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Stories of Age/Time Transformation
by: 1magus | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 21, 2018
Chapter Description: Stephen gets into more trouble...
Chapter Two
The teacher snorted and nodded. "They wanted to rip their diapers off so they could wear and use them again; I told their parents and they told me if that"s what they really want, then just send them off down a few grades and see if they enjoy it!"
"And? Did you?"
The teacher laughed and glanced back then nodded to point off in the distance. While she kept rubbing Stephen"s tiny cock, she squinted and spotted something odd. A line of big toddlers all holding a single rope as to not get lost. Several wore nothing but a shirt and drooping diapers, while a few were stark naked. But trailing behind the lot were two kids who were clearly in fourth grade, judging from their more mature attire, straight posture and the fact that they were blushing like a ripe tomato.
"As you can see, they"re back with the little ones. I guess we"ll see how long they enjoy their diapers and their new friends. And just last week, we caught a few boys trying to give themselves stickies in the tubes up there," she pointed out to the massive assortment of plastic colored tubes which would easily hide any wrongdoing from prying eyes.
"Well"¦ it"s not like little boys don"t mess with their toys now and again," his mother said almost disapprovingly. "You didn"t scald them too hard,did you?"
The teacher smiled and shook her head. "No, I simply had them finish and then we gave them a weekly round of diaper punishment; it"s much harder to get them off at that age without adult supervision. Helps keep them, and their toys, in line," she said with a wink.
Stephen suddenly jerked forward, gulping slightly and feeling another rush of pure pleasure rush through his hot feeling face and lips, of all places.
"Aww, such a good boy- it"s why mommy is letting you build up a bit before your stickies. I know you wanna go out there and play, but you"ll need this if you expect to keep up your grades!" she said, as the world suddenly made absolutely zero sense. But he didn"t care! It just felt too good as the pleasure raised and raised- her fingers constantly shuffling from rubbing, to mashing to tickling his balls. The very instant the tips of her fingers even so much as grazed the skin over his testicles, he had to bite his lip to keep from screaming out in more ecstasy; he didn"t think it would be appropriate anyway and the crazy teacher and his mom might stop and ask what"s wrong!
Feels"¦ so"¦ good, he thought.
"Well, I"ll leave you two to it, just don"t take too long! Class is in five minutes!" she announced and strolled off, giving the two a wave and a final smile.
"Oh my, okay, honey. I need you to be a big boy for me and make a big sticky real soon," she said, suddenly reaching into her purse and bringing out an assortment of what looked like massively scaled wipes meant for babies.
"Uh huh," he said dumbly in his daze, barely comprehending what she"d said. He knew had to make a sticky! How could he not?! She ceased her tickling, teasing and mashing and grabbed the cold, moist wipe which she wrapped swiftly around his throbbing peepee. Stephen yelped for that moment as he felt the cold wipe quickly warm up in her hands.
"Sorry, honey. I know they"re cold but we need them or you"ll be making quite the mess! Now let"s go, make some stickies for mommy!"
"O-" he paused to pant and nearly exploded for what must have been the millionth time, "o-okay," he said. While the pleasure steadily rose without stopping, he glanced up and, from the corner of his eye, he spotted a young adult girl who seemed to be spying on them. But the second their eyes met, she hide comically around the corner, probably thinking the mother didn"t see her.
"Oh my, it"s almost there, baby. I can tell, just look," she announced and he glanced down at his comically small penis, noticing that his tiny balls had began to shrink and push up into his shaft as if announcing, we"re ready to engage stickies. For a good thirty seconds, the pleasure simply built so high that he knew, even if she stopped touching him entirely, he would cum and it would be a gloriously humongous load. And then it happened: the first few drops of cum squirted out onto the wipe and his balls, and penis simply exploded at full force.
"Oh, ahhhh!" he screamed in a rather moaning and sort of quiet voice.
"Oh no," his mommy said and quickly corrected her mistake by grabbing a few more wipes and nearly squeezing them on top of his constantly splurting glans. Glob after glob of white, milky looking cum continued to flow from his penis like an overflowing fountain. His brain shut down and he felt an immense sense of giddiness take over his consciousness. His mother had helped him cum, of all things, and he loved it. He loved her and everything she did for him and for that final moment of clarity, before the sexual giddiness took over, he knew that it couldn"t possibly be a dream. After several long moments, it was over when the final bits squirted out and his penis seemed to shrivel slightly as she dried it off and stuck his undies back on.
"That"s my big boy, but you need to hurry onto class or you"ll be late!" she announced and made quick work of buttoning up his clothes and straightening him out, before giving him his backup. She then turned him around and gave him a playful smack on his behind, letting him know not to dawdle. He took a few experimental steps and felt himself become lightheaded while he tried to balance himself out.
"Will you get to class alright?" she asked him worriedly while she threw the dirtied wipes in a nearby trash.
He blinked and looked around, trying to study the classrooms and wracked his brain for a memory, any memory of the bizarre school of kid adults. He nodded back to her and started walking in a seemingly random direction. Off in the distance, he heard his mother"s car start and soon he was left alone with a mass of adult kids and their playtime. That was, until, the bell rang. Stephen watched as most of them ran off to their individual classes, or in the case of teh obviously diapered adults, were ushered off to theirs. He still had the dopey smile on his face and he couldn"t help but feel like everything was just too wonderful in the world.
Where"s my class"¦ do I even care? he thought lazily. He looked around and he started following a group of random kids who looked to be dressed funny for giant adults, but at first glance seemed normal enough. They"re not wearing drooping diapers at least, he thought, though he found the bagginess around their shorts to look odd, plus they seemed to be walking funny. They turned a corner and suddenly it seemed like the entire theming of the school made a sharp turn into kiddie land. The remaining classes, including the ones that the children were off to, all seemed to be decorated for little kids with bright colors and paper cut out smiling animals plastered on the glass of each and every classroom. Still with his dopey smile, he followed a red dressed child into a class and the door shut behind him. He looked around and his eyes widened in shock.
"W-welcome to Miss Gardner’s First Grade class?! First grade"¦" he muttered and stuttered, knowing full well that he"d made a big mistake. And upon glancing around, he couldn"t help but feel nearly weirded out from the bizarre sight of what should be a first grade classroom; it looked like anything but. For one, the children inside seemed to be the group they"d spotted from before as most of them wore nothing but training pants and messy shirts. He did spot the two twin boys that his real teacher had mentioned who glanced up at him in confusion, but both held a knowing smile thinking that he"d been sent back as well.
