A Little Magic, A Little Push, A Little Baby (COMPLETE, w/ Chapter Ten)

[PeculiarChangeling]

Cover Art by Flashy Flesh

 

Chapter One

“Congratulations–I couldn’t be happier for you.” 

Michelle’s promise was true, even as she hid a wash of emotions behind a smile, hoping that the cheer of the party would hide her jealousy. Candice deserved this as much as anyone, and Michelle wouldn’t spoil things for her friend even if the whole situation made her burn with envy. 

Candice didn’t seem to notice any of the mixed feelings. The gifts in Michelle’s hands distracted her; while they were the same size, one box was wrapped in bright, colored paper, decorated with teddies and balloons, while the other was plain, tasteful, and held shut with only a black ribbon. It was the custom for Little Showers: One gift for the caregiver, the other for the newly Little. 

“Thank you,” Candice replied, tucking her Little’s gift under one shoulder while she pulled at the ribbon on her own parcel. “I just can’t believe it–I’d just started looking for my own Little, and the perfect boy just about fell in my lap!” 

“I’m so happy for you.” Michelle’s words came through tight lips–she’d wanted one for years, but nothing had worked. Personal ads got nothing, Mommy & Daddy sites only got her messages from people assuming she was Little, and good luck spells seemed only to impact those around her, never her. Three of her friends had ended up as caregivers–two of them were even at the party, sipping wine next to the refreshment table while their Littles played patty-cake in the corner. 

Opening the gift, Candice’s smile grew–it was a digital display encased in purple plastic, speaker and microphone built into the base. “A baby monitor!”

“The camera is in your Little’s box,” Michelle explained, nodding to the other gift. “Just because he used to be grown up doesn’t mean he won’t need supervision, after all.” 

“Oh, don’t I know it! It seems like I can hardly turn my back without my little Sammy getting into trouble–you’d think all he knows how to do is rub his diapers,” Candice laughed, and a few others within earshot joined in the good-natured chuckling. “Or, well–rub them and fill them, of course.” 

As though on cue, the star of the party waddled into the room–slim and almost a foot taller than his new Mommy, Sam Franklin–that is, ‘Sammy’, now that he’d been adopted–looked positively adorable. A wet diaper sagged between his thighs, evidence of his recently-revoked potty train, and his T-shirt had a print of ‘Mommy’s Little Dump Truck’ on it, with a cartoon excavator below the letters. 

It was bad form to ask what’d regressed him, but given his slight glower, Michelle guessed it hadn’t been by choice. Then again, maybe he was just cranky because he needed a change. 

“Candice,” he mumbled. “Can I–”

“Mommy,” Candice corrected. “You know that, silly boy.”

“Mommy,” he said, nodding quickly. “Can I please just have a change?” 

The new mommy beamed, and Sammy realized his mistake too late when she said, “Of course, sweetie! Just lie down, okay?” 

“But–” Sammy began, eyes widening as he took in the number of guests. At least they weren’t friends of his, none of them had known Sammy when he’d been grown-up. “I–” 

“You wanted a change,” Candice repeated. “So lie down.” 

(Definitely not by choice,) Michelle thought, her jealousy tempered as she watched it. 

This wasn’t what she wanted–a brat who’d argue, an involuntary Little who’d ended up that way by manipulation or magic or legal mandate. She wanted someone who’d accept her care. Part of her struggles with acquiring her own Little had come from her pickiness, wanting someone who’d fit her just right. If she simply put together a hex jar to sap away some unfortunate guy’s potty training and autonomy, then swooped in to adopt him, he’d resent her forever. 

She wanted a boy who’d depend on her, and who’d thank her for the care she gave. A toy she could play with, certainly, someone she could show off to her friends, but if she had to argue with him, if he refused her instructions out of a misplaced sense of maturity, that’d spoil the fun. 

So, while Candice forced Sammy to lay down and made a show of changing his diaper in front of everyone, Michelle sank back, debating whether she could leave the Little Shower early without it being a faux pas. 

She wasn’t the only one standing back. The other Littles had turned to watch the show, giggling as Sammy fussed, but a young Daddy seemed almost as uncomfortable as Michelle felt. His own Little girl was clearly pleased with her lot–she didn’t cry or fuss except when she lost her favorite pacifier–and Michelle guessed he wasn’t thrilled about seeing a Little in distress. 

Aside from him, only one other person was standing back–a young man with a bit of stubble and a rounded-off build. Physical features aside, he caught her attention for one reason: He had a thumb in his mouth.

It was only for a moment. He wasn’t sucking his thumb, Michelle realized, waving it off as a bit of wishful thinking that’d caused her to hallucinate what she’d wanted to see–he’d just had his thumb near his lips. A second later, though, her wishes were reignited as she caught him running the finger over his paper plate, picking up all the last remnants of frosting before sticking his thumb right back in his mouth, licking the sweet leftovers clean. 

That gave Michelle an idea. 

A wonderful idea. 

She didn’t need to find a Little, and she didn’t need to hex someone to be against his nature. All she needed was to find the right boy, and give him the right push. 

Walking up to the stranger, she opened her posture to him–not saying hello, waiting for him to greet her. The guy wiped his thumb off on a napkin, smiling at her. “I don’t think we’ve met,” he said, offering his dubiously-clean hand to shake. “I’m Jamie.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, Jamie,” Michelle replied, sizing him up. He had brown hair that fell in subtle curls around his shoulders–probably going for a subtle ‘punk’ or ‘alternative’ look to match his leather jacket, but she saw the seed of adorable pigtails, or perhaps braids. His eyes were brown puddles, full of emotion and curiosity, the kind she’d expect from a poet or perhaps an explorative baby. “How do you know Candice?” 

“Coworkers,” he explained, giving an obvious glance back at the snack table as he considered another slice of cake. “We’re both in sales.” 

“Sales, hmm?” Michelle asked, moving to cut a slice and slide it onto his plate, curious how he’d react to being served. “You must be pretty persuasive, hmm?” 

He didn’t even seem to notice, accepting her un-asked-for help with nothing except a smile at the sudden presence of cake. “You could say that.” 

He was perfect. 

“Well–oh, hold on,” Michelle started, reaching out, brushing the side of his jacket and pinching a hair between her fingers as she did. “You had frosting on your jacket, I didn’t want it to ruin the leather.”

“Oh, it’s faux-leather,” Jamie replied with a shrug. “But…thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied, pretending to reach for her phone to check the time while actually tucking the long strain of brown hair away so she couldn’t lose it. 

Tilting his head, he asked, “What were you saying before? About being persuasive?” 

“Oh, yes.” Michelle gave him a sultry smile. She had the plan, now she just needed the man. “Do you think you could persuade a girl to give you her phone number?” 

 

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Chapter Two

Jamie waited until he’d fully exited the bus before he took out his phone to check his notifications. He didn’t like people who tried to text and walk at the same time, thus ended up clogging the door just when people were in a hurry to change over and get moving. Though it was likely that nobody ever noticed, he still took pride in his tiny courtesy.

The notification showed a message from ‘Michelle ❤️ ❤️ <3’. It was, perhaps, a bit early in the relationship to put three hearts next to her name, but he’d been hit with the infatuation bug, and the extra flair in her contact info seemed harmless. 

‘I’m at Drip and Foam, waiting on you to order!’ 

He smiled, typing out a reply, ‘Just a couple blocks away, see you soon!’ 

Walking down the bustling city street, he had to skirt around a Little girl throwing a tantrum, stamping her feet right there on the sidewalk and screaming about a doll. He shared a sympathetic look with the girl’s caregiver, who smiled and rolled her eyes just outside the Little’s field of view–there was no use getting mad at her for the display, if she knew how to regulate her emotions, she wouldn’t be Little. 

Passing her, the slight whiff of baby powder wafting off the Little reminded Jamie to put a little pep in his step. He needed to pee, and while he could hold it for a while, he’d rather deal with the discomfort immediately. 

A few steps away from the coffee shop’s entrance, he stopped, puzzled. Something about his train of thought bothered him, but he couldn’t put his finger on what. 

Frowning, he ran the thoughts back, and started to get an idea. Why did I think about the bathroom after smelling baby powder, of all things? 

Before he could think about it any longer, Michelle caught his eye, waving through the window. He dismissed the question and beamed, getting out of the wind and into the cozy, crowded cafe. 

“Jamie!” Michelle said, getting up to greet him with a warm hug. 

“It’s always nice to see you,” he replied, returning the embrace, feeling her body press against his. Glancing over her shoulder at the restrooms, he began to think of a way to excuse himself for a moment, but Michelle spoke before he could.

