College Boy/Toddler Boy - Springtime Adventures

Chapter 1
The Photoshoot

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Chapter Description: tevie enjoyed springtime at home, and then his old crush and her sister's best friend came along. Then, he was introduced that he would be their “model” for their spring photo project.

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It was springtime again, and it was exciting. Recovering from the flu made it even more exciting. The only thing I didn’t understand was the fact I felt excited for something he didn’t find exciting almost all my life. Probably because of all the brightly colored flowers that were blooming all over the place, and that mommy got flowers planted all over the house. I was fascinated by flowers, and I felt that I really love them after I changed to a toddler.

Wearing only a diaper and a t-shirt, Jimmy and I were playing in the backyard, in the sandbox. It was late afternoon, and it was perfect since the sun would be on the other side of the house. The days had been warmer and warmer, and I liked it that way. I enjoyed playing outside, and I wouldn’t even thinking of going outside except if I was wearing something warm. Even though it never snowed here, it was still pretty chilly. Right then, I can enjoy the warmth and beauty of springtime with my best little buddy.

Sitting on the lawn chair, mom was watching us. Well, technically she was since she was reading a book on her e-book reader. I looked at her on occasion, and she didn’t take notice. Mom was just there in case if anything happens (like if ever), and she was waiting to take me in her lap.

Jimmy was now exactly the same size as I was. He was speaking in complete sentences, and his mom was thinking of getting him to use the potty, though she said she would wait until summer. Until then, I would have a friend in diapers. Diapered or not, however, he started to act like a big boy. I was glad that was happening. Even though I loved to have a toddler friend (diapered and such) but I also loved to see him grow up. The thought of me staying as a baby and him growing up to be an older boy was weird at best.

Jimmy was over at my house because his mom was out of town picking up his older brother from boarding school. She was expected to arrive and get Jimmy back later that evening. I had been spending a whole a day with him, and he was a happy little boy. Even mom commented that he was a happy as a boy than I was, except that he was more physical. I could have sworn that half my bruises and injuries can be traced back to Jimmy’s doing. Hopefully, he would learn to control himself when he gets older. Nevertheless, he was still my friend, and I was safe from his doings when we played with toys.

“Yeah, they’re in the backyard,” I heard a voice said.

I quickly turned my head and saw Sandy walking around the corner—and there was another person behind her. It was a girl, too, about the same age as Sandy. They were walking towards us (how unsurprising) and mom noticed immediately.

“Hey, Sandy,” mom said, “You’re finally back,”

“Hey mom,” Sandy said, before shifting her attention to me, “Hey baby brother, hey Jimmy,”

“Hi, Sandy,” I said with enthusiasm.

“Hi, San-deee,” Jimmy said as a genuine toddler.

Sandy can only giggle, and so was her friend. I looked at her and she seemed familiar to me. My eyes were set to the DSLR camera around her neck. Then, my attention was turned back to Jimmy throwing some sand on my. I threw back and we giggled. We started a small sand fight until mommy asked me to stop.

“Oh my gosh, they’re so cute!” Sandy’s friend said, “I’m guessing the chubbier one is Stevie, and who’s the other boy?”

“Oh, he’s a kid from down the street and Stevie’s playmate,” mom said, “And I forgot your name. What was it again?”

“It’s Angie,” she said, “And we only met once before so it’s not surprising that you forgot my name,”

Angie! That was a familiar name. I knew her because we went to the same school together. She was a little older than my sister and was a grade higher (a senior, to be exact). And she had a crush on me. The feeling was mutual, too. She might be an average teenager, but she had a good enough figure and intelligence that match any smart student. She knew that I turned into a baby, and I didn’t know how she would react. I knew one thing, though; she absolutely adored children, especially toddlers.

“And you should remember me,” she said to me, kneeling down beside me, “We went to school together,”

“Umm, yeah,” I said, blushing, “How are you, Angie?”

She smiled broadly and pinched my cheek, “I’m great, thank you. And I think you’re really cute. I better take a picture of that adorable face,”

She took the DSLR into her hands and took a very candid closeup of me. The sound of the shutter was unmistakably familiar. By that time, I was used to people taking pictures of me, but I never had anyone (at least in my new toddler life) taking pictures of me with a high end camera up close before.

“Awww, I really wanna squeeze the person with that cutie face!” she said while reviewing the photo, “And he’s right here!”

