The apartment smelled of lavender and baby powder, a scent that had become Mark’s new normal. He sat cross-legged on the living room floor, his chubby fingers clutching a stuffed dinosaur. His onesie, a bright blue with little white clouds, rustled as he wiggled his diapered bottom. The thick padding between his legs crinkled with every movement, a sound that would have embarrassed him but now filled him with a warm, fuzzy comfort.
Jessica, his girlfriend, lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She glanced at him occasionally, a smirk playing on her lips. "Look at you, sweetie," she cooed, reaching down to ruffle his hair. "Such a good little boy."
Mark giggled, his eyes sparkling with childlike joy. He didn’t remember why he was like this, only that it felt right. The world was simpler now. No stress, no responsibilities, just toys and snacks and the occasional warm, tingly feeling in his diaper.
The doorbell rang, and Jessica’s friend Emily let herself in. "Oh my god, Jess, he’s adorable," Emily gushed, dropping her bag by the door and kneeling beside Mark. She pinched his cheek, and he beamed up at her, proud of the praise.
"You’ve done such a good job with him," Emily said, her voice dripping with amusement. "He looks perfect."
Jessica grinned. "He’s a natural. Took to it like he was born for it."
Mark, oblivious to their conversation, reached for a sippy cup on the coffee table. He took a long sip, some of the sweet juice dripping down his chin. Jessica took a bib, and he happily let her tie it around his neck.
As the afternoon wore on, Mark’s diaper grew heavier. He squirmed, his face scrunching up as he tried to ignore the warm, squishy feeling. Jessica noticed immediately.
"Uh-oh, someone needs a change," she teased, nudging Emily. "Think he could stay dry if he wanted?"
Mark looked up at them, his expression innocent. Then, suddenly, his face lit up. "Boys drool," he announced proudly, his voice high and sing-song, "girls rule!"
Jessica and Emily burst into laughter. Jessica clapped her hands, delighted. "Oh my god!" She scooped Mark into her arms, ignoring his surprised squeal. "Such a good boy!"
Mark giggled, his cheeks flushed with happiness. The praise made his heart swell. He didn’t know why the phrase had popped into his head, only that it made his mommy happy.
Emily grinned. "I think someone deserves a treat for being such a good little boy."
Jessica nodded. "Definitely. But first, let’s get him out of that soggy diaper."
Jessica laid Mark on the changing table in the nursery, his legs kicking happily. Emily stood nearby, watching with amusement as Jessica undid the tapes of his diaper. The scent of baby powder filled the air as she cleaned him up, her touch gentle but firm.
"You’re doing so well, sweetie," Jessica murmured, sprinkling powder onto his skin. "Such a good boy for Mommy."
Mark cooed, his fingers twisting in the soft blanket beneath him. He loved this part, the attention, the care, the way Jessica’s voice made him feel safe.
Emily leaned in, her voice playful. "You know, Jess, I think he’s ready for something a little... thicker next time. Don’t you?"
Jessica smirked. "Oh, absolutely. Maybe even a nighttime diaper. What do you think, Mark? Want to try a nice, crinkly nighttime diaper?"
Mark clapped his hands, his eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, please!"
Jessica laughed, fastening the fresh diaper around his waist. "Such a polite little boy."
After his change, Mark was rewarded with a bottle of warm milk. He curled up on Jessica’s lap, sucking contentedly as she stroked his hair. Emily sat beside them, occasionally reaching over to pinch his cheek or tickle his toes.
"You’re so lucky, Jess," Emily sighed. "He’s perfect."
Jessica smiled down at Mark, her voice soft. "I know. He’s my good boy."
Mark, half-asleep and warm in her arms, murmured against the bottle. "Love you, Mommy."
Jessica’s heart melted. "Love you too, sweetie."
As the sun began to set, Mark’s eyelids grew heavy. Jessica carried him to the crib, tucking him in with his favorite blanket. He snuggled into the soft sheets, his diaper crinkling with every movement.
"Night-night, little one," Jessica whispered, kissing his forehead.
Mark yawned, his voice barely audible. "Night-night, Mommy."
Jessica and Emily stood in the doorway, watching Mark drift off to sleep. Emily shook her head, still grinning. "I can’t believe how well the hypnosis took. He doesn’t even remember being an adult."
Jessica crossed her arms, proud. "Told you it would work. He was always so stressed, so... resistant to letting go. Now look at him. Happy as can be."
Emily chuckled. "So, what’s next for your little boy?"
Jessica’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I’ve got plenty of ideas. Maybe a playdate with some other regressed boys. Or a trip to the park in his stroller."
Emily clapped her hands. "I have to see that."
Jessica grinned. "Oh, you will."
As they turned off the light and closed the door, Mark sighed in his sleep, his diaper crinkling softly. Somewhere in his mind, he knew he was exactly where he was meant to be, safe, loved, and utterly, blissfully little.
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