The Return to Innocence

Chapter 11
Chapter 11 Rob Story

The Return to Innocence, Part 11, Rob’s Story

by BBoy

Wednesday came and Rob was now looking more like a 6 year old. His small body had become skinny, without most features that told a person he was beyond the first grade. Rob could hardly recognize himself except that he remembered all the old family pictures from this age.

His adult clothes had been out grown by Sunday forcing Michelle to run into town and get a few temporary sizes. Michelle was a little less na?ve than Rob and realized that the regression might not stop for a while. When Michelle went shopping for clothes she made sure to get a variety of sizes just to be on the safe side.

Even now those clothes Michelle purchased on Sunday were far too big for his size and Rob was constantly pulling up his pants. She decided another trip to the clothing store was in order however she figured that this trip would be better made without Rob around. He had protested during the last trip when Michelle brought sizes down to age 7, “I will never need anything that small.” Those words still reverberated in her head. “This time I won’t make the same mistake.” She mused to herself.

Michelle collected up her purse and car keys before stopping to talk with Rob. “Honey I won’t be gone long but I have to run into the local town and purchase some new clothes for you. There is no way you can go on using those oversized clothes. Besides I still have the receipt so they can probably be returned.” Rob nodded in agreement, “But what about Benny, we can’t leave him here alone?” Michelle giggled at his comment, sometimes Rob could be a little dense. “No honey I need you to stay behind and watch Benny. I realize there probably isn’t much you can do so I’ve put him in the playpen, you just need to watch over him.” Rob agreed with Michelle and watched as she marched out the door and to the van.

Rob was a little dejected, partially because he needed new clothes however he was mainly sad because he was no longer able to do the tasks afforded to people his age. The point was driven home when Michelle had stated that Ben was beyond his capability to care for.

Michelle returned a couple hours later carrying all sorts of bags, Rob assumed his wife had gone over board with her shopping trip as was her style. Michelle brought the bags into the cabin and placed them in the second bedroom where Benny was staying. Upon returning to the living room Michelle stopped and sniffed the air, “Someone smells poopy!”

Rob immediately felt threaten by the comment and blurted out, “Not me, I can use the toilet. I don’t need diapers! It’s Benny’s fault!”

Michelle grinned at her young husband’s immature response to the situation. Just to tease Rob, she walked over and kneeled down beside her husband. Before Rob knew what was happening Michelle held on to Rob’s shoulder with one hand and pulled on the back of Rob’s underwear with the other as if she was looking to see if there was a mess inside. She then put two fingers down the front to see if he had wet himself. Rob tried to move away in embarrassment however Michelle had a firm grip of his shoulder. “What are you doing?” he yelled. “I’m not a baby, I didn’t mess my diaper...I mean underwear! I told you it was Benny, go check his diapers”

“I’m just checking both my little guys, you never know when they might have an accident.” Michelle giggled as she made the comment. Treating Rob like a little kid was actually fun and poking at his insecurities was going to be the highlight of her day. “Okay then, you didn’t make the mess this time, now go run along and play while I take care of Benny.” Rob didn’t complain about the comment since he was relieved to get away from Michelle. Frankly he was a little scared Michelle might find something. His control had weakened over the past 48 hours and found it difficult to hold on for extended periods of time.

After Michelle had finished changing Benny she returned and led Rob by the hand into the bedroom. “Honey I bought some new clothes for you, why don’t you try some on that fit?” Michelle then dug into the bag and removed shirt and pants set, as Rob removed his clothes Michelle produce some new underwear for him to wear. As Michelle handed it to Rob he noticed right away there was something different about them, “You’re not going to make me wear training pants? I’m too old for that.” Michelle was waiting for that response, “Honey, you should wear these training pants. Your underwear is damp, so I think it’s time for these, unless you want the alternative.” With that statement Michelle removed a bag of Pull-ups to show Rob. This gave an instant reaction of horror from Rob, who immediately accepted the offer of training pants.

