an unhappy baby. He stood there wailing and hoping someone would come to appease him.

- to be continued.

The Return to Innocence - Part 17, Rob’s Story

Within 30 seconds there was an attendant standing behind him ready to comfort the little baby. Instead of picking him up and holding him as expected she put one hand on his shoulder while the other grabbed the back of his pants and diaper, pulling them away and looking inside. “Oh! Poor dear what is the problem? You haven’t made a stinky in your dydee?” She then turned Rob around and stuck two fingers down the front of his diaper. “Uhhh, Gross!” she said, as she reached for some paper towel and wiped her hands.

Rob wasn’t sure why she had reacted that way, then a few seconds later he realized he was peeing in his diaper. Piecing together the events, he concluded she must have immersed her fingers into a pool of fresh pee that hadn’t been absorbed by the gel yet. Rob stuck a finger in his mouth and giggled at her. After the assistant cleaned her hands, she stopped for a second, looked down at Rob and smiled at the infantile behaviour. “How can I get mad a little cutie like you.” She picked him up and carried the child over to the nearest changing station where he was quickly changed and placed back on the floor and allowed to return to the toys.

By the time the diaper change was completed he had completely forgotten about why he had been crying in the first place. The fact that Benny was allowed to play with the bigger kids was completely forgotten as if it had never happened in the first place. With his freshly diapered butt sticking up high in the air, Rob crawled over to the toys scattered in a corner of the room. He found an interesting plastic car with large green wheels that he pushed back and forth. He pretended that it was his work vehicle and he was driving home from work stopping at the grocery store before making his way to the daycare to pick up Benny.

Rob was thoroughly into his game when he stopped. He looked up towards the ceiling, then stuck a thumb in his mouth and took a short break like a man stepping outside for a quick cigarette. He slowly pulled the thumb in and out massaging his cheeks. The rhythmic motion relaxed the child as he meditated barely conscious of what was going on around him. Suddenly and baby stumbled past him, stopped and looked down at Rob. Without removing his thumb he looked up at the larger boy dressed in a yellow t-shirt and nothing below the waist except for his white disposable diaper. The child spied the toy car then reached down grabbed it and toddled away.

Rob was stunned. He sat there thumb still in his mouth as he watched his pride and joy walking away. Rob wasn’t sure what to do but he wanted it back. It was his, no one else can hold it. No one else but him was allowed to have it and it made him furious someone took it away from him. Rob was going to go after the toy when his emotions got the best of him. He started to cry as a baby could only do. His wails got louder as he became more irate. He couldn’t help himself, he’d lost all self-control.

An attendant came rushing over to check up on Rob, she made sure he wasn’t hurt and deduced that he was upset about something of little consequence. She picked Rob up and bounced in her arms as he slowly calmed down. Rob was still frustrated but soon he had forgotten why which allowed him to calm down faster. “There there little Robbie, everything is going to be alright. You just calm down and stop crying and act like a biiiig boy. There there, everything is going to be allll right. Oh, you poor thing it must be almost time for a nap, you look tired.” The attendant coddle Rob as he slowly calmed down. He was happy to be bounced in her arms as she rubbed his back. It was wonderful and secure even if it wasn’t his mother’s musings. It was almost meditative as he burrowed his head into the attendant’s chest. It was calming and his mind drifted into thoughtlessness where he focused on the rubbing and patting of his back.

Suddenly he realised the attendant was putting him down on the floor. He was a little annoyed not to have her complete and undivided attention, he wanted to be held in her warm and comforting embrace and he was becoming frustrated by her lack of attention to him. Without thinking he began to fuss and cry wanting to be picked up. He wanted to be in her arms and didn’t see why he shouldn’t be there. Over the past week his world had spiraled inwards to the point that he only saw the world from his perspective, he only saw his place in the world and had no interest that some other baby needed her help. His fussing quickly became a cry for help as he wanted her to pick him up now and cuddle him.

The attendant returned quickly and bent down to check that everything was okay with Rob. She knew he wanted her undivided attention, something she was used to seeing around the daycare. She also knew how to deal with such a situation. The attendant returned and bent down in front of Rob, placing a hand on his back. He immediately calmed down expecting her to pick him up. However the attendant deftly shook a set of oversized plastic keys in front of Rob, distracting him and causing into to grab the keys to investigate. Quickly the keys found a home in his mouth as he explored their texture with his lips and tongue. With his attention distracted he never realised the attendant had left to deal with another child. Rob was satisfied to remain on the carpet idly sucking and playing with his new toy.

