Get back in the stroller, baby! It’s time to continue our walk and I don’t want you wandering off so please get your diapered tush back in here!
Oh dear I should’ve known this would happen. Look I know you don’t like going in the stroller but that’s how it has to be. You’re my baby now just like all the other little boys who get treated that way by their wives or should I say mommies. Either way you’re going to do what mommy tells you do you understand, babykins?
Don’t take that tone with me, mister! If you’re going to be a fussy boy and start throwing a tantrum then why don’t I pull you over my lap and spank your tush until it’s strawberry red right here and now! Although I don’t think it’ll be much of a surprise for most of the ladies out here since they get used to hubbies getting their bottoms spanked and changed out in public nowadays.
Oh you don’t want that? Then get in here now before your bottom makes an acquaintance of mommy’s hand! Oh look all of the women nearby are already whispering to each other on how much of a naughty little boy you’ve been. Why don’t we give them a show with you over my knee?
Looks like that’s what it finally took for you to obey me. Good now you’re all strapped in. Was that so hard? Now I’ve decided that you’re getting breastfed on a nearby bench and going straight down for a nap. Maybe that’ll make my Snookums less fussy.
Now that you’re no longer a gwumpy widdle guy all of the people walking by can’t help but find you adorable! Don’t you love all the attention you’re getting from women nowadays? You always did say you wanted to be noticed more and now it’s happening. Although most of the time it’s just a bunch of girls who want to pinch your cheeks and speak to you in adorable babytalk. I’d say it’s a win for both of us.
As you walked through the mall you wondered why your step-sister Maggie had reached out to you. There wasn't any bad blood between the two of you, you'd always gotten along with a few teenage spats here and there, but in the brief time you'd shared a house together you'd never grown close.
Still, Maggie was rarely in town these days, and it was nice that she'd reached out to schedule time in what you assumed was her very busy schedule. So during your lunch break you walked down to the opposite end of the mall to meet her for lunch.
You saw her seated as you walked up and waived. She waived an smiled back, nothing out of the ordinary still you felt as though something was off, not right. Maybe her hair had been a different shade of blue?
You shook off the feeling, or tried too at least, as you sat down and made your way through the perfunctory steps of a catching up conversation. Her trip down was fine, she was doing very well, you were doing ok, the city was exciting, your town hadn't really changed.
There was the first inevitable pause when Maggie looked intently at you and asked "I did want to ask, does anything look different about me?"
Of course not, you thought to yourself and were about to answer when that feeling came back, much stronger than before. Slowly an image of Maggie formed in your head. A women with short blue hair, acne scars, and a much smaller chest, that couldn't be right though, Maggie had been well endowed since-. The more you thought about it the more confused you were and simultaneous memories, one with the Maggie in front of you and the others with what you only could think of as the Old Maggie existed concurrently.
You eyes focused again on the current Maggie as she started to speak. "So you remember I'm finishing my PhD in Anthropology right?" You nodded, though you had thought she'd studied history and was still working on a Master's. "And that my fiance is a professor of Physics right?" Fiance? You blushed realizing that you didn't even remember Maggie and her partner had gotten engaged. "Well we've found our work overlapping. It turns out that several different are ways, or have been known ways throughout, to reverse wave function collapse of eigenstates to affect our material reality."
Maggie read the look on your face and continued. "We discovered magic that allows us to alter reality." Your expression didn't change and she continued "that's why you looked like you had a migraine when I asked about my appearance. You were able to remember me from a previous reality as well as our current one. We're still figuring out how memory is affected. So far it seems like you don't run into trouble unless someone really focuses on what specifically has been changed, my looks for instance."
You were wondering if Maggie had finally cracked, if the years of top academic achievement and the stress you assumed came with that had sent her to loony land. "What about your glasses then," was all you could think to ask.
Maggie giggled, "Cosmetic only, I fixed those too, but yeah we've only focused on small things, like our physical appearance, that mostly go unnoticed by everyone else, so it likely doesn't cause any problems. We can do a lot of good with this, and maybe have some fun too, so we wanted to try something a little more impactful."
You didn't like the way she'd said that last part. "What does that mean?"
"We're starting small but we're making some changes that are going to affect you, and I think and hope are going to beneficial."
"What kind of changes?" You heard the fear in your voice and blushed. Why were you scared of what was either a mental break or prank your step-sister was pulling?
