It was amazing what could happen to you in the span of only 3 days. Timmy had not so very long ago been pushing along, not popular at school but not the least popular. He wasn't friendless though he didn't have the best of friend and well having to put up with a babysitter who even Satan would of told to dial it back it had come with a awesome trade off.
He'd been gifted with two fairy god parents who loved him and made up for his own parents ignoring him so much and he got to go off on also adventures! Of course like everything else there were trade offs to having faeries, like the one he was experiencing right now.
with Wanda the smarter of the two having to go back to fairy world, Timmy and Cosmo had been left alone and like a fat kid on a skate board at the top of a hill, things had gone downward fast. with one admittedly poorly planed out swish Timmy was nothing more then a big baby in the eyes of not only his parents, but everyone who wasn't a magical creature around him. with THAT came the joys of being spoon fed, bottle fed, early bedtimes, crappy boring TV shows and the very worse of all: Diapers diapers and MORE diapers.
Timmy could of gotten used to the food over time, he'd learned to eat her meatloaf after all. He was getting lots of sleep and honestly did feel less grouchy then normal so the early bed times were growing on him as well. Heck, maybe with enough time he could of even gotten into the baby shows that was his tv viewing.
but there was no way he would ever get used to the smell and feel of messing himself, a feat that happened far more then he wanted it to with his diet. adding into the horror before Cosmo had tricked him over and taken off for parts unknown, he'd 'helped' Timmy out but making his control get nice and weak and now most of the time Timmy wasn't even aware he needed to take a dump till his diaper was filling up.
if there was ONE small saving grace, his bladder control was remaining strong though Timmy would of gladly swapped between his bladder and his bowels.
'All I have to do is focus on keeping control of one..I can always wish the other back.' Timmy thought to himself each night as he was tucked into his crib, in a fuzzy sleeper and hugging a teddy.
it was a warm thought that helped him sleep, though he would soon find out that might not exactly be the truth.
Timmy woke up the same way on morning three as he had before, on the changing table in his room turned nursery and partway though a change.
Since his nose wasn't burning and he didn't have wipe after wipe being used on his tushie he assumed that he hadn't messed in his sleep. (he of course recalled waking up and wetting himself, but with him in a crib and no one understanding a word he said or anything he wrote, trying to tell someone to needed to use the potty was impossible)
"Good morning sunshine!" His mom coo'ed, getting the fresh diaper around his hips taped up, ready for packing (he was a little cynical at this point) but then bending down and blowing raspberries on his tummy, making Timmy giggle and laugh.
Since she still had down that even when he was a big boy and the reaction had been the same, it wasn't so bad and frankly since he knew what was coming after this, he tried to keep it going as long as possible.
Sadly his tummy growled betraying him and showing he was hungry, even if he had no love for the gruel he got for his Breakfast, lunch and dinner.
"Sounds like someone needs some nummy num's in his tummy tum!" His mom coo'ed, scooping him up and not bothering to get him dressed since Timmy always made SUCH a mess when he was fed.
"I don't suppose I could put in for a order of waffles could I?" Timmy said, resigned to his fate but knowing that his mom would only hear baby babble.
"Heh, Aww someone trying to tell mommy how hungry he is?"
"Something like that." Timmy replied, then nuzzled into her.
getting into the kitchen and being strapped into the highchair, Timmy raised a eyebrow as his mom went about dumping his usual jar of baby food out into a bowl (All normal there) but then went and opened a banana and sliced it, putting the pieces in the mush.
"I have some bigggg news for my big boy~" his mom said, coming over and pulling up her chair and getting ready to spoon feed him. "Somebodies gonna start his potty training today!"
"Wait really? that's freaking awesome!" Timmy said, grinning wide and bouncing around as much as he could in his high chair. suddenly things didn't look so bleak and even the baby food didn't smell as bad!
of course his mom only saw and heard a excited baby bouncing around and smirked, but she was glad he was excited.