A few minutes later Michelle came into the room to collect her son. She thanked the attendant for taking care of Rob and held out her arms for the little guy. Rob was very happy to finally be back in Michelle’s arms. He didn’t know why, nor did he care why he felt better in her arms but something about her feel and smell made him more secure. Especially in times of distress like now, Rob was happy to be held by her and only her.

Michelle cuddled her son close and prattled baby talk for a few seconds before looking at the clock on the wall. “Thank you for letting Benny play with the other children for a while, however I think he needs to come back more often to learn how to play with others. He hasn’t had as much experience playing with children other than Benny.”

Rob still had his thumb in his mouth but looked up at Michelle with a look of distain on his face at that comment. “How can she say that about me? Who does she think I am?” However he was willing to wait to discuss that with her, this was not the time nor the place to have that discussion.

Michelle thanked the manager for her help and left with Rob while Benny stayed at the daycare for the day. She walked out to the van and strapped Rob into his car seat before lowering the arm wrest. Michelle then jumped into the front seat and they were off. “Michelle. Dat wasn’t fair to claim I need to learn to socialize. I am 40, I think I have more than enough experience thank you.”

“Well hon, you didn’t handle that situation very well. You have to share with others and not have a tantrum when you don’t get your way. You are going to have to learn to play better with others or you are going to have an awfully rough time.” Rob just sat there and pouted. He told himself, “She doesn’t understand. Grown-ups never understand.” For the rest of the journey Rob sat is his seat and said nothing just stewing over his latest frustration.

Once Michelle pulled into the parking lot near Rob’s lab facilities his demeanor changed as his anticipation grew. By the time Michelle had parked Rob was a chatter box of excitement. At one point Rob realized his diaper was getting warm however it was quickly dismissed as he strained to see what was going on.

Michelle opened the side door of the van and unstrapped the baby standing him beside her. “Please baby, don’t move you are standing in the middle of the parking lot.” Rob nodded in agreement however it did not stop Michelle from worrying as she kept a close eye on Rob. He was impressed by the ease it took to unfold the stroller. As an adult it was simple, however in Rob’s position he could see everything from a new perspective. Rob did not struggle or complain when Michelle grabbed him under the arms and hoisted him into the stroller’s seat. As he was carefully placed in the seat, Rob could tell he was damp as the diaper seemed a bit cold against his skin however he didn’t feel like it was soaked.

They walked across the parking lot and to the main doors. Once they arrived he could hear Michelle grunting and struggling with the door. Although he couldn’t see he knew that having a diaper bag, purse and stroller to navigate through the large wooden doors of the physics building was no easy task. Why they had never installed a hydraulic handicap door all of a sudden seemed perplexing, he would have to discuss it with the administration once this crisis was over.

Then out of nowhere a familiar voice called out. “Let me get that door for you.” Michelle stopped struggling and smoothly passed through the entrance.

however it was readily He realized this as Michelle walked up to the front doors only to be met by a grad student who politely held the large wooden doors open for a mother and her son.

“Why thank you for helping. I don’t know how I’d have opened these old doors. You think they would have modernized the building with all the high-tech research going on here.” The 25 year old student just smiled and agreed with the statement. “Now that is a cute little guy you have there. What is his name?” The student bent down to look at the child but Rob was not happy being examined by someone especially someone he recognized from his lectures. She was a top of the class student. He had many conversations with after class discussing complex theories about field dynamics and temporal equations. Rob had briefly considered bringing Karen into the project in a junior role however it’s sensitivity has made it implausible.

Now she was just another woman in the eyes of a year-old baby. Rob looked up at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. Not sure what his next move should be, Karen acted immediately. She produced a Kleenex and wiped away a large gob of drool hanging from his chin making its way onto his shirt. “Now he looks much more suave.” As she looked down into the eyes of the professor. “Someday your are going to make a very cute man with your big dimples.”

Suddenly Rob became very uncomfortable as this foreign woman stuck her face in his personal space. Frankly, the only person Rob felt comfortable around was Michelle and he felt a growing panic rising from his gut. This feeling wasn’t like his need to poo that gave a low rumble from the same area but a sense of impending doom that this strange woman represented. Rob didn’t understand why he was scared by her. He’d had many discussions with her and besides no student had ever scared him like this student did at this moment. As the panic continued to rise in Rob it felt like it could overflow causing him to explode. If fact, he wasn’t if he might have peed himself, as his diapered seemed warmer than usual.

Susan could also see the tell tale signs of a baby in the midst of a panic attack. The fidgeting and grunts of displeasure were enough to let Susan know he wanted his mommy right now and was not comfortable around her right now. Michelle also recognized her son’s discomfort and understood it was time to continue to the lab. “Well we should be off and thanks again for helping with the door.”