"Oh, who do we have here? Another trouble maker trying to get at some training pants from me?" a female voice asked from behind him.
"What? No!" he said, feeling a bit of clarity return to him. He spotted two boys trying to eat their own boogers and another girl who seemed to find it funny when she pulled back her friend"s pants and peaked inside for a giggle. "I"m in the, uh, big kid class!" he said, not fully remembering just what class he was in; his mind was still stuck in pleasure land from his previous stickies. How could it not be?
"Oh? I don"t know, these lot here were simply dropped off and they tried lying to me," she said in an almost seductive tone. "You wouldn"t be lying to me, would you, sweetie?" she said, her eyes boring into his while he gulped yet again.
"No! Do I look like I"m wearin"¦ those?!" he asked her pointing to the biggest kid who sported a pair of soggy padding, sounding himself, a bit up front and rude. Her smile never wavered though and she merely giggled a bit.
"Well, they weren"t when they showed up"¦ but they certainly are now," she said, much to the twin"s charging and embarrassment.
He sighed and shook his head. "Look, I just got lost to class I, uh"¦ made a b- big sticky earlier with my mom- mom"s help and I was kind of dizzy and"¦ yeah," he admitted lamle,yu hoping no one but the teacher actually heard.
"Hmm"¦ I"ll tell you what, I"m going to give you a little test. And, if you pass, I"ll send you to the office so you can get sorted out. Fail, and you spend all day with me and we"ll see what your mommy thinks of that."
"T- test? Like a math test?"
She shook her head then turned around and quickly returned with something in her hand. "No, this is a test of will, sweetie. They," she said, waving to the toy blushing boys," failed spectacularly. if you"re really a big boy, like you said, you should have no trouble passing. Are you ready?"
I should just run, he thought, but for some reason, he remained still from fear.
"Y- yeah," he said and she wasted no time in revealing the mystery item from behind her back. It was a pair of training pants, a perfectly folded, and plastic looking, but clearly a tool meant for toilet training. He looked at it strangely, wondering what she was getting at. "Uh"¦ it"s a diaper?"
"Mhm, don"t you want one for your own? Do you?" she asked, her seductive voice returning with a vengeance. She waved the babyish smelling thing in his face, but nothing obvious happened. Apparently, and judging from the odd looks she was giving her, she expected something quite profound to occur in him. The blushing boys even looked at him strangely. "Hmm, are you sure? I"ll even help you on the changing table. Those two over there get big stickies during every change. You"ll never have to worry about when to use the potty or where at because you"ll always have your big, big training pants. Protecting you"¦ so, what do you say?" she asked, laying her tone on rather thick and waving the crinkling thing in his face again and again.
He shook his head stubbornly and even shoved it gently back toward her face. "Um, no thank you. I"m a big kid, like I said before."
She seemed to want to try again, but finally stopped and sighed. "I believe you"ve passed, I"ll write you up a note and you"ll be sent to the office. Congrats, big boy," she said, winking to him.
One of the twins threw a plastic looking sippy cup clear across the room and pouted. "That"s not fair! You tricked us, why doesn"t he stay in these things!?" he asked suddenly, pouting even more than his brother. The teacher chuckled while Stephen watched her canter over to the twins with a pleasant smile; clutched in her hand was the apparently alluring diaper. Without so much as a beat, she plopped the clean diaper on one of the man child"s desk and waited. The two looked at it, but to Stephen"s shock, they didn"t look away or even bother retorting like before. A thin bead of sweat even leaked its way from their foreheads while they licked their lips in anticipation for something; what it could be, Stephen had no clue. Suddenly, one of the twins went to reach out, but that"s when the teacher"s hand stopped him.
"Hmm, how about something else"¦ you clearly enjoy those training panties of yours," she noted out loud, causing a few of the other "children" around him to chuckle a bit. The boys blushed when she took the thick training pants away and swiftly replaced it with a large, crinkling white thing: a real, honest to goodness baby diaper. The twin on the right gulped, while his counterpart smiled up at her goofily. "Go on, little one"¦ I know this is what you truly want. Take it," she said and chuckled as he reached out and picked it up, the same silly smile on his face.
"Hey! That"s mine!" His twin screeched and went to grab it, the two fought over the infantile crinkling garment back and forth, the diaper ready to burst at the seams"¦ when something strange happened. Not exactly to the screaming overgrown toddlers, not at first anyway. It was to Stephen, he felt something bulge around his midsection, as if growing out like a balloon. It was slow at first, and he was so entranced from the bizarre scene before him, that at first he simply didn"t notice anything wrong.
Then he suddenly felt something jerk into his midsection, onto his tiny peepee and he gasped. While he felt around, wondering just what it could be, everything around him started to change ever so slightly. The immature "children" started to change, they went from wearing training pants meant for toilet training, to full on diapers, with some having drooped so low from heavy use that he was sure they"d fall and stain the carpet any second now. The tantrum throwing twins changed as well, only instead of fighting over a clean diaper, it was now a dirtied stuffed bear of all things. Stephen took a few steps back in surprise when seeing the place change to become a massive daycare, but then like a shockwave, things started to change back. He blinked in shock and watched as the wave went over everything and everyone, like a switch the massive assortment of toddlers all seemed to grow slightly and their clothing morphed and changed to something far more mature, more mature than his own even. He glanced upwards and saw the banner from before vanish as it now simply read the teacher"s name and grade, Grade Three. The twins were still there, but just like the other children, they were dressed appropriately and no one seemed to be dressed in clothing meant for babies, or protection meant for potty training. No one, except perhaps him, if the strange bulge around his midsection was anything to go on.
When it was all over with, he blinked in confusion and felt a funny feeling tingle around in his head. He felt pure confusion, even when the teacher directed him to the office. Isn"t that what he"d wanted?
"Dillion, please escort young Stephen to the office. Make sure he gets there soon," she then paused to sniff the air, "and have the nurse checked his, er, attire for any"¦" she paused to lean into the child known as Dillon and whispered something that no one else could hear. The child blushed and nodded then reached out his hand for Stephen to take.
The boy didn"t seem happy, but called out to him. "C"mon, er, Stephen. Let"s get you to the nurse right away," he said, trying to sound grownup.
"Um, okie," he said and was quick to reach out and automatically latched onto the boy. He felt an odd sense of security being lead around like a young child as they left the class. Upon walking a bit, he felt a warm wetness around his crotch and blushed.
As they walked, Dillon called out. "Did you, um, have an accident?" he asked rather gently.