"And of course big boys who use the potty get big boy num num's." She added, getting a spoon of the mush ready and holding it up with a banana slice in it. "Open widdddde!"
Timmy did as he was told, wanting to get though the feeding as fast as possible and earn his way to pull-ups or dare he even think it, UNDIES!
with big boy dreams in his head he chowed down, taking in spoonful and mouthful after mouthful, barely noticing how awful the muck tasted or how good the slices of banana was. In fact he was so distracted and out of it, he was half way though the second bowl before he realized he was tasting apples now, which was what clued him in.
'whoa, really zoned out there.. gotta watch that.' He thought to himself, but now focused on the task at hand did his best to speed though the rest of the bowl.
Sadly this had the effect of making his mom think the little guy was super duper hungry, not that he was eager to start and wanted breakfast over with. As such Timmy would have to sit and squirm, his tummy getting super full and pushing out agint the tray of the table as his mom went and made a third bowl, this time with peaches added in.
Ironically, after having nothing but baby food in his tummy for so long his guts were acting kinda funky with the solids coming into play and last nights dinner was making itself known with a series of loud poots coming out of his back end, making Timmy wanna hurry up and get on the potty.
"Mommy mommy! hurry!" Timmy said, trying to keep his words short and simple as it seemed to work best, he knew his parents could understand it when he said mommy,daddy and his own name.
"Heh, aww, is somebody gonna make one last present in his diapers to send them off in style?" His mom coo'ed, tickling his chin. "you might as well, Mommy still needs to set your potty up!"
"Oh come on! you can't tell me I'm gonna get to use a potty then make me poop myself!" Timmy whined, fusing and squirming. "That's just being a dick!"
of course, if Timmy was smarter he would of stopped fighting and just ate, but instead with his whining and fussing, the farts got louder and wetter. He would only realize his folly as with 1/4 of the bowl left to go, he stopped passing gas, and started letting out something much worse.
"heh, sounds like somebodies making presents!" his mom teased, ignoring the god awful smell as his diapers started to expand and as always made him get 'taller' so to speak.
she just adjusted where she was moving the spoon too and kept a eye on things so she could remove the tray if needed like his uber blow out a few days ago.
While she loved her big baby of a son, it had been cleaning up that massive load that had made her think about giving Timmy a shot at potty training, plus he just seemed so much more mature these past few days!
of course she didn't know that this was all because of a wish she had no way to realize that her memories of Timmy being a mindless pamper packer were fake and this was the real Timmy she was dealing with.
'I'll miss the bonding time while I change him but I won't miss the smell.' she thought with a smile, getting the last of the food in Timmy mouth as the little guy had apparently bore down and was trying to get all of the poopie out.
with the tray starting to dig into his legs she removed it and the straps, just grateful as she looked at the ever expanding diaper that they never leaked.
Timmy was panting and drained from the poopie, his diaper warm and squishy all around him and his nose burning from the smell of it and offered up zero fight as mommy picked him up, holding him under the arms and felling like half of his body weight had ended up in the formerly white diaper that was now sagging down to his knees and stained a ugly brown.
'I suppose getting out of this without making ONE last poopie diaper was expecting a little too much.' He thought to himself, letting his mom carry him but up to his nursery for the much needed diaper change.
One clean diaper and a t-shirt tugged on later, and it was time to start potty training 101,something that despite already being mostly potty trained, Timmy found oddly amusing if for no other reason then it beat watching Big bird on TV.
The first part of it even MORE amusing, since mommy figured he was all drained and everything, was watching a cartoon video on potty training, with a little cartoon boy who was nervous about it. the kid even had a accident and was upset but the mommy in the video assured him that accidents happen.
It was amazing what could happen to you in the span of only 3 days. Timmy had not so very long ago been pushing along, not popular at school but not the least popular. He wasn't friendless though he didn't have the best of friend and well having to put up with a babysitter who even Satan would of told to dial it back it had come with a awesome trade off.
