Part 1 I had hoped that Nia would restore my proper age very soon after she laid me on the table and took the ruined pull-up off my waist, but it turned out that my prison sentence as a tiny, pathetic toddler had just begun. - After wiping off my bum, and sprinkling fresh powder to cover up the remnants of the red marks from when she spanked me, which was an incredibly humbling and embarrassing experience, she would only cause my fear to spike. - “I only bought a few pull-ups, and you filled this one with so much smelly muck that it’ll take weeks to wash. Poop yourself again, and I’ll be forced to buy you some proper diapers.” - “WHAT!? But I awm an adult, you shouwdn’t be making me wear pull-ups, wet awone actual baby diapers! I am owder than you! Besides, I am going tah’ be an adult again soon, wight?” - Her smirking glare told me everything. My original plan to be an adult again by the afternoon, or even that night, was dashed. Nia clearly had no problem keeping me as a shrunken, pull-up-parading toddler for much longer, no matter how much I disagreed with it. - Instead of the humiliating, poopy mess being the end of the humiliation, Nia draped me into a fresh, purple, just as crinkly pull-up, and set me down without a single answer as to how soon I would get to see my adult self in the mirror again. - Every second I felt the pull-up smothering my waist, I wanted to rip it off and demand that Nia let me wear some proper clothes, instead of waddling around in my padding, but my ass still stung too much for me to have the courage. Whether I wanted to accept it or not, I was at Nia’s mercy, and she was free to force me into wearing the pull-up along with taking pictures of me suffering in it. - I would scream and pout when I began to get tired, which was much earlier than usual, and she brought me into her room to show me a small, barred crib. Even though I resisted as much as my tiny, weak body could allow, Nia was able to scoop me up, place me down into the crib, and I was trapped inside of the cage, tucked under heavy blankets, like an actual baby. Climbing the bars was futile. - My hope turned towards having my adult form back after 24 hours, which quickly turned into days, suffering in a pull-up-wearing body, as I was forced into a new routine at my own house. - Every day I woke up in the crib, saddened to feel my body still shrunken, and wearing a humiliating pull-up full of the sloshing, disgusting contents of my bladder I now found myself unable to hold. With my jumping attempts to escape the crib only causing the warm urine in my pull-up to splash back and forth, each morning I was forced to wait for Nia to come and change me out of my wet pull-up. Some times, she would even leave me sitting in the puddle of my own trickling bladder fluid until it was near afternoon, when breakfast was starting to cramp in my bowels. - Once Nia returned it, I was able to properly use the training potty to avoid filling another pull-up with warm mush, but there were several humiliating close-calls. Nia often placed me in the embarrassing playpen with all of the baby toys, with the plastic toilet out of my reach, and on some occasions she would be too busy with work to immediately let me out so that I could do my business. Several times, I would have a load of smelly poop just barely about to slide through my rectum into my diaper, and Nia waited until last minute to let me out of the playpen, usually in tears. - “Remember - One more messy pull-up and you’ll have proved that you aren’t potty trained.” - It was embarrassing to have to ask my former roommate to let me use the babyish training potty, but the worst part was how often my wet pull-ups needed to be changed. Whenever I was given a juicebox, which Nia would hand me instead of the beer I once drunk, I would try my hardest to hold it in, but there would always be leaks that I'd disgustedly be forced to ask Nia to change me out of. Even when I wasn’t trapped in the playpen or crib, and was hurrying to the potty, I would find myself with a warm stream of urine trickling into my pull-up long before sitting down. - Besides my onsetting incontinence, Nia would constantly take care to remind me of my new status as a short toddler. Whenever I got bored enough to start playing with one of the baby toys, it would be several minutes before I would catch her behind me, camcorder in hand. She would hang my colouring book pages up on the fridge, and whenever I asked for the TV remote, she would happily put on a patronizing, preschool-level program for me to watch. - Obviously, every time I was forced to wet myself, escape crossed my mind, but Nia kept me reminded what little choice I truly had. Even if my two-foot-tall body could get a grip on the front doorknob, where could I go? All of the other houses within range of my tiny walking speed would tell Nia where “her child” had gone in a heartbeat, and it’s not like I could drive my car or explain myself to a bus driver in this situation! Nia truly had me trapped here, with all the spankings, wettings, and diaper-dependence included. - There was only one true hope for escape before Nia decided I had earned it, and it laid on the lectern beside Nia’s bed, just out of reach every night when I slept in my crib. The glowing, leather-bound tome that Nia had originally read from when she turned me into this. I suspected that the original reason Nia had kept me in a crib was this reason - so that I could not reach the book and discover how to turn myself back. - And as each day went on, I became more and more tempted to take a peek at what it would take to reverse this spell. ----- Every day, I would angrily ask Nia when I would be returned to my adult form, missing my friends and even my job, but she would always shrug it off. Weeks would pass and I sadly got used to the schedule of torment, until one day Nia suddenly picked me up and sat me down in a high chair. - “HEY! What aww you doing!? I cawn eat nowmawwy! I have been doing that fine!” I kicked my legs. How I missed being able to escape my own roommate deciding to pick me up… - “I found some extra stuff in the fridge from when you pulled your stunt on me, Kaiden.” She slammed down the high chair tray over me. “Since it’s going to go to waste otherwise, I figured we might as well use it up.” - “WAIT, NO!” I gulped nervously as she started digging through the fridge covered in my babyish drawings. When I had originally