At Miss Katie’s House

[Mike D]

Hello dear readers! It’s been a while since we checked in on Mike, Katie, Sandra (and now someone new)! This is the latest installment in this series. As always, comments and critiques are welcome. All plot characters are 18+
 

At Miss Katie’s House

Katie sat on the couch, idly flicking through a parenting magazine she had “borrowed” from her pediatrician’s office. Who even subscribes to paper magazines anymore? Well, apart from Doctors, obviously. 

She glanced up to look at Mike playing quietly in the corner. The contents of the small tub of toys she kept for babysitting were strewn across the living room. Miss Rachel played quietly on the TV across the room - his request. 

She hadn’t seen Mike since she started her maternity leave, though she had heard from Sandra via text and the occasional phone call.

Sandra had sent her a lovely bouquet of flowers after Cassie’s birth, along with a bunch of size 3-6M clothes which were now getting put to good use. It was hard to believe that nearly 5 months had gone by. She was due back at work in two weeks, and she was actually looking forward to it. Cassie would be close by in the infant room, and the staff there were great so it wouldn’t be like dropping her off at an unfamiliar daycare away from work.

Having Cassie had been an adjustment for sure, but her husband was pretty good about helping out, and Cassie turned out to be a pretty easy baby compared to the little terrorists that some of her friends had been “blessed” with. And of course it helped that she was an experienced caregiver already. That was part of the reason why she had agreed so readily when Sandra had called last week, desperate to find a sitter for Mike so that she could escape for a little weekend break with her new beau. Katie’s husband planned to be away for the weekend on a work trip anyway, so she was glad to have the company. 

And truth be told, she missed seeing Mike, even in his current condition. She found herself looking forward to yesterday evening, when Sandra had hurriedly dropped him off, already wearing his jammies and bulky nighttime diaper. He was adorably shy with her at first, and clearly very much zoned out in baby mode. There had been no trace of ‘big boy Mike’ last night, and she had enjoyed interacting with and treating him just like she would any other toddler she was babysitting. She read him a story while she fed Cassie, helped him brush his teeth, and then tucked him into the twin bed in the spare room with a sippy cup of warm milk. She had peaked in on him before she went to bed, and found him curled up with his thumb in his mouth, the blankets kicked to the bottom of the bed, and his diaper sticking up adorably from the back of his pajama pants. 

Mike hadn’t seemed any more with it when he waddled sleepily into the living room this morning, but she’d been busy getting Cassie up and fed, so she hadn’t really had a chance to interact with him much. She quickly changed his diaper (not a hint of objection there) and sat him in front of the tv with some breakfast before returning to Cassie. Hopefully, when she put Cassie down for her morning nap, she would get a chance to assess him more properly.

She still wasn’t sure how far Sandra was going to take things with Mike’s treatments. She knew Sandra was still taking him for regular visits to the Regression Center, but surely she’d have to stop soon? No one wanted a giant infant did they? 

Who knows. Sandra clearly wasn’t done yet. It was plainly obvious that Mike had slipped A LOT more since she’d last seen him at Sunny Hills daycare/preschool before Christmas. Developmentally, she’d probably put him right around 2 now. Definitely younger than 3. He also seemed quite content to be treated as such, which was arguably the most significant change. 

Mike had joined her in late summer the previous year as a very capable preschool-level little. In fact, at that time he was the most advanced Little Helper she’d ever had in her classroom. He probably could have gone one group higher, but Sandra had insisted that he be placed with her, and Katie could hardly deny that request given their history. 

As summer turned into fall though, Mike had begun to fall further behind the actual children in the class. At first it was in more subtle ways, like getting frustrated when he couldn’t keep up with the rules of new games or forgetting to wash his hands after using the toilet. That was ok. She could help with that stuff. It was part of the job. 

But the decline continued, and by early October he was very clearly struggling with even the most basic tasks for a Little Helper. His occasional dribbles and wettings had become an almost daily occurrence, meaning she was spending more and more of her time tending to his accidents, and less time doing her actual job. She’d tasked one of the junior teachers with keeping an eye on him and reminding him to use the toilet, but she was still the only Preschool teacher certified to clean up and change potty accidents from the Little Helpers, which meant long periods of time away from the classroom in the staff bathroom wiping down Mike’s pee-soaked crotch and legs and helping him into fresh undies

It wasn’t the accidents that had led to Mike’s eventual demotion from her classroom, though. It was his nonchalance about them.

The Regression Center specialized in total regression therapy, which included modules aimed at re-socializing clients into more developmentally appropriate attitudes and emotions. Including those towards toileting.