I blushed again. Even though I had people complimenting me for being adorable, cute, and sweet for 60 times a day and got used to it, hearing that from my former crush made me feel embarrassed. I was ready just in case she would hug me and kiss me, but thankfully she didn’t. She was more interested in taking pictures of me and Jimmy playing, and I was mostly the subject of her photographs.

Sandy was there accompanying Angie. She just sat nearby watching the two toddler boys playing in the sandpit. I played with a toy dump truck while Jimmy was trying to figure out how to properly use the toy excavator. One thing about being a toddler that even the simplest things were fun. In fact, I enjoyed playing in the sand with a few toys as much I enjoyed playing video games. Then, Jimmy decided to be physical again, and tackled me and grabbed me with his fists. The girls simply watched.

“That is so adorable!” Angie commented.

“Oh yeah, it is,” Sandy said, “They always wrestle with each other, and Jimmy was always the one who started it. Let’s see who’s gonna win this,”

“Man, this is going into my scrapbook!” Angie said, then going for her camera again.

We tired ourselves out about ten minutes later, with Angie taking at least two dozen photos of us. Jimmy almost had my face bruised with his foot, and my tummy was sore from him pressing and poking it with his hands and fingers. And both of us needed a change soon enough as we were completely soaked. Jimmy was still trying to get me, and I was saved by the arrival of Jimmy’s mom who was there to take him home.

After a brief conversation, with Auntie Kim brought Jimmy home. Jimmy said his goodbyes to us and I enthusiastically said, “See you later!” I knew that he was eager to see me again, too. In fact, I was the only person of his (physical) age that he wanted to really play with, like he knew I was older than I looked. Nevertheless, I was looking forward for our next adventure together.

“Okay, Sandy,” Angie said, “Let’s tell him,”

“Alright,” Sandy said, “Let mom hear it, too,”

“Tell me about what?” I asked, turning my attention to them.

Then, mom came and wrapped her arms around me while giving me an affectionate kiss to the cheek before saying, “Yup, I wanna know, too,”

“Let’s go over there,” Sandy said, pointing at the lawn table and lawn chair.

Mom carried me and all of us went over to the chairs. They sat down, and I was put on my mom’s lap. Sandy and Angie sat opposite of us, and the appeared to be very enthusiastic.

“Okay, let’s hear it,” mom said.

“Let’s see,” Angie said, “We have a photo project to do, and it has to have a spring theme to it, like flowers and warm weather and such. It can be about anything, as long as it follows the theme. Sandy and I had been talking about it since school started again and we wanted to have Stevie in the project,”

I was surprised at the proposal, and mom suddenly snuggled me. “Oh, you want to take pictures of my Stevie!” she said, “That’s really awesome! You said a spring theme?”

“Yup,” Sandy said, “We can always start in our backyard, mom, there’s a lot of flowers here,”

“That would be so sweet!” mom said again, “Isn’t it, baby boy?”

Mom looked at me, excited. She really wanted to go through with it. In my mind, I thought about that and the result would be an instant “yes” in everybody’s mind. The girls’ enthusiasm and mom’s approval meant an abstract document will be signed. However, they didn’t get to hear my side of the story yet.

“Mommy, can I say something?” I said.

“Sure, honey,” mom said.

I looked at the girls across from me. Their faces seemed to be brightly lit in the shade. They were smiling and looked happy the whole time. I bet it was because of me sitting adorably on my mom’s lap.

“How many pictures will you take of me?” I asked.

Angie and Sandy looked at each other for a moment before Sandy said, “Well, a lot. Maybe close to a hundred or two hundred. We’re gonna pick the best photos and put them in a portfolio. Does that answer your question, big baby bro?”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said simply.

Angie giggled again, and once again commented on how adorable I was. I blushed by the way the patronized me. I got a good look at her, and noticed that she changed a bit over the course of a year; she had gotten more attractive and her figure looked to be more in shape. Honestly, I couldn’t get my eyes off her, but I had to remember that she was still underage. Well, maybe I can get away with it because nobody cares where a toddler stares at, anyway (unless of course it’s something too explicit, of course.)

“Alright, it settles it, then,” mom said, “Just tell me the time and place and I’ll have Stevie with you. If there is any criteria for clothing, just keep me apprised. Will you excuse me, I have to go give Stevie a change. He’s stinky!”