forced Nia to poop her diaper on camera, I had more plans for when I had trapped her in the high chair, but after drinking from the first bottle of milk, her brown, lumpy diaper was so disgusting that I allowed her to have the key early. I had hung on to the extra milk and food for a later prank, which meant… - “Hmmmm… we’ll try mashed carrots today.” Nia smirked, pulling out the small jar of baby food, and a bottle of milk in her other hand. - “I CAWN’T EAT THAT! I’M AWN ADULT! COME ON!” I struggled in the high chair, unable to free myself, as she placed the milk bottle in the microwave and stepped towards me with the jar of disgusting, mushy-looking baby food. “I HAWVE BEEN EATING WIKE NOWMAL AWW THIS TIME!” - “Calm down, only doing it once. Unless it’s fun, at least.” Nia scooped a spoonful of the mush and shoved it in my face, forcing me to look at the disgusting, orange slop that she was expecting me to eat. - “Thewe is no way that I awm eating baby f-” - Right after I opened my mouth, the spoonful of mashed carrots mixed with other, gross vegetables was shoved in, violating my tongue with a foul, awful sensation. Very quickly, just to get it over with, I swallowed down the food. - “Good boy.” She teased me, scooping out another spoonful. I regretted buying an adult size jar. - I made a grossed out face, cheeks red hot in humiliation that this was seriously happening, and elected to keep my mouth shut this time. - “Come on, little one…” She pushed the spoon against my face, getting a bit of it on me, but I just pouted. The first bite was already gross enough, there was no way that I would willingly eat an entire meal of this muck. - “...looks like somebody needs another spanking.” Nia smirked, and my eyes went wide as the thought of having my bare ass pounded again forced its way into my mind. It was embarrassing to feel so easily constrained, especially by Nia, but… - “NO! PWEASE NO-” My mouth was once again filled with mushy carrots, and I sniffled as I slowly forced the tripe down my throat, unable to avoid the awful taste. - “Much better.” Nia ruffled my hair as I kicked my legs in disgust. The two bites had barely even filled my stomach, despite destroying my appetite. - I pouted in disdain the entire time, but knowing that another spanking would be much worse than eating some baby food, I continued gulping each spoon down and opening my mouth for Nia to insert another. I couldn’t even believe that this is what my life had come to! Just a few weeks ago, Nia was in this same high chair, completely at my mercy, and now she’s spoon feeding me the very same mash I had planned to give her! She wasn’t even letting me hold the spoon myself! - After slopping a large amount of carrots down my throat, my stomach began to hurt with fullness. I groaned and winced, now feeling like I was about to explode from how much baby food I had swallowed. - “Ew… i-isw’t that burp! enough? I’m full…” I tried to pry the high-chair’s tray up so that I could escape, but it was too strong for my little arms. - “Just a couple more spoonfuls. You’re almost through the entire jar.” - I was humiliated to have been force-fed so much mush, but just so that it would be done quickly as my tummy cramped, I let Nia reach the bottom of the jar. - “Thewe… awwen’t I done yet?” - Instead of releasing me from the high chair, I watched Nia reach into the microwave and pull out the tall, clear bottle of warm milk. - I shook my head. - “No, pwease! I’m awweady full!” I kicked my legs as she slipped the nipple onto the bottle and placed it down on my tray. - “It’s going to go to waste if you don’t drink it, squirt. Swallow it real quickly and you’ll be done eating for the day.” - I rolled my eyes and sighed in frustration as I slipped the nipple of the heavy baby bottle into my mouth, and started sucking spurts of milk into my mouth to wash down the baby food. Even though I was never fond of the taste of milk, after a few long sips I began to feel better. My belly no longer hurt from the baby food, which I thought was a good sign until… - Brrrrt~[/i][/color] All of a sudden, there was a harsh welling up within my bowels, and with my eyes wide I ripped the bottle from my mouth. - “NIA, NIA, I weally need tah’ poop!” - “What you need to do is finish that bottle, Kaiden.” Nia calmly responded, holding the tray down so that I was completely stuck in this high chair. - “C-Can’t I finish blrrrrt[/i][/color] after?” Wet farts began to rip their way from my bowels as I desperately squirmed back and forth in the high chair, making my pull-up loudly crinkle. - “Just hold it. You’re already a quarter way through that bottle.” - “B-But…” I whimpered anxiously as my bowels continued to growl from how much baby food was being made into mushy poop inside, and resorted to continuing to down the milk. - My panicked suckling sounds were almost as loud as my smelly farts as I did my potty dance in my high-chair. Each long gulp of warm milk caused my bowels to cramp more and more, indicating another large, disgusting load of poop. - The next time I looked over my half-finished bottle to Nia, I could see that she now had her video camera out. I wanted to yell at her for recording me in this state, with heavy gas erupting from within my body, but I was desperate to finish guzzling down this bottle before I had a bad accident. - The taste of milk grew even more disgusting than the baby food as I swallowed down more and more of it, knowing that it was almost instantly flowing to my stinging bladder and bowels. I choked a few times from how fast I was trying to down the bottle, which only caused more delays in the long run. - By the time I had a quarter of the milk left, I winced and felt my bladder release its contents. The steady flow of warm pee, soaking the inside of my pull-up and splashing back and forth whenever I moved, trickled from my bladder at the same rate I drank. I was now groaning and crying as more emphatic, noxious farts filled the room with their awful odour, desperate to be freed and get to the training potty before my diaper became filled with something much grosser than my urine. - Eventually, I forced the last drop of warm milk into my belly, and threw the bottle to the ground, kicking and squirming as my bowels now sounded like a hurricane. The hissing as I was forced to load my diaper with my own pee refused to stop. - “PWEASE! PWEASE, WET ME DOWN!” I sobbed to Nia as she took her