Maggiie sighed and looked down. "Listen I know we were never close but we're still family and you know I care about you right?" You nodded. "So it's been really upsetting to see you, your, uh... you're failure to launch!"
You felt the back of your throat go dry and your neck get warm. "What do you mean? Listen I may not have gone off to some big name school but I'm doing fine!" Your voice cracked as you said it, you knew you were agitated but you just couldn't stop. "I've got a job, I go to school too you know, I pay rent, and and and I'm saving up for a car!"
Maggie gave you a pitying look that almost sent you running back to work, but your butt stayed planted.
"You've been saving up for that car since I got my bachelor's, you've been on rotation through every community college for almost a decade. You pay my mom $200 in rent to live in the basement and you occasional give her money for groceries, and your job..." Maggie grossed her arms and looked out at the mall "You work at the Plumb Savage for goodness sake! Do you remember what kids in school used to call that place?"
They still call it "the place where high school drop outs go to retire," you spit out. It wasn't an unfair assessment either. That stupid place had been a staple before you and your step sister set foot in that mall unsupervised. A 'hip' store that was forever at least six months behind the times, selling a mixture of clothes, tchotckes, and whatever other youth coded paraphernalia it needed to keep it afloat. Other mall employees joked that it's main purpose was to be a daycare for the teenagers that didn't have enough money for the rest of the mall while store employees said you either left after working there for the summer or you never left at all.
You mirrored Maggie's posture, arms across your chest and sunken sulking into your chair. "Fine! You're right, you got me. I've been treading water for years. I'm a loser, are you happy hearing that? Are you going to turn me into a doctor or frog now or something?" You were shaking as you spoke, trying not to cry."
"No, nothing like that. I am going to give you a chance to grow up though, or not if you want."
Looking at your successful sister made your skin crawl. You decided to get up to leave, only to find yourself unable to move. More alarming was it did feel like your skin was actually crawling. You looked down to see that your skin wasn't crawling, your jeans were. They crawled up your body and over your chest. You saw the sleeves of your shirt sprout a stars all over it and you felt the bottom of it crawl down towards your underwear. Your underwear, your eyes widened as you felt it thicken and expand, lifting you up in your seat.
Maggie looked at you, concerned and critical, as you transformed before her. You stared at her, mouth open and tears streaming silently down your face as you felt the changes slow.
"Everything ok over here?" You looked up to see your server with two trays. You recognized them! What were they going to say with you looking like this?
"Oh yeah, just some big feelings coming out, nothing that some lunch wont fix!" Maggie said cheerily as the trays were deposited before you both. "Ah right, a good meal does wonders for solving tantrums," your server said giving you a smile.
You looked down at your tray as they left, chicken tenders, a cup of apple slices, and what looked like milk in a sippy cup. "Eat up, you'll feel better I promise," Maggie said as she dug in to her much more adult meal.
"Wh-wha-why though?" you managed between bites.
"Well as a test, because it's both a big change and a small change. It's quite a heft to change reality so everyone sees you as you are now, but at the same time it's localized. Someday we might be able to stop all wars, save the whales, resurrect the dodo, but before all that we need to see how a few big changes, in a small but interconnected place can affect things." Her face softened as she looked at you nervously eating apple slices with both hands. "And all this, well just about the last time you were really happy was when you were last dressed liked this."
You felt your lip start to quiver as her words hit you. How was turning you into an adult toddler supposed to help you? "You made me a big dumb baby! I'm in diapers now." As if the word summoned it you felt your bladder cut loose and you flooded your diaper. "I go pee-pee!" You shouted.
Maggie grabbed your hand from across the table as your bladder emptied into your thickening padding. "It's ok baby, suck on your paci and I'll explain more." You looked down and saw the huge pacifier at the end of a ribbon attached to the strap of your shortalls. The bulb filled your mouth and the shield felt like it covered half your face. The relief was immediate as you began to suck. You calmed down and felt the wetness of your diaper, warm, squishy, and delightful.
"You're back to a state where you were happy and you barely left really." Maggie looked at you as your eyes closed slightly and you slumped into your seat, enjoying the sensations of a full tummy and squishy diaper. "Yes, your potty training took a major hit, as well as your emotional control, and a little of your coordination but your education is intact. You're still even enrolled in your courses too. You're just, for the moment at least, more matched with your maturity, and the world is matched with you. No strange looks are coming your way and if they do please tell me, like as soon as you can." You nodded lethargically.
