The Return to Innocence

Chapter 19
Chapter 19 Rob Story

The Return to Innocence - Part 19, Rob’s Story

Soon it was time to wake up the infantized scientists and get them ready for a short discussion. The two were woken up and the groggy men did nothing when the women stuck two fingers down the front of their diapers. The playpen was cleaned up and the two were given bottles to quench their thirst. Once they had finished half their bottles, the women carried them to the conference room where everyone sat down or stood on their chairs. With the women sitting beside them to make sure nothing went wrong.

Tim came in and sat at the head of the table placing a stack of papers in front of him. Handing out a small packet of information to each person he began to review the computer logs up to the time of the accident. Tim then began his assessment of the overloaded circuits and the approximate amount of power that was emitted at the time of the accident. Everyone sat quietly listening to Tim and his assessment. The women helped the children turn pages, wipe noses and keep their attention from wandering.

At one point Rob was standing on Michelle’s lap, she had allowed him out of his seat as he fidgetting more and more. Standing allowed Rob to move around a little. Even though he was an adult in mind, Rob still needed to expel the excess energy his little body produced. Michelle smiled at her husband’s antics. He might claim to be an adult but this just reinforced in her mind how infantile her husband really was.

After half an hour of listening to Tim’s report on the results from the accident and possible scenarios that could have caused it, both children were a bit hyper. Even though they were adults, the fact was they were trapped in a baby’s body. Pent up energy combined with their short attention spans were a poor combination. They tried to move around in their chairs, soon both they were sitting in mother’s laps, bouncing on their respective mother’s knee. Both Michelle and Margaret were more comfortable if their boys were safely with them until they calmed down. In the future, they might include a couple of high chairs at the conference table.

Tim was hoping that the two children could be able to contribute to the discussion. He had only a short conversation with Rob which had been fruitful but noticed how easily his little boss had trouble holding his focus. Rob was still able to discuss higher function physics and had already created a few scenarios to explain how the overload could have resulted in the transformation. However Tim had also been disturbed by Rob’s regressed emotions when frustration had almost resulted in a tantrum which had been stopped at the last moment by a soothing hug and pat on his diapered rump.

In the conference room was a bizarre situation that would have confused most people. Arranged around the long oval table where adults and babies holding a higher function debate on physics and their present reality. The children had moments of joyful screams when they had a revelation or saw the solution on the horizon. Rob was happy to be part of the discussion and actively took part although he got overly excited a few times. Jeff was more quiet and contemplative but added unique insights when asked for an opinion. Jeff struggled more than Rob to pay attention or hold a conversation and at least once while making a comment his attention drifted off. He’d been giving his opinion on the stability of the capacitors when he suddenly feel his diaper getting warmer. It did not shock him however the sensation slowly enveloping his groin caused him to focus on the warmth and sense of security it brought him knowing his accidents would not escape the confines of his underwear.

As the discussion rotated around the table, Rob was allowed to stand on a chair by himself while Margaret kept a watchful hand on his back in case his weaker baby legs gave out. Terry wrote their arguments on the board while Jeff and Rob added their comments to define the problem and create new understandings of field manipulation. It was getting on to 1:30 pm and the mothers warned their children of their upcoming nap time. Rob complained bitterly about having to end their discussions soon however Michelle refused to listen. “You go down for your nap everyday at this time and I am not going to change your routine now.” Rob fussed for a minute or two however he was quickly distracted and returned to the problem of field dynamics.

Soon Rob’s daily routine presented itself as his gut announced it was time. Rob looked around the room and knew that there was no privacy to do his business however it didn’t matter as he could barely exert any control over his bowels. He didn’t bother to ask Michelle to take him to the toilet since the answer would be ?No’, she would remind him that his diapers were for taking care of those messes. Besides he doubted he could hold on till he was on a suitable potty chair. He decided to hold on until there might be a chance for a more private setting. Rob knew that he would be expected to use his diapers and that no one would question his lack of control however it still embarrassing. He was an adult discussing adult issues, it was not the time to show to everyone he was nothing but a tiny little child.

Terry turned towards his boss hoping he would have the magic answer. “Rob, what do you think of the proposal to bring a student assistant into the project. I need help with formulating the procedure and testing some of the theories before we can put a living subject before the DNAM. A while ago you had suggested we invite Karen Mallet to help out?”

Rob was distracted trying to control his bowels as it took all his concentration to hold it in. He could feel his bowels were full and ready to expel but it wasn’t the appropriate time. “Huh? Karen Mallet. Yes yes, she would make an excellent assistant for the lab. Plus her salary could be paid by the university grant which allows students covers Instructor Assistants.” His conclusion ended as he realised that he was already messing himself as a warm semi-solid sensation spread across his bottom. As it spread he was awarded with a wave of pleasure that ran through him like a electric wave rippling through his body. Rob started at the far wall as he was lost in the moment. The ripple of pleasure had dissipated however he focused on the expanding warmth in his diaper. He soon realised that he must have started peeing as the warmth continued to expanded up the front of his diaper. He had come to enjoy the feeling of being encased in a warm diaper and enjoyed every second, it had become the highlight of his day.