time lifting up the high-chair tray and lowering me back down to the ground. - I hurried my little legs across the room, terribly foul farts erupting with each step I took, towards the practice potty. My bowels had never felt so full and desperate for release in my entire life, and I just hoped that the little plastic toilet would be enough to hold it all. - When I made it to the little toilet, and bent over to lift up the lid, my bowels cramping up an angry storm behind me, my muscles gave out for a split second. - SPLAAAAAART![/i][/color] Something warm, mushy, and solid dropped into the back of my pull-up. - The instant smell as I pooped my pull-up was horrendous, but I had hoped for Nia to not notice. I could still get away with this! - As I felt the first load of warm muck sliming down my ass, held tight by the diaper, I turned around to sit down on the toilet, only for Nia’s foot to once again close the lid. - “What do you think you’re doing, little one?” - “G-Going pott- Frrrrrrt![/i][/color]” Unable to properly get on the practice potty, I was forced to feel more loads of warm poop start piling up in the seat of my diaper, loudly squelching and oozing. - “I told you that if you go poopy in your pull-up again, no more practice potty.” Nia giggled as I put my fingers under the toilet lid, using all my strength to try and open it, which only caused more hot sludge to slide its way out of my bowels into my diaper, once again forming a thick layer of brown mush that I was forced to feel between my bum and the diaper. - “BUT- BUT-” My eyes popped as more stinky loads crammed themselves into my already-loaded pull-up, the smell of ingested carrots filling the air. - “That’s right - your butt is proving that you need to be in something a bit stronger than just a pull-up.” - “Y-YOU FED ME OLD B-BABY FOOD AND MIL- BLORT![/i][/color]”Swampy, milky poop sliding out of my bowels started to form a sloppy puddle between my legs, making a disgusting squelch![/i][/color] noise each time I moved my legs and felt it smear. I was forced to continuously feel my pull-up grow heavier and squishier by the second, physically unable to stop dumping slop into its seat no matter how much I hated to be caught on camera shitting my pants. - “Now let’s get you changed before that pull-up can’t hold your stinkies any more.” I tried to squirm away as my bowels started to calm down, but as always she lifted me right into the air, and I felt the contents of my diaper squish and squelch back and forth to remind me that I had just filled it with mucky mess for the second time. - She carried me into the bathroom and laid me on the changing table she had installed, and I was forced to sink into my own mushy mess as she sat me down. I doubted that I could even stand back up with such a heavy, well-used diaper around my waist. - Nia pulled a puffy, white, disposable baby diaper out from under the sink, crinkling it in my face. - “I’M NAWT WEARING THAT! I DOW’T NEED TAH’ USE DIAPEYS!” In defiance, I kicked my legs, but as I felt the mess sludging around in my pull-up, I quickly stopped. - “You’ve dumped your baby stinkies into your pull-ups on two occasions already, Kaiden. If you can’t last that long, it’s clear that you aren’t ready for pull-ups yet. Maybe in a couple of years.” - “DOW’T YOU DARE!” - “Do you like sitting with a poopy bottom?” Nia smirked, squishing the thick load of poop in the back of my diaper against my bum, causing me to wince in embarrassment. “I can just leave you in this for a day or so, if you don’t want a diaper now.” - “EW!” I shook my head angrily at the thought of being left a second longer with such a full, smelly diaper around my thighs. “Change me, but-” - “It’s decided, then.” Nia slid my destroyed, permanently-stained-brown pull-up down my legs, toss it into the garbage, and despite all resistance from me not wanting to be in an actual diaper, I would soon feel even thicker padding wrapping my waist. - “I’ll pwove I dow’t need it!” I sniffled as I saw her start taping my new diaper shut. - “You already proved it, Kaiden. No more training potty - you’re going to be both peeing and pooping yourself 24/7 from now on.” She lifted me up and placed me back down on the ground. - “NO! I CAWN GO POTTY WIKE AN ADULT, I PWOMISE!” I hurried out of the bathroom back to the plastic toilet, at a much slower speed now that my diaper was so much thicker. The crinkle sounds were much more pronounced now, as well, each step reminding me of how embarrassing it was to be wearing this thing. - At least I was no longer sitting in my own swampy mess. - “It’s pretty clear that you have been struggling to make it to the potty anyway,” Nia smiled, citing the dozens of times I had to beg for her to carry me out of the playpen. “Now you can just relieve yourself in your pants. Much simpler, and cuter, at that.” She played with my hair as I pouted in my new diaper. - “There ish no way I will actuawwy use this stupid diaper…” - “Good luck with that.” She picked up the training toilet and placed it up on a shelf. ----- I would spend the rest of my day pouting as Nia took pictures of my diapered bum, undoubtedly telling all of my former friends how I had been demoted from training pull-ups to thick baby diapers because I had failed to avoid pooping myself again. - Just feeling the thick padding was an embarrassment. My legs were now spread way apart, and after the padding started to itch, I would realize that the tapes were several times stronger than my pull-up’s buttons had ever been. - It was embarrassing to process, but my only comfort anymore were the colouring books. No more phone, no more friends, just a bunch of baby toys and diapers. I had to keep drawing to blow off steam and avoid throwing another fit, which I knew only made me look more childish and landed more rough spanks against my ass. - Colouring also allowed me to forget how hungry I was growing in spite of how much baby food I had eaten, but eventually, just before bed, I had to dejectedly ask Nia to feed me again. Frustrated and grossed out, I refused to even think about what would come from eating again now that I was in proper diapers. ----- Dinner was less painful than lunch, and, as I had gotten used to, my body was ready for sleep by sunset. When Nia lifted me up into the air, to carry me to my crib, I felt my bladder burst again, and with an annoyed look I felt my urine start leaking from within my body