Pooping my diaper had already became a daily occurrence. I knew that I had to go but I never said a word. Instead, I just “go” and get done with it. Usually, there was no indication that I have “gone” except for an obvious smell and a bulge on my backside. I may not enjoy wearing poopy diapers, but I had to say the squishy mess only felt uncomfortable and disgusting after a half hour or so.

The tell tale sign was obvious, and Sandy whispered to Angie about that. Then, they started giggling about it. I was blushed with embarrassment, just like whenever I pooped and there was people watching me. Thankfully, mom got me inside the house almost immediately.

On the changing table, mom got me out of my poopy diaper and wiped me clean. After wiping, came the rash cream and baby oil. Mom managed to blow raspberries on my tummy and tickle me when I was naked from the waist down. Then, she gave me a loving, long kiss on my right cheek, calming me down when was finishing the diaper change. Mom and I had this kind of contact almost every changing session. I had to say, our bond only grew stronger.

“You know, it would be nice if they take pictures of you running around outside naked,” she said, teasing me when applying baby powder on my couch.

“Mommy!” I whined, and blushed with embarrassment.

“I’m just kidding, Stevie,” mom said, “But you are pretty adorable when your touche and wee-wee are showing!”

Once again, I blushed. Being young and cute again was something I dreamed off for years, but I never expected to get this much attention about my private parts. My manhood might have been reduced to something that belonged to a toddler boy, but I still embarrassed about openly showing it to the world (although I do like being naked sometimes). Then, my shame soon subsided when mom snugly fastened a fresh and clean diaper on me.

“Okay, all nice and clean,” mom said, “Let’s go get you a bottle,”

Even though I was completely capable of walking, and usually wanted to, I still welcomed mom carrying me. I liked it when I was held on mom’s side and held by her arm, even though it had been more than a decade since she carried me like this. Her endurance surprised me; she could hold me for hours and walking around without even being tired for someone her age. She got me downstairs and got me a bottle from the fridge. As I expected, it was mixed fruit juice, and was something she made herself. It was a combination of grapes, oranges, grapefruit, watermelon, mango, and other fruits. It was sweet and tasty. Finally, mom put me down on the floor.

“Now you go wander around for a bit while I go to the bathroom,” she said, “Oh, before I forget when I put him, I’ll give it back to you,”

She reached for the counter top at the corner of the kitchen and returned Harry back. With enthusiasm, I grabbed and hugged him like I missed him. Mom just smiled at me and gave me a stroke to the head before she went off. Now with Harry held in my left arm and with a bottle to suck down, I went out the sliding door and on the backyard.

Angie and Sandy were sitting on the lawn chairs and was having a good time talking. I bet they were gossiping and checking out text messages on their cellphones. I can hear them talking about school, boys, other girls, and other things one would expect from teenage girls. Like a curious toddler I embodied, I walked straight to them. Actually, there was a sudden urge to be with my sister for some reason.

“Oh, Stevie’s back,” Sandy said, “Hey, baby brother. Looks like you got a clean diaper on and a bottle,”

“And he got a stuffed animal, too!” Angie said, taking pictures of me.

The girls giggled as they watched me totting towards them. I smiled from the behind the teat of the bottle at them. When I got close enough, Sandy picked me up and put me in her lap. As usual, she gave me a very loving kiss on my head.

“Isn’t he the sweetest thing you ever seen?” Sandy said.

“Yeah,” Angie said, “He reminded me of my baby cousin. Hold still, let me take a picture of you guys. Smile!”

A flash and a click of the shutter later, Sandy and I were converted into digital information. Angie reviewed the picture and she liked it. She said I looked really cute in the picture, and then commented, “I knew he would be so sweet in the picture. Can I carry him now?”

“Sure,” Angie said, handing me off to Angie.

Holding me by my armpits, I was laid onto Angie’s lap. I was laid across with my bottom on her right thigh and my thighs on her left. She was holding me tightly by my side. Awkwardly, I found my head resting on her breast. It didn’t matter if it was my mom’s, but she was a pretty girl I used to like so it felt a little embarrassing. I continued to suck down the juice in my baby bottle while holding on to Harry.