Sometime after Halloween, Mike reached a stage where he was no longer embarrassed or overly concerned about having public accidents, even big ones. He no longer made any effort to hide them (except when he thought that getting changed might necessitate a pause in a more preferred activity). There were no more tears on the changing mat. No more sheepish tugs on her sleeve. 

Unfortunately, that kind of behavior was simply bad for business in a preschool classroom where the most important skill to be learned and reinforced was the need to keep oneself dry and clean. Bottom line - Little Helpers were special - but they were still expected to set a good example for the others. And Mike was no longer capable of doing so in her classroom. 

The final straw fell one afternoon when she had to pause story time because her nose had detected a familiar foul odor. Her eyes went immediately to Mike who was kneeling (not sitting) rather conspicuously in the circle of children on the reading rug around her. 

Normally, she tried to be discreet about checking for and dealing with his accidents, but this time she had just asked him in front of everybody if he needed to be changed. 

Mike might’ve spared himself the demotion if he had told her the truth. But instead, he lied, and insisted quite adamantly that he didn’t. 

Katie had sat there for a moment, looking at Mike and waiting for him to confess, while he just stared at the play mat. The whole classroom was watching this interaction, and she knew she couldn’t just let it slide. Silently, she stood up, marched over to him, and pulled back the back of his pants to check him. She didn’t need to announce what she had found in there. The whole room already knew. 

She held a tight grip on Mike’s hand as she wordlessly handed the book off to her junior teacher and walked Mike out of the room and into the hall, picking up his backpack on the way. Once there, she turned to him, got down on his level, and put on her best firm, teacher voice: “Mike you lied to me again about going poopy in your pants. Remember what I told you about setting a good example for the others?” 

Mike slipped a finger in his mouth as if in thought and then nodded slowly in the affirmative. He was suddenly aware that his bladder was letting go. Had he started peeing while they were still walking? He clenched and stopped the flow, even though it felt unimportant to do so. Miss Katie always sat him on the potty after changing him, and he knew he’d have an opportunity to earn a little praise from her in a few minutes if he held on to the rest for now. 

Katie was still talking in that stern voice: “Uh huh. Well, unfortunately you haven’t been doing that lately. I know it’s not your fault, sweetie, but I think we need to put you in a different classroom, at least for a little while.”

Mike felt unsettled by this plan, but he couldn’t quite place why. Everything had become so jumbled and fuzzy lately. And he was completely zoning out more and more often. Sometimes he lost whole afternoons or days. Oddly though, he didn’t feel that concerned about these lapses or changes. In fact, in this moment he was feeling quite docile and very happy for Katie to lead the way to something new. 

Now they were walking again, hand in hand. Mike had assumed that they were going to the staff bathroom to change first, or maybe the toddler room, because that’s where Miss Katie sometimes took him after a messy accident. But today they kept walking past both and stopped in front of an unfamiliar, brightly decorated door marked “2-3s.”

Katie knocked twice and then opened the door, pulling Mike inside with her. This room was laid out almost exactly like the preschool classroom, but it was very quiet for some reason. There appeared to be no kids in here. Mike was suddenly overcome with a wave of shyness, and did his best to hide behind Katie, who squeezed his hand reassuringly.

Across the room at a single large changing table next to what looked like a bathroom, a woman was finishing changing a boy of around two and a half.  She stood him up on the changing table, pulling his pants back up around his fresh diaper, then lifted him onto her hip and turned to greet them, still holding the soiled diaper. 

She was a lot younger than Katie, but still very much a grownup compared to Mike. As an adult, Mike probably would have considered her more ‘cute’ than pretty with her button nose and minimally applied makeup. Her sandy blonde hair was tied back loosely in a functional ponytail. 

She smiled warmly at both of them, put her finger to her lips to indicate that they should be quiet (it was nap time), and then walked over to them both still carrying the tot. 

“You must be Mike” she said, now looking directly into his eyes and holding that same friendly smile. “I’ve heard so much about you! I’m Miss Rachel”. 

Mike nodded shyly and fidgeted. He was suddenly very aware of the contents of his pants. 

“I’ll be back in a minute so that we can introduce ourselves properly,  but right now I need to get this one settled for nap time. Would you mind disposing of this for me?”, she asked, handing the used diaper to Katie. 

Katie nodded and pulled Mike along with her across the unfamiliar room and into the bathroom. There was a diaper pail in here next to the trash can along with a couple training potties and a small toilet with no stall. Katie disposed of the diaper in the bin and then turned to Mike. 