Susan just smiled and waved at Rob before disappearing into the crowd. Rob did not wave back as he still didn’t like her, at least for the moment. He did feel bad not being more friendly and at least smiling but for some reason he just was comfortable with a new person today.

Michelle pushed the stroller, towards the annex where the research labs were located. As they passed through the crowded hallways Rob noticed an added bonus to his present height. From this position he could see underneath most of the ladies skirts. Surprisingly a few did not have underwear however this was just a passing note that barely registered with Rob. All children at his age didn’t care what others wore and frankly most babies didn’t care what they wore either. It did surprise him that the women were not more modest. They must realize he was looking up their skirts however if they did notice they didn’t seem to care. He giggled at the thought of what he might be able to get away with.

For the first time Rob saw a bonus to his situation. Imagine the conversations he could overhear because the participants would expect he didn’t understand. He daydreamed possible situations, like pulling off a heist with him as the ‘inside man’ or maybe a career as a model.

He was brought back to reality when a familiar voice appeared from nowhere. “uuuh…Hi Margaret, what are you doing here? Is your husband with you today? ” It was Margaret, Jeff’s wife, she stepped across the threshold of the elevator. Rob began to tense up as he was unsure if their disguise would survive in front of someone who knew him.

“I’m here to meet with, Tim. We talked on the phone yesterday, he asked we meet in a few minutes.” Michelle’s speech slowed as a quizzical look came across her face. “There haven’t been any problems over the past week?”

“Well…no, not really.” It was obvious that Margaret was uncomfortable with the question. The elevator doors closed behind Margaret with an ominous thud, leaving her alone with Michelle and the child. She started fidgeting with the foldable playpen in her other hand. “Jeff has been a little ‘under’ the weather.”

Michelle and Rob looked at each other at the same time. Michelle gaze moved to the playpen and then up towards Margaret. “Your daughter is a little old for a playpen. Is there someone else in your family with a recent need to use it?” Michelle continued to sense a growing uneasiness from Margaret as she nodded 'yes'.

“Margaret, is that playpen for your husband?”

- to be continued.

The Return to Innocence - Part 18, Rob’s Story

Margaret’s eyes almost popped out of her head at the thought her husband’s secret had been exposed. “How did you know? What did Tim tell you?” Michelle just smiled and looked down at her own son. Margaret slowly followed her gaze towards the stroller when she was met by two eyes starring back at her. Rob didn’t say a word he just let out a small giggle and waved up at her.

“You mean…that is Rob?” Margaret was stunned at the idea however her shock quickly turned to amusement.

“Yes. This is my 8 month old baby husband.” Michelle gave a smirk, knowing she was on the inside of a secret.

Rob wrenched his tiny body around to stare up at the two women. “Hey! I’m 10 months, there is a big difference.” The statement was capped with the laughter of a small child. Michelle snickered. “Hon. I think I know how old my children are. Besides, your not even supposed to count that high.”

The doors to the elevator opened as the three exited, with Michelle and Margaret deep in conversation. As they neared the lab, Margaret quickened her pace concerned how Jeff might take the news his boss had also been exposed by the experiment. She entered the lab to see Jeff on Tim’s lap. The baby looked at the baby in the stroller and up at Michelle. “I thought your son was almost two?”

Michelle stopped and looked at the little child speaking well beyond his age. Even though she was prepared to see Jeff in this condition it still amazed her to see a diaper clad child carrying on a conversation. She looked at Jeff and gave a little smirk, “Our son IS two.” Jeff a little confused looked at the infant, “Then who is...oh no! Professor Leahey?”

The little child removed his thumb and looked directly at Jeff. “Yeath it me. What do you think of my new ride?” Rob Leahey giggled and kicked his legs in the air at the comment before his mother removed him from the stroller. He was placed on the floor and the professor toddled awkwardly for a few steps before resting on his diapered butt and continuing towards Jeff at a crawl.

Jeff was placed in a sitting position staring at the infant crawling towards him. Rob sat down in front of his friend with knees spread out, as his heels were almost touching. They stared at each other for a couple of minutes before they began to talk and giggle like two little children.

