One Big Happy Baby

Chapter 1
One Big Happy Baby

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Chapter Description: This is a story about a teenage boy who is given the mind of a toddler. This story can be added to if people want it!

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Chris walked down the narrow path towards the ruins. At one time, the area had been the home to a strange group of people that had sought refuge after persecution from mortals. They had made their settlement on the island, and had lived there in privacy for hundreds of years, until the war. During the Second World War, the military had set up bases on the island for weapons testing and research, using the directive of eminent domain on steroids to evict and resettle the outcasts. Strangely enough, those entrusted with the relocation had all fallen ill to some ailment shortly after the relocation- ailments which could not be explained.

Chris had decided to visit the ruins after hearing about the legends of the inhabitants’ powers and abilities. He didn’t really believe that the stories were true, but the prospect of visiting old structures filled with history amused him nonetheless. As he approached the center of the settlement, he entered a large building made of stone bricks with thick metal bars and doors. He felt slightly uneasy as he entered, taking in the foreboding essence of the structure. As he entered, he became aware of the massive scale of the building, standing more than two stories high with high barred windows and a clean barren stone floor.

As he began to relax, he was stunned when the massive metal doors behind him flew shut and the windows above seemed to turn black. He was terrified as he heard footsteps coming towards him. In the darkness he could not see the figure that stood before him, but he could tell there was someone there. A faint blue glow appeared, illuminating an old woman’s face.

Chris felt like screaming, but he stopped as he sensed another presence in his mind. It was like someone was probing his thoughts, recalling his desires and fears, and he was powerless to control the images. As the invasive slideshow ceased, the figure in front of him spoke.

“You have trespassed in our village, as so many before you have done. You too shall suffer punishment for your disobedience.” Chris was petrified when he heard that, realizing that the stories he had heard were true.

“But how to make you suffer? Death by your innermost fears? No, you fear too little... You are a very proud person, aren’t you?” Chris stood there, unable to confirm or deny her accusation.

“Perhaps- well, what have we here? What a contradiction! A person as proud and dignified as you wishes to become a baby again. This is most entertaining... I think we have found our fate for you, little Chris.” Chris finally found himself able to speak.

“No, wait! That’s not true... I have no such desire, not anymore!”

“Oh, but you do, little one... And soon you shall indeed find that your dream has come true! Your former identity has been erased; your friends and family have forgotten you ever existed. But the humiliation you will endure will stretch far beyond being small. You shall remain in your present state- overweight, large, and a short 19-year old while removing the consciousness of such. You shall be reduced to a 2-year old, seeking only to exist as a baby and stay as such. You shall be given a new parent to watch over you; one who will not be afraid of the humiliation she and her new child will endure, and one who is blessed with patience and love enough to handle such a time-demanding baby. Goodbye, Chris- your future would have been a bright one, but your new future will be even more rewarding... to us!”

Carol was glad she had come out this way. She had always loved the woods on the island, and the natural beauty of the landscape. She walked down the path, contemplating her life as it stood now. She was disappointed that she had never married, and even more disappointed that she had never had a baby. At that thought she sighed, realizing that at 28 she still had time, but not as much as she hoped.

As she was pondering, she noticed someone walking through the woods. Not on a path, but through the brush and trees to her left. She called out to them, hoping to hear a reply. Instead, however, she heard a whimpering sound. Realizing that this might be a child lost or alone, she pushed through the brush towards the sound of the cry. She reached a pine clearing, discovering that this was no ordinary child. This child was around five and a half feet tall, with long and messy hair that stuck out in all directions as if it hadn’t been cared for. He was quite large, around 240 pounds, giving the look of an overgrown toddler. He was wearing no clothes with the exception of a bleached white T-shirt, which only came down to his belly button. He sat on the ground in a child-like manner, sucking his fingers and staring up at her. His eyes were wide with fascination, and the whole picture told Carol that something terrible had happened to this boy. She knew she had to help him, and stood him up. He continued sucking his fingers as small trickles of pee began to fall from him. He seemed completely oblivious to this fact, and instead began making gleeful sounds as she searched him for injuries. She tried to ask him if he knew where he was, but all she got in response was a baby-like smile that conveyed no message other that innocence to her.