“Phew - I don’t know if it was that little boy’s diaper or yours that’s stinking up this place, but why don’t we go ahead and get you changed too before Miss Rachel comes back?”

This wasn’t a really a question, even though it was posed that way. Katie knelt down almost immediately and helped Mike remove his shoes and socks and then step out of his pants. She found they were a little bit damp in the crotch, but she knew Sandra always sent him in with a spare pair. 

Katie stood up and removed the clean pants from Mike’s backpack. Then she turned away from him and opened a large cabinet above the sink, removing a tub of wipes, a wet clothes baggie, and a pair of vinyl gloves. She held something else behind her back as she turned and set the rest of the supplies on the small bench next to where Mike now stood.

The tile floor was cold on his bare feet and it was very bright in here under the fluorescents. Mike put his thumb in his mouth, shivered a little, and looked to the doorway to find Miss Rachel filling it. Her eyes lingered on his dampened training pants for a moment and then flitted to the items, on the bench. She had already noted the telltale bulge in the back before he turned around.

“Braiden went down quicker than normal, so that’s a small victory I guess”, she said. 

Katie laughed and continued to pull on her vinyl gloves.

“You can change Mike out here on the changing table if that would make things easier?” Rachel offered. “I can put his changing supplies in his cubby while you do that…unless you just want me to go ahead and change him?”

“No, it’s fine,” Katie said, kneeling again in front of Mike. “I’m already invested in this process here,” (she held up her gloved hands for emphasis) “and besides, Mike is used to me taking care of him when he’s a Mr Stinky Pants, aren’t you, Mike?” 

Mike smiled and nodded a little sheepishly. He wasn’t sure how Miss Rachel would react, but when he glanced back up at her she just smiled back warmly, which put him more at ease. 

He sighed deeply, inhaling the aroma from his backside mixing with the one from the diaper pail. This wasn’t so bad. Miss Rachel didn’t seem to mind that he had gone potty in his big boy pants, nor did she act surprised by it. 

He’d also overheard her talking to the little boy in the same sweet and playful tones that Katie and Sandra often used when they were changing him. Thinking about that now prompted a familiar dopamine-induced rush of warmth and contentment that spread from his head to his toes. 

He decided in that moment that he liked Miss Rachel.

He wondered if naptime was the same in this room as the preschool room. He imagined Miss Rachel humming gently as she held him to her chest and then laid him down on a soft mat. It seemed so real - almost like a memory instead of his imagination. He sighed again, and let the imagery and sensations wash over him fully. 

For some reason Miss Rachel seemed very big now, and he was very small. In fact, he now fit on the nap mat with room to spare. The room was dark and there was a soft lullaby playing from somewhere.

She was sitting next to him and gently stroking his hair. He was aware of the reassuring bulk of his naptime diaper around his waist and between his legs, but that was OK. It was just for when he was asleep, or on long car rides, or at the zoo with playgroup.

Besides, he was pretty sure most of the kids in this class wore diapers ALL the time - even when they were awake. And the rest were in variously successful stages of toilet training. Accidents and wet or poopy diapers were no big deal in this classroom. They were a regular and expected occurrence. It might be nice to have that pressure taken off. He was the only kid in the preschool classroom currently currently having regular accidents. 

He contemplated the thought of wearing diapers all the time. Even in the daytime. He knew he used to feel adamantly opposed to that idea for some reason, but right now he couldn’t remember exactly why. A wet diaper was much more comfortable than wet training pants, and lately he felt very safe and secure whenever Sandra put him in one. It just felt right.

He’d even stopped complaining when Sandra left him in his nighttime diaper for increasingly long periods - often through the morning until lunchtime - even though it often meant that his morning poopy ended up in his diaper rather than the potty. Come to think of it, diapers were better for that too.

But he still didn’t wear them all the time. Only babies did that. And he was still a big boy wasn’t he? 

He thought about this for a moment and decided that, yes, he was still a big boy as long as he got to wear big boy pants at least some of the time. And he could. He could even start going tinkle and poopy on the potty again if he wanted to. 

Come to think of it - when was the last time he had used the toilet. He found he couldn’t remember that either. All he could picture was Katie pulling his wet training pants down his legs, or Sandra holding his legs in the air and wiping his bottom as she praised him for not making a fuss about using the potty. 

Oh well, it didn’t really matter right now did it? Because he was feeling soooo warm and sleepy and content. The funny, nagging pressure from below his waist felt very far away and unimportant right now. 