to be absorbed by my padded diaper. - “C-Cawn you change me befowe bed?” I dejectedly was forced to ask her, as I felt a large wet stain begin to form in the front of my diaper. Looking down, I could see that the white padding was fading to a gross yellow as I helplessly continued to feel my pee trickle out of my body. - “In the morning. Just go in your diaper, little one.” Nia smirked at me as she lowered me down into the crib. - “COME ON! DIS IS SO GWOSS!” I whimpered, trying to stay out of the crib as my soaked diaper held the warmth of my pee against my crotch. At this point, it had become a rare occurrence that I wouldn’t go to bed in a puddle of my own urine, but doing it in a thick diaper was way worse than a pull-up! I could feel my own pee forming a large stain in the diaper, making it increasingly obvious that I had wet myself! - “You’re the one doing it, aren’t you?” She laughed, placing blankets over me and leaving the room. Despite my disgust, I would be laid to bed in a peed diaper. - I sighed sadly and turned away, staring at Nia’s magical book that had regressed me, hoping that I could sleep it off. The amount of “naps” my toddler form needed was degrading, but it at least meant that a wet diaper couldn’t force me to stay awake all night. I closed my eyes, and started to drift off. - ...Only for a disruptive gurgle~[/i] to barge in the way. - My adult instinct as my bowels began to cramp was to stand up, head to the bathroom, and painlessly return to bed, but I was trapped in a crib that Nia had no intentions to remove me from. - “No… no…” I mumbled, half asleep, kicking my legs and crinkling my wet diaper. My bowels refused to let up, no matter how much I wanted to sleep, and my body was so tired that I was barely able to clench. “Not now, not now…” - Frrrrrrrrt…[/i][/color] With a series of wet farts, I excreted load after load of hot mush into the seat of my diaper for the second time in one day. Even though the disgusting sensation of being forced to unload my bowels and feel it slopping around in my diaper was enough to wake me up, once I began pooping myself there was no stopping. - And now that I was in a diaper meant to be pooped in, and my grunts and growls refused to stop the onslaught of sticky, slimy sludge filling it, it bulged out behind me a few inches to hold all of it. In the mirror above Nia’s lectern, I was forced to watch my diaper form heavy lumps in the back as thick, mushy loads crammed their way into it. Instead of maintaining its colour, like my pull-up had, as I continued kicking and feeling the poopy slop slide out of my anus into my diaper, its entire form became brown and gross. - I sniffled as the squishy mess grew and I was helpless to do anything about it but let the smelly farts continue to rip and the hot muck start to peeter out. It was as if my body was operating on its own, producing and pushing out poop without any input from me in the matter, and the large lump on my bum was proof that I was helpless to hold it in. - Draping my blanket over myself wouldn’t help. The large, full nappy would let Nia know that I had pooped my diaper in bed. Not to mention the horrendous smell of a wet, messy diaper, which was several times worse than it ever had been with a pull-up, and the loud squishing sounds whenever I moved a single inch in my crib. - And the book taunted me. If I was adult sized, I would be able to reach over and grab it through the crib bars, but right now it was just a few inches away. If I were just able to reach the book, I could discover the reversal spell, turn myself back into an adult, and use the book to humiliate Nia, but I just barely couldn’t reach. Instead, I was stuck here, sitting in a crib, my own disgusting excrement sliming and smearing down my ass thanks to the baby diaper holding it there, and there wasn’t anything to do about it until Nia decided to come and change me. - I had messed myself, and for the foreseeable future, it seemed that Nia would be forcing me to do it over and over. Whenever I’d have to take a dump, I’d be forced to go in my pants and carry it around with me, the bulging brown stain showing Nia that I had been unable to hold my bowels. This was the complete opposite of the way that things were meant to happen. Nia was supposed to be the one suffering in pooped diapers, begging me for salvation from her warm, squishy prison of warm mush… did that mean that I actually was a baby? What kind of grown-up finds himself like this? - No... of course not! I may have messed myself a few times, but once I’m an adult again, Nia will face much scarier punishment! And it starts with that book! I had to be able to reach that tome and change myself back!... Right? - If I didn’t, I’d be forced to sleep in a crib and repeatedly load my diapers full of smelly mud for the rest of my life. ----- Unfortunately, such an endeavour was easier said than done. - As I would find out after waking up, still feeling my butt slathered in dried poop and forced to wait hours for Nia to wake up and change my diaper, and being carried out to breakfast, Nia keeps her room locked during the day. And since I was unable to reach the book during the night, thanks to the bars of my crib, I had to pull this off when Nia wasn’t watching, during morning hours. - In other words, I needed a key. - She could have been lying, but every time she picked me up, sat me on her lap, and pulled back the elastic of my diaper to see that I had indeed messed myself, I was quite sure that a key could be seen in the drawer of her desk. I would never be too careless to stare at it, though, knowing that if Nia finds out about my plan, she could easily move the book to somewhere that I was completely unable to reach. - Such as the top shelf, where she had left the training potty after forcing me into disposable diapers. - I would stare at it, desperately trying to get it down, but it was nearly three times my height off the ground. The only alternative to constantly filling my diapers with large loads of warm, squelching mush was out of my reach, and Nia smirked every time she watched me tire myself out in attempts to reach the top shelf. - Meanwhile, as I conspired to turn myself back into the strong, potty-trained adult I was meant to be, I had become the house’s resident pamper pooper. The days when I bullied Nia for her PTSD bladder troubles seemed long behind me every time she forced me to eat a large meal, or