She pulled a clip out of her hair, and pulled down his T-shirt to between his legs and clipped it. She then escorted him out of the forest, thinking of how he would probably need constant care until he recovered. She found herself more than willing to take on this task. She drove him to her house on the hillside, and awoke him when they arrived. She wiped the drool from his lips as he looked towards her. She guided him towards her door and up to the bathroom where she had him sit in the bathtub. She proceeded to bath him from head to toe, and couldn’t help but feel that this was amusing. Here she was, bathing a 20-ish year old like a baby. And he seemed just as comfortable and content to have her do this as she did.

While he was playing with bubbles, she went back to the car and got the bag of supplies she had picked up on the way home while he was sleeping. She came back up to find him standing on the sink counter, going through her medicine cabinet.

“Now, now... We don’t play in there, big guy. Come on down and I’ll finish getting you all cleaned up.” He jumped down, shaking the floor as he did it.

“I not a big boy, I a widdle baby! And you my mommy!” He giggled childishly as she smiled at his retort. He suddenly ceased giggling, and squatted down, deep in concentration. Carol immediately knew what was going on, and had him sidle over to the toilet where she positioned him right above the bowl. He relaxed as he released his poop into the air, not caring where it went.

“Well, now I know what we need to do next!” Carol chuckled as she grabbed a towel and dried him off from his bath. She then laid him down on the tile floor and cleaned his butt, then applied powder and Vaseline which she had taken from the bag. She pulled out a large package of diapers as well, which she had purchased because they closely resembled baby diapers. They were made of plastic, and were very thick and well padded. She had to make sure they didn’t leak out as he would undoubtedly be wearing this brand for many months. As she went to put the diaper under his legs, he kicked with excitement. Something inside his toddler consciousness told him that this was an exciting and wonderful event which he expressed to Carol through his giggling and screams of delight. She taped up the sides and had him stand up. She then sat him down on the toilet, and proceeded to cut his hair. He seemed to have no trouble sitting still, as long as she periodically tickled his round tummy to keep him happy. When she finished, she stood him up in front of the mirror.

“What do you think?” She asked him, fluffing up what hair was left. He giggled as he ran his hands over his protruding tummy, seeming to admire its size.

“Well, we’ll have to watch what you eat for a while, until that tummy of yours gets a bit smaller.” Suddenly, the boy’s expression changed, and he began shouting.

“I don’t wanna be smaller... I’m a baby, and babies are big!” He frowned at his mommy, who simply smiled and quietly replied

“I’m sorry, I forgot. Don’t worry, we won’t let your baby fat disappear completely.” He seemed satisfied with that, as his face drained of the red color it had become only seconds before. He yawned, took a big stretch, and took on a look of drowsiness.

“Looks like you’re tired, and not surprising either... You’ve had a really big day!” She once again sat him down on the floor and changed his diaper once more, which had become surprisingly full for such a short time. He was half asleep when she finished, and she allowed him to crawl to the guest room. She stood him up once more, placing a long white T-shirt on him. She again tied it tight at the bottom under his diaper, making him look even more infantile. She brought him a glass of water, which he attempted to drink but spilled down his chest for the most part. He giggled as more water spewed from his lips onto the drenched T-shirt.

“Well, looks like we’ll need some more things in the morning. Sleep well, little... Wait, we don’t have a name for you yet, do we? Do you have a name?” She asked him, knowing that the chances of such an occurrence were slim at best.

“I baby Chris!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air as he said it. Carol wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard him peeing into his diaper as he said it. She laughed at his excitement, and laid him down to bed. He quickly closed his eyes and began to dream of the wonders that his new life would bring him. Carol turned out the light, and quietly closed the door. She decided to turn in early as well, since mothers like her needed to be ready for their babies in the morning.

She awoke the next morning to a loud crash. She wasn’t sure where it had come from, or even if it had happened at all. She crawled out of bed, wiping the sleep from her eyes, and walked to her new son’s room. She found the door open and the bed empty. A sense of panic over took her as she realized what might have happen to her baby if he left the house. She hurried down the stairs, seeing his soggy diaper discarded on the steps. She almost ran into the kitchen, and at first was relieved by what she saw.

There was baby Chris, standing on the counter top, going through the cupboards. He had not simply walked out of his diaper, but had replaced it with a makeshift one made out of the white T-shirt he had worn the night before. Judging by the way it was sagging, Carol assumed that he had certainly gotten his use out of it. He still had not heard her, and was rummaging around the shelf searching for something that would satisfy him.

He finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out a glass baby bottle, complete with nipple and cap. It had obviously not been used in some years, judging from the dust on the top. They had actually been a gift from Carol’s mother, intended as a subtle hint of what she was expected to do some day. Chris wiped the dust off on his tummy, and looked through the bottle. He managed to get the cap off, and attempted to suck from the nipple. When he got nothing out of it, he let out a whine and let it fall into the sink.

It was at point that Carol realized what her baby had been up to. All of the cupboards on the bottom had been emptied- their contents strewn onto the kitchen floor carelessly. The boxes of cereal had been sampled and also tossed aside, spilling their contents. The fridge had also been ransacked, with every drawer and container emptied in search of something appealing. Carol continued to watch as Chris jumped off from the counter, letting his diaper fall off as he did it. The floor shook with the impact of such a large baby colliding with it, but Chris didn’t seem the least bit bothered by this. He went to the fridge once again, and took a container of milk from the door which had been left ajar. He opened the container, and attempted to drink it. Only about a quarter of the milk actually got into his mouth, while the rest fell onto his tummy and then onto his legs and floor. He emptied the container, and let out a large belch. Carol covered her mouth as she tried to contain her amusement at seeing her new son acting so primitive. He then grabbed a two liter bottle of Pepsi out of the door, and struggled with the cap for a few seconds before finally managing to get it off. He lifted the bottle as an infant lifts a milk bottle, and proceeded to drink from it. He lowered the bottle quickly after, coughing.

Carol knew he had failed to anticipate the effects of the carbonation. He continued coughing and started crying between coughs. Carol then broke her silence and went over to him. He seemed to brighten up as she came over, but continued coughing.

“Mommy, I... I...” He was unable to complete his primitive thought as he was overcome with coughing. She gently yet firmly patted his back in an effort to help him regain control. He eventually did, smiling at his accomplishment.

“See? All better!” He giggled with her as she removed the bottle from his hands.

“This stuff is just a little bit too strong for you, honey. Wouldn’t you rather have some milk instead?” The baby’s excitement grew.

“Yeth, mommy, but I wanna boddle!” She drained the pop from the bottle, and proceeded to fill it full of milk from an unopened container. She also removed the nipple from the glass bottle that had been carelessly dropped into the sink. She squeezed the base into the bottle, allowing the top to remain above the spout.

“There! Now you have your bottle!” She handed it to him as he tried his new vice. Hs sucked from the bottle seeming to enjoy it more with every gulp of milk he swallowed. As he continued to suck, he released little streams of pee letting Carol know what she had forgotten to take care of.

“Come on, Chriffer... Let’s go get you a nice clean diaper!” He seemed more than eager to accompany her, running ahead of her and dashing into the bathroom.

“I wanna diaper, mommy! I wanna diaper! Diapers are for babies like me!” He squealed with delight when his mother pulled a new Huggies diaper from the package, instructing him to lie down and again submit to acts than any normal 19-year old would find humiliating. Again diapered, Chris stood up and patted the back of his diaper. He seemed to agree that the diapers were perfect for him, as he felt the front and the area where leg meets plastic. There was something about wearing a diaper that the toddler found thrilling, to the point where it was almost a necessity regardless of his size or mentality.

As he looked at himself in the mirror, he experienced a flashback. He momentarily saw himself as a normal 19-year old boy, getting ready for classes. He saw this image, and found it sickening. His new self was far freer, far more liberated than that other person he subtly knew he used to be. Without any doubt or hesitation, he put that image out of his mind to focus on what was important at the moment, which was anything he wanted. At that moment he wanted to try on clothes. He didn’t know why, nor did he care. Whatever thought hit him at the moment was what he did.

“Want to go to your new room and play while mommy makes a few phone calls, honey?” Carol asked, trusting that her baby would not get into any serious trouble in a matter of ten or so minutes. Chris ran from the room as fast as he could, though still hindered by the lovely diaper he proudly had between his legs. He went to his room and threw open the drawers, looking for anything he could try on. When he opened the closet doors, he found exactly what he was looking for.