"Wh- what! No!" he lied, trying to deny it. But as they walked, he could feel a tingling, pleasant sensation tickle his balls and tiny peepee. He moaned in pleasure, but kept his mouth shut.
The boy nodded. "Um, it"s okay to have accidents. I- well, I used to a lot, heh."
"Really?!" Stephen blurused out stupidly, feeling a wave of relief upon hearing the big boy"s sudden confession.
"Sure. But I don"t need training pants anymore," he announced and turned back to give the young child a smile. "You"ll get there," he said and started walking through the small library toward a large, metal door.
He nodded, feeling slightly happy, but somewhat nervous upon hearing of the very idea that he wouldn"t need his training pants! He loved them! I just hope no one finds out"¦ he thought while blushing. The door was swung open and the two ladies in the office looked up from their paperwork to greet them.
"What is it, Dillon? Oh, did he get lost?"
"Uh, yeah, he might also need a"¦" he leaned into whisper, though did a poor job of it as everyone heard anyway. "A change," he said, causing Stephen to smile but blush.
The two smiled and grabbed his hand away. "That will be all, Dillon. You can head back now."
Dillon smiled and gave Stephen a wave. "Bye!"
"Bye bye"¦" Stephen muttered shyly. He wasn"t sure why having the big boy treat him nicely made him feel so shy, but by the time the door had closed, Stephen felt as though his cheeks would never cease their blushing.
"Well, is a certain little boy in need of a change?" the random lady at the front desk asked him. Instinctively, he shook his head, but said nothing. "Oh?" She paused to sniff the air, making him grunt and growl. "Sure smells like it, sweetie. But tell me, do you know what this is?" she asked while pointing to a peculiar yellow colored strip on the front of his shortalls. He examined them, but his eyes lazily wandered over to a smiling blue train and he smiled. Just the very idea that his favorite Thomas was on his clothes filled with him a sense of happiness and security only matched by a hug from his mommy.
"That," she said, breaking him from his childish thoughts, "is a training pad. It lets others know when a certain little boy has had a big ol" accident. It"s yellow"¦ tell me, what else is yellow?" she asked, nearly sneering with a chuckle.
"Um"¦ pee?" he guessed. As the words flew from his mouth, he felt the same odd sensation from before return; only this time his undies didn"t change, it felt as though his clothes were growing slightly more secure. More buttons grew out from them, plastic buttons. The thomas on the front smiled wider than before as the train grew as well as the urine sticker letting everyone know just when Stephen had failed to get to the potty on time. By the time it had finished, he felt the shortalls grow slightly baggier, like they were even too big for him, but fit him nearly just right. But the colors, on top of everything else, was the greatest transformation of them all for the colors went from a more cool looking, big boy black to a bright pastel colored blue and white; making him look as bright and cheerful as the smiling train. Though not nearly as happy as his soggy diaper was. He looked up and could swear the two ladies before him had grown slightly since he felt somewhat shorter.
Did they grow? Did I shrink?! he thought in a panic, but nearly stumbled when the lady started ushering him toward the back.
"Precisely, sweetie. You"re wet, don"t deny it. Now go see the nurse before you smell up my office. March, mr!" she commanded and he obeyed. He gulped upon greeting the nurses door for it felt even taller than the one before. Shakingly, he knocked on it and waited.
"Yes"¦" a rather petite sounding lady called from behind it.
"Um"¦. I, erm, need a change?" he said, sounding completely unsure of everything.
"Come on in," she announced swiftly, but Stephen grunted and tried jumping up a few times for the door handle.
"Um, I can"t reach the handle!" he said, sounding a bit like an immature child"s whine.
"Hold on, baby," she said, sounding a bit like his mommy. The door swung open revealing to Stephen the prettiest adult lady he"d seen in his entire young life. Her boobs were easily the most striking feature of the insanely beautiful creature, probably stretching twice as big as his mom"s. He gulped as her ruby red looking lips smiled down at him and ushered him inside with her platinum colored hair swaying a bit, making his penis , of all things, stir slightly. He lazily walked inside, feeling his legs nearly give out and took a seat on what seemed to be a massive wooden changing table, which, to his delight, also had a smiling Thomas and friends to greet him.
"Well well, I think someone needs a new pull up. Have you been trying to use the potty? You know those things don"t grow on trees," she said, indicating to the fresh pull up in her hand.
"Um, yes! I"m already potty trained, lady, er nurse! I dunno how these got on me"¦" he said, truly not knowing.
"Oh? Well this note here says otherwise," she said, picking off a note from his clothes just as his eyes widened.
Where"d that come from?! he thought, knowing how silly he must have looked; like a little boy who needed notes pinned to his clothing for others.
"Please make sure little Stephie is properly protected as he"s still going through the toilet training process. Oh and this is his mother, he has permission to receive a daily stickies between periods in class or he"ll get extra squirmy in class. Signed, hmm"¦ seems like your mother"s signature," she said and smiled down at the profoundly blushing boy.
"Uh"¦"
"Well well, I think you need more than a change, little one." then, without much warning, she reached out and rubbed her petite looking fingers over his crotch in tiny circles. "Does someone need to make a stickies?"
He nodded dumbly, truly feeling numb but his penies did fully poke its way into his soggy padding; his urine soaking the head of it slightly. THe door was quietly shut, leaving the two alone as the noise from the office out front was quietly washed away.
"You know most nurses find soggy diapers repulsive," she said as she unsnapped his buttons from his crotch and watched his pissy pull up reveal itself to her. "But not me"¦" she said in a rather cheap and seductive tone. "They"re so cute"¦ sure, they smell like a dirty boy, but that"s half the fun!"
"Um"¦ y- yeah," he said and suddenly found his dirty thumb into his mouth. The second the tips of his fingernail touched his tongue, an instinct kicked in. Something he hadn"t truly felt in ages and he began to suckle, feeling as though the world could do him no wrong.
"Aww, are you afraid? It"s just some stickies, sweetie. I"m sure you"ve had some plenty of times," she said and tore the right side of his padding as his tiny penis sprung upwards. He felt a bit uncomfy from the cool wair washing over it, but he couldn’t deny that he was undeniably, fully erect.
"Hmm"¦" he moaned, but laid back into the comfy pillow and simply let her do her work. After all, she was the big, grownup nurse. She knew what she was doing and he had to be a good boy for mommy.
He gasped, though, when he felt something warm and wet press into the head of his throbbing penis. She had kissed it! "In fact"¦ oh," she moaned and smiled, "I love the smell of all you dirty boys and your dirty padding. Smells"¦" she trailed off to sniff the fresh urine from his torn pull ups. "Heavenly"¦ and your peepee"s, oh so cute!"