"So you're a big adult baby now, or have been for a while, but you can still grow up, maybe getting a heavier dose of not growing up will make a change, and if it doesn't the world, or at least this town, is better equipped to treat you as you want to be treated."
You nodded as you sucked down the last of the milk in your sippy cup. "'En if I don't like it, you go change it back?"
"Yes," I'm pretty sure we can do that. Again, this is a bit bigger of a change but, well, these were bigger too and I changed them down." She said looking at her breasts. That got a giggle out of you.
Maggie stood up and came around the table. She offered one hand, then both, to help you stand up. "What now?" you asked.
"Now we go back!" Maggie chirped.
Go back where, you thought as Maggie took your hand and you waddle after her. You noticed no one was staring at you as she guided you back to the what you recognized as the direction towards the Plumb Savage. Only now the sign read Sugar Plumb Daycare. Outside of the former shop stood your manager, Pearl, looking much happier than you'd seen her.
"How did you enjoy lunch with your big sister, baby?" your former manager asked?
"Well enough once the food came," answered Maggie. "Now just a bit sleepy, and maybe in need of a change."
Pearl, started prodding the front of your diaper in the middle of the mall and leaned over to give your bottom a sniff. "Not wet enough, and with they way this once fills a diaper right after a meal I'm going to wait and save the staff the extra diaper change!"
Both you and your sister blushed at that. "Alright baby well lets get you back inside for a nap then, say bye bye to big sissy!"
"Bye bye big sissy," you lisped as you were led back into your daycare. Maybe the next time you saw Maggie you'd be out of diapers, out of this mall, and acting big like her, maybe not though.
I don’t think I caught exactly what you said, sweetie. You said that you have a crush on me and that you’d like to go out with me? Aww that’s so precious!
Oh I’m sorry sweetheart oh no I didn’t mean to laugh and hurt your feelings. It’s just that I know your little secret. That you wear diapers and get treated like a baby at home. That’s why I can’t see you as a boyfriend since you’re just a widdle bwaby in my eyes!
With the cute baffled look you on your face right now you’re probably wondering how I know about all this. Well that’s because your mommy and daddy hired me as your babysitter. Since I’m in most of your classes and have experience babysitting kids in my neighborhood your parents thought I would be the perfect girl for the job. I can take care of you at home and at school! Isn’t that great, sweetie?
Oh no don’t cry! What’s with all the tears, kiddo? Oh dear let’s get you out of the hallway so we don’t start a scene. Take my hand, sweetie!
Awww were you worried that I was going to tell everyone in the school? I know I like to gossip but I wasn’t going to tell anyone. Well except my friends already know but they won’t tell anyone. Actually they think you’re adorable and would like to hang out whenever I babysit you. So why don’t you cheer up, silly billy! Think about it like this now we’ll get to see a lot more of each other during the week. Not only that but you’ll have a group of popular girls in your school doting on you!
That’s better no more tears and frowny faces. You’re much cuter with that giggly smile Mwah. Since I start babysitting you today why don’t I drive you home after classes end. I have a diaper bag with supplies in the car so why don’t we get off to a good first start. If you’re good today I’ll drive you to get ice cream. How does that sound, baby?
After @mothergo0se’s coercion insistence, I freely decided to give Sunshine of Your Love a second part. So, here you are, everyone.
In your mind, you were a lion stalking his prey. Silent and dangerous.
Your eyes scan the room for any signs of movement, your finger on the trigger.
Ready.
With the seriousness of a warrior in the heat of battle, you put your finger to your lips as you pass Mommy sitting on the couch.
Mommy salutes her silly little soldier, enjoying every second of the scene unfolding before her. It was better than anything she could have imagined when she became your Mommy.
You were so lost in playtime, lost in your imagination, that you weren’t a silly boy in nothing but a diaper playing Nerf guns with Daddy.
No, you were a soldier on the prowl.
Mommy had never seen anything so adorable in her entire life, especially when she spied the Nerf pistol tucked into the waistband of your diaper.
Everything happened all at once. The oven timer screeched, breaking the silence. You immediately spun around to find the source of the noise.
It was all Daddy needed.
The moment you turned around, Daddy jumped into the room, smiling deviously.
