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Stories of Age/Time Transformation
by: 1magus | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 21, 2018
"Sweetie, how"d you like to come over to your little friend, Rachel"s house? Mommy would like to catch up with her mommy," Stephen"s mom suddenly said from behind.
Stephen felt too lost in Rachel"s eyes to give much a reply, so he shrugged and nodded. Why not? She patted his head, making him blush with pride and, before he knew it, he was being buckled into his seat again by his wonderful mommy. His head swam thinking of absolute nothing but wonderful, strange static. When it all cleared, he wondered just why the amazing ice cream place had made him feel so silly. But then he looked down at his new ice cream cone, grinned like crazy, and completely forgot about any silly, suspicious thoughts.
Stephen was simply content to slurp on his cone and watch the scenery go by in total peace. He kicked his shoes, swinging them up and down to the delight of mommy. Everything outside from the random birds flying by to the school children playing on the corner just seemed to make himself feel even brighter. It didn"t bother Stephen one bit that the random kids he saw seemed to be smaller than him. He had his mommy and his ice cream and he was going to Rachel"s house! What more could he want?
"Almost there, sweetie. Do you need to potty?"
The pleasant, dowey eyed stare of Stephen suddenly ceased. In a panic, he grabbed his little penis and found, to his relief, that he did not have to potty. "No!" he announced proudly to his mommy, who smiled and nodded.
"That"s good. You finish your ice cream?" she asked in the same sweet tone.
"Yeah! It was so good! Thanks, mommy!"
"Sure thing, hun. Just do mommy a favor and keep your hands off your clothes until I"ve had a chance to clean them. Okay?"
Stephen would have replied, but he suddenly found that his right hand decided now was the right time to reacquaint his lips and his thumb. He suckled a few times, like a baby to a pacifier, and suddenly found that it felt almost as good as his previous frozen treat. He then wondered why he had done it, but found that he just didn"t wish to stop; that he would miss his thumb too much if he did. He mumbled back a loud yes around his thumb.
"Thanks, sweetie," she replied, unperturbed by his sudden regressive action.
Suddenly, the relaxing feelings from before returned with avengence. With every suck, slurp and pop of his thumb, Stephen found that it was becoming increasingly difficult to stay alert. He wasn"t sleepy exactly, but it was as if his feelings of lucidity and focus were being washed away - drowning in a sea of babyish actions for his mommy. Everything just seemed right with his little world, and it was about to get even better! The car pulled into his neighbor"s driveway and his mommy turned it off. Like a switch, the relaxing feelings melted away as pure adrenaline was pumped through his nerves. He bounced in his seat once, twice, three times - hoping upon hope to get his buckle undone soon so he can play! But he had to wait for his mommy to open his door and unbuckle him, like the good boy he knew he was.
With impressive speed and strength, the two mommies ushered the kids inside and soon Stephen found himself in an impromptu race with his new friend. "Race ya!" Rachel suddenly exclaimed and bounded upstairs without warning. Giggling like mad, the two bounded upstairs and suddenly Stephen found himself inside of a girl"s room. It was pretty underwhelming for the supposed twelve year old.
For one, her room was the very definition of what any self respecting boy on the playground would strive never to become. Her bed sheets were littered with ponies and dragons - and while true, he had some of them in his domaine, none of them were so particularly girly looking. Her sheets and pillowcases were Disney princesses and My Little Pony respectively. Her closet, which was open, held an assortment of fancy dresses and skirts. Stephen noted that they looked to be in the style befitting of any little girl whose mommy would be proud of. Stickers from various cartoon shows lined her walls, her dresser and even her bed. Most peculiar of all, however, was a big stack of clothing in the corner that looked an awful lot like something a big girl shouldn"t keep an abundance of, but Stephen didn"t judge. The girl smiling in front of her was, in his opinion, too cute to judge. One final item was an oddly familiar bottle of pink baby lotion next to the bundled stack. Even from a distance, it gave off wonderful scents of vanilla which soothed him.
"What you wanna do?" she asked Stephen with a curious smile. Then she frowned and suddenly took on a focused gaze on her room. "Oh, this is my room!" Rachel said, excitedly waving her arms above her in what she hoped was a grand introduction to her domain.
Stephen giggled and nodded. "Yeah, it"s, er, cool!"
"You think so?!" she asked in an even more excited tone? However, she suddenly felt spittle appearing on her lips, so she decided to tone it down some by casually shrugging. "Yeah, it"s pretty cool, I guess," she said cooly.
"Mhm!" Stephen agreed. The two remained in a silent staring contest for several moments before she decided to speak again.
"So, what now?"
"Uh, got any board games?" he asked, feeling lame for even suggesting it.
"Do I!" she yelled and disappeared in her closet. Stephen waited awkwardly by while she rummaged through it. She tossed aside action figures, clothes, plushies and other toys haphazardly until she came to the object of her desire. "Let"s play Shoots and Ladders!"
She slammed the board down in front of him and smiled at him expectantly. When he didn"t respond, she shrugged. "It"s got ponies on it!" she said excitedly, hoping this would egg him on. How can boys not like ponies? They were so cool!
Stephen nodded. The board certainly had pastel colored, smiling ponies all over it. He looked back at her and melted yet again into her goofy grin. He couldn"t just say no or that it looked stupid to him. What kind of friend did that? Even if he really wanted to say those things. "Okay, let"s play!" he announced and took a seat on the floor, eagerly awaiting for her to follow. But upon hearing a strange noise instead, he frowned and looked everywhere. Had something leaked? Did Rachel"s mommy need to use the shower? Stephen looked back to Rachel and found, to his shock, she was grunting unashamed in front of him, and the strange noise was coming from her. Recognition lit up like a switch: Rachel was peeing herself. Or more specifically, she was peeing into something very akin to a diaper.
When the noise stopped, only silence followed as the two awkwardly stared at one another. Stephen noted that her diaper - or whatever it seemed to be - was now sagging quite profoundly below her skirt, and was discolored to a yellowish tint.
Uh oh, Stephen thought, watching her eyes tear up suddenly. "Uh, it"s okay, Rachel. Really--" he tried to say rather awkwardly, but she suddenly interrupted him.
"No it"s not!" she yelled. "It keeps happening to me, I keep peeing myself," she said back with a sniffle.
Stephen bounded forward and hugged her quite tightly. She hugged back, which made him realize what he had done. True, he"d hugged his mommy before and she was a girl, but this was different. He had never once hugged a real girl before, and certainly not for so long. Her sniffles died down and she leaned into him. "Stephen?"
"Yeah?"
She bit her lip, but forced herself to reply. "Have you ever wet you- wet the bed?" she stammered out.