After a while Jeff noticed Rob was having an accident as the infant didn’t recognise he was leaking around the side of his diaper causing a small but growing wet spot on his pants. Rob didn’t seem worry about the mistake as his attention quickly was drawn away. Rob wasn’t sure but it seemed that he was never dry for long. For the past day or two, whenever Michelle changed him into a dry diaper however it was usually damp within half an hour. Rob assumed his sphincter muscles were undeveloped and too week to maintain closure of the urethra. If the muscles can’t sustain a constant pressure small amounts will escape, usually unnoticed. But not always, as Rob could sometimes feel those small spurts when he bent over or giggled uncontrollably. Then a momentary burst of warmth surrounded his penis and groin before being absorbed into the diaper. Because of his growing inability to remain dry Rob had become accustomed to feeling a bit wet and was quickly getting used to it. He didn’t always notice when he started peeing, the sudden urge or pressure on his bladder didn’t always happen. He was also convinced that there must have been a regular dribble which also went unnoticed. This wetting was much more than a mere dribble but a full blown accident. To Rob it was all the same and unless he was uncomfortable he wouldn’t bother to deal with it. Soon Michelle saw the mistake and proceed to change him using one of Jeff’s diapers, a request from the children since the brand she bought the other day didn’t absorb well.

The mothers saw this as a good time to get lunch out of the way before they could figure out how to reverse this situation. The children ate their food without incident as the women spooned it into their mouths. Once the pureed baby food was finished Margaret removed a bottle from her diaper bag and laid Jeff back in her arms. Initially Jeff refused the bottle, squirming as he fussed as he felt awkward but he quickly realized his embarrassment at acting like a baby was probably an over reaction. Finally accepting the bottle he lay flaccid in her arms, wrapped his lips around the rubber nipple and began to rhythmically suck from the bottle of formula.

After watching Jeff resist momentarily Rob was not going to put up a fuss and he was pleasantly surprised to see Michelle unbutton her blouse. Jeff had hoped he would get a breast to drink from and eagerly waited. Since Michelle had started breastfeeding he began to have an irresistible urge, drawn to his wife’s teat. He watched as her breast slid out from its cup, exposing an engorged nipple. Rob had long forgotten anyone was watching this immature display. All he could recognize in his simple world right now was his mommy’s touch and his mommy’s milk. When the teat was within range he grabbed her bosom with both hands, wrapped his lips around the nipple and began to nurse nosily.

Rob briefly looked around as Michelle transferred her son to the other breast. He made eye contact with Jeff and so much was said without speaking a word. He could see an envy and wonderment in Jeff’s eyes. To Rob it was obvious that his co-worker wished to be in his place getting nourishment. Rob was thrilled to be the center of attention until the other teat was offered and accepted, then Rob’s focus narrowed once again.

Once finished, Michelle put a clean diaper over her shoulder, rested Rob upon his underwear and proceeded to pat his back. Suddenly formula and a huge burp erupted from Rob. He looked over her shoulder and saw Jeff resting in Margaret’s lap, sucking his thumb watching his friend. There was no surprise or shock in Jeff’s eyes, only what seemed liked interest and envy.

Finally the two children were left in the playpen while the women exited to discuss their situation, caring for two new babies. There was a mall less than a kilometer away so they felt comfortable leaving the children in Tim’s care for a short period of time. After giving Tim their cell phone numbers and special instructions, they said goodbye to their babies and left the room.

Rob fell on his cushioned butt and watched their mothers leave the room, then sat in the pen surveying his surroundings. Tim was sorting papers he’d printed before leaving for the bathroom. Rob turned to see Jeff sucking his thumb and looking down at his diaper. Jeff didn’t see Rob stating at him as he used the other hand pushing on the front of his pants. There wasn’t any distress on his face but more of a curiosity. Rob noticed his crotch was also a bit warmer. He reasoned they were both processing their bottles as he remembered how fluids flushed through Benny so quickly. Rob sat back and stared at the playpen’s wall as he felt the diaper grow warmer and concentrated on the sensation.

He was pulled back by his playmates high-pitched voice. “So what happened? Why didn’t you get in touch with us?” Rob gazed down at his crotch and at the symbol of his new status. Taking a deep breath, he pulled an index finger from his mouth as tried to figure out where to start telling his tale.

By the time Rob had finished the story, he was getting weary. Recanting the tale had allowed him to vent his feelings almost causing him to breakdown a couple of times. Jeff had listened intently and squealed multiple times when he recognised a similar experience. Both children had slowed and their enthusiasm was waning, both knew nap time would come soon.

Michelle and Margaret strode through the lab door carrying multiple bags from various stores, clearly happy to have spent time away from their children conversing with another adult. “Honey what are you still doing up? Its past your naptime. We left an hour and a half ago and expected the two of you would be fast asleep by now.” The two babies looked at each other with smug grins on their face for having flaunted their daily routine. Both mothers came over and lifted their children into their arms. Margaret wiggled two fingers under Jeff’s pants and down into his diaper to confirm what she had guessed. Michelle didn’t bother to check Rob, she knew he would need a change.