“Well, well, well,” Daddy boomed, “If it isn’t Billy the Kid, caught unawares. Put the guns on the ground and hands in the air and nobody needs to get hurt.”
Despite his sudden appearance, you stay calm. “One of us does.”
You spin around as fast as you can, ready to shoot.
But Daddy was ready for it.
He fires before you even have a chance to aim. One, two, three, four, five bullets hit you in the chest.
“Ahhh, you shot me!!" you scream in mock pain, pretending you’re hit.
“So predictable,” Daddy drawls, pretending to blow smoke from the barrel of his gun.
He walks over to you, staring down as you “die” dramatically.
“Well…bye.”
“How did you find me, Daddy?” you laugh as he tickles your tummy.
“Well, Mr. Crinklepants, you’re easy to hear walking around. Not to mention I can smell you from down the hall.”
Your cheeks flush—you didn’t even realize your diaper was messy.
“I hate to interrupt the fun, boys, but dinner’s ready. Can you help him wash his hands?”
“Sure thing, hun. Right after I get this stinker changed.”
“That diaper looks like it can wait a few minutes. C’mon, his chicken nuggies are warm. Get ‘em while they’re hot.”
Daddy helps you up. “Let’s just see what we’re dealing with first.”
You cringe as Daddy pulls the gun from your diaper and checks to see how big your poopoo was.
“At ease, soldier. Damage report is minimal. Cleared for dinner.”
He takes your hand and helps you into your highchair. The mush in your diaper smushing as you sit.
Mommy pinches your cheek. “Ready for some numnums, baby?”
You nod enthusiastically, seeing the dinosaur chicken nuggets—your favorite. But your excitement is short lived.
“Ewie, no icky broccoli, Mommy!”
“Sorry, kiddo,” Mommy insists, clasping a bib on you, “Babies need their veggies to stay healthy.”
“Hmpff.”
“Don’t you wanna be big and strong like me, buddy?” Daddy urged.
“Mhm! Bu-but Daddy, broccoli icky yucky!”
“Says who?” he retorts, eating some broccoli off your tray, “I love broccoli!”
You look at him like he just ate a bug.
“C’mon, baby, show Mommy you’re brave like Daddy,” she pleads, holding some to your mouth.
“K-kay…”
Mommy slides the broccoli into your mouth.
As gross as it was, seeing Daddy’s proud smile gives you the strength to chew and swallow.
Daddy tickles your tummy. “Good boy! Daddy’s brave, strong boy!”
Your feet wiggle with pride.
Mommy kisses your cheek. “Thank you, baby! Wanna nuggie?”
By the time you finish dinner, you beam at the empty tray of broccoli, loving all the attention from Mommy and Daddy.
You even forgot about your poopy diaper—at least until a wave of cramps hit.
Neither Mommy nor Daddy showed the slightest hint of surprise as you clenched your hands and grunted.
The highchair felt oppressive, trapping you in. But that wasn’t the worst part. No, it was how the highchair made you feel like you were on display for Mommy and Daddy.
“Aren’t you glad you waited, babe?”
Daddy nods, looking impressed. “How’d you know?”
“Mommies always know when her little one hasn’t gotten all hims pushies out!”
“Mgpgff,” you grunt, feeling the poopoo spread, unable to give it any room trapped in your seat.
Daddy grins. “Well, Mommy, maybe you don’t know everything.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Take a look.”
Mommy follows his finger. Her smile immediately fades when she realizes what’s happening.
“Baby’s first blowout,” Daddy laughs.
As you finally figure out what they’re talking about, tears begin to well in your eyes.
“Oh, baby, don’t cry!” Mommy coos, “It’s not your fault!”
“I-I…S-sorry, M-mommy..”
“Buddy, we’re not mad! “Dassy assures you, rubbing your back, “It’s not even that bad!”
“P-promise, Daddy?”
“Pinky promise, buddy,” Daddy lies.
He slowly helps you out of the highchair, wrapping your diaper in a towel.
You turn to look at the damage, but Daddy pushes you forward. “Come on, lil stinker. Let’s get you changed.”
“Honey, look at him. Wipes aren’t gonna cut it. That baby needs a bath.”
Daddy boops your nose. “You hear that, buddy? Bathtime!”
“I’ll run the bath once I finish up here, babe. I’ll meet you at our tub after you clean him up as best you can.”