He blushed and nodded, wishing she would give it another kiss! Please! he thought then she reached out with her index finger to give it a tiny tickle. "Can I have another kiss?!" he blurted out suddenly and bit his lip soon afterwards.
"Hmm"¦. maybe," she said, while teasing him with a sly smile. "Hmm"¦" she hummed and idly played with his peepee over and over. "Do you like kissies?"
He squirmed on the table, his butt soaking into his urine from earlier and he nodded. "Y- yeah"¦ it felt g- good," he stuttered. It felt amazing! he thought.
"You mean like this," she said and gave him two kisses! The feeling was so insanely powerful, the very second her head pulled up, a steady stream of pee shot its way onto the padding. She giggled and shook her head while his entire face made a rather convincing impersonation of a ripe tomato.
"I"m sos-rroy!" he said, sounding like he"d barely even spoken gibberish. With nothing else to say, he simply stuck his thumb into his mouth, suckled and waited for his penis to stop embarrassing him.
"Awww, I guess someone had more peepee in there," she said and and gently slapped her whole hand over the padding, squishing the remaining urine everywhere. She sniffed the air and Stephen could swear she found her nipples hardening behind her shirt. "Finished?"
He nodded and closed his eyes while trying to focus on the wonderful feeling his suckling thumb gave him. She giggled again and when the hissing noise stopped, ripped off the other side of his padding revealing his thoroughly soaked penis. She then leaned in and gave it a large sniff and even went so far as to lick it raw. He giggled from the tickling sensation and suddenly couldn"t think of any shame or displeasure. Just the teasing and tickling from her tongue made him feel too wonderful to want it to stop.
"No more blushing, baby. LIke I said earlier: I love it when you cute little boys make a peepee soak for me. It"s adorable!"
Despite himself, Stephen nodded and smiled up at her. I wish I"d drank more juice this morning! he thought suddenly. Then she seemed to glomp his entire throbbing erection into her mouth and began to suckle, not unlike the way he did on his thumb. He nearly screamed from the pleasure, but she was far from over. After a few big suckle, she began to lick it in tiny circles as he grew slightly more used to the intense pleasure. She then stopped and spoke up.
"Hmm, it"s no wonder I"ve kept this position for so long, baby. The school agrees, as do the children, that I help keep all of you silly little boys in line. I also have a more"¦ natural way of cleaning you all up," she said and demonstrated this by licking up the remaining peepee drops from around his crotch and, to his utter shock, his butt of all things. Like a lone mother cleaning up her pups, she began to lick the urine up all around as the intense tingling and pleasure shot up to levels unthinkable to little Stephen. When he felt dry enough for her tastes, at least dry from the urine, she went back to suckling on his throbbing erection.
Stephen began to pant over and over, but the pleasure never ceased; it never seemed to be enough to send him exploding toward his stickies. She licked on the penis a few times and Stephen suddenly felt a slight wetness, something clearly not from saliva, leak out onto her tongue. "Oh my, you"re very much ready for your stickies. I don"t think I"ve ever had a little boy take this long"¦" she noted out loud and gave the head of his penis another big kiss. Almost instinctively, he shot his body forward, pushing his penis far into her mouth, but not far enough to even come close to reaching her throat.
She smiled and gave it another kiss, but frowned when looking down at the tiny thing. "Hmm"¦ still no stickies from our little boy here," she said idly and began to tickle the tip a few times. "Well, I"ve never had to go this far, but I don"t see why not"¦" she said as her seductive tone came back.
"Wh- what?" he muttered and lisped around his warm and wet thumb.
"This," she said and began to bob her head up and down on his penis faster and faster than before. He moaned loudly and felt his testicles began to ready themselves for their explosion to be. His penis felt so tightly and so hard that he doubted he could move it in any direction but up. She suckled and suckled harder and faster, with each succession sending more and more wild fantasies of intense pleasure through Stephen"s warped little mind.
Past the point of no return, Stephen suddenly felt as though he was no longer in a tiny nurse’s office for schools, he was in a massive nursery meant for rather large babies. It made no sense, but his surroundings morphed to show him various other hot nurses, all busy giving changes to the messy big babies around him, or busy helping them make their stickies. Various changing tables, diaper pails, tubs and tubs of wipes and massive diapers lined a massive wall to this right. It all shifted so fast that he started to doubt his reality"¦ but he couldn"t deny the insane and intense pleasure coming off from the insane beautiful creature before him. This can"t be real! he thought, but the various smells of fresh urine, feces, baby powder and sexual juices all screamed at him otherwise. The sights and sounds from a massive adult baby nursery with various insanely hot nurses all giving blowjobs like his cutie told him otherwise. The steady pressure from his tiny testicles ready to explode past the point of no return, mostly certainly screamed at him otherwise. It had to be real, and a part of him knew it.
The whole experience was so surreal, that he suddenly felt his balls push up to the point of no return; even if it were all to stop right here and now, his penis would have none of it and would explode all over his little tummy and pull ups. But she didn"t stop, she only increased her pace while suckling harder faster and even louder. The combined noises of the various "babies" all crying, crawling, crinkling and getting played with filled his eardrums. He blushed while glancing down at them.
Is that my fate?! he thought dramatically, but that thought only lasted for a single moment as his penis finally exploded in a massive ecstasy all inside of the nurse"s mouth. He felt glop after glob of his precious milky semen shoot down her throat and she gobbled it all up like there was no tomorrow. She smiled and bobbed a few more times while insane pleasure continued to course through his body. As things began to calm down, however, he looked around and suddenly his surroundings changed back to the small nurse’s station from before. Stephen felt something feeling quite off about his whole body, aside from his penis that never seemed to want to stop squirting load after load into the hot nurse. When it finally did stop and she gave his pecker one last peck from her mouth, he felt it.
"Hmm"¦ did your little testicles shrink? My my"¦ no"¦ hmmm, perhaps it"s just my eyes playing tricks on me," she announced then swiftly reached for his soggy pull up and tore it from his body, leaving him half naked on the changing station. When she turned around to dispose of it, he had his hands feel around his ball sack and could swear they had shrunk a good thirty percent! They felt sticky so, wisely, he decided not to continue making a new habit of his thumb suckling for now.
"Well, that was certainly quite the treat. Thanks for that, little guy. Now, do you want Thomas protection, or ninja turtles?" she asked, holding the two up for him to inspect. He examined the green coated padding and the blue and decided with the blue, seeing as it had Thomas. What else would he pick? Turtles seemed icky to him. She smiled and started to pull them up his legs.