Carol hung up the phone, happier than she had been in years. She had just agreed to sell her share of her law firm to her 3 partners, who were quietly delighted to have her share of the business. She knew that this was the right decision, as this money would provide for her and her new baby for decades to come. Not to mention the added bonus that she would be able to spend every waking moment with her son. While some mothers might be terrified by this prospect, she was thrilled by it. She went upstairs to check on Chris, excited to see what he had been up to. She opened the door to see him wearing high skiing socks that went up to his knees, a small white bra that sadly enough fit him do to his obesity, large oversized sunglasses and a wicker sunhat. He looked absolutely hilarious, and Carol could not help but laugh at the once young man standing before her. Chris saw her and joined in as well, giggling and laughing hysterically at his mommy. After a few minutes they both regained their composure, and Carol brought him downstairs for a picture.

As she was snapping photos, the baby grew more and more aware of his delight. By the time they were done, Carol had taken the few garments off of him and returned them to the closet while he sat on the floor and sucked his fingers. She came across a box of old clothes she had worn years ago and looked through them. Until she could get to the store later, Chris had to have something to wear besides his diaper. She found a pair of overalls that had almost never been worn because they had been far too big for her.

“Perfect!” she exclaimed as she removed them from the box and brought them to the desk. She got out some scissors and cut off the legs right at the leg line, then cutting a line right across the crotch from leg hole to leg hole. She then brought the garment into the basement where she kept her sewing supplies. She found some snap buttons and proceeded to sew on 4 sets. When she was done, she held up the overalls, admiring her ingenuity. She brought her creation up to show her son. She walked into his room, where she found him trying to tie several cloth diapers together to make one large one.

“Where did you get these, honey?”

“From da box!” He said as he pointed to an unmarked box on the upper shelf of the closet.

“Oh, I see. Well you know, honey, those aren’t going to do you much good... They’re designed for... small babies, not big babies like you.” She hesitated at the last phrase, not knowing how he would react to this.

“Can I ware dem over my diaper?” He pleaded. Something inside him wanted to have as much to do with diapers as he could. Carol agreed, and took several of the diapers down to the sewing machine. She got out some white thread, and sewed several of the diapers together to form a very large white cloth diaper. She brought this up to her son, who squealed with delight.

“Dank you, mommy! I so happy!” Carol was thrilled to hear this.

“That’s what I’m here for, Chriffer... to make you happy.” She got some baby pins out of the box and secured the large diaper on both sides of her son. This diaper looked even more childish than the others, coming up almost to his belly button in the front and riding up his hips on the sides. In the back the bulge from the diaper underneath was amplified, making him more baby-looking than before. When he walked towards the mirror, the same plastic rustling sound was still fully audible, as he liked it. He looked at himself once again, admiring the overgrown toddler he had become. His mother came over with the makeshift garment she had made for him earlier. He was slightly upset by having to wear clothes, but agreed to for him mommy. She found a yellow T-shirt in the dress-up box and tried to pull it over him, but found it was too small to go all the way down to his waste.

“Weave it, mommy... It’s really comfy!” She agreed to let him wear the exceptionally tight T-shirt under his overalls. She helped him climb into them, and secured the straps over his shoulders. She then stood him in front of the mirror again, smiling at him in the glass. He frowned; dissatisfied with the way the overalls seemed to hide his diaper. Carol assured him that he was still wearing one, and with that reaffirmation he squatted and released poop into his diaper. He giggled as he watched the back of his overalls grow in the mirror.

“You’ll need a change soon, but not just yet. Why don’t we go over to Mrs. Lennox and introduce you?” Chris took her hand as she led him down the stairs and out the front door. She had all but forgotten the mess in the kitchen, and the upcoming trip to the store to get more baby supplies. Her primary focus in life now was her son, and whatever he wanted or needed, or what she felt he needed. They walked over to the next house to the right, the home of Carol’s long-time friend Mrs. Lennox. As they walked on the sidewalk, Chris barefooted, people nearby didn’t seem at all concerned about the large overgrown toddler Carol was escorting. A few waved and said hi to Carol and her new son. When they got to the front door, Carol had Chris ring the bell. He liked how the light in the button went out every time he pressed it and continually pressed it, giggling at his discovery. Mrs. Lennox came and opened the door, excited to see them.

“Well, hello, Carol! I see you have a new little one with you!” She ushered them in, directing them over to the living room.