drink down a baby bottle, and within an hour would be sitting in my playpen with another load of warm poop smothering my bum, held there by my unremovable diaper. - Each time, I would try to hold it in for the entire day, as if I would ever gain access to a toilet anyway, but barely last ten minutes before BLORT![/i][/color] A stinky, mucky mess would begin to heap itself in the seat of my diaper. Flrrrrt! Splortch![/i][/color] For a while then on, I’d cross my arms in disgust, waiting load after load for the contents of my bowels to finally finish cramming my pampers. By then, my diaper would have grown very heavy and deformed to the point where it looked like a brown watermelon was inside of my blemished diaper. - Sometimes, if I had done something “naughty” or simply because she was feeling playful, Nia would wait a while before freeing me from my slop-filled diaper. She would say that she was “busy on the phone,” or that I need to “make sure you’re done making poo-poo!,” which, granted, was oftentimes necessary in the latter case. One time, she told me that I need to finish my colouring page before I’m allowed to stop feeling several pounds of poop smearing across my bum. She very quickly realized that quick changes out of my messed diapers was the only thing I was desperate for, anymore. - At first, it was only a couple of times a day that I was forced to sit in a swampy, pooped pamper, but Nia would always keep me on my tiny toes. Seemingly at random, she would elect to slam me down in the high-chair again and force me to eat a large jar of mashed baby food, and baby bottles were a daily occurrence at this point. A few times a week, she would give me a “snack,” which basically meant a fourth meal of the day, and thus a fourth pooped diaper in one day. - After a week had passed, Nia now had dozens of times more humiliating footage of me soiling myself and staining my diapers a humiliating brown than I ever had of her. Every time I saw her with her camera trained on me as I loudly farted and started to push the contents of my bowels into my pamper, I angrily wished that I had done more to her when I had her at my mercy. - Luckily, once we began running out of baby food, I realized that I may have a chance to get back to that, and escape this prison where I daily find myself in a messy diaper and a colouring book. - “I think that I like feeding you these. When we’re all out, I’m going to go and buy you more, little one.” She would tell me, whilst spoonfeeding me more sloppy, mashed carrots that I knew would go straight to my bowels. By now, there had been a few occasions where I refused to eat the baby food, but after several painful SMACK[/b]s on my bare bottom, I was too traumatized to even fight anymore. - Nia hadn’t left the house since turning me into her personal diaper filling machine, so this would finally be my opportunity. - “May I have anothuh’ cowouring book?” “Can I hawve that box after you’ve used your wast diaper? There’s a cwaft I wanna make!” “I wanna pway wiff my pillow today!” - It was humiliating to have to act so complicit in my reassignment as a four year old, but if I wanted any chance not spending the rest of my life wearing and using diapers, it was what I had to do. I began gathering more and more objects into my playpen, and even though it meant more pictures being taken of me being involuntarily cute as I pretended to play with cardboard boxes and buckets, I had to hope that this would work. - “You’ve really been shaping up to be a good little toddler, Kaiden~” She would tell me, before I winced and felt a wet fart rip. “Though stinky. Maybe you will eventually earn your adult form back!” - I glanced over that last bit. My plan was better. - Another week of sobbing and kicking as I was feebly forced to drop large loads of mushy poop into my diapers, and the day had finally arrived. Nia fed me a large jar of baby food for breakfast, placed me in my playpen, and announced that she would be headed to the store in order to grab some more baby food. As always, I was humiliated by the baby food, play pen, and puffy diaper she had left me in, but I was also excited. - Right as I heard her car start up, I placed the pillow. And then the colouring books on top of that, for stability. Following that, the crushed down cardboard buckets, and finally, the bucket. All to climb over a foam fence that I was once able to step over with ease. - I tumbled a few times, and had to restack the toys, but eventually I was wobbling over the edge of the playpen wall. Knowing that my hands had grown weak and soft, instead of the strong arms that I once planned to slap Nia with, I slowly lowered myself to the ground, out of the playpen. - As I worked to hoist my body up onto Nia’s desk chair, my bowels began to rumble. I had messed dozens of diapers and been forced to lug around hundreds of pounds of mucky mess by now, but the gurgle~[/i] sound continued to make me wince. - With most of what little strength I had, I climbed my way up to access Nia’s desk, where I once made her dash to, pretending that I had hidden her diaper key there. When I first pulled at the drawer’s knobs with my little hands, and it wouldn’t budge, I was terrified that Nia had locked her desk as well, rendered my heist all for nothing, but with a stronger pull the drawer flew open. - And there it was - the key. Now all I had to do was get the book, and if everything goes according to plan, I would soon be finally allowed to see my adult face again after months of wearing pull-ups and pampers. - My gut continued to loudly rumble as I leaped up in attempts to get the key into her bedroom door knob. Blarrrrrrt![/i][/color[ I was forced to release a large bout of poopy flatulence from within my bowels simply to gather enough strength to reach up on my tippy toes and reach the key within the knob. A few turns, and smelly farts as my bowels continued to indicate how badly I needed to poop later, the door was open. - “No mowe diapeys, no mowe cribs…” I stumbled into her room, and hurried to grab the book off the lectern. It was heavier than I expected, even after living in this form for so long. - “Huwwy up, where is it…” - I flipped to the page that Nia had left a bookmark in, and found an old, dusty sheet of runes that neither she nor I could properly read. Luckily, she had left some notes in margins for what the ritual does. - “The spell of karmic transformation - HIGH