College or Cribs

Chapter 9
Wubby

Chapter Description: There is something about that bear.

College or Cribs: Chapter 9- Wubby

Chris blinked blankly at his computer screen; checking and double checking the date. There were no doubts about it; somewhere down the line, Chris had lost a day. What? The? Hell?

How could he explain this phenomenon? Yesterday he could have sworn that he was being carried around in diapers on his step-mother’s hip, sitting in high chairs, sleeping in a crib, being breast and bottle fed, and not one damn person understanding a word he was saying for good or ill.

Was it magic? Nah. Drugs? Possibly, but Chris didn’t remember doing anything illicit- as a general rule he didn’t do drugs for fear that it would loosen his tongue too much and he’d end up confessing his fetish to people who didn’t need to know about his fetish, (aka anyone who knew his real name and that he had to interact with by looking them in the eye or speaking directly to them.) Drugs was also probably out of the mix because as far as everyone else seemed to be concerned, Chris behaved normally and unremarkably yesterday. Tweekers and people rolling on acid tended to draw attention to themselves.

Psychotic break or fugue state? That made more sense than most theories. Maybe his paranoia about getting caught had merged with his subconscious desires to the point where he more or less sleep walked (slept walked? Whatever the past tense of “sleep walk” was) through the day. Maybe his body went through the regular everyday motions, while his mind concocted weird and elaborate stories based around his desires. Kind of like in “I Am the Cheese”, or “Fight Club”. A plausible enough explanation, but it just didn’t feel right to Chris. It didn’t taste like the truth. But then what had made his FAP Fantasy (FAPtasy, heh), come true?

The hairs on the back of Chris’s neck stood up. He got the rather ominous feeling that he was being watched. He swiveled around on his chair, eyes searching the room. Nothing. The only thing in sight was his old Teddy Bear, Wubby, sitting upright on his neatly made bed. Wubby’s ruby and sapphire eyes twinkled briefly as Chris studied his old childhood keepsake.

“Wait a minute,” Chris thought out loud. “I don’t make my bed.” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I don’t make my bed at all.” Chris opened his door and stuck his head out of the window.

“Roxanne?” Chris called out.

“Yeah?” His step-mother called back from down stairs.

“Did you make my bed?” Chris asked, trying to piece together the puzzle.

“Ha!” Roxanne called back.

“Just checking,” Chris shook his head, before closing the door to his bedroom. He did a double take when he realized that Wubby was looking at him. He could have sworn that Wubby was facing his computer, not the door. Chris shook his head, as if to clear the cobwebs out. “Wait a minute…”

Chris ran down the stairs, a realization popping into his head. Bri was still sitting on the couch, doodling sketches from her art book. Dad was still watching ESPN in his favorite easy chair.

“BRI!” Chris practically shouted now that the realization had dawned on him. Bri looked up from her art book.

“Hrn…WHAAAAT!” His youngest sister growled back in one of her funny voices. Dr. Cole shot them both a warning look. Game time was not to be interrupted by his children screaming for no reason.

“You got that book from the Library yesterday, right?” Chris asked. Briana’s eyes searched Chris, as if looking for some kind of joke or trick in the question. When she could find none, she merely grunted and nodded her head questioningly.

“AND DAD!” Chris burst out, then shrank in his skin a little as Dr. Cole turned an unsmiling and not amused expression towards him. “we had leftover chicken yesterday for lunch…?” Chris choked back and stage whispered. Chris’s father mirrored his sister’s earlier expression of confused confirmation.

“Yes…wh-” was all Dr. Cole had managed to get out before Chris animatedly dashed out of the living room toward Samantha’s bedroom. Chris ran to Sammy’s room and hurriedly turned the knob to open it. Samantha was always had the better memory for little details out of his two siblings. The knob clicked in place as Chris unsuccessfully tried to open the door. Locked.

“Just a second!” Sammy called from behind her door. The door opened a crack and Samantha poked her head out. “What’s up?” she asked, looking slightly preoccupied and emitting a vibe that screamed “PLEASE DON’T COME IN AND JUST GO AWAY!” Sisters…go figure.

“HeySammyquickquestiondidIcomewithyouguystothelibrary?!” Chris blurted out. Sammy paused for a second and shook her head as she decoded Chris’s hyper-speech.

“Uh…nooooo.” Sammy said. “Why?”

“Not important,” Chris said catching his breath and slowing his heart down.

“Just a few more questions and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Kay kay, but make it quick, commercials are almost over,” Sammy replied regaining some of her composure and opening the door a little bit. Out from behind the door, Chris could see Sammy’s bed sheets in a rumpled pile on the floor, the little TV in her bedroom was on Nickelodeon, (judging by the screen shots of iCarly), and in general the room was a mess. Roxanne would not be happy if she saw this.

“Did your mom run into some grown up friend of hers at the library?” Chris asked, nervously biting his lip.

“Uh, yeah?” Sammy answered.