Both mothers pulled out their diaper bags and spread the changing pads on the counter. The children laid on their backs with their legs spread apart looking up into the eyes of their loving mothers. The snaps around their crotched popped as the women accessed the diapers. Jeff spoke before the women began to undo the soiled underwear. “Michelle, you can use another one of my diapers instead of one of those leaky ones.”

Michelle smiled and reached down for one of the shopping bags. “Thank you Jeffery, however while at the mall I picked up some new diapers for Robbie.” Michelle pulled three items from the shopping bag placing them beside her son. Rob was curious what Michelle had purchased however he couldn’t sit up to see because her hand softly held him down while she removed the diaper and wiped his private parts. She lovingly spread the baby powder around his crotch before reaching for one of the products he couldn’t see. “Honey, we heard your conversation with Jeffery earlier about your diapers. I have to say it was quite funny for us too.”

“Hey Rob. You are moving up to Pampers now!” Jeff screamed about as he squirmed and let loose a babyish laugh.

“No, not Pampers but I did buy a small pack of Huggies. However I found a store that sold cloth diapers. You seemed interested when Jeff mentioned them earlier, so your going to wear one of your new reusable diapers.” Michelle then picked up Rob’s feet and slid the cotton pad underneath. Then letting go of his little feet she firmly pulled the diaper up between his legs and used a package of diaper pins to fasten it in place. Finally lifting each foot the plastic pants were guided up the legs and coming to rest around his groin and waist. Finally after he was checked to make sure the rubber pant was properly in place, he was helped to the standing position on the floor. Across the room he saw Jeff standing there holding on to his mommy. Jeff smiled in amusement wearing nothing but a green t-shirt and a brand new pristine white disposable diaper.

Rob then looked down to see his pants had also been removed, leaving him in a white shirt and what looked like a huge puffy yellow diaper. In fact it was the plastic pants he was looking at that were a milky yellow and the thickness of the cloth made it puff out. It looked huge compared to the disposable, however Rob wasn’t annoyed by the look. In fact Rob let out a squeal of approval for wearing something new and upgraded from those terrible generic diapers. He was happy to be held in Michelle’s grasp while trying to stand, the cloth diapers bunched between his legs far worse than those disposables. He could feel his legs being spread apart further making his balance that much worse. He doubted he could take more than two or three steps before falling over.

The boys were laid on their backs in the playpen, then had a blanket tucked around the two of them. “Now I don’t want to hear a peep out of the two of you for the next hour.” It was a moot point as Jeff was all ready softly snoring. They retreated from the office quietly closing the door behind them. Then turning towards Tim the mothers were ready to hear a solution that could solve their present dilemma.

- to be continued.

The Return to Innocence - Part 19, Rob’s Story

Soon it was time to wake up the infantized scientists and get them ready for a short discussion. The two were woken up and the groggy men did nothing when the women stuck two fingers down the front of their diapers. The playpen was cleaned up and the two were given bottles to quench their thirst. Once they had finished half their bottles, the women carried them to the conference room where everyone sat down or stood on their chairs. With the women sitting beside them to make sure nothing went wrong.

Tim came in and sat at the head of the table placing a stack of papers in front of him. Handing out a small packet of information to each person he began to review the computer logs up to the time of the accident. Tim then began his assessment of the overloaded circuits and the approximate amount of power that was emitted at the time of the accident. Everyone sat quietly listening to Tim and his assessment. The women helped the children turn pages, wipe noses and keep their attention from wandering.

At one point Rob was standing on Michelle’s lap, she had allowed him out of his seat as he fidgetting more and more. Standing allowed Rob to move around a little. Even though he was an adult in mind, Rob still needed to expel the excess energy his little body produced. Michelle smiled at her husband’s antics. He might claim to be an adult but this just reinforced in her mind how infantile her husband really was.

After half an hour of listening to Tim’s report on the results from the accident and possible scenarios that could have caused it, both children were a bit hyper. Even though they were adults, the fact was they were trapped in a baby’s body. Pent up energy combined with their short attention spans were a poor combination. They tried to move around in their chairs, soon both they were sitting in mother’s laps, bouncing on their respective mother’s knee. Both Michelle and Margaret were more comfortable if their boys were safely with them until they calmed down. In the future, they might include a couple of high chairs at the conference table.