“Come on, let’s order–it’s an Espresso sort of day for me, I need the pick me up.” She chuckled and took his hand, pulling him towards the line in a way that left little room for protest. 

“Do you come here often?” he asked, making conversation as they stood in line. With the odors of fresh coffee and baked goods hanging in the air, he felt he could have lived off the smell alone–she’d picked a good cafe.

“It’s my favorite,” Michelle confirmed. “My happy place is here, right between a latte and one of their scones. They heat them up in a toaster before serving, it’s magical.” 

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and he looked up at the menu, skimming options. “Any recommendations?” 

They stepped up to the cashier, and her eyes widened with delight. “Oh, you have to try–” Turning to the cashier, she just took the initiative, placing their order. “I’ll do a quad latte with extra foam, and he’ll have your ‘Original Cocoa’.” Facing Jamie again, she added, “They make it by melting real chocolate, it’s fabulous.” 

Smirking, the cashier asked, “Do you want whipped cream on that cocoa?” 

Jamie weighed the options, considering whether the extra topping would be worth it. He didn’t want to look too juvenile in front of Michelle, not when she was still getting to know him.

“If you have to think about it that much, you want it,” Michelle snickered. “Live a little!” 

“Alright.” Smiling in a good-natured way, Jamie nodded, pleased to have the excuse. “I’ll try it with whipped cream.” 

“Alright,” the cashier said. “You won’t regret it.” 

Michelle paid, then took his hand, knitting their fingers together and pulling him towards a table. Jamie’s eyes drifted again to the bathroom, but he didn’t want to be rude or awkward on their first proper date–he’d wait. 

“So,” he began, hands fidgeting in his lap as she smiled at him. Her smile had something to it that made him swell with feelings–warmth, but also something deeper. Desire, anticipation, emotions he didn’t really expect to be directed his way in general, let alone on a first date. “You–tell me about yourself?” 

She raised a hand to her mouth, hiding a light giggle. “Sorry. It’s not a silly question, just…”

He shook his head. “I know, it’s just so generic–I’m bad at ‘first date talk’. I feel like…I don’t know, we’re supposed to ask about all the basic stuff, your favorite book, your job, whatever, but then I never even know what I’m supposed to say when I get asked questions like that.” 

Michelle nodded. “Alright. How’s this for a question: Don’t tell me your favorite book right now. What’s the first book that you fell in love with?”

Jamie’s eyebrows raised, and he had to think about it for a moment. “Oh, wow, that’s…I would have been just barely learning to read, I’ve loved books since forever. Honestly, it’s probably like…The Pup in the Cup?”

“That’s a baby book, isn’t it?” Michelle asked. “By ‘Professor Pleasant’?” 

“You asked the first book I fell in love with,” Jamie pointed out. “My mom says I asked for her to read it to me every night–I think that qualifies. Besides, it’s really well written–the author worked hard to get them perfect. ‘You can’t kid a kid, and you can’t befuddle a Little’, I think is what he said. He was a Little’s rights advocate, too–donated a ton of money to support services and adoption charities, especially after he and his wife found out they couldn’t have kids of their own.” 

Michelle’s smile broadened. “You don’t need to justify your pick, Jamie–though I’m half expecting you’re going to tell me it’s still your favorite book.” 

“I admire his work, is all,” Jamie explained, not mentioning that he still had a copy of The Pup in the Cup on his bookshelf at home. “What about you, what was your first favorite book?”

Before Michelle could answer, their orders were called out at the counter. She smiled, getting to her feet. “Just a moment, let me get that.” 

Jamie considered using the opportunity to dart to the bathroom, but Michelle returned only a moment later with two mugs–one with a snowflake poured into the espresso foam, the other stacked high with a veritable monument of whipped cream, towering several inches up over the brim of the mug. 

“Oh jeez, they weren’t kidding about the whipped cream,” Jamie began, staring.

“Come on, give it a sip,” she encouraged. 

Picking up his mug, he did as she suggested, raising the lip of the mug to his lips. As he’d been promised, the cocoa was rich and sweet, warming his soul as it rushed down his tongue. 

“Wow,” he said, lowering the mug. “That’s…wow.” 

“What do you think?” Michelle asked.

“So…when I was a kid, I read The Arctic Express,” Jamie said, staring at the mug. “There’s a line in there about cocoa ‘as thick and rich as melted chocolate bars’. I always thought that was just a bit of magical imagination, it couldn’t exist in real life, but…well, I think I found it.” 

Michelle tilted her head. “You like picture books, don’t you?” 

Jamie hesitated. “I don’t know, I guess they were just on my mind.” 

The corner of her mouth curling up in a smirk, she added, “By the way, you’ve got a bit of–on your nose, the whipped cream.” 

“Oh?” Jamie crossed his eyes, and saw the speck of whipped cream she’d mentioned. The pile on his mug had of course left a bit behind, but he stuck out his tongue, trying to lick it up.

Giggling, Michelle asked, “Do you need a napkin?”

“Wha’?” Jamie asked, “And waste whipped cream? No wa–”

He froze, suddenly, tongue still waggling beneath his nose. The pressure on his bladder had vanished, and Jamie realized with horror that he’d lost control, warmth suddenly spreading down his jeans. All attempts to clamp down on his bladder failed–the flood gates had opened, and they refused to close. 

For a second, he was the only one who knew, though Michelle saw his reaction and tilted her head in concern. “Are you okay, Jamie?” 

Before he could formulate an answer, the puddle building on his chair overflowed, and splashing water echoed up from the floor as thin trickles ran down. Michelle heard, and her face softened. 

“Oh, Jamie–don’t worry, I’ll go get some towels.” 

He was too mortified to do much more than stammer, especially as others in the cafe began to take note. The next table over, he heard a muttered comment, low, but projected so that others would hear. “I can’t believe people are still letting Littles go out without a diaper.”

“I’m not–” he started, but he wasn’t even sure who’d made the comment, who he could argue with. “I just–”

At least, finally, his bladder ran dry, but the puddle beneath his chair was plenty big by then. A cafe employee was already next to their table, a pair of towels and a mop in hand, wearing a professional expression.

“Don’t worry,” Michelle promised him, standing up by his side. “They deal with this all the time when Littles leak. You’ve got nothing to be worried about.” 

(Nothing to be worried about,) Jamie thought. (But…why couldn’t I hold it?)

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Chapter Three

Michelle had come prepared for the accident–she just tried to act as though she hadn’t. 

Her regression curse, cast upon Jamie with a simple incantation and a lock of his hair on the same day she’d met him, was a bit of home-brewed magic, and she hadn’t been certain how quickly it would work, but she’d been optimistic about its success and her hope had been rewarded. He’d had plenty of time for the magic to brew before their date, and a few carefully planted nudges–the whipped cream, the discussion of baby books, her efforts to ensure he wouldn’t have time to step into the bathroom–had all done their job perfectly. 

The bag full of beach supplies provided a good explanation for why she had a large towel ready to lay down, spreading it over her passenger seat before Jamie got in. “See?” she declared, patting the seat. “No problem.”

Jamie held his arms over his chest, glancing around uncertainly. His pants were thoroughly soaked, and nothing he could do would hide that fact to passing strangers–he just felt thankful that nobody seemed to recognize him. 

“I’ve got some clothes that should fit you, or we could go to a store somewhere and get you new pants,” Michelle added, prompting him a bit as she walked around the car. If he asked to be taken home, she wouldn’t have a good reason to say no, but if she prompted him with a binary choice, chances were good he would impulsively answer with an option she gave–and no matter what he picked, she would be happy. 

Just as she’d predicted, Jamie nodded meekly, buckling himself in, eyes drifting to the wet stain over the crotch of his jeans. “Can we do your place? I don’t want to go out in…thanks.”

She smiled, patting him on the knee before she got the car moving. “Hey, don’t worry about it. Accidents happen, right?”

“I guess,” Jamie began. “But…”

He trailed off, and Michelle pushed a bit further–she didn’t want him to clam up. If things went her way, she’d eventually wear down any barriers between herself and his inner thoughts, she didn’t want him to close her off. “But what? Don’t worry, Jamie, I really don’t mind.”

“It just came out of nowhere,” Jamie admitted. “I don’t know. I’ve never lost control like that.” 

“Well, there’s no sense in worrying about a fluke,” Michelle assured him. “Bodies are weird, okay? Don’t beat yourself up over one accident.” 

They arrived at her apartment a little later. She half hoped that there would be someone else waiting for the elevator, so she could parade her soon-to-be Little in front of them, but she didn’t have that luck today. They got to her floor without interruption, and just like that, she had Jamie in her house, wearing–she hoped–his last ever pair of grown up underwear. 

“Just wait here, I’ll get those clothes,” she promised, leaving him to blush and stand in place, fidgeting with his hands, unable to sit without staining her furniture. 