“Make yourselves comfortable, sit anywhere. I’m sorry I haven’t had time to tidy up, I’ve been going through some old boxes in the closets and so forth.” Carol sat on a sofa while Chris walked along the walls, fascinated by all the new things his eyes were taking in. His fingers found their way into his mouth as he began mumbling baby talk to himself. “So tell me, Carol, who is it you’ve brought with you?”

“Well, the fact of the matter is, I’ve adopted him. I found him in the woods out on the island yesterday, almost naked and with no one around. I’m not sure how he got out there or what happened to him, but I’m more than thrilled to be taking care of such a good boy.”

“Well, isn’t that something?” Mrs. Lennox replied. “You know, I just knew that you’d make a great mother one day! You know, sometime, we’ll have to arrange a play date between your little guy and my Billy! How old is Chris?”

Carol explained. “Physically, I’d say he’s between 17 and 21, but mentally he’s no more than 3 years old.”

“Then he’d get along famously with Billy! He’s at daycare today; his father dropped him off on the way to work. Shame he couldn’t get to meet Chris today, and he seems like such a nice boy... Say, where’d the little guy get to?” Carol realized that in the conversation, she had let Chris out of her sight for a moment. She got up and went found him in Billy’s room, asleep in the open crib.

“Oh, now isn’t that just sweet!” Mrs. Lennox said. “Billy hasn’t used that in almost a year... Why don’t you take it? I’m sure John can move it over for you when he gets home, and you’d get far more use out of it that I will.” Carol agreed, and went over to her sleeping baby. He had removed the overalls before getting into the crib, discarding them on the floor. He laid there, chest silently rising and falling, cloth diaper hiding his true garment of choice, his little T-shirt hugging the bulge of his tummy. She knelt down and kissed his forehead, thankful she had her son after years of loneliness. She quietly crept out of the room, and went downstairs with Mrs. Lennox to continue their conversation over coffee.

As Chris dreamt, visions of his previous life flashed through his mind. Things that he had wanted to do and see people he had known and loved. Baby Chris found these images amusing. Why would someone want to waste their life away doing such complicated and stressful things? His way of life was far superior. No responsibilities and complete freedom. He realized as these images passed that in reality, this was he had truly wanted all along, albeit from a disorder like infantilism. It didn’t matter that the original source of his desires was perceived by some as grotesque or sickening, but instead that it had been the source for his liberation. He was comforted by these thoughts and eager to resume his toddler existence.

He woke abruptly at this thought, as if his body responded to his desire to wake up. Feeling refreshed after his nap, he stood up and felt his diaper. It was indeed quite full, and still messy from earlier, so Chris simply pushed it down and let it fall to the floor. He removed the T-shirt he had been wearing and explored the room he was in. It seemed to be a young child’s room, adorned with childish decorations and furniture targeted to be of use to those of his age group. He went over to the dresser and pulled out the top drawer. Some instinct led him to remember that this typically housed the garments he was looking for. His instincts proved accurate, as there lay several large goodnights’ diapers. He removed one from the drawer, disappointed at its seemingly adult-looking decorations and its cloth-like texture. Nevertheless, a diaper was indeed a diaper to baby Chris. He stepped into it, and slowly pulled it up to his waist line. It settled below his tummy and above his butt, showing off his contours quite noticeably. He walked over to the door where the mirror hung, and looked at himself from the side. He stuck his butt out to make him look more babyish, and liked the reflection that he saw. He almost ran back to the crib and picked up the dry cloth diaper that he had worn over his disposable baby diaper and proceeded to put that on over his new adult-like diaper. This suited him far better.

With his needs met, he continued exploring the room. He found a small fridge and opened the door. Inside he found several bottles of milk. Chris giggled as he removed the cap on one bottle and chugged its contents as quickly as he could. He did this with 4 bottles before letting out a large belch. He discovered several bottles of water behind those of milk and grabbed 2 of those as well. He removed their caps, and poured one down his diaper. He liked it when his diapers were large and bulky, as they made it harder for him to walk and made him feel more babyish. He poured the other bottle over his head allowing it to cascade down his head, back, and chest. Thoroughly satisfied from his little shower Chris decided to go through the rest of the drawers. He normally didn’t like clothes other than diapers, as they might obscure people’s image of him. However, on this occasion, he desired some tight fitting clothing to show off his baby fat. Some little voice in the back of his mind was telling him what a complete and horrible embarrassment this should be for him, but baby Chris was far too excited to get underway that he totally ignored this warning. He found a blue onesie-like shirt that went only down to his leg line. This, like the garment that his mother had made for him, had snaps along the bottom, but appeared to be almost a foot too small for him. This didn’t deter him in the least, as he forced his way into it and, with great effort, snapped the buttons underneath his diapers. He patted both the front and back of his diapers to ensure proper padding and obviousness and waddled over to the corner. Here he found a variety of toys appropriate to someone of his mental age. He let himself fall down in a baby like manner, not bracing himself but rather letting his diaper cushion his fall. He picked up a pacifier and placed it in his mouth, soothed by the gentle sucking. He picked up a rattle and began amusing himself with the toys.