He shook his head; he wanted to reply back and say he almost had a big accident earlier, but thought better of it.
"Oh"¦ cause it feels g-good," she stammered again. "Like really good," she said more confidently.
This was news to him. Did girls like peeing themselves? His first thought was a total ew! But then he thought about his current circumstances and everything that had happened in the last two days. He had made sticky pee for his mommy and that felt good. Really good, he reminded himself. Had she meant that? And, perhaps more importantly, could girls make sticky pee?
"My mom-mommy helped me do sticky pees"¦ in t-the sho-shower," Stephen said quite nervously. His stammering did not go unnoticed by Rachel.
She stopped the hug and looked up with a quirked brow. "What"s sticky pee?"
Instantly Stephen"s face screwed up in embarrassment. For some strange reason, doing sticky pee with his mommy"s help was fine, but not when next to a very cute neighbor girl? What was wrong with him?! It wasn"t as if she was asking for him to do it - that would be a no-no as far as his mommy was concerned. She just wanted to know.
"Um, it"s when, uh," he said intelligently. He had no real clue what sticky pee actually was. Nervously he looked back to her door to make sure their mommies were busy. He could hear them chatting away downstairs; laughing amongst each other. Biting his lip, he pointed down to his private parts as she watched on, ready to hang onto his every word. "When my pee- penis," he corrected himself, hoping to sound mature. "Gets all hard and happy? Yeah, I need to do a sticky peepee and it feels amazing," he said excitedly.
Intrigued, she looked to her sagging pull up diaper and nodded. "Show me! I wanna see!"
"Wh-what? No! I"m not supposed to do that unless mommy helps me!" he exclaimed in fear.
Her tears came back with a vengeance. "You don"t like me"¦ you just think I"m a baby," she said in a very real impression of one.
"No I don"t," he said fiecely. He broke the hug though and shrugged. "Look my mommy rubbed me down there and it helped me do a sticky peepee, but I don"t have to do it now." He looked into her cute eyes and melted away again. "I think it"s cool that you peed," he said boldly.
"Really?" She went right back to giggling and nodded. "Thanks."
For the remainder of their stay, Stephen and Rachel played nothing but the silly board game as they talked more about sticky pees.
"So, Rachel"s been using it a lot lately. Such a silly girl; I knew it would grab a hold of her," her mom said while laughing.
"Yeah, I"m not sure how much I want Little Stephen to indulge in it." She then snorted. "You should have seen him when I said it was time to do his business this morning."
"Really? That"s what makes you laugh? What about his little shower scene?"
The two broke out into big fits of giggles just thinking about poor little Stephen practically begging his mommy to help him do a stickies.
"Oh, my son, such a baby," she said, winking to Molly. She winked back and they laughed for a bit.
"Right, Rachel"s almost ready for another go, but I understand she"s taken Stephen"s little bottle. Hmm?"
"Er, yes, I was going to ask you about that--"
"No problem, I"ve got a stash of them. You can never be too prepared after all. Just remind me later and I"ll give your little Stephen a more potent formula. See if he can resist that," she said, but noticed her friend"s reluctance to move forward. "Oh, live a little. We both agreed this was best for our little charges; whatso wrong with them needing to be young?"
"Nothing! It"s just"¦ your Rachel"s already a little piddler," she noted. "If I know Stephen right, I"m willing to bet he"ll take to diapers like a fish to water. He"ll use them for, well, everything! I don"t know if I"m ready for that"¦ he eats a lot."
"Honestly, hun, it"s a bit late for that. But you can always train him to go number 2"s on the big boy potty; it wouldn"t be that bad," Molly noted. Stephen"s mom nodded. "But accidents happen," she said with a snort.
"That they do. Well, I suppose the whole experience won"t be fun, but who knows? Maybe I"ll grow to like it," she concluded and they, again, broke out into fits of giggles. "Ah, this was nice, but I better get my little guy home. Thanks for this," she said, holding up the brand new bottle of lotion. She weighed it in her hand uncertainly and sighed. "Are you sure I shouldn"t, you know, help him along?"
She shook her head. "Nah, you remember the meeting? It"s best if they explore their bodies on their own. Now, go get your silly little boy home before they do some exploring upstairs. Excuse me," Molly said rather quickly and stood up. The two moms ran upstairs and put an end to their charges little giggle fits and playtime, by simply barging in.
"I"m glad you had fun, sweetie, but it"s time for Stephen to get home," Molly said as she picked her up by the arm. Reluctantly, Rachel nodded and stood up, nearly forgetting about her drooping, soggy padding.
Stephen sighed, seeing as he had been having one of the best play d- friend"s visit of his life. That"s what he had meant to think, yes. The two moms nodded to each other in a silent understanding.
"Come along, Stephen, time to get home for a nice little bath. Won"t that be nice?" his mom asked gently.
While Stephen did enjoy the thought of having another bath and, quite possibly, another sticky pee, he didn"t wish to leave his new friend. He looked to Rachel longingly who was doing her best to hold up her drooping underpants.
"Don"t worry, hun, you"ll get to visit soon," his mom said. "Besides, we"re neighbors and they"re not going anywhere!"
Molly laughed. "Nope, now go run along. I"ve got my little girl to change," Molly said unabashed. Rachel blushed and quickly hid behind her mom, prompting a quick round of giggles from both adults. Rachel watched from her window as her new friend walked home with his mommy. She hated the fact that her mom had practically announced that she wet herself, but then she remembered back to their conversation on sticky pee. Well, if he doesn"t mind, maybe it doesn"t matter? she thought suddenly. She still felt embarrassed when her mom asked her to step into a fresh pair of girl"s pullups, but surprisingly less so when she thought of her new friend.
"Alright, hun, mommy will be downstairs if you need me," Molly said and turned to leave, but she stopped and called back, "and don"t forget to use the potty when you need it. Okay?"
"Okay," Rachel said shyly and her mommy left her room. Rachel watched her take the last step and sighed in relief; it was time for her to have some fun. She didn"t exactly get what Stephen was on about sticky pee, but if it had anything to do with her squishy play, then she got it. Shakingly, she picked up the familiar bottle of lotion and gave a big long sniff. It brought her senses back to a simpler time, but once more, it enhanced certain ones. So, shakingly, she took another sniff and wonder just how she had gone so long without using it. Well, it"s only been a day? Or has it? she thought a bit dazed.
She shrugged and began to quietly bend down so she could easily slip off her trainers. With every inch they came down, her sense of arousal only increased. The familiar breathing and panting came back full fold. A familiar feeling of wetness returned to her pussy, though this time it was certainly not from soggy padding. Rachel squirted out a liberal supply of the stuff onto her hands and unceremoniously shoved her fingers inside. The simple tickle of her pinky was enough to make her squeal like a dog in heat. For a while she was merely content to fool around lazily, not caring one bit just how sticky her fingers were getting.