Her living room was neat and decorated with an overthorough sense of order–she’d recently gone through spring cleaning, purging clutter. Michelle was no minimalist, but she wanted to make room for the inevitable play pen and stuffies that’d be littering the floor before long. 

Retreating to her bedroom, she pulled a few tags off the new clothes and tucked a pacifier into the front pocket. Hastily looking them over for any obvious tells that they were new, she returned, a smooth lie at the ready as she justified the clothing choice. “My cousin came to visit with her Little recently, and he’s the same size as you–they left a couple things behind. Don’t worry, though, these should be totally discreet.” 

That last part was even true, or at least true enough. She’d bought the clothes from a Little store, but specifically selected the outfit for this lie. The shortalls only seemed juvenile in that they were shortalls–no cute designs, no flowers, no crotch snaps–and if you couldn’t see the bottom, the onesie would just look like a normal shirt. 

Holding up the clothes, she added, “Sorry I don’t have any boxers in your size–it’s these or panties, I’m afraid. Nobody will see–it’s just so you’ve got something on down there.” 

Michelle would have been just as happy if he asked her to go get the panties. Again, she’d jumped ahead of his decision making, forcing a false binary on him so he wouldn’t suggest anything else. She’d learned the trick from a book on dealing with fussy toddlers, and it seemed to work on soon-to-be-Littles just as well.

He was hesitant, a blush spreading up his face, but she’d already primed him for this. ‘Nobody will see’. He reached out, accepting the pull-up, turning it over in his hand. She’d sized it right, and the princesses on the front were as cutesy and feminine as she could find. 

“I guess…” he began, hand moving to his mouth. Michelle’s heart leapt, hoping he might start sucking his thumb right in front of her, but he just chewed on his nail instead. “I’ll just do the pull-ups.” 

“Of course,” she said, handing him the stack of clothes. She wanted nothing more than to dress him up herself, rendering him cutesy and adorable and claiming him as hers, but for that, she could wait. “And just so you know–as far as I’m concerned, our date hasn’t ended yet. Since we had to leave the cafe early, how’d you feel about maybe turning on a movie?” 

“Oh!” Jamie’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Yeah, that’d be really nice. Did you have something you wanted to watch?” 

Michelle walked the verbal tightrope, aiming for suggestive without being too overt. “I don’t really care what’s on the TV,” she explained, leaving it to Jamie to guess what she did care about. “If you want some privacy, you can use my bathroom, okay?” 

He nodded, face still full of blush, and followed her simple directions. When he locked himself in the bathroom to get changed, Michelle nearly squealed in glee. She’d chosen perfectly–Jamie wasn’t just adorable, his attitude would be perfect once he’d regressed a little more. It had taken a heroic amount of effort not to ask him about adoption paperwork right at the coffee shop, when he’d started talking about childhood books. Michelle hadn’t even done that much to plant the subject, just a well placed question! 

She imagined him on the floor, asking for uppies or a diaper change, and her heart surged with excitement along with other parts of her body. She could be patient a little longer, but she wanted this boy. 

The object of her desire returned, waddling out of the bathroom. Even in the unassuming Little clothes, Jamie was darling–bottom ever so slightly puffing from the ‘discreet’ pull-up, shortalls making him look round and juvenile in tiny ways. But, above all that, he had his thumb between his lips, suckling away with a distant look. Seeing that, Michelle nearly lost control of her facade. 

She raised a hand to her mouth, eyes widening, and Jamie stared back at her. Only then did he look down and seem to notice, removing his thumb in a hurry.

“I–” he began, anxiety and fear building in his face. Not just embarrassment, but true worry.

“Oh, Jamie,” Michelle began. She wanted to give him a hug and whisper reassurances, but that would be too far.

He shook his head, eyes watering. “Michelle, I…I think there’s something wrong with me. Something really wrong.” 

(Oh, to hell with it,) Michelle thought, stepping up to him and wrapping her arms around his body. He tensed, then melted into the hug, embracing her back. 

“Don’t worry,” Michelle promised. “Whatever’s wrong, I’ll help, okay?” 

“Okay,” he sniffled, squeezing a little tighter. 

“Everything is going to be okay. I promise.” 

Michelle knew then, there was no turning back. This boy was hers. 

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5 hours ago, keith60 said:

I hope there is going to be more 

Well, you're in luck!

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Chapter 4

Jamie felt a little foolish, sitting on a low stool in the middle of Michelle’s living room while she walked a tight circle around him, waving a garland of lavender over his head, mumbling words that sounded like gibberish. 

When Michelle had explained her theory–that he’d fallen afoul of a curse–he’d almost thought she was joking. Jamie had never learned much about witchy stuff–he knew about people falling afoul of curses and regression spells, but it hadn’t seemed worthwhile to learn the ins and outs of how they worked. Jamie made sure to always show kindness and respect to antique shop owners and avoided fortune tellers, and that had served him well…until now. 

In a stroke of luck, though, Michelle seemed to be an expert. She’d known what to look for, and in only a few minutes, she had prepared a simple test to check him over for traces of magic.

“Bad news first,” Michelle announced, as she completed whatever bit of witchcraft she’d done to check him out. “You’re cursed.”

Throat going dry, Jamie tried not to let his feelings get the better of him, though he felt like a doctor had just given him a terminal prognosis. “I’m going to regress?” 

“Not necessarily,” Michelle replied, shaking her head. “It looks like this is a sort of self-fulfilling hex. It draws strength from your behavior–if you act mature, it’ll slowly fade. You’ll only regress if you act in childish ways.” 

He frowned, thinking back. “Well…what did I do that was childish at the coffee shop?” 

“Peeing your pants is rather juvenile, isn’t it?” Michelle asked, tilting her head. “That’s probably what regressed you to the point of sucking your thumb.”

Her answer felt wrong to him, but anxiety had clouded his thoughts and he couldn’t pinpoint the issue. “Alright.” He nodded a couple times, reassuring himself. “Alright. So…I just have to remain mature, right?” 

“Right,” Michelle assured him, patting his shoulder in a comforting way. Her fingers gripped him just a little, almost like she expected him to fall over without her support, but then she relaxed and pulled her hand away. “Just…make sure you don’t wet your pants anymore, and don’t suck your thumb. You should be fine.” 

Nodding, he got to his feet. The shortalls felt a bit snug as he moved. He typically preferred baggier clothes, not form-fitting denim that pulled the pull-ups against him, reminding him of the extra padding whenever he moved around, but he could change once he got home. “I…I should get going. Thank you, Michelle, for your help today.”

“Of course,” she said, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? We could still put on that show?” 

A part of him wanted to agree–in part simply because Michelle seemed sad to see him go, and he really did want to get to know her better–but he needed to take some time to process the news about the curse, and didn’t feel like he’d be able to relax around Michelle. “Rain check? I do want to spend more time with you, this is just a lot to take in.” 

Her face flashed for a fraction of a second with disappointment, but she recovered so quickly that Jamie realized he must have misread her emotions. “Of course,” she said, opening her arms and pulling him into a hug. “Good luck, Jamie.”

Hugging her back, he felt her soft body press against his–warm, comforting, reassuring. He wanted to stay, even more, but stuck to his original decision. It seemed too juvenile to stay just because it’d be more fun, the responsible choice would be to head home. 

He regretted his decision to leave almost immediately, but not because he wanted Michelle’s company–just moments after getting onto the bus, he felt pressure in his bladder, an unexpected need that struck him with an urgent need. 

The bus started to move before he could get off, and though the next stop was only a half dozen blocks away, he didn’t know of the nearest public restroom he could access. Shifting his weight from side to side, he bit his lip, anxiously wondering if he could make it. He wanted to put his thumb into his mouth, but fought the urge, pushing his hand back down every time it tried to rise up to his lips, fighting for maturity. 

(Should I be doing a potty dance?) he thought, fretting as he shuffled, leaning on a handrail. The bus was mostly empty, but was he getting strange looks? Did they know he was acting like a child? (Is it that immature? What did Michelle say?)

‘Don’t wet your pants, don’t suck your thumb’. That had been her warning.

He tried to think what to do, but it felt as though his thoughts were steeped in thick fog. Should he go find a bathroom? Would a Little really make all the other people on the bus stop so he could run off to use a toilet? 

Could he hold it, if he tried? 

(Think,) he told himself, bumping his head against the metal pole to try and shake loose a thought. (Just…do what Michelle told you.)

‘Don’t wet your pants.’

‘Don’t wet your pants.’

(Oh! Right!) The idea struck him like a static shock.

