The Return to Innocence

Chapter 8
Chapter 8

The Return to Innocence - Part 8

by BBoy

After what seemed like an eternity standing on the walkway, Jeff awoke from his almost meditative state but did not take his thumb from his mouth. Standing in place he could feel the warm mess mould to his butt, suddenly and without warning his bladder also released sending more warmth spreading through his diaper.

Jeff was neither shocked nor disheartened by his sudden lack of toilet training. However the experience did not cause him the anguish he would have felt just a few hours earlier. Slowly he was adjusting to the situation and the role he now played seemed more familiar and a sense of contentment was slowly washing over him. Fnd for the moment was satisfied to be just over a year old.

Soon Jeff was back on his way into the house. He could feel the extra weight which bunched soggily between his legs and as it cooled, it was not the same comfortable feeling just a few short minutes ago. When he got to the front steps, they seemed much larger than he remembered. Swinging his leg up, his knee buckled and balance failed him completely as he fell back on his bottom. Jeff could feel the poo spread out across the inside of his diaper. The feeling in his diaper was quickly changing from bearable to uncomfortable as he found the mess more difficult to deal with. Now he know why his children cried soon after pooing in their diapers, he was right that they didn’t mind messing themselves at all but the enjoyment would soon wore off.

As he got back up he knew that this was a huge mess to clean up and would make him look all that more babyish in front of his wife. He doubted Margaret would let him out of diapers before a solution was found to the regression.

Jeff hung his head, not in shame, instead he was resigned that he’d need help changing ?his’ diaper. For the first time Jeff truly understood he was married to his diapers. No longer was the package the house supply of diapers but they were ?his’ diapers and now he longed to be put in a fresh clean one. As if his personality had snapped, something inside him decided his new life would be alright and he was safe. His diapers didn’t seem foreign but somehow normal and comforting. Without his new underwear, there would have been disastrous consequences in the crib, at the store and in the driveway. Jeff had reasoned that they were probably a necessity and to be tolerated.

As he scaled the steps and entered the house, there was an immediate response from Michael as he passed by the kitchen. “Mom! Jeffery really stinks!” Margaret stopped making dinner, picked up her new son and carried him back to the nursery. Jeff was dumped in his crib while Margaret went to start a bath. Jeff noticed his height had dropped since last night. Now he was eye level with the railing, it hadn’t been a huge loss in height but it was obvious the regression continued.

Margaret returned and gave Jeff a cursory cleaning before whisking him for to the bathtub. While in the tub Jeff noticed he was not given the opportunity to wash himself instead Margaret went about the process of cleaning all parts of his body. Once finished he was rinsed, lifted out of the tub and wrapped in a towel. From there he was brought back to the nursery where he was diapered and placed in a new red sleeper. He was now far happier and content than a few minutes earlier.

From there he was brought downstairs and deposited in his new high chair. Now it was Susan’s turn to feed her new baby brother. She tied a bib around his neck and proceeded to place pre-cut food in front of him on the chair’s tray. Jeff quietly began to eat his meal with his fingers while getting half of the food on his bib and the floor. Jeff watched as the rest of the family sat down and proceeded to eat their food, he was very jealous that they had meat and potatoes while he was stuck with far less interesting foods. Then Susan sat down with a jar of strained carrots and proceeded to feed the semi-solid food. After a couple of mouthfuls Jeff had enough of the substance but decided to bear the taste without of making a fuss. Instead he would talk to Margaret about the baby food.

Jeff was finished eating a few minutes before the rest of the family had completed their meal. The kids proceeded to clean up the dishes while Margaret picked up Jeff and brought his to the living room. She sat down and rested Jeff in her lap and produced a baby bottle filled with warmed formula. Jeff eye’s grew wide at the site but wasn’t given a choice as the nipple was placed in his mouth and he instinctively started to pull the formula from the bottle. He wasn’t really that shocked, after being diapered and treated like a baby a nipple bottle seemed pretty normal. About half way through the bottle Margaret was called to the phone, leaving Jeff to sit on the couch watching the news.