Although the underwear had no fly and a little more padding in the front they were otherwise the same. Rob started to wonder why he had complained in the first place, besides the cute picture on the front of Mickey Mouse made him smile.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Rob still had sporadic waves of nausea however they would pass. He would read for a while however the books seemed somewhat boring and would soon get distracted by one of Ben’s colourful toys or a bird sitting in the tree.

When 9pm arrived Michelle took Ben from his playpen and prepared him for bed. Rob sat on the couch fiddling with the DVD player controls, he tried to read scientific paper he’d brought with him but he had struggled to hold his attention especially since it was getting late and he was tired. 15 minutes later Michelle came back for Rob. “Honey, come on it’s bedtime.”

Rob looked up at Michelle with his big blue eyes looking mournful before he had even asked the question. “Am I sleeping with Benny tonight?”

Michelle was a little surprised, not expecting Rob to have known that the decision had already been made. “Yes hon. You are about the same age as Ben so I think it is wise to keep the same sleep schedule also. Having the two of you sleep in the same room makes sense.”

Rob had predicted that Michelle would ask to bunk them together either tonight or tomorrow. It was logical and Rob was too tired to object. He slid down off the couch and followed his wife into the bedroom.

As he was getting ready for bed Michelle opened the bag of Pull-ups and handed one to Rob. The little man seemed confused by the offer, “I thought we already discussed this and I don’t need diapers?” Rob said being a little confused. “No these are disposable training pants, not a diaper. You have been a little damp all day and I’m not going to clean up the sheets in the morning. It’s either these training pants or a spanking.” Michelle stated with a determined look on her face. Rob knew right away she meant business and did not want to start a fight, it would only end in Rob’s defeat. As he removed the cotton training pants he noticed they were in fact damp, no matter how hard Rob tried he seemed to constantly dribble.

Rob put on the new underwear but struggled to get it over his waist, Michelle put her hands on both sides and gave it a gentle tug and the training pants easily slid up over his hips. Rob took a step forward and cringed as the outer plastic covering crinkled between his legs. Rob was not pleased with the new clothing however there was little he could do about it at the present time. Tomorrow he would have to talk with Michelle about the training pants and have her stop this unnecessary practice.

When morning came he was woken up by his roommate’s squeals and smells. It was obvious that Benny had messed in his diaper. Rob could only roll his eyes and try to sleep however the noise and commotion was only going to get worse as Michelle entered the room. She quickly changed Ben, “Oh Benny, when are you going to be potty trained.” They had started two months ago however Ben’s success was sporadic. “I guess we can’t expect you to be dry over night but it will come with time.” She then picked Ben up, and laid him back in the crib, handed him a baby bottle of water and turned her attention to her newest child.

Pulling back the sheets she slid two fingers down Rob’s Pull-ups. Before Rob could object she smiled, “Honey it’s time to get you changed, your soaking wet.” Rob was stunned by the comment, it was one thing to be a little damp but to complete soak one’s underwear was far more embarrassing. She helped Rob out of bed and walked with him to the bathroom where she removed his wet Pull-ups and helped clean him up. Finally she put a clean pair of Pull-ups on Rob instead of the regular cotton training pants.

Michelle put a shirt on her husband and told him to go play. Rob ran from the bathroom stopping momentarily, he looked down and groaned and realised he was still wearing disposables. In the end it didn’t really matter and he quickly carried on his merry way to find a book to read.

As the day progressed Rob was getting a little concerned. His height had continued to drop and was now just taller than Benjamin. This could only mean he had slipped below 3 years old, if the regression didn’t stop soon he would become the one thing he loathed. A small stinky, smelly baby, that would need changing and constant assistance, unable to do anything for himself. Rob hated to change Benny so he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live in the stench.