Mrs. Lennox was delighted when she heard a car door slam outside. “Oh, my! That must be John and Billy now!” Her claims proved accurate when her husband and young son came into the kitchen, saying hello to Carol as they did.

“I’m just here introducing little Chris, a boy I found over on the island the other day. Speaking of Chris, where’d that big boy get to? I’m sure he’s awake from his nap by now.” The entire group followed Mrs. Lennox upstairs to Billy’s room, finding baby Chris standing up on the desk dancing in front of the mirror with a pacifier and several colorful rings from a development toy. He had removed his clothing and cloth diaper, and was now clothed only by his goodnights diaper. They all laughed quietly as the overgrown toddler moved around on the desktop in front of the mirror wearing his ridiculous outfit, uncaring as his fat jiggled with ever step. He noticed them and began giggling with them. The adults burst into all out laughter when Chris stopped giggling, and made it obvious he was pooping into his diaper.

Billy too was giggling, and ripped off his shirt and shorts and ran to the desk to join baby Chris. Billy was wearing his goodnights as well, and without hesitation, he both peed and pooped in his diaper, enjoying the freedom his mother was trying to steal from him. Mrs. Lennox didn’t seem to mind this time, as Chris removed his T-shirt garment and cloth diaper and stood side by side with Billy. They were quite different in height and weight, though both shared the same general shape of toddlers. One might mistake them for brothers at first glance. The adults were still laughing hysterically at the two boys who had now moved to the bed, jumping up and down on it while giggling.

Eventually Mrs. Lennox began to regain her composure, telling her husband to move the crib to Carol’s house when she was ready. He and Carol both got control of themselves as well. Carol commented “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Billy so happy, except for last summer when you let him use the pool with his diapers on!” Mrs. Lennox again laughed, realizing that the behavior of her son was indeed nothing to be concerned about. He would undoubtedly grow up when he was ready, and what was the hurry in driving him from this behavior after all? Acting like a baby was nothing wrong, just something that he chose to do. She wondered why she had been so concerned with making him grow up before, and thanked Carol for bringing baby Chris over, as it had given her a new perspective on parenting. Carol thanked her for the use of the crib, and apologized for the mess that Chris had made while he was there.

“Oh, think nothing of it! Oddly enough, I’m looking forward to cleaning it up. It might sound strange, but since I met little Chris here, I’m thrilled to have a baby at home!” Carol went over to Chris, who was now lying down on the bed with Billy, both exhausted from all of their jumping and dancing. She tickled the bottoms of his feet and his tummy, making him squirm with delight, and eventually forcing him to happily fill his diaper with pee.

“It’s time to go now, Chriffer... Say bye bye to your new friend! You’ll see him tomorrow, I promise.” Chris waved goodbye to baby Billy, who waved back in turn. Billy had been looking forward to growing up earlier that day, excited at day care about all the things the teachers said he could do one day. But now, after playing with baby Chris, Billy was thrilled about being just like Chris in every way, and excited that his mother would allow him to do so. As Carol and Chris walked down the stairs, followed by Billy’s mother and father, He too looked at himself in the mirror, deciding that he needed to regain some baby fat if he was going to be just like Chris.

Chris held his mother’s hand once again as they walked the few hundred feet back to their house. A young mother and her 5-year old walked by them. Carol and the mother greeted each other, but Chris didn’t care what they were saying. He was looking at the 5-year old, trying to make eye contact with him. He didn’t even know why; he just knew that the 5-year old would feel better after he had. Eventually, Chris caught his gaze, and changed his expression from somber to complete glee. His mother stopped walking and looked down at him, curious about the sudden change in attitude her son had had. She then looked at baby Chris, and fully understood.