He decided he would let Miss Rachel put a diaper on him the next time she offered. Or maybe he’d ask for one after his nap, just to test out those waters so-to-speak. That would be nice, wouldn’t it? He began to imagine her diapering him as he felt his bladder let go, the tickling warmth running down his taint and pooling around his bottom before being absorbed. This was heaven! 

A shout of surprise from Katie brought him back. He looked down to find his soiled pants gone and his bottom now clean. In fact, everything was great in the back. It was what was happening in front that was the problem: A golden arc of tinkle was currently streaming from his naked pee-pee and splashing onto the tile floor. 

Oops! 

Mike watched in fascination, completely mesmerized and temporarily unable to recall how to stem the flow. It felt like this was the dream and the memories of being tucked in and soothed by Rachel were reality. He was all out of sorts. 

Thankfully, Rachel sprang into action - grabbing the open diaper that had appeared next to him on the bench, and cupping it deftly over his crotch while pulling the back up between his legs. 

“Oopsie - looks like someone had an unexpected visit from the tinkle monster!” Rachel said in a singsong voice as she held the diaper on him with one hand still covering his crotch and the other gently cupping his padded bottom. 

Mike just gave her a dopey smile and nod as he finished wetting. The tinkle monster was indeed a very frequent visitor these days. The reassuring, gentle pressure from Rachel’s hands through the diaper felt nice against his skin. He shivered a little, but this time not from cold. 

When Rachel was sure he was done, she pulled the diaper away, used the back to roughly mop up the puddle on the floor in front of Mike, and then threw it in the diaper pail. 

By now, Katie had recovered from the shock of almost getting peed on. She stood and retrieved a fresh diaper from the cabinet, this time making no effort to hide it or her intentions. She had been prepared to claim that the diaper was only because he might take a nap soon, but surprisingly Mike didn’t offer any objections.

She glanced outside the bathroom to make sure the coast was clear of any other children before leading him by the hand to the changing table where she creamed and diapered him without a fuss. Then she pulled his pants up, helped him off the table, and sat him down on the floor with a gentle pat to his diapered bottom.

“Rachel - I know you guys are already intimately acquainted by now, but I’d like you to formally meet Mike, my ‘favoritist’ Little Helper and former neighbor.”

Rachel arched her eyebrows for a moment at this news. She hadn’t known that Mike and Katie had known eachother before his…change. Clearly there was more to this story, but that could wait for the staff room or after work drinks.

She bent down and smiled at Mike while offering her hand for him to shake. “Nice to meet you properly, Mr Mike! I think you’re gonna get along great in my classroom, don’t you?”

Mike nodded. 

“Yep - you’re gonna fit right in here. But don’t think for one second I’m gonna let you just play all day. I’ve still got some very important jobs for you to do like helping me put away toys and bringing me things like cups, games and wipes when I need them, OK? Can you do that for me?”

Mike beamed and nodded again proudly. He understood his role as a Little Helper, even if it was in a different class. 

Katie had left him with Rachel a few minutes later, feeling a little melancholy about what was probably the last of her regular time with Mike. She knew it really was the best thing for everybody.

As the month passed before she started maternity leave, she had still managed to see him pretty frequently. She made sure to stop by the 2-3s class at least once a week to check on him. But it was different than having him for herself. She had begun to feel a curious sort of almost maternal concern or possessiveness towards Mike that wasn’t very different to her feelings towards Cassie. 

Was that wrong though? She was definitely the more capable and patient mommy figure in Mike’s life. Sandra had always seemed sort of aloof and bored in contrast.

And for his part, Mike adored her - he always had - and his eyes still lit up whenever he saw her, no matter how far gone he was into baby brain. She sensed he needed the nurturing side of her. He encouraged it even if subconsciously. 

The sound of Cassie gurgling and loudly sucking her fists from her spot next to her on the couch brought Katie out of these musings. It was time for her morning feed and nap. If she was careful, she could probably sneak out and come back without Mike ever noticing she had left. 

To be continued…

[fire07]

Aww so happy to see Mikey back in diapers and the toddler room where he belongs. I can't wait to see what comes next for lil Mike. 

[Guilend]

I wonder if Mike's mommy will ever find out what Kate did to Mike and that Kate and adult Mike had an affair and if Mike's mommy will blackmail or punish Kate somehow for either the affair or purposefully regressing Mike to try and get him to forget the affair in order to keep it a secret. In my opinion what Kate did there was wrong. She didn't do it to protect Mike, she did it to protect herself.

I am happy to see this back. Can't wait to see more

[little won]

Truly enjoying your stories. Thank you for sharing your talent and time.

[littleboyiceland]

Oh Mike D. Your stories are marvelous. Looking forward to the next chapter!