“I can’t believe someone who graduated from high school to be this cute when he’s this little!” Angie said, “I wonder if you compared his old baby pictures from when he was little to him right now,”

“No, I haven’t paid much attention,” Sandy said, “But my mom said he looked just as cute now like he was this little,”

There it was again; a discussion on how cute I was. Everybody who knew me always talked to my mom mostly about how I looked compare to when I was little, and of course to when I was a college-attending 19 year old. They weren’t many of such discussions and I was glad, too. It may be my dream to be this cute, but overexposure wasn’t for me.

Angie couldn’t help it but keep looking down at me. She smiled and I smiled back from behind the bottle. Then, she snuggled me and I giggled. She continued to talk to my sister as she left me with the bottle on her lap. I decided to stop drinking for a moment so I removed the bottle from my mouth, and in a moment of clumsiness I accidentally dropped my bottle onto the grass. I whimpered as I tried to reach for it with futility. Angie noticed that and put me down on the grass as she picked up the bottle.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” Angie said as she handed me the bottle when she was kneeling.

“Thank you!” I said, smiling to her.

“Isn’t that a good little boy!” Angie said, pinching my cheek.

Angie picked me up again and put me on her lap. She had my back against her and she was bouncing me. I giggled, and I inexplicably peed into my diaper. Well, they didn’t notice that but it was weird time for me to pee, though. Then, she started to tickle. I giggled again, and this time it was a little louder. She gave me a big kiss and I was begging her to stop. In a few seconds, she did, and then she was holding me by the chest tightly.

“Aww, he’s really cute! And he’s so babyish, too. I don’t think I can tell the difference between him and a real baby,” Angie said, “He is adorable!”

I giggled as Angie started to prod and tickle my tummy. I felt her fingers to be really soft, and appeared to be clean. I didn’t know why, but I suddenly hugged her. Once again, I rested my head on her breast. She patted my back in return.

“Oh, he is,” Sandy said, “But you haven’t seen him without that shirt and diaper on,”

“Oh, I hope I will someday,” Angie said, “Maybe give him a bath, or at least change him,”

Both girls giggled. I blushed again. The thought of being naked in front of them was something I tried to get out of my mind. It was simply too embarrassing. Yes, I had nakie time, but that was because I wanted to have fun and that was behind close doors and family. They kept talking about how cute my little thing was. Thankfully, mom came just in time.

“What are you girls all giggling about?” mom asked.

“Oh nothing, just talking about things, you know,” Sandy said, still giggling.

They eventually calm down from the giggling as mom took a seat. I was still sitting on Angie’s lap and she was sort of fondling me. She was sort of softly tickling me by my sides and my tummy, and then she played with my feet and my toes. I let out a laugh when she started fiddling with my little toes.

“I saw you two getting along,” mom said.

“Yeah,” Angie said, “He’s so much like a baby! Can’t believe this is, or was, Sandy’s big brother,”

“I know,” mom said, “But to tell you a little secret, this is what he actually wanted. Can you imagine some people wanted to be babies again?”

Oh boy, she started talking about how I wanted to be a baby again. For a lot of people, thoughts of regression and fantasies of being a baby again is kind of unheard of. For some people, they don’t tolerate that, but many others are apathetic.

“Oh, I can,” Angie said, “It’s obvious that this little guy got what he wanted, isn’t it?”

I blushed again as she pinched my cheek. She did a little rougher this time and it hurt me. However, I just sat there, smiling.

“Okay, so when will we start this thing, and where?” mom asked.

Angie and Sandy looked at each other before Sandy said, “Can we do it this Saturday, and here?”

“Oh, you wanna do it in our garden?” mom said, smiling, “Isn’t that wonderful?”

Yes, the garden was filled with flowers and other plants due to mom’s aforementioned gardening project and dad’s renovating project. Our backyard was absolutely beautiful. All around were flowering plants of many different kinds. The grass was so green and trimmed, and I had fun in this exact same backyard when I was growing up. I remembered my sister loved to play here, too. At the wall of the house was the water faucet, and the garden hose and sprinkler system was attached there.

Saturday came by really fast, and I wasn’t really enthusiastic about this whole photoshoot compared to almost everyone else. However, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited about it at all. A chance to have my pictures taken in the most adorable setting couldn’t escape me. Also, it was a chance to see Angie again. Truth be told, I really like her, even after I turned into a toddler. I wondered if she was “taken,” though?