She squealed yet again, letting her brain know that she was on the right path to doing whatever it was called when it happened. She had no idea; only that it felt amazing. Her body convulsed the more she panted and moaned with every squish of her fingers. But the physical tingling, tickles and jolts of pure pleasure wasn"t what just made it so addicting. No. It was every single crazy, strange and depraved thought that whirled through her little mind. She thought of being little, not just smaller physically, but mentally as well. What a strange concept, she thought airily. She not only wished to be littler, but less intelligent as well. She wanted to be less focused, less mature and less everything. She pictured herself as a dumb, dependent little tot, just playing in the grass for the amusement of her mommy. She pictured herself giggling, drooling and making spittle just because she could. And, she found - as she pictured these things - her body did its best to mimic them. A fresh stream of warm drool made its way down her chin and onto her little skirt. She giggled at the infantile action, and continued to rub, squish and hump her way to complete idiocy.
In fact, the more lost she got her own little world, the more she wanted it. Needed it. Like a drug; she wanted to be just a dumb little baby for her mommy. Or a toddler, functional as a living being, but she wouldn"t be able to take care of anything - even her most basic needs - without the aid of her loving mommy. She would be happy to just go to a park, wearing nothing but her shortalls and diaper and just play. If she needed the potty, she"d run to her mommy and screech to the world that she needed to do her buisness - something that should be personal. But she wouldn"t care one bit, because toddlers didn"t feel ashamed of their wants and needs. Little ones didn"t blush when their diapers were changed in public or if they wet themselves in front of a stranger. She moaned again and the images changed.
She saw herself playing on a playground, surrounded by little kids, but she was the littlest. She was the one just playing in her stinky and drooping diaper, content to smile and giggle. The other children played around the big tot, feeling that they"d rather not play next to such a smelly little girl, or was it big girl? But none of that mattered to Rachel, so long as it happened or could happen, in her future. Her mommy would make sure that everything was okay. She would change her stinky padding, eventually. And if it meant being stinky so she could play just a bit longer, she didn"t care one bit. That"s what diapers were for, she thought with another pleasurable moan. No wonder babies used them.
By the time her vagina had moistened enough to be good and ready, her fantasies of being mommy"s little silly girl had fully take over her mind and even vision. Even if her mommy had walked in on her, it would be too late to stop the incoming flood and explosion of pleasure. She fingered herself faster and faster, harder and harder. Drool continued to pour out of her mouth as she focused on the picture of who she wanted to be: A dumb little toddler for her mommy. With one final push of her fingers, it happened. The dam broke and a torrent of strange liquids poured out and onto her feet, pullups and wood floor. Pleasure spike after pleasure spike assaulted her mind, making the fantasies that she pictured, momentarily, real. She could feel her brain disabling all of her neurons; years of learning dashed away with a single action. By the time it had finished, she felt complete. She wasn"t exactly sure why, but soon she would be the dumb little toddler from her memories. Soon, I"ll be mommy"s little girl, she thought and collapsed onto the floor with one final sigh of relief.
"I love you, mommy!" Stephen exclaimed, suddenly. She smiled at him and and busied herself by using a large washcloth to scrub his back and shoulders.
"Mommy loves you too."
Stephen sighed pleasantly as the wonderful fumes from his bath wafted around him. He lazily glanced at his mommy and suddenly found that she too smelled of pleasant scents; of baby lotion. The smell wafted into his mind and it was like a magical switch going off. His mommy looked an amazing sight, hunched over and washing his back. Her hair seemed look sleeker and cleaner, with less split ends or greys. Her breasts looked perkier and with a single pulse, Stephen almost felt the want and need to suckle on them. It was a simple thought that stopped the moment he glanced to her other features, which too looked far less aged than he was used to seeing. The washing of his body continued, and as did the seemingly regressed appearance of his mommy. Was he seeing things? He couldn"t be sure but, in that moment, he simply did not care. His mommy looked beautiful and she was bathing him and everything just felt right with his world.
"Honey? Do you gotta do a sticky pee?"
He shook his head almost defiantly. Of all the things he currently felt, with the world and his body, feeling really good down there was not one of them. She shrugged and continued to scrub him all around. His thumb somehow found its way back to his lips and it didn"t take him long to simply give into the need and suck it again and again. This, unfortunately, had the unintended side effect of bathing Stephen a bit more difficult than his mommy would have liked.
"Honey? Could you"¦" she trailed off upon noticing his innocent stare and shrugged again. She figured dealing with a difficult to clean Stephen was alright, so long as she remained so adorable. She scrubbed around his privates and, yet again, his little peepee sprang straight up. But for his sake, she said nothing to the blushing boy and just kept on scrubbing. She considered giving him a few experimental rubs, just to see how he would react, but kept her patience.
Let him experiment, right, she thought and finished up by draining the tub.
This was always the part of a bath that every little boy dreaded, and Stephen was no exception. Nither was his throbbing little penis which flopped down and softened the second the cold air encased it. The potential feelings of excitement left him, but Stephen knew that he"d have plenty of chances to make sticky pees. He was just hoping it wasn"t always with his own mother"s assistance.
"Alright, come on out, Stephen. Just jump into the towel," his mommy announced, holding out a big blue towel for him.
He didn"t need any further invitation and bounded into the towel in one go. She "oomphed", but steadied the two and did what moms did best. She haphazardly rubbed the towel all over his body from head to toe, from the hair on his head to the little dangling penis below. To Stephen"s confusion, and delight, he realized that none of what had just happened seemed the least bit embarrassing. No, he felt warm, loved and ecstatically happy for his mommy to help bathe and dry him. He giggled and snuggled himself closely into the towel, just above her breast line. He breathed in and smelled something simply wonderful. But just as quickly as the moment happened, it was gone by a gentle shove of his mommy"s arm.
"Go to your room, silly. We need to get you in your jammies for bed," she announced and, naked as a jaybird, he bounded into the hallway.
What was that smell? It was so amazing, he thought with a giddy feeling. He wanted more. Was that from mommy?
But the answer never came; instead mommy came strolling in and began rummaging around through his clothes. "Let"s see, how about your spaceman jammies?"
"Cool!" Stephen exclaimed, hopping up and down. His mommy smiled and stripped him with the speed and expertise that only a mommy could accomplish. She then began to dress him one by one, much to the slightly annoyance, but mostly delighty of the squirming little boy.
