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Stories of Age/Time Transformation
by: 1magus | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 21, 2018
Stephen wakes up in a fantastical, highly sexualized world filled with other adults who get treated like big babies, toddlers and even pre-schoolers. The world around him shifts and changes almost magically, but why? A Commissioned tale! (Contains suggested incest)
Chapter One
Stephen sighed and grumbled to himself as he let the extremely hot water soak into his body. He felt around the jacuzzi and let a massive torrent of bubbles hit his hands over and over as he tried to relax and think of nothing. However, anytime he tried to do this, a torrent of unpleasant and extremely unwanted memories, thoughts, feelings and even desires would assault his brain over and over.
I don"t wanna go to class tomorrow- why is it freakin" still monday?! he thought bitterly and then randomly dunked his head under the water. As he soaked and his body relaxed even further with a shudder of pleasure; his mind wandered yet again. Classes, work, bills- diapers, he thought. The last one, like always, made him pause and smile slightly. He"d always made time for his diapers and baby play dates with himself. They were a truly bizarre fascination, but he couldn’t deny how fun they were. Even as he thought about them, he wished his butt had a giant, adult swim diapers taped on so he could enjoy them while he soaked. BUt he grumbled and sighed. No swim diapers for adults, he reminded himself with even more bitter feelings.
I want to turn my room into a giant nursery- oh that would be so amazing. More diapers, a changing table, a crib"¦ he sighed and wished the jacuzzi could grow even warmer. A small twinge from his bladder answered his prayers and, without any warning, he let loose and felt his diaper area warm up slightly as he smiled pleasantly. The urine mixed in with the blue of the jacuzzi and soon it had vanished making him shake his head, wishing he could keep it close to him, in the confines of a diaper or some sort of infantile and pleasantly, crinkling protection. He splashed some water away angrily a few times, but soon he"d calmed down as the noise in the air turned again to the pleasant bubbles and calm crickets of static.
I just want to go back again"¦ it"s not fair. Daycare, he thought as images of himself (much younger) played out in his head; images of him playing in nothing but a wet diaper as he giggled with other children, playing without a care in the world. He smiled at the thought of him just toddling around in a massive playground, getting dirty from the sand and idly picking his nose, not caring who saw even as he munched on a quick snack of his icky, yet tasty boogers. He would ride down the big blue slide day after day. And, when he got older, he would still come back and play with his collection of hotwheels while finding great joy in watching them go down the slide. He could still hear the cars as they rattled down the plastic thing until they would fall into the sand with a loud crunch.
Wonder what happened to those cars"¦ he thought with another depressed sigh. A few of the stars above him twinkled in his vision and he laughed. "Wish I could just leave all of this behind and live it over again"¦" he said while feeling slightly silly. "Meh," he said a few moments later and sunk even deeper into the jacuzzi; his face just barely coming above the edge. "Meh"¦"
For the next ten or so minutes, Stephen felt content to simply soak in the looping jacuzzi noises and flowing hot water. After several more minutes of this, he blinked his eyes open and immediately tilted his head in utter confusion. "What the"¦" he trailed off as his brain tried to comprehend the bizarre sight just below him. He quickly examined the underwater lamp and, as it flickered ever so slightly, he gasped. At first he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but just below his feet was a massive hole. His breathing increased as his fight or flight response and the very second the water began to sink into it, he panicked and reached for the the edge of the stone rim of the jacuzzi as he barely was able to jump out. He caused a loud splash and felt his body got into shock from the sudden change of hot to cold.
Stephen panted again and watched as the remaining drips of water emptied into the deep, dark hole. "What the hell!" he screamed and stood up while shaking his head. He wanted to examine the hole further, but his body screamed for a towel. He ran over to the ornate glass table he’d left it on and quickly began to dry off. "What the fuck," he said in an angry grunt. "How did that happen?!" a dozen thoughts whirled through his mind. Would he have to fix the floor? Would he need to call someone? The final thought was to go and shut down the heater and jets and he did just that while haphazardly trying to dry off as his bathing suit dripped and dripped all over his towel. "Shit!" he exclaimed and turned a few levers before finally disabling the heat. He sighed and shook his head. "Shit"¦"
A few minutes later he was at the edge of the jacuzzi, leaning over the thing. The light remained on, but barely lit the inner rim and what had been the stone flooring. "Hmmm," he hummed and decided to kick a small rock down through it. He listened, but no noise followed. "I"m gonna have to call someone," he said with another tired sigh. "Another sucky thing about living on your own; no help from mommy or daddy," he jested slightly.