It was 8 AM, and I was supposed to wake up early. Mom put me in bed straight after bath, making me miss prime-time TV the night before (not that it really mattered). I was still groggy and dozy when I was lifted out of bed but I quickly became fully awake when mom put me on the changing table to undress me. I was a little thirsty, and mom usually gave me a bottle to drink when I wake up.

“Oh, I see that you’re awake now!” mom said, “Let’s get you nice and clean, okay?”

I was hoisted to mom’s side and was carried to the bathroom right away. Mom already ran water in the tub so I was put in there as soon as we entered. It was pretty refreshing and relaxing. As usual, mom cleaned me from top to bottom as I played with some water toys.

Unexpectedly, Sandy and Angie was at the bathroom door, taking a peek inside. They caught my attention and I looked at the door. And that moment happened to be when mom was cleaning my private parts. Mom’s attention was shifted as well.

“Oh, hi Angie!” mom said, “You’re a bit early,”

“Yeah, I know,” Angie said, “At least Stevie’s already up, and being given a bath,”

Angie looked straight to me. I just stood there when mom kept washing me. I was still standing up and was facing at the door. I suddenly blushed and felt embarrassed when the girls started to giggle.

“See, I told you he’s really sweet with nothing on,” Sandy said.

“Aww, he is,” Angie said.

I was thinking of covering my pee pee with my hands but it was pointless since they had been seeing it for over a minute now (not to mention the fact that they’ve already taken pictures of me). My embarrassment soon dwindled when mom rinsed me with clean water. She poured water over my head and over my body to wash off the baby bath and shampoo. I was then lifted out of the water and was dried with a towel when standing on the floor. Angie and Sandy were gone, and I was glad.

I was diapered and put in a tank top before being brought downstairs for breakfast. Mom made pancakes that day, and I was elated. Of course, I always expressed my delight by squealing and laughed like a real toddler. I was put in my chair and was served with the already cut up pancakes with butter spread and syrup poured. Using a plastic fork, I ate each bite sized pieces hungrily. The whole time the girls were watching me but there was nothing to be ashamed of.

When I was done, mom gave me my sippy cut of juice and drank it down. I watched and listened to the girls commenting about me again, this time how I looked so precious drinking down my sippy cup. Then, I got distracted from the sweet and slightly sour taste of orange juice. At least that got my mind off the girls’ prattling about me.

“Okay, I think we’re ready to do it,” mom said, “Stevie’s already finish his breakfast, so what’s next?”

“Well, he needs to wear something nice,” Angie said, looking at me, and then to my sister, “Get the bag. We just got something that’s perfect!”

“I think my big baby brother’s gonna be adorable in this,” Sandy said, pulling out a shirt and a pair of shorts.

I watched attentively and curiously at the clothes. The shirt was of a Hawaiian-esque design with flowers all over the pattern. The shorts looked pretty ordinary, but it seemed to be nice a pair of summer shorts with really breathable material, and looked soft, too, at least from the way that my sister held it. The bag appeared to be from a children’s clothing store downtown with its own line of adorable clothes for little kiddies.

I was taken out of my high chair and had my tank top taken off, leaving me to stand there with only a diaper on. Sandy helped Angie to get me in the shirt. My arms were passed through one by one and then it was buttoned up nicely. Then came the shorts, which fit perfectly without binding it. It was cool and comfortable too. I can only smile and looked up at everybody, and Angie took a nice picture of me all dressed up.

Next came the real photoshoot. My mom said I had a pair of sandals which just fit the occasion. It was a sandal that my parents bought for me only a month before at a sale. It was blue in color and, of course, cute. It was comfortable too. Now, I was ready to do what they wanted me to do. And I was ready to show off my cute little self that I always wanted to be.

“Okay, Stevie, pretend that you’re hiding,” Angie said.

I positioned myself behind the bush, obscuring most of myself and leaving only a part of my face to be seen. I smiled and grinned as the shutter was rolling. After that was done, it was already the 200th photo taken that morning. We literally walked all over the yard finding the best spot for me to do different acts which would fulfill the goals of their photo project. And the quality of the photos taken just showed how good a photographer Angie was. Well, granted that she had been into photography since we were just kids.

“Okay, I think we’re done with the flowers, the plants, and everything spring and joys of spring,” Angie said.

“Yeah, but we didn’t take any of the fun of it, though,” Sandy said, “I mean, it is getting warm out here,”

Suddenly, I had an idea. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time, but I thought it wasn’t such a good idea until the weather’s pretty warm. The springtime that year was a little warmer than the last at 80 degrees in the sun, so there should be a way to cool off—the fun way.

