College or Cribs

Chapter 16
Interlude

Chapter Description: With recent events unfolding as they are, Chris takes some time to ponder in his crib, as do other entities.

College or Cribs: Chapter 16- Interlude

The rest of the day went by uneventfully, all things considered: High chair feedings, some play time and being cooed at. Another diaper change or two. Even a bath with nice smelling baby lotion and soap to calm his nerves and settle him down for the night. But Chris couldn’t enjoy it all very much. It was everything he had ever wanted, and nothing was missing, but instead something new was added to the mix.

Chris went to bed (rather, was put down for the night) with a troubled mind. Samantha was stealing diapers and hiding it. Once more, she was apparently using them too. It was a textbook ab/dl habit. Chris himself had done that a handful of times back before the girls were both potty trained.

He might have done it more often than he did if not for his paranoia of being caught. He was normally cautious by nature, not daring or overly cunning. An early puberty, expanding frame and growth spurts also curbed his temptations. He couldn’t fit into even a large toddler diaper, so he had to content himself with experimentally shoving one into his underwear on the few times when he thought himself alone. He considered the possibility of stealing more than one diaper at a time, or perhaps stockpiling them up, so he could tape two together to get a more genuine feel – of padded crotch and rump, if not snugly secured at the waist- but there were too many risks involved and variables out of Chris’s control.

One diaper might go unmissed from the stack, but two or more became risky. And stealing one at a time meant he’d have to hide them somewhere. Chris had felt alone in the world at that point, thinking he was the only one with these desires. His fear of being caught and labeled a freak of some sort quashed any courage that his lust stoked. Besides, Chris told himself, it was nice, but it wasn’t even close to the real thing. If he was going to get caught, he’d want to get caught and at least have experienced “the real deal”. And those products, sadly, Chris thought, existed only in his pubescent imagination. The moment Chris found out about the existence of Bambinos and other fetish diapers, he had to restrain himself from completely maxing out his “just for emergencies” credit card.

The fact that both Samantha and Brianna were relatively early potty trainers, thus removing temptation, also helped. There was something about the pastel pink training pants they transitioned to that had turned him off. Too girly for his personal tastes. Chris might be an ab/dl, but he didn’t consider himself a sissy. He’d rather ogle women in diapers than to be one. He’d rather wear diapers himself as a baby boy than to just content himself with lustily staring at porn.

He had finally gotten his wish, and gotten to be the baby again. But now the shoe was on the other foot and the diaper was wrapped around the other bum. Now Samantha seemed envious of him and wanted to experiment with his diapers. That thought made Chris shiver: “Experiment”, and not in the science class way. Worse yet, Chris’s diapers were, in fact, big enough for Sammy to try on. If anything they were too big for her. She could definitely find a way to step into them and use her clothes or a belt to pinch it shut snugly around her string-bean waist

Chris fidgeted in his crib. He thought back to what he had done those select few times he had gotten ahold of Sammy’s or Bri’s diapers and -…gross. Just too gross. Siblings and parents weren’t supposed to have sexuality or sex drives. They just weren’t. Especially siblings. ESPECIALLY little sisters. Gag on a silver spoon.

But then, Chris wondered, why did he do it? He was doing all of this, wasn’t he? Wasn’t that what the magician had meant earlier that day? He had some kind of reality altering power that was making some of his wildest fantasies come true. Why would one of his family members, a kid at that, being an infantilist be part of that fantasy?

Chris had seen the desperation in Sammy’s eyes right then: That wild, animal panic- the fear of being caught- combined with self-loathing and regret. She loved these urges that had been shoved upon her and thrilled at them while hating herself for having them all at the same time. She knew she wasn’t normal, and went to extreme measures- such as faking a diaper change and taking an active interest in caring for her “baby” brother- in order to hide it and simultaneously expose herself to it even more. Binge and purge. Binge and purge. Anticipation, relief, and disgust. Over and over again. A never ending cycle, and all at an age with next to no privacy, and definitely not enough experience in this sheltered suburb to explore and find out, at least by internet, that there were others like you. Oh wait...that was gone now, too.

