Loving Care: The Stories of Lola Trechlyn

Chapter 13
X - Lonely Cam

Chapter Description: An experimental story with one central character and no dialogue. You'll love it or hate it and I look forward to finding out which. Published Oct 4th, 2010. Super I-just-wrote-it new!

Cam twitched in his computer chair. Then he gasped, convulsed, and unloaded two days’ worth of semen into the sock around his penis. The words on the screen blurred as Cam struggled in perfect agony.

When he was satisfied he’d squeezed the last drops of cum out of his cock, he pulled off the impromptu receptacle, balled it up, and tossed it into a pile with the others.

Cameron Singleton was making do. His boyfriend was away on a two-week business trip, leaving Cam to while away his erections on stories about big boys in boxers turning into babies in diapers. It was his thing. Peter, his squeeze, knew nothing of it... at 20 years old, Cam wasn’t steeled enough to tell Peter about his kink. But it didn’t matter. People wrote stories for him.

This orgasm was different, though. Before he had it, Cam was 22 years old. The change wasn’t easy to notice, so he didn’t.

What Cam did notice, as his Saturday progressed, was that he was getting horny again. It was the twelfth day of his boyfriend’s 14-day business trip. Cam was invigorated by his regained two years of youth, but he fancied himself a productive individual who didn’t just sit around and jerk off all day. Nevertheless, sunset found the young man seated in front of his computer screen, his cock in his hand, and pictures of guys his age wrapped up all comfy-cozy in diapers.

He’d never been into pictures before.

Nevertheless, when he clicked on one portraying a diapered twentysomething pouting and sucking his thumb, Cam blew another load into a fresh sock. This orgasm was stronger. Twenty contractions, easily, and more cum than the boy ever thought he could produce in eight hours. He twitched and squirmed and pushed his left thumb into his mouth, then sucked it as he rubbed out the last of his semen.

As soon as Cam’s afterglow began, he jerked his thumb out of his mouth in surprise. He’d played baby plenty of times before he’d met Peter, but this particular indulgence had been entirely involuntary. And it got worse when he looked in the mirror, viewing himself without the muscle mass he knew he had fought to accrue. Cam looked as he was when he was 17.

Biologically, he was.

Cam was freezing when he awoke on Sunday. Thumb in mouth. When he regained his senses, he realized with horror that he was sleeping in the enormous remnants of a full-blown bedwetting. His yellowed briefs clung closely to him, and Cam could only suck his thumb dumbly as he negotiated the size of the puddle he’d created in his bed. And the size of the hardon pressing against the wet fabric of his Hanes.

In seconds, the teenager was masturbating, forgoing the sock entirely and simply jamming his hand into his wet underwear. Eagerly he sucked his thumb as he squirmed around in his puddle, using the moderate slick of his urine as lube as he built himself up to orgasm. He came when it did. Twenty-five hard contractions, the first 15 of which delivered hot, sticky loads into the front of Cam’s soaked briefs. He spread his legs, curled his toes, and howled around his thumb as he shot the most cum he’d ever shot, periodically grabbing a quick thumb-suck as he felt the warm liquid drool over his other hand.

He cried out for Daddy, apropos of nothing. When it was over, a 13-year-old lay panting, helplessly, in a very wet bed, and in very oversized briefs.

By the time he looked in the mirror and weighed himself, Cam knew he was losing years with every orgasm. But, somehow, this didn’t bother him. In fact, it turned him on. Right there in the bathroom, after the shower that removed the cold piss from his body, he stood with a three-inch erection, wondering why this was happening, and wondering why he was so turned on, and wondering when he’d get another chance to jack it.

Cam felt hypnotized. The things that he was reading in the stories and seeing in the pictures were driving him almost dysfunctionally wild. His cock was hard when he went to the pharmacy. His cock was hard when he bought diapers. His cock was hard when he paid for his baby bottles and pacifiers and teddy bears.