He'd been gifted with two fairy god parents who loved him and made up for his own parents ignoring him so much and he got to go off on also adventures! Of course like everything else there were trade offs to having faeries, like the one he was experiencing right now.
with Wanda the smarter of the two having to go back to fairy world, Timmy and Cosmo had been left alone and like a fat kid on a skate board at the top of a hill, things had gone downward fast. with one admittedly poorly planed out swish Timmy was nothing more then a big baby in the eyes of not only his parents, but everyone who wasn't a magical creature around him. with THAT came the joys of being spoon fed, bottle fed, early bedtimes, crappy boring TV shows and the very worse of all: Diapers diapers and MORE diapers.
Timmy could of gotten used to the food over time, he'd learned to eat her meatloaf after all. He was getting lots of sleep and honestly did feel less grouchy then normal so the early bed times were growing on him as well. Heck, maybe with enough time he could of even gotten into the baby shows that was his tv viewing.
but there was no way he would ever get used to the smell and feel of messing himself, a feat that happened far more then he wanted it to with his diet. adding into the horror before Cosmo had fricked him over and taken off for parts unknown, he'd 'helped' Timmy out but making his control get nice and weak and now most of the time Timmy wasn't even aware he needed to take a dump till his diaper was filling up.
if there was ONE small saving grace, his bladder control was remaining strong though Timmy would of gladly swapped between his bladder and his bowels.
'All I have to do is focus on keeping control of one..I can always wish the other back.' Timmy thought to himself each night as he was tucked into his crib, in a fuzzy sleeper and hugging a teddy.
it was a warm thought that helped him sleep, though he would soon find out that might not exactly be the truth.
Timmy woke up the same way on morning three as he had before, on the changing table in his room turned nursery and partway though a change.
Since his nose wasn't burning and he didn't have wipe after wipe being used on his tushie he assumed that he hadn't messed in his sleep. (he of course recalled waking up and wetting himself, but with him in a crib and no one understanding a word he said or anything he wrote, trying to tell someone to needed to use the potty was impossible)
"Good morning sunshine!" His mom coo'ed, getting the fresh diaper around his hips taped up, ready for packing (he was a little cynical at this point) but then bending down and blowing raspberries on his tummy, making Timmy giggle and laugh.
Since she still had down that even when he was a big boy and the reaction had been the same, it wasn't so bad and frankly since he knew what was coming after this, he tried to keep it going as long as possible.
Sadly his tummy growled betraying him and showing he was hungry, even if he had no love for the gruel he got for his Breakfast, lunch and dinner.
"Sounds like someone needs some nummy num's in his tummy tum!" His mom coo'ed, scooping him up and not bothering to get him dressed since Timmy always made SUCH a mess when he was fed.
"I don't suppose I could put in for a order of waffles could I?" Timmy said, resigned to his fate but knowing that his mom would only hear baby babble.
"Heh, Aww someone trying to tell mommy how hungry he is?"
"Something like that." Timmy replied, then nuzzled into her.
getting into the kitchen and being strapped into the highchair, Timmy raised a eyebrow as his mom went about dumping his usual jar of baby food out into a bowl (All normal there) but then went and opened a banana and sliced it, putting the pieces in the mush.
"I have some bigggg news for my big boy~" his mom said, coming over and pulling up her chair and getting ready to spoon feed him. "Somebodies gonna start his potty training today!"
"Wait really? that's freaking awesome!" Timmy said, grinning wide and bouncing around as much as he could in his high chair. suddenly things didn't look so bleak and even the baby food didn't smell as bad!
of course his mom only saw and heard a excited baby bouncing around and smirked, but she was glad he was excited.
"And of course big boys who use the potty get big boy num num's." She added, getting a spoon of the mush ready and holding it up with a banana slice in it. "Open widdddde!"
Timmy did as he was told, wanting to get though the feeding as fast as possible and earn his way to pull-ups or dare he even think it, UNDIES!
with big boy dreams in his head he chowed down, taking in spoonful and mouthful after mouthful, barely noticing how awful the muck tasted or how good the slices of banana was. In fact he was so distracted and out of it, he was half way though the second bowl before he realized he was tasting apples now, which was what clued him in.