He had on a pull-up. He could use that, and he wouldn’t wet his pants at all. It’s what he had it on for, after all, and rather than stand there hopping from foot to foot like a little kid, he could take the simple, mature choice and use his princess pull-up. 

Relaxing, he stood straight, bladder giving in to the need. Like the accident at the coffee shop, he felt warmth spread over himself, but unlike before, it stayed contained, wicked up by the padding. This didn’t feel like a mistake–it felt right, and the comforting, super-absorbent pulp swelling around his parts, warm, soft… 

(This was the right decision,) he assured himself, sighing in relief. 

He knew what Littles looked like when they had accidents–it was like at Sammy’s Little shower. They threw a tantrum and cried, complaining to their caregivers, pretending that it hadn’t been their fault. He wasn’t like that at all–he’d used his pull-up like a grown up, and it didn’t bother him at all.

Now that he was confident in his maturity, he really wanted to suck his thumb in congratulations, to self-soothe as a reward for his smart decision making, but he knew better than that. To keep his hands busy, so that his thumb wouldn’t find its way into his lips by accident, he stuck them both in the shortall pockets. To his surprise, he found something–a plastic object with a soft, rubber bulb on one side and a ring on the other.

(Oooh. Michelle thought of everything, didn’t she?)

Taking out the pacifier, he turned it over in his hands. She was so smart–he didn’t need to suck his thumb at all! Plopping it in between his lips, he tasted the rubber bulb, eyes crossing in pleasure as he sucked down. 

Between the relaxation offered by the bulb, and the warm saturation pressed between his legs, held snug against his skin by the shortalls, he felt a deep sense of desire, lulling him in, coaxing him to suckle harder. He shut his eyes, feeling very nearly high, the rest of the world fading around him, minutes rolling by as he enjoyed the soothing. 

This felt good. It felt right. It didn’t matter what some stranger on the bus might think, and he didn’t need to search their face for a clue as to whether he was behaving in a mature way–Jamie knew he had to be making the right choices, because he was starting to have some very grown up thoughts. He couldn’t wait to be home, where he’d have more privacy. 

The bus finally came to a stop by his building, and he waddled out, suckling harder in anticipation. He hadn’t known a pacifier could feel so good, but as he rushed to get home, he felt his erection build within his soggy pull-up, growing a little warmer as a fresh trickle of pee soaked into it. 

He barely noticed his neighbor as he passed her to get into his apartment, slamming the door behind himself, slumping against the wall and sinking down. 

(Yes,) he thought, imagining Michelle’s body close to him, her hands wrapped around him. Sucking harder, he throbbed inside his pull-up, and fantasies played out in his thoughts.

Jamie had done the mature things–he’d used his pull-up, he’d suckled his pacifier, he’d made sure to get home and find privacy before enjoying grown-up fun. He deserved this. Drooling over the pacifier’s tip, heat and need and passion growing inside him, he finally felt the climax build, edging towards orgasm without even needing to touch himself.

He moaned loud and uncaring into the pacifier, and lost control, breaking through another threshold. Pleasure exploded within his pull-up, and he continued to suck passionately, spurting into soggy padding. 

It seemed to last forever, harder and more intense than any sex he could remember, buckling his knees, pleasure that overrode everything else. When it ended, he sank down, laying on the floor, sweaty, delirious, and happy he’d been smart enough to use his pull-up.  

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[keith60]

this is a good story 

[Eagle0769]

Wow I like this.

I didn't know she wanted a baby little girl. 🙂

[PeculiarChangeling]

On 3/22/2024 at 9:59 AM, Eagle0769 said:

Wow I like this.

I didn't know she wanted a baby little girl. 🙂

A baby girl, or a sissy boy will do

Chapter 5

Jamie took slow, heavy breaths, his senses returning to him as the post-orgasmic high dissipated. Uncertainty faded, and after a long moment of recovery, he took stock and realized how much trouble he’d landed in.

He’d been smart to wear his pull-up, sure, but now he’d found himself with a new problem: As he lay there, panting for air, he found a new warmth trickling into his pull-up. He was having another accident, and this one had come without warning. Jamie hadn’t intended to go–it had just happened, and he’d only realized after the fact. That meant he’d slipped further, that his curse had found some other ‘immature’ behavior to feed upon. 

Suckling his pacifier for comfort, Jamie fought the tears that threatened to well up in his eyes. (Michelle promised you’d be okay–you just need to figure out what went wrong, so you don’t do it again!)

It worried him that he’d made another mistake without thinking. He’d been so vigilant, and he’d still failed. His best just wasn’t enough.

Was it that he tried to make himself feel good? Did self-pleasure count as an immature behavior, and he should’ve waited and done that with Michelle? 

His eyes widened and he sat up straighter, surprised at himself–already, he was thinking about Michelle as someone he could be intimate with. They’d only known each other for one date, and he’d spent half that date panicking about wet pants and Little clothes. Yet, when he thought about having grown-up fun time, he couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone but Michelle. 

Squirming, he tried to think, but the heat in his diaper distracted him as it squelched against his parts. That would need to be taken care of–a grown up wouldn’t just sit around in a soggy pull-up. (Would they?) 

Pursing his lips, he took out his phone. The keyboard made him feel dizzy–the buttons were so small, and all right next to each other, but he managed to type out his search, hunting one key at a time until he found the letters he needed. 

Do adults change their diapers right away?

The query brought up a few suggested articles, mostly directed at new caregivers for Littles. 

Is your Little one bigger than you expected? Here’s how to change those big accidents! 

Diaper Rash on your little’s bum? Five tips for preventing discomfort for your special one.

This One Weird Trick Diaper Companies Don’t Want You To Know! 

Squinting at the words, Jamie found no direct answers, but one thing seemed obvious: Nobody was talking about how to change your diapers, it was all about how to change someone else’s. 

Put another way: Grown ups didn’t change their own diapers, they got another grown up to help.

Proud of himself for making the deduction, he got to his feet. Now he just needed someone to help him, but he wasn’t sure who. His parents lived a few hours away–too far. Were any of his work friends close enough that he’d ask them to wipe his bottom? That seemed like too much of a favor, and besides, he didn’t want anyone to gossip around the curse. If HR found out he was regressing, he could be in hot water at work–better to keep things private.

While he pondered who to ask, his phone chimed again. He lifted the screen, smiling behind his pacifier shield as he read ‘Michelle ❤️ ❤️ <3’ next to the text. ‘Did you get home alright?’

Blushing, he tried to peck away at the keyboard to respond, but he was having trouble with letters, and a few words took him almost a minute to type out. Grumbling to himself, he tapped the button to call her instead. 

“Jamie?” Michelle picked up almost immediately, concern in her tone. “Are you alright?”

“Michewwe,” Jamie began, but realized he’d never taken the pacifier out. He spat it into his hand and tried again. “Michelle, I…made it home, but the curse is getting worse.” 

“Oh no,” Michelle said, with a tone that said, I’m sympathizing with you, rather than, I’m worried. “Tell me what happened.”

“I got off the bus, and…” he began, blushing as he tried to explain without going into detail. “Um…when I got back to my apartment…it doesn’t matter, I just need to make sure to behave.”

“Jamie.” Michelle’s tone wasn’t upset, but it sounded a degree more firm than it had before. “Did you have another accident?” 

Her words were so direct, he answered without thinking. “Yes. I…how’d you know?”

“I can always tell, sweetie,” she said. “That’s nothing to be ashamed about. You couldn’t help it–but aren’t you glad you were wearing your diaper?” 

“They’re just pull-ups,” he fussed, pacing across the floor. “Not real diapers.”

“Okay,” she said, with a giggle that suggested she didn’t really agree. “Do you have a grown up to help you clean up?”

(She’s so smart,) Jamie thought, shaking his head as he held the phone. “No…I don’t know who to ask.”

Another stifled giggle, barely audible over the line. “Do you want me to come help you, Jamie?” 

He flushed. “I…are you sure?”

“I promise I don’t mind.” 

He nodded a few times, remembering a second later that he had to speak to be heard. “Yes, please.” 

“I’ll be there soon,” she promised. “Just wait for me, okay baby?” 

“Thank you.” Jamie sighed in relief, glad to have that problem taken care of. “You’re so nice, Michelle.” 

“Awww,” she said. “You’re the sweetest. Goodbye, Jamie!” 

“Bye bye, Michelle!” He hung up, satisfied with how that’d gone. Michelle really didn’t seem to be phased by anything–she was sweet, and nice, and smart, and managed to be ready for everything. 

He wasn’t sure what to do while he waited, so he put his pacifier back in and just stood there, uncertain what to do. It wouldn’t be long before–

His phone chirped again, another message from Michelle. ‘I’m outside!’ 