Shaking his head for the final time, he decided to just call it a night as he finally dried himself off completely. He clammered back into his house and started to walk upstairs to change. "Don"t think anyone"s gonna be open to call"¦" he muttered. As he walked, he spotted a few framed photos on his wall and smiled at them. In one, it depicted a much younger looking Stephen, busy playing in a massive sandbox; a torrent of memories came back to him, fresh as they"d been back in the jacuzzi. "Heh, that"s right, there"s that car," he said as he noticed one of his old hot wheels buried in the sand. "Good times."
He clammered into his bedroom and stripped, snuggled under his covers and laid down. His surroundings seemed far too hazy to focus on and, when his head hit his pillow, he was out for the night.
"Yeah- what part of "it"s a hole" do you not understand? What? Yes I"m sure- it"s right"¦ here." Stephen, in his shock of re-examining his stone clad jacuzzi dropped his cellphone and gasped.
"Hello? Sir? Are you still there?"
"Holy shit," he screamed as he witnessed what could only be visually described as a miniature portal in thin air. A streaming mixture of blues, greens, violets and other colors swim through a shimmering, purple looking, circular shape hole at the bottom of his jacuzzi. Stephen ignored the phone and stumbled forward; fear urging him to run, but his ever curious mind willing him to investigate. His body suddenly convulsed slightly and he gasped as he felt the atmosphere surround his body compress; as if gravity was shifting on itself. "What"¦ the"¦ hell!" he screamed and the portal convulsed too, pulling him in as he felt wind around him rush and his body was forcefully pulled deep into the portal. In a few moments, his mind went blank. The final things he heard before falling unconscious was a loud, pulsing pop.
Darkness. Several Times during his confusing journey, he tried peaking his eyes open, only to see the inevitable darkness in the surrounding, swirling mix of pulsing noises and the shimmering ocean of pure darkness. His body felt but a gel of cool, shimmering water; he tried moving through it, but all it did was make him swim into more everlasting darkness. He tried screaming or talking or calling for help, but no voice came. He could still breath, but just barely as it felt too thin, like climbing up a tall mountain with very little air. After several long, agonizing minutes of this, suddenly everything changed. A bright lights and torrent of wonderful colors surrounded him and, just as he was beginning to enjoy the odd sensation, it suddenly ended. He collided with the ground painfully and moaned.
After a few moments of panting he crawled a few steps and sighed, his chest burning from the sudden drop. "Ouch."
Stephen felt around his surroundings, finding it odd that his clothes only felt a little wet. "What was that?" he muttered and went to stand. As he did, he had to resist the urge to gasp yet again from his ever bizarre and changing environment. "This is"¦ this is"¦" he tried to finish the sentence, but just looking at his once prized and pristine hotwheels collection, all neatly put away inside his favorite plastic tire made his heart flutter with excitement. The door to his room shot open and his eyes widened in shock.
"Well someone"s up late. C"mon, lazy bum, you"ll need a bath before class," the voice of his mother proclaimed as she gave him a tender and kind smile. HIs mom, his honest to goodness mother was waiting for him to obey and get in the tub. She wore the same pinafore dress like she always did; the kind that made it look far too retro and nice looking: a real "mom"s dress". "Honey? Are you okay?"
"Uh, um, y- yeah," he stuttered. "Is this a joke?"
His mother shook his head, giving him a stern glare. "No joke, go get in the tub now or I"ll strip you myself! Come on!" she announced, clapping her hands and waiting for him to follow. Feeling an old instinct kick in, and knowing full well his mom would follow through, he quickly bounded out of the room and found the bathroom and tub from memory. He closed the door and hastily began to examine his clothes.
"If I don"t hear you scrubbing in five minutes, I"m coming in!"
Sighing, he looked in the mirror and shook his head in disbelief. He was dressed in a bright orange t-shirt with a collar around the neck and cuffs, each cuff a different color. On the front was a big, smiling dinosaur giving a thumbs up. His pajama pants adorned with different diapered Rugrats characters all screamed little kid. Panicking, he stripped them off and felt around his childish white undies with more cartoons on them; they were soaked only just at the front. He peaked inside, and knew full well what the stain had been. He gulped, took them off and hastily dumped his full body into the readied bubble bath.
"Good, now hurry up!" his mom commanded and he began to scrub his body from head to toes on auto-pilot while his mind tried desperately to keep up with his new bizarre reality. Or was it a dream? Feeling rather awkward using baby soap and shampoo on his overly hairy and very much adult body, he hurried up and quickly cleaned up before draining the tub completely.
"You"ve got clean clothes in front of the door, now move!"
Sighing, he dried himself off and was quick to grab the clothes, slipping them through the door so his mother couldn"t peak. He examined them and felt his heart flutter with slight excitement. "Wow," he said, turning the overalls in his hand around. He distinctly remembered wearing them all the time at school or whenever he"d go out on the playground. It was a pair of jeans strung up with straps going around which would cover his shirt. He chuckled slightly upon seeing his brand new looking Ren and Stimpy orange colored shirt to wear. Shrugging, he grabbed a pair of tighty whities and began to slip them on; still feeling weirded out by the immense physical size of all of his clothing.