That afternoon he was reminded of the tenuous hold he had on his bodily functions. Busy playing on Benny’s rocking horse he got excited and started laughing while bouncing up and down in the saddle pretending to be a cowboy. The sudden up and down motion had caused him to start peeing. Realizing immediately what he had done, he stood up, grabbed the plastic covering around his crotch and concentrated until the flow stopped. Then quickly he ran to the bathroom and sat on the potty chair. It took some time and effort to start peeing again. For some reason he had a hard time making himself pee. He had a hard time stopping it a minute ago and yesterday it would have been no problem to pee on-demand but now it took a real effort. Rob start there for ten minutes until the familiar sound of splashing could be heard in the potty.

Relieved that he had finished, Rob now had to hide the wet underwear. He could not put them back on because they were very wet and the wetness indicator had changed colour and Michelle would notice the difference and want to change him. What was worse she might think he was now beyond hope and needed to wear more protection than training pants provided. He didn’t want to be caught by Michelle walking to the bedroom naked, so he had to wear his mistake. Feeling slightly disgusted he put the cold and wet training pants back on and walk through the living room, past Michelle and into the bedroom. There he found a new disposable training pant under the changing table. Removing his used pair he pulled on the clean underwear, placed the used one in the garbage can. It was higher then he expected and had to reach up to put them in the can, when the wet pair hit the bottom it made a loud thud. Rob grimaced hoping no one heard. He waited a moment then quietly made his way from the bedroom and past his wife, without looking guilty.

“Honey, is everything okay? I heard you in the bathroom and bedroom.” Michelle inquired while reading a magazine.

Rob stopped dead in his tracks, afraid he had been discovered. “Yes. Of course everything is okay. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“No reason.” She said while hiding behind her magazine. She had guessed there might have been an accident but it really didn’t matter. Pressing the issue would have only caused undo humiliation.

The rest of the afternoon and early evening Rob was paranoid by the idea he might have another accident. Every 20 minutes he would rush to the potty just to make sure there were no problems. By early evening he was still in the same pair of training pants and proud of his success even if they were a little damp. Unfortunately the dam broke at dinner time. After finishing a meal of macaroni, which he mostly ate with his hands and a jar of yellow mush spoon fed to him, Rob was content to lay back on the floor and drink from his sippy cup. His mind relaxed as he drifted in memories of his childhood. Images of his first Mommy and how happy he was, how peaceful his early childhood had been flooded his mind and created an inner calm. Half way through the sippy cup his bladder exerted pressure, he opened his eyes, stood up and quickly made his way to the bathroom. When he arrived he found Benjamin happily sitting on the potty. Rob was stunned that he could not use it immediately. Moving over to the toilet he was going to scale the porcelain bowl when Michelle came in and stopped him. “Oh no, you are too small to be using the toilet. You might fall in which neither of us wants to happen. You can wait for Benny to finish.”

Rob looked up at Michelle with desperation on his face. “I have to go now! Can’t Benny wait for two minutes?”

“No. We are trying to train Benny and I don’t think it’s a good idea to stop him now.” Michelle reached up to a shelf above the potty and grabbed a disposable pull-up, handing it to Rob. “If you can’t wait, then just go.”

Rob did agree that training Benny to use the toilet was important. Both he and Michelle had been frustrated by their son’s progress and desperately wanted him to be successful soon. Rob had no option and he couldn’t wait much longer. Walking out of the bathroom he turned the corner, stopped and dropped his head in shame. He could feel the pee wash over the front of his training pants. Michelle knelt behind him putting a hand on his shoulder. “Its okay honey, this is not an accident. The potty was busy and you had no choice right now.” When he was done Michelle led him into the bedroom. She removed his wet training pants, gave him a cursory wipe while he stood there and helped him step into a fresh pull-up. By the time he was in a fresh pull-up, tears were trickling down his face as he tried valiantly to hold onto his composure as best he could. Finally he left for the living room where he could recover from the embarrassment in private.

That night, when bedtime came he made one last prayer that this whole nightmare would stop by morning. Michelle tucked him into the bed beside Benjamin’s crib as he quickly slipped into unconsciousness. “Tomorrow will be better than today” he repeated over and over in his head.

- to be continued.