He blinked–that was fast! Texting her back, he spent twenty seconds finding the letters for ‘Omw’, then waddled out his apartment door, hurrying to let her in. 

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Chapter Six

Michelle felt giddy as she waited on the step of the brownstone apartment building. She hadn’t allowed herself to believe that this plan would really work, let alone that she’d have Jamie in her arms in just a few days, but now–suddenly–it seemed possible.

He’d asked her for a diaper change. 

Jamie had asked her for a diaper change.

Maybe she’d been a bit too hasty, all but admitting she’d followed him home and had been waiting in hopes that he’d call her for that very reason, but she couldn’t wait. She needed to see–

Jamie opened the door, and something inside Michelle melted. He was just so…adorable. Helpless. Wonderful. Perfect.

He stood in the doorway, legs splayed more deliberately than when it’d just been a crinkly pull-up between them. He carried the faintest odor of stale pee, but that didn’t matter, she knew even without being told: Jamie had the awkward waddle of a Little with an over-soaked diaper, one who knew they’d leak if they weren’t careful about managing the squelch between their thighs.

His face, though, was what made her heart soar. Big brown eyes pleading, afraid, in need of a strong, caring hand to come tell him everything would be okay. His hair fell around his shoulders, and he’d begun twirling a strand around his index finger, shyly avoiding eye contact. 

“Let’s get you home,” Michelle said, offering him her hand. “Okay? I’ve got diapers for you there.” 

He nodded shyly, hand drifting up to his mouth, then he caught himself. Reaching into the pocket of his shortalls, he took out the pink pacifier she’d planted there and plopped it between his lips, suckling with a little more confidence. 

(Oh, hell,) Michelle thought, feeling her own panties get wet–but not for any lack of potty training. (I need this boy.) 

Helping Jamie into the passenger seat–she wasn’t quite ready to get an adult booster for the back yet, he might realize that was wrong–she leaned over, buckling him in. Impulsively, she gave him a little peck on the forehead before pulling away, leaving a tiny lipstick mark above his eyebrows. 

“You did the right thing by asking me for help,” she promised him, looking Jamie in the eyes. “I’m proud of you.” 

He looked like he might start to sniffle and cry, but Jamie just squirmed and nodded, clearly uncomfortable with how his diaper felt when it squelched beneath his weight. They’d need to fix that–Michelle wanted him to know that used diapers were a good thing, that they were a chance for Mommy to take care of him. No more negative associations, just happy thoughts.  

Then again, as she leaned over him, she caught a faint whiff of sex, a chlorine odor that told her Jamie had already enjoyed a few happy thoughts in his diaper. He was further along than she’d ever imagined.

Walking around her car, she got in and began to drive. She felt every red light, every stop sign–she yearned to get him home, and every second that kept her away from the Little boy she’d claimed as hers was infuriating. 

When she got to her space in the parking garage, she all but dragged Jamie out of his seat, fingers lacing around one of the straps of his shortalls. (I should get a lead for him,) she thought, passion driving her as she led the waddling young man to the elevator. 

This time, as she prepared to take him up to her floor, she got her wish. One of her neighbors waited in the chamber full of elevator doors, and when Michelle walked in, the older woman glanced over at her. 

“Good afternoon, Michelle,” the neighbor said, her eyes sizing Jamie up. “Who’s your…friend?”

Jamie shuffled his feet, looking down at his shoes and avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t mind him,” Michelle said, brimming with joy as she quietly called attention to Jamie. “He’s just shy because he…well, he needs my help a little.” 

She pulled him a little closer, protective, and Jamie reached out with his hand, fingers lacing with hers. He wanted to hold her hand! 

Michelle had to stifle a squeal of joy as she got onto the elevator with him, riding up to their floor with the older neighbor. Michelle didn’t even say goodbye, too focused on her goal, leading Jamie by the hand to her apartment. 

The door opened, and shut, and they were alone together. She couldn’t wait any more. Turning to face him, Michelle let her passions out, lifting Jamie’s hand in hers and pinning it against the wall and over his head. She used her other hand to grope the front of his shortalls, feeling his diaper squish beneath her fingertips, feeling him grow hard beneath the soggy padding and layers of fabric. 

“You were such a good boy,” she said, face moving up to his. “Remembering to use your diapers, remembering to call me for help–but is that all you wanted my help with?” 

Jamie trembled at her touch, and he shook his head, the handle on his pacifier rattling. She felt his hips move, pressing himself into her hand harder, succumbing to her advances. 

Leaning in, Michelle kissed the front of Jamie’s pacifier, then she reached up and fished the crook of her finger under its handle, pulling it free so she could kiss him on the lips. Their bodies were warm and desperate, each of them trembling together with anticipation and need. 

“Will you let me take care of you?” Michelle asked, whispering against his lips. All this boy had to do was ask, and she’d do anything to keep him.

He nodded. “Yes–please.” 

Michelle didn’t know what exactly he thought of all this–whether her hex had left him confused, whether he was eager for any sex regardless of context, or if her wishes had come true and he’d already begun to feel the link between her care, his diapers, and fundamental pleasure, but for now, none of that mattered. 

She’d waited long enough, and she knew she had him. Now it was time to play with her Little boy. 

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[Eagle0769]

Another good chapter. I really like where this is going.

Their sizes are they like a little in the diaper dimension stories or our size.

Michelle is really a witch with her spells and incantations.

Can't wait for the next chapter it should be hot. 🙂

[PeculiarChangeling]

7 hours ago, Eagle0769 said:

Another good chapter. I really like where this is going.

Their sizes are they like a little in the diaper dimension stories or our size.

Michelle is really a witch with her spells and incantations.

Can't wait for the next chapter it should be hot. 🙂

Everyone in this setting is 'Normal' size, in that they fall into the same range that people in the real world fall into. Unlike the DD, being Little here isn't about size/genetics, it's just a mental state and social class.  

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Chapter Seven

Jamie toppled as Michelle pushed him onto the bed, legs feeling unsteady–it felt as though the pee that had soaked in and made his diaper sag had imbalanced his whole body, even though the pull-up couldn’t possibly be that full.

Regardless, he fell back and landed on the mattress, and though he expected her to start changing him, he didn’t expect her to be quite so enthusiastic about it. She followed him onto the bed, pulling the straps off his shortalls, straddling his knees as she pulled the garment down off his body, so that only his onesie and pull-up remained. 

“Be a good boy and lie still for me,” she instructed, moving to discard the shortalls completely. 

Jamie nodded, and felt silly for doing so–he didn’t need to agree, that was like agreeing to breathe. He would simply do whatever Michelle told him to do; she knew what would keep him safe, what the grown-up choices would be, and he’d be better off following her instructions than trying to think for himself. 

The snaps on his onesie came free, and Michelle’s hand slid up the front of his fully saturated pull-up, groping the crotch of his diaper. He was burning with desire, but to his surprise, he hadn’t grown hard enough to make the diaper tent out, only bulging it a little. Jamie could absolutely feel Michelle’s fingers stroke over the soggy garment, but he didn’t know if she could feel him back. 

Still, it didn’t matter–Michelle pulled her hand back and slid off the bed, though he would have been fine for her to leave it there forever if it meant the dizzying pleasure stayed firmly in his thoughts. Instead, though, she began to change his pull-up, ripping the sides so that it could be removed just like a thoroughly saturated Little diaper. 

The baby wipes she produced were warm, pre-heated for his comfort, and she worked delicately to clean all the stale urine from his skin. She didn’t tease or make fun, and instead only said, “See, I’m so proud of you–aren’t you glad you weren’t trying to wear silly grown up underwear? Isn’t this nicer than icky, cold pants and a huge stain to clean up?” 

He nodded, though his attention was split by sensation as she sprinkled baby powder between his legs, rubbing it in with her hand. Fingers stroked up his cock, massaging in the perfumed powder, and he felt tiny and blissful, eyes rolling back in his head. 

Michelle wadded up his old diaper and discarded it. Jamie didn’t see where, and he didn’t care, that wasn’t his problem to worry about. He expected a new pull-up, or maybe a new diaper, but instead, Michelle leaned over him again. 

“I need to do something before I put your diaper on,” she explained, hands on his thighs. “It’s important.”

He nodded. “Mhmm.” He’d do it–but what was it? A hint of skepticism washed over him, dampening his arousal. Jamie hadn’t done this before, but he felt fairly certain that she should have put a fresh diaper on him immediately. 

“Roll over, and get on your hands and knees,” Michelle instructed. “Okay? Be good for me, and this will help you keep your grown-up thoughts.” 

That explained it–this wasn’t normal, it was to help him stay a grown up. Placated, Jamie did as he was told, eyes down on the bed as he raised his naked bottom into the air. 