Tim was hoping that the two children could be able to contribute to the discussion. He had only a short conversation with Rob which had been fruitful but noticed how easily his little boss had trouble holding his focus. Rob was still able to discuss higher function physics and had already created a few scenarios to explain how the overload could have resulted in the transformation. However Tim had also been disturbed by Rob’s regressed emotions when frustration had almost resulted in a tantrum which had been stopped at the last moment by a soothing hug and pat on his diapered rump.

In the conference room was a bizarre situation that would have confused most people. Arranged around the long oval table where adults and babies holding a higher function debate on physics and their present reality. The children had moments of joyful screams when they had a revelation or saw the solution on the horizon. Rob was happy to be part of the discussion and actively took part although he got overly excited a few times. Jeff was more quiet and contemplative but added unique insights when asked for an opinion. Jeff struggled more than Rob to pay attention or hold a conversation and at least once while making a comment his attention drifted off. He’d been giving his opinion on the stability of the capacitors when he suddenly feel his diaper getting warmer. It did not shock him however the sensation slowly enveloping his groin caused him to focus on the warmth and sense of security it brought him knowing his accidents would not escape the confines of his underwear.

As the discussion rotated around the table, Rob was allowed to stand on a chair by himself while Margaret kept a watchful hand on his back in case his weaker baby legs gave out. Terry wrote their arguments on the board while Jeff and Rob added their comments to define the problem and create new understandings of field manipulation. It was getting on to 1:30 pm and the mothers warned their children of their upcoming nap time. Rob complained bitterly about having to end their discussions soon however Michelle refused to listen. “You go down for your nap everyday at this time and I am not going to change your routine now.” Rob fussed for a minute or two however he was quickly distracted and returned to the problem of field dynamics.

Soon Rob’s daily routine presented itself as his gut announced it was time. Rob looked around the room and knew that there was no privacy to do his business however it didn’t matter as he could barely exert any control over his bowels. He didn’t bother to ask Michelle to take him to the toilet since the answer would be ‘No’, she would remind him that his diapers were for taking care of those messes. Besides he doubted he could hold on till he was on a suitable potty chair. He decided to hold on until there might be a chance for a more private setting. Rob knew that he would be expected to use his diapers and that no one would question his lack of control however it still embarrassing. He was an adult discussing adult issues, it was not the time to show to everyone he was nothing but a tiny little child.

Terry turned towards his boss hoping he would have the magic answer. “Rob, what do you think of the proposal to bring a student assistant into the project. I need help with formulating the procedure and testing some of the theories before we can put a living subject before the DNAM. A while ago you had suggested we invite Karen Mallet to help out?”

Rob was distracted trying to control his bowels as it took all his concentration to hold it in. He could feel his bowels were full and ready to expel but it wasn’t the appropriate time. “Huh? Karen Mallet. Yes yes, she would make an excellent assistant for the lab. Plus her salary could be paid by the university grant which allows students covers Instructor Assistants.” His conclusion ended as he realised that he was already messing himself as a warm semi-solid sensation spread across his bottom. As it spread he was awarded with a wave of pleasure that ran through him like a electric wave rippling through his body. Rob started at the far wall as he was lost in the moment. The ripple of pleasure had dissipated however he focused on the expanding warmth in his diaper. He soon realised that he must have started peeing as the warmth continued to expanded up the front of his diaper. He had come to enjoy the feeling of being encased in a warm diaper and enjoyed every second, it had become the highlight of his day.

When he finally opened his eyes no one was watching him. In fact Terry had turned to the white board to modify his latest formula while Michelle and Margaret were busy in conversation concerning naptime routines. He wasn’t surprised to see Jeff also starting at the wall lost in concentration, obviously messing his diaper also. He watched Jeff in fascination and figured he must have looked just the same a minute ago. Jeff stood on his chair, knees slightly bent and his little pudgy hands holding on to the table. Rob knew when Jeff was done as he gave a slight shiver of pleasure, smiled then stuck a thumb in his mouth. Rob giggled in glee at watching a mirror image of his actions happening beside him.

Within a few seconds all three adults stopped and noses twisted at the rank smell which invaded the conference room. Terry turned to the women and nodded in understanding without saying a word. As he walked out of the room, there mixed feelings as he was glad the women were cleaning up the mess but longed for the day he would have a family of his own.