“And did the lady have a little girl with her, like a pre-schooler?” Chris pressed.

“Uh-huh…?” Sammy looked at her big brother quizzically.

“And I’m betting your mom stopped to talk with her, said she’d meet up with you in the kid’s section-”

“-Young-” Sammy interrupted

“- Young Adult section, my bad,” Chris finished the thought. “And she corrected herself before you had the time to tell her?” Sammy looked at Chris in confused and shocked silence. “And Bri found you with her art book while you were reading a warrior cat book?”

“How did-?” was all Samantha was able to sputter out before Chris, his mind racing, sprinted out back toward his bedroom. Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Something HAD happened. No way Chris could have imagined that or made that up. Chris had experienced the previous day infantilized-literally-but now that his world was back to normal, everything was as it would have been had he been his normal age. Which is why he knew about the library trip but no one else remembered him being there. Because normally Chris would be out enjoying his freedom, but Roxanne wouldn’t have left a baby alone at the house. But regardless, Roxanne would have likely run into her old friend with the little girl, Sammy would be found sitting while reading her cat book, and Bri would still plop down with the art book she found! BUT HOW?! HOW HAD ALL THIS OCCURRED? (As smart as he was, Chris never was particularly good at taking hints.)

“Chris...?” Dr. Cole called out to his son as Chris sprinted for his room. Chris came to a skidding halt at his father’s voice. “I know Roxanne cleaned out the attic, but would you mind not leaving this old baby crap around the house? Sentimental value only goes so far.” Chris’s dad pointed to the love seat where a stuffed bear with twinkling beads for eyes sat conspicuously. “It’s bad enough when the girls do it with their stuffed animals.” Chris’s dad didn’t need to finish that thought, not that he had the chance.

Chris sprinted out of the room and raced up the stairs. He raced into his room, slammed the door and pressed his back against it panting heavily. Sitting there on his perfectly made bed, waiting for him, staring at him, was Wubby. Chris shoved his fist into his mouth to muffle the panicked scream that escaped his throat.

Chris grabbed the comforter on top of his bed and yanked it with all of his might, sending the sheets tumbling to the floor. Like a classic magician’s trick though, Wubby stayed put even as the sheets were pulled out from under him; arms open waiting for Chris to hug him, his mismatched eyes twinkling. Freaked out, yet determined, Chris picked up the bear with both hands and marched to his bedroom window. Arms outstretched like he was holding a bomb, he opened the window and chucked Wubby out of the second story window, watched the bear bounce off the first story roof, down onto the lawn, roll out into the street and then be run over by a car.

Chris shut the window, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned around. There was Wubby, sitting in perfectly pristine condition, red and blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Chris suddenly had a very good feeling of what it was like to be the bad guy in a Droopy cartoon; you know, the ones where no matter how far away the villain ran, there was Droopy right behind him? Yeah…it wasn’t so funny when it was happening to you.

Chris threw himself to the floor in a heap, curling into the fetal position. He was hyperventilating before he knew it. “Magicisrealmagicisrealmagicisrealmagicisreal…” he kept whispering to himself.

“Chris?” called Roxanne through the door. “Are you alright?” Chris swallowed hard and clutched the stuffed bear to his chest. It gave him enough control to breathe normally.

“Yeah,” Chris yelled back. “I’m okay. Everything’s perfectly alright now, we’re fine, we’re all fine…here…now, thank you. How are you?”

“Okay…just checking,” Roxanne called back, the sound of doubt obvious in

her voice.

Chris waited till he heard her go down the stairs. He looked down at Wubby, suddenly in his arms and looked him in the face. “That was a close one,” he whispered conspiratorially to his childhood toy. Then the reality of the situation hit him.

“GAH!” Chris yelped as he flung his toy bear back on to the bed. HOW THE FUCK HAD THAT GOTTEN THERE?! This was just too much for the young man. “My stupid stuffed animal is magic and it turned me into a giant baby yesterday!” Chris whispered on the verge of hysterics. Then the thoughts began to process into a different direction. “My stupid stuffed animal is magic and it turned me into a giant baby yesterday.” this time with dawning realization. “MY stupid stuffed animal is MAGIC and it turned ME into a GIANT BABY yesterday!” Chris went over to the bed and picked Wubby up and spun in a circle with him in his arms.

He smiled a big idiot’s smile as he kissed Wubby on his button nose, the glittering gem eyes winking back at him whimsically. This wasn’t a bad thing. This was a gift. He had steeled himself for an entire summer off the grid from his fetish. He had committed himself to a 3 month long purge of all of his adult baby stuff and relegated that side of himself into the super-do not read file of his brain. But instead, he’d been given this incredible gift. Instead of a purging of his adult baby self, he could potentially have a 3 month long ultimate binge. And the best part is, no one would ever know. They’d all just remember him doing his regular normal stuff.