Sammy was now going through the same things that Chris went through at her age. He wouldn’t have wished that on anyone, yet alone family. He started to get misty eyed, just thinking about it.

“What have I done?” he asked himself, staring up at the railings of his crib. The plastic sheet on the mattress rustled and his diaper crinkled as shifted his weight and leaned over. He grabbed Wubby, the teddy bear and rolled back over onto his back.

“Wubby,” Chris spoke to his bear, holding it above his head with both hands. “I get it, now. I’m the Chosen One.” Wubby did not reply. “And I’m sure I have you, in some way, to thank for that.” Wubby still did not reply. “Well, things are getting pretty good here, but I have a complaint.” Chris was starting to take on a professorial tone.

“While I can appreciate the irony of the current situation- now with me being the baby and my sister being the one with the fetish; I’m afraid I can’t abide by it. It’s no reflection on you; you being somehow connected to all this, I’m still sure….maybe a subconscious manifestation of my newfound power or something like that…but it won’t do.” Wubby still wasn’t reacting. Wait, reacting? He was a teddy bear. Even when he was “magicking” things, the bear didn’t react. Seemingly teleport, perhaps, but interact, not so much.

Now Chris was starting to feel a little silly. “So, as you’re owner, I’m telling you: First thing in the morning, we’re gonna fix this, okay? Put my sister back to normal. Alright?” He made Wubby nod back. “Okay then.” Chris cuddled his teddy bear close to him and closed his eyes, feeling content and powerful, despite wearing footie pajamas and a thick overnight diaper.

As Chris snored peacefully, Wubby’s eyes twinkled to life. Black beads were replaced by shining gem stones, red in one eye, and blue in the other.

“He still doesn’t get it, does he?” giggled a tiny, quiet, playful voice coming from the red gem. It was the same voice that had played with Chris and taunted him the previous night immediately following his breakdown and re-emergence into this strange and wonderful new reality.

“No.” came an unfamiliar, raspy reply from the blue eye. “But he might yet. He still has time. It has only been your second day”

“I hope he never gets it,” giggled the first voice. “It’s always so much more fun when they don’t understand everything.”

“I disagree,” the second ethereal voice whispered. “When they don’t know what they’re agreeing to, it makes the choice less meaningful.”

“True, true.” The first voice agreed. “True, true. And yet I have a feeling, that knowingly or not, this boy and I will have much fun together. Much fun, indeed! Much fun, indeed! Forever and ever!”

“We will see.” The raspy, scratchy voice mused. “You have already had your second day-“

“And tomorrow I will have my third!” the more childish voiced interrupted.

“Indeed. He does love his sisters though. That much is real. Perhaps I can use that to my advantage.”

“Wait your turn!” the first voice practically shrieked.

“Quiet, you fool! We don’t want to wake him.” The second voice scolded. "We agreed he must come to the realization on his own. We mustn’t break the rules. You almost ruined it last night. Fortunately he thought it was the bear talking to him. As if a bear could talk. Ridiculous. ”

“Rules?” the first voice mused. “I didn’t see you bringing up rules when the Magician crossed his path. Where were your rules then?”

“The Magician? You mean that wasn’t you?”

“No. You mean that wasn’t you?”

“Not at all. Though, technically, since he isn’t mine, his presence, manipulated by me or not, would not violate the rules of the game.”

“Point taken. Well, that would have been a masterstroke on your part, then, wouldn’t it?”

“I thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Now silence. The game is still on. We’ll talk more when he is up for the day and out of the room. Ugh,” the second voice sighed in disgust. “I think the boy just pissed himself.”

“That’s my boy!” the first voice cheered. Wubby’s eyes twinkled briefly, then shifted back to their cold black beads.

END OF PART 1.

To be continued…..