DANGER - ONLY CAST WITH MINIMAL BODY PROCESSES CURRENTLY TAKING PLACE” - I smirked at how childish Nia’s handwriting was. Perhaps that was also a part of her PTSD. - “This curse replaces a target’s physical form with the form that they berate or falsely claim, in malice, others to be. Includes changes in size, shape, control over bodily functions, and ability to speak. Effects bolster in correspondence with the victim’s soul karma level, may have no effect on those with good spirits.” - I sighed frustratedly. Nia had forced me to live as a diapered toddler for months because of this damned spell, when she is the one meant to be forced into diapers. That’s the natural way that things are meant to go, yet thanks to this book, she’s been able to reduce me to her tiny child that has little to no control over when he relieves himself and whether he makes it to the toilet or is forced to use a diaper! If anything, this curse should be enacted on her! - I hurried down to where the tome explained how to execute the spell, as my bowels were still loudly gurgling and I was not fond of the idea of doing the ritual while sitting in my 67th pooped diaper. - “TO CAST: Obtain one strand of the target’s hair, place on the altar, and repeat the phrase ‘_____ - I hereby proclaim you with the impotent form that you wish unto others. _____’ - That would explain why Nia had been ruffling my hair so often - it was the very ingredient that allowed her to cast this curse! - Directly beneath, Nia had scribbled “Kaiden Vin Triol - I hereby proclaim you with the impotent form that you wish unto others. Reduced to four years…”, the chanting that I had heard in the wind on the night before I was shrunken down to a vulnerable, helpless size of a toddler, to be treated as such until now. - “Awwight… no mowe diapers… I awm an adult…” I breathed heavily, arms wobbling and bowels rumbling as my tiny body struggled just to hold the book. - “TO REVERSE: Place another strand of hair, and chant the phrase ‘_____ - you are now released from your karmic form.’” - Gurgle gurgle…[/i] - Plucking a hair from my head was painful, but I was tired of sitting in diapers. Finally, I would be freed from this form, and could continue making Nia into the worthless diaper slut she was always meant to be, whether she realizes it or not. - Very carefully, I placed my strand of hair atop the altar beside the lectern, and prepared my voice. - “Kaiden Vin Twiol, you aww now weleased fwom your kawmic fowm…” - “Kaiden Vin Triol, you’re now weleased fwom…” - As I practiced saying the line, trying harder than ever to suppress my small body’s lisp, my bowels grew angrier and angrier. My body was clearly desperate to absolutely pack my diaper full of mushy, stinky excrement, but I was too excited to even care. Finally, this would end! - “Kaiden Vin Triol - you’re now released from SPLRRRRT![/i][/color] your karmic form…” - Wet farts now constantly ripped from my ass, filling the air with the awful stench of a baby about to poop themselves, but I would not even consider this. I was too excited. - Slowly, I placed the short strand of toddler hair on the altar, and as I spoke the mantra, watched the room light up around me. - “Kaiden Vin Triol…” - Gurgle…[/b] - “...you are now released…” - I was welled up with a level of strength I had not been endowed with ever since Nia had forced me into this humiliating body. - “...from your karmic form- Frrrrrt![/i][/color]” - The slimy farts were empathic, their disgusting eruptions from my anus almost making the ground wobble beneath me, as I stood there, completing the ritual. Before long, I would be out of this diaper once and for all, and then I would be able to show Nia who the real diaper baby of the house truly is. - I would have squeed in excited relief as Nia’s bedroom shrunk around me, and the crib I had been forced to sleep in would once again no longer fit me, but the build-up in my bowels was spoiling the moment. More toxic-smelling farts kept gushing through my diaper. BLRRRRT! SPLART! [/i][/color] - And even though I could feel my strength and height returning, baby cheeks turning back into my handsome face, the mudslide only grew harder and harder to hold back. After being deprived of anything besides my diapers for several weeks, spending countless hours of slimy poop smearing down my ass, by the time I was returned to five feet tall, I was growling and kicking my leg. - “Grrr… No more diap- BLOOOOOOOOOOORT![/i][/color]” - A massive mass of mucky, mushy mess dropped itself into the seat of my diaper, the weight of poop instantly causing the pamper to stain itself brown, and as always, stopping the smelly barrage of my own waste was a useless endeavour in my diaper-dependent state that I was supposed to be escaping. - SPLORTCH! FAAAAAAART![/i][/color] With several messy farts forcing large masses of hot mud into my diaper, the disgusting mess in my pants forced me to spread my legs apart from how large it was. It felt as if every few seconds, another ear-shattering, noxious fart would send another bowling-ball sized load into my diaper, and the padding bulged out multiple inches behind me, its expanded, brown form sagging down my legs. - “Ew… BLART![/i][/color]” Another heavy load of excrement piling up and smearing in my lumpy, loaded diaper caused me to drop the book to the ground. Pinching my nose, I sniffled in humiliation. This was supposed to be a happy moment, and I was spending it making one of my most stinky, slimy used diapers to date? “At weast befoww wong I’ll be an aduwt again…” - I was confused as to why my voice continued to slur. Wasn’t I supposed to be turning back? - With the mudslide of thick, viscous sludge weighing down my massive, disgraceful baby diaper only now beginning to slow its push down, my legs began to wobble. My strength was quickly sapped away from my legs, and the small muscles I had started to regrow in my arms regressed back into useless baby fat. - With a terrible Squelch![/i] of mushy poop as I swerved my body around in panic, I could see that I had once again been rendered only a couple of feet tall, but I was spared little time to glance as the little, stiffening strength left in my legs gave out. - “Gah!” I tumbled forwards, and since my diaper was so full that several loads of mush had oozed their way to the front, when I landed I instantly sunk into a gross swamp of my own waste. “Wha dah’ heh!?” - I had caught myself