With every inch his mommy attempted to hike his jammies up, Stephen felt the uncontrollable urge to kick out. The feel and touch of mommy, not to mention the ticklish feeling of his jammies, was just too much to withstand. The whole experience felt amazing and filled with a sense of glee and giddiness. He giggled, kicked, squirmed, mewled and cooed up at his wonderful mommy, until it all stopped in one final push of his pajama pants.
"Well, then, let it never be said that dressing a little boy is easy," his mommy jested.
Stephen giggled again, but quickly stopped upon noticing just where he was. This was his bed, and his mommy was putting him down to sleep? No! he thought in a panic. He wanted to play, he needed to. His body shot up and he bounded to his feet, looking back at his mommy worryingly. Would he get in trouble?
"Stephen"¦" his mom said in a trying tone. "Hop into bed, now," she commanded.
He bit his lip and felt the same uncontrollable urge to bound off and play, but was conflicted with the need to be good for his mommy. He thought about what to do next, but then he felt a pair of arms wrap around his midsection.
"Got ya!"
He felt his body lift high into the air, only to be dropped back onto his bed. He squirmed and squeeled in delight, even in defeat, his mommy"s prescense felt great.
"It"s time for bed, Stephen, okay?"
Stephen shook his head no and grabbed a nearby pillow to hide his face.
"Oh? It"s not?" she asked.
His shook his head again, but all his mommy could see was his pillow shaking back and forth.
"Hmm, how about a song?"
Stephen, feeling intrigued, peaked his head from behind the pillow and waited expectantly. She can sing? he thought in confusion. He had never heard his mommy sing before.
"Hush now, quiet now, time to lay your sleepy head," she sung out in an incredible gentle tone, while caressing his back. It sent tingles of pleasure, relaxing Stephen beyond all rational belief. "Hush now, quiet now, it"s time to go to bed."
Stephen gently closed his eyes, feeling the words from his mommy fill his head like cotton in a pillow. He laid back and felt his mommy pull his sheets and covers over his body, and snuggled deeply into his bed. She repeated the words over and over, until Stephen was deep into dreamland. His mommy gave him one gentle kiss on the cheek and shut his lights for the night.
Stephen dreamed some very strange dreams that night. He saw his mommy, eager to care for him and take on the duty of looking after his every need. She opened her arms and in he came for a big hug. He suddenly felt warm, far hotter than he ever remembered being. It was so pleasent that he was washed away in a sea of warmness and unmistakable pleasure. The warm sea of his mommy was not to last though, suddenly it felt cold and clammy. His whole body was being washed away in a sea of cold waters, and he woke up.
He looked around, hoping to see his warm mommy, but then realized he had been dreaming. Stephen stretched, happy to see the smiling sun above hoping to greet him. His blankets and sheets felt so warm, but as awareness slowly returned, he realized something was wrong. He felt what every little boy dreaded to feel in the morning, his bed felt cold, wet and soggy. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, but he sniffled and held them at bay. Big boys didn"t cry, even from a urine soaked bed.
No, they called for their moms. "Mom!" he called out, hoping his voice had been loud enough to reach through the walls and his door. He hated feeling wet, especially when it felt just so cold!
It didn"t take long to hear footsteps thumping on the stairs, or for his door to open. "What is it-" his mommy suddenly stopped talking, and took a few sniffs of the air. "Oh, honey"¦"
His mommy knew. Just like some spoiled toddler who didn"t know how to use a potty, he had been found out by his mommy not by verbally communicating he had done it, but by her sniffing the air. He sighed and sniffled some. "S-sorry, m-m-mommy," he stammered out.
She sighed. "Let"s get you cleaned up," she announced and made quick work of standing him up, stripping him to his bare butt, and rushing him into a newly drawn out bath.
Bath time, this time, wasn"t as enjoyable as before. Stephen remained quietly sulking through out, hoping to get it over with so they could dress him, clean his sheets and hopefully never speak of him wetting the bed again. Right at the end, he started to forget about the whole ordeal and just did his best to enjoy his bath. His little peepee sprang up several times during his wash, but he and his mommy just ignored it and kept on washing. Following their usual routine, she cleared the tub and dried him off in silence.
"Okay, before I get my little guy dressed, I think he"s gonna need some protection," his mommy announced.
Stephen scratched his head. "Huh? From what?" he asked.
"From ruining my carpet, little stinker," she said while flapping out a pair of strange looking underwear.
She fluffed it out a bit and, upon closer examination, Stephen could see just why it seemed so alien. Just like Rachel"s pair of pull ups from before, his looked similar only with blue colors and it had patterns of spaceships and aliens all over it. She was planning on putting him back into pull ups!
"Mommy! No!" he screeched like an overgrown baby. "I don"t need stupid training pants!"
She grabbed his arm angrily and spoke in a harsher tone than he was used to, "Yes you do, Stephen. You clearly need some kind of protection if you"ve wet the bed. Now be a good boy for mommy and step into them, now!"
Feeling pretty angry himself, he yanked his arm back and stomped his feet in defiance. "No!"
Thwack! His mommy wasted no time in swinging her arm in one loud slap on his bare bottom. She had spanked him hard on his butt! He whimpered and slowly sank back onto his soggy bed.
"S-sorry mommy, I"ll be good," he said, not even willing to put up a fight. He knew the battle was lost anyway.
WIth a knowing smirk, she laughed. "Good. Now, since you want to act like a baby, I"ll treat you like one," she said.
He looked up in fear, but remained still, hoping to show mommy that he could still be good. She pulled out his legs a bit and started pulling the training pants up his legs with the same mommy expertise from the last few days. Feeling satisfied that the large pair of plastic like diapers fit well over her son"s legs, she nodded and smiled. "Okay, let"s get downstairs for some breakfast--"
"Mommy," he said, interrupting her. "I- I have a happy peepee," he said while biting his lip. He squirmed a bit and felt his penis pushing against his plastic covered prison.
His mommy bit her own lip, wondering just what she should do. Let him explore on his own, she remembered. Her little boy moaned in pleasure, and she watched his body push up and down, as he humped the plastic padding. Screw it, she thought.
"Alright, sweetie. Do you need to make a sticky peepee for me? Hmm?"
He smiled while sucking a bit on his thumb. His little peepee shot up even higher, happy at the thought that his mommy would let it do its thing. "Yes, mommy! I need sticky peepee! Please!"
"I see that, my little baby," she said and began to rub the front of his padding up and down.
Stephen felt his mommy"s hand caress the front of his padding, giving his penis a pleasurable tingle. It didn"t feel as good as his bath, but it still felt amazing none the less. He giggled and squirmed, and pushed his little bottom up on his bed. His pull up crinkled like mad, but it seemed to only help his pleasurable feelings along. His peepee pulsed more and more, but being stuck behind the pull up, and not being able to feel his mommy was quite frustrating. Still, she continued to rub the plastic padding, while not showing any sign of removing it.