“Water gun!” I exclaimed.

“Hey, that’s a great idea!” Sandy said, “Why don’t we take pictures of little Stevie here with a water gun while everyone trying to spray him!”

“Oh, that sounds fun,” Angie said, “I’ve been thinking about it, too. I always wanted to have a water gun fight with a little toddler,”

“That would be so adorable!” mom said, “But if you’re gonna spray him and if he’s spraying back, who’s gonna take pictures of him doing it?”

“I’ll take pictures this time,” Sandy said, “The thing is, I don’t wanna get wet today, not by my brother, at least,”

Everybody chuckled and we all agreed to have a water gun fight for the project and for fun in general. Mom broke out the super soakers and was ready to play with mine with my name on it. Angie and mom got the same ones while I had the biggest one. I think the gun that I had was bigger than my head, but I was able to use it just fine. I was able to pump the gun myself too. Then again, 2 and a half year olds are much stronger than people thought.

While mom was filling them with water, I took the liberty of getting out of my clothes to only my diaper by myself. I even took off my sandals for this game. Sandy also took the liberty of taking pictures of me while I was getting my clothes off, commenting that it was an adorable sight. I was ready to play with only my Pampers on, and mom and Angie had to deal with wet clothes when I’m done with them!

“Alright, is everyone ready?” mom said.

“Me ready!” I said, and then started to soak the nearest player with my water gun before running off to take cover.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Angie said, “Come here you little rascal!”

I laughed when I was chased around the yard with jets water barely hitting me. As I found cover behind some bushes, I planned my counterattack. As I saw my target, this time mom, I ran out and sprayed at her and squarely hitting her in the chest, soaking up her shirt. But then, Angie was waiting for me and pretty much sprayed me in the face, filling my vision with water. I tried to spray her back and I was somewhat successful.

We played for another 20 minutes and everyone other than me was starting to run out of ammunition. Since my water gun was bigger, it can hold more water, therefore I still had superior firepower. I continued my “attacks” and it drove them to desperation, but they refused to capitulate. I might be soaking wet, but I still had the guts to take them on. My diaper bulged with water and my own urine, of course.

I thought I was going to be victorious, until mom did something I didn’t thought about that time. She brought out the garden hose, and turned it on full. She pretty much hosed me down like I was on fire. I tried to charge but the water pressure proved to be too great. I fell on the ground, giggling, while trying to defend myself against the carnage. Then, she stopped hosing me for a while.

“You still don’t wanna surrender?” mom asked.

“No!” I said, still on the ground and tried to get on my feet.

Then, she turned on the hose again. I couldn’t take it anymore and I knew I lost. I was the wettest little boy in the neighborhood at that point. I tried to run away but mom wouldn’t let me go far without hosing me down.

“Okay, you win!” I exclaimed, “Stop it!”

Finally, she turned the hose off, and no more water was coming towards me. My mom and girls just giggled at the sight of me giggling on the ground with water dripping all over. My diaper was pretty much soaked and was sagging down my butt and hips. Any more would get my diaper plopping on the ground.

“How many pictures did you take?” Angie asked Sandy.

“A lot! Just look at them!” Sandy said, showing my mom and Angie the camera.

Of course, I wanted to see, too, but my stature prevented me from doing that. Everybody laughed and sighed at the pictures, and they knew it was perfect for their little project. Then, I was shown a picture of me standing up with a soaked diaper and water dripping down on me. I giggled at the picture as I noticed how cute I was. I loved seeing myself being cute. After all, that was what I wanted for a long time.

“Okay, Stevie,” mom said, “Time to get you dried, changed, and dressed. Angie, you better out of those wet clothes, too,”

Mom carried me into the house and changed my obviously wet diaper. My diaper was poopy, too, as I went during all the fun and excitement we just had. I was cleaned up and then dried. Mom put me in a fresh and clean diaper with a t-shirt over it.

“Did you have fun today, Stevie?” mom asked.