Looking between his legs, he saw himself, confirming what he’d felt–his cock looked smaller than he remembered. In fact, his whole body seemed different–was he a little more slender at the waist? Had his hips swelled a bit, giving him more overt curves? 

He frowned, brow furrowing, trying to decide if the changes to his body were simply a trick of perspective. He normally saw himself in a mirror, not while kneeling, looking down at his half naked body. 

Before he could question it further, he felt the bed shift, one side pressing down as Michelle crawled onto the mattress behind him. He felt naked skin against his back, and Michelle’s fingers laced with his shaggy hair, pulling his head back so she could whisper in his ear. 

“A good, grown-up boy would let me use him,” she whispered. “However I want. Are you going to be good for me?” 

Jamie nodded diligently, but this felt wrong. He wanted–he needed something, but–

Michelle anticipated his need and reached around his face, pressing his pacifier between his lips. He sucked down on the bulb, moaning in relief as he felt it calm him. Then, from behind, he felt pressure against his bottom–not the need to go, but instead a hard force, slick and firm, pushing inside him. 

Eyes widening, he looked down again, watching between his legs as Michelle pressed her hips against his thighs, pushing the strap-on into him, filling him up. He couldn’t help himself–he moaned, shuddering as she pulled back and thrust again, a little faster this time, sliding in and out of his bottom with an escalating rhythm. 

(Yes,) Jamie thought, as Michelle accelerated, pounding into him, one hand still laced in his hair. (Yes, I–I’m a good boy, I’ll do what M–m–)

“Mmphhh…” he moaned, his own parts quivering, ready to burst from the pleasure as Michelle filled him, using him for herself, driving the strap-on into his G-spot over and over again.

But, again, she knew his body better than he knew it himself, and before he could spurt onto her mattress, overwhelmed by the burning need to cum, she stopped, retreating, pulling out of him. 

“Such a good boy,” she purred. “There you go…”

“Buh…” he stammered, pacifier dangling between his lips. “I…I wanna…” 

“You want to make me feel good now, right?” she finished, planting the words in his mouth and the thought in his brain. “To thank me for using you?” 

Helpless to think for himself, Jamie nodded–Michelle was right.

“Then we should get you in your diaper, before you have a little accident,” Michelle cooed, shimmying out of the strap and setting it aside, along with her panties, leaving her as naked below the waist as he was. 

Jamie was as hard as he could be when he rolled onto his back–which wasn’t all that impressive, though Michelle didn’t seem to care about his diminishing manhood. She was clearly wet, dripping with arousal that seemed as intense as himself. That reassured him–he had to be mature, he had to be grown up, that’s why she was so interested. 

She had a diaper ready, though, and slid it under his hips, folding it…

(Where did she get all this from? Did she already have it in here? Why…dhuuh…) 

His questioning thoughts were rendered into putty as she pushed the fresh diaper down over him. This was no pull-up, it was fluffy and snug, playful monkeys and jungle friends decorating the exterior. Feeling the thick, comforting padding press down over him, Jamie began to drool around his pacifier, mind sinking in a soup of pleasure. 

Two large tapes secured the diaper down, and Michelle ran her hand up the front one more time, satisfied in her handiwork. “Now,” she instructed, crawling up onto the bed, hooking a finger into the pacifier’s handle once again and pulling it free. “Are you going to be a good boy?”

His nod came automatically. Of course. He was a good boy.

She spread her legs, showing off her waiting sex. “Then show me how you use your mouth, and make me feel good.”

Jamie required no further instruction. Crawling forward on the bed, freshly diapered bottom sashaying in the air as he approached, he dipped his head between her thighs and showed Michelle that he knew exactly how to demonstrate his maturity. She gasped as his tongue ran across her clit, and Jamie worked himself harder.

She reached down, fingers lacing once again through his long, lush hair, and she pulled down–unnecessary, because Jamie had no thoughts of pulling away, but her need filled him with satisfaction more deep than he could remember. He wanted to make her feel good. He needed to make her feel good. She’d cared for him, she’d changed his diaper, she’d used his bottom and helped him, and now he could show her how much he cared for her in return. 

This was right. 

This was what he was for. Making M…m…

“Yes,” Michelle gasped, back arched in ecstasy. “Use your diaper for me–show me how obedient you–” 

Her words trailed off as she rode into the beginnings an intense climax, but Jamie didn’t need to be prodded further. As soon as she’d said, ‘for me’, he’d strained to obey, scrunching up his face, grunting, pushing out the last dregs of his potty training to show his obedience. 

His bowels emptied, at first because he strained with effort, then because he could no longer stop them–his willful release turned to an uncontrollable wave, the seat of his diaper crinkling as it bulged to contain his fleeting maturity. 

As he felt the mush swell against his skin, packing into the diaper without a trace of control or shame, he felt an intense wave of pleasure wash down his body, and he clung to Michelle’s thighs for support. She screamed in satisfaction, and Jamie felt sheer bliss as he shuddered and groaned, forgetting himself, forgetting everything except for the ecstasy of his diaper, the comfort of Michelle’s touch, spurting at the mind-melting pleasure that came to him from his diaper.

Sweaty, endorphins washing into the two of them, they collapsed into each other, exhausted in the way that only joy could bring. 

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[Eagle0769]

Big WOW to this chapter but I like it. 

Jamie must be a submissive baby girl male.

What kind of magic or spell was she using on him?

Didn't expect this from her or him. 🙂

[PeculiarChangeling]

On 3/30/2024 at 11:35 AM, Eagle0769 said:

Big WOW to this chapter but I like it. 

Jamie must be a submissive baby girl male.

What kind of magic or spell was she using on him?

Didn't expect this from her or him. 🙂

The magic effectively does what Michelle explained - the more immaturely he acts, the more he regresses - though she didn't mention that it also causes immature acts to feel really good, incentivizing him to do them more often.

 

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Chapter 8

Jamie suckled absently on the large rubber bulb of his pacifier, content. He had his legs up, lying back on Michelle’s bed, and smiled while she ran a warm baby wipe over his skin, cleaning up the muck he’d pushed into his diaper there during their grown-up time. She’d already gotten dressed, putting her clothes back on while he laid on the bed, half snoozing, exhausted and deliriously happy.

He’d made the right choice in coming to Michelle. She knew how to look after him, how to keep him a grown up. They’d just had a grown-up experience, after all–Littles didn’t have ess-ee-ex, so their time together, him eating her out while he messed himself and spurted into his diaper? That had to have bought him quite a bit of maturity. 

“I’ll have to go get you more diapers soon,” Michelle told him, humming softly as she sprinkled powder over his parts. Despite the recent orgasm, he still grew hard at her touch, standing up an inch tall under her fingers. “I think the pharmacy nearby has a few diaper options in your size–would you prefer bunnies or unicorns?” 

He raised an eyebrow at her–was that a trick question? “Whi’ duh…” he began, though he trailed off when she giggled.

“Take your paci out, silly boy,” she chided, though the correction was gentle.

He removed it, asking again, “Which is more grown up?” 

“Oh, well,” Michelle said, tapping a finger on her chin. “That’s a good question–maybe we should go with princesses, just to be safe?” 

He nodded seriously. “That’s smart!” 

“Princess Pampers it is,” Michelle declared, folding the new diaper up between his legs. Even over his erection, she had no trouble taping it down–he barely made a bump. “Wait here while I get you some new clothes, okay?” 

He nodded, lowering his legs, caught off guard by how comfortable he felt with Michelle. She really was perfect–caring, attentive, the smartest grown up he knew. She’d done everything she could to keep Jamie safe from the curse that threatened to regress him into a Little, and more than that, she’d done it without ever making him feel bad for the regression that’d already happened. 

She returned from her closet a moment later, holding up a pair of duck-print footie pajamas. The white fabric had bright yellow rubber ducks printed haphazardly all over the material, and three shiny buttons held a diaper flap in place, ensuring easy changes. “This should fit you just right,” she assured him, lifting the garment discerningly, as though eyeballing the size against his form.

Jamie’s brow furrowed. That seemed…off, somehow. “Erm…hold on,” he started.

“It’s on the back,” Michelle interjected, before he could form the question properly.

He turned his head to the side, more confused than ever. “Huh?” 

She turned it around, emphasizing the zipper. “The zip-up, it’s on the back,” she explained. “You were going to ask how you’d put it on, right?”

(Was I?) He concentrated, trying to think what his objection was. But…it had to be the zipper, Michelle knew what he was going to think before he thought it. “Okay,” he mumbled, nodding. 

“Sit up,” she instructed, crouching to help guide his legs into the footie PJs. “It’s pretty late out, and I’m not sure if you should try to go out alone–you shouldn’t cross the street without a grown up to hold your hand.” 