The sight of a 13-year-old -- who had lived for 22 years -- diapering himself was almost comical. He was clumsy with it. Cam’s eyes fell shut and he cooed happily as he felt his butt nestle into the fabric of the crinkly garment. He tried to suck his left thumb and powder his crotch with his right hand, to varying degrees of success. And when he tried to pull the thick plastic over his erection and try to tape it together, all he could do was moan and squirm.

Cam wanted to jerk off, to fuck his diaper against something, but this inclination was quickly overcome by an obsessive desire to merely suck his pacifier. He slid its nipple between his lips and moaned. And his teddy, he needed his teddy. He clutched it and his cock twitched inside its infantile prison. He began to cry, theatrically, melodramatically-- and then he started cumming.

This was a big one. Cam squealed and thrashed about as he ejected 30 contractions worth of semen into the front of his new diaper. He spread his legs, he pounded the bed, he screamed as his balls emptied themselves into the soft fabric. He just felt like such a baby.

Such a baby.

When it was over, there was enough cum in Cam’s diaper to leak out of the legbands and streak his thighs. The boy could barely catch his breath as he became an 8-year-old in a ridiculously oversized diaper. He spit the nipple of the pacifier out of his mouth. He had bitten it off.

Cameron Singleton was in trouble. His boyfriend was coming home on the morrow -- and Peter would not be happy to see that his significant other had become an 8-year-old boy. Or the bill for all the baby supplies Cam so eagerly purchased.

Cam, inspired by necessity but blinded by horniness, started dashing around the house, hiding things. It was so much easier, he thought, when all he had to do was read stories and look at pictures and chat. Naked, having lost his diaper, he shoved pacifiers into desks, diapers into drawers, and his bottle very deep into the cabinet. Eventually he figured out that a rather diligent scissors-and-tape operation could turn his 13-year-old diapers into 8-year-old diapers. When all was said and done, everything was fairly well stowed away, and little Cam was securely diapered with his thumb in his mouth and his teddy bear in the crook of his arm.

A good thing, too. As he stood in his living room, clutching his bear and sucking his thumb, Cam realized that some parts of his body were regressing faster than others. He weakly closed his eyes and moaned in relief as he started pushing poop into the seat of his diaper. He was scared at first, at the loss of control, but as he sucked his thumb and kept pushing, he realized that it felt really, really good. All that warmth squishing against his butt. The complete resignation to being an overgrown baby. Everything he loved in every story he ever read, everything he loved in every picture he ever looked at.

Finally, Cameron Singleton discovered why babies smile so widely when they mess themselves.

High on the sensation of shitting himself, Cam soaked his diaper, barely emptying the entirety of his bladder before his peepee was hard again. He was a mess.

He fell to the ground of his living room. Everything squished around. The feeling of poop against his balls made Cam feel more babyish than ever. Sucking his thumb, he stroked what was left of his penis through the mess he’d created, and bulked up the front of his diaper with the biggest load of all.

One Week Later

Peter Mark never expected to have to take care of a two-year-old -- until gay adoption was legalized in their state, at least -- but he had no problem catching the gist of what had happened to the love of his life. A quick browse of the History, an examination of the socks, briefs, and diapers packed with cum laying about the house, a realization that nobody would believe any of it anyway... Peter was a father through no choice of his own, but he already loved the baby he had.

Peter leans down and blows a raspberry on Cam’s belly before taping his new diaper together. He’s got such a beautiful baby. Such a beautiful baby with such a tremendous libido.

The good boyfriend wants to help out with that, but he can’t, lest Cam vanish into the ether. Peter can’t imagine the pain of being constantly aroused without any chance of relief.

Neither can Cam. He’s found that cumming doesn’t put him back any further-- it just returns him to how old he was after the last regression: two years point zero.

He doesn’t mind. He loves his diapers and his pacifiers and his bottles and his teddy bears. He loves being rocked in his boyfriend’s arms. Cameron Singleton will make it a point to keep himself young and vital. Forever.

About This Story

I’ve taken a lot from this wonderful community, so I wanted to give something back; often I’m asked if I’m going to write another story. Always I say "probably not," because you don’t want to jump the shark. But obviously I can’t be trusted.

I’m interested in what you think.

Thanks for reading. -lt