You were surprised Daddy took you to your old bathroom, having not stepped foot in it since you went back to diapers.
“The bathroom, Daddy?”
“Buddy, you have poopoo up your back, you can’t lie on the changing table!”
“Oh…”
Daddy leads you into the shower. “Try not to move too much, buddy.”
He carefully—ever so carefully—balled up the towel and ripped the tabs on your diaper, doing his best to avoid the poopoo.
“There,” he said after what seemed like forever, “Let’s wipe you clean.”
Your hands covered your face in shame as you stood there, naked as the day you were born, as Daddy wiped in places you never expected.
Certainly not that high on your back.
“We gotta get you some bigger diapers, buddy!”
“Sorry, Daddy…”
“I’m just teasing, bud! Blowouts come with the territory.”
Your hands instinctively reach to your princely parts as Daddy’s cold wipe touches it.
He laughs. “Buddy, Daddy needs to get you clean. Mommy can’t be the only one to clean your little peepee. Besides, you’re a baby now. It’s just a tinkle stick now. Nothing more.”
You whimper at the implication.
“Bath is ready!” Mommy shouts.
Daddy uses one last wipe before deeming you ready for the bath. You grab his hand and he walks you to the master bathroom.
“Awww, there’s my nakkie baby! Ready for a nice, warm bath cutie? I brought you some toys and bath markers!”
The bath was full of bubbles, but your eyes were on Mommy, who was in her bra and shorts.
You felt yourself get excited.
Mommy giggles when she realizes.
“S-sorry, Mommy. I-I…”
“For what, baby?”
“I…ummm….”
“Come on, little one, let’s get you in the bath.”
Daddy helps you step into the bath. “Do you need me, babe? The game just started.”
“Go watch your game, I’ll be down after I put the baby to bed.”
Daddy kisses Mommy before turning to you. “Nini little guy! Sleep tight!”
“Nini Dada!”
Mommy boops your nose. “Dada, huh! You’re such a sweetie pie!”
“Hehehe.”
Mommy gives you some toys to play with. She gets to work cleaning her baby.
“Quit splashing Mommy’s hair. I don’t want to blow dry it tonight, baby.”
You gently lower your toy. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay, you just got excited. Here, baby, why don’t you color while Mommy cleans your tushie.”
Mommy grabs a washcloth and reaches in, cleaning your bum. When she finishes, she moves to your peepee.
You wince, knowing you’re still excited. But Mommy doesn’t even acknowledge it—cleaning it like any other body part.
“Is baby enjoying his bath?”
“M-mhm…”
“I can tell!” She says, winking at you. “Do you like being Mommy’s little baby? I think you do!”
“Yes, Mommy!”
“You’re so sweet. Mommy loves her baby!”
“I love Mama!”
She kisses your forehead. “Time to get you in a nice, thick Pamper, little one. Then it’s off to dreamland.”
She pulls you up and dries you off from top to bottom with a towel.
“Okay, Mommy…”
She smiles. “What? Is Mommy forgetting something? Whatever could it be?”
Unable to bring yourself to ask for it directly, you give her the best puppy eyes you can muster.
“Not the puppy dog eyes!” she pleads.
Still smiling, she leads her naked baby to the changing table. She hums as she slides a diaper on you and rubs baby powder into your prince parts.
The moment she sticks the last tape over your Little Kings diaper, she snaps her fingers.
“Ohhh, I know what’s got my little one so pouty! Did you think Mommy forgot your nini nummies?”
“Hehehe Mommy!!!”
“You’re such a silly baby! Do you think I’d ever forget to give my baby his booby time?”
Your face turns a dark shade of red.
She blows a raspberry on your tummy. “Mommy would never forget that!”
You laugh uncontrollably as she does it again.
“Mommy, mommy, tickles!!!”
“What tickles? You mean this?”
She blows another raspberry.
Tinkle seeps into your diaper as you giggle.
By the time you catch your breath, Mommy is gone.
“Well, are you coming, baby?”
Mommy smiles at you from your crib, waiting for you to come suckle.
By the time you latch on, your eyes are impossible to hold open,
You don’t hear Daddy yelling at the game. Or the shutter of Mommy’s camera.
You don’t hear anything at all.
Nothing except Mommy’s voice, barely audible, as if she were across the room.