"What the hell"¦" he muttered upon feeling an odd tingling sensation around his groin area. As he finished lifting them up fully, he gasped. He felt around hsi penis and, to his utter astonishment, only felt his penis. "My pubes"¦" he said, feeling totally shocked by the sudden loss of them. He glanced around, finding his remaining body hair to feel tingling, but it was still there.
A sudden knock on the door made him jump. "Honey? Do you need help putting your overalls on?"
"N-no," he stuttered nervously. Please don"t come in- I don"t need you seeing my penis! he thought frantically and quickly reached for his overalls.
"Okay, hurry up then!"
"K!" he yelled back and quickly donned the lovely things. I love these, he thought, remembering just how many times he"d worn them to school alone. As he brought them up his legs, he noticed that, the hair too on them began to vanish in an instant. He smiled with glee and shook his head in disbelief. "Wow"¦"
He also slipped his new shirt on and finally buckled both of his fastens and made sure they were secured tightly. Looking in the mirror and feeling all around, the brand new sensations of losing all of his manly body hair was simply a night and day difference. "Is this a dream? No"¦" he suddenly decided, knowing full well just how a dream would feel and make him think. Dreams really didn"t make you think at all, he decided. It was real. But how? he thought suddenly while shaking his head in pure disbelief.
He wanted to stare at the mirror all day, but knew his mother always meant business when it came to getting ready for class. He could barely comprehend that he would be going back to class and wondered, deep down, if perhaps she"d gone insane. Could be a huge prank but"¦ his mind trailed off as he opened the door and was practically dragged out by his mom.
"Shoes on, march! I"ll be downstairs by the car, hurry!" she said and marched away.
He nodded and, in a daze, stumbled into his kiddie styled room. Spotting his shoes, he reached down for them but suddenly stopped. "No way," he said as his eyes lit up in shock. The shoes, upon further examination, simply shouldn"t exist at all. Every kid had to have one, every kid on his block and every kid in school. Commercials for them would run day after day until it had been everything that everyone in class talked about. "Light up shoes," he said as his hand traced along the freshy stitched velcro covering. Hesitantly, he reached out and undid the straps on them their velcro making a loud crunching noise as he did. Stephen picked up his Lion King socks and donned them, feeling the remaining hair on his body simply vanish, with the exception of any on his head. His mind tingled with pure excitement as he finished his childish outfit with the adult style velcro shoes.
"It"s not a prank"¦ what is this?" he asked, but jumped in shock as his mom honked the car horn impatiently.
"Let"s go!" she yelled through his window and he dashed from his room; every step from his brand new childish shoes sending tiny fireworks of excitement through his mind. Anything seemed possible now: anything.
"Okay let"s go," his mom said and swung the car door wide open. Stephen"s cheeks flared to life upon seeing the enormous children"s car seat just waiting for him. To make matters worse and, quite even more embarrassing, seated on the plastic thing was a waterproof looking plastic wrapping in case of accidents. Blushing even more, he grudgingly climbed into the thing and let his mother buckle him in. He moved around on the plastic wrapping awkwardly as his mother giggled upon the sight.
"Sorry, hun, you can take that off. Nearly forgot you haven"t had an accident in months," she said, as if it were the most normal thing to discuss with her fully adult son.
"O-okay," he stuttered and swiped it away. How did she even lift me? I"m huge compared to her! he thought suddenly while shaking his head.
Stephen worked on automatic on the way to class; his mommy having none of it when he insisted he ride up front and soon they were off. All tension surrounding his mom seemed to wash away the second the car started and he could simply tell that they would probably make it right on time. Oh"¦ what the heck? he thought as he felt around his now hairless crotch and new undies. He noticed, the rougher the road got, the more his awkward belts from the carseat continued to pull and tug and, on one occasion, shove into his penis. He rubbed it to stop the pain but nearly moaned out loud from the sudden, but not fully unwelcome spike of euphoric pleasure. He blinked then suddenly remembered just how sensitive his penis had felt once before back when he had been as little as his mother was apparently treating him. He bit his lip and looked up at his mother and smiled upon seeing her busy messing with the radio and humming to herself.
Perfect, thought and rubbed his fists together. Weird dream, but may as well enjoy it, he thought again and, without much thought, began to hump the front of the belts that had been restraining him in the entire car ride. On and on he wasn’t, feeling his tiny peepee grow ever slightly larger into his new undies. If he wasn"t mistaken,either, he felt a tiny trickle of liquid squirt out, telling him that his "pre" was ready. He giggled a bit and tried to pleasure himself even more, but gasped as he suddenly realized that time had slipped through his fingers; the van door slid open suddenly revealing his mom.