"Mommy!"
"Yes?" she teased, while still rubbing his pulsing little peepee.
"I- oh"¦" he moaned. "Can we take my pull up off?"
"Maybe, but just relax and let mommy help you with your sticky pees. It will be easier to clean up in your dia- I mean pull ups," she said, quickly correcting her slip up. "I almost forgot!" she announced suddenly. Without warning, she squirted a liberal amount of baby lotion into his "pull ups" and began rubbing it all about. It squished all around his privates, causing him to squirm some.
"O-okay," he said meekly, feeling his pleasure rise even further.
His body, acting on its own accord, pushed his pull up further into her hand. Up and down he went, humping like a little puppy lost in heat. Then the fantasies came, flooding his mind like magic. He saw himself a little toddler for his mommy, and he wanted it more than anything in the world. He needed to be a diaper wearing tot for his mommy. More so than being with Rachel, more so than toys or playing or anything. He didn"t care about laying on top of his soaked bed; everything else barely mattered as well. He pictured himself playing in the park in nothing but his dirty shirt and clean, poofy diapers. He saw himself suddenly bending down and grunting like his life depended on it. Suddenly his diapers were no longer clean or pristinely white. No, they had been stained a light yellow and a filthy brown. Once his business was finished, the pretend Stephen stood up and looked around. It didn"t matter to him that his diaper smelled, or that it threatened to droop below his waist; all that mattered was the playground and his smiling mommy who waved. He blew a spit bubble, then ran on his bare toes to go play in the sand. His crinkle, smelly padding swung along while barely holding onto its contents. The tapes nearly ripped, but the little tot that was now Stephen no longer cared. Giggling like mad, he suddenly sat down in a play pretend metal coated horsey, hearing his diaper squish his mess around. He sighed and started pushing the horse back and forth, babbling to the world a pleasureable stream of nonsense.
His penis had been on the edge for near minutes; threatening to explode inside of his training pants. Stephen saw this toddler themed memory play out in his head over and over. He wanted and needed to be the stinky toddler so, so badly.
"Can you do a sticky peepee for me, little Stephen?" his mommy asked.
He looked up at his mommy while sucking his thumb like mad. His eyes dilated and he nodded. He could certainly do a sticky peepee for his mommy. He grunted and writhed and suddenly it happened: his little peepee exploded a stream of stickiness into his plastic padding. Wave after wave of icky, sticky goo encased everything inside. With every pulse of his penis, he felt his head grow lighter and his thoughts flow slower. Suddenly his thumb felt natural to be inside of his lips; his pull ups seemed normal. What else would a little boy his age wear to bed? His panting and breathing suddenly slowed as he drifted off to sleep; dreaming of the silly and unintelligent little toddler that he was about to become.
The second Stephen fluttered his eyes open, everything felt wonderful. He moved his body and immediately was aware of his fuzzy pajamas, his tickily socks, his cozy blankeys and, finally, his very squishy and soggy diapers. He heard them crinkle under his sheets and felt their bulk between his legs; it all made him feel secure and safe. He knew his mommy would be in soon to give him a check and a change, and he also knew that changing his pissy or stinky diapers never bothered her one bit. He squished his hand onto the top of his diaper and felt a warm wetness encase his little peepee and balls. He secretly hoped mommy wouldn"t be in for a while as it helped him feel even happier. True, he smelled a bit like peepee, but it"s not as if mommy would let him see the day without his morning bath.
His eyes drifted over to his bookshelf, with the baby blue colored wood and the cut out of the smiling sun. He saw dozens of books, most of which he couldn"t fully make all the words out on. But one book in particular stood out with a giant white thing on the cover. Stephen knew what this thing was, and yet its full function and purpose were a mystery to him. It was a toilet, a potty, something mommy would sometimes sit on when she needed to pee or poo. He knew because his mommy had once taken him to the mall and had him stand in the stall with her while she did her business. "Th- The Potty Twain," Stephen lisped out the cover"s title. The potty was certainly a strange device, in his opinion. It was cold to sit on, had water in it and made funny noises when it was flushed. Where the pee and poo went once it went away, he hadn"t a clue. Stephen squished his diaper again and suddenly felt even gladder that he could still use them; the potty was just too complicated to bother with.
He snuggled a bit closer to his favorite stuffed plushies: Stitch from Lilo and Stitch. He had no idea what he was, but the giant thing went down to his waist when held up high, which was saying something considering his own height. His thumb slipped into his mouth and almost immediately a suckling need took over his mouth. Slurp, slurp, slurp. For a while the only noise that could be heard was the slurping of his thumb; calming his nerves and his mind. For a while, the thumb and the rhythmic sucking was his entire world. But just like any little boy, his mind started to wander as he grew a bit bored of just laying around in bed, smelling of pee.
He pulled his covers off and looked down at all of his legos. It was a mixture of the giant kind, Lego Duplo, and the smaller kind. They had been haphazardly put together into random orders; barely recognizing any object in the real world, but they were his and they made him smile. Later he"d get to play with them! He almost did, but then he looked up and noticed all of the strange drawings on the walls. They were crumbled pieces of paper that had all been taped onto his walls and dresser; perhaps by his mommy? They depicted crude drawings with the messiest form of coloring he had ever seen. Somehow, he knew they belonged to him, but he couldn"t quite remember ever drawing a pig or a house or any of them. He frowned, but then his assortment of toys sprawled about the floor distracted him.
He had rubber toy balls and action figures from every super hero that mattered. Batman was, of course, the most numerous, but Spiderman was awesome too! He had more plushies of dragons than he knew what to do with. Buildings blocks, lincoln logs and even more legos had all been shoved into his toy chest. The label on it read "Stephen"s Toy Box". He knew the first word was his name, but for some weird reason, he couldn"t read it! Such a silly word! "Stefan," he lispted with a giggle.
Behind him was his changing table which took up a good portion of the rest of his room, aside from his closet and bed of course. The table was big enough to even fit his mommy on, but he knew the table was meant for just him. It had wipes and powders and sippy cups underneath, along with dozens and dozens of white, plastic diapers. The diapers were, quite possibly, the biggest and thickest lumps of crinkly plastic he had ever seen, but he mostly certainly knew that they belonged to him. The white diapers weren"t the only thing there, next to them was a neat stack of white ones only with puppy paw prints and another stack with a whole assortment of lego figures. He giggled and knew these were for when he had been good; mommy would put him in his special printed diapers that he loved so much. Of course all of his diapers served one purpose: to hold his messes, but that didn"t mean they couldn"t be cool! He went to grab for one, but a familiar voice startled him.