I gave a firm nod and smiled at her. She smiled back, and then carried me off the table, but not before getting Harry for me to hold and snuggle. She set me down on the floor in my room while she went to change her own wet clothes. Since I only had a few toys in my room, I decided to go to the study room where mom kept a few toys of mine for me to play with while she was on the computer and wanted to keep an eye on me. I remembered there were toy dinosaurs in there so I wanted to play with those

On the way, I noticed that my sister’s door was open, and Angie was there. One thing I immediately noticed was the fact that she was just—in her underwear. At that point I noticed that she was hot; very attractive with an angelic figure that few women can ever have. Then, my eyes were fixated at her—backside. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

I was frozen there, and she turned a bit and I saw a part of her breast under her bra. It was something I really couldn’t resist keeping my eye on it. I mean, her bra could only keep part of it! Suddenly, I felt something below my tummy, like something was growing. In fact, it was a feeling I felt on my crotch, and there was definitely something getting bigger under my diaper!

Oh my gosh, I couldn’t, I thought. Then, Angie turned around as she was tying her hair to a ponytail and I ran before she could see me. I went into the study and sat near the bookshelf, out of sight. The feeling I had was pretty strong, but I didn’t really remember what that feeling was at that point. I was panting like I was catching my breath after I sprinted or when I was nervous. I put my hand in front of my diaper and noticed there was something—hard—underneath. Then, I remembered what that feeling was.

“Okay, here goes nothing,” I whispered to myself.

I slipped my hand into my diaper and found my pee-pee. It was like a pole at that point, and I realized that I had a massive erection (well, relative to the actual size, of course). Without further a due, I touched it and started to rub it. In my head, I was thinking about her like how I saw her, and then I imagined her being naked, and then I proceeded to think about more gratifying things. It only took a few minutes for me to reach an orgasm, which was something really satisfying that I enjoyed no matter if I was a toddler or an adult, except that whole session was something like I would do as an adult.

As I came down from my high, I realized what I’ve just done. Even though nobody was there, I started to cry in embarrassment. I couldn’t believed I just indulged in self stimulation while engaging in sexual fantasy. Not to mention the fact that I shouldn’t be even thinking about sex. I was a toddler, for goodness sake! I kept crying and sobbing near the bookshelf, and it was a matter of time when mom showed up. I decided to tell her everything, because I didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Stevie, why are you crying?” mom asked, putting me on her lap as she sat down, “Did you hurt yourself?”

I shook my head as I continued to cry.

“Are you hungry, thirsty?”

I shook my head again and moved closer to her.

“Then, what’s wrong, honey?” mom said, “I know you can tell me,”

I sobbed for a few more moments before I can say, “I...saw...Angie, and she was just...in...her...underwear,”

“Oh,” mom said, surprised, “I don’t really understand,”

“She...was...really...pretty, and I couldn’t...I couldn’t stop staring at her,” I said, still sobbing, “Then...I...came here...because...I had to...I had to...play with my pee pee!”

I continued to sob after I said that last part, and mom was silent. I think she was thinking about what I said. She didn’t seem to be surprised as I thought she would be. Suddenly, I felt that I was peeing into my diaper, and I remembered briefly about what I did a few minutes before. Surprisingly, I didn’t really react to that.

“It’s okay, Stevie,” mom said, “Don’t cry. I know that you still are still an adult, somewhere, so I figured you would still have those feelings. From what you told me, you became horny when you saw Angie in just her underwear, didn’t you?”

I reluctantly nodded. I didn’t expect mom to use such a direct word to described how I felt.

“You know, there’s nothing wrong with having those feelings,” mom said, “And you did the right thing by letting it out instead of just keeping it inside. At least you are just my sweet and innocent little boy right now instead of someone who feels ’naughty.’ My Stevie doesn’t like really like it when he feels naughty, doesn’t he?”

She started to tickle me and I giggled. Her words comforted and convinced me enough. But I wasn’t sure of only one thing.

“But what if I feel naughty again when she’s around?” I said.

“I think she’ll understand,” mom said, smiling.

We decided to go out for lunch that day. My dad was away on business so I was stuck with my mom, my sister, and apparently someone I really liked. In the car, I sat in the car seat in the back with Angie right beside me. Mom was driving and Sandy was sitting in front passenger seat. It was kind of enjoyable to interact with everybody in the car. Angie and I even had the opportunity to catch up on a few things. Of course, I didn’t tell her about my feelings for her. Surprisingly, it was a little too easy to keep myself in clear conscience.

After a 15 minute drive, we stopped over at the fast food restaurant that I always went since I was a kid. Immediately, I thought about playing in the indoor playground after I have my meal. I was hoisted out of my car seat and I was walked into the place by my sister. Angie commented on how adorable that looked and took a picture.

