The Anti-Masker

Chapter 6
A Heyna

Chapter Description: Jim is trying to deal with his new curse while having trouble keeping himself dry

I figured that the weekends may be the only time I could be diaper free, at least during the day. As long as I’m close enough to the toilet, there’s little chance I’ll piss or shit myself. It felt good to finally let the boys hang free, feeling like an alpha lion showing the pack his goods.  

The shrinking though, that was a real bitch of a situation. I set up a measuring station to check my height every morning, like some kind of 10 years old. Just, instead of being joyous seeing myself grow, I can watch myself dwindle in real time. By sunday I was already 5’5, watching my new height get shorter every day really feel like a slap in the face

“Please, I’d rather be completely diaper dependent, just please give my 5’9 body back”

Some part of me knew that maybe it's not a bargaining, maybe it's both: being diaper dependent AND being the shortest man alive.

“If I’ll be 4’7, will I really be able to even call myself a man?”

I started to wonder what the ghost’s point was. 

“Is she trying to make me feel like an old man or like a baby? Maybe both…”

I dreamt I was in the park, swinging on the swings, someone was gently pushing me over and over. I wore a childish blue Turtle Ninja shirt , bright red pants and white velcro shoes, but still had hairy arms and legs. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel like I’m wearing a diaper under those pants.

I looked over my shoulder to see who was pushing me, it was Chris, but huge.

“Hey buddy, having fun?” He said as he noticed me looking at him.

“Hi Chris…umm yeah. Can you stop for a bit?” He held the swing’s chain firmly to stop the swings. I got down, looked around me, trying to make sense of my surroundings. It was a park with slides, swings and several other fun things for kids, the only difference was that everything was an absolute unit or… maybe I was tiny. Chris got closer to me, my eye level was with the top of his pants.”Yep, I’m tiny, fuck.”

I lowered my stupid childish pants a little bit to look at my underwear. I was wearing a spiderman underoos over my hairy manly dick, no diaper though. That started to worry me. What if the 1% trigger and I shit myself? What if my bladder explodes and I won’t be near enough to the toilet? That will make me look like a small kid that can’t control itself.

“Umm.. Chris I’m worried that I may need diapers” I was suggesting, quietly. He loomed over me like a giant

“What? Jim, no kiddo. You’re 4 years old already, you don’t need diapers anymore” HE SAID WHAT!?

“I’m not 4” I yelled

“Sure you are buddy!” he lifted me into the air, I could see now how big his hands and face were compared to mine. He DID look more adult than me, whatever that means. He tossed me in the air and grabbed me again, that was really…fun! I laughed a bit

“See? If you weren’t 4 I wouldn’t be able to lift you into the air like that” He said with a lovable smile.

“Well, I guess” I wasn’t sure whether that made sense or not, but I couldn’t figure out why at the moment.

“Why don’t you slide in the big slide? I can help you climb if you want to”, he suggested. The giant slide seemed cool, so I started to climb it carefully. I forgot how cool the slides were when you are small enough to experience it. I slid down, and it was AMAZING, I had to do it again!

Chris was smiling, looking at my wholesome enjoyment of this simple slide. I didn’t care if it was childish, at my small size, it was exciting, almost dangerous. 

I slid maybe 8 times, giggling like a mad man every time. Couldn’t even feel the pressure building in my bladder. While going down the 9th time, the feeling in my dick started tainting the fun I was having.

“Chris.. I need to go piss” 

“Oh no, you need to use the potty?” ew, why did he have to call it this way?

“umm yes” Chris held me by my hand, and walked me to a bathroom that was just formulated in front of us, but still needed a somewhat walking distance. I held my dick as to prevent it from leaking, and noticed that Chris got a lot bigger since we were on the swings, or maybe I got even smaller? I could barely reach his hips now. The rich disappointment from my height was a good distraction from my bladder begging to release, but not good enough, my hand started to feel damp. 

“Oh no Chris, I don’t think I’m going to make it” I wanted to cry, tears started to flow on their own, just like my piss.

“Don’t worry Jimmy we are just a couple of steps away from the potty” I hated everything about this sentence. Couple of steps to a massive giant person maybe, not for me.

Everything was drenched with piss, my pants, socks and shoes. My face was covered with tears, but I couldn’t let myself bawl.  Chris was calm and collected, he lifted me to a changing table in the restroom, and started stripping me naked. He grabbed a childish plastic gym bag, decorated with trains and cars, and took a large babyish diaper from there

“But…but… you said I don’t need diapers?” I tried to not let my voice crack

“Not yet kiddo, you’re only two. Maybe soon though” I’m.. two? That really didn’t make any sense, but diapers were necessary, I remembered that.

He powdered me, lifted my ass and put the diaper under me, then, he stretched it over my dick and balls. It was a cutesy sport themed diaper with soccer balls and basketballs  on it, but it didn’t make me feel any better. I was becoming a baby, and that obliterated my guts. I started to bawl wildly and loudly. Chris looked worried and tried to shush me.

“Shh Jimmy, don’t worry buddy, I’m sure you’ll soon be potty trained and won’t need those silly diapers anymore” I could not calm down, it just made me feel worse. “Why is this shit show happening to me?”

“I think I know what will cheer you up,” Chris said with a comforting smile. He reached down to his silly bag, pulling a big blue pacifier from there

“Why the hell would that calm me down?” I cried even louder

“It's your favorite paci! See how it has a train on it? You love trains” I do love trains. I gazed at the pacifier, and suddenly a soothing feeling washed over me, my crying stopped for a second. I yearned for this pacifier, I needed it in my mouth more than anything, I grabbed it swiftly from Chris’s hand and shoved it in my mouth.

It was working, I felt good, relieved. I never thought pacifiers could be this amazing.

Chris lifted me up onto his lap, and smiled at me. I smiled back through the pacifier, I felt so at ease that I didn’t even care that I started pooping myself. Everything was great, Chris was great and he probably won’t even mind…

I woke up

The usual smell and feel of a completely filled diaper filled the air. I..What the hell was that stupid dream??? “I WILL NOT BE A BABY! I’m a freaking alpha! People should look up to me, admire me and wish to be me”. I couldn’t believe this awful dream made me feel like its ok to be childish and wear fucking baby diapers and BEING DIAPERED BY…

“wait…” I just then noticed that my thumb was stuck firmly in my mouth.