on my own hands, with my face directly in the book I had dropped, staring at the one line I had overlooked. - “ONLY CAST WITH MINIMAL BODY PROCESSES CURRENTLY TAKING PLACE” - My eyes went wide, and I stared at my hands, once again shrunken and cute, in awe. In fact… they seemed even smaller than before. - When I pooped myself, I must have interrupted the age progression ritual! - In a panic, I tried to scourge my way up to my feet in order to place another hair on the altar. I had to cast the spell again before Nia returned home and found me in a diaper even bigger than I am! - “Cawme awn… wet me up… weh meh uh… gah… ga…” Involuntarily, I began to drool as I pushed against the ground, trying to stand up. Instead, all I got was a series of loud SQUELCH[/i]ing noises from my extremely-loaded diaper as I kicked my tiny legs. My arms were now wobbling with weakness, hardly able to even hold me up on all fours, and I stumbled back down into the book. - Out in the living room, I would hear the door open. - “Neh… neh… huwwi… gaga!” My words were reduced to unintelligible, babbling mumbles as I squirmed and kicked around in my mush-full diaper. Come on! I was just turning back into an adult, and what’s happening now!? I reached my slow, soft hands to the top of my head in an attempt to pluck another hair in order to once again cast the ritual before Nia finds me, but to my surprise… my head was now bald. - “Where are you, Kaiden?” - “NO! NO, PLEASE NO, I CAN’T BE STUCK IN THIS PATHETIC FORM!” I would try to scream, and all that my mouth would allow past my vocal cords was “Nah gah-gah!” - Eyes wide, I put my hands to my mouth. Was I seriously taking in baby babble now!? - “LET ME TALK! I AM AN ADULT!” My adult mind tried it’s hardest to say, only met with a humiliating “Lah lah goo! Goo goo!” I felt my toddler-age baby teeth reducing back into my gums, leaving me with an empty mouth that was completely useless to speak, no matter what I tried. - “Oh no, Kaiden, did you get out of your playpen!?” I could hear Nia saying from the living room, in the expression of a mother concerned about her child’s well-being, before footsteps being taken towards her room. There was no doubt that the foul smell of my pooped diaper was drawing her towards me. - “I HAVE TO DO THIS RITUAL QUICKLY!” I thought, my drooling mouth reducing it to “Gagga gah-goo!”, but I was helpless. I had gotten myself reduced to a baby incapable of even talking or walking, and the muck loading my diaper weighed even more than I could carry. - “Kaiden, what did you do!?” Nia swung the door open, to find me shrunk even further, wallowing around and desperately trying to speak in anything beyond baby drivel. - “DON’T LOOK AT ME! I HAVE TO TURN MYSELF BACK!” “Gah-gah! Goo goo!” - I kicked and whimpered as Nia lifted me up into the air by my mushy diaper, swinging my arms towards the book. That was my only chance to escape this life, and I had literally soiled it! No! No, this couldn’t be happening! - Nia carried my infantile form out of the room, and dropped me down onto the changing mat with my full diaper loudly SQUISH[/i][/color]ing lots of warm poop all over me. I kept trying to stand up and run back to the spell book, but with a single hand Nia was able to pin me against the mat. It wasn’t even as if I could get around with a full diaper anymore anyway. - “Silly thing… you got yourself turned into a newborn infant! And here I was, thinking that you might have earned some time as an adult this weekend.” Nia changed me, and wiped the slimy sludge off my bare bum, as I squirmed about on the changing mat, not wanting to believe that I just landed myself in this situation with no escape. - “TURN ME BACK! NIA, I AM YOUR ROOMMATE AND OLDER THAN YOU!” I screamed as she powdered my ass, my speech once again restricted. “GAH GAH GAH, GOO! Goo gagah!” - “So much for that.” Nia began to slip a fresh nappy up my legs. “I was going to only keep you as my adorable, diaper-filling child for a little while longer, but since you went and made yourself into an even younger bab, suppose you’re okay with this being your life from now on, aren’t you?” She rubbed the top of my no-longer-haired head. - “NO! LET ME TURN BACK, I DON’T WANT TO WEAR DIAPERS FOREVER!” “Mah! Gah gah!” - “We’ll need to buy you some bigger diapers to hold the stinkies of a tiny infant, but for now…” She taped a second, thick diaper over the one I was already wearing, leaving me with several inches of compact padding hugging my waist, and my legs were spread super fart apart to put my nappies on display. - “Now let’s get you back to where you can’t get yourself hurt, little one.” - “DON’T PUT ME BACK IN THAT DAMNED PLAYPEN!” And she placed me down into the tiny square of toys, removing the boxes that I had used to get out, trapping me within the tiny, babyish prison for the foreseeable future. - “Good boy. I’ll warm you up a bottle.” She smiled down at me as I tried to stand back up, wobbling and tumbling back to a crawl, over and over. The thick padding meant to hold my excrement against my body prevented much movement. Even my crawling was demoted to an activity that I could only do when my little, baby-fattened arms weren’t tired. - “I’LL SAVE MYSELF! OR SOMEBODY WILL RECOGNIZE ME AND KNOW WHAT YOU DID!” I babbled, rolling around in the playpen, and even though I was desperate to talk, I knew that my words were meaningless. How could I possibly be saved now? - How was I supposed to enact the reversal ritual when I can’t even speak in anything more than drools and baby giggles!? And the ingredient needed to place on the ritual altar, which was now way out of my reach, had been regressed out of existence! How was I even supposed to escape this playpen anymore!? I had just barely managed to do it before, when my body was capable of walking and stacking boxes, but that would be impossible now, especially with Nia keeping attention on me at all times! - I had trapped myself as a newborn infant, like Nia said! What was I supposed to do now!? This was so unfair! She was meant to be the baby, and now I had lost my only chance!? - My mind was racing as I processed how my life would be restricted to bottles and thick diapers from now on, as my body slowly crawled around and my double diaper loudly crinkled. Before long, Nia would return with a bottle of warm milk for me to drink, and I would barely be able to hold for a minute before feeling a flood