Michelle and Margaret also turned towards their charges and pulled out the necessary items to clean the two up. Both laid out their changing pads side-by-side, before lifting their sons up and laying them on the pad. Like they had been changing diapers for years, the two women undid the snaps between the baby’s legs and lifted the pants up to exposed two very stinky diapers. Unfastening their diapers, they pulled it back to reveal the depth of the boys’ accident. Rob and Jeff’s face turned slightly red, they had had their diapers changed in private but never had they been changed in front of another person. It probably would have been alright if the other mother had been present however having his colleague stripped bare beside them while being smelly, dirty, incontinent and exposed was humiliating. Without a word the two babies looked towards each other before reaching out to hold hands as their free hand moved up and deposited a thumb in their mouth for soothing comfort. Both women smiled at their children and their infantile act as they saw Jeff and Rob acting more and more like their ages. It made the women somewhat happy to see them acting their cute and adorable ages.

Once their bottoms were cleaned, powder was spread before a white pad was slipped underneath. In unison the children automatically spread their legs apart waiting for the diaper to be pulled up between their legs and firmly taped on both sides. Finally they were dressed in sleepers before their mothers took them to the playpen for an afternoon nap.

After the children were put down for a nap the adult quietly retired to the next room closing the door carefully behind them. In unison both women turned to Terry with a determined look on their faces wanting answers to their infant husbands’ condition. They were both enjoying having a new child in the family however both also wanted their husbands back. “We married men, not babies. How are YOU going to fix this?” The women didn’t need to voice their concerns, it was written on their faces.

Terry knew this was coming. He had two women wanting answers to help their adult-children out of their predicament. He was prepared for the onslaught of questions.

“Ladies, I have a plan.”

Both women were ready to hear his solution to their problem. Terry laid out his proposal, a combination of what he had already figured out on his own and with a few of the holes in the plan filled in by Jeff and Rob at their latest meeting. He was a little hesitant explaining the plan to the mothers as he was waiting for an explosion of anger and frustration. After all, he was the only remaining adult in the lab and rightfully could end up taking the blame for the accident which he was only partially responsible for.

The discussion continued equitably, without rancor or animosity. Both mothers knew Terry couldn’t be blamed for this freak accident that really was a one-in-a-million chance. They also knew that Terry was the only person who could find a solution unless they wanted to wait a long time for new scientists to come in, learn the technology, the nuances of the equipment and safely test new theories on their husbands. There wasn’t really a choice other than following Terry’s lead. Besides, his plan was solid and based on the foundation of the theories and equations developed by their husbands. Tomorrow morning they would return with their husbands and begin organizing the next round of tests. It would also be a good time to introduce Karen and let Michelle and Margaret get to know her. After all Terry wanted to make sure they were alright having Karen assist in the lab and with the children.

There was also an issue of time and the possibility of mental deterioration also. Over the past week both women had begun to see slight changes in their baby’s personalities. Each day they seemed more immature, more child-like. Both men still had their knowledge and intellect completely intact however their personalities had taken a greater toll. Everyday their mothers noticed how a little more of their men had slipped away. Each day Jeff and Rob seemed to become more relaxed in their new roles, not they were used to being a small child but their reactions and emotions seemed to mimic ever more like their physical ages. They were getting more comfortable eating from a high chair, showing little resistance to playing passively in their playpen or even marching around in nothing but a diaper in public.

Diapers…that was also becoming a concern. Their toilet training had completely disappeared. Neither child seemed to have any control over their bladder or bowels. Just as concerning was that neither child seemed to notice when accidents were being made. Earlier today Michelle had watched Rob as he had an accident in his diaper which ended up leaking on his pants. For the longest time Rob hadn’t noticed but when he finally recognised he’d ruined his pants there was no attempt to fix it or call for help. Rob seemed content to sit in a wet diaper and wet pants, just like a little baby.

For Margaret she’d watched Jeff get changed by a teenaged girl and not even put up a fuss. Jeff had laid back and allowed the girl to clean him without trying to get his wife’s attention or help. He had acted relaxed and nonchalant when he was naked in front of a stranger. Michelle was also concerned how quickly he had lost his toilet training. It seemed like it had been a couple of hours after Jeff was put back in diapers that she found him sitting on the couch in a wet diaper and he hadn’t even bothered to get help with his accident. He almost seemed to enjoy it.

It worried both mothers that their husbands were slipping mentally into their new roles. It wasn’t that they acted their new age, in fact it made taking care of them much easier. However it worried the women what would happen when they were reverted back to their adult forms. Would their emotional instability remain? Would they become irritable around 8pm, would they see an adult woman as a sexual partner or purely as objects of comfort and safety? What concerned them most was if their men would have to be toilet trained all over again. They lost that ability so quickly, their wives wondered if it would also come back just as quickly. Would they have to keep their husbands in diapers for the next six or twelve months while they constantly checked for wetness? The idea of changing an adult size poopy diaper was almost too much to imagine.