Margaret returned a minute later to find a very cute little boy finishing off his bottle, laying tucked into the arm of the couch focused on getting the last drops. She could tell he was done as he slurped on the ruminants. Throwing a towel over her shoulder she picked Jeff up and burped him. “Tim just called. Apparently Professor Leahy is back from vacation and wants to meet with both of you. He didn’t have much information other than to be at the lab for 10am.” Jeff was quite excited by the news, hopefully his boss would have a solution to the regression.

Jeff sat back on the couch and eagerly awaited the news updates at the top of the hour, but as the program began his bladder started to warn him of an urgent need to use the bathroom. Torn between getting to the bathroom and missing the hour’s top stories was too much for Jeff. He hadn’t watched, read or seen any news in a couple of days and as a self-declared news junkie he needed a fix. As the newscast began Jeff quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching, however he was safe from prying eyes. Before the little man had been able to rest back on the couch he began to pee in his diaper. For once he’d use his position and status as the family’s baby to his advantage.

Soon bedtime came and he was taken upstairs, changed and hoisted into the crib. Margaret made sure he was tucked in with a couple of fuzzy stuffed bears to keep him company. As soon as Margaret left the room Jeff pulled a bear close to him, put his thumb in his mouth and drifted off to sleep.

When morning arrived Jeff was woken by the sounds of his kids getting up and showering. Grabbing the bars of his crib, he hoisted himself up to a standing position. The soft footing of the mattress made standing difficult and he naturally grabbed for the bars for assistance these days. Looking at the railing he let out a sign of relief as his chin was still the same height with the crib. At least for the moment it seemed like the regression had stopped. Jeff felt a little better about his situation however he was still small and unfortunately very wet. The smell of stale pee surrounded him however for the moment he wasn’t miserable just a little uncomfortable.

A few minutes later, Margaret came charging into the room and busied herself at the changing table getting a fresh diaper, powder and cream prepared. “Good morning sunshine, I heard you getting up on the baby monitor. You slept in late this morning, obviously the changes in your body have finally caught up to you. You will definitely go down for your nap on time today.” Jeff looked over at the dresser and on top was an old baby monitor. The monitor reminded him there would be little privacy these days even in the solitude of his own bedroom.

Margaret lifted the little man on to the changing table and proceeded to clean him up and dress him for the big day. “Come on honey, let’s get moving we have a busy morning ahead of us. We are supposed to meet with Dr. Leahy.”

After getting dressed, Jeff was placed on the floor and left to toddle around the room. He made his way towards the mirror but fell half way there. As he stepped awkwardly forward his upper body didn’t seem to be in unison with his feet which couldn’t keep a steady pace. Each step seemed to be awkward as his arms swung around trying to keep his balance, but with one false step he teetered forward and landed on his knees. Determined to keep walking on his own, Jeff got on all fours, stuck his butt in the air and slowly got to his feet. He stood momentarily to gain his balance before tottering across the room. Jeff grimaced at his lack of balance but knew that if he got any smaller it could get much worse. When he arrived at the mirror a 15-month-old boy looked back at him. Even when looking at his reflection in the mirror he had a hard time accepting his new size.

Margaret picked him up and carried the toddler downstairs to the kitchen placing him in the high chair. Susan sat down in front of him and helped out by feeding him the baby his food. Jeff quietly accepted the pureed baby food without a fight. It was bland and without any real texture which made him grimace with each mouthful however he patiently accepted each mouthful until the bottle had been scooped empty. Finally Jeff was picked up and rested in Susan’s lap while he sucked on his nipple bottle.

After breakfast, the kids were sent off to school and Margaret was left to get her son ready for the trip to the lab. She packed his new diaper bag with lunch, diapers and extra clothes in case he made a mess. Soon they were both in the min-van and off to the lab. By the time they arrived Jeff was bubbling with excitement. Hopefully there was a plan to get him back to his normal age however if they were only able to get him partially restored it would be a success. Although being a baby had its moments, his adjustment was not without some frustration.