When he finally opened his eyes no one was watching him. In fact Terry had turned to the white board to modify his latest formula while Michelle and Margaret were busy in conversation concerning naptime routines. He wasn’t surprised to see Jeff also starting at the wall lost in concentration, obviously messing his diaper also. He watched Jeff in fascination and figured he must have looked just the same a minute ago. Jeff stood on his chair, knees slightly bent and his little pudgy hands holding on to the table. Rob knew when Jeff was done as he gave a slight shiver of pleasure, smiled then stuck a thumb in his mouth. Rob giggled in glee at watching a mirror image of his actions happening beside him.

Within a few seconds all three adults stopped and noses twisted at the rank smell which invaded the conference room. Terry turned to the women and nodded in understanding without saying a word. As he walked out of the room, there mixed feelings as he was glad the women were cleaning up the mess but longed for the day he would have a family of his own.

Michelle and Margaret also turned towards their charges and pulled out the necessary items to clean the two up. Both laid out their changing pads side-by-side, before lifting their sons up and laying them on the pad. Like they had been changing diapers for years, the two women undid the snaps between the baby’s legs and lifted the pants up to exposed two very stinky diapers. Unfastening their diapers, they pulled it back to reveal the depth of the boys’ accident. Rob and Jeff’s face turned slightly red, they had had their diapers changed in private but never had they been changed in front of another person. It probably would have been alright if the other mother had been present however having his colleague stripped bare beside them while being smelly, dirty, incontinent and exposed was humiliating. Without a word the two babies looked towards each other before reaching out to hold hands as their free hand moved up and deposited a thumb in their mouth for soothing comfort. Both women smiled at their children and their infantile act as they saw Jeff and Rob acting more and more like their ages. It made the women somewhat happy to see them acting their cute and adorable ages.

Once their bottoms were cleaned, powder was spread before a white pad was slipped underneath. In unison the children automatically spread their legs apart waiting for the diaper to be pulled up between their legs and firmly taped on both sides. Finally they were dressed in sleepers before their mothers took them to the playpen for an afternoon nap.

After the children were put down for a nap the adult quietly retired to the next room closing the door carefully behind them. In unison both women turned to Terry with a determined look on their faces wanting answers to their infant husbands’ condition. They were both enjoying having a new child in the family however both also wanted their husbands back. “We married men, not babies. How are YOU going to fix this?” The women didn’t need to voice their concerns, it was written on their faces.

Terry knew this was coming. He had two women wanting answers to help their adult-children out of their predicament. He was prepared for the onslaught of questions.

“Ladies, I have a plan.”

Both women were ready to hear his solution to their problem. Terry laid out his proposal, a combination of what he had already figured out on his own and with a few of the holes in the plan filled in by Jeff and Rob at their latest meeting. He was a little hesitant explaining the plan to the mothers as he was waiting for an explosion of anger and frustration. After all, he was the only remaining adult in the lab and rightfully could end up taking the blame for the accident which he was only partially responsible for.

The discussion continued equitably, without rancor or animosity. Both mothers knew Terry couldn’t be blamed for this freak accident that really was a one-in-a-million chance. They also knew that Terry was the only person who could find a solution unless they wanted to wait a long time for new scientists to come in, learn the technology, the nuances of the equipment and safely test new theories on their husbands. There wasn’t really a choice other than following Terry’s lead. Besides, his plan was solid and based on the foundation of the theories and equations developed by their husbands. Tomorrow morning they would return with their husbands and begin organizing the next round of tests. It would also be a good time to introduce Karen and let Michelle and Margaret get to know her. After all Terry wanted to make sure they were alright having Karen assist in the lab and with the children.

There was also an issue of time and the possibility of mental deterioration also. Over the past week both women had begun to see slight changes in their baby’s personalities. Each day they seemed more immature, more child-like. Both men still had their knowledge and intellect completely intact however their personalities had taken a greater toll. Everyday their mothers noticed how a little more of their men had slipped away. Each day Jeff and Rob seemed to become more relaxed in their new roles, not they were used to being a small child but their reactions and emotions seemed to mimic ever more like their physical ages. They were getting more comfortable eating from a high chair, showing little resistance to playing passively in their playpen or even marching around in nothing but a diaper in public.

Diapers...that was also becoming a concern. Their toilet training had completely disappeared. Neither child seemed to have any control over their bladder or bowels. Just as concerning was that neither child seemed to notice when accidents were being made. Earlier today Michelle had watched Rob as he had an accident in his diaper which ended up leaking on his pants. For the longest time Rob hadn’t noticed but when he finally recognised he’d ruined his pants there was no attempt to fix it or call for help. Rob seemed content to sit in a wet diaper and wet pants, just like a little baby.

For Margaret she’d watched Jeff get changed by a teenaged girl and not even put up a fuss. Jeff had laid back and allowed the girl to clean him without trying to get his wife’s attention or help. He had acted relaxed and nonchalant when he was naked in front of a stranger. Michelle was also concerned how quickly he had lost his toilet training. It seemed like it had been a couple of hours after Jeff was put back in diapers that she found him sitting on the couch in a wet diaper and he hadn’t even bothered to get help with his accident. He almost seemed to enjoy it.