"Big fan of the blue guy, hmm? Oh and legs up," she said kindly while licking her lips of the remaining boy cum from earlier. He felt the padding push his legs farther apart from before and looked down, he gasped. The padding of his toilet pants seemed to be far far thicker than before, nearly twice as much. One could practically call it a diaper. She then buttoned everything up and he looked down at his shortalls.
Sure looks like a diaper, he thought, while noting it all and not really knowing if he enjoyed the feeling or not. Sure feels comfy though"¦ he thought dully, feeling the strange cloudy sensation from earlier beginning to form again in his mind. "There we are," she announced and picked him up effortlessly to put him back on his feet. HIs legs felt wobbly and he had to resist the oh so familiar urge to gasp while he looked around.
Did I shrink again?! he thought suddenly ,noticing just how much taller the nurse seemed.
"Now," she said, giving him little time to dwell on his new, apparent height. "I need you to be a big boy for me and keep a big secret. Can you, hmm?" she said, giving his face a quick nuzzle and a wink. While he thought about this, she made a quick replacement of his urine sticker from earlier which was a pristine white; letting everyone know what a big boy he truly was"¦ for the moment anyway.
"Um"¦ okie?"
"If anyone asks, I helped you make a stickies"¦ not from my mouth. Okay?" she asked rather sternly. He gulped and nodded, wondering why. "If you can be a big boy for me and keep our secret"¦ well, next time you need a big stickies, you just ask, little guy. Okay?"
He nodded his head up and down forcefully while his eyes widened in surprise. I need more of these! he thought suddenly, his tiny penis nearly swelling to its full, three inch size at the mere thought of getting more of his precious blowjob enabled stickies. He then took a few experimental steps away and felt just how thick his new padding was. True, he loved Thomas, but he simply hated how much of a big baby he made him feel like.
"Good boy!" she said and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, causing him to blush and smile. He smelled her wonderful, flower scented perfume and suddenly felt the intense foggy feeling from before surround his consciousness and dull his mind. "Now then," she said and turned him around to give him a quick playful swat on the padded behind. "You go see the nice office lady and ask where your next class is. Be a good boy and I"ll see you soon!"
"G-good boy," Stephen muttered in his nearly infantile daze. He carefully waddled over to the front of the office and looked up at the lady in a sort of passive daze, waiting but not speaking a single word as his brain felt too rattled to think of anything but being the good boy he desperately wanted to always be now.
"Yes? Are you finished with your change?" the lady asked him impatiently while staring him down. The little boy fidgeted around with his shortalls, feeling his new padding practically crinkle from its immense thickness.
"Um"¦ ye- yes. Um," he said rather intelligently while scratching his head. What was I supposed to ask?
"Ahem, do you need help to get back to class?"
"Yes!" he said enthusiastically, looking up at her with adoring eyes.
"Right, I take it you"re in first grade"¦" she muttered off and began rummaging through some documents that he could hear but not see from his new height; the desk clearly well over it. "Ah, yes. You"re in class one twenty seven with Miss Banner. It"s just out that door over there," she said, pointing through the thin glass layer of the large door where Stephen could just barely make out another, larger door. He gulped and waited for her to get up, but she didn"t. "Yes?"
"Um, I can"t reach the door handle," he said while his cheeks blushed rather profoundly.
She rolled her eyes, sighed and stood up then swiftly grabbed his hand rather gruffly. While struggling to waddle along and keep up, she walked him toward the door, opened it and then left in front of his classroom. She gave it a few knocks, smiled to him and left his side without so much as an added word. The door swung open and Stephen felt a flurry of odd emotions run through him as he studied his new and odd surroundings.
"Oh, hello Stephen. Late I see," she said with a small chuckle. The lady, not unlike the blowjob nice nurse lady from earlier looked very similar and gave him a kind and gently smile as she lead him inside. "Just have a seat over by Jessica over there," she commanded in the same gentle tone sending small but pleasurable tingles through his body.
Jessica, and indeed most of the children all looked slightly younger than the other class he"d been in. Are they...he trailed off when his heavily rattled and foggy brain made the connection. It was an entire classroom filled with fully teenaged first graders. The place was positively huge, far bigger than he’d expect even with his newly shrunken size. On the four walls were numerous brightly colored pieces of paper that had been stern up with various pictures, cutouts of happily smiling animals and learning facts that he could barely make out. A small shiver of excitement and even nervousness coursed through him when he quickly realized that he had to really concentrate just to read them; as if his brain just couldn’t piece words together well enough like they used to. He blushed upon noticing that the other children didn"t seem to have a massive bulge around their clothing and with every single step, not only would his clothes rattle from the cloth padding with its thick, plastic protection. But his shoes would land on the multi-colored plastic mats laid out everywhere that seemed to contain several large spills of food or drinks. So many stains"¦ he thought and quickly scrambled to take his seat on a very, very large bright blue plastic chair. Each desk didn"t seem to be individual as they were each shared with four other students. There were at least fifteen of them which almost seemed like a massive science lab desks he"d often go to in high school; their size made the classroom far larger than he"d ever remember from his old days in the lab, however. One final thing he noted was their height seemed more or less like his own, making him feel slightly better inside.
The room was brightly lit with florescent lighting but had plenty of windows, several of which were open which had the sounds of chirping birds leaking through making everything feel bright and cheery for the squirming and over enthusiastically loud students. The teacher walked over toward her desk which was situated so she could survey everyone and smiled. "Now- Jessica, stop that this instant," she suddenly said and Stephen glanced over. It"s that girl from earlier...he noted, the one that had been spying on him. She had been idly picking her nose and scowled, even going so far as to pout when she was forced to stop. She was dressed in a rather colorful get up which, if his memory served him right, seemed to have magically changed from earlier.
She looks like she"s getting ready for a kid party or something, he thought while examining her toddler frock. He tried looking under her skirt and shook his head. I wonder if she"s trained"¦ he thought, as if it were the most normal thing to think while the foggy feeling from before returned with a vengeance.
"Hi," she said and it was then that he suddenly noticed something else about the massive first graders; they truly were just that .She smiled at him awkwardly with a few missing teeth, clearly her baby teeth still in place. He smiled back and wondered if he was missing any, but his tongue confirmed that to be false.
"Um, hello," he said politely and shyl. He waved, but the teacher spoke over them.