'whoa, really zoned out there.. gotta watch that.' He thought to himself, but now focused on the task at hand did his best to speed though the rest of the bowl.
Sadly this had the effect of making his mom think the little guy was super duper hungry, not that he was eager to start and wanted breakfast over with. As such Timmy would have to sit and squirm, his tummy getting super full and pushing out agint the tray of the table as his mom went and made a third bowl, this time with peaches added in.
Ironically, after having nothing but baby food in his tummy for so long his guts were acting kinda funky with the solids coming into play and last nights dinner was making itself known with a series of loud poots coming out of his back end, making Timmy wanna hurry up and get on the potty.
"Mommy mommy! hurry!" Timmy said, trying to keep his words short and simple as it seemed to work best, he knew his parents could understand it when he said mommy,daddy and his own name.
"Heh, aww, is somebody gonna make one last present in his diapers to send them off in style?" His mom coo'ed, tickling his chin. "you might as well, Mommy still needs to set your potty up!"
"Oh come on! you can't tell me I'm gonna get to use a potty then make me poop myself!" Timmy whined, fusing and squirming. "That's just being a dick!"
of course, if Timmy was smarter he would of stopped fighting and just ate, but instead with his whining and fussing, the farts got louder and wetter. He would only realize his folly as with 1/4 of the bowl left to go, he stopped passing gas, and started letting out something much worse.
"heh, sounds like somebodies making presents!" his mom teased, ignoring the god awful smell as his diapers started to expand and as always made him get 'taller' so to speak.
she just adjusted where she was moving the spoon too and kept a eye on things so she could remove the tray if needed like his uber blow out a few days ago.
While she loved her big baby of a son, it had been cleaning up that massive load that had made her think about giving Timmy a shot at potty training, plus he just seemed so much more mature these past few days!
of course she didn't know that this was all because of a wish she had no way to realize that her memories of Timmy being a mindless pamper packer were fake and this was the real Timmy she was dealing with.
'I'll miss the bonding time while I change him but I won't miss the smell.' she thought with a smile, getting the last of the food in Timmy mouth as the little guy had apparently bore down and was trying to get all of the poopie out.
with the tray starting to dig into his legs she removed it and the straps, just grateful as she looked at the ever expanding diaper that they never leaked.
Timmy was panting and drained from the poopie, his diaper warm and squishy all around him and his nose burning from the smell of it and offered up zero fight as mommy picked him up, holding him under the arms and felling like half of his body weight had ended up in the formerly white diaper that was now sagging down to his knees and stained a ugly brown.
'I suppose getting out of this without making ONE last poopie diaper was expecting a little too much.' He thought to himself, letting his mom carry him but up to his nursery for the much needed diaper change.
One clean diaper and a t-shirt tugged on later, and it was time to start potty training 101,something that despite already being mostly potty trained, Timmy found oddly amusing if for no other reason then it beat watching Big bird on tv.
Watching and clapping along with the DVD, Timmy noted his mom was setting up a big training potty for him, duck shaped and with handler bars
'guess I can't be shocked she got one with a big bowl with how much I poopie.' Timmy thought, not catching himself thinking in babyish terms or the fleeting moment of pride over what a super pooper he was.
With the DVD over Timmy's mom came over, sitting down and smiling.
"Did you like the movie sweetie?" she asked, tickling his chin and getting a giggle and a head nod. "Ready to try out some of what you saw?"
Timmy nodded his head again, more then willing to give it a go and eagerly crawled over to the training potty as the diapers he was in made the effort of walking too much of a hassle and he'd fall down every four steps anyways.
He started to climb up onto the potty, super eager when his mom giggled and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Whoa there buddy, You might wanna take the diapie off before getting on there." She teased, reaching down and tugging his diaper down so it was just around one ankle and helping him sit on the potty, and waiting for her little guy to prove he was ready to start growing up.