What’s going on here little mister? Are we getting any work done or is it too hard for you, little man? Oh or maybe you’re filling your diapie in your little cubicle. Let me take a quick peek back there. Hmm it seems like your diaper is all clean so what’s the hold up, sweetie?
Oh you don’t want to do your work because it’s to babyish? Well of course it is because you’re the widdle bwaby of the office. While the others get to do their grown up work you get to match the cute little shapes with each other!
No sweetie, you can’t do any grown up work. I had to make your work simpler after you started to forget how to do that simple math I had you do last week that even kindergartners could do. Honestly, a lot in this office lot has changed for you ever since I caught you wearing diapers in the office. After that I made you dress more appropriately for being the baby that you are and moved your cubicle near my desk so that I could tend to my little office baby!
Awww you don’t like being called that? Well you better get used to it since that’s what you are! You take naps in my office, I change your diapers in the women’s bathroom, and I even breastfeed you during the lunch breaks. I guess I went from being your boss to being your office mommy!
Don’t pretend you don’t enjoy all the attention you’re getting, mister! All the female employees can’t get enough of you and are always asking to feed you and put you in their laps to destress from work. Just last week that cute new intern was kind enough to offer to change your diaper when you had that blowout. You’re just the most adowable thing in this office! We can just eat you up! Yes we can!
Hmmm I think that’s enough reminiscing for now since your scheduled nap time is in thirty minutes. I better finish some of my work before I have to put you down for your nap. How about you get your work done before I have to spank that widdle tushy of yours, little mister?
Come on let’s get a move on, little mister. I don’t want you to fall behind and get lost in the store. So how about you hold on to my hand while we find a toy for you? Yeah wouldn’t that be nice, sweetie?
Awww what’s wrong, baby? What’s with the red face? Don’t tell me you’re getting embarrassed holding onto mommy’s hand in the toy aisle? How many times do I have to tell you it’s perfectly natural for mama’s pwecious widdle man to always be by mommy’s side. You’re no longer my hubby you’re my ittty bitty widdle guy and it’s about time you remember that.
Honestly, you’d think you’d get past the whole embarrassed phase after all the times I changed your droopy diapers in public or last week when I breastfed you at that restaurant while my family was there. After that my mom and sisters keep asking to babysit you whenever I’m busy. I can’t blame them though since you’re just so adowable! I can’t let you out of my sight!
Hmm? Why’d you stop sweetie? Oh I know that face very well! Are you doing your poo poo face, baby? Yep it smells like it too! Alright follow mommy to the women’s restroom so that she can clean that stinky mush tush.
No way kiddo, I can’t take you to the men’s restroom I’d get in trouble. I’m taking you to the women’s restroom because that’s where all the mommies change their baby’s diaper. There’s no need to worry I’ll be quick and then we could go back to buying you a toy of your choice. Aren’t you excited?
“What are you doing all the way over there, baby? Mommy’s friends want to see you. Don’t tell me you’re getting all shy on us are you?”
“Damn girl it’s been a while since I’ve seen your husb- oh I mean baby. He’s never been this cute before especially with that adorable swim diapie on isn’t that right, sweatheart?”
“Thanks Jenna but you’d probably find it less adorable if you’re changing diapers 24/7 especially with how this little pamper packer gets blowouts so often.”
“Aww you’re such a handful for your mommy aren’t you.”
“He is, especially when he gets fussy. You won’t believe the amount of times he’d throw a tantrum over getting changed or fed. That’s why I usually try and get him down for a nap every afternoon.”
“Well if you need any help with this little guy I’m glad to babysit him to give you a break from dirty diapers and bottle feedings.”
“Thanks girl, isn’t that great sweetie Auntie Jenna offered to babysit your cute little self. That means mommy gets free time to herself. Hmm? Uh oh.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Seems like this little man made a boom boom in his little swimmers. That’s just great I literally changed you an hour ago *sigh*.”
“Aww did the widdle bwaby make a present for mommy. Don’t worry girl I’ll help and I think all the other girls would be happy to join in.”
“Thanks you’re the best. You hear that sweetie all of mommy’s friends are going to help change your little tushie. All right girls who’s ready to change this little man!”
“Woooaaaah!”
“Looks like you’re the life of the party, kiddo. You always did talk about how you wanted to be surrounded and doted on by pretty girls and now here you are. I bet this isn’t what you expected huh?. No it isn’t mwah.”