“Wubby, I am SO sorry about throwing you out of the crib last night,” Chris said, tears of happiness streaming down his cheeks. “If I had connected the dots faster, I’d have cuddled with you all night, little buddy!” Chris started giggling maniacally, just imagining the possibilities, the wonderful, wonderful, guilt free, consequence free possibilities.

He could breast feed, he could be diapered 24/7 for days or weeks on

end, he could play dumb baby games, tease and annoy his little (check that…make that big) sisters with his girlfriend babysitting him, and in general have no responsibilities whatsoever. Best of all, he thought he figured out the pattern. Every time he fell asleep with Wubby, he woke up as a baby, naptime included, but as soon as he had rejected the bear, play time was over. That meant that if he ever got tired of eating mush or being unable to drive, all he had to do was separate himself from his baby toy and the adult world would come rushing back and fill in the blanks for him. KICK ASS!

The only downside to this whole realization was that it required sleep. He literally spent hours pacing his bedroom, only coming downstairs to grab some food and retreat back up to his room. He kept glancing at the time on his computer. Come on…COME ONE! Time just couldn’t speed up fast enough.

Overwhelmed and frustrated beyond belief, Chris finally left his bedroom and his dad’s house and got into his car a little before sundown, driving off and out of the neighborhood. He couldn’t wait to bring his fantasy about again, and so decided and was determined that he wouldn’t have to. Chris drove to the business district and pulled into the parking lot of a CVS pharmacy.

Chris got out of his car, speed walked into the store and made a bee line for the incontinence section. He licked his lips out of nervousness as his eyes. Crap…crap…crap…so many of the products were basically just absorbent underwear designed to look like regular briefs. But he didn’t have the time to wait for the custom internet stuff…and that stuff was nothing more than a cheap imitation of what he had worn yesterday anyways. Chris sighed and yanked a package of “adjustable briefs” off the shelf and then went and got a bottle of extra strength Tylenol P.M. His last stop was at the greeting card section where he quickly picked out a “Happy 40th Birthday” Card. It explained the Depends as a gag gift, so that the cashier didn’t ask too many questions. Paranoid, yes? But thorough all the same. Hestill got a strange look from the cashier though….

Chris quickly paid for his things and sped off into the night. On the way home, he was feeling a little hungry, having only subsisted on chips and the like. So he pulled through a McDonald’s drive through. Feeling a little childish, he ordered himself a Happy Meal- with water- no sugar or caffeine to keep him awake- and wolfed down the burger and fries before he was even halfway home.

Pulling back into his house, with a Walgreens bag containing a package of Depends, Chris quietly opened the door and slinked upstairs to his room, careful not to make too much noise or draw any attention to himself. Fortunately, luck, and Wubby, seemed to be on his side.

He closed the door behind him, and nodded to Wubby on the bed. “Hey Wubby,” he whispered. “Ready to get the party started?” Chris locked his door and walked over to his private bathroom. He took off his shirt and dropped his pants and underwear, “Oh crap,” Chris laughed to himself, “I just went out in my pajamas.” Chris had been so excited that he hadn’t realized. He must have looked like a crazy person.

Chris didn’t care though, since that part was over and done with. Chris carefully pulled up the adult undergarment standing up and clumsily taped the two tapes on each side closed. It fitted…okay…he guessed. It was nothing compared to having someone else diaper you, that was for sure, but that would be taken care of soon enough. Chris took the rest of the pack and hid it under his bathroom sink. He’d get rid of that evidence at the end of the summer or whenever he was done playing baby for real this time.

Next, Chris popped open the generic sleeping pills and popped a few. The recommended dose was two, so Chris took three. A little more than necessary perhaps, but nowhere near overdose level for an over-the-counter sleep-aid. With that accomplished, Chris waddled over to his bed, picked his covers off the floor and hopped in, cuddling Wubby and draping the sheets over himself. “This is gonna be so awesome” Chris thought as he sucked contentedly on his thumb. Sleep soon took him.

Chris woke up before he opened his eyes. He knew it was morning by the sounds of birds chirping and the slight light entering his nursery. His bladder felt full from sleeping. Chris didn’t even think twice as he let a deluge loose into his oversized Pamper. The warmth around his crotch felt good and made him feel very babyish. He popped his pruned thumb out of his mouth, having slept with it there all the previous night. His ears pricked up at the sound of Roxanne talking to someone in the distance. That was one of the good things about being a baby, no one expected you to be the first one up. Chris could hear footsteps approaching.

He rolled over slightly, grasping for the bars in his crib so he could look around. He clasped only empty air as he rolled out of bed. Chris eyes shot open as he hit the floor of his room. His upstairs room, not the nursery that in real life had been Bri’s room. He looked down and his jaw dropped in horror. Nothing had changed. Nothing.

Now Chris lay spread eagle on the floor of his bedroom, wearing only a bulky and very ADULT diaper that he had wet only moments before. Wubby lay on the bed, mismatched eyes smiling down at him. That’s when the door flung open and Sherry barged in, a smile on her face.

“Wakey wakey sleepy head!” she said…..