"What is my silly little boy up to?"
"Mommy! I, uh"¦ nothin"," Stephen lisped while quickly taking his hand away from the puppy paw printed padding.
"Uh huh. I know you like those diapers, baby, but there for when you"ve been good," she said, then suddenly sniffed the air. "Not when you need a change."
"I do not!" Stephen exclaimed, stomping his foot in frustration.
Without warning, his mommy"s hands reached into his jammies and she stuck two fingers onto the cloth padding inside of his diaper. "Yes, you do. You"re wet," she proclaimed.
Stephen blinked. Why had he denied it? He remembered being wet when he woke up. And it wasn"t like diaper changes were anything bad, he reminded himself. "Oh"¦" was all he could say.
"Well, let"s get you changed," she announced then suddenly yanked his Bubble Guppies branded jammies down, revealing his sagging and yellow diaper. With one swoop, she lifted him into the air and plopped him down onto his changing pad and table. He heard a snap and looked down to see that she had fastened a belt around his waist. "So you don"t squirm for mommy. Try and be good and hold still, okay?"
"Okay mommy."
While the changing table wasn"t exactly the comfiness that was his bed, it still felt cushy enough to almost lull him back to sleep. Instinct took over as his thumb came back to his mouth in the same rhythmic motions. He heard a rip, and looked down to find both tabs on his diaper expertly removed and the wet padding was suddenly whooshed off his toosh. His mommy rolled it into a ball and tossed it into a nearby pail; probably filled with more stinky diapers. His mommy reached down and, to his delight, pulled out a puppy paw printed diaper to place on him. "Bottoms up, sweetie," she commanded. Like instinct, his toosh shot up into the air and she placed the diaper down, creasing it out so it was nice and flat. Gently, she placed her hand on his tummy and he was guided down onto his new diaper. Stephen suddenly moaned, feeling a very funny feeling coming from his peepee.
"Boys and their little toys," mommy said with a roll of her eyes.
"Huh -- oh," Stephen moaned as his mommy suddenly placed her dry hand onto his penis and began rubbing it in little circles.
"Just relax, baby, you need to do a little sticky peepee."
The numbing pleasure of every rub, and the thought of splurting out a big sticky peepee for his mommy became his whole universe. For a while, she was simply content to rub it up and down, making it stick up even higher, and feel even harder. His butt began wiggling around, crinkling his diaper as he kicked his feet in glee. While Stephen sucked on his thumb harder and faster, thoughts and fantasies soared into his consciousness, only this time it felt different. This occurrence, the fantasies didn"t just feel real, he knew they were real.
Stephen knew that his mommy loved him forever and ever. He knew and felt that his diapers were the best place to make peepee and poopoo in and that the potty was a loud, cold and scary experience. It was overrated. He knew he loved making messies by splashing his feet in some mud or in a puddle on a rainy day. He knew he wasn"t quite ready for school, but who needed big boy school when pre-school was just too much fun! He pictured himself being dropped off by his mommy for the day, toddling up to his teacher in nothing but a thick diaper and his favorite stuffed plush: Stitch. It didn"t matter to him, or his teacher that he was the tallest toddler in the bunch by at least five feet. All of the kids treated the diaper tot just like one of him, just like an equal. He required just as many diaper changes as the other children, if not more. True, he couldn"t use their diapers, but the other toddlers didn"t have cool prints on theirs! He pictured his diapers making loud sounding crinkling noises, helping him know that he was safe and secure. His mommy gave a few more rubs and suddenly his breathing increased.
"Almost time to finish your sticky pee for mommy!"
Boy was he ready to do one!. His mommy placed down two baby wipes onto his chest and gently guided his penis to lay flat on top of it. She then began rubbing it up and down and up and down; her flat palm expertly rubbing while her thumb tickled his throbbing head. Mommy was his whole world. Being cared for by mommy, changed by mommy, bathed by mommy, clothed by mommy and loved by mommy. WIth every spike of pleasure and throb of his member, the images and memories of this being his reality only increased in intensity. He was a little boy, his mommy"s little angel who belonged in diapers and needed constant care and supervision. The thought kept repeating in his head. True, he knew it was, in fact, a fact. But just picturing himself being the diaper and mommy dependent little tot that he knew his mommy wanted, filled him with extreme pleasure and glee. "Sticky peepee, mommy!" he screeched, feeling like using his outside voice was the most natural of things to do.
In an instant, it was over. A tiny amount of goo splurted out of his head and onto the waiting wipes below.
"There you are, making sticky peepee"s for mommy. Sucha good boy," she praised and cooed while quickly wiping the goo away with the wipes. Stephen"s penis suddenly shrank down and it was over.
His mind was a whirl of warm emotions and vague, nothing thoughts. Mommy was changing his diaper and soon he would get to play all day! His mommy squirted out a bit of baby powder all over his now soft peepee and balls, along with his tush. She rubbed the powder in rather gently, then wiped her hands off. With the care and attention that only a mommy could provide, she pulled the front of the diaper over his chest and fastened the taps snugly on each side.
"There we are. You"re ready for the day, baby!"
Stephen giggled around his thumb and couldn"t agree more. He had his cute puppy paw printed diapers on and his blue t-shirt. What else did a four-year-old need to face the day? Suddenly his tummy rumbled, answering the question. Usually little boys faced the day better with lots of yummy food in their tummies!
Suddenly an extremely ticklish sensation shot out from his belly button of all places. He heard a rude farting noise too and found that his mommy was blowing him raspberries there. She blew and blew onto his tummy, causing him to giggle, kick and scream in delight. His mommy was so silly! After several moments of silly tummy air blowing, his mommy had enough and placed him down on his feet. Stephen could feel the bulk of the padding between his legs and was forced to waddle in order to keep up with mommy.
"Let"s get you some breakfast and then you can watch some cartoons!"
"Breakphast!" Stephen lisped, hopping up and down on his feet which caused his poofy padding to crinkle and expand a bit.
She giggled and guided him to go sit at his chair and pushed it forward. The table was near his tummy, making the thing seem like a makeshift highchair. But that was just silly; only babies needed those. His mommy poured him a bowl of cereal, frosted flakes, and then also poured a large amount of milk in it. "Here you go, baby," she said, placing it in front of him.