"Pay attention please, sweeties. It"s time for us to focus on math problems!" she announced and he found it odd seeing the teenaged students cheer and clap for the teacher, apparently very enthusiastic to learn about basic arithmetic. Stephen glanced around and spotted a girl and boy holding hands under their table and smiling at one another while they blushed.
He even saw that they gave each other a clumsy kiss and blushed; while on the other side of the table a short boy was doing something far more naughty. He seemed to be trying to pleasure himself through his shortalls but would have to be quite careful as the teacher would often glance at him with a tired glare.
"Bill, sweetie, I"m warning you," she said and the masturbating boy blushed and quickly put his hands at his sides. But Stephen saw the tent in his brightly colored shorts push up and up the more the two children kissed.
"Right, now children we"re going to start off with some addition! So here you are," she announced and set a series of papers in front of every child. Stephen"s seemed to have different problems but there were only around three and had some of the biggest, most comical fonts he"d ever seen printed. The first one read "What is 6 + 2 = ?" and he nearly went to write in with his yellow crayon that had been left, but suddenly stopped.
He scratched his head while feeling the foggy feelings wash over his every thought and feeling. It was tough to wonder just what it was, but all he knew was every single thought seemed to trail off into nothing as though he no longer possessed the oh so important capacity and ability to retain everything he was thinking without his brain focusing on every other detail in the room. He scratched his head nervously and tried desperately to think of the correct answer, but suddenly he watched another girl who kept suckling her thumb and trying to grab at another boy"s pants which he found silly for some reason.
"Now who can tell me how we do our problems; how do we count?" she asked and glanced down to Jessica who smiled up at her with her bright, but somewhat missing teeth.
"We, um, use our fingers?"
"Correct! I think someone"s earned herself a silver sticker!" She said and placed a bright and shiny looking sticker onto her desk inside of a plastic bin which contained several others. Stephen looked at them in awe and noticed that his bin barely contained any. He chewed on his thumb and nearly gave into the oh so tempting urge to suckle on it so he could relax, but he forced himself to look at his problems.
"It"s nine!" he blurted out suddenly then the teacher looked down at him and gave a slight frown with a firm shake of her head. Stephen blushed and looked down worriedly.
"Stephen, sweetie, we use our inside voice and we only call out an answer when you"re called on. Okay?"
"O- okay," he said in a mumble.
"Now, you"re so close! Why don"t you show us how to count on your little fingers, sweetie. Go on, like this," she said and used her free hand to lift up his index finger. "That"s one, then two," she said and gently let go while his cheeks flared up again for whatever reason.
"Um"¦ um, three?" he guessed as he lifted up his third finger with a cheery smile. She smiled back and nodded. "Four"¦ five, uh," he looked confused for a second then lifted up his other hand, quickly getting the hang of it and muttered out a six.
"Very good! And you get yourself a sticker too!" she said and Stephen beamed at the sudden praise and reward.
What do they do"¦ he thought while scratching his head. He vaguely remembered something from his actual youth, but for now the potential rewards alluded him.
"Now, Stephen had said nine, which would be correct if the question had a three on the end. But it has a two, who can answer correctly?"
The masturbting boy from earlier stopped his rubbing and blurted out his answer quite rudely. "It"s eight, it"s eight! Right Miss Banner?!" he asked while hopping up and down in his seat and making himself look like a complete and total fool, though to the other children, they barely batted an eye.
"Hrm, yes, you"re right but you did something quite wrong, dear. We raise our hands, understand?"
The boy blushed and gave a quiet nod while going back to examining the front of his shorts. The teacher sighed, caught this and pulled his chair out from under the desk. "We also do not play with our privates in class without permission. You can sit in the chair next to mine until recess, understand?"
The other children giggled, but the teacher shushed them and quieted everyone down while the blushing boy waddled over to his chair for a seat. The boy sulked, but said nothing else. "You"ll earn a sticker by the end of class if you"re very good, Bill. Just be a good boy," she said and Bill"s eyes suddenly glazed over while he gave a shy nod. His body hunched over slightly and he seemed to lose some of his apparent alertness, almost seeming dull and unintelligently for the time being. It was a strange sight to be sure, but Stephen couldn"t honestly say he felt much smarter than the now dull looking little boy teen.
"Now, everyone grab your crayons, we"re going to write in the answer for your sheets. Does everyone remember how to do the eight?"
"It"s-" one child nearly blurted out, but then quickly raised his hand and smiled at her nervously. She smiled and picked him. "It"s like the snake eating himself!" he said rather excitedly and the other kids giggled.
"Very good, sticker. Now, everyone do your best to scribble in your eights and I"ll see how you all did!"
Despite the teaching being severely slow, Stephen"s new foggy brain scrambled to keep up as he grabbed his crayon and tried to remember what the eight looked like. His hand nervously moved the crayon in tiny circles while he tried picturing what a snake eating himself looked like. When it was finished, it ended up looking like two 0s side by side and nothing like an actual eight. Jessica next to him smiled at her perfect rendering of one and he blushed when the teacher finally came over to his desk and examined his butchered number.
"Very nice, Jessica. And Stephen, good try, make sure the second circle goes below your other one," she said and quickly grabbed his hand to make him draw it out in a manner befitting an actual eight. Stephen felt a sudden sense of pride swell up in him when it was done; even though he hadn"t actually accomplished one on his own yet. He was on his way to becoming a bigger boy!
"Now, onto the next question everyone! Let"s see if you can all solve this on your own; remember what the line means: subtraction!" she said in the same overly enthusiastic and slightly condescending tone as before.
Stephen"s next problem was "7 - 3 = ?", though he quickly looked off in the distance to a fidgeting boy in his seat. Soon the boy was squirming like there was a snake in his own pants and quickly stood up.
"Miss Teacher! I need to use the toy-let!" he nearly screeched with his hand comically waving about, hoping upon hope that she"d call on him.
"Bill, please take Dillion here to the bathroom, here"s the pass," she said and scooted the boy off with the other one. They grabbed each other"s hands and started to walk off while the squirming boy did the "potty dance" all the way out the door. The teacher called out something, however, which made everyone giggle and blush even. "And no helping each other make stickies! Understand?"
"Y- yes, Miss," they stammered and stormed off in a hurry from the giggles.
Dillon sounds and looks so familiar"¦ Stephen thought, but quickly joined in with the other laughs of the children. Heh, helping each other make stickies. That"s so silly! he thought with glee.
Outside, the two boys hurriedly ran toward the bathroom, with the one who actually had to go pee pee running out in front. "Hurry! I don"t wanna go back to twaining pants!" he lisped and ran faster and faster before shoving the brightly colored, yellow door open and ran inside.