Soon Margaret parked the van and went around to the passenger door, removing Jeff and carrying him into the building. As they entered the building, Karen the gorgeous student almost ran over the two of them. Startled by the near collision she looked directly at Jeff and then at his mother, “Oh I’m sorry, I should have been looking where I’m going. You have a very cute son.” She tickled him under the chin and stopped to gaze into Jeff’s eyes and scan his face. “Do you have another son? Your little boy seems awfully familiar.”

Jeff was almost frozen with fear at the thought of being recognized, however Margaret seemed much more comfortable. Realizing that Jeff had been working in the building over the past week while his regression was in full swing, she needed to think quick. “Well yes I have a couple of family members who pass through here.”

“Well I guess that would explain it, I’d seen a couple of people this week that had to be related. I guess your other son is going to come here next year?” As the two adults chatted Jeff knew that Karen was still curious as there was a distant look to her eyes that caused him to believe she was thinking about something other than the immediate conversation.

Soon they entered the lab, where Tim was busy cleaning before the arrival of their boss. Tim poked his head up from behind the desk and stood there looking stunned at his diminutive lab mate. He slowly took in the small child who stood on the ground, if front of him. He wasn’t sure but Jeff might have been a little over a year old however the look from the baby’s eyes told Tim there was much more than a small child in there.

Finally Jeff took a few uneasy steps before toddling over to Tim, where he was still sitting with his mouth wide open. “Be careful or you will start drooling like me.”

Tim shook himself from the shock. “Uhh sorry I just didn’t expect to see you so young.”

Jeff looked up at the giant in front of him. “I didn’t expect to wook like dis either.” Suddenly wincing at the sound of his lisp.

Tim picked up Jeff and placed the child on his lap. As Jeff sat down he felt his diaper squish underneath him. “Mom...Margaret!”

Also noticing the state of the diaper Tim, patted the child on the shoulder, “ Margaret left the room a couple of minutes ago, let me take care of you. Don’t worry I used to change a lot of my bothers and sisters over time.” With that Jeff was hoisted up and placed on the lab’s counter. Tim grabbed the diaper bag, opened it up and removed the necessary items.

“Tim, I don’t think it necessary for you to do this. I’m sure Margaret will be back in a minute.”

Tim cut off his lab mate. “ Not to worry, I promise not to tell anyone. Lets get this diaper changed or that pee is going to stink. Besides I doubt you’d rather be wet when the Leahey gets here.”

With that Jeff was placed on the changing pad and laid on his back. The snaps on his pants made for quick entry and the next thing his diaper was off and his crotch and bottom wiped. With a new diaper fastened in place the process was finished. The last fasteners were attached and he gave the tot’s stomach a tickle sending Jeff into a laughing fit. “Oh pwease, no don’!” Jeff grimaced at his infantile speech.

Tim smiled at his charge “Sorry buddy but I couldn’t resist with the way you look.”

“No problem but please try to keep the tickling to yourself...and thanks for the change.” Jeff said with a sense of relief. “Did the Professor mention if he had a solution to the regression.” Jeff said with an air of excitement. “Nope, I talked with his wife Michelle. She asked if we could both be in the lab today for a meeting. I’ve been trying to contact Leahey for a week but no success. If anyone can figure this out it’s the Professor.” With that the two scientists sat back and discussed their activities for the past week.

About 10 minutes later the unmistakable clicking of Michelle’s high heels could be heard as she approached the lab. Jeff carefully maneuvered his way off the chair and proceeded towards the door when he stopped dead in his tracks.

First Margaret walked in carrying his folded playpen looking a little shaken. “Jeffery, look who I ran into in the hallway.” Following behind her was Michelle who came into the lab dressed in a casual blouse and slacks; her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Walking into the lab she was pushing a stroller, careful to avoid the experimental equipment stacked neatly beside the door. In the stroller was a 10-month-old boy in a white shirt with coveralls and little blue shoes. He was the epitome of cuteness as he sucked his thumb. Jeff looked up at Michelle, “I thought your son was almost two?” She looked down at Jeff and gave a little smirk, “Our son IS two.” Jeff a little confused looked at the infant, “Then who is...oh no! Professor Leahey?”

- to be continued.