Timmy was more then willing to help prove that and couldn't wait to use the potty, or so he thought.
half a hour later and the best Timmy had managed was to make a few dribbles of pee into the bowl, despite trying to will himself to wet big time and get out more back door fudge. Sadly the tank seemed to be running on nothing so to speak and while he got whinny and fussy, it was because he was trying and failing to go while to his mom it looked like he wasn't enjoying the potty.
:I know, I know. it's no fun being stuck on the potty." She coo'ed and ruffled his hair. "Why don't we tug your diaper ack up and try later."
it wasn't a question really and nothing Timmy said could of changed her mind, but as she was getting ready to pull him from the failed attempt he could feel something brewing and started to get excited, trying to tell her he was gonna make a poopie.
Naturally since she couldn't understand him, she just took his happiness to mean he wanted his diaper back and mentally was already wondering if he wasn't as ready as she thought for the potty training.
"mommy come on, wait! I have to go poopie I can feel it, i just need like 10 seconds!" Timmy was trying to tell her, again she only understood mommy so as the diapers were tugged back up and the tapes readjusted, it seemed like he was just trying to get her attention.
"Hmm what's up little guy?" She asked, and was answered with a massive fart and standing right above the potty, legs on either side of it, Timmy squatted down and his thumb went in his mouth as his cheeks puffed out,he was pooping his diaper.
Actually as it turned out pooping his diaper was a mild term for the hell that the boy unleashed in the back of his diaper. the solid food that had been mixed in with his baby food was clearly not agreeing with his digestive tract and work made the muck that normally came out come out in semi softball size loads, deforming the diaper and making Timmy whine and long for the days of just having the muck come out.
More and more the poopie came out, making the diaper sag down and down, Timmy's mind semi reel at just how unfair it all was and then pausing as the back of the diaper hit something and he looked over his shoulder and the last of his mind slipped away, breaking out into a mad giggle as he realized that his diaper was resting on the potty so in a twisted sense..
'I'm pooping on the potty!' he giggled and gurgled and coo'ed, bearing down and flushing out the rest of the poopie from his system, looking his mom in the eyes.
She just signed and smiled, patting him on the head.
"I guess that answers if you were ready huh? Finish up little guy."
Wanda was less then pleased as she found out that Cosmo had not only ditched Timmy while she was gone, but had done so after making him a big baby.
She would of spent more time tearing him a new one, but had the foresight to know that she should go and get Timmy out of big baby hell, making it clear that the two of them would have words after.
poofing into Timmy's room, the first thing that they both noticed was the funk of more then a just a few dirty diapers. the second thing they noticed was Timmy, sucking on a paci and playing with a teddy bear on the floor, his diaper clean but it was clear that he had just been changed not too long ago,
His eyes were dull and he babbled softly around the paci, pausing to look up and give a silly smile around it then letting it drop from his mouth.
"Wan-wan! Cos cos!" He gurgled.
"..Cosmo how bad did you mentally regress him?" Wanda asked.
"I uh..didn't." Cosmo said and rubbed the back of head. "Wassss that something I should of done?"
"Considering it sounds like his brain went bye bye on it's own, I'm gonna say YEAH!" Wanda growled, her angry tone making Timmy whimper and start to tear up.
"Scawy wady!" He whined and hugged his teddy close.
"Ah! Nooo nooo come on, big smiles sport!" Wanda said, giving a big friendly smile and tickling Timmy's chin, and he was back to giggles."You know you're going to be in SO much trouble with Jorgan if he finds out about this right?" Wanda said, keeping her nice friendly tone going since Timmy was apparently fighting to understand big kid talk.
"I think you mean WE'RE in trouble." Cosmo said. "You know you can't leave me alone, I'm irresponsible!"
"..The sad thing is that your not wrong." Wanda sighed and then tried to use her wand, to bring Timmy back.