"Okay, okay! GO peepee already!" Bill exclaimed and watched as the boy ran into a stall, didn"t bother to lock it and ripped his pants down. A steady hissing stream was heard as the boy"s penis shot out nearly an endless stream of fresh urine into the small bowl. "Um"¦ um"¦"
Bill sighed and peaked his head past the stall door as the semi naked boy. "What"s wrong"¦ oh?" he muttered and watched as the boy"s tiny penis grew as hard as BIll"s had been only moments ago.
Bill bit his lip and suddenly started rubbing the boy"s back in tiny tiny circles. "Hey, it"s okay."
"I"ll get in twouble if I stay like this! I dunno how to make it stop!" he lisped in a near scream of panic.
"Hehe, you rub it, silly," Bill said with a small blush.
"Rub it? W- what?" he asked in a squeak. "R- really?"
"Of course! Uh, haven"t you ever made a stickies before?" BIll asked while scratching his head.
"Um"¦ um. S- sometimes my mommy makes me feel really good and she calls them "no nos"."
"Hmm, here," the boy said and walked up to him and reached out, giving his throbbing peenie a few experimental tickles and rubs. Dillion moaned in pure pleasure and leaned his body back against the boy for added support and a wonderful feeling of security. "See, it feels good, right?"
Dillion giggled and nodded. "Heh, you"re like my mommy," he said in a quiet daze.
"Um, thanks? Can you make your own now?" he asked and gave it a few more tickles. He even leaned in as some unknown force compelled him to give the shy boy a quick peck on the cheeks.
"I- I like you," Dillon stammered. "Um, I think I can. Do you need to do a no- um, a stickies too?"
"Yep! I"ll just be over here if you need me. Just don"t let the teacher know we did or we"ll be in trouble. Okay?"
"O- okay," he said and gave the boy a quick hug, pushing his throbbing, tiny erection into his shorts. Bill blushed, smiled and gave him a hug back.
Soon the boys had gone into a rhythm all their own, each hidden inside of their own stalls with the locks pushed in. Their breathing and panting was soon the only noise that could be heard in the bathroom while their bodies pushed and moaned into their stubby little and awkward to control hands. For they could barely count and draw, so rubbing their peepee"s to a full on ecstasy was quite the challenge; especially when the intense feelings of pleasure nearly sent them over the edge of oblivion to endless tickles and giggles.Bill"s technique consisted of rubbing his teeny peenie against the smoothness of his tummy back and forth which sent shivers up his spine every time the pleasure spiked even a tiny bit. Dillion, being new to it all, had to stick his tongue out in intense concentration while he awkwardly rubbed it back and forth from side to side. He wasn"t sure if he was doing it right and moaned in displeasure a few times.
"You gotta rub it up and down, not side to side. I used to do that by mistake and it hurts sometimes," Bill said rather sagely.
"Oh! Oh"¦." Dillon moaned suddenly and giggled. "T- thank you," he stuttered out in his cute little lisp and he said you"re welcome.
The panting and moaning soon turned to full on panting as the two exploded a torrent of sticky feeling, white colored liquid all over their clothes, hands, tummies and toilet seats. Stream after sticky stream of the stuff continued to pour from their penis holes, but on the surface, up above, a sudden transformation had been happening. The two boys, once finished, stumbled out of the stalls and looked at each other in confused glances. Their clothes had matured rather quickly, going from clothing clearly meant for still toilet training little kids, to button up shirts and dress pants. Their featured seemed far more mature and adult and, somehow, the sticky goo had completely vanished from their clothing and skin; though the toilet and floor didn"t go away unscatched. Blushing and still glancing around in a daze, they left the stalls and quickly ran back to the classroom.
Inside, Stephen watched the two grown up children walk back in, then suddenly recognized the two with a sudden gasp. THough if the teacher seemed confused, she barely gave them a glance.
"Boys, what"s wrong? Are you late for class again?" she asked suddenly, like it was a common occurrence for two fourth graders to burst into her first grade class.
Bill spoke up while Dillon looked around with a huge and sudden blush. "Um, yes. We were wondering if you could give us late slips since we, uh, helped out one of your little kids earlier. Right, Dillion?"
"Oh, um, yeah. I was helping Stephen find his way to his class and we got"¦ lost too," he stammered out and gave a shy smile up to the teacher.
"Fine fine, but is this true, Stephen?"
Stephen wanted to yell out no and scream it was alie, but then he remembered it all and Dillion gave him a very kind smile and a shy wave. He nodded, the slips were written up and soon the smiling boys were on their way out the door.
After dealing with the third math problem and feeling like his head couldn’t take anymore several scratches from his intense curiosity and immense confusion on the simple math, he heard a digitized bell ring from under the clock. Every single student suddenly lurched out of their seats and crowded around the door while grabbing balls, jump ropes and every other toy under the sun. A few boys had big yellow tractors and smiled gleefully at the massive sandbox and playground outside.
"Okay, recess everyone. Um, Stephen, don"t you wanna go play?" the teacher asked him, while scooting his chair out so he would get the message. He blushed and nodded and waddled over to the door.
He felt around his pants and felt as though something was wrong. Did these get thicker?! he asked while he lazily waddled outside to follow a few random boys. Then he stopped in his tracks and felt as though something was very wrong with his training pants. A very quiet hissing noise could be heard, muffled from his pants ass he soaked them in broad daylight. Feeling like he could simply die from embarrassment, he broke off from the new potential friends and hid inside of a giant red plastic tube off in the back. The warm wet feeling washed over his privates and soon, finally, the pissing had stopped.
Please don"t find me, please don"t find me, he thought with the intense blush. His hands felt into his penis which quickly sprang up inside, pushing against the dirtied and soggy yellow front of the now frowning Thomas the Tank Engine. He sighed and squeezed his legs together while leaning against the tube awkwardly.
"Hi!"
"Ah!" he screamed and fell over upon hearing a sudden scream to his right. He looked up and saw Jessica smiling down at him.
"Oh, sorry. What"s wrong? WHy you hidin"?" she asked rather innocently and climbed in to join him. She sniffed the air and frowned slightly. "Oh"¦ did you have an accident"¦" she said, doing a comically low whisper for his sake.
"N- no," he stammered and had she been an actual teen, she"d probably would have guessed this meant yes. But she nodded seriously then shrugged.
"THen what smells like"¦" she trailed off and giggled into her hands. "Peepee!"
"Um"¦ um, someone peed in the sandbox?" he guessed, hoping she would buy it.