Stephen went to reach for his spoon, but saw that it looked a bit funny to him. He had used spoons before, hand"t he? He couldn"t remember, but he knew what a spoon was. Shrugging, he picked it up and held it sideways, awkwardly. Smiling at his cleverness, he dipped the spoon into the bowl and took a big gulp of its contents. A bit of milk and some cereal spilled out of the bowl, but he barely paid it any mind. It tasted so good! Quickening his pace, and causing even more of a mess, he shoveled spoonful after spoonful of delicious milk and mushy cereal into his mouth. He chewed loudly, smacking his lips while just enjoying his moment of tastiness. A bit of milk spilled onto his shirt, which finally got his mommy to take notice.
Sighing, she grabbed a napkin and starting dabbing his shirt repeatedly. "Stephen, sweetie, slow down or you"ll make a mess," she warned. Well, he already did, but still. It had to be said, she thought.
"Sowwy, mommy," he said and did his best to slow his pace of eating. It was hard, though, because every bite tasted better than the last! It was just too darn good! He quickly gulped down the rest by tipping the bowl and swallowing the milk like from a cup. He sighed and gave a loud burp as soon as he had finished. "Hmm, that was yummy!"
"Yes, but now you"re messy. Off with your shirt, sweetie," his mommy announced and off it went. He stood up in nothing but his diapers, not caring in the slightest on how he was dressed. WHy couldn"t he just go out in the day like this? His mommy seemed to think it was fine, as she didn"t replace his messy shirt and quickly plopped his crinkly butt in front of the TV. She flipped around some random channels, until bright colors and loud music filled the screen.
"Bubba Guppies," Stephen yelled, getting the words wrong. But nothing mattered anymore; just the silly characters and their fun songs and adventures. He softly clapped his hands to the tune and sung along. "Sun~ Beatiful Sun~, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vh1fG3GL4hA," he giggled at the fish children"s silly antics, feeling like he could watch the show all day.
Whenever a character on the show asked the screen a question, he felt compelled to answer. Though even for simple ones like what four times eight was, seemed to be beyond his grasp and understanding. But it didn"t matter because the whole episode was just so much fun; he barely noticed that his bladder had sent out a weak panic signal, only to release and let go. His diaper was flooded with fresh urine and, in an instant, the "panic" was over with. He squished his diaper, but forgot all about it when another episode rolled on. Wet diapers weren"t for him to figure out as that was mommy"s job, he reminded himself. It felt warm and nice and squishy and that"s all he needed to know.
His mind was practically glued to the television. The silly antics of the Bubble Guppies, as they were apparently called, was just so fun! They knew so much too. Like who knew that you had to wear a helmet when you drove a racecar, or that the solar system was so big? Certainly not him! Well, until he watched the show. Feeling like the smartest toddler in the whole solar system, he sprang to his feet and bounded off to go greet his mommy.
"Mommy! Mommy! Did you know, um, that race cars can go so fast! And the sofar syfem," he lisped," is so big! Like bigger than the park!" He exclaimed, hoping it sounded sensible.
His mommy smiled, hugging him close to her chest. "Really? Such a smart guy," she said, and made quick work of checking his diaper. A bit wet, but he"ll be fine, she thought. "Hmm," she muttered and looked out the window. "It"s a nice day out, baby. Why don"t you go grab some toys and we can play in the yard?"
"Okay!"
He toddled away, sounding like a large plastic bag. Walking up the stairs in his bulky diaper was a bit hard, so he had to hold onto the handrail and walk up one by one, so he didn"t fall and get hurt. He went to grab his favorite ball and stuff toys, along with some legos, but then spotted a bright green t-shirt with a stegosaurus on the front. Smiling, he grabbed that too and found it much easier to just run downstairs, even if he was more of a toddle.
"Mommy! Can I wear this?" he asked, while holding up the shirt.
"Oh, sure," she replied back and helped him into the nice shirt. He beamed at her and ran back to the sliding glass door. He could see his favorite sandpit and the lovely field of grass for him to play on. He tried opening the door, but couldn"t quite figure out how to budge it. He knew it didn"t look too complex, but he had never undone a lock before.
His mommy chuckled, and unlocked it like it was nothing and slid the door open. The brisk air hit his face and body, practically inviting him to come out and play. "Yay!" he announced, and toddled out with his toys in hand. He dumped his toys into a neat pile, grabbed his Sitch and ran around with it in a circle. He hugged it and cuddled it and just felt happy to be toddling around free in just his cute dinosaur shirt, wet diaper and barefeet on the nice, cool grass. Just being there was bliss.
Suddenly his loud crinkling diaper seemed to get even louder, until he quickly realized the extra noise wasn"t his. He looked up and over their picket fence and spotted Rachel, playing with her dolls in the other yard. Just like him, she was dressed to play; wearing only a pink t-shirt and no shoes, but one large, pink plastic diaper. Her boobs stuck out through the shirt, not bothering to be hidden behind anything else at all. The shirt barely reached the top of her belly button, exposing that and making it extremely obvious that, like him, she had not even begun to master the complexities of a toilet. Her soft skin and curves were bare for the world to see.
"Hi!" Stephen exclaimed, waving to her.
The girl froze in her tracks and slowly looked up. "Hi," she mumbled while clutching her stuffed orange dragon close to her chest.
Stephen hesitated, looking through the open gateway which divided the two yards. Would his mommy get angry at him for walking through it? Hesitating for as long as a little boy could, about three seconds, he sprinted over and stopped just at her feet. Almost immediately, a steady stream of urine began to soak its way into the front of his diaper. She watched, transfixed as the white of his padding began to sag a bit and turn a dark shade of yellow, but if Stephen noticed or felt bothered by it, he didn"t respond. He was simply still beaming down at her.
"Hi, um," she tried to get out, but couldn"t help but giggle and point at his diaper. "Hehe, you, uh," she tried to get out again, but Stephen tilted his head in confusion and innocence. "Uh, nevermind," she finally said. "Wanna play with my dolls?!"
He nearly said yuck and no, seeing as how the word dolls usually meant those dumb, girly plastic things, but looking down he noticed she simply meant her plushies. He smiled, nodded and plopped down onto his grass with a loud squish. He frowned, looking around confused. Was the grass wet? He poked it, but felt dry patches of dirt. No, that hadn"t been it. His fingers rubbed over to the front of his diapers. Squish. Of course, he had peepeed his diapers. He pushed on them, feeling a nice, warm wetness encase his tiny peepee. He gave a pleasurable sigh.
"You peed," Rachel said simply.
"Mhm," Stephen agreed. He had certainly peed. "Feels good"¦"
"Really?!" Rachel asked, excited at the idea. She tried pushing, but no pee came out. "Aww, I wanna pee too!" she exclaimed, pouting.
Stephen bit his lip, and glanced behind him to make sure his mommy wasn"t watching. Confident that the coast was clear, he leaned in and whispered to her, "Wanna feel my diaper?" He wasn"t sure what possessed him to ask, but he felt giddy enough to do so.