of warm urine start to unconsciously soak the front of my diaper. Not a single drop would be withheld from being absorbed into my padding, and the same would apply when Nia later fed me disgusting baby food, the only thing that my toothless-mouth could swallow anymore, and I felt something solid and squishy start to load the back of my diaper. - And this was all I had to look forward to anymore. I was a babbling, drooling infant under my own roommate’s care, all because I messed up that damn ritual. ----- As I was now stripped of my means of speaking language, Nia would increasingly continue to ignore my personal wishes for the way I wanted to live. Every night, I would be tucked in with blankets so heavy that I could barely move, and she was happy to leave me suffering in a pooped diaper for longer and longer lengths. - The colouring books and sling toys were patronizing before, but as Nia began slowly replacing them with baby rattles and teething rings, I began to miss them. She even stole my favourite colouring book, leaving me with nothing to do all day but suck on a piece of plastic, praying to grow baby teeth that the spell ensured I never would. It’s not like I could even use the colouring books anymore, though, as my hands were too weak and undexterous to hold the crayons properly. - Every day, I would try my hardest to think of a means of escape, but it would all end in a recording of me “acting adorable.” I had nothing to escape the playpen with, anymore, and my body was well below useless at climbing over the walls. Doors now towered way over my crawling form, and high chairs were the only place I was allowed to eat mush. - The thought that Nia was truly planning on ending the spell, until I went and got myself turned into a truly diaper-dependent, drooling baby, echoed endlessly in my mind. If she was going to turn me back before, she made it clear that she no longer had any intention of ever letting me stand on two legs again. - Whenever Nia invited someone else over, typically one of my former friends that I once gossiped about Nia’s diaper-dependence with, I would try to communicate with them, hoping for somebody to recognize me, but nobody ever had any intentions of taking Nia’s newborn baby seriously. My own friends, and sometimes strangers whose names I never learned, were allowed to hold me, change my diapers, and even feed me like I was some mindless doll. All my attempts to say “IT’S ME, KAIDEN! THIS BITCH HAS BEEN KEEPING ME AS HER BABY! HELP ME!” only came out as “Goo goo! Gah!” followed by an involuntary load of poop dropping into the seat of my diaper, just to show how reliant I had become on pampers to hold my waste. - Control over my bodily functions was a fleeting dream at this point. Whenever I ate, Nia had to burp me so that my undeveloped body would ingest the gross food properly. Instead of being able to hold the contents of my bowels until reaching the toilet, or even at least having some warning before I was forced to shit myself, my body would operate entirely on its own. There would be a small gurgle~[/i] from my gut as I sat in my baby bouncer, and within less than a few seconds I would find my diaper stinking up the entire room, full of hot mush, smearing down my butt. I hardly even noticed when I wet my pampers anymore, which only made it more humiliating every time Nia asked me if I needed a change and I realized that my nappy was ruined. - Whenever I needed anything from Nia, I had to cry for it, leading to her having hundreds of pictures of me, in a brown, lumpy diaper, whimpering my head off like the infant I had become. My hands were too weak to do anything about the diaper tapes, so it was truly my only choice. It’s not like it was difficult to find reason to cry, though. All my years of college, dreams, and respect had gone down the drain! Never again would I be allowed to stand on two feet, talk in my normal voice, or finish all the plans I once had to humiliate Nia once again! ----- One night, as I was shamefully forced to load my diaper with yet another ungodly amount of foul-smelling, murky poop, and watched Nia in her adult bed next to me, snoring the night away as I suffered in my mess, I hoped that I could score one night without a messy diaper from her. I began balling, soaking my pillow just like I had stained the front of my thick, nighttime pamper yellow, desperately wanting to be out of my diaper. No matter how many times I had used, and been forced to sleep in, messy diapers, I would always be disgusted to feel my own bodily waste oozing its way down my ass. - “Ugh… it’s 3 am, Kaiden.” She rubbed her eyes. “You’re in that night diaper for a reason, there’s no time for a change.” - I continued to sob as my large lump of a poopy diaper showed itself from beneath the blankets. Most of the time, I barely even know why I am crying anymore. - “I have work in the morning, squirt.” - Loud baby crying, a sound I once despised, would continue to spout from my mouth until I suddenly felt myself gagged by something, and then a strap wrapped its way around my bald head. - “Mmmph! MMMPH!” It was squishy in my mouth, and tightly held in there, making it impossible to make any loud screams. - “Guess this little tyke needs a pacifier until he can learn not to wake up his mommy in the night.” She patted my head, and, despite my failed resistance, returned to bed. - As I laid down in bed, now unable to even babble with the pacifier in my mouth, I would soon feel another mass of hot mush BLAAAART[/i][/color] its way into my padding, and I barely even felt it. I sniffled, grossed out as my loaded diaper would begin to expand to make room for the additional mucky mess I was loading into it. - Nia was wearing diapers too, but hers were so discreet and quiet that most of the time, I forgot. Not like I had any way to tease her for them anymore, not now that I was sucking on a pacifier, in my hundredth poop-filled diaper of the month, assured to spend the rest of my life using stinkier and more humiliating ones. - I wondered how well my posts about her were doing, having no longer been allowed to look at my phone where I had published the videos of Nia messing herself. For once, I hoped that they were forgotten.
After learning that his roommate is forced to use medical diapers, Kaiden attempts to make her into his personal diaper pet, but he may soon find himself the one helplessly loading his pampers full of poop~