"Ew! Was it a boy? Huh!" she said, while gasping. "Did you do it?!"
"N- no"¦ I saw, um"¦ another boy do it and ran off."
She nodded again. "Oh, you boys are silly," she said and slumped into the tube along with him, pushing her body into his. "So, what you doin"?" she asked, her cute sounding lisp sending a pleasurable tingle through his spine.
"Um, are you potty trained?" she said as if it were something normal to talk about.
"Y-yes," he said, feeling his bunched up and thick and soggy pull up push into his skin. I guess not though. he thought.
"Cool! Me too! Oh my gosh, it was soooo hard when my mommy kept asking me to use the toilet thing. I had to try so hard not to use my pampe- um, my pull ups!" she said enthusiastically, smiling dumbly up to him. Then she moved a bit and Stephen suddenly heard a rather loud crinkle making him doubt her previously statement. "Heh, I"m totally potty trained too. Heh, stupid little kids," she said nervously while glancing at a little girl in their class; the girl bent over revealing her very white pull ups to everyone. "Yep!"
"Um, okay. C- cool. Uh, now what do we do?"
"How about"¦ um"¦" Jessica muttered then suddenly trailed off as she placid smile slowly morphed into a timid frown. She stared at him and through the screaming and laughter of the playground, Stephen could hear a very quiet hissing noise coming just from his right. He looked back into Jessica"s eyes and it was like she was trapped in a hopeless daze and slowly, she smiled as bright as the sun.
"Oh, what did you say?" she asked with a dopey smile and began to rub her hands into her obviously soggy crotch.
"Di- did you just pee yourself?" Stephen blurted out.
"Wh- what?!" she shrieked at him and violently pushed him to the floor of the tube. "You- you rude boy!"
"What?! I heard your pissing! Don"t push me!" he exclaimed, feeling his heartbeat increase as he grew angry at her. How dare she! he suddenly thought then shook his head and took a few deep breathes. She"s just a dumb little girl"¦ just show her, he thought and sighed. "Look, I did too!"
"What?" she asked him, feeling dumbstruck.
He giggled and took her hand which was nearly yanked back from the shock of it all. But he was quick and got it to feel onto the very soggy feeling of the front of his shortalls. She reached back and, of all things, smelled her fingers and gasped.
"You did pee yourself!" she yelled, but luckily not loud enough for others to hear, he hoped.
"So did you," he said with his hands on his hips, giving her a smug smile.
"N- no I didn"t"¦" she said and trailed off while looking away bashfully. He rolled his eyes and, without any warning whatsoever, reached his hand into her padding and felt around.
"Okay I totally did"¦ I- I swear I know how to use the potty, just sometimes I"¦ I forget," she said with a shy smile.
"Oh okay, you don"t have to lie to me you know. Um, I"m Stephen by the way," he said held his hand you.
She giggled and gave him a high five. "You"re silly, Stephen. I already know your name; we sit by each other every day!"
"Oh, yeah," he said and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. "Um, should we go get changed?" he asked suddenly.
She shrugged. "Nah, ours are pretty thick. My mommy doesn"t like me getting changed unless it"s the end of the day; she says they expensive or somethin"," she said with a shrug. "Whatever that means," she said and suddenly began to pick her nose without any shame.
"Hehe, they"re squishy," he said, feeling the foggy and silly feelings come back. He squished his and then, because she let him, held his hand experimentally against the backside of her squishy padding. She giggled and relaxed into his hands.
"Oh, that feels cool!"
"Y- yeah," he said in his special little daze. "Um, c- can I feel your butt," he asked, feeling like his cheeks would catch on fire any second now.
"O- okay, ju- just keep rubbing it please," she pleaded, her pretty little eyes blinking in his direction with her goofy smile. He giggled and reached his free hand into the back of her skirt and through the leg holes of her pull ups. He felt around and tickled her bare tushy a few times while she giggled back like a squealing toddler. Suddenly, though, the bell rang and he reached his hand away like being caught with it in a very full cookie jar. They smiled at each other and rushed away from the tube.
"Mommy!" Stephen squealed while Jessica did the same to hers. They ran up and gave their respective mothers a very big hug.
"Hi sweetie, oh, who"s this?" she asked and smiled to the soggy and giggling girl.
"That"s um, Jessica! She"s really nice"¦ can she come over to play?" he asked, feeling like it was the very right thing to ask suddenly; again his rattled and foggy brain egging him on to more childish or infantile attitudes and actions. He rubbed it and felt as though it couldn’t possibly be any foggier than it was now.
"Hmm, maybe another time, baby. We"ve gotta get home and"¦" she trailed off and sniffed the air. "Ew, get my little boy changed and into a nice bath. You sure soaked them up big time!"
They all giggled at his blushing cheeks as he gave out a weak, "Did not"¦" he muttered but knew it was as true as the sky was blue.
"Sure, c"mon sweetie. Let"s get you home, say bye bye to your little friend," she said and Stephen waved to the smiling Jessica while he waddled over to her van. She opened the door and inside he found not only a rather large car seat, but a strange looking plastic tarp with smiling choo choo trains all over it.
"Hop onto your seat, baby. I draped this over incase of leaks, kind of tired of cleaning them." He pouted at her and she sighed. "Don"t be difficult, please. Be good and I"ll make sure you get a nice treat, uh, after your bath," she said while holding her nose from the stench of his now stale urine. He grumbled something about not being that much of a big wetter, but obeyed and was soon snapped in as they drove off. The stench from his training pants wafted into the car and his mother just had to rub it in as she rolled down the window and smiled at her pouting son.
"Oh don"t be that way, baby. You"ll get the hang of the toilet soon. Your pull ups can even be rather cute! Don"t you like THomas!"
He rubbed his head again and his thought felt muddled and sluggish. "Y- yeah! But He doesn"t need diapers!" he blurted out, then tried to imagine such a bizarre scenario; a train wearing and needing diapers. How would that even work and why"d he say it?!
She chuckled. "Nope, he doesn"t. But he"s also not my cute baby boy! Now be good and quiet for mommy while she concentrated on the road. You do want to be a good boy, right?"
He blushed and nodded, his eyes glazing over as he smiled up at her. "Y- yeah"¦"
"Good boy! Now, we"re almost home so try and hold in your potty for mommy; wouldn"t want to clean up another mess from your seat!"
The entire ride home, Stephen"s cheeks took on the form of some sort of ancient doll that had way too much makeup applied.
Stephen's Diaperality
by: 1magus | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 21, 2018
Stories of Age/Time Transformation