He sat up, slipped his legs in, leaning forward so she could shimmy the pajamas over his diaper. “‘S not safe,” he agreed. “But I’d look both ways.”

“Such a smarty pants,” she praised, ruffling his hair a little as she pulled the pajamas up, gentle as she pulled his hand through one sleeve at a time, before finishing by clipping his pacifier to the front. “But just to be extra safe, why don’t you spend the night here? I’ll need to change your diaper in the morning anyway, so that’ll be a lot nicer and easier, won’t it?” 

The flannel PJs were warm and cozy, like a blanket wrapped around his whole body. And she had a point–why go home, just to come back in the morning to get diaper help from a grown up? “I oughtta stay,” he agreed, nodding. 

“Such a smart boy.” She took his cheek in her hand, turning his head to look at her. “I’m so proud of you, Jamie–you’re doing better than I ever imagined.” 

He beamed at her adulation. “Thanks, Mommy!” 

Instantly, he flushed, clapping both hands over his mouth. Had he just– 

Michelle’s eyes widened in surprise, and she raised a few fingers to her mouth. “Oh, Jamie…” 

“I–” he started, shaking his head. It was only their first date, they didn’t really even know each other! Sure, she was smart, and pretty, and wonderful, but everyone knew you didn’t break out the M word that quickly. “I’m sorry, it just–” 

Michelle’s eyes sparkled, a little wet. Was she crying? 

“I didn’t mean to make you sad!” he said quickly. “I’m sorry, just–” 

Grabbing him, Michelle pulled Jamie into a tight hug, arms wrapped around him in a possessive squeeze. “Oh, Jamie, my sweet little boy,” she said, petting his head, fingers lacing into his hair, holding his head tightly. “Please, don’t apologize. I’m happy for you to call me Mommy.”

He was shocked–he’d moved too fast, and it had just blurted out, but…she was happy? But she’d been teary eyed, so…

It didn’t make sense. But, he realized, it didn’t need to make sense, at least not to him. Michelle understood, and she was smarter than him. Squeezing her back, resting his head against her breasts, he nodded. “Okay, Mommy.” 

They held each other like that, in a tight embrace, for several long moments. It was Jamie that pulled away first–not because he wanted to end the hug, but because between the flannel and Michelle’s body, he was getting a little hot. 

Reaching down, Michelle zipped up his pajamas, buttoning a little flap down over the zipper cover. “If you need to take this off, just let me know, okay? Mommy can get the zip for you.”

He nodded happily, glad to have her to handle those problems for him. 

She stood back, admiring him, a smile spread across her face so warm and gentle that she seemed almost to glow. “You’re so cute,” she said, eyes widening as she had an idea. “Hold still!” 

He frowned, uncertain, wondering what she was up to. She hurried to her dresser, producing a brush and a small object that she kept hidden in her palm. Returning to the bed, she sat down next to Jamie, patting her lap with her half-closed hand. 

“Up,” she instructed, and with her arm she helped guide Jamie to sit on her lap. Humming into his ear, she raised the brush, running it through his long hair, pulling out all the tangles and smoothing out the mess. 

“What did you get?” he asked her, trying to turn his head to look, but Mommy turned his head and kept his eyes forward. 

“I’ll show you,” she promised, first raising a hand to his head. Jamie felt a little tug on his hair, not hard enough to hurt, just a bit of pressure, before she reached down and raised his pacifier, plopping it between his lips. Automatically, he suckled down, feeling the ambient bliss that the soother always gave. 

Leaning to the side, Michelle scooped her phone up off the dresser, raising it and turning on the camera in selfie mode.

She lifted the device, and showed them off together–her in her typical adult clothes, him in his adorable footie PJs, diaper bulging obviously around the midsection, pacifier planted between his lips, and a matching yellow bow pinned onto his long, silky hair. He looked cuter than he’d ever realized, with a face more slender and soft than he had remembered–it had to be a photo filter, something Mommy had installed, but he liked how it made him look.

Beaming, Michelle captured the picture, saving their moment together forever.

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Chapter 9

Jamie walked hand in hand with his Mommy, strolling together through the park. It was a beautiful day, with perfect weather for their date–sunny and bright, warm with a gentle breeze to keep things from becoming overpowering or sweaty. 

A lot had changed since their first date only two days prior, but nothing important. Jamie wore the diapers that Mommy had changed him into, and the pale purple onesie and matching purple skirtall she’d picked out that she could easily lift up to expose his diaper–because a big boy wouldn’t keep his Mommy from checking him, he’d make it as easy for her as possible. He kept her hand in his so he wouldn’t get lost, and trusted her to know where they were going as well.

All this felt like second nature, he had no trouble with the amount of faith he had to give her. She was his Mommy, and if he couldn’t trust his Mommy, who could he trust?

As he sipped lemonade from a sturdy plastic cup with a built in sippy straw, Jamie beamed. He’d found the best woman in the world, and she somehow was okay with him, even half-cursed and at risk of turning into a Little. 

Walking down the park path, they passed another couple–an older man with salt and pepper hair, leading along his own Little, a woman of similar age with enormous smile lines around her eyes and a visibly sagging diaper beneath a short dress. He nodded at Michelle, smiling in an appreciative way. 

“You know, I’d been thinking,” Michelle said, coming to a stop near a large, leafy oak tree with canopy branches that cast the section of the park in shade. Stepping to the side, she set down her picnic basket, releasing Jamie’s hand for a moment. 

“Mhmm?” Jamie asked, biting his lip as Mommy let go. He bent his knees slightly, watching her remove the large blanket from the basket and unfurl it with a flourish. 

“Well–you’ve been spending a lot of time at my apartment,” Michelle explained, setting out cling-wrapped sandwiches and a few bottles with drinks–a sports bottle for her, and a baby bottle for him. “And, it’s much easier if I’m around to help you all the time, isn’t it?” 

He nodded, relief and comforting warmth spreading over him. “Mm–um, mhmm, yes,” he said, a slight grunt escaping his lips as he answered.

Mommy giggled, putting a hand to her mouth to stifle the laughter. “Well, I’ve got a guest bedroom that’s not doing anything, and I’d like it very much if you’d move in with me.” 

Eyes widening, Jamie ran forward, arms spread wide. Mommy was caught off guard and almost stumbled back as he grabbed her in a tight hug, squeezing with unbridled enthusiasm and excitement. “You promise?” 

Returning the embrace, Mommy squeezed him back, her warm smile radiating pleasure. “I take it that’s a yes, cutie pie?” 

He nodded a few times, thrilled. He’d get to live with Mommy? All the time? That was amazing, of course he’d say yes!

“We’ll need to start on some paperwork, as well, to help with the transition,” she continued, pulling away. “Is it alright if you let Mommy handle all that? I just want to make sure you don’t have to worry your little head about it.”

He nodded again, making a face–paperwork was dumb, and he was more than happy to let someone else do that. 

Smiling further, Mommy pulled away, taking Jamie by the shoulders. “Of course, I’ll need your help decorating your room–can you pick out paint colors for Mommy?”

Jamie bounced in excitement, showing his excitement with his whole body. “Yes please!” 

“I know a sleep charm we can hang over your crib, to make sure you always get lots of rest,” Mommy continued, tapping a finger to her lip, “And–oh, I’m silly. Do you want your crib to have wooden bars, or a mesh instead? Bars are a classic, but I want you to like it.”

Jamie giggled. “Bars! Can I paint them?” 

She nodded, smiling broadly. “Now, there’s something else I need to do before we eat.”

He tilted his head, but Mommy just turned him around so that she was behind him, then reached low and pulled up the hem of his skirtalls, pressing a hand into the seat of his diaper through the onesie. He moaned involuntarily, feeling it smush under her touch. 

“That’s what I thought,” Mommy said knowingly. “Someone’s a little mush tush today, aren’t you?” 

Nodding, Jamie shifted from foot to foot, excitement building. He loved when Mommy mentioned his diapers–especially when she touched them, and eagerness made him buzz with pleasure and anticipation. 

“Well then,” Mommy said, reaching around his body to squeeze the front of his diaper. He gasped, squirming his body against hers. “There’s a changing room over there, why don’t we go get your bottom changed before we eat?” 

Blushing and nodding, Jamie hopped up and down in excitement. “Yes please, Mommy!” 

This was the best–diaper changes were as good as grown-up time. Better, even, and lately he’d been getting several changes a day. In secret, he’d even been trying to drink as much as possible, just so there’d be more opportunities to get up on the changing table–but, though Mommy smirked every time he asked for her to refill his sippy cups, he doubted she’d realized what he was doing. 