Instead of him snapping out of his baby brain haze, all Timmy did was giggle at the 'pwetty wights' and clap his hands. apparently at some deep level either Timmy or someone around her deeply loved big baby Timmy, meaning they couldn't snap him back.
"Great. so what do we do NOW?!" Wanda hissed, trying to think of a way out of this, and ironically, while she was stumped it was Cosmo who hit on the solution.
"we could just finish the job and mind wash him and claim he wished to spend the rest of his life as a diaper pooping big baby. That or move to Mexico and hope the heat scares Jorgan off."
"Remember how I said I hate that your right before? Still hating it." Wanda said then looked down at Timmy one last time.
"Goodbye sport, I want you to know you were the best god child a fairy could of asked for."
with that the Fairy's not only erased themselves from Timmy's mind, but in a act of semi kindness forced out whatever was left of Timmy's big boy mind out, making him go poopie though it was barley anything since there hadn't been much left.
it did however stimulate anther stinky diaper from Timmy himself as as he started to raise up from his spot on the floor, calling out "POOPIE" the fairy's vanished, and Timmy's mom came in.
"Poopie mommy poopie!" Timmy gurgled and coo'ed.
"I'll say! and I just changed you, your mommies little poop factory huh?" His mother giggled, bending down and picking him up and hugging him and giving him a forehead kiss, letting him finish.
It was amazing to Tootie just how much her life had improved in the past few weeks. Between her sister being sent to a reform school (though that had happened in the past, Tootie was just counting down the days till they kicked her out) to getting her very own pair of Fairy godparents who would grant almost any wish she could think of!
Add in the mother of the diaper pooping cutie next door was finally thinking about getting him a babysitter and well, the world was coming up roses!
It spoke volumes how much more trusting Mrs. Turner was getting in fact as Tootie got off the bus and looked over, since Timmy was currently sitting in a play-fence outside, enjoying the warm spring afternoon in just his diapers and a t-shirt, rolling a ball back and forth as he babbled away non stop.
His mom was close by, trying to work on her garden though having her usual luck (Read: it was dead) and while Mrs.turners back was turned to her Tootie called on her Fairy's, Cosmo and Wanda.
"I wish for Timmy to take the biggest, stinkiest dump in his diapers ever, and for me to only smell vanilla!" Tootie whispered.
Of course she had no way of knowing that in fact her fairy's had been till just a few weeks ago Timmy's, or that the boy hadn't always been a big baby. but none of that mattered as while making gas masks appear on their own faces, they granted the wish.
So little Timmy, who's diaper was already soggy all he noticed was one second he was playing with his ball just knew one second he had been having fumy, then hot mush explosion in the back of his diaper, and this was nothing like his normal poopies that he was doing 3-5 times a day.
it was almost something out of a mega babies cartoon the way his diapers loaded and expanded, his mouth going into a small O and he couldn't even cry out, even as a almost visible stink aura came off of him.
"Oh Mrs. turner! Timmy went poopie!" Tootie called over, setting herself up to look helpful.
His mother turned around and got a whiff of her little darling, and saw just how much he had gone and despite having braved SO many diaper changes before, she wasn't looking forward to this one!
"I'll say he did.. Oh my, must of been that new baby food we're trying out." she said, coming closer and wincing. "Thanks Tootie, I better get him inside and get him changed.."
"Oh, I can do it for you if you want Mrs. turner! I recently passed my babysitting course and have been trying to drum up business!" Tootie said, smiling slyly.
"...If you can manage to change that without fleeing in terror, your hired." Mrs. Turner said and chuckled, shaking Tootie's hand.
Smirking Tootie would pick Timmy up, his diapers hanging low and making it a little tricky, but nothing she couldn't handle and she coo'ed to the little guy who giggled and nuzzled into Tootie, and fell asleep as she took him inside.. this whole mess starting with a stinky wish and clearly even him no longer having fairy's of his own he was going to be subject to more then a few stinky wishes for years to come.
the end