Wakey wakey little man! Time to get up. You took quite the long nappy wappy, mister. It’s like you can’t even function without them with how fussy you get when you miss one. Anyway let me check the state of that diaper.
Hmm yep it’s exactly what I thought I’d find. You soaked your diaper so much that it almost leaked on to the couch. Oh boy seems like you had to go pee pee in your diapee wipee because of the bottle of milk I gave you right before nap time.
Why wouldn’t I let you go to bathroom? Oh you know the reason, sweetheart. It’s because you’re a baby now and babies don’t use the grown up potty. You may be a big boy in the eyes of the law but not to me little boy. Now stop fussing and let me change your soggy bum bum or else you’ll be going right over my lap for a spanking.
That’s what I thought. Isn’t it easier to do what mommy tells you to do without putting up a fuss. After your diaper change I think I’m going to take you out for a nice long walk in your stroller. All the ladies walking by won’t be able to resist being able to pinch your cheeks and babytalk you. I remember the last time I took you out for a stroller ride those cute cheerleaders asked if they could change your diaper. I can’t wait to take you out.
Where do you think you’re waddling off to, little man? You’re not leaving this room while I’m watching you when your mom’s gone. Especially with that load I can see in the back of your diaper.
There’s nothing there? Umm I don’t think so since I can smell that poopy diaper from here on the couch. So I’m going to ask you again and you’re going to answer me truthfully. Did you accidentally pack your pampers, sweetheart?
That’s what I thought now lay down on the changing mat because you’re overdue for a diaper change. Speaking of which, why is it that you always go poopy when I’m babysitting? I guess you really are just an itty bitty baby and not the big boy you pretend to be.
Alright now let’s rip open the tapes and inspect the damage. Here we go 1 … 2 …. 3 woah that’s a whole lot of poopy. Pee Yew little man! Some really went whoopsie daisy in his widdle diaper wiper. If I left you in that ripe diaper a little bit longer you could have had a diaper rash. But I wouldn’t let that happen to you. No I wouldn’t, No I wouldn’t. Now let me wipe up that messy bottom. I think I need 5 or 6 wipees to clean up that tushy. *Sniff* Nope we need a lot more wipees.
Alright all cleaned up now here comes the powder sweetheart. Let’s freshen up that smelly booty and after that let’s diaper you up. Look baby, it’s Mickey on the diapie. There now it’s taped on you nice and firm. Just promise me you’re not going to leave me with another present in your diaper like that anytime soon.
Woah there sweetie, what are you doing out here all by yourself. Where’s your mommy? Did you get lost from her in this park? Here take my hand let’s go find her she must be worried sick.
What did you say sweetheart? No I can’t leave you here by yourself. You’re just a baby even though you think you’re still an adult. That’s why you can’t go unsupervised without your mommy or another grown up like me. If you actually were a grown up like you believe you are you wouldn’t have such a soggy diaper that I’m looking at right now.
Awww poor thing you didn’t even know your diaper was wet. That’s why you need big girls like me and your mommy to take care of you, little guy. You can’t make it one day in the grown up world without being doted on or being protected by your mommy. You probably can’t even go a full day without an afternoon nap.
Oh is that your mommy over there I bet she is. For your sake, you better hope she doesn’t give a sore tushy after all the trouble you caused her.
She turns around, wondering why you suddenly stopped.
“Uh oh, do I see a poopoo face? Are you going poopoo in your diapie?”
“Mghff”
“Awww! You’re so stinking cute! Go on, baby, push all those icky stinkies into your diapie! I’m so proud of you!”
That makes one of you.
Proud isn’t how you’d describe the situation. Not when you’re squatting down and pooping yourself in public.
“Mgpgggh.”
“Sounds like a big pushie wushie! No wonder you couldn’t wait, cutie! But that’s why you’re diapered, isn’t it? Yes it is!”
“Sto—mpgghh.”
She smiles, rubbing your back.
“Don’t be embarrassed! You can’t help it! No hims can’t! You’re not my big stwong man anymore! Nuh uh, you’re my baby boy!”
Hard to argue when warm mush invades your diaper.
“Yes, you are! You said ‘bye bye potty training!’ Huh, baby? No more potties for you! Momma tapes on your crinkly potty now!”
“Mgggphh.”
“Wow, still making pushies?! That’s okay, honeybuns! All you have to do today is take a nap and have fun! You have all the time in the world.”