He expected Mommy to pull away just then, but her hand lingered on the front of his diaper, and she shifted her posture, so that her leg pushed into the mucky back. In the same motion, she ran her fingers in little circles on the front, rubbing him through the soggy padding.

Eyes widening, Jamie moaned, leaning forward and shuddering as pleasure overwhelmed him. Mommy’s touch was magic–just a little pressure in the right places, and he’d find himself squirting into his diaper, overcome by satisfaction.

“Good boy,” Mommy praised in his ear, as he sank back into her body. She lowered his skirt, kissing the back of his head. “Now, let’s go get you changed, okay?”

Taking his hand, Michelle led Jamie to the changing station, just another Mommy and her Little out for a day at the park. 

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[Eagle0769]

This is a really good story.

I'm amazed that she did this to him. 

Has he pleased his Mommy again and had her strap on back in his

girly man hole or is she going to magically tell him she needs him

while in the changing station. 🙂

[Sweet Baby Katie]

The acceptance of the regression and feminization is wonderful.  Thank you for the story.

[PeculiarChangeling]

13 hours ago, Sweet Baby Katie said:

The acceptance of the regression and feminization is wonderful.  Thank you for the story.

Thank you! I really loved the angle of going with feminization without it being a forced or negative thing. He's just a boy who looks really cute with long hair, bows, and little skirts! 🥰

On 4/5/2024 at 11:33 AM, Eagle0769 said:

This is a really good story.

I'm amazed that she did this to him. 

Has he pleased his Mommy again and had her strap on back in his

girly man hole or is she going to magically tell him she needs him

while in the changing station. 🙂

Thank you!!!

 

Chapter Ten

“Congratulations, I’m so, so happy for you!” 

Michelle preened as Candace delivered both the compliment and a pair of gifts. This was it, the moment she’d been waiting for, the moment when her spell, her plans, her life were perfected. 

Her Little Shower. 

She’d been to more showers than she could count, but this one was hers, her moment to shine, her moment to get the gifts, and most important of all, her moment to show off her wonderful, perfect Little to the world. 

On the other hand, Candace’s smile seemed a little forced.

“Thank you,” Michelle said, looking at the two boxes she’d been given. “And where’s your Little one?” 

“He’s in time-out today,” Candace sighed, shaking her head. “He threw another tantrum when I picked out his outfit, so I told him he could either be a good boy or stay in his room and skip the party. Be prepared, Michelle–Littles are cute from the outside, but once you have one, they’re such a handful.” 

Michelle smirked as she opened the box to find a digital baby monitor with a built-in screen–the same make and model that she’d gotten for her friend only a couple weeks prior. “That’s so thoughtful,” she said, holding it up for Jamie to see. “Baby, look at what Candace got us!” 

Jamie sat on the other side of the room, buckled into an appropriately sized high chair that Michelle had splurged to get. She’d made him up special for the day, braiding his beautiful hair into pigtails and dressing him in a short, pink, lace-hemmed dress. It was short enough that, sitting in the high chair, anyone who looked at him from the front would see his soggy unicorn-print diapers swollen and drooping between his thighs, an extremely public display of how little control he had. 

The best part was, Jamie didn’t care. Michelle had explained to him that she wanted the short dress, so she’d be able to tell when he needed a change easily, and he’d thanked her. 

Michelle had finished the paperwork a week ago to make Jamie officially hers, but she’d only received her copy of his adoption certificate the night before. His employer–his former employer–had Littling insurance for any employees who regressed on the job, and she’d used the payout to furnish his nursery and get him fully moved in. He was hers, in their hearts and in the eyes of the law. 

“What is it?” Jamie asked, sitting up slightly and leaning forward. While he did, she saw his face screw up a little bit–Jamie didn’t seem to be aware that he was filling his diaper, but Michelle knew. 

“It’s a baby monitor,” she called, half for the room to hear, half for him. “That way, Mommy can keep an eye on you all the time, even when she’s not in the room!” 

“That’s so smart!” he declared, nodding excitedly. “Thank you, Candy!” 

Looking jealous, Candace said, “I will admit–he’s cuter as your Little than he ever was as my coworker.” 

Michelle thought she caught an unstated thought: Why didn’t I take him while I had the chance? 

All of Michelle’s friends had come to the shower, and most of Jamie’s, too. Most were supportive, though she caught a few snide remarks here and there. Thankfully, Jamie seemed too oblivious to notice–when one of his old coworkers asked if he ‘really needed someone to change his diapers?’ He replied, “Of course! That’s why I have my Mommy.” 

The teasing comments hadn’t lasted long, once it became obvious Jamie really didn’t care–he had Michelle, and as long as she cared for him, he’d be happy.

Turning to nod to one of her other friends, Michelle mouthed the word ‘cake’, and waited for a nod before addressing Jamie properly. “I got you a little surprise, too, baby!” 

“Oh?” he asked, kicking his legs excitedly. His cheeks were a bit pink, and he was rocking in his high chair, grinding his recently-used diaper against the wooden seat. 

Michelle didn’t know if her regression curse was responsible for making him this excitable, or if he’d always had this much of a hair trigger and she’d just found the right buttons to push, but she didn’t care. Jamie loved his diapers almost as much as he loved her, and if he was happy, she was happy too. 

She’d change him soon, but she wanted to give him his present first. Glancing to see that her friend was walking up with the cake, Michelle explained, “It’s from a special bakery–this cake is all yours, you don’t even have to share.” 

Eyes widening with even more excitement, Jamie sat forward and nodded. “Oooh, okay!” 

“It’s a smash cake,” Michelle added. “So you have to do what it says, and smash it!” 

Nodding excitedly, Jamie sat at the edge of the seat, watching with anticipation as the cake was carried forward. It was made of more than a dozen layers, each of a different pastel color, in the shape of a cone that tapered sharply up, and a little figure made from fondant sat at the top. 

“Ooooh!” Jamie exclaimed, eyes sparkling with glee.

Michelle had picked it out especially, getting a cake that looked like the cover of Wowee, the Places You’ll See, by Professor Pleasant. Jamie’s favorite author–even before he’d been regressed. 

The cake was placed on his high chair, and Jamie’s eyes widened, looking to Michelle for reassurance, as though to ask, ‘it’s really for me?’ 

She nodded. “Go ahead, baby–it’s all yours.” 

Raising both hands, Jamie splattered the cake, showering his dress and face with crumbs and frosting. That was okay–the dress was stain resistant, picked out for just this reason. Several partygoers laughed, and most wore appreciative smiles at the show. Smash cakes weren’t just fun for the Little, there was something entertaining about just watching Jamie’s pure delight. His hands were immediately coated with bits of the dessert, and Jamie shamelessly began to lick his fingers clean. 

Adorable, precious Jamie, licking frosting off his fingers at a Little Shower, just like he’d been when she first met him. 

“You have as much of that cake as you want, sweetheart,” Michelle said, “And then we’ll get your tushy changed, okay?” 

Eyes widening a little, Jamie’s face shone with adorable indecision–he had four frosting-coated fingers stuffed into his mouth, but at the promise of a change, he suddenly had two wonderful things in front of him. He wriggled, and Michelle caught when his eyes rolled back in arousal, but he still wanted the cake, too. 

Giggling, Michelle said, “Do you want a diaper change and then your cake, silly boy?” 

Wriggling, he nodded, two fingers still in his mouth as he said, “Yeth pweath!” 

Michelle reached forward to pull away the high chair tray, turning to address the room. “Don’t worry, this little stinker will get back to his cake very soon.” Helping Jamie to stand, she asked, “Do you want to go somewhere private?”

“Dun’ care,” he said, focused on licking his remaining fingers clean, getting as much frosting as possible.

Swelling with excitement, Michelle laid him down right there in front of everyone. His first public change, and her first time getting to show everyone just how much Jamie loved her. 

Kneeling over him, Michelle smiled at her Little, her baby boy. “I’m so glad you’re mine.”

He nodded. “I love you, Mommy. I’m so glad you can take care of me!” Wriggling, he raised his hips, squirming in his full diaper, thrusting against the air. Shameless. Perfect. 

“I love you too,” she said, brushing his hair back from his face. “My baby.” 

Sitting up slightly, Jamie raised his head, indicating that he wanted to whisper his next words. Michelle obliged, and leaned in, listening to what he said. “Promise that you’d still love me even if I stopped being a grown up?” 

He looked so sweet, cake smeared over his face, pink princess dress pulled up to expose his dirty diaper, lying on the floor in front of all his former coworkers and friends while awaiting a diaper change, that Michelle didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d long since lost his maturity. Instead, she just leaned in, kissing him on the lips. 

“Of course, baby. You’re mine no matter what.” 

 

The End

 

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Good ending to a great story. 🙂