Mom decided to line up and order while we get a spot to sit down. An employee kindly provided us with a high chair for me to sit in, though the high chair was for kids a little younger than I physically was. Well, it was good enough, and good enough for me to stay put. I was pretty restless and really wanna go and play, but Sandy said that I should eat first.

After a few minutes, mom came with a tray of food. I got a kiddie meal of a small burger, some fries, and juice. I was somewhat envious seeing the others sipping on their Cokes and their Sprites, or even their larger portion of burgers or fries. The things I miss from my previous life! At least I got a toy to play with, though.

“Can I go play now?” I said after finishing my meal.

“Sure,” mom said, “Any of you girls wanna take him there?”

“I’ll do it,” Angie said.

She lifted me by the shoulder and set my feet down on the ground. I ran towards the playground and Angie was right behind me. Immediately, I got on the ladder and climbed up to the slide. I slid down the slide happily. As I reached the bottom, I saw Angie giggling at me.

“Oh, you’re such a silly little boy,” Angie said, and then took a picture of me.

From all the kids there, I was the only toddler who wasn’t wearing any pants over his diaper. That made my need for a change obvious. I noticed that my Huggies was yellowed with pee and was pretty much filled. The bulge didn’t really bother me and I continued to play. In fact, I didn’t care and I wanted to stay in my wet diaper for as long as possible, even if I pooped in it. However, if I poop, I would immediately be changed.

“I think Stevie needs a change,” Sandy said, “Look at how big his diaper now. I think he pooped, too,”

“Aww, he looks adorable in that,” Angie said, taking another picture of me, “Can I change him this time?”

“Why not?” Sandy said.

I stopped in my tracks for a second after overhearing all that. I couldn’t believe that Angie wanted to change me! I suddenly felt embarrassed at the thought of being changed by her as I remembered the naughty thing I did after seeing her in her underwear. I was called by my sister to come towards them. I obliged and climbed down to the benches where they were sitting. I stood in front of them and looked up at them.

“Gotcha!” Angie said, grabbing me.

I giggled at contact and was still laughing when she brought me to the bathroom. She set me down on the changing table and got out the diapering supplies; baby wipes, baby oil, rash cream, baby powder, and, of course, a fresh diaper. I felt embarrassed again, and I blushed at the sight of Angie’s smiling face as she was removing my diaper.

“We got ourselves a stinky little boy here!” Angie said.

Indeed, I made a massive poop. I just laughed when I saw her disgusted face. She started to wipe me clean. After that was done, she put some baby oil and cream on me, and put the fresh diaper underneath my butt. Suddenly, something unthinkable happened—I got hard again.

I felt really ashamed for myself. It was bad enough that I felt that way without her knowing, but having that feeling right in front of her was mortifying. I moved my legs together to conceal my little stick, but it was pointless. Besides, Angie would soon fasten my diaper, so I wouldn’t worry about that.

“I see that little Stevie’s wee-wee is standing up,” Angie said, “Did you like it when big Angie change him?”

Oh gosh no! She didn’t do it immediately. In fact, she admiring it! I wanted to cry because I was so embarrassed. Then, she started to touch it. I felt calm all of a sudden.

“There, there, don’t cry,” Angie said, “I know you get horny sometimes. You ARE an adult, you know, somewhere still inside. And I heard that you really like me. You think I didn’t know you were staring at me while I was in my panties and bra? Your mom even told me that you became ’naughty’ after that. And I think you’re getting naughty right here, too, might as well take care of it!”

Finally, after all was done, she finally fastened my diaper. She was right. Taking care of that little need was worth it. I felt like a little boy again, free from grown ups’ feeling of that need. Angie played with me for a bit before carrying me out of the bathroom. I was giggling and smiling, and I knew it was a start of a new relationship for the two of us.

As I was carried to the car, I fell asleep in Angie’s arms. I didn’t mind that I rested my head on her breast anymore. I realized it was just natural to get turned on by someone so attractive. I didn’t have to worry anymore about feeling that way around someone I liked anymore. Maybe it was fate which brought us together again.

And speaking of their little photo project, they gotten the highest marks for creativity and overall quality. Not to mention the fact that their teacher complemented how cute I was. She didn’t know I used to be a 19-year-old, though.

 

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