It worried both mothers that their husbands were slipping mentally into their new roles. It wasn’t that they acted their new age, in fact it made taking care of them much easier. However it worried the women what would happen when they were reverted back to their adult forms. Would their emotional instability remain? Would they become irritable around 8pm, would they see an adult woman as a sexual partner or purely as objects of comfort and safety? What concerned them most was if their men would have to be toilet trained all over again. They lost that ability so quickly, their wives wondered if it would also come back just as quickly. Would they have to keep their husbands in diapers for the next six or twelve months while they constantly checked for wetness? The idea of changing an adult size poopy diaper was almost too much to imagine.

When the clock struck 4pm, the women went to the office where a temporary crib had been set-up. Both children were snoring quietly as they slept side-by-side. From this view no one could have deduced they were anything but small babies.

Michelle and Margaret woke up them up, changed a wet diaper and dressed them in preparation for the drive home. Jeff and Rob were both groggy from their nap but eager to find out if any progress had been made however it was decided they would discuss it tomorrow as their mothers were running behind schedule. This didn’t help their temperament as they both became fidgety and demanding, wanting whatever their attention was fixated on immediately. However their enthusiasm soon waned as their shortened attention span distracted them by their mothers’ prattling.

Soon the diaper bags were packed and babies cradled under arms as Terry helped carry their extra gear out to the cars. As they drove away Terry stood and waved while a heavy weight in his stomach told him there would be long hours of research and planning, especially with two women that expected 100% success. He could feel the pressure to perform and he knew success would come however the road seemed daunting.

By the time Rob arrived home, he had woken from his slumber. He looked over surprised to see his son Ben in the car sear beside him. His son was quietly prattling away chewing on a toy, just happy to be with his family again. Rob knew from experience his son didn’t mind daycare but had a very strong attachment to Michelle and was excited and needy as soon as saw his mother. As she unbuckled Ben, Rob watched intently as she made baby talk and cooing while paying complete attention to her son. Ben responded in kind, by smiling and giggling excitedly as he held his arms out. Michelle picked him and instinctively Ben wrapped his arms around her neck and buried his face into his breast. Ben looked so serene and confident with his eyes closed, as Michelle carried him away across the threshold into the house. A minute later she walked back outside and moved to the passenger side, opening the door and unbuckling Rob. He was also excited to see Michelle and received her undivided attention. She also prattled baby talk with him, as she picked him up. Nestling his head in the space between her arm and breast he unconsciously stucked a thumb in his mouth, relaxing in the thought his mother would care and comfort him. His life was soft and easy, without the stress to perform. No one would demand anything from him other than a smile and a hug. A total lack stress washed over him in a warm glow, for the first time in a long time he didn’t have to worry about the projects at work and continual expectation for success.

As Rob was carried into the house, the pressure from her hand resting under his bottom caused him to notice he was damp however it didn’t matter to him. His lack of toilet training wasn’t his problem at least for another year or two. When his mommy was ready, she would check his diaper but until then he was content to let it go unchecked. His mind was vacant in an almost meditative state as Michelle carried him inside and lowered into the playpen beside Ben. Rob didn’t move from his sitting position as a warm stream pee ran across his groin as it the warmth absorbed into his diaper.

He was happy to be home where he could fall back into the routine and daily schedule. Soon it would be time for dinner and a bottle. Then a diaper change and a little more play time before bed. Rob was looking forward to his evening, especially since he had no responsibilities, not even the planning of his routine. Michelle would take care of everything. His life had simplified and he was perfectly fine to waste the day playing with sunbeams and chewing on whatever was placed in front of him.

The passage of time also seemed to go faster now days. Rob never noticed how the hours passed quickly. After breakfast it was playtime till lunch. Unless their stomachs growled both boys didn’t know lunch or dinner was coming soon. Rob only knew it was dinner time because he’d noticed the van’s clock read 5:14pm while being lifted from the car seat. He knew that dinner would be soon and he was content to wait a few minutes.

Tonight Rob was served dinner first, then placed back in the playpen with a bottle before it was Ben’s turn. As Rob was lifted from the high chair he could feel the diaper pull heavily on his hips, then he noticed his legs felt a little clammy. Normally he would have chalked it up to the feel of a wet diaper however the cold reached down the back of his legs. When placed in a sitting position he thought the diaper might leak as it squished below him. He knew his pants were wet, which was confirmed when he looked back to see Michelle wiping the seat of his high chair before sitting Benjamin. For now Rob was most interested in the apple juice, the floor of the playpen was waterproof so no damage would be done. He laid on his back and happily nursed from his bottle.

Rob’s incontinence was about as bad as it could have gotten. Most of the time he seemed to be damp since he dribbled with little control over his bladder, much like Ben used to do. Fortunately his son was getting better all the time and remained dry between accidents. Rob and Michelle figured their son would be potty trained pretty soon. Rob giggled around the nipple of his baby bottle at the thought that Benjamin would probably have to help him to learn how to use the potty.

- to be continued.