She gasped and glanced back to check for her mommy. "Okay," she whispered.
Biting her own lip, she reached out with her slender arms and began to gently rub the front of his squishy padding. She giggled a bit and began to rub faster, suddenly making little Stephen feel very funny. His tiny peepee began to stick straight up in his diaper, sending a huge spike of pleasure through his brain. Rachel had almost no clue what she was doing, but watching her friend make funny faces and noises and seeing his little peepee stick straight up - poking free out of the diaper- was so funny and so silly that she just had to keep going. Like a toddler who felt overjoyed that she was causing something to happen, she felt ecstatic that Stephen was acting so silly just because she was rubbing his wet diaper. She rubbed and squished and pushed, but suddenly a stream of white sticky goo shot out of Stephen"s penis, hitting his shirt, diaper and her arm.
"Oh"¦" Stephen mumbled, moaning as tiny fireworks of pleasure exploded in his mind. He didn"t care that he had gotten his shirt and diaper all sticky, nor that Rachel"s arm had gotten drenched as well. It had just felt too good! But the pleasure haze was not to last.
"What"s this?" Rachel asked, curious and innocent sounding. She brought her arm up to her nose and took a big sniff, and shrugged. To her, it smelled odd. Was it pee?
"Sticky peepee!" Stephen exclaimed, giggling. Seeing that he had only gotten a bit on his diaper, he leaned down and rubbed the front of it onto the grass, smearing his sticky pee"s into the dirt. His shirt only got a bit, so he ignored it.
"Oh," she said, sounding a bit confused. So it was peepee. Following Stephen" example, she rubbed her arm into the dirt and got most of it off. "Uh oh," Rachel said in a panic. Stephen tilted his head in confusion, but this was short lived as Rachel suddenly bent down, grunting. She pushed and strained for a full five seconds, before rude farting noises pushed their way out of her butt. What followed next was rude popping noises, and a big mess expanding into the seat of her diaper. She sighed and suddenly sat down in the grass, uncaring of her diaper"s smelly contents.
Stephen giggled, and tried to copy her, but nothing would come out except a bit more pee. Rachel giggled back at his antics, and laid her head in his lap; forgetting about the sticky pee that had just been on his diaper. "I like you! Wanna be my boyfwiend?" she lisped.
"Kay!" He agreed immediately. He wasn"t exactly sure what a boyfwiend was, but if it meant more cuddles and sticky peees, then he was in!
She stood up, her diaper sagging from her icky mess, and toddled over to a nearby sandpit. "Let"s play!"
He followed suit, his diaper sagging from the weight of all of his urine. The two weren"t exactly sure what to play, but Stephen took the lead by kicking his feet in the sand, making a mess and wiggling his diaper back and forth. She squealed, finding their new game to be the most interesting thing she had done all week. After the seventh or so kick, Rachel"s diaper suddenly slipped down her legs with a loud flop. But she didn"t seem disturbed or annoyed by his fact, only happy to be free of the smelly mess that had been her diaper.
Stephen, feeling incredibly naughty, was about to copy her and pull his own soaking diaper down, but he heard a voice have them freeze in their tracks.
"Rachel, just what are you doing?" Molly exclaimed in shock.
"Hi mommy!" Rachel said, with a wave and a smile.
Molly sighed, and laid her baby down on a nearby towel. "You, missy, need a new diaper."
Rachel"s only response was to suck on her thumb and smile up at her mommy.
Stephen suckled and chewed on his own thumb, watching his girlfriend get changed by her mommy. He hadn"t a care in the world, but among his suckling he felt a sudden urge to suck harder and faster.
"Sweetie, why don"t you come cuddle with mommy?" his mother asked from behind. He looked behind and beamed. There was mommy!
He toddled over and sat in her lap, as she had asked. But something about her appearance bothered him; why was her shirt off? He could see her boobs. Was that allowed?
"Come here, sweetie. That"s it," his mommy cooed while gently guiding his head into her chest. Suddenly an amazingly tantalizing scent overtook his nostrils.
A primal instinct to suckle harder was all he could think about. And when his mother guided his thumb out and his lips onto her right nipple, it all made sense. His mommy was going to breastfeed him! He felt even if he had wanted to, he couldn"t stop suckling or move. It took a while for anything to come out; for the longest time it was just his lips on her breasts, feeling his mommy"s warmth surround him. Then, all of a sudden, a trickle and then a stream of warm, creamy milk made its way into his mouth and down his throat. He could still sense his surroundings and Rachel and her diaper change, along with her giggling. But for the whole experience, nothing else mattered but his mommy filling him up and providing for him. She didn"t care that he was a dirty little toddler who had just made sticky pees in the grass. Nor did she mind his drooping, smelly, urine soaked diaper. His mommy loved him just as he was.
"I think I"m glad I did this for him, he really needed it," his mommy commented to Molly.
"Oh I don"t have any regrets," Molly replied, while busily wiping her daughter"s tush with some baby wipes. "She"ll never know the difference. She"s happier this way."
"I think the same with my little Stephen. Though we"re going to have to take him to the doctors so I can get the power of attorney settled. Then he"ll be all mine," she said, winking down at her son.
"I"ve already done it," she said, taping up her squirmy child. "As far as the state and government is concerned, Rachel really is my daughter. Even if she isn"t actually mine.
Stephen"s mommy gently had Stephen switch nipples, with him only whining just a bit when the milk momentarily stopped. "Where did you find her anyway?"
"Who? Rachel or"¦?"
She shrugged. "Both, I guess."
"Rachel"¦ I just found her on the streets. I"ve been wanting my own little one for a while now. I found out about the phenomenon on the internet and I was just so taken with the idea. I was going to kidnap her and try it myself, but then I found her. It took a bit, but she was lurking on reddit and wanted to try out a little experiment. I was willing to try anything and, well, here we are."
"Right"¦ well, Rachel"s probably happier as your little toddler than she would be as a random homeless person. Though I feel kind of bad what I did to Stephen"¦ I love him as my little one, but I know he wouldn"t have wanted this. We had one date and I just went for it, drugged him and here we are."
"Oh don"t talk like that. Look at him, suckling at your breasts in his pissy pampers. He"s happy as a clam. And he should consider himself lucky; do you know how much work it was to convince her to keep changing his room after each session? It was a lot of work and I owe her big time."
"Heh. I guess I didn"t think about it like that," she paused to take him in and nodded. "I think I"m happy and he sure looks happy."
"There you go! Well, she"s finally changed. Should we let them finish playing?"
She nodded.
Stephen's Lotion
by: 1magus | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 21, 2018
Stories of Age/Time Transformation