“Well, we must be going... got to get the little guy diapered, don’t we?” she said, signaling to her son that she was now in full compliance with his needs now that he was to be a baby again. Both families walked on, and while Carol was unlocking the door, Chris turned and looked back at baby Jason. He had removed his T-shirt, shorts, and underwear and was parading around naked. His mother seemed to have no problem with this... After all, babies went around naked all the time.

Carol brought her toddler into the kitchen to try to find him something to eat. “You certainly did a number on this kitchen, little guy... Looks like I’ll have to clean it up after you go to bed.” She had no problem with this whatsoever, and rather liked the idea of cleaning up his messes. She began preparing a smoothie for him from fruits he hadn’t thrown on the floor, simply navigating around the strewn kitchen materials.

While she was doing this baby Chris decided to explore the rest of the upstairs. He crawled up the stairs, feeling the goodnights strain as he continued crawling down the hallway. Just outside what he would learn was his mother’s room the left side of the diaper tore; the cloth-like material weak from the activity its large occupant had demanded from it. He stood up, sniffling at his disappointment. His sniffling turned to all-out bawling when the diaper fell off him completely, leaving him standing there naked.

“Moooommmmmmy!” he wailed. He was completely distraught by his sudden shame and sadness.

“I’m coming, sweetheart!” Carol called from the stairs. She knew something awful had to have happened to her son for him to be crying so. She was a little surprised when she found that he was only missing his diaper, but still comforted by the fact that he was so dependent on her for his needs.

“It’s ok, honey. Don’t worry, we’ll go and get you a brand new diaper, huh? We won’t put you in any more of these big kid diapers. Don’t cry, you’ll have your diaper back soon.” She quietly comforted him, and he eventually stopped crying. They went into the bathroom and she laid him down on the tile floor once again. She got him prepared and then placed the diaper under him and taped it on the sides. He cheered her as she did so, excited that he felt whole again.

“Dank you, mommy! Dank you!” She said thank you and tickled his tummy and underarms. He squirmed with delight, giggling and laughing out of control. She stopped and let him up, as he proceeded to give his mommy a hug. She embraced him, thankful that he felt so comfortable with her. They released their grasps from each other, and she lightly hit the back of his diaper and said

“Go on, have fun! Your lunch won’t be ready for a few minutes.” He ran out of the bathroom and into his mother’s room. Carol knew he had gone in there, but didn’t care what he did. Nothing in her house was so valuable that it meant denying her son enjoyment. He was so full of energy and excitement that he couldn’t contain himself. He proceeded to demonstrate his joy by destroying the room, and did so with complete confidence that he would not be punished for doing so.

Carol came up about ten minutes later, expecting to see her overgrown baby jumping on the bed or some other benign activity. When she entered her room, however, she was surprised but not angered by what she saw. There was almost nothing left intact in her room. The bed had been stripped of its sheets and the mattress tossed towards the door. The box spring and frame had been overturned. The dresser had been emptied of its contents and drawers, as was obvious by the large pile of clothes and broken wooden planks. The vanity dresser which housed makeup amongst other things was also over turned, its contents strewn about the room. The closet door was open. Carol carefully made her way to the closet door, making sure not to step on any of the debris left by her son. She found him climbing the shelving unit, which was bending under his weight. Every time he climbed to a new shelf, it bent to the height of the previous shelf. He became angered by this, and tried even harder to reach the top shelf.

“Here, honey... let me help you.” Carol came into the closet and pushed up on the bottoms of his feet, helping him to gain enough height to reach the top shelf. He eventually navigated his way up, and ended up in a squatting position due to the low height of the ceiling.

“Look at me, mommy! I up high!” He seemed quite proud of his accomplishment, as did Carol surprisingly.

“Congratutions, honey! I’m glad you could do it!” She helped him climb down, and afterwards he ran down the stairs to the living room. Carol turned off the light to the closet and stood up the vanity dresser. “Looks like I have another mess to clean up!” she said happily, following her son down to the living room. He had turned on the TV which had been on PBS, and he proceeded to watch tellitubbies.

If you like this story, or if you have complaints, comments, questions, etc., don’t hesitate to email me with them... I’m always open to ideas and comments! niagrafal51@yahoo.com

 

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