Feeling like a kid who"d been caught with his hands in a cookie jar, he yanked his hands away from his crotch and smiled up at his mommy. He glanced around behind her and had to resist the very powerful urge to gasp for probably the fourth time that day. Dozens upon dozens of "kids" his age, height and size were all playing around on a massively constructed playground. It"s huge, he thought, looking at the monkey bars and thinking that even a military grade course meant for training troops would be small in comparison. A series of insanely tall slides, slides tall enough to reach above even the tallest trees in the yard were all around with various "kids" playing on them. They’d been built so tall and took up so much room, that it didn"t surprise Stephen upon noticing a series of rope bridges to play on which connected every slide to one another. It was a massive fort, a childlike thing of wonder and construction meant for giant kids like him, apparently. Dozens of massive sandboxes were at their feet, each connecting to one another and, for the smallest of the "tots", they contained tons of massive toys and tubes to play in and hide around. It was an amazing sight of wonder and joy, something Stephen wished he could go to now to explore; even if it was just in a dream, it just seemed like too much fun to pass up. But then he looked down and couldn’t help but blush upon feeling his massive penis push into his tighty whities.
Even behind it was yet another fort, and though he had to squint just to see, he could swear that the adults playing on that wore big diapers and were half naked to boot. "Hmm, honey, do you need a sticky?" he heard his mother say suddenly as she pointed to his bulging crotch.
"A- a wh- what?" he asked, stuttering like he had a massive nervous twitch. Thoughts and ideas whirled through his mind on what she could possibly mean by "a sticky", but he had a good idea once she reached for his overalls and began unbuttoning them. "Hey!" he said, but his mother"s insane strength forced his hands to his side and she gave him a stern glare. He gulped while feeling a sudden urge to shut up and obey his mother; a primal instinct and feeling he hadn"t felt in ages, or at least a decade. You listened to mother, it was just how things were done for "good boys".
He bit his lip harder while she busied herself by undoing his straps and suddenly pulling down his pristinely white underwear for the world to see. His penis shot straight up, urging it to hump onto something, anything, even his mother. He blushed, felt a cool rush of air washs over his penis and glanced nervously at the other "kids. But if they noticed, no one seemed to pay the bizarre sight and mind. The kids didn"t look over when his mother pulled his undies down fully, nor when she wrapped her hand firmly over his shaft and of course, no one batted an eye or pointed when she began rubbing his penis over and over.
"Does my big boy need to do a sticky? Hmm?" she asked in a rather condescending, but not unwelcome, pleasureable tone.
"Um," he moaned, lost in the pleasure haze that had only just began, "y- yeah," he said, feeling a small spike of guilt from getting so turned on by his own mother! Dream or no, it just felt wrong, though the pleasure that he felt when she tickled the head of his glands felt so amazingly correct!
She giggled as his entire body writhed in pleasure, his penis trying to hump her faster and faster. "Aw, I know you love it when mommy helps you like this, don"t go blushing baby. Your teacher says you blush far too much for a little boy."
"My- my teacher?" he asked timidly, feeling like the world meant nothing to him. Only pleasure, only his mommy helping him "make a sticky", only that mattered and it just felt too right to be wrong.
"Ah, I see young Stephen is actually getting some sticky time," a young sounding, petite lady announced just behind the masturbating duo. To Stephen"s utter astonishment and horror (and a bit more pleasure), she didn’t stop, instead she hummed and smiled while pumping his red coated penile skin harder and faster; even panting a bit.
"Yes, well," she paused to pant for more air, "he"s a growing boy!" she said with a small cackle.
The redheaded teacher leaned in to suddenly inspect his mother"s technique and smiled. "Ah, good, so many parents these days just don’t know the best pleasure spots on their sons and daughters. It"s baffling really- how does a parent not know how to give their rambunctious children stickies?" she asked with a snort.
"I suppose why bother when the school district has to- well, when they over react or throw a tantrum," his mother said as she tickled his hardening penis a few times, making him giggle a bit. "A good sticky always takes care of that," she said while smiling even wider.
"Indeed," she said and smiled as she walked off. "Having fun, little Stephie?"
"Y-yeah," he stuttered out while his penis nearly exploded for the second time, but his mother knew how to pleasure!
While she continued, she glanced up at the teacher and then out to the massive playground. "So, any new kids get in trouble? I heard those twins kept trying to sneak into the Tot Lot with the toddlers so they could prank them?"
Stephen's Diaperality
by: 1magus | Complete Story | Last updated Mar 21, 2018
Stories of Age/Time Transformation