You’re well aware.
Your life as her baby boy didn’t end with diapers—it started with them. Who would’ve guessed this is how she’d put her trust fund to use?
To finance your new place in life.
She insisted her baby shouldn’t work. It wouldn’t be “fair” to your coworkers to be on diaper duty.
“All done, baby? Do you need to catch your breath? You did so good! Let me check that tushie of yours.”
You’re still huffing as she peels back your diaper and peeks in.
“Oh, honey, can you take Momma’s hand? We need to get you home.”
“Wh-why?”
“Your poor diapie couldn’t hold all your poopoo, baby. It might be time to switch to your nini diapies full time.”
Not those.
Anything but those.
“Please no! Please, Momma!”
You don’t care how you sound. As long as you don’t wear those diapers.
“Honey…you’ll wear what Momma decides. You don’t get choices anymore. Besides, you’ll look so cute waddling in your thick diapies!”
“But—.”
“Hush, baby, you shouldn’t worry what adults think of you. Now, let’s get that tush home before your poopy blowout gets any worse, okay? You can complain all you want during your bath.”
“Hmphff.”
“You’re adorable, diaperbutt. Take Momma’s hand. Good boy.”
You feel your sagging diaper drooping dangerously low. All you can do is hope it doesn’t get any worse on the way home.
But as you turn a corner, you see your neighbors waving to you…
Looks who’s finally awake after such a long nap. Hi there sweetums, how’re you feeling? I bet you’re feeling all fuzzy from the surgery.
You want to know where you are? What a silly question to ask, sweetie. You’re at the regression clinic. Your wife oops I mean your mommy brought you here since you’ve been such a naughty boy as of lately.
Oh and about that diaper around your waist isn’t it cute? No more using the potty for you since you just went through a surgery to make you unable to control your bladder and bowels. Let me put it in words you might understand. You’re gonna make all your pee pees and poo poos in your pampers from now on. You’re now far too little for the big boy potty. You’re fully reliant on your mommy and other grownups to wipe and powder your bottom. Isn’t that great widdle man.
Oh sweetheart don’t cry I got you shhhhh. Let me cradle your head on my boobs let’s see if that will calm you down. Oh and speaking of my boobs, your mommy switched you to an all milk diet which means I’ll be breastfeeding you during your stay here. I just so happen to be this clinic’s wet nurse. Now time to latch on for your milkies.
Look at the horses baby! Can you tell me what sound the horsey makes? Come on you can do it yes you can. Yes you can!
Oh boy looks like I have a grumpy pants on my hands. Sweetie, I know you don’t like that your mommy left you here for the summer with me and my parents but look at the bright side. You get to see all the nice farm animals and enjoy the country life. In return I get to hang out with my adorable little cousin. You’re such a cutie Yes You Are.
I remember back when we were kids how the entire family would gather together during holidays and the two of us would play together. You would always be so protective of me and try to act like a big kid but now it seems the roles are reversed.
Hmm. I smell something foul and I don’t think it’s the horses behind me. Here let me take a peak at the back your waistband. Yep that’s what I thought I’d find back there. I didn’t even see you make the scrunchy face you make every time you make poo poos. Looks like you’re not just a grumpy pants but stinky pants as well, little man. Oh well come along sweetie. If I can shovel manure I can definitely change your ripe diaper.
Alright kiddo, while your mommy’s with her friends she left me here to take care of your cute widdle self. You and I are gonna have so much fun together. There’s no need to worry or be embarrassed I’ve babysat many big babies like yourself. Ever since adult men have been regressing due to the virus I’ve been changing and powdering many big boy tushies as of lately.
Now let me check real quick if you need a fresh diaper. Hmm from what I’m feeling you didn’t make any wee wees in the front of your diaper. Now for a smell check in the back just in case you left me a surprise. *Sniff* Smells like daisies for now so seems like there’s no boom booms back there yet.
Oh that’s such an adorable red face you got there baby. I just wanna pinch those cheeks, here let me give you a kiss Mwah. Aww no need to be embarrassed baby, it’s natural for grown ups to check babies like you. Here let me pick you up upsey daisy.
What? You’re surprised I can pick you up baby boy. It’s natural for women to be able to pick up big babies like you since you guys are just sooo helpless and cute. Now let’s get you into your high chair and some nums nums into your tummy.