When the clock struck 4pm, the women went to the office where a temporary crib had been set-up. Both children were snoring quietly as they slept side-by-side. From this view no one could have deduced they were anything but small babies.

Michelle and Margaret woke up them up, changed a wet diaper and dressed them in preparation for the drive home. Jeff and Rob were both groggy from their nap but eager to find out if any progress had been made however it was decided they would discuss it tomorrow as their mothers were running behind schedule. This didn’t help their temperament as they both became fidgety and demanding, wanting whatever their attention was fixated on immediately. However their enthusiasm soon waned as their shortened attention span distracted them by their mothers’ prattling.

Soon the diaper bags were packed and babies cradled under arms as Terry helped carry their extra gear out to the cars. As they drove away Terry stood and waved while a heavy weight in his stomach told him there would be long hours of research and planning, especially with two women that expected 100% success. He could feel the pressure to perform and he knew success would come however the road seemed daunting.

By the time Rob arrived home, he had woken from his slumber. He looked over surprised to see his son Ben in the car sear beside him. His son was quietly prattling away chewing on a toy, just happy to be with his family again. Rob knew from experience his son didn’t mind daycare but had a very strong attachment to Michelle and was excited and needy as soon as saw his mother. As she unbuckled Ben, Rob watched intently as she made baby talk and cooing while paying complete attention to her son. Ben responded in kind, by smiling and giggling excitedly as he held his arms out. Michelle picked him and instinctively Ben wrapped his arms around her neck and buried his face into his breast. Ben looked so serene and confident with his eyes closed, as Michelle carried him away across the threshold into the house. A minute later she walked back outside and moved to the passenger side, opening the door and unbuckling Rob. He was also excited to see Michelle and received her undivided attention. She also prattled baby talk with him, as she picked him up. Nestling his head in the space between her arm and breast he unconsciously stucked a thumb in his mouth, relaxing in the thought his mother would care and comfort him. His life was soft and easy, without the stress to perform. No one would demand anything from him other than a smile and a hug. A total lack stress washed over him in a warm glow, for the first time in a long time he didn’t have to worry about the projects at work and continual expectation for success.

As Rob was carried into the house, the pressure from her hand resting under his bottom caused him to notice he was damp however it didn’t matter to him. His lack of toilet training wasn’t his problem at least for another year or two. When his mommy was ready, she would check his diaper but until then he was content to let it go unchecked. His mind was vacant in an almost meditative state as Michelle carried him inside and lowered into the playpen beside Ben. Rob didn’t move from his sitting position as a warm stream pee ran across his groin as it the warmth absorbed into his diaper.

He was happy to be home where he could fall back into the routine and daily schedule. Soon it would be time for dinner and a bottle. Then a diaper change and a little more play time before bed. Rob was looking forward to his evening, especially since he had no responsibilities, not even the planning of his routine. Michelle would take care of everything. His life had simplified and he was perfectly fine to waste the day playing with sunbeams and chewing on whatever was placed in front of him.

The passage of time also seemed to go faster now days. Rob never noticed how the hours passed quickly. After breakfast it was playtime till lunch. Unless their stomachs growled both boys didn’t know lunch or dinner was coming soon. Rob only knew it was dinner time because he’d noticed the van’s clock read 5:14pm while being lifted from the car seat. He knew that dinner would be soon and he was content to wait a few minutes.

Tonight Rob was served dinner first, then placed back in the playpen with a bottle before it was Ben’s turn. As Rob was lifted from the high chair he could feel the diaper pull heavily on his hips, then he noticed his legs felt a little clammy. Normally he would have chalked it up to the feel of a wet diaper however the cold reached down the back of his legs. When placed in a sitting position he thought the diaper might leak as it squished below him. He knew his pants were wet, which was confirmed when he looked back to see Michelle wiping the seat of his high chair before sitting Benjamin. For now Rob was most interested in the apple juice, the floor of the playpen was waterproof so no damage would be done. He laid on his back and happily nursed from his bottle.

Rob’s incontinence was about as bad as it could have gotten. Most of the time he seemed to be damp since he dribbled with little control over his bladder, much like Ben used to do. Fortunately his son was getting better all the time and remained dry between accidents. Rob and Michelle figured their son would be potty trained pretty soon. Rob giggled around the nipple of his baby bottle at the thought that Benjamin would probably have to help him to learn how to use the potty.

- to be continued.

[Drillers]

great story keep it coming cant wait to read on